And at last, the Rumble was over. Cartwright had finally entered the elite ranks of those who had managed to also achieve one of the highest honors in the company: winning the Royal Rumble. Much like those before him, he would go on to Wrestlemania to challenge for the top prize in WWF:G, the Legacy Championship. Would he reclaim the belt that belonged to him? Would he go on to further cement his future as a WWF:G Hall of Famer? Only time would tell...
As time began to pass on and Cartwright had left the arena, the fans began to pack up their belongings and follow suit. The main event was over, and there was no sign of an encore. However, just as some began to file out of the arena, the lights flickered off abruptly. The titantron was all that was left on...
The sound of thunder echoed through the air, crackling over the sound system. The figure seen from the beginning of the show was visible again, standing on its rooftop. Just as before, it overlooked the arena and the clouds swirling ominously above it. Whispers began to resonate over the thunder, but one voice stood out. A voice that was hypnotic and gentle, a young woman's attempt to lure in the audience to pay attention to what she had to say. Much like the previous times, the piano music began to gently play in the background. It was softer this time, to allow the woman's voice to dominate the air.
As time began to pass on and Cartwright had left the arena, the fans began to pack up their belongings and follow suit. The main event was over, and there was no sign of an encore. However, just as some began to file out of the arena, the lights flickered off abruptly. The titantron was all that was left on...
The sound of thunder echoed through the air, crackling over the sound system. The figure seen from the beginning of the show was visible again, standing on its rooftop. Just as before, it overlooked the arena and the clouds swirling ominously above it. Whispers began to resonate over the thunder, but one voice stood out. A voice that was hypnotic and gentle, a young woman's attempt to lure in the audience to pay attention to what she had to say. Much like the previous times, the piano music began to gently play in the background. It was softer this time, to allow the woman's voice to dominate the air.
"They say there was once a man who was unbeatable.
A man thats Legacy was so profound, that many thought it'd never end.
'But... where is he? Where is this man?' They ask...
He's gone dormant, perhaps. He's given up on the people, they say.
But I... think differently."
The scene faded away to show the busy streets down below. Cars zipped by and crowds of people were shuffling in a hurry. It had started to rain during the Rumble, and most of the crowd was looking to get to shelter as soon as possible. After all, who wanted to get soaked in the downpour?
"I believe he's still here.
I believe he's still here among us.
With every thunder clap, with every rain drop.
We are reminded of his presence.
With every lightning bolt and every gust of wind.
His legacy vibrates through the air."
The scene shifted once again to show the parking lot of the Royal Rumble backstage area. The video feeds seem to be following a pattern at this point. Once again, it showed the various victors of the night. Cartwright, busy signing autographs for the fans near the exit with a smile on his exhausted features. After all, he had always been a man of the people at heart. Bad Boy, throwing his stuff into his car before climbing into it. The new champion. The man to beat in the company. Miranda Rose, leaving with her sister, the two reunited after their brutal match with one another. Where was Andrew Styles? Judging by the fact that his car was still sitting untouched, perhaps he was still inside. The winners of the Royal Rumble, almost completely accounted for. The ones that stole the show.
"While they like to think he's gone, you can see it in their eyes.
You can see it every time the clouds roll in.
Every time there's a clap of thunder.
Every time there's a chill in the air.
They quietly look up and for a moment, they pray.
The pray the storm passes on."
The piano slowly came to a halt nearly halfway through the song. The scene refocused on that of the figure standing on the rooftop, embracing the rain as it fell. The sound of rainfall echoed all around the arena, until the voice began to hum to everyone's eardrums once more.
"But how long will it pass?
How long will the rains simply pass on by?
How long will his legacy simply be another passing thought?
How long before the air crackles with his rage?
How long before the clouds arc with his vengeance?
How long... before the skies weep for their demise?"
Suddenly, as the woman's voice stopped, the figure lifted his arm into the air. It hoisted up a baseball bat, pointing it directly towards the swirling clouds. A moment later, a discharge of electricity channeled from the end of the weapon and right into the clouds, causing the entirety of the sky to light up with streaks of lightning. After fueling the clouds with energy for a few passing seconds, the stream of lightning halted. The figured lowered the bat just slightly, pointing it at the arena instead.
As quick as a blink, a bolt of lightning descended from the clouds and hit the roof of the arena. Fans in the main room screamed as said bolt seemed to break right through the roof and hit the center of the ring, lighting the dark room up with the quick burst of energy. As soon as it had struck, it was gone; in its wake, it left the ring canvas blazing and slowly spreading across the entire surface of the ring.
As quick as a blink, a bolt of lightning descended from the clouds and hit the roof of the arena. Fans in the main room screamed as said bolt seemed to break right through the roof and hit the center of the ring, lighting the dark room up with the quick burst of energy. As soon as it had struck, it was gone; in its wake, it left the ring canvas blazing and slowly spreading across the entire surface of the ring.
"Time can only tell how long.
But when you hear the thunder roll.
When you see the lightning streak through the air.
When you feel the chill wind blow.
Always remember...
... The Storm is coming."
