Solitary PsychoThe lights dim down to near pitch black as Crematory's Solitary sycho begins to play throughout the arena. After a few moments a lone spotlight hits the entrance as a group of a dozen or so men come walking out onto the stage, a very large man in the center of the group. The group walked down the ramp at a steady pace as Jones readied himself in the ring.
Christian:"That's not Draven......."
Hayley: "yeah, didn't you say that a couple of shows ago?."
Christian:"Yeah, but-"
Hayley:"Yeah, yeah we get it. The real Draven is here, but he isn't here on Destiny now is he?!"
Christian:"Well no, but-"
Hayley:"Would you just shut up already! Damn!"
While Christian and Hayley had been talking, the man leading the group had stopped everyone and motioned for a mic. A stagehand quicly got a mic to the man and dashed off.
"Now tonight we're gonna do something different. Tonight I ain't going to introduce this guy, I'm just gonna let 'em go at it!"
With that said, one of the men unlocked the gaint of a man! The chains clanked as they hit the floor, and the gaurds all pointed their loaded firearms at the huge back of the now freed Menace! Menace slowly lifted his head and slowly rotated his head to free his neck of kinks, all the while looking at the D&D troupe through his mask.
Menace stepped up to the ring apron and grabbed onto the top and second ropes before pulling himself up onto the apron. The men had lowered their guns as the one they were pointing at stepped onto the ring apron. The monster of a man pushed the top rope down with one hand and easily stepped over and into the ring!
Christian:"My god that man has to be at least seven feet tall!
Hayley:"WOuld you stop saying that already! Everything is based on appearance with you!"
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