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The lights completely went out and the crowd hushed. Well, except for the one person that always has to shout "WOOOO!" at every event. A hissing sound could be heard as the following words seemed to burn into the screen of the titantron!

Make your move
it all ends now
scream your heart out
this is where you find your ending
welcome to a death surrending
MITTERNACHT!

The words glowed upon the screen for several moments before simply fading back to black. Thus once again enveloping the arena in silence and darkness. The crowd started to become anxious, clearly some were still afraid of the dark! This continued on for several moments before a Silver star faded onto the screen. Slowly the silver became a dark red and seemingly began to melt as Endless Forms Most Beautiful by Nightwish began to play.

NEW THEME!

A dark blue flame suddenly ignited in the center of the stage! The flame died down, only to be followed up by small blue fires igniting along the edges of the stage and down the edges of the ramp. After several moments, another large blue flame jet up forth from the center of the stage! Only this time, someone stepped out from within it!

With the flame still going strong, the person stood at the top of the ramp. Slowly the person began to walk down the center of the ramp, the light of the small blue flames just barely illuminating the person's outline. Said person walked up the steel stairs and along the apron, stopping mid way. Exactly in front of the blue flame that was still going back center stage. The little blue flames along the edges of the stage and ramp had also died down. It couldn't really be seen, but the person thrust their left arm into the air and bright, blue flames erupted from the corners! Thus revealing Claire Hawkins! The lights had returned to normal, and Claire stepped down from the corner, where she then turned about and removed her tattered cloak from her person then gave it to the referee. Who in turn handed it off to a helper at ring side.

As everybody was waiting for the next match, the lights suddenly went out! That or like a very, very dark cave and you had absolutely no source of illumination that you could use. It was just simply D-A-R-K. Slowly an old time, slightly grainy, black and white video began to play upon the big screen. Filling the entire screen with its grainy, black and white splendor What a second! The scene on the screen seemed to be showing the cage that loomed high above the ring, not only that but it appeared to cycle between the six men that were currently in the ring! As the ever changing man climbed ever close to the top of the cage, the sound of a heartbeat could be heard. As the man drew ever closer, the beat increased it's rhythm. As the man reached the hole, the camera switched to a first person point of view and revealed a silhouette of a man stood over cycling man. The heartbeat reached a fever pitch as the silhouette slowly crouched down and reached out. Covering the screen in blackness, the mad racing of heartbeats stopping......dead. "Your dreams of winning........are now dead." After those words were spoken Killing My Dreams by Elysion began to play and the man, now back into a third person view, fell backwards down to the canvas below. All the while cycling between the visages of every member of the EWA roster. Right before the man hit the canvas the screen switched to the stage where the lone silhouette of a man could be stand at the top of the ramp. A lone light source illuminating his back and creating the silhouette for the front. The chorus hit and the man raised his arms above hi head, causing pyro to shoot up from either side of the ramp.


Why have ourselves abandoned us
Why they no more belong to us
Cries in the sky pray to believe
My heart and soul will never forgive

We are all being used
Our lives have been abused
Still no one resists
I guess
There's nothing to lose
I am no longer confused
You're killing my dreams





"From Salem, Massachusetts. Weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Killer of Dreams, Christopher Haaaaaaaawkiiiiins!"

The man now identified as Christopher Hawkins, walked down the ramp with a clear and defined purpose. WIN. With crimson eyes locked upon those within the ring, the Killer of Dreams walked down the ramp. His cloak swaying slightly from side to side with each step. Once he reached the bottom of the ramp he stopped, took a step back, and let his cloak slide from his shoulders and down to the floor. Once it hit the floor, he sprinted forward, He dove into the ring headfirst underneath the bottom rope and quickly hopped back up to his feet. He then sprinted across the ring and proceeded to run the ropes at a nice little clip as his theme continued to play. Before long he slowed his pace before stopping. Now it was simply time to wait.