[align=center]The crowd was warmed up after seeing Hellfire come out, all that was next was the appearance of someone who is a product of hate, a product of society who no longer feels like other men feel. A cruel man who hates all and loves none.
But, where was the man who stood tall with the appearance of a bulky scarecrow who warded off men. He could not be seen. However, a loud noise would play over the PA system. A noise of static, a static that would soon be not only heard, but seen on the titantron. A static that seemed to suck the attention of many who heard and saw it, just like a trance.
The static played on for a few moments before cutting off. The lights completely turning off along with the cut of the audio. Leaving the crowd in darkness only for them to pull out their cellular phones to use as a light source. The crowd would be filled with these light sources, it was almost like a field filled with fireflies.
A deep toned voice would begin to breathe air before reciting a poem to the stacked crowd who were sitting and listening with full intent.
[b]"O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."[/b]
The poem was done and the story was told. Despite the victor of the Captain, he would still befall a death of valor and courageousness. A death that many would see as an ideal death. The voice wasn't done yet as there seemed to be more added to the already finished poem.
[b]"With death comes more death, until the rain washes all of the hate away and leaves a rotting smell."[/b]
The static would begin to play again on the titantron. However, the audio that was originally played would not join it, but a sound of rain.
The crowd would sit there quiet, wondering what was next before the entrance of Omen. What more could he do to send shivers down the spine of the men and women, as well as children who bought seats for a match of the century.
The question would be answered as a song made by a band that almost resembled the attitude and look that Omen had. A song that matched the poem and the message. "If Rain is What you Want" by Slipknot would hit the PA system.
[b][i]Its been years since anyone
Could be a friend
Its the fear that kills the feeling
In the end
Can we face it?
Can we shape it?
Can we really die?
If rain is what you want
All you have to do is close your eyes
Just close your eyes[/i][/b]
The song would play until the end of the chorus, leading to a riff that would ring through the arena as a lone light would shine down center stage. A light that would showcase the man himself, Omen in all his horror-filled glory. He would be wearing a mask carved exactly like a scarecrows. His face was more visible, and from that image, scars could easily be seen across his face. Not everything was visible, but slits around his mouth and eyebrows were obvious if you looked.
He would be wearing the matching attire of a scarecrow. Almost like that image most people perceive when they see him for the first time. It is truly a sight that fills you with horror.
[b][i]I have watched your resurrection
Start to crawl
Is there any chance in hell? (Any chance in hell?)
Any chance at all?
Do we need it? Do we see it?
Is it really there?
If rain is what you want
Then take your seats
Enjoy the fall
Enjoy the fall[/i][/b]
Just like that, another few verses were said as the whole stage would illuminate after hearing the chorus once again. Showing a field of scarecrows behind him. The stagehands must have had a hard time putting all of that in position while in the dark, but they surely did a great job with it. Directly in front of Omen who would now proceed to walk to them, were two 4x4s.
[b][i](Enjoy the fall)
The only thing deeper than my last breath[/i][/b]
The lights would begin to flicker off and on in a violent flash.
[b][i]The only thing darker than my last death[/i][/b]
Once again the lights would strobe in front of the crowd who would stand in awe at the sight of such a presence.
[b][i]Is the panic, the static
I've come back from the dead
For my solace
We'll never sleep again[/i][/b]
Omen would grab the 4x4s and make his way down the ramp with his eyes set on his opponent for tonight. A person who he wanted to torment just like every person he had faced. He wanted the satisfaction of taking one's mind away by pure punishment.
[b][i]In these diamonds
Were left with colored glass
As pressure takes its toll
We will outlast
But you cant break my heart
As long as I can be myself
Ill never fall apart
And you cant take me in
If Im not broken, break me down
So I will never feel alone again[/i][/b]
Omen made it to ringside, finally hauling it up the steel steps after a left turn, and slowly making his way inside the ring. Immediately upon entering the ring, he would get into the face of his opponent. Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, only to relieve a laugh. A wide-mouthed laugh in the face of a person who dare stand up and fight what he can not beat.
[b][i]The only thing deeper than my last breath[/i][/b]
The lights would begin to strobe again violently, complimenting what was conspiring in front of the crowd.
[b][i]The only thing darker than my last death[/i][/b]
The final strobe would occur, leaving the two opponents now in the light.
[b][i]Is the panic, the static
I've come back from the dead
For my solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again[/i][/b]
The final word would be spoken as his theme would officially cut off and leave Omen placing down the 4x4s center of the ring before he would turn back and go to his corner. What did he have planned and was his opponent going to survive this brutal match?[/align]
But, where was the man who stood tall with the appearance of a bulky scarecrow who warded off men. He could not be seen. However, a loud noise would play over the PA system. A noise of static, a static that would soon be not only heard, but seen on the titantron. A static that seemed to suck the attention of many who heard and saw it, just like a trance.
The static played on for a few moments before cutting off. The lights completely turning off along with the cut of the audio. Leaving the crowd in darkness only for them to pull out their cellular phones to use as a light source. The crowd would be filled with these light sources, it was almost like a field filled with fireflies.
A deep toned voice would begin to breathe air before reciting a poem to the stacked crowd who were sitting and listening with full intent.
[b]"O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."[/b]
The poem was done and the story was told. Despite the victor of the Captain, he would still befall a death of valor and courageousness. A death that many would see as an ideal death. The voice wasn't done yet as there seemed to be more added to the already finished poem.
[b]"With death comes more death, until the rain washes all of the hate away and leaves a rotting smell."[/b]
The static would begin to play again on the titantron. However, the audio that was originally played would not join it, but a sound of rain.
The crowd would sit there quiet, wondering what was next before the entrance of Omen. What more could he do to send shivers down the spine of the men and women, as well as children who bought seats for a match of the century.
The question would be answered as a song made by a band that almost resembled the attitude and look that Omen had. A song that matched the poem and the message. "If Rain is What you Want" by Slipknot would hit the PA system.
[b][i]Its been years since anyone
Could be a friend
Its the fear that kills the feeling
In the end
Can we face it?
Can we shape it?
Can we really die?
If rain is what you want
All you have to do is close your eyes
Just close your eyes[/i][/b]
The song would play until the end of the chorus, leading to a riff that would ring through the arena as a lone light would shine down center stage. A light that would showcase the man himself, Omen in all his horror-filled glory. He would be wearing a mask carved exactly like a scarecrows. His face was more visible, and from that image, scars could easily be seen across his face. Not everything was visible, but slits around his mouth and eyebrows were obvious if you looked.
He would be wearing the matching attire of a scarecrow. Almost like that image most people perceive when they see him for the first time. It is truly a sight that fills you with horror.
[b][i]I have watched your resurrection
Start to crawl
Is there any chance in hell? (Any chance in hell?)
Any chance at all?
Do we need it? Do we see it?
Is it really there?
If rain is what you want
Then take your seats
Enjoy the fall
Enjoy the fall[/i][/b]
Just like that, another few verses were said as the whole stage would illuminate after hearing the chorus once again. Showing a field of scarecrows behind him. The stagehands must have had a hard time putting all of that in position while in the dark, but they surely did a great job with it. Directly in front of Omen who would now proceed to walk to them, were two 4x4s.
[b][i](Enjoy the fall)
The only thing deeper than my last breath[/i][/b]
The lights would begin to flicker off and on in a violent flash.
[b][i]The only thing darker than my last death[/i][/b]
Once again the lights would strobe in front of the crowd who would stand in awe at the sight of such a presence.
[b][i]Is the panic, the static
I've come back from the dead
For my solace
We'll never sleep again[/i][/b]
Omen would grab the 4x4s and make his way down the ramp with his eyes set on his opponent for tonight. A person who he wanted to torment just like every person he had faced. He wanted the satisfaction of taking one's mind away by pure punishment.
[b][i]In these diamonds
Were left with colored glass
As pressure takes its toll
We will outlast
But you cant break my heart
As long as I can be myself
Ill never fall apart
And you cant take me in
If Im not broken, break me down
So I will never feel alone again[/i][/b]
Omen made it to ringside, finally hauling it up the steel steps after a left turn, and slowly making his way inside the ring. Immediately upon entering the ring, he would get into the face of his opponent. Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, only to relieve a laugh. A wide-mouthed laugh in the face of a person who dare stand up and fight what he can not beat.
[b][i]The only thing deeper than my last breath[/i][/b]
The lights would begin to strobe again violently, complimenting what was conspiring in front of the crowd.
[b][i]The only thing darker than my last death[/i][/b]
The final strobe would occur, leaving the two opponents now in the light.
[b][i]Is the panic, the static
I've come back from the dead
For my solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again
My solace
We'll never sleep again[/i][/b]
The final word would be spoken as his theme would officially cut off and leave Omen placing down the 4x4s center of the ring before he would turn back and go to his corner. What did he have planned and was his opponent going to survive this brutal match?[/align]
