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 DHW 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.
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