The lights go out as
All the Stars hits the PA. Multicolored lights begin to flash. Marcus Damone steps out to cheers from the crowd. The youngest Damone is in his wrestling attire, a simple pair of black cargo pants and black boots, elbow pads and MMA style gloves. He stands on the stage as he looks out over the arena.
“Making his way to the ring, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 285 pounds, Marcus Damone!!”
Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a sword
Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to ******** you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations Taking a deep breath, Marcus begins to make his way down the ramp as the music continues on. He’s focused, his attention on the matter at hand tonight, but still he takes his time to slap a few fans’ hands.
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer Reaching the ringside area, he stops again, looking around ringside. Finally, he hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring through the ropes. He walks to one side of the ring, looking out into the sea of cheering fans. Slowly the music dies out.
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