Now I could lie by your side
All serrated for you
Down below cancer grows
Weeping waits inside you too
The theme came on, and Flashed a few pictures of known history, between Vulture hitting K9's on random superstars, to broken wings on Seita gray, Randy Orton, Hunter Sullivan, and many more. The crowd broke into a frenzy at the short video but it soon died down, just flashing up a time.
'Six.Six.Six.'
The time read out satans number, obviously this wasn't a date coming up anytime soon, just a gimmick...though more could be understood as the arena was silent...
BAHHAAAHAHAAA!!!
The laughter rang out, and the crowd went into a frenzy!
Krator!!
Soon enough, from behind the curtain, came the old man himself, Krator. He walked down the ramp, using his Cain for support as he made it to the bottom, a ring crew helping him up the steps, and holding a rope down so he could enter the ring. once he was inside, he straightened out his suit, and called for a microphone. Once handed to him, he waited, for the crowd to silence.
It had gone to commercial break, and on return, the crowd was hushed, Krator standing in the ring with microphone. "Now, I'd love to make this short and sweet." he spoke, in his raspy voice. "But does it EVER, feel good to be back!" he let out, the crowd going into a frenzy as he lifted his arms to the sky. "I got a phone call, from a good friend of mine, Vulture.. about how the Twisted Flow, wanted one more round! one more shot to make it big again!" he let out, holding up one finger. "Thinking to myself..I sat at home for days questioning why he called me..until I realised something" Krator tapped his forehead. "Every good federation, needs a good Champion..every good Champion...needs a good Manager."
The crowd was now understanding what Krator was going at. "So I phoned him back, and talked to your God of war, and oh was he pleased to here from me..I told him..I'd do it! I'd get him there! I'd come back, for the federation!" he let out, until raising a finger. "But...Vulture told me..he didn't want to be your heavyweight champion.." He shook the finger, the crowd silencing in shock at this. "No..Vulture told me..that he wanted to be more then just someone wearing a golden belt..he wants to show the world why his named is etched in the wall of fame..Vulture wants the GM..the owner, and all of you to know..Vulture...wants to bring you...Hardcore.." The crowd Erupted as Krator let the last word roll of his tongue, he lowered the microphone, as if waiting for the GM, the Owner..or anyone to come say no to him.
All serrated for you
Down below cancer grows
Weeping waits inside you too
The theme came on, and Flashed a few pictures of known history, between Vulture hitting K9's on random superstars, to broken wings on Seita gray, Randy Orton, Hunter Sullivan, and many more. The crowd broke into a frenzy at the short video but it soon died down, just flashing up a time.
'Six.Six.Six.'
The time read out satans number, obviously this wasn't a date coming up anytime soon, just a gimmick...though more could be understood as the arena was silent...
BAHHAAAHAHAAA!!!
The laughter rang out, and the crowd went into a frenzy!
Krator!!
Soon enough, from behind the curtain, came the old man himself, Krator. He walked down the ramp, using his Cain for support as he made it to the bottom, a ring crew helping him up the steps, and holding a rope down so he could enter the ring. once he was inside, he straightened out his suit, and called for a microphone. Once handed to him, he waited, for the crowd to silence.
It had gone to commercial break, and on return, the crowd was hushed, Krator standing in the ring with microphone. "Now, I'd love to make this short and sweet." he spoke, in his raspy voice. "But does it EVER, feel good to be back!" he let out, the crowd going into a frenzy as he lifted his arms to the sky. "I got a phone call, from a good friend of mine, Vulture.. about how the Twisted Flow, wanted one more round! one more shot to make it big again!" he let out, holding up one finger. "Thinking to myself..I sat at home for days questioning why he called me..until I realised something" Krator tapped his forehead. "Every good federation, needs a good Champion..every good Champion...needs a good Manager."
The crowd was now understanding what Krator was going at. "So I phoned him back, and talked to your God of war, and oh was he pleased to here from me..I told him..I'd do it! I'd get him there! I'd come back, for the federation!" he let out, until raising a finger. "But...Vulture told me..he didn't want to be your heavyweight champion.." He shook the finger, the crowd silencing in shock at this. "No..Vulture told me..that he wanted to be more then just someone wearing a golden belt..he wants to show the world why his named is etched in the wall of fame..Vulture wants the GM..the owner, and all of you to know..Vulture...wants to bring you...Hardcore.." The crowd Erupted as Krator let the last word roll of his tongue, he lowered the microphone, as if waiting for the GM, the Owner..or anyone to come say no to him.
