Original Fire - Audioslave
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
The arena was suddenly plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone. Strobe lighting flickered around the arena ..
The lights started to flicker around the arena, the green spotlights still shooting around the arena, bouncing against the walls and ceiling, illuminating the crowd momentarily before flying off again.
With a pen in one hand, taking a stand, drugged on kerosene
Eighty-four and five would find us something to believe
Right or wrong, with dirty hands on wires
Singing songs in dischord choirs
Screaming in braile, no temptress prize could ever yield anything so real ..
[From London, UK .. He is the ICW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION! .. The Prodigy .. NUKE FUSION!]
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
Nuke Fusion rose from the floor, his arms crossed and eyes closed. The ICW Undisputed Championship was strapped securely around his waist as he rose from the stage. As he opened his eyes, he threw his right arm up as Green Pyro's shot off in a ring around him, the spotlights coming to fix upon his figure. The mixture of the spotlights and pyros caused an illumination of the Undisputed Championship, which glimmered an emerald glow, as if a light show had somehow been integrated in to the gold itself.
He then started to walk down the ramp, towards the ring, looking around the Arena.
Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be
Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city
Here the rain falls ever after, the strangled vines hang dead in rafters
The blood rushed to your head induces a laughter, endlessly ..
Sliding in to the ring, he then took a leap and landed on top of a turnbuckle, raising his fist in the air.
The crowd jeered Nuke quite serverely, but that didn't bother him one bit. Jumping down, he stood still and lifted his chin slightly, staring out at the vast crowd.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on!
As the music died, Nuke took off his shirt, throwing it to the announcer on the outside, before taking off his signature shades and passing them down. Leaning momentarily back against the ropes, Nuke walked forward towards the centre of the ring. A microphone adorned his left hand.
