The arena’s lights slowly dim down into a dark-gold color. Then golden flakes fly upward from both ends of the stage, creating a tunnel all the way down to the ring. After that, =”Space Marines” begins to play as the fans begin to stir with anxiety and confusion.
Then the cameras show that a man, outfitted in heavy armor, stands close to the cameras, blocking any light from escaping into the scene.
Announcer- "Making his way to the ring, standing at six-feet ten inches tall, and weighing-in tonight....at an astonishing...lean...three hundred...and twenty pounds...'The Wolf-Hound'....Warlock!"
Then he turns to the side and begins his walk down a corridor as a lot of other superstars and crew workers clear his path, with the expression on his face telling a story…a true story of remorse and struggle, as well as a focused sense. Then he reaches the top of the stage with his head lowered downwards. After a few moments, he raises his head and proceeds down the tunnel of golden-flake pyrotechnics. Then, after he scales the tunnel, the flakes all fall to a cease, and he climbs up the steel steps, one step every three seconds, until he reaches the top step. He climbs onto the top rope from the outside of the ring and begins to taunt the fans. Then he climbs down and enters the ring. Then he walks around the ring, taunting each of the four sides of the “squared-circle,” until he finally settles himself in the back-left corner, taking all of his gear off, until only his wrestling attire remains on his person.
He is finally given a microphone by the ring announcer as he now plans to explain his business here.
Warlock- "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the person who all of you are not even worthy to stare at! You people mean absolutely NOTHING to me! I'm here for one thing...and one thing only...and that is blood!"
The crowd erupts in a shower of boos.
Warlock- "I plan on taking down each of your top competitors...and I will do it at the time that is most convenient for me...which won't be when you expect me to do it at all! You people are nothing but worthless peasants who beg and plea just to see all of your self-proclaimed 'heroes of the ring.' Well, I've got tough news for you all: Your favorite wrestlers in this business haven't met me, yet. I'm not out to pick-up pin-falls...and I'm not out here to play by the rules. I am here to draw blood...whether that be the blood of my opponent...my OWN blood...or even...the referee's blood! I am Warlock...and I am the NEW era...of GWWF!"
[Interferences are Welcome.]
Then the cameras show that a man, outfitted in heavy armor, stands close to the cameras, blocking any light from escaping into the scene.
Announcer- "Making his way to the ring, standing at six-feet ten inches tall, and weighing-in tonight....at an astonishing...lean...three hundred...and twenty pounds...'The Wolf-Hound'....Warlock!"
Then he turns to the side and begins his walk down a corridor as a lot of other superstars and crew workers clear his path, with the expression on his face telling a story…a true story of remorse and struggle, as well as a focused sense. Then he reaches the top of the stage with his head lowered downwards. After a few moments, he raises his head and proceeds down the tunnel of golden-flake pyrotechnics. Then, after he scales the tunnel, the flakes all fall to a cease, and he climbs up the steel steps, one step every three seconds, until he reaches the top step. He climbs onto the top rope from the outside of the ring and begins to taunt the fans. Then he climbs down and enters the ring. Then he walks around the ring, taunting each of the four sides of the “squared-circle,” until he finally settles himself in the back-left corner, taking all of his gear off, until only his wrestling attire remains on his person.
He is finally given a microphone by the ring announcer as he now plans to explain his business here.
Warlock- "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the person who all of you are not even worthy to stare at! You people mean absolutely NOTHING to me! I'm here for one thing...and one thing only...and that is blood!"
The crowd erupts in a shower of boos.
Warlock- "I plan on taking down each of your top competitors...and I will do it at the time that is most convenient for me...which won't be when you expect me to do it at all! You people are nothing but worthless peasants who beg and plea just to see all of your self-proclaimed 'heroes of the ring.' Well, I've got tough news for you all: Your favorite wrestlers in this business haven't met me, yet. I'm not out to pick-up pin-falls...and I'm not out here to play by the rules. I am here to draw blood...whether that be the blood of my opponent...my OWN blood...or even...the referee's blood! I am Warlock...and I am the NEW era...of GWWF!"
[Interferences are Welcome.]
