During a moment of quiet between matches the crowd began chanting for the next match. The lights flickered and a hush washed over the masses. The sound of a bow being pulled across a violin, warming up the strings for the music of a symphony. The violins are joined by a sudden rush of choir vocals and almost immediately everything goes black the sound fades for a few seconds only to be replaced by the riff of an electric guitar.
The riff is from "Symphony of Destruction" -Megadeath. As the beat begins lights in the house strobe along to each note, blue fog begins to rise up from the ring, spilling over the edges of the mat.
"You take a mortal man,"
The fog grows thicker as the hushed crowd begins looking around for who ever is using this new song, not one of the normal line ups.
"And put him in control."
The strobe lights continue on as the fog has filled the entire ring.
"Watch him become a god,"
The lights strobe one last time before the word god, then when the lights return on standing amidst the fog is a blackened figure, only a small glowing red point on his face is distinguishable in the fog. The lights return, dimly, with a blue glow.
"Watch peoples heads a'roll... a'roll... a'roooooll,"
The figure just stands there for a moment until the chorus begins. He lifts something to his mouth, a bottle full of an indistinguishable liquid. The crowd already begging to cheer from the sudden mysterious appearance in the strobbing. The figure looks up and spits flames up into the air above him. The crowd loses it cheering, and singing to the memorable song. The lights brighten up revealing a man with black skin, red eyes, and yes small horns on either side of his bald face.
He looks around and flicks a cigar, the source of the glowing red spot, down to the floor. In his hand is a bottle of vodka, he takes another swig and corks it tossing the bottle into the outstretched arms of a fan in the crowd. His clothes are black, lose pants and a shirt with a large white "3" on the back. He flashes a grin that the cameras zoom in on, and gives the crowd a wink. Reaching down he grasps a piece of fabric that no one had seemed to notice until then. Throwing it up it surrounds him like a black satin shower curtain.
The fabric floats back down to the ring empty of the man just inside. At this point the crowd who had been cheering somehow managed to get even louder. A flash of light and smoke and the same man emerged from the blast. He lifted twd o more curtains and as they fell two beautiful with painted red skin and devil horns danced to his side. They lifted the curtains they just emerged from and covered the man, when they fell he was gone again. The girls danced their way down to the ring, adding whoops and cat calls from men as they passed. In the ring they lifted the black curtain up again and when it fell the man was standing there, flashing his grin. Only now he had a mic in his hand.
"Welcome tooooo Lucky Numbers, [Insert City Name Here]!!! Now you all may be wondering, who the hell is this new guy, just showing up out of no where amazing us with his devilish charm? I... am... The Number Three!"
He shouted the last three words in a deep booming voice and the crowd quieted slightly, many perplexed at his odd name. This didn't phase him, he was used to mixed and confused audiences during his shows.
"Im just a humble little Imp here to entertain you amazing people! Now who wants to see a truly amazing trick?"
The crowd erupted into screams again, any mass of people love to see a bit of magic. Three grins and steps out of the ring still talking as he walks up the ramp. Two men lead an elephant through the entrance onto the top of the ramp.
"Now y'all have seen me make myself disappear and reappear, but that's child's play. Any one can do that, if they are amazing that is. But I'd like y'all to meet Torra, this girl is a close friend of mine. I've known her since she was this small. In all that time I have managed to teach her a trick that will blow you away!"
The girls behind him rush forward and start to gather the black cloth left on the stage, stretching it around the feet of the elephant.
"You see, with my help Torra can turn herself into a horse!"
He drops the mic and grabs the handles of the rods inside the top of the cloth. He waves is back and fourth until the cloth completely hides the elephant from view. With a snap of his wrist the cloth falls down, but instead of a horse, Cyrus Darke is crouched on the ground. Three looks to the crowd with a perplexed look and shakes his head. He picks up the mic and points to the wrestler.
"I'm sorry everyone," its almost hard to hear him over the cheers, "sometimes Torra makes a mistake. It seems instead of turning into a horse, she turned into an a**!"
The audience booms with applause, cheers, and laughter. It would seem that Three brings the full package, charm, talent, and a marvelous sense of humor.
At the feet of Cyrus Darke lays a mic, ready for use.
The riff is from "Symphony of Destruction" -Megadeath. As the beat begins lights in the house strobe along to each note, blue fog begins to rise up from the ring, spilling over the edges of the mat.
"You take a mortal man,"
The fog grows thicker as the hushed crowd begins looking around for who ever is using this new song, not one of the normal line ups.
"And put him in control."
The strobe lights continue on as the fog has filled the entire ring.
"Watch him become a god,"
The lights strobe one last time before the word god, then when the lights return on standing amidst the fog is a blackened figure, only a small glowing red point on his face is distinguishable in the fog. The lights return, dimly, with a blue glow.
"Watch peoples heads a'roll... a'roll... a'roooooll,"
The figure just stands there for a moment until the chorus begins. He lifts something to his mouth, a bottle full of an indistinguishable liquid. The crowd already begging to cheer from the sudden mysterious appearance in the strobbing. The figure looks up and spits flames up into the air above him. The crowd loses it cheering, and singing to the memorable song. The lights brighten up revealing a man with black skin, red eyes, and yes small horns on either side of his bald face.
He looks around and flicks a cigar, the source of the glowing red spot, down to the floor. In his hand is a bottle of vodka, he takes another swig and corks it tossing the bottle into the outstretched arms of a fan in the crowd. His clothes are black, lose pants and a shirt with a large white "3" on the back. He flashes a grin that the cameras zoom in on, and gives the crowd a wink. Reaching down he grasps a piece of fabric that no one had seemed to notice until then. Throwing it up it surrounds him like a black satin shower curtain.
The fabric floats back down to the ring empty of the man just inside. At this point the crowd who had been cheering somehow managed to get even louder. A flash of light and smoke and the same man emerged from the blast. He lifted twd o more curtains and as they fell two beautiful with painted red skin and devil horns danced to his side. They lifted the curtains they just emerged from and covered the man, when they fell he was gone again. The girls danced their way down to the ring, adding whoops and cat calls from men as they passed. In the ring they lifted the black curtain up again and when it fell the man was standing there, flashing his grin. Only now he had a mic in his hand.
"Welcome tooooo Lucky Numbers, [Insert City Name Here]!!! Now you all may be wondering, who the hell is this new guy, just showing up out of no where amazing us with his devilish charm? I... am... The Number Three!"
He shouted the last three words in a deep booming voice and the crowd quieted slightly, many perplexed at his odd name. This didn't phase him, he was used to mixed and confused audiences during his shows.
"Im just a humble little Imp here to entertain you amazing people! Now who wants to see a truly amazing trick?"
The crowd erupted into screams again, any mass of people love to see a bit of magic. Three grins and steps out of the ring still talking as he walks up the ramp. Two men lead an elephant through the entrance onto the top of the ramp.
"Now y'all have seen me make myself disappear and reappear, but that's child's play. Any one can do that, if they are amazing that is. But I'd like y'all to meet Torra, this girl is a close friend of mine. I've known her since she was this small. In all that time I have managed to teach her a trick that will blow you away!"
The girls behind him rush forward and start to gather the black cloth left on the stage, stretching it around the feet of the elephant.
"You see, with my help Torra can turn herself into a horse!"
He drops the mic and grabs the handles of the rods inside the top of the cloth. He waves is back and fourth until the cloth completely hides the elephant from view. With a snap of his wrist the cloth falls down, but instead of a horse, Cyrus Darke is crouched on the ground. Three looks to the crowd with a perplexed look and shakes his head. He picks up the mic and points to the wrestler.
"I'm sorry everyone," its almost hard to hear him over the cheers, "sometimes Torra makes a mistake. It seems instead of turning into a horse, she turned into an a**!"
The audience booms with applause, cheers, and laughter. It would seem that Three brings the full package, charm, talent, and a marvelous sense of humor.
At the feet of Cyrus Darke lays a mic, ready for use.
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