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Into Sandy's City (Gothic Remix) - Doom II

[0:00 - 0:31] The sound of an 8-bit organ began to quietly play over the speakers, just faint enough for ears to hear the sound of it. Gradually, it began to get louder as a subtle snare drum played behind it. With each hit, the lights flickers on and off, beginning to seizure to the dysfunctional beat. As the music got louder, the lights began to stay off. While some fought to remain on, the arena entered complete darkness once a dying gasp echoed through the room.

[0:32 - 0:48] A loud crash echoed through the arena and the building seemed to barely vibrate with the noise. Dim lights emitted from the base of the stage, and standing at the top was the silhouette of a man. While no features were recognizable in the man, it was clear that he wore a mask; the eyeholes and the mouth-slits of it emitted a bright light in the darkness, making it appear as if a face was simply floating in the air. As the fans began to look around, they soon realized that he wasn't alone. Many faces in the crowd were apparently wearing the same mask, with the lights illuminating from the openings of it.

The organ was louder and more out-of-key after the crash. The faint sound of moaning voices followed after it, and the man remained firm on the stage all the while. [0:49 - 1:20] It wasn't until the drumbeat kicked in that he began to step down the ramp, causing the dimmed lights on the rampway to pulse with the beat. With each step he took, the illuminated faces in the crowd would flash off, then reappear elsewhere, sending chills down the spine of whoever they ended up near. [1:20 - 1:36] When the organ moved up to its original octave, the ramp's lights flashed off, along with the man's illuminated mask. Spotlights flashed around the arena with the soprano gasp-like moans, as if trying to spot the man who mysteriously disappeared. Alas, they never landed on one of the illuminated faces in the crowd. Each time, the bright eyeholes managed to avoid the spotlights that searched for tonight's competitor.

[1:37 - 1:44] As the organ's pattern suddenly changed, the spotlights gave up their search. A spasm of a drumbeat shook the arena, causing the lights to flicker for the first time since they went out. Slowly, the ghostly moans brought the music back to its original pattern, along with raising the lights...



And in the ring stood the jumpsuit-clad figure with a metallic mask covering his face. His mask no longer shone with bright lights. Thick, long black locks hung down the sides of his face, hiding whatever skin the mask didn't. His piercing eyes looked like they could deliver death upon the happiest of men. All around the arena, the illuminated gazes seemed to disappear. Wherever they were originally, fans sat instead, causing many to sit in utter confusion. What exactly had happened during this man's appearance?

The organs continued to play for a short time as the announcer finally spoke up.

"Weighing in at 190 pounds, and standing at 5 feet and 9 inches... From Dortmund, Germany... Alexander Dramien...!"

The haunting music faded away slowly, leaving Alexander to stand in the ring on his own. He didn't turn to face the stage and wait for his opponent. Instead, he stared directly at the closest camera that would be recording tonight's performance, as if to stare into the soul of whoever was watching... who would be watching this ladder match tonight?

This match would certainly be the competition of Who Was The Strangest in CAWF. All while the Gimp made his entrance though, Alexander's eyes never left the camera. They glared right through the lens, delving deep into the soul of whoever looked back. They stared at you.

After the music finally faded away, Alexander turned to fixate his stare on his... questionable opponent of the evening. Despite the strange appearance and even stranger entrance, Dramien's eyes hadn't blinked once. They remained trained on the shorter man, which was a rarity for Alexander. Tonight would be... the strangest match in recent memory.

When the bell rang, Alexander snapped from his trance instantly. Right as the Gimp went to jump, his foot went flying upward; he was planning to attempt a swift kick to the gut, but it seemed the Gimp would be aiming to jump. Would the kick hit his gut or that speedo, or would he successfully latch himself onto the German foe?

The Gimp's continued raunchy show was only making the audience cringe even more, and this match just started! Alexander's eyes kept to the smaller man to calculate his next move; before a second could go by, he turned on heel and went sprinting for the ropes. On the rebound, he jumped and executed a front-flip midair, hoping to come crashing down onto the Gimp's exposed genitals for front-flip leg drop!

The leg-drop connected flawlessly, landing the masked German on his tailbone. He rolled backwards and up to his feet while the Gimp rolled about, putting him back in perfect offensive positioning. He stalked to the side, watching the Flying Gimp flop on the ground, failing to live up to his name so far. As he came towards the man's upper body, Alexander attempted to halt his rolling about by slamming his boot down onto the man's masked face and pressing down harshly!

With the Gimp down and... not writhing in the kind of pain Alexander would've preferred. With a rough push, he removed his boot from the man's head and attempted to send multiple kicks to the masked dome instead, hoping to knock some sense into him.