The crowd was still rather pumped from the last match between Seita Grey, and Lance Perfecto. They were getting even more excited knowing the Watch Your Step match was up next. However... There in enthusiasm was temporarily halted, as the lights cut up, engulfing the arena in darkness. Suddenly the Titantron jolted to life, the video opening up to the view of a starry night sky.
Promo Music
As the haunting sound played over the PA, another sound could be heard through the music. It was a sound the audience have heard at the last Massacre. The sound of a something slowly pounding on an old wood door, the chattering of a chain could be heard as well. The man holding the camera began to stir staggering to his feet. He looks around, the vision of the lens blurry. Apparently the man was stunned. Looking out to the playground the children's equipment continued to swing and spin on it's own. However the video feed cut had appeared to suffer a few difficulties, skipping and cutting to static for brief seconds. Through in those split moments it looked as the through young children could be seen playing and laughing in the old abandoned playground. The man holding the camera jerked back in fear at what he just saw. His breathing could he heard it was fast and erratic. Looking to leave this place he ran for the tree line. However fear would over come him again as he looked and noticed the trees bending over. A haunting sound rolled over the PA as the trees defied nature. In shock he turned around though once again more fear would take him as he heard nothing. No more laughing of children, no more howling wind, and no more ominous pounding. No the only sound he heard was the rickety old sound of rusty hinges swinging open. The man looked to his right, the old custodians shack was open in through the door, was nothing. A black darker then the night. A growl of some unknown carnivore could be heard, sound more monster then animal. Then suddenly the rough arid voice once again over came the PA system.
"I have not forgotten..."
Then instantly from the darkness of the shed a blurry came out, overtaking the man, a quick scream could be heard before the silence. The camera was now laying on the ground the condition and whereabouts of the camera man are unknown, The camera caught a darkened figure walking off into the even darker night. As the figure walked through the playground, passing the children's equipment had caused the toys to stop dead in there tracks. The carousel stopped spinning and the swings came to a complete rest. Then the round and arid voice once again spoke.
"I'm coming for you..."
With that the camera faded to complete darkness, and the lights returned to normal. A handful of fans where cheering thinking they know who it is, while the majority still sat in wonder. Who could it be, and who is he/she referring to? The answered would have to wait as the next match was scheduled to take place. Brantley Summers vs Salem Croft!
Promo Music
As the haunting sound played over the PA, another sound could be heard through the music. It was a sound the audience have heard at the last Massacre. The sound of a something slowly pounding on an old wood door, the chattering of a chain could be heard as well. The man holding the camera began to stir staggering to his feet. He looks around, the vision of the lens blurry. Apparently the man was stunned. Looking out to the playground the children's equipment continued to swing and spin on it's own. However the video feed cut had appeared to suffer a few difficulties, skipping and cutting to static for brief seconds. Through in those split moments it looked as the through young children could be seen playing and laughing in the old abandoned playground. The man holding the camera jerked back in fear at what he just saw. His breathing could he heard it was fast and erratic. Looking to leave this place he ran for the tree line. However fear would over come him again as he looked and noticed the trees bending over. A haunting sound rolled over the PA as the trees defied nature. In shock he turned around though once again more fear would take him as he heard nothing. No more laughing of children, no more howling wind, and no more ominous pounding. No the only sound he heard was the rickety old sound of rusty hinges swinging open. The man looked to his right, the old custodians shack was open in through the door, was nothing. A black darker then the night. A growl of some unknown carnivore could be heard, sound more monster then animal. Then suddenly the rough arid voice once again over came the PA system.
"I have not forgotten..."
Then instantly from the darkness of the shed a blurry came out, overtaking the man, a quick scream could be heard before the silence. The camera was now laying on the ground the condition and whereabouts of the camera man are unknown, The camera caught a darkened figure walking off into the even darker night. As the figure walked through the playground, passing the children's equipment had caused the toys to stop dead in there tracks. The carousel stopped spinning and the swings came to a complete rest. Then the round and arid voice once again spoke.
"I'm coming for you..."
With that the camera faded to complete darkness, and the lights returned to normal. A handful of fans where cheering thinking they know who it is, while the majority still sat in wonder. Who could it be, and who is he/she referring to? The answered would have to wait as the next match was scheduled to take place. Brantley Summers vs Salem Croft!
