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. In his right hand was a black briefcase, the same one he had won last week against the flying sex sl-... Flying Gimp. 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 with his opponent of the evening. His unblinking eyes pierced right into Fandango's, as if looking to stab his very soul with his gaze. He stayed in place with his briefcase at his side, waiting for the bell. What could be in the briefcase? Why did he bring the ASaR engraved carrying device with him?
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The cameraman would then turn focus on the Ballroom Brawler.
Fandango would be practicing forms of movements and also new ballroom moves. He would talk a look in the mirror to working on his posture.
