Music. Fireworks. High fashion. Big sounds. Lots of people. Big logo with three letters.
B. B. W.
This must be the house show.
More music. Camera pans. Rotates. Big screen. Commentary. Start of the show.
B. B. W.
"Ladies and Gentleman, your commentator for the evening .."
As the arena announcer stepped back from the center of the ring, the crowd all looked confused and turned to the stage entrance. There was already two commentators seated and talking up the show, and for those at home they were even more confused. The two commentators themselves seemed baffled and bemused, as the crowd kept ramping up.
As the wait kept going, many began to think that perhaps it was a bad prank. Perhaps a extremely late (or early) April Fools joke going on? the crowd began to clap their hands, anxious to see who the arrival could be.
Trumpets began to play.
Oh. My. God.
The crowd went ballistic. They knew exactly who this was. A man to never step foot in BBW, but a man that anyone who watches professional wrestling would recognise in a heartbeat.
Nuke. <********> Fusion.
Propane Nightmares (via Pendulum) began to hit around the arena as the crowd went absolutely wild. Children cried. Grown men cried. Women got wet. Including your mother. Everyone cheered, it was a good day for all.
As he walked straight down the ramp, he slapped a few hands, and walked past the ring. Wow, he actually walked past the ring. Slapping hands with some more fans, he got to the commentators table, where both Guy and Troy awaited him. Shaking his hand and allowing him a seat in the center, he sat down eagerly and put on a headset.
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B. B. W.
This must be the house show.
More music. Camera pans. Rotates. Big screen. Commentary. Start of the show.
B. B. W.
"Ladies and Gentleman, your commentator for the evening .."
As the arena announcer stepped back from the center of the ring, the crowd all looked confused and turned to the stage entrance. There was already two commentators seated and talking up the show, and for those at home they were even more confused. The two commentators themselves seemed baffled and bemused, as the crowd kept ramping up.
As the wait kept going, many began to think that perhaps it was a bad prank. Perhaps a extremely late (or early) April Fools joke going on? the crowd began to clap their hands, anxious to see who the arrival could be.
Trumpets began to play.
Oh. My. God.
The crowd went ballistic. They knew exactly who this was. A man to never step foot in BBW, but a man that anyone who watches professional wrestling would recognise in a heartbeat.
Nuke. <********> Fusion.
Propane Nightmares (via Pendulum) began to hit around the arena as the crowd went absolutely wild. Children cried. Grown men cried. Women got wet. Including your mother. Everyone cheered, it was a good day for all.
As he walked straight down the ramp, he slapped a few hands, and walked past the ring. Wow, he actually walked past the ring. Slapping hands with some more fans, he got to the commentators table, where both Guy and Troy awaited him. Shaking his hand and allowing him a seat in the center, he sat down eagerly and put on a headset.
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