The scene opens to a room lined with hanging cage walls, chains, and more which may signify the room is the workshop for the cages, in particular the triple cage. Everything within the room prepped and ready for the show, tonight. A whistle sounded out as a melody with a song to follow.
“Some legends are told… some turn to dust or to gold..” his voice spoke out the lyrics as the Lotus Eclipse walked into frame with a hand trailing along steel links. Before long, he would sit down on a chair placed in the center of it all with eyes focused on the camera, leaned forward with arms on his knees. “Welcome to Survival Series. A show that features Bison’s challenge for gold against Drako and the return of the Triple Cage as ‘Russo’s Revenge’. More on that later.” He started off with his focus looking down. Thoughts were churning in his mind as he sat and focused down on what he had to say.
“Survival… it’s a key instinct, a will of force to push us to just live. We seek to survive day by day by whatever means. It’s fitting for our job.. to survive. To survive against our opponents, to survival and live in the face of enemies. To survive and make a living or even a legacy against those that have their own. We have two individuals with two surprise opponents. In one case, Trent seeks to survive against his unknown. I have no doubt that he shall survive his bout, but it is but a matter of the predator that lurks behind the curtain.. and what remains. Now, the other match…?” He paused as he seemed to velvet contemplating his options. A struggle as he would lift a hand up to bite a thumb.
“By speaking of this, it means I have to acknowledge that it exists. And by acknowledging it, it means it may end up giving me attention. On one hand, I’d rather not. On the other… I hold respect for one person forced to duel with it already, so I have decided to share in his pain for this moment. You see, I have these goals… Goals to create an actual future for this company. To grow and expand… to make things better… more compelling for any new folks to come and try. To start a revolution and burn this society down through chaos and madness to build it back up from the ashes. A new paradise for us to enjoy and destroy one another as we see fit— but a place as this? Has no need, no purpose for a guy who thinks sexual harassment is a great idea- which I’m pretty certain that this guy makes out with his own family as that’s the only way he could ever find a release, but I digress… and shall return to leaving this guy on ignore. Now back to the main story,” he stated as he adjusted himself to look back to the camera.
“Drako and Bison for the gold I once held. Now I don’t lie. I was looking forward to the chance meet with Bison in the ring against me. Plans do change, so I’ll await and see what becomes of the future. For now? Do know, gentleman, that I’ll be watching close but not to challenge.. but to decide on who could bring out a better future. Only one? Maybe both? I want to see it. I want to see what each can bring as Drako looks to survive with a primal alpha ready to tear at his throat!” He spoke as his tone became fierce before settling down and going quiet for a few seconds.
“Finally… Russo’s revenge. A handicap match of carnage to see six on three. A true match for survival, yet it reminds me of why I’m here… and doing what I’m doing. It reminds me that the answers we seek cannot be directly found in the future but must be sought in the past in order to make that future. What we see in this match is the past in action. This is what my focus will be truly on. For it is the past that can mold our present to present the future. This will be something to watch… as it’ll be brutal, chaotic, and I have no doubts that Russo has plenty of back-ups in motion. It’ll be the madness that aims to burn..” he would stand up and move himself closer to the camera, a hand in pocket.
“To those that wish to see this future, listen well to me. Hear my words to all those that desperately wish to see their dreams. The Eclipse is rising… and The Eclipse is here. The shadow that’ll welcome you and guide you to the light where your dreams lay. Hear me, follow my voice. Come to me and I’ll lead you to your ideals. Hear me, cross paths against me, and be left as the ash that guides the path for those that will push on." he spoke out his words, beckoning to the listeners as he extended a hand out in a manner of how he played on his 'dances' in the ring. Lowering the hand, a soft chuckle left the Eclipse as he moved over to a walling of a steel cage, a hand gripping along the links.
"Do know ... That I am here, WWFG. Do remember that I walk these halls, and that my eyes are watching. By the end of the night, there will be a sacrifice to prove my words and to begin my revolution for this company. The only question is ... Where will I go? Who will I see? Who shall survive? ... and who will be left in the ash?" he questioned before a glitch hit the screen with the Lotus gone and replaced with Lunar on the opposite side of the cage. "Who will it be? Who will it be? Who will show? Oh, the anticipation will be in the air, chills along the spines of those unable to watch their own backs! But tell me...?" Eyes turned to the camera with the red eyes wide, his right eye, specifically holding an X for an iris, resembling the Moxcy face. "Will it be me? The unhinged mastermind?" he asked before Lunar faded in the glitch with Lotus appearing back in his chair with his eyes deadlocked on the camera. "Or the collected lunatic? Be ready. You won't see it coming." With the scene cutting off and Moxcy appearing on the screen, the face laughing with a fade to black.
“Some legends are told… some turn to dust or to gold..” his voice spoke out the lyrics as the Lotus Eclipse walked into frame with a hand trailing along steel links. Before long, he would sit down on a chair placed in the center of it all with eyes focused on the camera, leaned forward with arms on his knees. “Welcome to Survival Series. A show that features Bison’s challenge for gold against Drako and the return of the Triple Cage as ‘Russo’s Revenge’. More on that later.” He started off with his focus looking down. Thoughts were churning in his mind as he sat and focused down on what he had to say.
“Survival… it’s a key instinct, a will of force to push us to just live. We seek to survive day by day by whatever means. It’s fitting for our job.. to survive. To survive against our opponents, to survival and live in the face of enemies. To survive and make a living or even a legacy against those that have their own. We have two individuals with two surprise opponents. In one case, Trent seeks to survive against his unknown. I have no doubt that he shall survive his bout, but it is but a matter of the predator that lurks behind the curtain.. and what remains. Now, the other match…?” He paused as he seemed to velvet contemplating his options. A struggle as he would lift a hand up to bite a thumb.
“By speaking of this, it means I have to acknowledge that it exists. And by acknowledging it, it means it may end up giving me attention. On one hand, I’d rather not. On the other… I hold respect for one person forced to duel with it already, so I have decided to share in his pain for this moment. You see, I have these goals… Goals to create an actual future for this company. To grow and expand… to make things better… more compelling for any new folks to come and try. To start a revolution and burn this society down through chaos and madness to build it back up from the ashes. A new paradise for us to enjoy and destroy one another as we see fit— but a place as this? Has no need, no purpose for a guy who thinks sexual harassment is a great idea- which I’m pretty certain that this guy makes out with his own family as that’s the only way he could ever find a release, but I digress… and shall return to leaving this guy on ignore. Now back to the main story,” he stated as he adjusted himself to look back to the camera.
“Drako and Bison for the gold I once held. Now I don’t lie. I was looking forward to the chance meet with Bison in the ring against me. Plans do change, so I’ll await and see what becomes of the future. For now? Do know, gentleman, that I’ll be watching close but not to challenge.. but to decide on who could bring out a better future. Only one? Maybe both? I want to see it. I want to see what each can bring as Drako looks to survive with a primal alpha ready to tear at his throat!” He spoke as his tone became fierce before settling down and going quiet for a few seconds.
“Finally… Russo’s revenge. A handicap match of carnage to see six on three. A true match for survival, yet it reminds me of why I’m here… and doing what I’m doing. It reminds me that the answers we seek cannot be directly found in the future but must be sought in the past in order to make that future. What we see in this match is the past in action. This is what my focus will be truly on. For it is the past that can mold our present to present the future. This will be something to watch… as it’ll be brutal, chaotic, and I have no doubts that Russo has plenty of back-ups in motion. It’ll be the madness that aims to burn..” he would stand up and move himself closer to the camera, a hand in pocket.
“To those that wish to see this future, listen well to me. Hear my words to all those that desperately wish to see their dreams. The Eclipse is rising… and The Eclipse is here. The shadow that’ll welcome you and guide you to the light where your dreams lay. Hear me, follow my voice. Come to me and I’ll lead you to your ideals. Hear me, cross paths against me, and be left as the ash that guides the path for those that will push on." he spoke out his words, beckoning to the listeners as he extended a hand out in a manner of how he played on his 'dances' in the ring. Lowering the hand, a soft chuckle left the Eclipse as he moved over to a walling of a steel cage, a hand gripping along the links.
"Do know ... That I am here, WWFG. Do remember that I walk these halls, and that my eyes are watching. By the end of the night, there will be a sacrifice to prove my words and to begin my revolution for this company. The only question is ... Where will I go? Who will I see? Who shall survive? ... and who will be left in the ash?" he questioned before a glitch hit the screen with the Lotus gone and replaced with Lunar on the opposite side of the cage. "Who will it be? Who will it be? Who will show? Oh, the anticipation will be in the air, chills along the spines of those unable to watch their own backs! But tell me...?" Eyes turned to the camera with the red eyes wide, his right eye, specifically holding an X for an iris, resembling the Moxcy face. "Will it be me? The unhinged mastermind?" he asked before Lunar faded in the glitch with Lotus appearing back in his chair with his eyes deadlocked on the camera. "Or the collected lunatic? Be ready. You won't see it coming." With the scene cutting off and Moxcy appearing on the screen, the face laughing with a fade to black.
