Post by Magnus Gunner on Sept 2, 2011 11:37:41 GMT -4
The camera pans around the arena, focusing on the roaring fans, some holding up signs voicing their opinions and views of different superstars or they action itself, others just happy to be present at the event, and showing their appreciation through clapping and fist pumping. As Madhouse nears the end of the night, the camera switches over to the commentators table showing the legendary tandem of Jimmy Pate and Ray White, each man with a broad smile on their face, holding their headsets, about to give they analysis.
Jimmy Pate: "Ladies and Gentlemen if your just joining us, you've missed some great action, they action only Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling can provide."
Ray White: "I wouldn't go that far Jimmy, you haven't seem me in bed after a cup of joe and an episode of Ellen Degeneres."
Jimmy Pate: "That's something best kept to yourself Ray. Back to my point though, this next match was a last edition to the card. We have two returning competitors, Magnus Gunner - an independent star with incredible potential inspite of his massive ego - against Vladimir Strife, a former two time Imperial Champion and arguably the greatest wrestler in professional wrestling today."
Ray White: "A fool bets against Vladimir Strife, but then again a fool underestimates Magnus Gunner. I don't really want to call a winner Jimmy, so here's to hoping they stop fighting, and just kiss and make up!"
The blood and sweat soaks into the canvas of the squared circle from the previous match, meanwhile the lights in the arena begin to fade out as a spotlight becomes fixated upon the sixteen foot prison, otherwise known as the steel cage which hangs suspended above the ring. A quiet hush falls over the arena as they gaze up at the hellacious structure, one two unfortunate souls would be contractually obligated to be imprisoned within. A slightly dramatic, macabre tune comes to life in the background, beginning to play the steel structure. Intent on making her introductions, Lizzie Morna marches across ringside to the timekeeper’s table, quickly grabbing her microphone and clutching it in her soft, gentle fingertips before looking into the crowd. By this time the aura in the arena had undergone a metamorphosis, the vibrant electricity that once filled the spectrum now poisoned with apprehension and anxiety. As the crowd begins to understand the magnitude of the situation, and what is exactly about to transpire before them, Morna hoists the microphone to her mouth and commences to address the audience, speaking in her usual elegant tone.
Lizzie: “The following contest is a Steel Cage Match, where the only way to be victorious is by escaping the cage. The superstar who climbs over the top or through the door, whose feet reaches the floor first, will be the winner!”
As the long time announcer and interviewer finishes, the flow of gas begins to ebb slowly, the gas being fed toward the entrance ramp, beginning slowly as small spurts of flames appear. The flames gradually intensify, until the entire entryway in is engulfed in an eerie white light, creating tense nervousness and anticipation in the crowd. The fire suddenly dances into life, morphing into a menacing wall of smoke which envelops the ramp. Alas after a few suspenseful moments, as the acoustic distortion of Grand Funk Railroad’s - "Sins A Good Man’s Brother" first guitar riff comes to life on the speakers, echoing loudly through the venue, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering loudly as a shiver of excitement cascades down their spines, others booing vociferously, vehemently voicing their displeasure and fierce hatred. The fire suddenly disappears, a brief display of pyrotechnics and explosions suddenly occurring before a spotlight shines down upon the curtains. The man behind the music appears as a silhouette holding his arms hoisted into the air, hands gesturing with the "Rock Sign" behind the shower of sparks that ignite in the entrance tunnel.
"Introducing first, he hails from Detroit, Michigan, standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the 'Rock Messiah', the 'Loaded Pistol'... this is MAGGNNUUSS GUNNNEEERRRR!"
The passionate signing of Mark Farner blares throughout the spectrum, as the guitar riffs begin to pick up, creating a pandemonium of sound. On cue, the protege of Hayden Hardkore bursts through the tunnel, an assortment of sparks beind left behind him as he gazes into the crowd. He stands momentarily on the ramp, dawning blue knee length trunks, black boots, blue shin guards with his face concealed by a pair of RetroSuperFuture shades, and his face curled in a confident smirk. Magnus shrugs his shoulder, the bare chested rocker beaming with delight and amusement as he begins a slow, methodical saunter up and down the entrance stage, further taunting the sold out crowd.
"Gunner is quite confident Ray. It's like he doesn't care or he's too stupid to realize that he'll be trapped in that cage like a criminal, and locked in with one of the most ruthless inmates in Vladimir Strife."
"He has a right to be I guess. We don't know what the King has been up to during his hiatus, while Magnus has been touring with Japanese promotions, eliminating any ring rust and staying in tip top shape."
"That may be true, but if your going into a prison riot brawl which what this match is likely to turn into, I'd have my chips in Vlad's basket, not taking anything away from the Rock Messiah who is a capable opponent in his own right."
"All I know is one of these men are going to drop the soap tonight, and that's always something special in my opinion!"
The product of EVPW's defunt developmental territory, Lion's Den Professional Wrestling makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans on either side of him, continuing to flaunt his swaggering smile. The cage begins to lower, causing Gunner to stop midstride as he watches it plummet down from it's perch a the top of the arena down to the realm of mortals. The structure hits the floor, surrounding the twenty by twenty foot ring. Magnus removes his shades, his smirk suddenly disappearing, his face now scowling, as his glaring eyes burn holes through the chainlink. The Rock Messiah picks his stride back up, handing his shades to the nearby ring attendant before turning around, backing up into the cage, turning his attention to the entrance ramp.
"It looks like he's going to escort his opponent into the cage. I doubt Vladimir will take the invitation gracefully."
"I wouldn't expect him to. I'd bet the house that the self-proclaimed God King will storm down that ramp with fists swinging ready to beat some respect into the Rock Messiah."
Magnus takes a deep breath as his theme tunes pans out. The Loaded Pistol clenches his fists, his hands being held in an offensive, pugilistic position, as the response for his arrival subside. All attention is diverted to the entryway, and the anticipation for the King begins to mount.
TBCB Vladimir
Jimmy Pate: "Ladies and Gentlemen if your just joining us, you've missed some great action, they action only Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling can provide."
Ray White: "I wouldn't go that far Jimmy, you haven't seem me in bed after a cup of joe and an episode of Ellen Degeneres."
Jimmy Pate: "That's something best kept to yourself Ray. Back to my point though, this next match was a last edition to the card. We have two returning competitors, Magnus Gunner - an independent star with incredible potential inspite of his massive ego - against Vladimir Strife, a former two time Imperial Champion and arguably the greatest wrestler in professional wrestling today."
Ray White: "A fool bets against Vladimir Strife, but then again a fool underestimates Magnus Gunner. I don't really want to call a winner Jimmy, so here's to hoping they stop fighting, and just kiss and make up!"
The blood and sweat soaks into the canvas of the squared circle from the previous match, meanwhile the lights in the arena begin to fade out as a spotlight becomes fixated upon the sixteen foot prison, otherwise known as the steel cage which hangs suspended above the ring. A quiet hush falls over the arena as they gaze up at the hellacious structure, one two unfortunate souls would be contractually obligated to be imprisoned within. A slightly dramatic, macabre tune comes to life in the background, beginning to play the steel structure. Intent on making her introductions, Lizzie Morna marches across ringside to the timekeeper’s table, quickly grabbing her microphone and clutching it in her soft, gentle fingertips before looking into the crowd. By this time the aura in the arena had undergone a metamorphosis, the vibrant electricity that once filled the spectrum now poisoned with apprehension and anxiety. As the crowd begins to understand the magnitude of the situation, and what is exactly about to transpire before them, Morna hoists the microphone to her mouth and commences to address the audience, speaking in her usual elegant tone.
Lizzie: “The following contest is a Steel Cage Match, where the only way to be victorious is by escaping the cage. The superstar who climbs over the top or through the door, whose feet reaches the floor first, will be the winner!”
As the long time announcer and interviewer finishes, the flow of gas begins to ebb slowly, the gas being fed toward the entrance ramp, beginning slowly as small spurts of flames appear. The flames gradually intensify, until the entire entryway in is engulfed in an eerie white light, creating tense nervousness and anticipation in the crowd. The fire suddenly dances into life, morphing into a menacing wall of smoke which envelops the ramp. Alas after a few suspenseful moments, as the acoustic distortion of Grand Funk Railroad’s - "Sins A Good Man’s Brother" first guitar riff comes to life on the speakers, echoing loudly through the venue, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering loudly as a shiver of excitement cascades down their spines, others booing vociferously, vehemently voicing their displeasure and fierce hatred. The fire suddenly disappears, a brief display of pyrotechnics and explosions suddenly occurring before a spotlight shines down upon the curtains. The man behind the music appears as a silhouette holding his arms hoisted into the air, hands gesturing with the "Rock Sign" behind the shower of sparks that ignite in the entrance tunnel.
"Introducing first, he hails from Detroit, Michigan, standing six feet, four inches tall, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the 'Rock Messiah', the 'Loaded Pistol'... this is MAGGNNUUSS GUNNNEEERRRR!"
The passionate signing of Mark Farner blares throughout the spectrum, as the guitar riffs begin to pick up, creating a pandemonium of sound. On cue, the protege of Hayden Hardkore bursts through the tunnel, an assortment of sparks beind left behind him as he gazes into the crowd. He stands momentarily on the ramp, dawning blue knee length trunks, black boots, blue shin guards with his face concealed by a pair of RetroSuperFuture shades, and his face curled in a confident smirk. Magnus shrugs his shoulder, the bare chested rocker beaming with delight and amusement as he begins a slow, methodical saunter up and down the entrance stage, further taunting the sold out crowd.
Ain't seen a night,
Things work out right, go by....
Things on my mind,
And I just don't have the time,
And it don't seem right.
Things work out right, go by....
Things on my mind,
And I just don't have the time,
And it don't seem right.
"Gunner is quite confident Ray. It's like he doesn't care or he's too stupid to realize that he'll be trapped in that cage like a criminal, and locked in with one of the most ruthless inmates in Vladimir Strife."
"He has a right to be I guess. We don't know what the King has been up to during his hiatus, while Magnus has been touring with Japanese promotions, eliminating any ring rust and staying in tip top shape."
"That may be true, but if your going into a prison riot brawl which what this match is likely to turn into, I'd have my chips in Vlad's basket, not taking anything away from the Rock Messiah who is a capable opponent in his own right."
"All I know is one of these men are going to drop the soap tonight, and that's always something special in my opinion!"
Ain't seen a day,
That I don't hear people say,
They know they're gonna' die.
This may seem a little bit crazy,
But I don't think we should be so lazy.
If you think you've heard this before,
Well, stick around I'm gonna' tell you more.
That I don't hear people say,
They know they're gonna' die.
This may seem a little bit crazy,
But I don't think we should be so lazy.
If you think you've heard this before,
Well, stick around I'm gonna' tell you more.
The product of EVPW's defunt developmental territory, Lion's Den Professional Wrestling makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans on either side of him, continuing to flaunt his swaggering smile. The cage begins to lower, causing Gunner to stop midstride as he watches it plummet down from it's perch a the top of the arena down to the realm of mortals. The structure hits the floor, surrounding the twenty by twenty foot ring. Magnus removes his shades, his smirk suddenly disappearing, his face now scowling, as his glaring eyes burn holes through the chainlink. The Rock Messiah picks his stride back up, handing his shades to the nearby ring attendant before turning around, backing up into the cage, turning his attention to the entrance ramp.
"It looks like he's going to escort his opponent into the cage. I doubt Vladimir will take the invitation gracefully."
"I wouldn't expect him to. I'd bet the house that the self-proclaimed God King will storm down that ramp with fists swinging ready to beat some respect into the Rock Messiah."
Magnus takes a deep breath as his theme tunes pans out. The Loaded Pistol clenches his fists, his hands being held in an offensive, pugilistic position, as the response for his arrival subside. All attention is diverted to the entryway, and the anticipation for the King begins to mount.
TBCB Vladimir
