Post by The Purest on May 10, 2008 12:19:47 GMT
The crowd wait eagerly for the show to return from an intermission. When it does they get to their feet and start to cheer and raise their signs as the camera circles the arena. The lights fade and the fans go deadly silent as a light smoke fills the air and a countdown starts on the titantrom. They cheer louder and louder as it gets closer to number one.
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The fans silent once again in anticipation as the screen fades to black, there is a seconds of suspense before "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica hits the PA System, They gets to their feet as it gets into the opening riff. It plays through the openining music, and until the vocals begin the commentators speculate on what this means.
"Make His Fight On The Hill In The Early Day
Constant Chill Deep Inside
Shouting Gun. On They Run Through The Endless Grey
On They Fight, For They Are Right, Yes, But Who's To Say?"
The Camera runs through the fans once again, picking up on several small mosh pits breaking out throughout. All motion from the fans stops as the camera centres on the top of the ramp where a darkened figure is standing. He is wearing knee length black shorts which stop just above two black knee pads. He also has a black top on which zips up the middle and covers his arms, The hood is pulled up to reveal just his nose and mouth. His hands are taped and his feet are bare. He stands completely still for a minute or so, a solitary spotlight flashes on him but he can be barely seen through the steadily thickening white smoke that engulfs him.
"For a Hill Men Would Kill, Why? They Do Not Know
Suffered Wounds Test Their Pride
Men Of Five, Still Alive Through The Raging Glow
Gone Insane From The Pain That They Surely Know"
He tilts his head back, seemingly unable to see his way otherwise, before slowly walking to the ring, circling it once before stopping at the bottom of the ramp, taken aback by the welcome he is receiving from the fans. A mixture of intense stares and full hearted cheers from the fans doesn't seem to phase him as he gently walks forward and grasps the bottom rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He sits there on one knee for a while looking over to the fans.
"For Whom The Bell Tolls
Time Marches On
For Whom The Bell Tolls"
Stepping hesitantly between the middle and top rope and softly walking to the centre of the ring, the stage crew look at him seemingly not expecting his appearance. There is not a ref nor an announcer in the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, in the corner of the screen you can see a batallion of security lining up to deal with any forthcoming trouble, he turns his to look at them but just as quickly he turns to look at the floor again.
"Take A Look To The Sky Just Before You Die
It's The Last Time He Will
Blackened Roar Massive Roar Fills The Crumbling Sky
Shattered Goal Fills His Soul With A Ruthless Cry"
He slowly unzips his top to reveal his stomach and chest. He grasps his hood with both hands and holds it for a few seconds, the fans stand silently in anticipation. The wall of security are just in view of the camera and they are clearly also anxious to see who this is. He swiftly pulls the hood down and the crowd explode into a frenzy of chants and applause as they see the recently retired Purest standing in the ring.
"Stranger Now, Are His Eyes, To This Mystery
He Hears The Silence So Loud
Crack Of Dawn, All Is Gone Except The Will To Be
Now They See What Will Be, Blinded Eyes To See
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Time Marches On
For Whom The Bell Tolls"
The closing riff begins to play but quickly stops as Purest shouts for a mic which is thrown into the ring for him. He misses it and stares at the stage hand before bending down to pick it up. He looks over to the security who don't know whether this is sanctioned or not as you see them whispering to one another about what to do before stepping off but staying on guard close to the ring. Purest smiles and applaudes the fans who cheer before calming down to hear him speak.
The Purest - It's good to see you all again. I can only assume the feeling is mutual but i'll get on with why i am here. Give me a second to i take this off.
Purest removes his top and raises the microphone to his mouth again.
The Purest - That's better. Now, as i was saying...What was i saying again?
The fans laugh and cheer as a cheeky smile comes across Purests face
The Purest - Oh, Aye, The reason i am here tonight. Well i have sat home for the last five or so weeks after deciding to leave the wrestling business and i have to tell you, those were the longest five weeks of my life. I tried to fill my time with meaningless hobbies like golf and fishing and such but nothing could fill that void left in my life without having wrestling. I returned home to Scotland and it was good to get back to see my family and friends that i havent seen for a number of years due to the time i spent pursuing glory here in ICW. I enjoyed that but it was the long manonotomous days, spent at home that proved to me in my mind that i cant live without coming out here and performing for this business...for you fans.
The fans aplaud Purest and start to chant
Fans - Welcome back Purest...Welcome Back Purest...Welcome Back Purest...
The Purest - Settle down. Haha, Just kidding - you know i love it. There is one thing thats eating at me though. When i left for retirement, my contract to SNK was made Null and Void, meaning currently i am not signed to a show. Infact I am not even signed to ICW:Revolution, So taking this into consideration i thought, as this was an ICW house show, here would be the best place to give both SNK and TNS a fair chance to sign me to their show. That is, ofcourse, if either GM wants to sign me.
The Fans seem split about which show they want Purest on
Fans - SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...
The Purest - Aw, Thanks. It's nice to know you are appreciated. I personally have no preference about which show i go to but tonight i am officialy putting every wrestler signed to ICW on notice. I am going to go through this roster like a hurricane, there will be carnage in my wake, there will be casualties on every level. From curtain jerkers to main eventers, from jobbers to champions. So, with that said i invite both general managers to come to this ring and let them decide which show most deserves talent like mine, Which show would give me the best...hah challenge. I implore you to come to my ring.
Purest smiles and lowers his microphone and walks back, awaiting the general managers to come to the ring. He walks over to the far left corner and leans against the turnbuckle, crossing his arms over his stomach and starts to talk out to the closest fans, who shout something, that cant be heard over the camera, back to him as he laughs and turns back to look up to the stage, awaiting the general managers.
TbC by SNK or TNS GM
((OOC: I am planning my return with this as my new attire and with a new moves set, i'll sign a new contract. I will also sort out color/etc but i just wanted to get this up.))
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The fans silent once again in anticipation as the screen fades to black, there is a seconds of suspense before "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica hits the PA System, They gets to their feet as it gets into the opening riff. It plays through the openining music, and until the vocals begin the commentators speculate on what this means.
"Make His Fight On The Hill In The Early Day
Constant Chill Deep Inside
Shouting Gun. On They Run Through The Endless Grey
On They Fight, For They Are Right, Yes, But Who's To Say?"
The Camera runs through the fans once again, picking up on several small mosh pits breaking out throughout. All motion from the fans stops as the camera centres on the top of the ramp where a darkened figure is standing. He is wearing knee length black shorts which stop just above two black knee pads. He also has a black top on which zips up the middle and covers his arms, The hood is pulled up to reveal just his nose and mouth. His hands are taped and his feet are bare. He stands completely still for a minute or so, a solitary spotlight flashes on him but he can be barely seen through the steadily thickening white smoke that engulfs him.
"For a Hill Men Would Kill, Why? They Do Not Know
Suffered Wounds Test Their Pride
Men Of Five, Still Alive Through The Raging Glow
Gone Insane From The Pain That They Surely Know"
He tilts his head back, seemingly unable to see his way otherwise, before slowly walking to the ring, circling it once before stopping at the bottom of the ramp, taken aback by the welcome he is receiving from the fans. A mixture of intense stares and full hearted cheers from the fans doesn't seem to phase him as he gently walks forward and grasps the bottom rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He sits there on one knee for a while looking over to the fans.
"For Whom The Bell Tolls
Time Marches On
For Whom The Bell Tolls"
Stepping hesitantly between the middle and top rope and softly walking to the centre of the ring, the stage crew look at him seemingly not expecting his appearance. There is not a ref nor an announcer in the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring, in the corner of the screen you can see a batallion of security lining up to deal with any forthcoming trouble, he turns his to look at them but just as quickly he turns to look at the floor again.
"Take A Look To The Sky Just Before You Die
It's The Last Time He Will
Blackened Roar Massive Roar Fills The Crumbling Sky
Shattered Goal Fills His Soul With A Ruthless Cry"
He slowly unzips his top to reveal his stomach and chest. He grasps his hood with both hands and holds it for a few seconds, the fans stand silently in anticipation. The wall of security are just in view of the camera and they are clearly also anxious to see who this is. He swiftly pulls the hood down and the crowd explode into a frenzy of chants and applause as they see the recently retired Purest standing in the ring.
"Stranger Now, Are His Eyes, To This Mystery
He Hears The Silence So Loud
Crack Of Dawn, All Is Gone Except The Will To Be
Now They See What Will Be, Blinded Eyes To See
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Time Marches On
For Whom The Bell Tolls"
The closing riff begins to play but quickly stops as Purest shouts for a mic which is thrown into the ring for him. He misses it and stares at the stage hand before bending down to pick it up. He looks over to the security who don't know whether this is sanctioned or not as you see them whispering to one another about what to do before stepping off but staying on guard close to the ring. Purest smiles and applaudes the fans who cheer before calming down to hear him speak.
The Purest - It's good to see you all again. I can only assume the feeling is mutual but i'll get on with why i am here. Give me a second to i take this off.
Purest removes his top and raises the microphone to his mouth again.
The Purest - That's better. Now, as i was saying...What was i saying again?
The fans laugh and cheer as a cheeky smile comes across Purests face
The Purest - Oh, Aye, The reason i am here tonight. Well i have sat home for the last five or so weeks after deciding to leave the wrestling business and i have to tell you, those were the longest five weeks of my life. I tried to fill my time with meaningless hobbies like golf and fishing and such but nothing could fill that void left in my life without having wrestling. I returned home to Scotland and it was good to get back to see my family and friends that i havent seen for a number of years due to the time i spent pursuing glory here in ICW. I enjoyed that but it was the long manonotomous days, spent at home that proved to me in my mind that i cant live without coming out here and performing for this business...for you fans.
The fans aplaud Purest and start to chant
Fans - Welcome back Purest...Welcome Back Purest...Welcome Back Purest...
The Purest - Settle down. Haha, Just kidding - you know i love it. There is one thing thats eating at me though. When i left for retirement, my contract to SNK was made Null and Void, meaning currently i am not signed to a show. Infact I am not even signed to ICW:Revolution, So taking this into consideration i thought, as this was an ICW house show, here would be the best place to give both SNK and TNS a fair chance to sign me to their show. That is, ofcourse, if either GM wants to sign me.
The Fans seem split about which show they want Purest on
Fans - SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...SNK...TNS...
The Purest - Aw, Thanks. It's nice to know you are appreciated. I personally have no preference about which show i go to but tonight i am officialy putting every wrestler signed to ICW on notice. I am going to go through this roster like a hurricane, there will be carnage in my wake, there will be casualties on every level. From curtain jerkers to main eventers, from jobbers to champions. So, with that said i invite both general managers to come to this ring and let them decide which show most deserves talent like mine, Which show would give me the best...hah challenge. I implore you to come to my ring.
Purest smiles and lowers his microphone and walks back, awaiting the general managers to come to the ring. He walks over to the far left corner and leans against the turnbuckle, crossing his arms over his stomach and starts to talk out to the closest fans, who shout something, that cant be heard over the camera, back to him as he laughs and turns back to look up to the stage, awaiting the general managers.
TbC by SNK or TNS GM
((OOC: I am planning my return with this as my new attire and with a new moves set, i'll sign a new contract. I will also sort out color/etc but i just wanted to get this up.))
