Post by AlphaBeta on Jul 4, 2014 19:56:36 GMT -5
The show opens with a bang! An arrangement of fireworks blast off like it's the Fourth of July, blistering into the heavens above known commonly to the crowd as the rafters. The fans in attendance are buzzing wildly in anticipation. The sold out crowd is on their feet, waiting patiently for the first sign of human life to emerge miraculously from the curtains. Whether it be a villain, hated as much as the comic book badies, or a hero who men, women and children could look up to, made no difference. Everybody was a star in the place known to some as "Viral", and the fans respected the members of the roster regardless. People all over the globe had become enamored with the talented roster, and the momentum began to build steadily.
The commentator crew jawed back and forth, highlighting the matches of the night. Each match sounded more and more hyped than the last one, building up to the main event which sounded more like the second coming of Christ than a wrestling match. As the opening theme song, pyrotechnics display, and wrestling vignette ended, the commentator crew pointed the fans watching home on television over the the stage, where the lights had dimmed the a dull shade of grey, fading all life throughout the arena. A theme song hits, one commonly heard to everyone who frequently tuned in. Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" began to blare, which signaled the arrival of the one, the only...
Benson Dane, watching the television in front of him, shook his head. A look of disappointment was painted on his face, his expression was as clear as day. He reached out, turned off the television, and took a step back.
He was in the hallways of the Staples Center, the building where Viral Wrestling was commonly held. With all other sport seasons ending in the stadium, Benson expected two things.. Viral Wrestling to be the only major sport left until Fall, and parties outside to celebrate Lord Stanley's cup coming home to Los Angeles. What he got instead was a ghost town in the arena. He felt as if he was the only man to be wandering the arena, feeling almost like he was in a horror movie. He chuckled to himself thinking about the potential of zombies bursting through the doors and flooding the place, knowing fully well that the possibility of that was way out of the picture.
If nobody was here, why would zombies want to come here, right?
While it was the Fourth of July, the place was empty, the only fireworks were going off outside, blocks away. He takes a step back from the television, chuckling once more.
Who'duh thought it'd be like this, hm?
While the question seemed indirect, it had become apparent that somebody else had roamed up behind him.
The commentator crew jawed back and forth, highlighting the matches of the night. Each match sounded more and more hyped than the last one, building up to the main event which sounded more like the second coming of Christ than a wrestling match. As the opening theme song, pyrotechnics display, and wrestling vignette ended, the commentator crew pointed the fans watching home on television over the the stage, where the lights had dimmed the a dull shade of grey, fading all life throughout the arena. A theme song hits, one commonly heard to everyone who frequently tuned in. Pearl Jam's "Jeremy" began to blare, which signaled the arrival of the one, the only...
Benson Dane, watching the television in front of him, shook his head. A look of disappointment was painted on his face, his expression was as clear as day. He reached out, turned off the television, and took a step back.
He was in the hallways of the Staples Center, the building where Viral Wrestling was commonly held. With all other sport seasons ending in the stadium, Benson expected two things.. Viral Wrestling to be the only major sport left until Fall, and parties outside to celebrate Lord Stanley's cup coming home to Los Angeles. What he got instead was a ghost town in the arena. He felt as if he was the only man to be wandering the arena, feeling almost like he was in a horror movie. He chuckled to himself thinking about the potential of zombies bursting through the doors and flooding the place, knowing fully well that the possibility of that was way out of the picture.
If nobody was here, why would zombies want to come here, right?
While it was the Fourth of July, the place was empty, the only fireworks were going off outside, blocks away. He takes a step back from the television, chuckling once more.
Who'duh thought it'd be like this, hm?
While the question seemed indirect, it had become apparent that somebody else had roamed up behind him.