Post by @xL on Dec 24, 2007 2:10:22 GMT -5
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Welcome, Neo.
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["I've Got the Power", by Snap plays on the speakers... and Maxwell Gates, chairman of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, walks out through the curtains. The fans boo rauceously, showing their distaste for the owner of the HWA. Maxwell steps into the ring and grabs a microphone, and lifts up a hand.]
Max: Ok, ok, settle down. I know you all love me sooo much, and I... well, I couldn't really give a shit, but either way, I've got a very BIG announcement to make, and I need SILENCE! [even more jeers] ... I guess you people are deaf, huh? I said SILENCE!!! [even MORE jeers and boos] ... SHUT UP!
[The fans continue to jeer and boo, each moment becoming louder and louder... until-]
*BANG!*
[-Max fires a gun in the air. Now THERE's an attention grabber... The crowd finally quiets down, and Maxwell continues.]
Max: ... Finally. Now-
[Suddenly, the HWA's 'StarVisionTronScreen' comes to life with red, white and green numbers... The lights dim slowly, as the numbers begin to vanish here and there... And with the lights off, the numbers have revealed a message; ]
"the viruz iz zpreading..."
...
- Hey you, Hey you... Devil's little sister, -
- Listening, to your, Twisted Transistor... -
- Hold it between your legs, -
- Turn it up, Turn it up... -
- The wind is coming through, -
- Can't get... enough... -
[The song cuts, and Max, still shrouded in darkness, screams into the microphone...]
Max: Whoever's doing this, stop it this VERY minute! I will NOT have you making a mockery of Maxwell W. Gates!!! I am the owner of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, and-
Voice: SILENCE!!!
Max: ... No, YOU silence! I'm the one that tells people to-
Voice: SHUT UP!
Max: - ... Just who in the HELL do you think you are?!
Voice: ...
Max: ...
[The arena is left in the dark, the lime green message forecasting a spreading virus still on the big screen... After a few passing seconds, Maxwell is about to say something else into the microphone... but on the StarVisionTronScreen, someone backspaces over the message... and writes something else. Something... FOREBODING.]
"infekxion.o1x"
[The lights flash between red, white, and green... Instantly, the "o1v" next to "infekxion" begins to alternate between every possible triple digit combination imaginable... before the 'x' transforms into a 'w' ... the '1' into a '0'... and the 'o'? An 'n'. Which means, the message now reads...]
"infekxion.n0w"
[The flashing lights halt, returning to the prior darkness. As the "infekxion.n0w" message remains on the big screen, Maxwell speaks into the mic.]
Max: This has gone on long enough! I'm not asking anymore, I'm DEMANDING, that whoever's pulling this crap, make their prescence known! And that they do so, right... NOW! -
[The "infekxion.n0w" message is replaced with static... before blasts of pyro ignite all around the ring, scaring the bejeezus out of poor Chairman Gates. Gates falls on his ass, and as he does, a shower of sparks falls from the rafters and onto the canvas. The speakers fill with random theme music from all the HWA roster members... pyro blasts off along the ring, stage, and ramp... the lights, which were once darkened, suddenly flash a wide array of color, from blue to pink to red to yellow... and the robotic vendors begin tossing their bags in all different directions, missing those who ask for popcorn and peanuts by a mile. ... Or are those just human vendors missing their customers as usual?]
[And after Max has pretty much wore his voice out by screaming for atleast SOME kind of order, the lights shut off one last time, the music goes silent, and a final message is left on the big screen...]
"4 Weeks... And Counting."
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Welcome, Neo.
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["I've Got the Power", by Snap plays on the speakers... and Maxwell Gates, chairman of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, walks out through the curtains. The fans boo rauceously, showing their distaste for the owner of the HWA. Maxwell steps into the ring and grabs a microphone, and lifts up a hand.]
Max: Ok, ok, settle down. I know you all love me sooo much, and I... well, I couldn't really give a shit, but either way, I've got a very BIG announcement to make, and I need SILENCE! [even more jeers] ... I guess you people are deaf, huh? I said SILENCE!!! [even MORE jeers and boos] ... SHUT UP!
[The fans continue to jeer and boo, each moment becoming louder and louder... until-]
*BANG!*
[-Max fires a gun in the air. Now THERE's an attention grabber... The crowd finally quiets down, and Maxwell continues.]
Max: ... Finally. Now-
[Suddenly, the HWA's 'StarVisionTronScreen' comes to life with red, white and green numbers... The lights dim slowly, as the numbers begin to vanish here and there... And with the lights off, the numbers have revealed a message; ]
"the viruz iz zpreading..."
...
- Hey you, Hey you... Devil's little sister, -
- Listening, to your, Twisted Transistor... -
- Hold it between your legs, -
- Turn it up, Turn it up... -
- The wind is coming through, -
- Can't get... enough... -
[The song cuts, and Max, still shrouded in darkness, screams into the microphone...]
Max: Whoever's doing this, stop it this VERY minute! I will NOT have you making a mockery of Maxwell W. Gates!!! I am the owner of the Hollywood Wrestling Alliance, and-
Voice: SILENCE!!!
Max: ... No, YOU silence! I'm the one that tells people to-
Voice: SHUT UP!
Max: - ... Just who in the HELL do you think you are?!
Voice: ...
Max: ...
[The arena is left in the dark, the lime green message forecasting a spreading virus still on the big screen... After a few passing seconds, Maxwell is about to say something else into the microphone... but on the StarVisionTronScreen, someone backspaces over the message... and writes something else. Something... FOREBODING.]
"infekxion.o1x"
[The lights flash between red, white, and green... Instantly, the "o1v" next to "infekxion" begins to alternate between every possible triple digit combination imaginable... before the 'x' transforms into a 'w' ... the '1' into a '0'... and the 'o'? An 'n'. Which means, the message now reads...]
"infekxion.n0w"
[The flashing lights halt, returning to the prior darkness. As the "infekxion.n0w" message remains on the big screen, Maxwell speaks into the mic.]
Max: This has gone on long enough! I'm not asking anymore, I'm DEMANDING, that whoever's pulling this crap, make their prescence known! And that they do so, right... NOW! -
[The "infekxion.n0w" message is replaced with static... before blasts of pyro ignite all around the ring, scaring the bejeezus out of poor Chairman Gates. Gates falls on his ass, and as he does, a shower of sparks falls from the rafters and onto the canvas. The speakers fill with random theme music from all the HWA roster members... pyro blasts off along the ring, stage, and ramp... the lights, which were once darkened, suddenly flash a wide array of color, from blue to pink to red to yellow... and the robotic vendors begin tossing their bags in all different directions, missing those who ask for popcorn and peanuts by a mile. ... Or are those just human vendors missing their customers as usual?]
[And after Max has pretty much wore his voice out by screaming for atleast SOME kind of order, the lights shut off one last time, the music goes silent, and a final message is left on the big screen...]
"4 Weeks... And Counting."