The arena was calming down as a fantastic match had ended. It was almost time for everyone to head on home. To their comfy little luxury. Then, almost from nowhere, catching the waves of fans and photographers off guard, the arena's lights turned down, and a small ring of fire enflamed upon the ground near the entrance, smoke also escaping the ring. A semi-slow tempo-ed song had started, and slowly being raised on the platform was a figure with a hood over his head that seemed familiar to the fans. However, there was no cheers, no resentment. Just Awe. The music exploded into hardhitting drums, heavy riffs, and meaningful lyrics.
The man stayed hooded as the music continued.
These are the days of revenge so sweet.
Can you feel it?
There is a fear in the air that I have prayed for, for my whole life.
Can you feel it? And do you fear it?
And Malcolm was right:
The hate that we've sown has come home in the night.
So wake up. It's time to die.
The man looked up as the music blarred. People were still in confusion as to who this man was. Was it a new wrestler? Was the man even going to show his face? Why is he here? So many questions on their minds, it's too much to gather. And soon their answers would be resolved.
Just take a look at the papers,
Your leaders:
They're killers, they're liars.
See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher.
The murders and the terror,
They've done it forever
as we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us.
So now they come for me.
So now they come for you...
The man grabbed hold of the hood, getting ready to throw it back.
We didn't care and now there's nothing we can do!
He threw it back and walls of indigo and deep blue pyro shot up from the sides of the entrance. The crowd roared in acceptance and excitement as they were revealed the man's identity. Xaius Demented. A man who had become a loved wrestler for ICW, and left, due to his mental troubles. Now he was back home, and was greeted with open arms. Xaius looked to the mobs of people in the arena, it was a beautiful sight. He began to walk to the ring, it was about time he came back.
Holy Mother of Columbine,
Say a prayer for me
And the USA.
Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
Come and strike us down.
How dare we pray?
He had used the cold hard stairs to lead him to the way to enter the Squared circle. Xaius walked to a turnbuckle , quickly climbing up it and looking out into the crowds of people. It was clear they were glad to have Xaius back, it was about damn time.
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The man stayed hooded as the music continued.
These are the days of revenge so sweet.
Can you feel it?
There is a fear in the air that I have prayed for, for my whole life.
Can you feel it? And do you fear it?
And Malcolm was right:
The hate that we've sown has come home in the night.
So wake up. It's time to die.
The man looked up as the music blarred. People were still in confusion as to who this man was. Was it a new wrestler? Was the man even going to show his face? Why is he here? So many questions on their minds, it's too much to gather. And soon their answers would be resolved.
Just take a look at the papers,
Your leaders:
They're killers, they're liars.
See what they do in your name to make the bodies pile higher.
The murders and the terror,
They've done it forever
as we sit back and smile at the script that they sell us.
So now they come for me.
So now they come for you...
The man grabbed hold of the hood, getting ready to throw it back.
We didn't care and now there's nothing we can do!
He threw it back and walls of indigo and deep blue pyro shot up from the sides of the entrance. The crowd roared in acceptance and excitement as they were revealed the man's identity. Xaius Demented. A man who had become a loved wrestler for ICW, and left, due to his mental troubles. Now he was back home, and was greeted with open arms. Xaius looked to the mobs of people in the arena, it was a beautiful sight. He began to walk to the ring, it was about time he came back.
Holy Mother of Columbine,
Say a prayer for me
And the USA.
Blessed martyrs of Palestine,
Come and strike us down.
How dare we pray?
He had used the cold hard stairs to lead him to the way to enter the Squared circle. Xaius walked to a turnbuckle , quickly climbing up it and looking out into the crowds of people. It was clear they were glad to have Xaius back, it was about damn time.
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