The opening scene to Night of Legends had just finished, and the fireworks had just settled, leaving behind a trail of smoke and a ringing in the ears of the crowd closest to them.
Karla: "Please give a warm welcome to the ICW Undisputed Champion .. Nuke Fusion!"
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Original Fire - Audioslave
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
The arena was suddenly plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone. Strobe lighting flickered around the arena ..
The lights started to flicker around the arena, the green spotlights still shooting around the arena, bouncing against the walls and ceiling, illuminating the crowd momentarily before flying off again.
With a pen in one hand, taking a stand, drugged on kerosene
Eighty-four and five would find us something to believe
Right or wrong, with dirty hands on wires
Singing songs in dischord choirs
Screaming in braile, no temptress prize could ever yield anything so real ..
Nuke stepped out from backstage, as the green spotlights hit him, illuminating his already green attire. Looking around the arena, he started a slow walk down the ramp, looking from time to time at the Undisputed Championship adorning his shoulder.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
Reaching the ring, after some hassle from some fans, Nuke pointed to backstage as a team of five security guards came out in single file. They all wore The Prodigy shirts, showing their alignment to the Champ.
Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be
Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city
Here the rain falls ever after, the strangled vines hang dead in rafters
The blood rushed to your head induces a laughter, endlessly ..
Once the security had stopped at the bottom of the ramp, Nuke seemed happy enough, and started a slow walk up the steel stairs and on to the ICW apron. Ducking down slightly, he held tight to his title as he stepped between the second and top rope, before adjusting his attire once he was back to a standing position.
The ring had two leather recliners positioned adjacent to the other, although slightly angled so as not completely in line. A plasma TV was positioned on top of a turnbuckle, secured by two wires hooked to the rafters. A side table was also positioned with two microphones.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on!
The arena's PA system slowly faded the music out, as the crowd then became audible, chants of 'Uncrown the Champ!' started to grow in voice.
Taking a microphone from the table, Nuke looked over at the ramp, then to the crowd.
"Fags and Fagettes, welcome to the first ever edition of A night with The Prodigy .."
The chants still rang out across the arena, Nuke looking down at his title as if to reassure hisself that it was still there.
"You should get to know me quite well through these little shows, and tonight I have a very special guest to kickstart this show. A very close friend of mine in this business, he's been at the top in many a great company .."
Karla: "Please give a warm welcome to the ICW Undisputed Champion .. Nuke Fusion!"
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Original Fire - Audioslave
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
The arena was suddenly plunged into darkness and green spotlights turned on around the arena, randomly turning, seemingly looking for something or someone. Strobe lighting flickered around the arena ..
The lights started to flicker around the arena, the green spotlights still shooting around the arena, bouncing against the walls and ceiling, illuminating the crowd momentarily before flying off again.
With a pen in one hand, taking a stand, drugged on kerosene
Eighty-four and five would find us something to believe
Right or wrong, with dirty hands on wires
Singing songs in dischord choirs
Screaming in braile, no temptress prize could ever yield anything so real ..
Nuke stepped out from backstage, as the green spotlights hit him, illuminating his already green attire. Looking around the arena, he started a slow walk down the ramp, looking from time to time at the Undisputed Championship adorning his shoulder.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on!
Reaching the ring, after some hassle from some fans, Nuke pointed to backstage as a team of five security guards came out in single file. They all wore The Prodigy shirts, showing their alignment to the Champ.
Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be
Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city
Here the rain falls ever after, the strangled vines hang dead in rafters
The blood rushed to your head induces a laughter, endlessly ..
Once the security had stopped at the bottom of the ramp, Nuke seemed happy enough, and started a slow walk up the steel stairs and on to the ICW apron. Ducking down slightly, he held tight to his title as he stepped between the second and top rope, before adjusting his attire once he was back to a standing position.
The ring had two leather recliners positioned adjacent to the other, although slightly angled so as not completely in line. A plasma TV was positioned on top of a turnbuckle, secured by two wires hooked to the rafters. A side table was also positioned with two microphones.
The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on ..
The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on!
The arena's PA system slowly faded the music out, as the crowd then became audible, chants of 'Uncrown the Champ!' started to grow in voice.
Taking a microphone from the table, Nuke looked over at the ramp, then to the crowd.
"Fags and Fagettes, welcome to the first ever edition of A night with The Prodigy .."
The chants still rang out across the arena, Nuke looking down at his title as if to reassure hisself that it was still there.
"You should get to know me quite well through these little shows, and tonight I have a very special guest to kickstart this show. A very close friend of mine in this business, he's been at the top in many a great company .."
