..... those memories. Came back. Of. My Former Master.
His, dark eyes a flame with crimson hate.
Lord Mortismere.
The scene materializes to that of a house show.... the commentators by ring side were discussing the next match, when suddenly, an abruptly, the Lights CUT OFF!!!!
Commentator #1: Woah... who turned the lights off?!
Commentator #2: Why does this always seem to happen when we enter this city?-- SHOOT Project needs to rent better venues....
On the Tron, then flickered those bizarre series of scenes at the last Zenith:
Then, the commentators are shivering from the instant cold that overtook the arena... only a faint light blue hue was seen in the distance, cutting through the infinite, unforgivable darkness that has suddenly strangled the entire atmosphere... Then, with a clash of lightning following the harsh sounds of thunder, the entrance way became showered by more of the light blue darkness.... The Cold Dead Aura has arrived.... and so did HE.
The entire arena full of shocked SHOOT fans stood on their feet- almost climbing on top of each other to gain a glimpse of this dangerous, bizarre man...
The Unholy One, DARKSPADE, slowly made his methodical death march down the aisle —not removing his gaze from the empty ring. He stopped allowing the crash of lightning and thunder to roar in the background before he sharply turned towards his left.... The Darkspade walks up the steps slowly, turns, and then THRUSTS his hands upward to form the 'Spade' formation.... The camera angle shifted to another view —one that overlooks The Unholy One's cryptic arrival into the ring... The Darkspade has no emotion —just purpose. He flips his long, gothic cape around himself and then lowers, as if he were praying, to one knee —but he grabs a mic placed on the ground, only to rise with it, delivering a message.
"And so, the body count continues. [turns slightly towards his right, while staring with his cold, deadly eyes into the camera lens]. Is the COLD reality real for you yet? You see, it was not as if I did not warn you all of my intent.... OF MY PURPOSE. I blame ALL OF YOU for what happened to poor, poor Ricky. From his father's intervention comes a grave and deathly PRICE. And now, the SHOOT project throws Corey Lazarus and Chance Kelser to this demon.... soon, you will experience YOUR DARKEST HOUR....."
The onlooking fans were stunned by The Darkspade's words at first, but suddenly, a sizable amount of fans raised their hands up into the 'spade formation' and actually cheered for this diabolical man.... many screamed "DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR...."
Even as it seemed Darkspade had produced an interest amongst a questionable fan base —as sick and twisted as that sounds —the Unholy One stood stoic and silent —just staring down at the sea of fans chanting... The Unholy One gripped the mic again-- but then the fans were shocked, and a bit wondering how, the cold mist rose from the ground and then swallowed up the ring such that no one could see the mat-- the fans, their faces a mix of fear and curiosity, slowly emerged from the waves of mist were cauldrons situated at five-points.... the camera view then shifted to a bird's eye perspective... faintly seen deep withing the wave was a burning pentagram- with Darkspade standing in the center- the cauldrons at each critical point..... what type of sick ritual was this? Then the camera zoomed in on Darkspade's evil dark steel gauntlet, and it rose slowly with his hand as he raised it to meet the face of the Unholy One —his eyes aglow with the white of wayward souls...
"To my next opponents- I can sense you are not afraid of the dark, as most others are. Very good. However, my Unholy Ministry allows me, as their Unholy Cardinal, to seek souls... and I shall deliver upon to them a feast. Dance with me, gents, dance with me and see who lives and who dies. It will be the UNMERCIFUL...eternal Unholy Darkness which shall shower you blind!!! And in the end, ohhhhhhhh in the end, sirs, your soul.... your very existence.... will be another trophy on my shelf of despair and broken dreams here at the SHOOT Mmmmwwhhaaaa.... Project. Before I remove my presence here- oh, poor young fool... Ricky. Do watch carefullly this match- my devouring extends to anyone and everyone you hold dear- just remember, bro,
YOUR NIGHTMARE HAS JUST BEGUN!!!!!"
Darkspade snarls at the camera —and then bows down to one knee in the center of the pentagram and slowly descends into the cold, dead mist, allowing it to spread such that the entire arena falls back into pitch black.
His, dark eyes a flame with crimson hate.
Lord Mortismere.
The scene materializes to that of a house show.... the commentators by ring side were discussing the next match, when suddenly, an abruptly, the Lights CUT OFF!!!!Commentator #1: Woah... who turned the lights off?!
Commentator #2: Why does this always seem to happen when we enter this city?-- SHOOT Project needs to rent better venues....
On the Tron, then flickered those bizarre series of scenes at the last Zenith:
Then, the commentators are shivering from the instant cold that overtook the arena... only a faint light blue hue was seen in the distance, cutting through the infinite, unforgivable darkness that has suddenly strangled the entire atmosphere... Then, with a clash of lightning following the harsh sounds of thunder, the entrance way became showered by more of the light blue darkness.... The Cold Dead Aura has arrived.... and so did HE.
The entire arena full of shocked SHOOT fans stood on their feet- almost climbing on top of each other to gain a glimpse of this dangerous, bizarre man...
The Unholy One, DARKSPADE, slowly made his methodical death march down the aisle —not removing his gaze from the empty ring. He stopped allowing the crash of lightning and thunder to roar in the background before he sharply turned towards his left.... The Darkspade walks up the steps slowly, turns, and then THRUSTS his hands upward to form the 'Spade' formation.... The camera angle shifted to another view —one that overlooks The Unholy One's cryptic arrival into the ring... The Darkspade has no emotion —just purpose. He flips his long, gothic cape around himself and then lowers, as if he were praying, to one knee —but he grabs a mic placed on the ground, only to rise with it, delivering a message.
"And so, the body count continues. [turns slightly towards his right, while staring with his cold, deadly eyes into the camera lens]. Is the COLD reality real for you yet? You see, it was not as if I did not warn you all of my intent.... OF MY PURPOSE. I blame ALL OF YOU for what happened to poor, poor Ricky. From his father's intervention comes a grave and deathly PRICE. And now, the SHOOT project throws Corey Lazarus and Chance Kelser to this demon.... soon, you will experience YOUR DARKEST HOUR....."
The onlooking fans were stunned by The Darkspade's words at first, but suddenly, a sizable amount of fans raised their hands up into the 'spade formation' and actually cheered for this diabolical man.... many screamed "DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR.... DARKEST HOUR...."
Even as it seemed Darkspade had produced an interest amongst a questionable fan base —as sick and twisted as that sounds —the Unholy One stood stoic and silent —just staring down at the sea of fans chanting... The Unholy One gripped the mic again-- but then the fans were shocked, and a bit wondering how, the cold mist rose from the ground and then swallowed up the ring such that no one could see the mat-- the fans, their faces a mix of fear and curiosity, slowly emerged from the waves of mist were cauldrons situated at five-points.... the camera view then shifted to a bird's eye perspective... faintly seen deep withing the wave was a burning pentagram- with Darkspade standing in the center- the cauldrons at each critical point..... what type of sick ritual was this? Then the camera zoomed in on Darkspade's evil dark steel gauntlet, and it rose slowly with his hand as he raised it to meet the face of the Unholy One —his eyes aglow with the white of wayward souls...
"To my next opponents- I can sense you are not afraid of the dark, as most others are. Very good. However, my Unholy Ministry allows me, as their Unholy Cardinal, to seek souls... and I shall deliver upon to them a feast. Dance with me, gents, dance with me and see who lives and who dies. It will be the UNMERCIFUL...eternal Unholy Darkness which shall shower you blind!!! And in the end, ohhhhhhhh in the end, sirs, your soul.... your very existence.... will be another trophy on my shelf of despair and broken dreams here at the SHOOT Mmmmwwhhaaaa.... Project. Before I remove my presence here- oh, poor young fool... Ricky. Do watch carefullly this match- my devouring extends to anyone and everyone you hold dear- just remember, bro,
YOUR NIGHTMARE HAS JUST BEGUN!!!!!"
Darkspade snarls at the camera —and then bows down to one knee in the center of the pentagram and slowly descends into the cold, dead mist, allowing it to spread such that the entire arena falls back into pitch black.