DYLANGEORGE
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02-24-2015, 07:08 PM
The arena blackens as an icy cold gust of wind can be heard swooping through the stands.
...a moment of silence... suddenly a cultish cackle of children giggling can be heard over the loud speakers, they begin quoting a seemingly ceremonious chant:
"1... 2....
Dylan's coming for you...
3... 4...
Hell's now waging it's war...
5... 6...
No need for a crucifix...
7... 8...
It's time to face your fate...
9... 10...
Time for the nightmare to begin..."
The loud speakers pop and crackle as the eerie sounds fade out following more laughter.
Suddenly the XTron illuminates the arena with a morbid message...
Suddenly...
Thunderkiss 65 cues over the loud speakers. A gallantly golden shower of pyro begins to form above the entranceway. In the mist cloud forming behind the XTron the monstrous outline of Dylan 'The Nightmare' George arises as he slowly appears beneath the pyro, looking down at the ground as the pyro showers him...
Suddenly 'The Nightmare' looks up from the ground and directly into the camera and roars:
"IT'S SLAUGHTERIN' TIME!!!!"
Golden pyros begin to explode along the stage and down the runway as 'The Nightmare', now illuminated with a white-hot spot light is the only thing that can be seen in the arena as he makes his slow descent to the ring. Slowly he climbs into the ring and is now standing dead-center with the spot light still lighting his freakish frame. He drops to his knees, extending his arms out and begins to roar while another golden shower of pyro falls onto the ring while the lighting slowly is restored to the arena. He sits there, still and stoic looking at the mat on his knees The Nightmare raises a microphone to his face that is covered by the old bloody potato sack...
"...My name is..."
The crowd seems anxious, as this intimidating beast continues on talking in an American blended yet fairly thick Welsh accent.
".......Dylan......"
"THE NIGHTMARE!!!! GEORGE!!!!!!!!!!!"
"And I am the living...breathing...manifestation of fear."
The Nightmare stands now on his feet in the center of the ring, taking in the crowd as the camera pans around him in a circular motion,
"...I am here to bury this perpetual plight-filled planet, once and for all... one somber soul at a time."
The Nightmare points to the XTron,
"Let us take in exhibit A for example, this poor jobber from behind those curtains, THAT NONE OF YOU EVEN CARE IF HE EXISTED! ...was full of fear, fear of failure, and had given up on his dare I say, God given gifts and opened his soul finally to me... not just The Nightmare, I am THEE Night MARE!!!!!"
"That once poor soul allowed me to help bury him... I sat on his chest, crushing his lungs, letting his fears become his reality. Forever now, for all eternity shall he climb through the sobering comfort of darkness, serving his Unholy Master."
"I beg of you, ANY OF YOU back there, come forth and face your fear... face the darkness.... your fate is the same as the jobber's up there, you've just got to stop resisting and let me take you there."
The lights dim in the stadium again, the only light again is the white spot light shining down on The Nightmare as he stands in the ring, starring at the entrance way.
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