The lights faded even darker from the end of Kade's entrance. A lone lectric guitar begun playing over the P.A. filling the darkness. The cords humming out sounded familiar to some. Then it was made clear as Ripped by MadDog Strangla broke into full swing. This had to be a studio recording not a bootleg. The quitar soon aided with light drums, and another familiar but indiscernible instrument. As the lyrics begun normal white spot lights whirled through out the arena. When their paths crossed over the ring area a curtain of red could be seen. The blood fell from the rafters high above, hitting the floor just inside the ring barrier. The fans who chose to keep their hands back would stay dry. Those who could resist the temptation would find the droplets with in reach. While it looked and felt real enough on their skin they couldn't imagine it as real blood. And they would obviously be correct.
The song hit the first repeat of the chorus and green lasers broke out from all directions. Chaotic. Wild and haphazardly they spanned the inside of the arena. Slowly drawing tighter in their flight path. They became a group of three blurring balls of green shortly enough. One massive orb hovering over the ring. The other two on either side, at the top of the entrance ramp. The second chorus repeat hit. By its end the beams cutting into the air completed their patterns. Their sequencing perfect and flying at blazing speeds. The green, laser cut, 3D skulls hovering menacingly now. The one over the ring looking around the arena and back to the competitors below. The two over the stage looking side to side in the arena.
The massive shadow broke forth from the curtains. A low level fog rolling out with the man that could only stand as MadDog Strangla. It clipped at his heels crossing the stage to the start of the ramp. Little could be made out of the man. His leather trench coat trailed behind, the lack of sleeves obvious even in the dark. At that oh so familiar point of the ramp he dove forward tucking and rolling. Ending the move on one knee he slowly rose. Red eyes burning and piercing out through the darkness. Thier glow cut deep into the shadows already in the ring. As both his feet refound the floor he continued forward. Eyes unrelentless in their tormenting stare into the ring.
As this was going on the skulls were making moves of their own. They held their original spots over the ring and stage. Their change was a morph. They had slowly grown elongated fangs. The teeth else where drew sharper aswell. They top of the head swooping up and pulling a little sharper point then the human skull before. As Strangla came to a stop infront of the apron thier change was complete. No more were the human skulls, but menacing demon skulls. Eyes drawn out in narrower slits, sharp point on either side. Strangla looked up into the ring with his eyes of hell. Then BAM. He lept up landing on the ring apron with the flat spring board. His feet planting firmly on the outside canvas, the shock went on. With his landing the skull over the ring suddenly jerked to look back down into the ring.The mouth drew wide all in a single instance "devoured" the three shadows in the ring.
It faded away as MDS removed his coat and tossed it over to a technician. If anyone of the three flinched it was hard to make out. It was quick and sudden enough for some of the audience to jerk back some. Strangla stepped over the top rope in time with "Gonng come back/ and haunt this holly place Gonng leave you lying with nothing but disgrace". The lights lit back up. The blood rain slowing along with thier raise to house level. Those wondering and now looking noticed the drain way around the ring. Set up perfectly beneath where the blood fell. Little remained on the canvas mat around the ring. Strangla eyed all three competitors stepping out to the middle of the ring. He turned from each then back to look up at the entrance with them.
He stood tall surrounded by them awaiting the next arrival. Head held high in the middle of thier ring. Stupid, disrespectful, insulting. Strangla knew taking up the center of the ring and not heeding the other competitors any attention would garner many thoughts like these. They were true, he ment whatever disrespect they found in it. He knew it was a risk to be the first and instant target. He gave no shit. He still had loads to prove to so many here. He had shown he had no quit. This was only a small grimace in showing he had no fear of these people. When the bell tolled he knew who he stood against just the same, but he would not show it. Not now, not yet. Not while so many still looked down and despised him. Respect earned is respect given.