A glorious return? (final version, i hope, updated just for thraxy)

[Fissure]

-The camera pans around the arena to stop at the commentary table, we can see Johnny Tikeand Andrew looking at the camera and getting ready to continue their commentary after the last match.-

Johnny Tike: Good evening once again ladies and gentleman, the excitement in AtPW never stops so we move on right away to...

-The lights go out all of a sudden and Johnnyis immediately silenced. The soptlight hits the entrance and mysterious fog fills the floor of the arena.-

Andrew Rushmore: What in God's name is going on here?!

Johnny Tike: Aaaawwww, maaaaaaan, that's it we're dome for, this smoke is going to fill the arena and we're going to suffocate! Is Dr. Thrax doing this?

Andrew Rushmore: Calm down you whiny baby, we won't... WOW!!!

-Andrew is startled by a sudden lightning strike at the titan tron base, which is accompanied by a loud crack, the audience is brimming with anticipation. After a few seconds of silence "Carmina Burana" starts blasting from the speakers, and a hooded figure in a white robe starts walking down the ramp. It is accompanied by two rows of also hooded figures in black robes, holding candles in front of them. The hooded men make their way to the ring very slowly as the audience and our commentary team can't make sense of this.-

Andrew Rushmore: What is going on here, is this scheduled, or...?

Johnny Tike: Aaaahhh, it's just some showoff trying to impress us and the fans, I knew we weren't going to die, ha ha...

Andrew Rushmore (looks at Johnnyand adds sarcastically): Sure you did, Blake, sure you did.

-The procession stops in the middle of the ring and the spotlight that was following them is out, now they're just barely visible in the candle light.-

Johnny Tike: Come ooooon, is this going anywhere?

-While Johnnytries to express his impatience, the hooded figures blow out the candles and complete darkness falls in the center of the arena once more. But only for a second - because as the excitement raises, the lights begin to flicker, and the words "Moderate Rock" echo throughout the arena, before Nirvana's Tourette's starts testing the endurance and strength of eardrums of everyone in the building. The crowd is screaming, and booing, because they recognize the hooded figure to be none other than the former two time European champ and the Filthy Imp of the AtPW. Johnnysounds disappointed.

Johnny Tike: And there we have it... Fissure, trying to recapture everyone's attention with this show.

Andrew Rushmore: Yes, but you must admit; this isn't what we're used to.

-When the flickering lights stop the hooded figure in the middle of the ring motions with one hand for something, and recieves a mic from one of his followers, after that, they leave the ring. With the other hand he motions for the music to stop and goes for the hood on his head. The tension raises and with a quick jerk he removes the hood and raises his head to reveal...-

Andrew Rushmore: What?! What is this, this isn't Fissure!

Johnny Tike: Ha ha ha ha! Oh my God, can that really be him!?

-The man standing in the ring certainly has Fissure's features, but by all means this is not the same man. This man, grinning in the ring, can blind you with his pearly whites, we can actually see the color of his pale skin as it is completely clean now, and the reflection from his bald head and completely hairless face is making the cameraman's job even more difficult. Only thing that remains recognizable are those grotesque pointy ears he, seemingly, no longer wishes to hide and his cat like contact lenses are gone, to be replaced with pure white ones. The audience and the commentary team look stunned and Fissure gets the mic closer to his mouth as he prepares to speak, again in his recognizable, strong east European accent.-

Fissure: What was once sinful, now is pure, what was once cancer ridden, now is cured, what was once FILTHY, now is clean... Allow me to explain in detail and enlighten you. You see, after that shameful display on Pain Overdose, after WBE took what was and still is rightfully mine, I was approached by the one you call your King, and this King of your ordered me to a place of healing - in order for me to heal my body as well as my soul. At first I resisted, however the threat of termination of my employment is what did the trick and so I was off. At this place I met a man, a man who showed me the error of my ways, helped me rid myself of all that was impure, so I can stay focused on my real goal. He showed my real path, and how to stay on it - and that is what I intend to do. i have to spread the word, the word of salvation and in order to do that I have to catch everyone's attention. Here in AtPW the only way to do that is to become the champion, the top champion, and the best champion you ever saw or had.

-Fissure's voice and face, calm and monotonous so far, become enraged, loud and rough. He point to the crowd first and then to the back rooms.-

Fissure: And neither you, all you maggots, feeding on every little scrap of attention and affection one of your false heroes shows you, nor all you brainless drones in the back marching at the beat of the applause these sheep here throw your way, none shall stand in the way of my righteous crusade - Fissure's Carnage tour is over, but his Crusade only begins.

-The crowd reacts in a series of boos to these words, but Fissure continues.-

Fissure: And it begins with an arrogant buffoon, a mockery to this business and this organization, the so called doctor - Thrax. You speak with such confidence, such ease and yet you have nothing to back it up. You talk big and we will see how you fare when faced against a real challenge - I have cleansed my body and soul and I will offer you the same; cleansing through pain. And in the process, I will take your Championship belt and reign in your place as the GREATEST AtPW Champion this federation has ever seen!

-Covered in a mist of boos and jeers, Fissure shakes his fists in front of him, and stomps the mat, then spreads his arms and looks up, while at the same time his music plays from the speakers.-

[Dr. Thrax]

--Fissures music comes to a quick end in a crackle of static and a smoke rises up from underneath the ring as the smoke begins to rise up to the level of the ring a thick sand joins the mixture along with flakes of gold--
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Johnny Tike: It really is Thrax!
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--The Game by Disturbed begins to play and a barrage of Pyros launch setting the scene for Dr. Thrax to enter the arena. A figure walks out wearing nothing but a pair of camo combat trousers and an AtPW title on his shoulder--
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Andrew Rushmore: But we never see Thrax in the arena except during matches, he usually stays in that filthy room of his.
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Johnny Tike: Maybe Fissure upset him?
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--Dr. Thrax replicates Fissure's shaking and stomping and the smoke and music stop--
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Dr. Thrax: Earlier I said that you lacked focus. But now you have found religion you have a focus, but not one as strong as mine, If you choose a god choose Allah. But each man to his own I suppose.
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--Dr. Thrax smiles and throws his AtPW title to the floor he then points at the title--
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Dr. Thrax: your obviously not fully converted, I mean you want to be a champion. does your religion not teach you not to worship false idols? as far as i'm concerned you worship that title. I on the other hand would happily give it to you. But I won't because that wont help you, and I have to help thy neighbour, no?
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--Dr. Thrax picks up his title and returns backstage while smirking--
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Andrew Rushmore: We have a holy war taking place in Nightmare!
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[Dr. Thrax]

eat that fizzy

[Fissure]

well... that put me in my place...
i'm not sure if i this is enough from us for the first show, i'll leave my reply for the next...

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