Post by Khaled Al-Rahman on Aug 5, 2021 14:03:39 GMT -5
The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing water. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a pyramid, its face shrouded by a Jade mask. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. A victim is laid on an altar at the top of the pyramid.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. The eye blinks once, twice. Suddenly the lights go out. The screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.
The stone of the pyramid, black with the blood of thousands of victims. The Priest stood, arms raised to the skies. His shining knife struck deep into the victim who was wearing a mask. The priest holds the beating heart of the victim in his hand, blood spurting from the severed aorta. The organ emptied itself on the altar.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the darkness.
Lightning reached from the heavens and struck the base if the pyramid, then walked its way up to the altar on which the victim laid; his chest open to the skies. It struck again, enveloping the top of the pyramid and all upon it in a crackling green inferno, the main bolt centring on the victim’s body, the electrics shocks sending his flesh into uncontrolled fits of jerking. The priest stood frozen.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock.
A burning phosphorescence envelopes the sacrificial stone. The priest jade mask glows and seems to throw out rays of emerald light. He holds the still-beating heart in his hand. It is throbbing and moving as if trying to get away, twisting in his grip, slippery and bloody. The knife drops from the priest’s grasp.
The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Blue strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way.
The victim on the screen, his body enveloped in the green fire of the sea, stood and took his own beating heart out of the priest’s hand and held it above his head as pyros explode in the arena.
Spotlights cut through the murky darkness of the room while generic dance music blares around it. The sound of the crowd, barely visible in the darkness, is a rumble in the darkness, not unlike the sound of an enraged animal.
They are cheering on LSA’s first show.
Quick cuts of various wrestlers from around the world flash onto the big screen. It’s a spectacle, and we see bits and snippets of it all, the finishers, the blows, the bloodshed, the brutality. The picture bleeds red until we see LSA logo.
VOICE: Dreams have to begin somewhere so why not tonight?
Two wrestlers face off in the ring. The first one is slamming the other in the head over and over, with the second blow, blood starts to spray, but the first fighter doesn't stop hitting, crazed look is in his eye, as the referee jumps in to stop him.
VOICE: The squared circle holds that beginning for those that enter it.
Shots of other wrestlers flash on the screen until it stop on another, going through a beautiful Tai Chi form. It is very peaceful and graceful. The form ends with a palm strike towards the screen, blacking it out. The ring lights up in a huge blood-red light.
The camera pans to the ringside where we see Miguel Andreas dressed in a smart suit and mask. Next to him is his broadcast partner Joseph Travis dressed in a colourful t-shirt with the LSA emblem on it and jeans.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first ever show on the XHF Network of LSA. Glad to see you have joined us, and hope you'll enjoy yourselves here.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: Most definitely. You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself here at the Pit in sunny Mexico. We’re here now in the Pit which is better than those strip clubs we used to have shows.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: What? No……I was just sampling the wares of the establishment. I was window shopping Miguel but alas no more.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: If that’s what you call it Joseph.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: I am Joseph Travis; I am a legend in this industry I don’t need to pay for that sort of thing.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: Anyway, let’s get started. It’s going to be a great show.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: Yeah, it's going to be a hellava show Miguel, and we're to show you what the wrestlers of LSA have got.
On the screen is a close up of an eye. The eye blinks once, twice. Suddenly the lights go out. The screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it. Chanting begins from what seems nowhere.
The stone of the pyramid, black with the blood of thousands of victims. The Priest stood, arms raised to the skies. His shining knife struck deep into the victim who was wearing a mask. The priest holds the beating heart of the victim in his hand, blood spurting from the severed aorta. The organ emptied itself on the altar.
The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the darkness.
Lightning reached from the heavens and struck the base if the pyramid, then walked its way up to the altar on which the victim laid; his chest open to the skies. It struck again, enveloping the top of the pyramid and all upon it in a crackling green inferno, the main bolt centring on the victim’s body, the electrics shocks sending his flesh into uncontrolled fits of jerking. The priest stood frozen.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock.
A burning phosphorescence envelopes the sacrificial stone. The priest jade mask glows and seems to throw out rays of emerald light. He holds the still-beating heart in his hand. It is throbbing and moving as if trying to get away, twisting in his grip, slippery and bloody. The knife drops from the priest’s grasp.
The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Blue strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way.
The victim on the screen, his body enveloped in the green fire of the sea, stood and took his own beating heart out of the priest’s hand and held it above his head as pyros explode in the arena.
Spotlights cut through the murky darkness of the room while generic dance music blares around it. The sound of the crowd, barely visible in the darkness, is a rumble in the darkness, not unlike the sound of an enraged animal.
They are cheering on LSA’s first show.
Quick cuts of various wrestlers from around the world flash onto the big screen. It’s a spectacle, and we see bits and snippets of it all, the finishers, the blows, the bloodshed, the brutality. The picture bleeds red until we see LSA logo.
VOICE: Dreams have to begin somewhere so why not tonight?
Two wrestlers face off in the ring. The first one is slamming the other in the head over and over, with the second blow, blood starts to spray, but the first fighter doesn't stop hitting, crazed look is in his eye, as the referee jumps in to stop him.
VOICE: The squared circle holds that beginning for those that enter it.
Shots of other wrestlers flash on the screen until it stop on another, going through a beautiful Tai Chi form. It is very peaceful and graceful. The form ends with a palm strike towards the screen, blacking it out. The ring lights up in a huge blood-red light.
The camera pans to the ringside where we see Miguel Andreas dressed in a smart suit and mask. Next to him is his broadcast partner Joseph Travis dressed in a colourful t-shirt with the LSA emblem on it and jeans.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first ever show on the XHF Network of LSA. Glad to see you have joined us, and hope you'll enjoy yourselves here.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: Most definitely. You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself here at the Pit in sunny Mexico. We’re here now in the Pit which is better than those strip clubs we used to have shows.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: What? No……I was just sampling the wares of the establishment. I was window shopping Miguel but alas no more.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: If that’s what you call it Joseph.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: I am Joseph Travis; I am a legend in this industry I don’t need to pay for that sort of thing.
MIGUEL ANDREAS: Anyway, let’s get started. It’s going to be a great show.
JOSEPH TRAVIS: Yeah, it's going to be a hellava show Miguel, and we're to show you what the wrestlers of LSA have got.