Post by glitch on Dec 26, 2021 15:52:18 GMT -8
The camera cuts to the outside of The Collision Center, the parking lot is barren, save for an old truck. From that truck, emerges Cherry Addams, her expression is that of confusion, as she scans the parking lot, finding it dead.
Cherry: Geez, talk about a dead crowd. Whatever, I'm early.
With that, she grabs a gum bag out of the back of the pickup, and slings it over her shoulder. She whistles ominously, but quickly stops. She sees the sign above the arena, and does a slight head tilt.
Cherry: Vlad Blackheart Coliseum? What the...wait, was there a memo about this? I should seriously start reading those.
She shrugs, and makes her way inside. A few moments pass, and she's not seen a person one, she thinks nothing of it, ans makes a beeline for the dressing room. Shoving the door open, and stepping in, she makes her presence known.
Cherry: Let's get some, y'all! ...y'all? What the...fuck.
An eyebrow raises, as she looks from locker to locker. This, to say the least, struck her as peculiar. Not taking the hint, she shrugs it off, and changes into her gear, before leaving and making her way to the entrance tunnel.
Cherry: Doesn't look like I'm getting music, or pyro, or...anything like that. Fuck it, who needs it, entrances are overrated as is.
Cherry busts through the curtain, full of energy, and ready to see the crowd again. There was just one tiny problem with that, they weren't there. In fact, as predicted nobody was there.
Cherry: Are we doing lockdown again? For Santa's sake, they even sent the announce team home? Fuck, me, running. At least I got you...random camera dude.
Seeing no need to rush, Cherry casually struts down the ramp, playing to the invisible audience, and just generally enjoying herself. Once she reaches the ring she grabs a mic from under the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. She pulls the mic to her lips, and starts to talk, but nothing.
Cherry: Sound guy too? Screw it. OPEN CHALLENGE, LET'S GO! Was that loud enough? Surely, that was loud enough yet.
Cherry sighs, and starts to leave, when she spots a janitor out of the corner of her eye, she slides out of the ring, and rushes towards him.
Cherry: Yo, Frank. The fuck man, where is everyone.
Frank: You didn't get the memo? NFW is closed for the holidays.
Cherry: I REALLY need to start reading those damn things. Say, can I borrow your phone?
Frank: Sure, kid. You got it.
Cherry: And don't worry, we'll clean up our own mess, you work hard enough as is.
Frank looks confused, but before he can say anything, Cherry dials a number, and begins to pace, stopping suddenly when she gets an answer.
Cherry: Hey, so I'm at the arena and...well yeah I know that NOW. Look, here me out, why waste this opportunity? Get on down here, and let's break this newly minted arena in proper. Great, knew you'd love it. Bring your gear, let's get nuts!
Cherry smirks, and hands Frank the janitor his phone back, the scene fades to black, as she slides back into the ring, and waits.
EoT
(Note that this actually takes place Saturday, I was just bored now.)
Cherry: Geez, talk about a dead crowd. Whatever, I'm early.
With that, she grabs a gum bag out of the back of the pickup, and slings it over her shoulder. She whistles ominously, but quickly stops. She sees the sign above the arena, and does a slight head tilt.
Cherry: Vlad Blackheart Coliseum? What the...wait, was there a memo about this? I should seriously start reading those.
She shrugs, and makes her way inside. A few moments pass, and she's not seen a person one, she thinks nothing of it, ans makes a beeline for the dressing room. Shoving the door open, and stepping in, she makes her presence known.
Cherry: Let's get some, y'all! ...y'all? What the...fuck.
An eyebrow raises, as she looks from locker to locker. This, to say the least, struck her as peculiar. Not taking the hint, she shrugs it off, and changes into her gear, before leaving and making her way to the entrance tunnel.
Cherry: Doesn't look like I'm getting music, or pyro, or...anything like that. Fuck it, who needs it, entrances are overrated as is.
Cherry busts through the curtain, full of energy, and ready to see the crowd again. There was just one tiny problem with that, they weren't there. In fact, as predicted nobody was there.
Cherry: Are we doing lockdown again? For Santa's sake, they even sent the announce team home? Fuck, me, running. At least I got you...random camera dude.
Seeing no need to rush, Cherry casually struts down the ramp, playing to the invisible audience, and just generally enjoying herself. Once she reaches the ring she grabs a mic from under the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. She pulls the mic to her lips, and starts to talk, but nothing.
Cherry: Sound guy too? Screw it. OPEN CHALLENGE, LET'S GO! Was that loud enough? Surely, that was loud enough yet.
Cherry sighs, and starts to leave, when she spots a janitor out of the corner of her eye, she slides out of the ring, and rushes towards him.
Cherry: Yo, Frank. The fuck man, where is everyone.
Frank: You didn't get the memo? NFW is closed for the holidays.
Cherry: I REALLY need to start reading those damn things. Say, can I borrow your phone?
Frank: Sure, kid. You got it.
Cherry: And don't worry, we'll clean up our own mess, you work hard enough as is.
Frank looks confused, but before he can say anything, Cherry dials a number, and begins to pace, stopping suddenly when she gets an answer.
Cherry: Hey, so I'm at the arena and...well yeah I know that NOW. Look, here me out, why waste this opportunity? Get on down here, and let's break this newly minted arena in proper. Great, knew you'd love it. Bring your gear, let's get nuts!
Cherry smirks, and hands Frank the janitor his phone back, the scene fades to black, as she slides back into the ring, and waits.
EoT
(Note that this actually takes place Saturday, I was just bored now.)
