You mean TDR isn't one of the blue skins? Speaking of GO TDR GO

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Silently. Inwardly, to himself Strangla chuckled. He paid Mr. McKain little attention. Just enough to notice the GM squinting. It was funny. Strangla turning his head toward the control center of the cage. This baby wasn't even at full power yet. Only every third bank of fluorescents were on. The lights under the glass were still off. K Mck already squinting. At least he was staying on the floor well out of the way. Strangla wondering if he'd gotten a special pair of glasses. The ones provided so the fans could watch the match. Like the special camera lenses they didn't eliminate the burning glare, but made it plenty tollerable. Like a welding helmet compared to the blue arc. With Kevin out here. Hopefully The Dark Requiem wouldn't be far behind.

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"Set this bitch on fire!"

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Strangla yelled to the two technicians behind the control board. They slid dials up. The fluorescents already burning growing ten times brighter. Switches thrown the rest of the glass tubes making up the interior wall sparked to life. Their slid knobs raised level with the others. The cage becoming a lone glowing sun in the arena. Fan's quickly pulling out their sun glasses. Conveniently each pair sported 'The hand of Strangla' down the arms. One side his saying, the other the skeletal hand representing such a thought. The ring laying dormant came to life. Strangla cracked his head to the one side. Enjoying the maniacal hum of his baby. Allowing his eyes time to adjust waiting on The Dark Requiem to show up. The same medical abrasion giving him the glowing red eyes. Gave him a remarkable tolerance to this much light. In the night they'd work the opposite. His hardest time to see was dusk and dawn. When his eyes just didn't know what to do.

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The glass floor buzzing as the arena lights flickered. The last switch. A bank of four breakers tied together thrown. If one had the chance, or could bother to count. There were five hundred flood light units under the textured glass. The six hundred watt bulb on each one barraging the ring floor. Three hundred thousand watts. 300,000, waiting the man put through the ring floor. Almost twenty nine hundred volts of electricity looking to fry one or two lost souls. The highest electric chair only boasts two thousand volts. The ring floor had become nothing more then a glow. Only the shadow of the girders supporting the glass could be seen by a lucky few. Three running from ring side to ring side. The last the other way across the middle. This was MadDog Strangla's baby, and it would be the end of the world as we know it.

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Waiting for The Dark Requiem to finally show. MadDog releashed in the heat rising from the ring. If TDR didn't hurry. Every grace of skin to canvas, would have quit the burning affect. One last thought flowed through Strangla's head. A few lines in a song he'd heard some time ago.

 

'My eyes are open, but I don't remember much

I try to focus but the light is bright as fuck

I go to sit up but Im strapped and stuck
Stuck panic cant say nothin
Like my jaw is wired shut
How the fuck did get to where I am is still a mystery
My memories not assistin me
As I lay here in misery'



Posted on Jun 27, 2009, 12:01 AM

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