There was a sudden silence as Megadeth's "On this day we Fight" rolled onto the PA system. Gabriel Sands walked to the center of the arena rampway making signs of the cross. He didn't look at Gideon in the ring his void like eyes focused straight ahead. The crowd reached to touch him as he moved. If Gideon brought the spectacle Gabriel brought the severity of the situation his face stern and cold toward all things.
Standing at seven feet tall the Zealot wore a red tunic draped over his chiseled frame. The once long red locks of hair that served as his mane had been shaven clean to reveal the beginnings of a demons claw scar, a wound which rolled through his rippled physique. His massive taped blood stained hands held a wooden rosary, as well as a bible. However Gabriel no longer read from the book to the masses, he would rather show God's might than speak of it. Around his neck bore a humble blessed wooden cross, hung with a simple twine string.
Sands made no attempt to address the crowd as he stepped into the ring towering over Gideon. It was clear he was waiting for others to arrive. Gideon caught him mentioning a word to him.
" Hell's gate. It begins for these foul devils tonight. I will not give them time to speak any blackness, nor will I tolerate any from you."
