Post by KIRA on Feb 7, 2010 13:40:17 GMT -5
Chris felt his gut tightened as he made his way backstage. He had gotten the call late in the day. No details were given. He was told to bring his gear. Chris hope it would be for a quick promo or some stills for the website. A few photographs and maybe an interview for the e-zine. Anything but the idea of actually going out tonight.
It was a pay-per-view and the backstage was more frantic than the typical TV taping. Road agents went over spots with the boys. Wardrobe was scrambling to finish fittings and clothe everyone. Make-up was trying to make everyone camera ready, spraying down the shirtless guys so they glisten on screen. Camera crews filmed packages backstage. Production assistance yelled into walky talkies. Everyone shuffled around with their heads down, looking as busy as they possibly could. No one talked to him as he walked to the dressing room.
He found Amy standing outside of the lockers.
"Thank God you're here" she said " Get you're gear on. You're third up. "
" I thought I was suppose to debut on Monday. "
" A few people no-showed. We're understaffed. "
Chris sighed.
" Alright, who am I working with? "
" Bear "
Chris knotted his brow.
" You'll know him when you see him. " Amy said. " He's a really good worker."
Chris couldn't help but frown.
" Alright " He said, resigning to take his fate. " What do you want?"
She told him.
The crowd was hot. Fans whooped and hollered like rowdy college kids. Chris looked out from backstage and realize that they were in fact rowdy college kids. He was told to do a promo once he got out there. He wondered if he should mention this, then decided against it. There are more clever ways to get heat. Backstage counted him down. His music hit with a fervor. The crowd goes wild. The lights go up and they direct him thorough the curtain. The roar of the crowd is deafening, filling the arena. He walks out to a big pop and stalks out to the ring like an escaped mental patience. He is hunched over, his arms hanging limp from his shoulders. He snarls and scowls at the fans, who boo him in return. He rolls into the ring and rushes the announcer, snatching his mike. Standing in the center he addresses the crowd.
" Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in at this petty pace. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon this stage. But he doesn't have to. You don't need to be a slave to your circumstances. You can free yourselves from the shackles of fate and providence. You can be part of a new, better world where your destiny is in your hands. A world of only righteousness and strength. A world for the true believers in KIRA. I will be the God of this new world, and I ask you now to stand with me as I usher in a golden reign in PWR. A better day. A better world...thorough violence. "
KIRA drops the mike and sits in the corners, knees raised like a roosting bird. His eyes flutter like hummingbirds. He nervously drums his fingers on the top of his thighs. He looks at the entrance, waiting for his opponent to emerge.
It was a pay-per-view and the backstage was more frantic than the typical TV taping. Road agents went over spots with the boys. Wardrobe was scrambling to finish fittings and clothe everyone. Make-up was trying to make everyone camera ready, spraying down the shirtless guys so they glisten on screen. Camera crews filmed packages backstage. Production assistance yelled into walky talkies. Everyone shuffled around with their heads down, looking as busy as they possibly could. No one talked to him as he walked to the dressing room.
He found Amy standing outside of the lockers.
"Thank God you're here" she said " Get you're gear on. You're third up. "
" I thought I was suppose to debut on Monday. "
" A few people no-showed. We're understaffed. "
Chris sighed.
" Alright, who am I working with? "
" Bear "
Chris knotted his brow.
" You'll know him when you see him. " Amy said. " He's a really good worker."
Chris couldn't help but frown.
" Alright " He said, resigning to take his fate. " What do you want?"
She told him.
*****
The crowd was hot. Fans whooped and hollered like rowdy college kids. Chris looked out from backstage and realize that they were in fact rowdy college kids. He was told to do a promo once he got out there. He wondered if he should mention this, then decided against it. There are more clever ways to get heat. Backstage counted him down. His music hit with a fervor. The crowd goes wild. The lights go up and they direct him thorough the curtain. The roar of the crowd is deafening, filling the arena. He walks out to a big pop and stalks out to the ring like an escaped mental patience. He is hunched over, his arms hanging limp from his shoulders. He snarls and scowls at the fans, who boo him in return. He rolls into the ring and rushes the announcer, snatching his mike. Standing in the center he addresses the crowd.
" Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in at this petty pace. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon this stage. But he doesn't have to. You don't need to be a slave to your circumstances. You can free yourselves from the shackles of fate and providence. You can be part of a new, better world where your destiny is in your hands. A world of only righteousness and strength. A world for the true believers in KIRA. I will be the God of this new world, and I ask you now to stand with me as I usher in a golden reign in PWR. A better day. A better world...thorough violence. "
KIRA drops the mike and sits in the corners, knees raised like a roosting bird. His eyes flutter like hummingbirds. He nervously drums his fingers on the top of his thighs. He looks at the entrance, waiting for his opponent to emerge.