"I should show you a video, think you will love it. I was in a squash match with an old friend."
He powers up his ps4 and switches the wrestling off and logs onto youtube. He goes to his channel and finds the newest match. He clicks to start it.
"This video is pretty short, only like 6 or 7 minutes from entrance to finish of the match."
On the video it starts with Tyler's logo as a pro wrestler and his channels namesake 'Deadly arts Video's and graphics' followed by a shot of the basketball court they are booked in. Lights dim down and silence fills the arena.
"Relapse, prevent, trigger, intent, now drown/Highstrung say x amount of words/you're solar bipolar panic disorder seems harder and harder and harder still you try to control it/you mold you mold yeah you shape to mold oh you're bold you're bold but your shape is bold/You're a symptom superficial to what they call knowing you, minus the speed, could you imagine the phobia?"
The beat picks up and lights focus on the entrance ramp, the crowd going wild at the entrance. Poetic Death comes walking out wearing a floor length black leather trench coat that is sporting a hood. His head hangs low as he walks to the center of the stage. He turns around and on the back of his coat it reads FTR down the left side.
“Making his way to the ring. From Beaverton, Michigan, weighing in at 325 pounds. “The Enigmatic One” POETIC DEATH!”
The crowd cheering loudly as he stands there for a moment before turning around and tossing the hood back and walking towards the ring with a purpose. He plays to the crowd getting them cheering louder. He steps up to the ring and works the button on his coat and drops the coat to the floor. He rolls into the center of the ring, staying there for a few seconds before performing a kip up, getting an even louder pop. He stands in the center of the ring and looks around the arena. He walks to the corner and stands there.
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock/Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out/It's high voltage you cant shake the shock/Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out/It's high voltage this is the unforgettable sound/It's high voltage bringing you up and taking you down/It's high voltage coming at you from every side/High voltage making the rhythm and rhyme collide.
High voltage by Linkin Park plays and the video screen lights up with flashes of electricity. The figure of a man appears on it, made out of electricity. He walks forward eventually the man enters the arena. He wears bright yellow and blue spandex. The lights in the arena dim down and his spandex crackles to life, appearing to be covered with electricity.
“Making his way to the ring, from Sparks, Nevada. “High Voltage” Raymond Sparks.”
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boo's. Walking down to the ring he slides into the ring and takes a cheap shot at Death from behind. The ref rings the bell as he goes to work on Death. He goes to whip Death who takes a stand and grabs the rope to keep from being whipped. With one hand he pulls Sparks back towards him and tosses him out of the ring with one hand. Landing on the floor outside the ring, Death walks to the corner and climbs up. He turns backwards watching Sparks standing. As soon as he is mostly vertical he does a moonsault onto him, landing on his feet. The crowd goes nuts at the quickness to go high flying. Death drags his opponent to his feet and throws him back in the ring. He slides back in and gets in position in the corner. Sparks stands up and turns around, Death rushes out and destroys him with an explosive clothesline from hell. Picking him up he puts the exclamation point on the match by putting him up on his shoulders then tosses him for a fireman's carry but switches mid move and drives him down with a jackhammer. Covering him the crowd counts with the ref.
“1...2...3!”
The bell rings and X amount of words begins playing again.
“Here is your winner. “The Enigmatic One” Poetic Death.”
The ref raises his hand in victory. Death slides out of the ring and walks into the back as the crowd cheers for him. A few minutes later Raymond makes his way back, holding his back and walking hunched over as well as with a limp.
