Howard Finkel
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Casket Match for the CWF World Championship! The rules are simple: in order to win the match, you must stuff your opponent into the casket...and close the lid. And, if DarkSpade does not win the match, then he will retire from competition in the CWF!
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CWF World Championship: Specter vs. DarkSpade
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CWF World Championship: Specter vs. DarkSpade
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::Final Hour::
DARKSPADE
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[color=sky blue]What appeared on the C-tron was a history of the one man- like or dislike- who all fear..... The Spade of Darkness. Ghost shots of the The Heels of Mortis and the Heels of Massacre paraded in the background of the UM symbol!!! Then shots of DarkSpade and Dalkiel enduring Annhilation.... destroying all who opposed him, and up to Spade and Nyeka.[/color]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, from the Eternal Realm of Darkness, Weighing 234lbs.... The DARKSPADE!!
**Spade appeared at the top of the ring.... fire ignited at the top of the ramp. He was alone.... and ready. He walked down the aisle.... entered the ring and held his hands up. Lightening striked the four corners of the ring posts..... with his expression unchanged, he glared at the casket and laughed.
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[color=sky blue]What appeared on the C-tron was a history of the one man- like or dislike- who all fear..... The Spade of Darkness. Ghost shots of the The Heels of Mortis and the Heels of Massacre paraded in the background of the UM symbol!!! Then shots of DarkSpade and Dalkiel enduring Annhilation.... destroying all who opposed him, and up to Spade and Nyeka.[/color]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, from the Eternal Realm of Darkness, Weighing 234lbs.... The DARKSPADE!!
**Spade appeared at the top of the ring.... fire ignited at the top of the ramp. He was alone.... and ready. He walked down the aisle.... entered the ring and held his hands up. Lightening striked the four corners of the ring posts..... with his expression unchanged, he glared at the casket and laughed.
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...With a CRASH of thunder!!!...
Specter Woven of Shadows (CWF World Champion)
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The arena is plunged into darkness and silence, then the eerie strains of <font color=lime green>Raven Skies</font> by The Tea Party gradually fills the arena. A single, powerful spotlight flares on, bathing the head of the ramp in a deep ruby glow. Slowly shadows coalesce and weave together into an indistinct form, which gradually gains definition. The figure raises its head, the long dark hair falling back to reveal a heavily cloaked woman. Flames explode in a circle around her as she gazes down the length of the ramp to the ring. The cloak stirs gently as the flames die down; then suddenly snaps out, revealing itself to be large, black-feathered wings. She stands sheathed in black leather that smoothed itself over her body like a lovers touch. She bates her wings slowly, before taking off and soaring into the air towards the ring.
The lights come up as she hovers over the ring; her wings shimmer and fade away as she lightly drops to the mat. The fans are waving signs and screaming with excitement and security moves in to restrain the crowd. She mounts each turnbuckle in turn and she pauses to accept their adulation. She looks around the filled to capacity arena before she seizes a mic and raised it to her lips
The crowd slowly fell into a hush as she waits for them, and then she declares in her soft, husky voice, I am SPECTER, Woven of Shadows! I am the Shadow Walker, the Chooser of the Slain, the Rejected Angel! I came here tonight to appear in this battlefield, my dance floor. Come then! she demanded. It is time for the dance of life and death. Come! Let us see if you are man enough to dance with the Specter She moved to the far side of the ring, and stood defiantly as she tosses aside the mic...
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The arena is plunged into darkness and silence, then the eerie strains of <font color=lime green>Raven Skies</font> by The Tea Party gradually fills the arena. A single, powerful spotlight flares on, bathing the head of the ramp in a deep ruby glow. Slowly shadows coalesce and weave together into an indistinct form, which gradually gains definition. The figure raises its head, the long dark hair falling back to reveal a heavily cloaked woman. Flames explode in a circle around her as she gazes down the length of the ramp to the ring. The cloak stirs gently as the flames die down; then suddenly snaps out, revealing itself to be large, black-feathered wings. She stands sheathed in black leather that smoothed itself over her body like a lovers touch. She bates her wings slowly, before taking off and soaring into the air towards the ring.
The lights come up as she hovers over the ring; her wings shimmer and fade away as she lightly drops to the mat. The fans are waving signs and screaming with excitement and security moves in to restrain the crowd. She mounts each turnbuckle in turn and she pauses to accept their adulation. She looks around the filled to capacity arena before she seizes a mic and raised it to her lips
The crowd slowly fell into a hush as she waits for them, and then she declares in her soft, husky voice, I am SPECTER, Woven of Shadows! I am the Shadow Walker, the Chooser of the Slain, the Rejected Angel! I came here tonight to appear in this battlefield, my dance floor. Come then! she demanded. It is time for the dance of life and death. Come! Let us see if you are man enough to dance with the Specter She moved to the far side of the ring, and stood defiantly as she tosses aside the mic...
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