LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOOD EVENING!

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WHO: Soiree Meira, Frank Flam, and the audience
WHAT: Match of the century
WHERE: Reggio Colliseum (not a roman one you silly)
WHEN: SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY

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Pre-Match (entrances, referee speech)

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[feeling_super]

Fortunately for the world, Franky owned a pair of boxing shorts. All the same, seeing the posters up made him grin. Hell yeah, he was Franky the Cyborg and he was going to kick ass.

It was a welcome confidence boost compared to the weight on his mind the previous night. Yeah, he talked big, but he fought hard. If he didn't fight enough, in a house like Vescovo where the member's blood flowed richer with pride and vanity than blood, Franky was screwed. Demoted for sure if he couldn't pull this one off. On top of all the shit going on with the houses, Franky would have told you he wasn't feeling so lucky this week.

Today all that changed. He was several hundred pounds of walking steel, power and super. Going into the locker rooms all he had to do was change and warm up, because he was already psyched.

Soiree Entrance

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A single distorted chord began as Soiree's entrance music began. Spotlights began to roam the house, not quite focusing on the ramp yet. The lyrics seemed to lead the listeners into the story as a video played the highlights of Soiree's past victories under the promotion.

"Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

Like nothing you’ve ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you’ll be begging for more

Welcome to the show
Please come inside
Ladies and gentlemenThe spots finally found Soiree, and an explosion of fireworks behind him sent excitement pulsing through the arena as the music picked up. The often lively brother seemed stoic and hidden as he walked up slowly to the arena accompanied by his trainers. He wore a blue silk hooded robe, common of professional fighters in his league. The words "Angel of Twilight" were emblazoned on the back in white, fierce lettering. As he moved, they almost

Re: Pre-Match (entrances, referee speech)

[feeling_super]

When it was time for Franky to come in, his own theme music started to play as he made his way down the ramp, dark blue satin boxing shorts and a crimson colored robe, left open.

Tied to the tracks and the trains just coming
Strapped to the wing with the engine running
You say that this wasnt in your plan
And dont mess around with the demolition man

Tied to a chair, and the bomb is ticking
This situation was not of your picking
You say that this wasnt in your plan
And dont mess around with the demolition man

Im a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom
I kill conversation as I walk into the room
Im a three line whip
Im the sort of thing they ban
Im a walking disaster
Im a demolition man
The crowd was already pumped, Miera was the angel, and Franky got to be the evil cyborg. Posing down the ramp and interacting a bit with the lucky fans along the sides, reached the terminal and jumped into the ring

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"Let's give'em a show they'll never forget, metal man!" Soiree shouted in return, tossing off his fest and ripping off the track shorts to reveal some tight fitting fight gear underneath, the brand being a sponsor of the event. He placed on a pair of fingerless MMA gloves as well, slamming his knuckles together a few times to get the fit. His trainers checked him over, giving him one last drink of water before the referee came over for inspection.

[feeling_super]

"You're wearing tighter pants than I am- this is new" Franky teased, the excitement really getting to him. He felt more alive right now than he had in the longest time he could remember.

He was sure ref wouldn't have any problems during inspection, Franky had followed the rulebook to the letter.

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"Well, they tend to want to slap labels on you when you're this damn good," Soiree did some last minute boasting before the referee told them to go to their corners. The ring announcer has made his way into the ring and a single microphone lowered from the rafters. The match of a lifetime was about to begin...