*The ring is dark, with only a few lights dimly illuminating the arena. Under the center light, Sagittarius Blue sits in the center of the ring, clad in his MMA shorts and a hoodie with the hood partially pulled up, hiding his face from view. He nods his head to the tune of the instrumental beat playing on his iPod, putting improvised verse to the music...*
Sagittarius Blue:
Music to mind to thought to verse
to free the soul from monotony's curse...
A song that descends like a heavenly jewel
that transcends status quo and bends all the rules...
It comes bearing tidings new and strange -
heralding hope, proclaiming change...
The message comes to a place not plain -
the home of the different, the fierce, the insane...
Where the victorious are baptized in blood
and cowards are left to die in the mud...
And so the messenger came from far and away
to where madmen and monarchs come out to play...
And came to say simply, with dire reason:
NOW OR NEVER. IT'S OPEN SEASON.
*The lights dim out, and all is dark.*
