It's midnight. The lights inside the Fleet Center are off, and the air inside the building is stale. Xille wanders around, trying to find a light switch. He's carrying a worn-out dufflebag and wearing a "Greatful Dead - Southeast Asia Tour 2005-2006" t-shirt. He looks like he hasn't showered in a few months. He finally finds a light switch and flips it on.
X: Hello?
"It's still all here..." he thinks. "I haven't been gone that long, have I? What happened?" He wanders around the empty arena, admiring the old AWF Mayhem set. The Archivetron sits to one side of the arena in all of its glory, and the ring looks as inviting and challenging as ever. The X runs his finger across the apron as he walks past it.
X: Dust...? ... Hello?
The X spins around, looking for anything that could give him answers.
X: It smells like Cyberstrike has been here.
Xille pauses. He takes a deep breath.
X: RAVAGE, YOUR MOMMA'S SO FAT, SHE HAD TO BE BAPTISED AT SEA-WORLD!
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X: God, that felt good.
Meanwhile, at the Fleet Center in Boston, Mass
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Originally posted by Xille
What's up, Back?
IC: Wouldn't you like to know...small fry.
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