Steve Mc.Fly
Aah, it was truly a beautiful duwang day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the bees were beeing. It was a perfect and beautiful day to enjoy a nice, peaceful and quiet sandwich. After all, nothing was in his way to disrupt this wonderful peace and quiet.
From afar, the sound of music and a man yelling theatrically on a megaphone could be heard, his voice somehow louder than all the ruckus.
It was just a normal, average, everyday, peaceful and quiet day.
“Steeeep riiight up! Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen, boys and girls, come, come! Come and see things your eyes won’t believe-“
Peace and quiet.
The ground was beginning to shake, as if a horde of elephants was approaching. He had enough of it already; all this ruckus was getting unbearable. Grunting angrily, turned around and, with eyes full of wonder and awe, witnessed something he never thought he would gaze upon.
An orchestra.
A fanfarous fanfare, an immense display not like anything he had ever seen. It was… magnificent. Floating high up were multiple balloons, each colored vibrantly and vividly. Carriages containing beautiful statues rolled down the street, attractions of color and beauty for all to witness.
Carrying them were dozens, nay, hundreds of elaborately clothed mannequins, moving gracefully and dancing trough the streets of Nexus city. They too colored the streets vibrantly, ribbons flowing and circling spectacularly as they marched in an elaborate fashion, displaying acrobatics worthy of professional entertainers.
And this performance was just the beginning for the music kicked in and synchronized perfectly with the performers. It was a true festival, an orchestrated orchestra of color and sound. Fire spewed from the greatest statue, the one leading the charge. It was a caricatured chariot displaying a man with pristine white cloth and vibrant pink hair posing spectacularly.
Drums were beating like thunder, trumpets trumpetting like the wailing of a storm. Each and every instrument only bringing this display to even greater heights as other mannequins sprinkled confetti and glitter vividly along the streets. For a storm was coming, a storm of fun, madness and late night extravaganza!
A thunderous, imposing and grandiose voice came from within the leading chariot, as if the fire breathing statue spoke itself, light oozing from its kaleidoscope eyes.
“Come on, come all! And welcome~ TO THE GRAND CARNIVAL!!” A grand roaring shook from within, loud for all to hear.
And as soon as it was heard, the pace of the performers grew in intensity, in grandness. Doves of paper flew above and danced while colored smoke zigzagged trough the air. The music blared even louder rising above for a crescendo aiming higher and higher.
At the same time, other mannequins exited from the chariots in great number, bearing hula-hoops, unicycles, beach balls, fire torches and chainsaws. Strings and trapeziums appeared over the statues and, while the mannequins performed below, dancers flipped and danced while performing acrobatics that would shame the Cirque du Soleil.
Yes, what was once a simple orchestra evolved into a full on circus act with elaborate tricks. An ambulant display of awe inspiring greatness.
And so, the greatest Mad Carnival marched forward, advancing magnificently, elegantly, theatrically, grandiosely and beautifully for its destination: The Rogers Theater.
Eventually, the army stopped in front of its promised land, its haven! And with blaring sound and grandness, the music changed from generic (but awesome) circus music into blaring WWE music. No, not just ANY WWE music. A ROCKing music, ELECTRIFYING sound!!
Standing in place, the mannequins halted and ceased all movement as the music blared on. Then, the giant statue literally opened up to reveal a thick smoke oozing from within, seeping all over the theater while multicolored lights illuminated the dark could.
TOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
And revealed was a man, nay, a being greater than any man! Sitting on a great throne of red and gold, the throne of a supreme being. Smirking proudly, he snapped his fingers once. Instantly, fifty fireworks were fired into the sky, shining bright like diamonds and blasting loud like an eruption of cheers and applause. Dignified as ever, the Toe stood proudly and marched forward.
A thick red carpet rolled down, following the demon’s steps as it became longer and longer. But suddenly, a great tragedy occurred. Accidentally, he tripped! Tumbling down, the demon was about to crash his face pathetically on the ground when suddenly, magically, he performed a perfect flip forward and opened the great door.
“The Toe is here~!!!” He boomed out joyfully, winking at the audience as sparkles shined on from his magnificent body as glorious flower petals flew into the theater. Stepping in proudly, he was followed by harem of fifty mannequins,each holding golden elaborate WWE belts.
No one knows what happened to Steve Mc.Fly. But legends say that from that day forward, he would travel along many places in a sacred pilgrimage to rediscover himself. He would perform many miracles and eventually found the Sect of childe of Beelzebob.
