Post by genocidechronos17 on Aug 1, 2010 15:55:19 GMT -5
In the Chronos Manor, there was a huge stadium underneath every room of the Manor. A long and rounded floor was at the center of this stadium, as billions of seats, after seats after seats were at the side of this floor for people to watch the dancers battle it out for the prize of this tournament. Sweat, blood and tears were on this rounded floor, as huge speakers were hanging at the four corners of the stadium. Music was blasting through those speakers, playing any kind of music that the contestants wanted to battle against their opponents, or rivals to blow them away.
There were no rules in this tournament, just to battle until the music stopped or when your opponent quit dancing or refused to dance again. Music was going around the huge stadium for everyone to listen to, or dance. Feeling the rhythm going through their bodies, making the contestants hyped up to the max. Stunts, flips, tricks, moves of any dance could destroy their opponents when he/she isn't prepared or careful.
Billions of the best dancers came to this stadium to show everyone what they got. Crashes and burns were dropped to this shinny and slippery/smooth floor, as the smoothest, cleanest, and baddest dancers/contestants went to the finals. Cheers and boos could be heard from many fans in the audience that were watching these contestants battling out, day after day. Trying to the be the champ of this tournament, getting the prize as well, also showing everyone in this stadium and the world, that he/she was the best dancer.
A white pale figure was standing in the center of the rounded floor, holding a Mic in his right hand, as he brought it toward his lips. Before parting his lips to speak in a fine English, the corners of his lips curled up forming a smile upon his face. He brought his left hand to the air, waving to the crowd. He began to speak through the Mic. "Alright here it goes! Anyone who would like join for the 2010 Dance Tournament, needs to sign up. With names, age, and where you're from. Any age is allowed to compete in this tournament!"
The male wore black skinny jeans, with black/red Converse, also having a red Harley shirt at his torso. He had a black hoodie above his shirt, with a L.A. cap on his cranium, smiling softly to the crowd once more, as he had many bracelets around his wrists. "Let the battles and tournament begin in...3...2...1! Go!"
There were no rules in this tournament, just to battle until the music stopped or when your opponent quit dancing or refused to dance again. Music was going around the huge stadium for everyone to listen to, or dance. Feeling the rhythm going through their bodies, making the contestants hyped up to the max. Stunts, flips, tricks, moves of any dance could destroy their opponents when he/she isn't prepared or careful.
Billions of the best dancers came to this stadium to show everyone what they got. Crashes and burns were dropped to this shinny and slippery/smooth floor, as the smoothest, cleanest, and baddest dancers/contestants went to the finals. Cheers and boos could be heard from many fans in the audience that were watching these contestants battling out, day after day. Trying to the be the champ of this tournament, getting the prize as well, also showing everyone in this stadium and the world, that he/she was the best dancer.
A white pale figure was standing in the center of the rounded floor, holding a Mic in his right hand, as he brought it toward his lips. Before parting his lips to speak in a fine English, the corners of his lips curled up forming a smile upon his face. He brought his left hand to the air, waving to the crowd. He began to speak through the Mic. "Alright here it goes! Anyone who would like join for the 2010 Dance Tournament, needs to sign up. With names, age, and where you're from. Any age is allowed to compete in this tournament!"
The male wore black skinny jeans, with black/red Converse, also having a red Harley shirt at his torso. He had a black hoodie above his shirt, with a L.A. cap on his cranium, smiling softly to the crowd once more, as he had many bracelets around his wrists. "Let the battles and tournament begin in...3...2...1! Go!"