Tna Knockouts Hot Fights

Track 01: Discothéque

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The scribbles of laser light were visible in the distance. Jessie B
felt a surge of adrenaline into the bloodstream. He had spent the whole afternoon to choose what to wear and make-up and could not wait to show the fruit of his labors.
next to her, France is Keiko, mesmerized by the mysterious figures drawn on the clouds.
All three shook spasmodically between his hands, slightly sweating with tension, the invitations, which are essential for admission to Gehenna, the 'hard-time'. The unpleasant thought of what they had to do to get it vanished from the mind of Jessie B, choked with excitement.
Below the phantasmagoric play of light Franci casually noticed the squalid suburban landscape, piles of garbage and dilapidated buildings, the reality of every day pull out beyond the windows of the bus.
"We need to get off", the urgency in the voice of Keiko snapped up the other two.
The girls joined the current that flowed slowly but inexorably towards the glittering entrance of Gehenna. They held hands, the excitement almost ousted from the fear of getting lost and be alone, alone in the multitude of figures wrapped in cloaks phUV, indistinguishable from each other.
Low vibration, as perceived by the body with the ear, seemed to emanate from the bowels of the nightclub, crept into the subconscious and whispered his hypnotic message. Minutes
expanded hours, pushing, protests, and finally the reader to swallow in the invitation, a magnetic card with hologram anti-counterfeit: Jessie B closed his eyes and held her breath until she missed the ground under their feet, a sign that the invitation was accepted. During the descent, wrapped in a suffocating darkness interrupted by the occasional light bulb, took off his cloak, disclosing the result of hours of preparation.
The platform stopped abruptly. The music hit like a hammer, the pace frenetic and the low success penetrating the last dance, intended to last a few weeks, like many predecessors.
Jessie waited the arrival of France next to the elevator and Keiko, while his brain trying to cope with sensory dell'overload. The swirling images of light and movement were resolved: a track under siege from the bodies and heads swaying grotesquely twisted frame in vision caused by the strobe, multi-colored beams of light made solid by the air saturated with smoke, and vague shapes in the gloom surrounding hardly mentioned.
France and Keiko emerged from the elevator. They looked with shining eyes, the expression of absolute joy vaguely cruel made from heavy makeup, and headed toward the bar.