The lighting emphasizes the darkness instead of high-lighting the glorious bodies. Black costumes are more chic than athletic.
Baroque pieces sound like Spanish guitar through electric harpsichords with wah-wah and distortion.
Those who once were the fearless children keep on playing in the darkness of the night that has fallen unnoticed. The thoughts of muscles automatically hammers out steps which grows sharper and sharper until no one can stop them. Smell of blood rises from under flexible muscles. Their game endangers their lives and their penance becomes their toy. For those who try being physical elites today, that's where they stand.