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The crowd has been hearing of a new face in the roster, known under the alias "Omen" but what was he like? What would this man bring to the table and would it be good enough? These questions would be answered in a few moments as the crowd growing in eagerness, making a more tense atmosphere as not even a little taste was enough to quench their thirst for knowing more about the mysterious man. Suddenly, it would be like it all changed once the song "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails hit the PA system.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real

The music would continue as a howl would accompany the vocals and the beat. The crowd looked down at the ramp and stage which began to be overflowed with fog, the crowd getting eerie waiting for the appearance of the unknown man.

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

The chorus was about to begin as small parts of tattered clothing could be seen coming from outside the thick fog. The crowd tried to adjust their heads enough to see the man, but they would see him soon anyways as the man would walk outside the fog, with his hand grasping a stick in support of walking down the ring and in the opposite hand, a mirror ball.

Slowly the man began to take a few more steps and all his clothing would be shown, and what seemed to be a mask of sorts on his head. It looked like a burlap sack with holes cut out near the eyes so the man could see. Upon further inspection, the man's eyes were completely bloodshot.

"From Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at 264 pounds, Omen!"

The announcer would do his job and announce the strange man's stats. Something seemed off about "Omen". Just by the way he walked and appeared was unsettling, imagine him speaking and wrestling. This man however has a pretty dark background, so him inside the squared circle will indeed be an experience.

Omen made his way down to ringside within a minute or so. He would look over the arena, surveying all sides of it for unknown reasons. This man was the personification of creepy if there ever was one. Omen definitely stood out among many other wrestlers. He would continue to slowly walk towards the stairs, where he would throw the stick inside the ring, and his mirror ball, beginning to climb up the stairs slowly, as if he needed to slowly move up the stairs, otherwise his legs would give out. However, that was just a ruse from the man, seeing he will be competing right now.

Omen, would enter the ring and fall inside his corner, eyes open wide as he let out a spine-tingling yell out so the whole crowd could hear him. This would stop the hearts of many just for a moment, but after that creepy ordeal, he would throw off his top into the crowd, waiting.

Omen would watch the man who was once feared by many make his entrance to the ring. But all he saw was a shell of a old man who used to be a legend among men, an urban legend who would show his face only when he felt it was needed. This man; Sting, was a lesser of a being than that of what he used to be, a shadow which will be cast away in Omen's darkness. The official would check both men to see if they were ready, Omen not giving a response, but getting in an offensive position, ready to charge like a bull for when the bell did ring. It was all Sting to decide whether he wanted to be punished and agree for the match to start.

Omen stepped up to the plate, following the same pace of the somewhat smaller man, Sting. He looked him dead in the eye through the slits in the burlap sack which covered his skull. The crowd getting behind Sting right at the beginning, knowing that Omen's intentions weren't pure, but if anyone can deal with the Freak, that it was the Icon. Omen would make the first move, charging him like the brute he was, attempting to force him into the corner by wrapping his left arm around the back of Sting, using his unnatural force to subdue any resistance, and ultimately reach his goal of trapping the legend inside the corner.

It was time for the Freak to bring that gruesome corner attack he usually busts out, much like any beast, he got his prey where he wants him, and he tears away at him. Omen would look to tear away at Sting with a few knee strikes into the abdominal of the trapped Sting, looking to knock the breath out of him. Once that task was done, he would change his gripping, keeping Sting trapped in the corner, but the man would move his hands down to each side of the turnbuckle on the ropes, looking to encase him there. Even though Sting was trapped, it left a bit of leverage to send a knee of his own up, but he won't have to worry about that if the man has lost all the air in his lungs, one of the strategies Omen has in these kinds of situations.

This simply was no early advantage, this was just a game of how long Sting could endure. That is why after the transition was made, the assault would continue if Omen could do so. With his hands placed on the second level of ropes, Omen looked to lunge his shoulder into the mid-section of Sting multiple times, sending countless shoulder thrusts into the cornered Sting with no view of stopping. Slowly, the number of shoulders would add up if Sting was damaged enough, to ten, then twenty, then thirty. The Freak not caring how boring this is for the fans, it was just making sure that his prey had a hard time at fighting back, but was still alive. There was no reason to end it, so why not entertain yourself? The mind of Omen working in brilliance but also in cruelness and craziness.

The grip would have fallen apart, much like his opponent after the rapid attacks to the abdominal of Sting, who was now inside the corner, holding his gut, thinking of how to recover from this. Omen did what he wanted, he toyed with him, but he wanted to see the fallen legend make a comeback, to somehow fight and entertain him farther. That is why he took his time to exit the ring; this being a regular match, and go to the bell-keeper's area, retrieving a microphone while threatening all who were sitting within the box. The official inside the ring would begin to count, each count being slow, but adding up. After a five count, Omen would have rolled inside the ring, with microphone in hand, and Sting still trying to recover from the brutal beating he had endured a few moments ago. What did Omen have in mind now that he was back in the ring?

With the retrieved microphone, Omen would look to not only deal some physical damage, but to get inside the head of the person who has played mind tricks since day one. Omen would get to his feet after rolling inside the ring, approach Sting inside the corner, measure him up, and look to throw a few strikes to the man's skull, looking to make them add up to the point where he would fall on to his a** once again. This match being hard for the fans to watch, as they were booing loud and feeling a bit of doubt in their dark super hero.