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.
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