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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.

Draze must know a thing or two about Omen at this point, but does he think he can hang with him in a match? That question will be answered as the official approaches the Freak, asking if he was ready and wanted the match to start. Omen looked at him with a cold, glassy stare and said yes. The official would slowly back away and go up to Draze, asking the same question. If he were to answer yes, the match would start, if he didn't he could probably save himself before it is too late.

The bell rang and instantly Draze looked as if he were about to rush into the Freak, however, he would change his formation in the midst of running and nail a dropkick that would take the knee of Omen out. The Freak dropped to one knee after the fast changed maneuver. Draze had the upper-hand, but it doesn't mean Omen was out of it, he would hold his hands up and try to block the man from coming at him for any kind of maneuver that could injure his chances at pulverizing his face into oblivion.

The dropkick would meet with the hands and chest of Omen, purposely throwing those hands up to to avoid any damage to the head, being a bit on an edge. Draze utilizing the speed he has and turning it into an early defensive with the two dropkicks which would overall, have Omen on his back, on the mat, in the ring. However, he wasn't going to stay down for long, looking to roll and retreat to the outside of the ring.