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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.

Nearly five-hundred pounds of pure anger and hatred was present in the ring. We had Omen, a monster in every ring he stepped in, a man who seems to be affiliated with a cult of cloaked men, a menace to society, and an individual who was 40 pounds heavier than his opponent tonight. Meanwhile, The Demon; Hellfire would be a figure known by many in CWF, an individual who indulged in the darkest of depths, a demon among demons. It would be the battle of the white eyed, masked Freak facing off against the blood red-eyed Demon in a battle of the ages.

The official knew both men were ready and it was time that these two would bring animosity to the ring and show why one was the better of the two. The bell would ring and Omen would immediately begin pacing around the edges of the ring, keeping a gaze on his opponent who seemed to be ready to fight.

Both men would pace around the ring, exchanging glances as they slowly came near the center of the ring for the confrontation between the beasts, the monsters, two entities that no one else could understand besides each other.

Hellfire would have placed a strong strike into the chest of Omen, connecting with the front of his ribs, almost making contact with the Xiphoid Process that was behind the walls of flesh that Omen had.

Despite the well-placed shot, Omen came back with a shot of his own. Looking to land a right hook across the jaw of Hellfire early in the match. This was going to be a fight between two brawls here tonight.

Just like that, Hellfire was atop of Omen landing multiple strikes across the skull of the downed Omen after the Lu Theze connected. However, Hellfire's final strike wouldn't be the end of the constant strikes.

Because when Hellfire brought down his final fist, Omen would catch the man's hand, raising his body up slightly so he could place his leg around one of Hellfire's legs, as he would then throw his opponent to the side so he could mount his opponent. If done successfully, he would begin throw strikes of his own down on his opponent in a random fashion.

If Hellfire thinks he can out-fight a man who grew up in a place like Omen did, who survived what Omen survived, he had another thing coming.

The headbutt connected, however, Omen wasn't done with his fallen opponent. Before he was thrown off of his competitor, he would have placed both hands around Hellfire's neck. If he were successful in clutching him by his gullet, he would begin to apply pressure.

If you can't beat the sense into your opponent, you might as well choke the life out of him to try and teach him a lesson. Of course, there is a chance that Omen would literally, choke the life out of him, as he would keep that grasp on.

Despite what he was put through, Hellfire got back to his feet before Omen. Meanwhile, the Freak would be gasping for air while laughing at the same time. It was pain that he felt, a great surge of pain that felt unreal, like a fairy tale.

Despite the amount of pain surrounding his eye socket, Omen got up to his feet, staying in his current drunken state, not even caring if his opponent was up yet. He did expect him not to be up, but even if he were, he would only add to the enjoyment and pain probably.