Paramount Wrestling's Newest Signing Speaks
Feb 13, 2022 16:46:05 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2022 16:46:05 GMT -6
In the shadows of a Paramount Wrestling locker room we find a figure standing, his back to the camera that films him.
Unknown Voice
Nineteen years. Nineteen FUCKING years. Almost two decades of blood, sweat and tears spent. Two decades of breaking my back… breaking my entire BODY in this sport… and I walk into this arena tonight and not a single soul recognizes me. I’ve been to the pinnacle of this sport. A goddamn WORLD CHAMPION! … And yet no one here aside from the man who hired me even knows who I am.
The man speaking turns around to peek out slightly from the darkness, his head covered with a hood and a orange and blue leather mask over his face, a very familiar “M” stitched into the middle of the accessory. Those colors, and that M… could this be Mystic, one of the most widely known masked wrestlers in the world? It couldn’t be. He was on national television just last night working for the EWC’s biggest competitor! The man continues to speak, his mouth covered but his eyes ablaze with passion.
Unknown Voice
Well let this be known now: they soon will know EXACTLY who I am! Every single one of you will know as I rip the mask that holds me back…
The man rips the leather mask that covers his face off, revealing the appearance of a near middle aged man with blondish red hair and a full beard. He crumples the mask in his hand and grits his teeth as he points his index finger directly into the camera lens, summoning every ounce of passion in his body as he speaks.
Unknown Voice
Off of my face and prepare for my ascension! Back to the top of professional wrestling where I belong, and this time I’m not fucking around. Oh no. This time it will be an ascension to the top of the greatest professional wrestling organization on the face of the planet and the only one that truly matters, the Extreme Wrestling Corporation! You know the thing about masks are… they’re meant to take your identity. To silence you. To CONTROL you.
Our newest EWC star looks down at the mask in his hands and tosses it on the ground.
Unknown Voice
And then, when they’re done using you? They’ll throw you to the side just like that. You want proof? Just ask my former employers who are strutting out an imposter in front of your eyes every week and filling your ears full of lies. But it doesn’t even matter because now that I’ve shedded that mask… I’m free. I’m free to be me. EWC, Paramount Wrestling… Hello. My name is Johnny Maelstrom. Miracles happen every day and what you see in front of you is God’s finest. Stay tuned.
The camera fades to black as Maelstrom continues to stare a hole through the cameraman’s skull, hoping to have sent the message loud and clear that this is only the beginning for the newly emancipated star.
Unknown Voice
Nineteen years. Nineteen FUCKING years. Almost two decades of blood, sweat and tears spent. Two decades of breaking my back… breaking my entire BODY in this sport… and I walk into this arena tonight and not a single soul recognizes me. I’ve been to the pinnacle of this sport. A goddamn WORLD CHAMPION! … And yet no one here aside from the man who hired me even knows who I am.
The man speaking turns around to peek out slightly from the darkness, his head covered with a hood and a orange and blue leather mask over his face, a very familiar “M” stitched into the middle of the accessory. Those colors, and that M… could this be Mystic, one of the most widely known masked wrestlers in the world? It couldn’t be. He was on national television just last night working for the EWC’s biggest competitor! The man continues to speak, his mouth covered but his eyes ablaze with passion.
Unknown Voice
Well let this be known now: they soon will know EXACTLY who I am! Every single one of you will know as I rip the mask that holds me back…
The man rips the leather mask that covers his face off, revealing the appearance of a near middle aged man with blondish red hair and a full beard. He crumples the mask in his hand and grits his teeth as he points his index finger directly into the camera lens, summoning every ounce of passion in his body as he speaks.
Unknown Voice
Off of my face and prepare for my ascension! Back to the top of professional wrestling where I belong, and this time I’m not fucking around. Oh no. This time it will be an ascension to the top of the greatest professional wrestling organization on the face of the planet and the only one that truly matters, the Extreme Wrestling Corporation! You know the thing about masks are… they’re meant to take your identity. To silence you. To CONTROL you.
Our newest EWC star looks down at the mask in his hands and tosses it on the ground.
Unknown Voice
And then, when they’re done using you? They’ll throw you to the side just like that. You want proof? Just ask my former employers who are strutting out an imposter in front of your eyes every week and filling your ears full of lies. But it doesn’t even matter because now that I’ve shedded that mask… I’m free. I’m free to be me. EWC, Paramount Wrestling… Hello. My name is Johnny Maelstrom. Miracles happen every day and what you see in front of you is God’s finest. Stay tuned.
The camera fades to black as Maelstrom continues to stare a hole through the cameraman’s skull, hoping to have sent the message loud and clear that this is only the beginning for the newly emancipated star.