Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2022 9:50:07 GMT -6
God's Violent Son
The Barbaric One
. . .
"I don't come from a wrestling dynasty. There's no lineage that I can look up towards. I don't have the most experience when it comes to this industry. In fact, when I debut here in EWC: NEXTGEN, I will be making my professional debut in this crazy world of professional wrestling. But I do come from a family of fighters and that's all I've known my whole life. I'm the future Ace of the World."
A red towel dangles over the head of Barbaric, who remains sitting on a bench with his back hunched and hands clasped together. He's sweating a little but he doesn't mind that at all, licking his dry lips as he exhales slowly, his eyes piercing into the camera aggressively.
"You could say that I was raised on violence, pumped into this world prepared for the hardships that would come ahead. That's all this life is, isn't it? The trials and tribulations we face and how we overcome them. For the most part, I had to overcome doubters who saw nothing but an angry little boy inside, who wouldn't amount to anything. Teachers, friends, enemies, family members... it doesn't matter who, the fact of the matter is, for most of my life I've had the world against me. I soaked it in and allowed it to fuel me. Through every fight I had on the street corners, to every amateur wrestling competition I competed in during my high school years, through thick and thin, the one thing that I always had in abundance was drive. And that's what's brought me to the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. Our worlds align with the similarity being in violence... I guess you could say we're a perfect match."
He smirks rather sadistically, taking his towel and wiping the back of his head before standing up and walking towards a four sided training ring. He hops onto the apron, throwing his towel aside and gripping onto the ropes. He slingshots his way over the top rope and into the ring, walking towards the centre of it and turning around, planting his ass on the canvas and sitting cross legged across from the camera.
"Soon, the world will know my name and they'll know that Barbaric is coming for it all and there's nothing, anybody, can do about it. This is a message to all the future NEXT Gen roster members, who will all be looking to embark on their on adventure in the EWC with the hopes of gaining a contract onto one of the big four brands. As long as I'm on the roster, no one's going to be getting a sniff of greatness, not on my watch. No, this is my brand and you're just existing in it."
The scene gradually fades to black.