BOSTON, MA
It is the middle of a dark match between two unknown creatures at a DWF house show. Both of the creatures are down in the center of the ring after viciously clothesline each other to a stalemate. The crowd is slightly entertained, but not overly concerned with the outcome of the match given the two creatures in the match are extremely green. As the referee began the infamous ten count both creatures used what limited strength they had in their bodies to pull themselves up from the ground.
Suddenly, as the referee reached the count of five, an unknown man wearing a bright red t-shirt and cap hops over the guard rail, slides into the ring, and punches the referee with a wild haymaker the causes him to flip inside out! The crowd is buzzing at this due to the fact they aren’t sure whether it was apart of the show or whether this was just an out of control fan. As one of the creatures pulled themselves to their feet just in time to see what was going on he swung wildly but the muscular man in the red t-shirt ducked the swing just in time and countered by hoisted the creature up as if he were picking up a bag of trash to hurl into a dumpster and planted him with a thunderous spin around slam! The second creature, who was unsure of exactly what to do and had watched his opponent in the match be dealt with, leaned backwards into the turnbuckles in one of the corners of the ring. His thoughts were that maybe he could sneak attack this guy who was laying waste to everyone in sight. When the man in the red t-shirt turned in the creature’s direction he charged forward with an attempt for a spear but was easily flipped up into a fireman’s carry positioned and sent crashed down on top of the first creature who had been just as unsuccessful.
The unknown man smirked arrogantly as he removed his cap and tossed it aside before taking his hand, holding it up as if symboling the number five with is fingers, cupping his lower extremities, then charging into the ropes only to come back with move momentum as he cemented his fists into the skulls of BOTH of them amatuer creatures who rolled out of the ring unable to see clearly and in a dazed and confused state of pain.
The red shirted aggressor briefly observed the damage he had caused before sliding out of the ring, snatching a microphone from the ringside announcer, then sliding back into the ring to address the audience.
“The name is Murphy. JOHN MURPHY.”
He points in the direction of the creatures on the outside of the ring, who lay in a heap.
“Everyone is probably wondering who I am and why I’m out here unleashed hell on some “creatures” I don’t even have beef with. Well that’s just the thing, I do have beef with every so called “creature” in this organization. My name isn’t important. What is important is what I am. I’m the guy who represents those “normal” people who just want a chance to be the best inside this ring that don’t have any kind of “dark, demonic, powers” or “Immortality.’’ Yeah, I’m just one normal human being with a fighting spirit second to none. My only “super power” is my will. So all the creepers, demons, and freaks let me inform you that I will take everyone of you down and make you remember never to underestimate the power of will. So beat me if you can but you’ll never keep me down and it will be MY will that’ll be done when it’s all said and done. So whether you like it or not GET USED TO IT.”
With that he slides out of the ring and quickly makes his way over the ramp and quickly maneuvers through the crowd leaving the audience and the organization with his words to ponder…
