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Jaws · **12-11-2014, 10:25 AM**

The slimy fingers, covered in all sorts of unpleasantries, wrapped around the drain of a deserted street in what appears like New Orleans. A sound gradually became louder, rattling. The hands start shaking, like a dog shitting razorblades, as the sound came to its climax with a bang. The drain lifted off and was chucked to the side of the road, skidding before coming to a halt. Smoke slowly rose out of the newly made hole in the concrete ground, as the monster drags himself out of the pipe with a few grunts and heavy breaths. The moon shone in the background, as the being rises to it's full height. The sheer size of the creature would intimidate most, while eradicating anything that became intimidated too late.

CRACK!

The monster's teeth came together, as the beast was now clearly visible. Greyish blue skin, that glistened under the full moon. Wet. Smooth. Humongous arms that were built like towers. A wide neck that was tensed. Numerous scars all the way across his chest and down to his abdomen. He was wearing a simple tattered cloth for underwear, but didn't feel the cold so it never bothered him. Except when it called all blood stained, because it tempted him every time is sniffed the air. Oh did I forget to tell you? It's dripping from the apex to the jagged bottom in dark, thick, tasty blood.

"What an... interesting place this is."

Exhaled breath condensate pushed out of the monsters nose and into the open air. Instead of just calling him monster, lets give the sod a name. Jaws? That sounds quite catchy and appropriate. Jaws jolted upright, sniffing wildly as his eyes suddenly went bloodshot. His head turned in a stiff and almost mechanical movement towards a nearby alley way, where he started walking, every time his foot slammed against the ground it was if as the Earth's Tectonic plates moved.

When he reached his destination, a blood trail along the cracked pavement into a spooky alleyway, like the one people get murdered in in horror movies, he found a dog, clearly wounded. It was whimpering and writhing around in the glass, only causing the mutt more pain. Jaws raises his hands towards his mouth, wiping away the drool off of his teeth. This was clearly a too big opportunity to pass up. His first real meal on the planet. Those small rats were barely a snack down in the sewer and they tasted worse than dirt. Jaws circled the animal, before settling on the idea of putting both him and the dog out of their miseries. For the dog, it was its life. For Jaws, it was the immense hunger and horrible feeling of an empty stomach.

Jaws leapt onto the dog, gnashing his teeth wildly. What was left was a graphic, mixture of blood, meat and fur. After letting the meal sink in, Jaws felt replenished and ready to roam this world further. While his body slowly digested the canine, he wondered what there was to do here. The street was desolate. The buildings were ugly. The great seas were polluted by tourists and he was going to struggle to find easy meals. There was one consolation though. It seemed the ancient tradition of alien-shark wrestling still existed in some form. Jaws was the former undefeated and undisputed World Champion of the ASWA - Alien Shark Wrestling Association - before arriving on the green and blue planet and had done research to find out that there was a large following of Pro Wrestling here.

Digging into his blood stained briefs, he pulled out what seemed to be some sort of flier. Obviously it was crumpled up, bloodied and ripped, but it was still in a good enough condition to read. It looked like a list of names, probably a match card, advertising the show with some big name players... all who were completely unknown to Jaws.

XWF PRESENTS: MONDAY NIGHT MADNESS

Jaws
- VS -
Joey Hawkins
- VS -
Caroline O'Hara Burchill
Triple Threat Match, One Fall

Aaron Underwood
- VS -
Adrian Storms
Tables Match

Mastermind
- VS -
Ethan Donovan
- VS -
Justin Sane
Three-Way-Dance, Elimination Rules

Maverick
- VS -
John Samuels
Steel Cage I Quit Match

Television Championship Match
'The Aerial Knight' Johnathan Heartsford ©
- VS -
Ghost Tank
Singles Match, One Fall

Jaws looked the sheet up and down, before giving a big hearty laugh, a laugh that was not of friendly nature, but of depravity. There was a strange look in the sharkman's eyes that could send a chill down any spine. It was the look of malicious intent, for he knew that he would break the opponents in not just one way, but in as many ways as possible.

Jaws crouched down on the ground and ran his finger along the blood smeared concrete. He lifted the finger up towards his nose, before exhaling heavily, a sigh of relief if you will.

"Home."

Quint Said:
"You know the thing about a shark, he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem to be livin', until he bites ya and those black eyes... roll over white."

"It appears my first opponents who will mark the beginning of my trail of destruction this coming Monday are completely worthless shrimps. The kind who get swallowed up by the bigger fish in the pond. I have taken the time out of my day on this planet by doing a fair bit of research on these two pathetic wrestlers, so I do hope they do the same for me, though it will be quite difficult due to how far back they are in technological evolution. Let's begin with the weaker of the two, even though one to a puny woman, this one is still weaker, Joey Hawkins.

Hawkins seems to enjoy a thing known as 'skateboarding' a lot, which involves riding on a wooden board with wheels underneath it for fun, but I can't seem to grasp what is so enjoyable about it when he keeps ending up flat on his ass, similar to where his wrestling career and his entire life seems to end up. Attempt to jump on this strange wooden board, falls flat on his ass. Gets in the ring with one of the numerous wrestlers on the roster who are better than him, falls flat on his ass. Attempts to court a lady, falls flat on his ass. Despite all this, Joey Hawkins should have nothing to fear because instead of me making him fall back down flat on his ass, I will disfigure and break his entire body in such a way he can never properly fall flat on his ass again.

Hawkins also seems to give the illusion that he has an undying spirit and will never give up no matter how many times you lose. Like a seagull who swoops down and tries to pick up a man's fish and chips before being chased off, yet will not stop retrying, wasting his entire day when he could off somewhere else where he could get some food more successfully. Basically, I think you should leave to a woman's wrestling federation instead, but even that will prove a challenge for you. Once you get beaten up so badly, you'll leave again, just like last time. Then you'll return and the cycle repeats.

Next up is Caroline O'Hara Burchill, who people have wrongly picked as the favourite of this match. They probably thought otherwise when they sat around their television sets at home and witnessed the destruction caused by me and my great mentor Azrael Erebus on the international tour of Wednesday Night Warfare against the wannabe gangster, TJ Wallace. For me to take him seriously, he needs to change his name to something that doesn't scream "I am trying too hard to be something I'm not". However, back to Burchill. She has gotten easy pickings over the last couple of weeks and has racked up a winning streak, being undefeated at three wins. Pretty impressive if your wins were over people who aren't completely worthless.

When I win and move on to much more challenging opponents, it will be more fun. Until then, I have to put up with these two pathetic wastes-of-space. I hope absolutely destroying the both of you will give me a little satisfaction, but I get bored easily, so have fun undergoing surgery on every single bone I break. That's a promise."

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