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~~Swift Ion~~ · **06-28-2013, 07:45 AM**

The arena is full of buzz and tension after the
teasing but no show of many new wrestlers yet
to show their faces. The lights go down and
the crowd reacts with screams of joy at the
prospect of actually seeing someone. The
TitanTron shows static and there are echos of
a man screaming and laughing before
complete nothingness from the screen. All
goes quiet from the fans as well. The
TitanTron comes alive once more, showing a
CCTV screen of a hooded figure walking
through a graveyard. The camera dies as the
figure looks up at it before the Tron goes live
to the graveyard. Mist swirls around the feet of the figure as he pulls down his hood to reveal.....Swift Ion. He stands, looking at the various headstones
rather than the camera

"Death. It is the one unavoidable conclusion to each and everyone's life."

Kneeling down to read a head stone, his
fingers move across the name, D.O.B, D.O.D
and the description of the person

"Franklin Jenston. 1875-1942. "A man of fortitude, good will and strength".

Ion takes a moment to pay respect before
standing up and walking toward the camera,
touching each tombstond he passes

"I am not a man of God, nor any other god. I share similarities like Mr. Heyman. I am a man of fortitude. A man of good will and as we
have seen in the ring, a man of strength. The difference here between Mr. Jenston and myself is easy. I am alive."

Ion lets out a small chuckle

"My opponent is much like these people who reside here. Dead. They are unknown to
all of you in the arena or watching at home.
They are just names on paper. They signed up
to fight, to entertain you, to wow you yet have
yet to make themselves known to you. They do
not exist. These people here were real. They
had lives, jobs, names and friends. They had
purpose and drive or they would not be
remembered here today with the few lines
explaining who they were."

Ion stops walking and takes a seat on one of the benches. Breathing into his cold hand, he rubs them together and cracks his neck, making himself comfortable

"Unlike these people, I am respectful.To my opponent, listen up. You are a rookie so use this as a life lesson. STAY. AWAY. FROM. THE. RING. If you gave a damn you would just remove your profiles from the companies website, burn your little outfits and remove any trace of wrestling from your life. Just curl up and go to sleep."

Ion gets up and moves once again toward the camera

"I am here to hurt and Mac has seen fit to give me three opponents to destroy and have the fans scream and shout my name. For the
fans to retell my matches long after i am
gone. Because this is the secret these people
laid to rest here did not know and the reason
you three have been booked into your own
funeral before showcasing your mediocre
skills."

Ion leans in close to the camera and takes a
few deep breathes before whispering....

"...the secret to immortality..."

Ion smirks and turns his back to the camera,
placing his hood back up and walks away into
the mist uttering...

"...Welcome to your funeral..."

Ion disappears into the mist

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