Introduction

Hi, my name is Quin. I’m a big fan of pro style wrestling, the rougher the better. A few years ago I walked into a pro wrestling school, ok, that may be a stretch, it was more of a barn with a worn out ring in the middle. The padding in the turnbuckles all but gone, the ropes, torn and frayed, the flooring, sheets of wood covered by more blood than padding. But, I loved it, a story to tell with each bruise, bump and laceration. One of the local wrestling organizations called the school, looking for someone to take on their champion. A 6’6” tall, 350 pound monster. Others in the school knew him and all declined. They all said his matches were brutal, he made a point of punishing his opponents, breaking their will, their bodies and their spirit. I raised my hand, I wanted the test. The match lasted about 45 minutes. And yes, he broke my body, but never my will or my spirit. I just kept getting back up until he finally put me out cold with a viscous pile driver. Honestly, I don’t remember much of the match, I think the concussion wiped a lot of it away. But what I do remember was the sound, the cheers, the energy. I was hooked. I faced that same wrestler four or five more times, in other towns. The beatings more violent each and every time, the cheers growing louder and louder. So that’s why I’m here, to put on a show, let’s create something that the audience will never forget.

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