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*A mysterious hooded figure is seen walking into the ruins of the old DXW arena that was located inside Rutland, Massachusetts, the hometown of Owen Hawley... the once self-proclaimed star that wanted to bring a new form of life inside the world of the infamous E-Federation Scene where shows like The Very Famous Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation, Mugen Pro-Wrestling, and The One and Only... MPW... the E-Fed that was... originally going to be the end of his career... the main reason he even bothered to try the E-Fed scene out in the first place was because of not only pure intrigue and curiosity... but also because he wanted to bring with him his very own ideas for the scene all together! Ideas that would spark up and show the entire world... no... the entire Multiverse! His pure imagination, creativity, enjoyment, love for his craft, and so many more things that he wanted to show everyone... but unfortunately... he let his rage get the best of him... and when he was given a second chance as an owner of a developmental brand of a brand new E-Fed that was still in the works... he fucked that up too... completely betraying and destroying any kind of chance that he could even muster at trying to make amends with the ones he called his friends... and he was really sorry too... but unfortunately for him... it was already too late... he will always be known by everyone as...* ***a failure...*** *and as the mysterious hooded figure looked around at the ruins of the old arena, from the venders that were going to sell some food, merchandise, and many other forms of things that they could sell, to the elevators that were (Some-fucking-how) still working, to the backstage area where everyone would have fun, tell stories, and sometimes cause a little bit of trouble just to set some rivalries going. To even the ring itself... he stood in the middle of the entrance ramp just... starring... at the ring... as if it was.... calling to him... he then walked down the ramp to get a closer look at the ring itself... it was... he couldn’t even describe it... this... feeling... that was plaguing him for God knows how long... and as he was close to the front of the ring... he simply placed his hand on the side of the mat itself as tears slowly dripped down onto the mat as if he was mourning the loss of this once brand new E-Federation that was only a forgotten memory to most... it was just-*
???: HEY!
*The figure turned around to see that two nightguards of this once abandoned arena saw him and had their guns drawn out and pointing straight at his back... waiting to fire at any moment...*
Guard 1: Put your hands up NOW!
Guard 2: and turn around slowly...
*He simply did as what they told him to as he just seems to stare at them? It's kinda hard to tell with the hood covering his face in shadows*
Guard 1: WHO IN THE EVERLIVING FUCK ARE YYOU SUPPOSE TO-
*The second guard quickly elbow checks the first guard and says to him*
Guard 2: hey bro we’re supposed to be calm about this, ok? You're ruining this for us...
Guard 1: right my bad! Sorry bro...
*The guards quickly point their guns at the hooded figure as the second one decides to speak up towards the hooded figure*
Guard 2: Show yourself you coward!
*The figure simply removes his hood to reveal that it’s... none other than... Owen Hawley Himself! The guards just stood there in shock as they quickly put away their guns as they hastily welcome Owen Back into the building as Owen simply just tells them*
Owen Hawley: you can stop that now... anyways... let’s get this show back up and running... shall we?
Guard 1: of course! Should we bring back the old superstars that you wanted to include sir?
Guard 2: yeah Yeah! That's a great idea! We should totally do that I'll call the no-
Owen: NO!
*Owen says loudly enough for the arena to echo a little bit as he calms down a little bit and says*
Owen: .... no... let’s not do that... let’s actually use people who never really had a chance in the E-Fed scene for quite a while now... here’s a list of who to bring... get them all... now!
Both Guards: YES SIR!
*They shout out as they quickly runs back up the ramp to get the people he suggested as he simply turns over towards the camera and says to you guys*
Owen: We’re Baaack...!