ATROPOS vs. VAN BIAFRA [Dark Match]

Some time ago, I looked out over the world of professional wrestling as it exists today, and what I saw was sameness. A sameness that permeated this sport down to its very core. I looked at various promotions and found that they were the same. I looked at various athletes and found that they were the same. I watched those athletes in the rings of those promotions and found them wrestling the same matches against the same opponents, over and over again. I watched those athletes interact on social media and watches the same voices speaking the same words and making the same arguments again and again and again. And most importantly, I looked out unto a sea of pro-wrestling fans, unknowingly poisoned by all of this sameness, and I saw the sadness that they didn't even know they were carrying with them, an invisible burden.

They are uninspired.

Physical combat as entertainment for the masses is as old as civilization itself. It has existed through the passing of the years to serve to inspire the people, to stir the passions and create a wellspring of emotion. We cheer our heroes, we boo our villains, and we are awed by the display of such beautiful violence.

But something has gone wrong.

The overabundance of sameness has muted these effects. The people now watch not because they are inspired by what they see, but rather they watch because they have always watched, they watch because it is what they do, what they have always done. They do not even realize that the thrill is gone. They think they are still seeing what they saw when they fell in love with our sport, all those years ago. And the athletes, driven now more by a need to be loved and respected by the masses than to inspire them, fall into the routine of this sameness as well, an endless cycle of promotion and competition with opponents who are locked into an identical cycle of repeating the same catchphrase laden promos, and putting on the same endless cycle of identical in-ring performances.

No more.

I've come to inspire, the way gladiators are meant to inspire, and I'm willing to pay and cost, inside or outside of that ring, to do so. I've chosen Elysium Pro as my battleground, and they have chosen 'The Hound Of Hell's Kitchen' Van Biafra as my first opponent. Here is the line in the sand, here is where the world finds out if I can start forward on the mission I have laid out as part of my plans.

This is where it begins.