Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2014 6:53:17 GMT -6
Missouri State Wrestling was BOOMING. Talent from all across the United States was beginning to take notice of The Alternative, which left one man in particular eager for an opportunity. Having worked his way through the politics and nonsense, defying odds and working against the grain; "Solid" Stefan Wallace stood. Blessed with the grizzled features of a half-man, half-bear with tattoos for days, something about the way he carried himself made other people notice him. In a time where MSW was beginning to be overrun with a bunch of egomaniacs who wanted nothing more than to use the company as their personal crutch to further THEIR careers, you had the honorable type; guys like Daniel Smart and Peyton Von Licht who wanted to right those wrongs. But sometimes, in order to fight that untamed chaos, you need to throw a battle-tested, fearless S.O.B into the fight just to give those antagonists a taste of their own medicine. Unlike them though, Stefan Wallace didn't have any intentions to make MSW his bitch- instead, he wanted to join The Alternative and use it as a door to showcase what he could offer.
Professional Wrestling for some.... Was a business.
For others, Professional Wrestling was an outlet.
But for a guy like Wallace, it was a freakin' way of life, a passion... his one, true love.
A new name is being tossed into the battle for supremacy and it just so happens to be a- pardon the pun- a solid one, at that. A no-nonsense, hardworking bastard that had every tool in the book to be something in this industry, he was on his way to MSW and he was going to shine... he was going to defy the odds, just as he's done his whole career.
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"It's.. What I do."
A leather jacket pulled over his back, the scene opens up on "Solid" Stefan Wallace as he sat on his black and chrome Harley Davidson. He was leaned forward, his elbows was hanging off of the handlebars of the chopper as he had a black hood pulled over his head.
[|"Solid" Stefan Wallace|]: I've been keepin' an eye on EM- ES- Dubbya, and I've gotta say- man, the talent pool.. it's deep, I'm talkin' Atlantic Ocean deep. I wouldn't know where to start if I was to name off the guys and gals that's impressed me so far, but know for a fact, jack- you've got my attention. See... Pro Wrestlin' man, it's a way of life for me. I love it as much as I love my hot-rods and bikes... and that's a hell of a lot! When people look at me, they don't see a guy that's fully capable of rockin' the squared circle, instead they see a outcast 'cause I like to spend time as much time in the tattoo parlor that I do in the gym. But that's fine man, I've been doubted in the past... I don't expect that to change. Just know that... no matter the odds, it don't matter how bad things may be... MSW, I've gunnin' for an impact. Not just any ordinary impact, but I've got my eyes set on the richest prize in Missouri- hell, with the state of the industry... I'd reckon the UNITED STATES! It'll be a long journey as I don't expect handouts and earn what I get, but I've got a goal and there ain't no stoppin' me. I do this for the people that's been on my side since day one.."
Stefan slapped his forearm, signaling the people he spoke of was his blood.
[|"Solid" Stefan Wallace|]: My blood man, my blood. My family, my friends, the fans that support me-- that's who I do this for. In life, I've come to learn a few things, one of which is that I'm pretty damn good at kickin' ass and the other? Well-- it's being me. Sooner than later I'll be given the chance to show what I'm about and I can promise everyone, I ain't one of those mouthy types. I may be a man of few words, but MSW Fans... I'll bust my ass for you and let my actions speak for itself.
As advertised, Stefan Wallace has this magnetic draw about him as it was an odd mixture. He wasn't a loud man, yet the way he worded things showed that he definitely had the ability to flip a switch and show some intensity. He also had a certain cool factor going on that made him trustworthy, he was one of those guys that you went to high school with that graduated simply off of charisma. With a turn of a key, he started his Harley up and revved the engine a few times as smoke left the exhaust pipe.
[|"Solid" Stefan Wallace|]: I got a bit of advice for the guys that think they're hot-stuff, yeah man, enjoy it. Find some solace in the fact that you're runnin' around with your chest all puffed out, 'cause in life man, the tough guys are the ones that step up when they need to. It's the loudest guy in the room that's the weakest, and that goes for all you jackasses that like to stand, point and ridicule others for their misfortunes. Who the hell are you fools to be judgin' other people? In the end, we all bleed the same color, only difference is-- there's guys like me who DRAWS that blood from bastards who think they're judge, jury and freakin' executioner. Let's see how you like it when you've got two hundred and fifty two pounds of pure badass standin' in your way, PRAYIN' that you hit'em.
Revving his engine again, the Harley ROARED to life as Wallace reached up and pulled the skull mask over the lower portion of his face, protecting everything below his nose.
[|"Solid" Stefan Wallace|]: Talk is cheap though, I'll prove it soon enough. Every dog has it's day, and yours-- to those deceitful bastards in MSW...
Wallace held the brake of his Harley as he spun the throttle with his other hand, causing the motorcycle's back tire to spin out like CRAZY.
[|"Solid" Stefan Wallace|]: ... Your day is dawnin'... Believe that, jack.
Letting go of the brake which caused the torque of the bike to dart forward, "Solid" Stefan Wallace blasted into the night as nothing was left, aside of the bike's tail light which left a trail of sorts. As the bike continued off into the distance-- eventually disappearing into the night-- it seemed like a new combatant was ready to make his way into the ranks of Missouri State Wrestling, which was currently a hotbed for talent. How Stefan Wallace would translate into the promotion would be a sight, no doubt--- but the people he referenced must understand that he isn't a pushover and he isn't a guy that talks to hear himself speak. Stefan earned the moniker "Solid" after putting in years of work honing his craft, if there's one thing about the man you can believe--- it was that he stood for justice, and LOVED to dish out punishment to those who tried to break that code.