Hey its occured to me that while I know most of you guys pretty well, most of YOU dont really know the CHARACTER "Damian Hex" I use in wrestling. So I figured I'd post this old entry I made AS Hex to let ya all get an Insight to the character and thus what I do:) Hope ya like it!
A night of reflection
spent the night walking the streets of this concrete graveyard reflecting upon how, even in this most forsaken of places, I do not belong. Looks of disdain followed me as I wandered into the crowd outside an "entertainment' facility...looks of fear from some elderly couples who had risked leaving the safety of their houses for a dinner out on the town...looks of hatred from strangers who have no reason to hate other than their own self loathing boiling to the surface. I do not belong to that world. I never did. I found my way down along the railroad tracks and came across a ragged man grown too old too quickly from his choice of beverage. He simply glanced up at me and extended a longnecked bottle in my direction. I declined his offering and continued on... It seems the only place I do belong anymore is within the confines of a combat zone some call a "ring". It is actually a prison from whitch I have no reason to escape. It is my home. Those who come to watch are my only family. I give them what they need...and in a strange way the give ME what I need. It is far from actual living....maybe that is a good thing.
Subject: Inside Damian Hex 
