The ring inside the training facility shook from the impact, and all the wrestlers practicing their professional wrestling skillsets stopped to listen to the blood-curdling scream.

“What the hell did you just do?!” a trainer shouted as he watched the stout man with a mohawk stand over his sparring partner with a twisted face.

The wrestler snarled down at his injured opponent.

“That’s what you get for using my locker!”

“VIOLENCE!” the trainer yelled in anger.

A rush of wrestlers and other trainers climbed into the practice ring and attended to the injured man. With a huff, Violence shook his head in contempt and climbed out.

As he packed his belongings into a gym bag, the head trainer chased after him.

“Unacceptable, man! I brought you in here to smooth out your edges, give the rest of the guys a test, but that was over the line! What the hell was that move, anyways!?”

Violence rolled his eyes and turned to face the gym’s owner and lead instructor.

“Listen, dipshit. I had a new move I wanted to test out. Something special. The little bitch over there both a) had it coming after stealing my locker and b) was the perfect guinea pig based on his size.”

The screams of the injured man began to evolve into moans of agony. Out of the corner of his eye, Violence could see a first aid kit being opened and another wrestler on his cell phone calling emergency services.

The head trainer continued to berate the facility’s top wrestler.

“Enough! You’re out of here, Violence! And I’m going to let every promoter within a thousand miles of Calgary know that you’re TOXIC!”

With a huff, the trainer hustled away to check on the injured wrestler while Violence finished packing his bag and left.

Three months later, Violence found himself wrestling for Main Event Wrestling, a promotion based out of Atlanta, Georgia. It was well outside the thousand-mile circumference with which the trainer had made good on his word and warned all reachable wrestling organizations.

The fans at the show, Main Event Madness, which was live on pay-per-view, half covered their eyes while Violence lifted his opponent onto his shoulders.

His opponent, Dandy Dan, was practically unconscious at this point and completely unable to guard himself from what was to come.

Violence threw Dandy Dan’s body out over his shoulders into an inverted position, and the crowd cried out in horror at the impact. Several of the show’s attendees began to wretch and vomit onto the floor in front of their seats.

The event’s television announcers exclaimed in shock at what they had witnessed and profusely apologized to home viewers for the grotesque display of wrestling.

“That’s not wrestling, ladies and gentlemen! From everyone at Main Event Wrestling, we are sincerely sorry for letting you witness this!” screamed the play-by-play commentator.

One week after the event, Violence received a phone call from Main Event Wrestling’s promoter.

“Violence, I wish I could say this bothers me, but I won’t. All you’ve done since you joined was cause problems, and now I have the FCC on my ass threatening to take us off the air!”

The Asshole From Alberta didn’t respond but continued to listen.

“Fortunately, I was able to talk them out of it by promising to fire you.”

Before Violence could hang up, the promoter made one last comment.

“The FCC did guarantee one thing: no matter where you go after this, that move is officially banned from broadcasting. If you keep using it, they will demand whoever your promotion is to completely pixelate it or blur it out whenever you pull it off. And for god’s sake, I hope you never use that move again!”

It was at that point that Violence hung up and snarled to himself.

That move was now engrained within him, it reflected himself, and he would never give it up.