As the music cuts in, pale blue lights strobe around and Sterling steps out onto the ramp, one trained directly down on him. Sleeveless black hoody pulled up and sunglasses covering his eyes, he looks all about into the stands and he slowly and methodically paces down toward the ring, unhurried. He flicks his arms out, stretching his shoulders and cracking his neck as he reaches the ring, nodding to himself and looking up high into the rafters as he peels away his hoody and sunglasses, taking a deep breath before leaping up onto the ring apron and leaping again over the top rope to take his place in the ring.
- Greenwich Mean Time [brainbuster suplex]
Sterling has exhausted most avenues in the sphere of combat sports, having competed in Olympic training camps and fighting for various organisations at the upper level, but never having cracked the ultimate tier. Along the way, he’s picked up a lot of skills and has, more recently, found ways to combine them and now believes he’s ready to show the EWA just what the next stage of the business’s evolution looks like!
* denotes a guest appearance in someone else’s RP