Post by Jonathan Sanders on Sept 6, 2021 3:19:39 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
RING NAME: Jonathan Sanders
NICKNAME(S): "The Lost Cause", "The Snake of Eden", "The Outsider", "The Messiah of the Damned", "The Horseman of Plague"
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 185 lbs.
DATE OF BIRTH: 02/14/1993
HOMETOWN: Toronto, ON CA
RESIDING FROM: The Darkest Corner of Your Mind
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
PIC BASE: Spencer Charnas of "Ice Nine Kills"
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
THEME SONG: "Blood Pigs" by OT3P
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION (OPTIONAL): "Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts (a la classic CM Punk), a black t-shirt (usually his own merch or a band shirt) and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there he'll peel off the shirt, discard it haphazardly, then make his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven as he awaits his opponent, grinning his sardonic grin all the while. If entering second, he'll still do this, glaring defiantly as if daring them to make the first move.
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts (a la classic CM Punk), a black t-shirt (usually his own merch or a band shirt) and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there he'll peel off the shirt, discard it haphazardly, then make his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven as he awaits his opponent, grinning his sardonic grin all the while. If entering second, he'll still do this, glaring defiantly as if daring them to make the first move.
WRESTLER’S IN-RING INFO
CHARACTER DISPOSITION:
Ruthless Heel
TENDENCY TO CHEAT:
Sometimes
MOTIVATION TO COMPETE:
Punishment; you just want to inflict as much pain as possible to everyone
GIMMICK: Jonathan Sanders is a deeply-disturbed, tortured man with a dark and traumatic past. A child of abuse and neglect, he has seen the failings of the system and the grim reality of the world up close and personal, and found the best way to ease the pain and darkness he constantly feels inside is to turn them outwards, and make the rest of the world finally hurt as much as HE does.
FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: Any variety of deathmatch.
LEAST FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: N/A
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Barbed Wire and Blades
WRESTLER’S MOVE-SET
COMMON MOVES (10 MIN):
1. Dropkick (Many variations - Moonsault, Shooting Star, Springboard, Top Rope, etc.)
2. Float-Over Reverse DDT (typically transitions into "Dopamine Deficiency" signature move)
3. Hurricanrana
4. Tornado DDT
5. Spinning Elbow (R-Truth style)
6. Asai Moonsault (always to the outside a la Ultimo Dragon)
7. Springboard Enzuigiri
8. Roll-through Cross Armbreaker
9. Standing 450 Legdrop (Targets the throat specifically)
10. Springboard Crossbody
11. Various springboard/diving moves; he's very much an innovative "emotional hardcore"-style high-flyer and it shows.
12. Flying Double-Kneestrike
13.Top-Rope Handspring Double Foot Stomp (usually aims for the arm or throat)
14. Top- or second-rope Avalanche Codebreaker, usually busted out as an out-of-nowhere counter to an opponent's attempted diving move
15. Springboard Arm-Drag Takedown into Fujiwara Armbar
16. Shooting Star Plancha (to the inside or outside, doesn't matter)
17. Beyond that, just a plethora of painfully-stiff strikes and violent techniques such as eye gouges, biting, stamping on fingers, etc. to show off his brutal sadistic streak.
2. Float-Over Reverse DDT (typically transitions into "Dopamine Deficiency" signature move)
3. Hurricanrana
4. Tornado DDT
5. Spinning Elbow (R-Truth style)
6. Asai Moonsault (always to the outside a la Ultimo Dragon)
7. Springboard Enzuigiri
8. Roll-through Cross Armbreaker
9. Standing 450 Legdrop (Targets the throat specifically)
10. Springboard Crossbody
11. Various springboard/diving moves; he's very much an innovative "emotional hardcore"-style high-flyer and it shows.
12. Flying Double-Kneestrike
13.Top-Rope Handspring Double Foot Stomp (usually aims for the arm or throat)
14. Top- or second-rope Avalanche Codebreaker, usually busted out as an out-of-nowhere counter to an opponent's attempted diving move
15. Springboard Arm-Drag Takedown into Fujiwara Armbar
16. Shooting Star Plancha (to the inside or outside, doesn't matter)
17. Beyond that, just a plethora of painfully-stiff strikes and violent techniques such as eye gouges, biting, stamping on fingers, etc. to show off his brutal sadistic streak.
SIGNATURE MOVES (5 MAX):
1. "Shot of Serotonin"
Stiff-as-fuck Pele Kick
Stiff-as-fuck Pele Kick
2. "Cry for Help"
Springboard Shiranui
Springboard Shiranui
3. "Dopamine Deficiency"
Octopus Stretch/Dragon Sleeper Combo
Octopus Stretch/Dragon Sleeper Combo
4. "Suicidal Tendencies"
Tope Con Hilo/Suicida
5. "Downward Spiral"
Satellite Headscissors Takedown
FINISHING MOVES (3 MAX):
1. "Total Eclipse of the Soul"
Corkscrew Moonsault (performed from absolutely anywhere)
Corkscrew Moonsault (performed from absolutely anywhere)
2. "The Great Depression"
Anaconda Vice
BIOGRAPHY
Throughout the entirety of human history, including all that is yet even to be, there exists no greater ball of rage and hatred than the monster called Jonathan Sanders. Born unto an alcoholic, abusive father and a mother too timid to oppose, Sanders has led no easy life. His earliest memories are dark, bitter things, full of the pain and terror which would come to define his entire adult life. Through all the pain and torment, however, there was a single shining light: professional wrestling. John loved wrestling, finding solace in the larger-than-life characters and dramatic storytelling during his more-difficult periods of strife, and falling deeply in love with the idea of the business. It should come as no surprise, then, that the first place he went after running away at the age of 16 was the local wrestling academy. Training was incredibly taxing on Sanders' mind as well as his body, the mounting stress of being left to forge his own path ahead with no alternative only serving to exacerbate his existing emotional issues. Still, he was able to keep his demons in check and finally break into the business just two years later at the ripe old age of 18. Working a variety of small, independent federations through North America for quite some time in his early years, John found virtually no success, his mental health worsening with each defeat but never quite boiling over. It wasn't until he finally started seeing some exposure, landing a gig in the lower-midcard of a nationally-syndicated promotion, that things really grew dire. Sanders' seemingly-insurmountable losing streak continued until finally he started no-showing events, failing to turn up for three incredibly important matches in a row. When fans finally DID see him again, he was sporting a new look, wearing all black, sporting "guyliner" with a fringe and the Japanese kanji for "Pain" tattooed down the back of his neck, and calling himself "The Lost Cause".
This darker tone extended to more than just Jonathan's fashion sense, as his in-ring work began to take on a rougher, more sadomasochistic bent as well. Jonathan seemed no longer content to simply WIN matches, but sought to inflict as much agony as possible on his opponents as well as himself. Utilizing anything and everything at his disposal, with little regard for his own physical wellbeing, Jonathan Sanders has one goal when he steps between the ropes: to make the entire world hurt as badly as he does. Think Darby Allin meets PAC; an incredibly daring, suicidal high-flyer with a mean, mean brutal streak and some technical skill to back it up.
Embracing the darkness he has fought so long to suppress, Sanders has finally given himself willingly to his demons, taking every ounce of self-loathing, sorrow and pain he felt based on his childhood traumas and losses in wrestling and directing them outwards. A being of surpassing nihilism, unrelenting anger and a supremely cynical mind, the self-styled "Outsider" delights in feeling pain as well as inflicting it, and he will not rest until everyone around him has experienced his torment.
Throughout the entirety of human history, including all that is yet even to be, there exists no greater ball of rage and hatred than the monster called Jonathan Sanders. Born unto an alcoholic, abusive father and a mother too timid to oppose, Sanders has led no easy life. His earliest memories are dark, bitter things, full of the pain and terror which would come to define his entire adult life. Through all the pain and torment, however, there was a single shining light: professional wrestling. John loved wrestling, finding solace in the larger-than-life characters and dramatic storytelling during his more-difficult periods of strife, and falling deeply in love with the idea of the business. It should come as no surprise, then, that the first place he went after running away at the age of 16 was the local wrestling academy. Training was incredibly taxing on Sanders' mind as well as his body, the mounting stress of being left to forge his own path ahead with no alternative only serving to exacerbate his existing emotional issues. Still, he was able to keep his demons in check and finally break into the business just two years later at the ripe old age of 18. Working a variety of small, independent federations through North America for quite some time in his early years, John found virtually no success, his mental health worsening with each defeat but never quite boiling over. It wasn't until he finally started seeing some exposure, landing a gig in the lower-midcard of a nationally-syndicated promotion, that things really grew dire. Sanders' seemingly-insurmountable losing streak continued until finally he started no-showing events, failing to turn up for three incredibly important matches in a row. When fans finally DID see him again, he was sporting a new look, wearing all black, sporting "guyliner" with a fringe and the Japanese kanji for "Pain" tattooed down the back of his neck, and calling himself "The Lost Cause".
This darker tone extended to more than just Jonathan's fashion sense, as his in-ring work began to take on a rougher, more sadomasochistic bent as well. Jonathan seemed no longer content to simply WIN matches, but sought to inflict as much agony as possible on his opponents as well as himself. Utilizing anything and everything at his disposal, with little regard for his own physical wellbeing, Jonathan Sanders has one goal when he steps between the ropes: to make the entire world hurt as badly as he does. Think Darby Allin meets PAC; an incredibly daring, suicidal high-flyer with a mean, mean brutal streak and some technical skill to back it up.
Embracing the darkness he has fought so long to suppress, Sanders has finally given himself willingly to his demons, taking every ounce of self-loathing, sorrow and pain he felt based on his childhood traumas and losses in wrestling and directing them outwards. A being of surpassing nihilism, unrelenting anger and a supremely cynical mind, the self-styled "Outsider" delights in feeling pain as well as inflicting it, and he will not rest until everyone around him has experienced his torment.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS
PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion (1 time; Feb. 2021-Present)
SUPPORTING CAST
1. NAME: Tyson Sykes
RELATION: ANTITHESIS Tag Team Partner
2. NAME: Dionysus
RELATION: Fellow ANTITHESIS member
3. NAME: Alexander Lyons
RELATION: Final ANTITHESIS stable-mate
1. NAME: Tyson Sykes
RELATION: ANTITHESIS Tag Team Partner
2. NAME: Dionysus
RELATION: Fellow ANTITHESIS member
3. NAME: Alexander Lyons
RELATION: Final ANTITHESIS stable-mate
HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: Josh
AGE: January 16th, 1993, though I don't see how that's relevant
EXPERIENCE: Probably since about 2006/07
TWITTER HANDLE: Don't @ me, I barely use Twitter anyway
ARE YOU ABLE TO WRITE MATCHES FROM TIME TO TIME? No, sorry.
DO YOU GFX OR MAKE VIDEOS? Nope!
HOW DID YOU FIND US? Referred by a friend, here for the tag tourney
WHAT'S YOUR FONT COLOR? I believe it's called "DarkSlateGrey". The code is "505056".