Post by Slayne on Dec 8, 2021 12:32:06 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
RING NAME: Kurtis Slayne
(Application completed and submitted by Gideon Marx, personal attorney for Mr. Slayne.)
(Application completed and submitted by Gideon Marx, personal attorney for Mr. Slayne.)
NICKNAME(S): Mr. Slayne prefers the nickname of “The Bastard”, but he has also been referred to as “The Sadist” in some circles.
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT: 207
DATE OF BIRTH: Mr. Slayne was reportedly born on our nation’s birthday, the Fourth of July, in the year 1998
HOMETOWN: Allentown, Pennsylvania
RESIDING FROM: While Mr. Slayne was born and resides in Allentown, Pennsylvania, he would like it to be known that he holds no allegiance to his fellow natives of that fine city.
PREFERED BRAND: Project: Underground
PREFERED BRAND: Project: Underground
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
There is nothing flashy about the way Mr. Slayne chooses to dress. In the ring he wears simple black pants tucked into black leather boots, strapped around the ankles and calves. Other than that, he simply competes with both wrists and hands wrapped in white athletic tape. Mr. Slayne has also been known to experiment with various types of face paint, usually portraying skulls or similar gothic imagery. Outside of the ring and when he makes his entrance, Mr. Slayne wears a hooded black vest, which remains unfastened in the front. With his short-cropped hair nearly white and his ice-blue eyes, Mr. Slayne’s choice of wardrobe presents him in a stark contrast of lights and darks.
There is nothing flashy about the way Mr. Slayne chooses to dress. In the ring he wears simple black pants tucked into black leather boots, strapped around the ankles and calves. Other than that, he simply competes with both wrists and hands wrapped in white athletic tape. Mr. Slayne has also been known to experiment with various types of face paint, usually portraying skulls or similar gothic imagery. Outside of the ring and when he makes his entrance, Mr. Slayne wears a hooded black vest, which remains unfastened in the front. With his short-cropped hair nearly white and his ice-blue eyes, Mr. Slayne’s choice of wardrobe presents him in a stark contrast of lights and darks.
PIC BASE: Darby Allin
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
THEME SONG: “Chop Suey (Covered in the style of Ghost)” by Anthony Vincent
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION (OPTIONAL):
The arena is plunged into darkness as the first sounds of organ music begin to play. As the electric guitar joins in, a pair of white spotlights scan around the crowd, eventually moving to the entranceway. The lights crisscross until they reach the entrance and fall upon a lone figure, their head bowed forward and covered by the hood of their sleeveless black vest. His hands rest at his sides, but the sharpened silver ring that covers his left index finger cannot be ignored. The music suddenly cuts away as the opening lyrics echo in a Capello, and the figure keeps his focus on the ground at his feet.
“Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable”
The music rejoins the lyrics, at which time he raises his head to look at the ring in the distance. Methodically, he begins to walk toward it, maintaining his forward gaze no matter what the fans along the entrance way do or say.
“You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the altar?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In... My... Self-righteous suicide
I... Cry... When angels deserve to die”
He slides under the bottom ring rope and holds his body on the canvas, his torso raised as his palms press against the mat. He stares forward at the hard camera, revealing the skeletal paint that has been applied to the left side of his face. His pale blue eyes stare ahead, cold and emotionless.
“Ohhhhh, Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the altar?
You wanted to”
As the music slows but the lyrics continue, he pushes himself backwards on his hands and knees until he reaches the corner of the ring. He presses himself to a standing position against it, before turning and stepping onto the second turnbuckle.
“I don't think you trust
In... My... Self-righteous suicide
I... Cry... When angels deserve to die
In, my, Self-righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die”
When the song begins to speed back up with the return of electric guitar, he reaches up with his left hand and pulls back his hood, simply staring at the fans without gesturing to them or giving them a hint of emotion. He then brings his hand to his chest as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. There is almost an aura of ecstasy about him as he runs the silver finger ring across his bare flesh, creating a self-inflicted cut that drips streaks of crimson down his torso. At that moment, the two white spotlights turn to a deep shade of red, one remaining upon him as the other multiplies into many and they dance over the audience.
“Father (father)
Father (father)
Lucifer (Lucifer)
Satan (Satan)
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
When the song reaches its conclusion, he steps back down to remove his vest and the crimson-tainted finger ring, before resting his forehead on the top turnbuckle, content to remain in that position until the opening bell has rung.
The arena is plunged into darkness as the first sounds of organ music begin to play. As the electric guitar joins in, a pair of white spotlights scan around the crowd, eventually moving to the entranceway. The lights crisscross until they reach the entrance and fall upon a lone figure, their head bowed forward and covered by the hood of their sleeveless black vest. His hands rest at his sides, but the sharpened silver ring that covers his left index finger cannot be ignored. The music suddenly cuts away as the opening lyrics echo in a Capello, and the figure keeps his focus on the ground at his feet.
“Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable”
The music rejoins the lyrics, at which time he raises his head to look at the ring in the distance. Methodically, he begins to walk toward it, maintaining his forward gaze no matter what the fans along the entrance way do or say.
“You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the altar?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In... My... Self-righteous suicide
I... Cry... When angels deserve to die”
He slides under the bottom ring rope and holds his body on the canvas, his torso raised as his palms press against the mat. He stares forward at the hard camera, revealing the skeletal paint that has been applied to the left side of his face. His pale blue eyes stare ahead, cold and emotionless.
“Ohhhhh, Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the altar?
You wanted to”
As the music slows but the lyrics continue, he pushes himself backwards on his hands and knees until he reaches the corner of the ring. He presses himself to a standing position against it, before turning and stepping onto the second turnbuckle.
“I don't think you trust
In... My... Self-righteous suicide
I... Cry... When angels deserve to die
In, my, Self-righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die”
When the song begins to speed back up with the return of electric guitar, he reaches up with his left hand and pulls back his hood, simply staring at the fans without gesturing to them or giving them a hint of emotion. He then brings his hand to his chest as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. There is almost an aura of ecstasy about him as he runs the silver finger ring across his bare flesh, creating a self-inflicted cut that drips streaks of crimson down his torso. At that moment, the two white spotlights turn to a deep shade of red, one remaining upon him as the other multiplies into many and they dance over the audience.
“Father (father)
Father (father)
Lucifer (Lucifer)
Satan (Satan)
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands
Why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken me
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
When the song reaches its conclusion, he steps back down to remove his vest and the crimson-tainted finger ring, before resting his forehead on the top turnbuckle, content to remain in that position until the opening bell has rung.
CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION (OPTIONAL):
WRESTLER’S IN-RING INFO
CHARACTER DISPOSITION: Choose from options below:
CHAOTIC EVIL
TENDENCY TO CHEAT: Choose from options below:
OFTEN
MOTIVATION TO COMPETE: Delete all that DO NOT apply:
PUNISHMENT; Mr. Slayne enjoys inflicting as much pain as possible to his opponents and at times, himself.
OTHER; REVENGE; Mr. Slayne hopes to tarnish the name of the father who abandoned him and the half-brother who prides himself on perpetuating their father’s false legacy. In short, he hopes to take the business they love and turn it into something sick and twisted that more closely resembles himself. His words, not mine.
GIMMICK: While Mr. Slayne has not been forthcoming with much in the way of personal information, he claims that he does not portray a gimmick, but an extension of his true self. In reviewing what little footage I have been able to obtain regarding his in-ring work, the best description I am able to give is that he is, simply put, a soft-spoken sadist.
FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: Mr. Slayne excels in Death Matches, First Blood Matches, and No Holds Barred Contests.
LEAST FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: Matches under traditional rules are not Mr. Slayne’s forte, although he has stated that he will attempt to control his more base desires if forced into these types of contests.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: While this is not an admission of guilt, Mr. Slayne is known for wearing a silver full-length finger ring, sharpened to a point on the end, on his way to the ring. If an opponent were to be punctured or cut open by this device, we assume that they have accepted all liability in regards to competing in such a potentially hazardous sport.
WRESTLER’S MOVE-SET
COMMON MOVES (10 MIN):
1. Series of elbow strikes
2. Short Arm Lariat
3. Snap German Suplex
4. Enzuigiri
5. Roaring Elbow
6. Triangle Choke with Joint Manipulation
7. Standing Wrist Lock with Joint Manipulation
8. Knuckle Press to the Temples
9. Reverse Neckbreaker
10. Aoi Shoudou - Cradle Lift into a Neckbreaker over the Knee
11. Snap DDT
12. Double Wrist Clutch Curb Stomp
13. Suicide Dive
14. Ripcord into a Single Arm DDT
15. Eye Gouge
16. Biting
17. Running Kick to the Face
18. Hammerlock Back Suplex
19. Neck Drop over the Top Rope, either as a Hot Shot or by dropping to the floor
20. Shoot punch, kick, elbow, headbutt combinations
SIGNATURE MOVES (3 MIN):
1. 'Karma’s Bitch'
Katahajime judo chokehold
2. 'Scream For Me'
Fujiwara Armbar with Joint Manipulation
3. 'F*ck You'
Ring Apron DDT
4. 'F*ck You Too'
Ring Apron Curb Stomp
FINISHING MOVES (3 MAX):
1. 'Bastard Bomb'
Joker Driver (For lighter opponents)
2. 'Eye For an Eye’'
V-Trigger, running/leaping knee strike
3. 'Self Righteous Suicide'
Corkscrew Shooting Star Press
BIOGRAPHY
While I have been unable to verify the following account, Mr. Slayne insists this retelling of his life is true: “I was born a bastard, the son of independent wrestling journeyman, Clive Darling, and a nameless whore who reveled in her drug addiction and promiscuity. I learned from a young age that being something the world didn’t want allowed me the freedom to ignore the expectations of society. I spent my formative years as I suspect most young boys do, torturing animals that happened to cross my path, contemplating the futility of life, and learning how to hurt others before they could hurt me.” Other than this brief account, Mr. Slayne has chosen to withhold additional information at this time. However, he has shown an aptitude for violence that one could only acquire through years of dedicated practice. I am currently unaware of any living family connections to which he holds dear, with the exception of his claim that Nathaniel “Indy” Darling is his half-brother, and there is no love lost regarding him on behalf of my client. Nor have I been successful in locating a social circle that supports him outside of his professional endeavors. While something of a common trope, it is my belief that Mr. Slayne appreciates a lone-wolf lifestyle, both in and out of the ring. How he came to develop his...idiosyncrasies, has yet to be fully uncovered.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS
Mr. Slayne believes that trophies are for the vain and that awards only further weaken the mental state of those with egotistical qualities.
SUPPORTING CAST
1. NAME: Gideon Marx, Attorney at Law
RELATION: Mr. Slayne’s personal attorney and agent.
(Don Callis)
2. NAME:
RELATION:
3. NAME:
RELATION:
1. NAME: Gideon Marx, Attorney at Law
RELATION: Mr. Slayne’s personal attorney and agent.
(Don Callis)
2. NAME:
RELATION:
3. NAME:
RELATION:
HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: Sav’s Best Bestie
PRONOUNS: Him, He, His
PRONOUNS: Him, He, His
EXPERIENCE: Too much.
HOW CAN WE CONTACT YOU?: You won’t. I’ll contact you.
ARE YOU ABLE TO WRITE MATCHES FROM TIME TO TIME?: No
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Just good luck.
WHAT'S YOUR FONT COLOR?: #C1ECFA