Post by V on Jun 19, 2020 22:11:28 GMT -5
NICKNAME: V, Donnie, Tarzan, Beast, Mal, Lincoln, Five, Oudeis, like everyone who's close to him makes up one so how much time do you have...
AGE: 37 (11/05/1981)
WEIGHT: 240 lbs.
HOMETOWN: SoHo, NYC
PICTURE BASE: Jon Bernthal I guess.
PREFERRED BRAND: Sanatorium
PERFORMER NAME: V
ALIAS: This would be the kind of file that has its own drawer in the file cabinet.
ALIGNMENT: Another writer once put it as "more morally ambiguous than the entire cast of Breaking Bad weighed together." Generally doesn't kick the disadvantaged unless they're especially mouthy. His favorite targets are bullies, the rich, extreme braggarts (especially ones that didn't earn their accreditations), spooks, and any combo of the above. Cheating isn't viewed as anathema or amoral, but as playing a video game on easy mode... and he's already beat this game oh hard mode before. Any trophies won that way would just ruin the fun. If it's to save his or someone he cares about's bits, it doesn't even need thinking about. He'll also cheat if he has motivations superceding the match, such as if it's an excuse to get at someone he doesn't like in a sanctioned space. Really loves his headgames. If his ideal target is a heel, a good bout of Morality Limbo (how low can you go?) is a treat.
WRESTLING STYLE: Prison fighting learned first, then power moves mixed with a hardcore mentality. Later in his learning, he took on technical styled puroresu-- if he goes into more complex moves, that's the ticket. Rarely if ever leaves his feet. A decent person to look to for in-ring moves is current Lance Archer; the attitude suits, too.
RING PSYCHOLOGY (GIMMICK): Hard to sum. To simplify, one might say his persona and promo type is a lot Eddie Kingston and a little Randy Orton.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Absolute opportunist. In a situation where he's bringing something ahead of time, a SWAT-style battering ram. He knocked in a man's ribcage with one by chance in 2009 and has been enamoured ever since.[ Who knew something with as silly a name as "flail chest" could be so impressive?
PREFERRED MATCHES: Last Man Standing, No Holds Barred, less rules the better.
CRIME COMMITTED: Attempted murder, among a messy assortment.
HATED MATCHES: First Blood (it stops right as it starts to get fun). Strap, Dog Collar, Chamber-- anything confining (claustrophobic)
IN-RING APPEARANCE: Black cargo-type pants, black boots. Underneath, full kickpads with kneepads-- he's not exactly Jean Claude Van Damme, it's more to shore up surgically-reconstructed shins and tired knees. Taped left shoulder, both to shore up an old dislocation and to obscure a NSFW tattoo. Heavily taped left hand.
ENTRANCE THEME: ] Nothing More - Christ Copyright
Nothing More's 'Christ Copyright' assaults the loudspeakers. V walks to the fucking ring.
(no really that's how he's always wanted it written, fuck it, why not give into it.)
Swinging fisherman suplex
Elevated cradle neckbreaker
Violence Party-esque marathon forearm strikes
Gorilla clutch (Inverted cloverleaf)
FINISHING TECHNIQUES.[Two Maximum]
Rexall (fireman's carry into sitout reverse piledriver (Psychodriver, innov by Super Dragon))
He was born to a teenage hooker in SoHo, NYC back when that was still not a great neighborhood. She'd intended to put him up for adoption, but relented and kept him at the last minute, only to abandon him in a whorehouse a month later.
He was expected to become self-reliant as quickly as possible. By junior high, he'd started stealing clothes to keep up with his own growth spurts. It lead him into his own criminal pursuits of a more theft-related category. A few friends were made, this story isn't all low points. Mostly, though. One of those more-than-friends got murdered, not that the NYPD cared much at that point in time. For him, it lit a fire in his guts. That fire grew large enough to eat through the expectations and judgments of others, eat through happy and faith, eat through hope and ambitions and dreams. It would've taken all of him, if he hadn't found ways to vent it. Among those ways, there were basement-borrowing fighting rings, with bets and pots to win.
He wasn't very good at it, not at all. Less a pitbull, more of a bait dog. But as long as it kept him alive, he had all the time in the world to devote to learning how to do something he wasn't very good at. He started, slowly, to gather a flicker of potential at it, even.
It was about this time that another kind of fairy godmother stepped into V's life. In a back alley of his life, to be more literal-- one right outside one of those basement fights, which she'd witnessed. A deal was presented, one that'd open up unfathomable opportunity in his life to succeed at this, as a career. The last career that he'd have wished for as a child, but he was right in the midst of it now and odds were, nothing else this big was coming his way for the rest of his life.
Have you ever read the original fairy tales? Disney did a mindmelting amount of prettying up Hans Christian Anderson's version of those tales. Anderson did at least as much prettying up of the original word-of-mouth versions he'd heard. Fairies aren't... nice. They're not good creatures. They're locked to fulfill their vowed words, and that is as far as you can imagine trusting them, and even then... they've got centuries worth of learning how to phrase things as tactically as possible. This fairy of his, wrapped up in a red dress and swearing her resources to him over reeking dumpsters for only the price of control... owned his ass for years. He may have broken free in an act of unfathomable will, but... this creature that those modern-superstitious types would call a devil would never stop hounding his footsteps.
Not that it stopped him. He went pro. Then he went champion. The whole ride of strange pro wrestling fame traced from 1999 all the way to July 15th, 2016. That was the day he fought the last match that felt like it had anything new to offer him, and stepped out of the spotlight and into the shadows that were always more comfortable anyhow. He bought a gym in New York in his old neighborhood and set himself up to train the next generation more as something to do than anything. And quietly, he set himself up to help people in bad positions in life, people vulnerable to manipulative types like he was once upon a time, to something safer. Then one day he went a little too far on a pimp that was already in the crosshairs of the cops. The law doesn't like being one-upped, it seems...
Evolution21’s TV Champion
Evolution21’s X Division Champion
Evolution21’s World Heavyweight Champion (+ Triple Crown)
Hardcore Championship Wrestling’s Heavyweight Champion
Unleashed (The Circuit)’s Heavyweight Champion
Unleashed (The Circuit)’s Lightweight Champion (won from Sinnocence while holding the Heavyweight Championship; merged into the United Championship)
Platinum Dynasty Wrestling’s Platinum Championship
Sin City Wrestling’s Vegas Championship
ARE YOU ABLE TO WRITE MATCHES IN YOUR FREE TIME? eh?
HOW DID YOU FIND US? I been here a while now.