Nickname: Aka no Shi ["Red Death"]
Ht: 6'2" (188cm)
Wt: 205lbs (93kg)
Division: Light-Heavyweight/Heavyweight
Hometown: (origin) Los Angeles, CA (billed) Spook Town, USA
Alignment: 'Tweener
Gimmick: "dark" character, cocky, calculating, determined. Very unorthodox & has a fondness of drama. Can be a loose cannon & somewhat unpredictable.
(heel) Likes to be either the mysterious troublemaker or bloodthirsty sociopath.
(face) Shows drive, devotion & resiliency. "Young lion" with confidence & charisma.
Match Type Expertise: Hardcore, Cage/Cell, Ironman
Match Type Weakness: Submission
Weapon Expertise: Steel Chair
Appearance
In Ring
"138" is written in black marker down the right hand wrap.
Entrance Gear
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Promo/Backstage
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Movelist
Common:
clothesline takedown, european uppercut, elbow strikes, flying kick variations (enziguri, spinning heel, calf, etc), shining wizards, tiger bomb/suplexs, super kick, DDT variations, various corner strikes/attacks, high-flying/high risk/slingshot/springboard manuevers
Signatures:
* One Last Caress (Jumping Reverse STO; generally follows Alley Oop, but can hit from many setups & positions)
* Hybrid Moment (Shining Wizard into cornered opponent chained immediately into snap-variation Reverse STO)
* Static Age Leg Drop (Shooting Star Leg Drop; normally springboard, but will perform at higher elevations)
* Eerie Von Leg Drop (Corckscrew Somersault Leg Drop; i.e. Whisper in the Wind ending in legdrop)
* 3 Hits From Hell (spinning armbar followed by 2 pull-in lariats, into pull-in Shining Wizard)
* Muta Lock
* Jumping off crap
Weapon Signature:
Hollywood Babylon (Forward Russian Legsweep into chair)
Finishers:
1) Static Age Press (Springboard SSP)
2) 138 Driver (Quackendriver III)
or 138 Driver II (Quackendriver)
Tag/Faction
*Disciples of the Apocolypse w/ Jinx Hazard [P.A.W.]
D.O.A. Entrance Gear: A leather trench-coat. It form fits the torso, & billows around the legs. A custom leather druid's cowel has been seemlessly added. The initials D.O.A. are worked in on the back, in silver. The sleeves tapper at the ends, as to come over the back of the hands at a point. The Misfits Crimson Ghost skull, also done in silver, come down the lengths of the sleeves in a repeating pattern.
*Cult of Adrenaline w/ Jacob Griffin [E.W.A.]
Career Highlights
P.A.W. -- 1st ever Crimson King Champion
Tag Team Champions w/ Jinx Hazard (D.O.A.)
G.P.W.L. -- Creator of the Iron Wings Match/Championship
Iron Wings Champion
W.W.C.W -- Hardcore Champion
A.W.F. -- Hardcore Champion
Entrance
Theme: "Death Comes Ripping" [Misfits cover] by Wolfpack
Previous: "Mommy, Can I Go Out And Kill Tonight?" by The Misfits
The lights dim and begin flashing between green, purple, red & gold; fog machines flood the entrance platform.
As the drum rolls of "Death Comes Ripping" begin, a hooded figure comes bouncing out of the gloom. His eyes are on the floor, making it hard to see his face. He beats on his chest a few times, takes a final breath, and starts down the ramp at a brisk pace. His toned body bebops to the trudging guitars, shaking his arms & legs loose.
He pauses at the end of the ramp. Lifting his hood slightly, the visage of a painted on skull can be seen under the shadows. He takes this moment to look around the arena; his face completely emotionless.
With a bounding start he effortlessly springs up onto the outside apron. With both hands he violently shakes & bounces the top rope as he bangs his head in time with the music - both as a way to psyche himself/the crowd up and as a slight homage to the Ultimate Warrior.
With out warning he breaks from the rope, runs along the outer apron & leaps to the outside of the 2nd turnbuckle. In one fluid motion he bolts upright, leaning heavily over the ground below, and throws his hood back off his head. His skull-face stretches up towards the blinding lights above. His arms stretch outward, his fists clenched with intensity, imitating a cross.
"I'm home," he whispers under his breath, to nobody in particular.
His arms drop to his sides as he takes it all in, feeling the energy. The crowd roars as Krymzon Ghost looks down on them - shouting words of encouragement & thanks to fans; verbally abusing hecklers.
He steps over the top rope & drops into the ring, removing his entrance jacket as he does so. Just before his music fades out and the houselights come back up, he whips the jacket to an unseen fan out in the audience.
Casually, he leans back into his corner, waiting for the bell to ring; waiting for the next moment he can truly live again.
