Your Name Chris
How Long Have You Been E-Fedding? 15 Years
E-Mail damienwinters2011@hotmail.com Your Wrestler's Pic Base Marilyn Manson
Your Wrestler's Name "The Forsaken" Damien Winters
Pro Wrestling Debut Unknown
Trained By Unknown
Alignment (Face/Heel) Heel
Short Bio Not much is known about Damien Winters, but there are rumors that he grew up in a wealthy family before getting into drugs and becoming increasingly violent in high school. According to speculation, Winters spent his final year of high school in a juvenile detention center after reportedly attacking a fellow student. He has never actually confirmed or denied this. Shortly after his release he fled to Mexico and many believe that is where he discovered wrestling, as they believe he wrestled under the mask of the superstar "El Muerto". Again, this has neither been confirmed or denied, but his style definitely has some lucha-libre aspects to it.
HT & WT 6'5" 250LBS
Age/Date of Birth 25 / December 31st, 1985
Other Accolades/Previous Titles Unknown
Entrance Music "7 Notes In Black" - High Contrast
Entrance Details "7 Notes In Black" begins to play throughout the area as the lights fade to a dim teal. A wall of falling teal pyro lights up the stage as Damien Winters slowly walks through it. He offers no acknowledgement towards the crowd and stares straight ahead during the entire walk down the ramp. He slowly rolls under the bottom rope as a similar wall of pyro engulfs the ring as well. He walks to the center of the ring ropes and stands on the first and second rope with his arms stretched out and head tilted down in an obvious mockery of the catholic religion. He jumps down and prepares for his match as the lights return to normal and pyro ceases.
Location/Place of Birth San Francisco
Fighting Style Luchadore/MMA/Hardcore
Finishing Move "Winter Wonderland"
(A springboard backflip. While in mid-air cathes his opponent with a reverse DDT.)
Signature Moves "Indecent Exposure"
(A judo style kick to the stomach after an irish whip. Usually a setup for finisher.)
"Clockwork"
(Crippler crossface)
"Drop of Blood"
(Apron-to-ring frontflip legdrop.)
Frequent Moves Dropkick
DDT
Bulldog
Facebuster
Sleeper Hold
High Knee
Sitout Powerbomb
Inverted Sitout Piledriver
Monkey Flip
Sunset Flip
Split-Legged Moonsault
Scissor Kick
Eye Rake
Choke
Bite
Sample RP .:A dark corridoor fades into view, dimly lit by half a dozen lights, each one creating a virtual stepping stone across this seemingly cement floor. At the end of the hallway is a wooden door with an elegantly carved gothic/mideivil design on it. As the camera slowly makes his way down the hallway, the door creaks open just a little. The camera man walks through the door visibly shaken with fear.:.
"Welcome."
.:A dark voice rings out. Almost fitting for the man that sits before you.:.
"Welcome to a new era."
.:This man, confortably sitting across what appears to be a throne, is slightly shrouded in shadows. He appears to be wearing a striped grey vest and pants with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing several tattoos and teal tie, a style almost reminiscent of 1940's Los Angeles.:.
"Welcome to a new regime."
.:The camera slowly zooms in on his face as he sits upright to look directly at it. The man is covered in white makeup with the exception of his dark red lips and eyelids to eyebrows that almost match his tie.:.
"The fun stops here."
.:His monochromatic eyes wince as a sneer takes over his previously emotion-less face.:.
"I know what you're thinking. Another freak coming around to try and scare us. My only response? Don't let the looks fool you kiddies."
.:The platinum caps on his teeth sparkle from the light above with every word.:.
"You see, me... I strive on violence. I feed off pain. Ever since I was a little boy, I've enjoyed been capitally punished, so much so in fact, that I did anything I could to get in trouble. From spankings to fist fights, I could never get enough."
.:A sick smile come accross his face.:.
"You may be wondering why I've decided to fight back."
.:His smile fading with every word.:.
"It's simple really... I've become tired... Tired of these games you people play. Not even with each other, but with yourselves. Every single one of you thinks he or she is "the best" or "the greatest". Well, unfortunately, that's just not the case. You see, you're no different then the versity quarterbacks, the prom queens, the fraternity brothers. They all thought they were better. Ask them what they think of Damien Winters now. Ask the quarterback why he never got that scholarship, ask the frat boys why there's more blood stains then beer stains in their basement, ask the prom queen why she had to get an abortion."
.:A sadistic chuckle turns into a scowl.:.
"The point is boys and girls, I, Damien Winters, take what I want, and right now, all I want is violence. The more the better. I want to see flesh being torn from a body. I want to hear a bone shatter as it's hit with a steel chair. I want to smell the fear as I stand over you. I want to tast blood on my lips. I want... To feel... Pain."
.:Damien bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes for a moment while breathing in quickly.:.
"Ladies and gentleman, there's a cold front coming. You may not feel it yet, but it's there. Winter is coming early."
.:A sadistic uncontrollable laugh takes you to black.:.
Are you willing/able to write a match from time to time? Possibly.
