DAMIEN WOLFE
CHEATING WRESTLER
DAMIEN WOLFE
CHEATING WRESTLER
Name | Damien Wolfe |
Arcadia Designation | The Conservator |
Height | 5'10 |
Weight | 225lbs |
Catchphrase | “Budget cuts, pal!” |
Entrance Song | Nothing Personal by Night Riots |
Other Aliases | None |
BIOGRAPHY
WHO ARE THEY?
Arcadia’s “legal” expert, “best” accountant, and unrepentant asshole. Damien is a wolf in sheep’s clothing with a sharp tongue and unassuming appearance.
Damien has brown nosed his way into someone’s good graces being allowed to reside on mid-tier of Arcadia. However, he may have also pissed someone off as he finds himself here in this arena a far cry from what he’s used to.
His abilities though are a mystery as no one has ever seen him fight however with how much he runs his mouth no one has ever seen him with so much as a black eye.
ENTRANCE
HIT MY MUSIC!
The lights dim as the opening cords to Nothing personal by Night Riots plays out and the crowd instantly begins to boo.
We’re stars now, can’t you see?
The center of the world is lonely me.
Float along through the catacombs.
The endless cycle flesh to bones.
Damien Wolfe appears at the top of the entrance his face contorted into a gruff frown, as the song ramps up and begins to saunter to the ring.
I’ll be the king, you’ll be the filth I wash away!
Nothing personal, personal, personal!
I am the light, I am the truth, I am the way!
Nothing personal, personal, personal!
Upon reaching ring Damien pulls himself onto the ring apron and steps into the ring.
WOLFE’s
MOVE SET
THE STROKE
THE STROKE
STATUTORY DAMAGE
KNEE TREMBLER
MORE THAN A HANDFUL
SNEAKY LOW BLOW INTO A ROLL UP
SIEZED ASSETS
REGAL STRETCH WITH A BULLDOG CHOKE
JUSTICE IS BLIND
VICIOUS EYE RAKE
CIVIL FORFIETURE
FUJIWARA ARMBAR
DEATH SENTENCE
JOKER DRIVER
ATTRIBUTES
CHEATING WRESTLER
RECORD
WINS, LOSSES AND DRAWS
ACHIEVEMENTS
– TO FOLLOW…
ON THE MIC!
THE BOTTOM LINE!
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