DESTRUCTO BOY
KAMIKAZE HIGH FLYING WRESTLER
DESTRUCTO BOY
KAMIKAZE HIGH FLYING WRESTLER
Name | Destructo Boy |
Arcadia Designation | The Kid |
Height | 5'9 |
Weight | 185lbs |
Catchphrase | “There’s no limits I won’t rise above” |
Entrance Song | 'Holding Out For A Hero' Bonnie Tyler |
Other Aliases | None |
BIOGRAPHY
WHO ARE THEY?
A white dude who thinks he’s black, Drexl talks in Ebonics, wears his hair in dreads, and struts around like the big I am. He makes a living in Arcadia dealing drugs and pimping hookers.
He operates freely, with the APD turning a blind eye to his antics. In return, he grants them free favours to satisfy their cravings and urges.
Drexl intimidates those on the lowest levels, exploiting the weak-willed and making a pretty credit or two out of them. With a twisted demeanour and unfiltered penchant for violence, Drexl is a dangerous man who should never be slighted.
ENTRANCE
HIT MY MUSIC!
“Holding Out For a Hero” hits the arena as the crowd begin to go wild for the arrival of their hero.
Destructo Boy slowly walks out onto the ramp, closing his eyes as he soaks in the cheers for a single moment, a slight smile and content washing over his face before he breaths deep, focus in his eyes as he rushes forward.
DB rushes up the stairs to the stage, swinging the sword wildly over his head as it turns into a whip, wrapping around the top rope before sending him flying forward, over the top rope and into a forward roll.
Destructo Boy looks out to the stands as he smiles once more before placing his weapon at ringside and focusing in on the match at hand.
DESTRUCTO’s
MOVE SET
FINAL SPIRIT
FLASH ROCK BOTTOM
SHINE SPIKE
BACKDROP DRIVER
JUSTICE GRENADE
630 SENTON
IMPACT BREAKER
RUNNING CORKSCREW HEADBUTT
OMEGA BLASTER
SPINNING WATERWHEEL FACEBUSTER
ATTRIBUTES
KAMIKAZE HIGH FLYING WRESTLER
RECORD
WINS, LOSSES AND DRAWS
ACHIEVEMENTS
– TO FOLLOW….
ON THE MIC!
THE BOTTOM LINE!
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