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DREWITT
POWERFUL WRESTLER

Name

Drewitt

Arcadia Designation

The Explorer

Height

6'8

Weight

260lbs

Catchphrase

“I've seen it all twice but you sure ain't seen nothing like me”

Entrance Song

Blues Saraceno "Dogs Of War"

Other Aliases

The Fabled, The Pilgrim

BIOGRAPHY
WHO ARE THEY?

A mysterious traveller that some say has visited every section of every level in Arcadia.

He’s so mysterious that many Arcadians even doubt he exists and instead is a myth created out of old wives tales about sections of Arcadia that few have ever seen.

But now he is here in OSW alongside his trusty canine companion Colt – from the infamous Canine Help-Ranger In Service scheme – is it really true he has seen it all, and what exactly did he find out..?

ENTRANCE
HIT MY MUSIC!

DREWITT

The guitars of “Dogs of War” begin to play.

“Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm”

As the words kick in, Drewitt steps out into view.

“Hear the devil callin’Hear the devil callin’When I hear the devil callin’God will pay him for what he’s due”

Colt follows him out into view, and the pair slowly and methodically make their way towards the steps and up onto the stage area.

“See the fields burnin’See the fields burnin’When I see the fields burnin’‘Cause hell is coming through”

A single spotlight follows the two as they approach the ring.

“I can’t stop the Dogs of WarI can’t stop the dogs of War”

Drewitt signals for Colt to stay outside the ring, then slowly steps into the ring.

DREWITT’s
MOVE SET

ARDUOUS JOURNEY
CHOKESLAM

TRAVELLERS GAMBIT
BURNING HAMMER

SIGHTSEER
IMPACT DDT

SIC’ EM
COLT THE DOG ATTACKS THE OPPONENT AT DREWITTS COMMAND

ATTRIBUTES
POWERFUL WRESTLER

SPEED 0
POWER 0
AGILITY 0
RESILIENCE 0
TECHNICAL 0
HIGH FLYING 0
BRAWLING 0
TRICKSTER 0

RECORD
WINS, LOSSES AND DRAWS

ACHIEVEMENTS
– TO FOLLOW…

ON THE MIC!
THE BOTTOM LINE!

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