MANNFRED CURZE
BRAWLING WRESTLER
MANNFRED CURZE
BRAWLING WRESTLER
Name | Mannfred Curze |
Arcadia Designation | The Night Haunter |
Height | 6'6 |
Weight | 230lbs |
Catchphrase | “Justice is death, death is justice.” |
Entrance Song | Threnoi by Deuteronomium |
Other Aliases | The Horror |
BIOGRAPHY
WHO ARE THEY?
He was abandoned in the deepest, darkest, crime infested part of Arcadia. Muderer, rape and violence were normal, and the screams unbearable.
Once Kurze was old enough to fight, he did. Any criminal would be butchered, and his body displayed as a warning to others. Eventually he got a several block radius peaceful, the only screams now were of criminals he’d butcher.
Using their pain, and their bodies, as warnings to others to leave his region alone.
ENTRANCE
HIT MY MUSIC!
As the opening strums of Threnoi by Deuteronomium the arena falls black and a fog rolls in.
A light hits the entry way where Mannfred slowly rises out of the darkness, his cold dead eyes barely acknowledging those around him.
He slowly moves towards the ring, shambling his way as if nobody is around. He makes his way up the stairs, and climbs into the ring calmly as he turns to barely acknowledge what is going on around him.
CURZE’s
MOVE SET
WICKED PRAYER
CRUCIFIX BOMB LUNG BLOWER
BAPTIZED IN FILTH
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER
BEYOND THE GRAVE
TOMBSTONE STRETCH
DIVINE DARKNESS
TOP ROPE FRONT FLIP LUNGBLOWER
ATTRIBUTES
BRAWLING WRESTLER
RECORD
WINS, LOSSES AND DRAWS
ACHIEVEMENTS
– REWIND CHAMPION (X1)
ON THE MIC!
THE BOTTOM LINE!
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