Blackhand Moretti

Luchador Nicknames:

The Mobster, The Boss, The Black Hand of OSW, The Don of Destruction

Height:

6’3

Weight:

250lbs

Hometown:

New York City, New York

Gimmick / Persona:

Powerful Brawler | Mafia Enforcer | Ruthless Shot-Caller

Blackhand Moretti wrestles like a man who believes the ring belongs to him by birthright. He doesn’t posture like a luchador—he collects debts. Every punch, headbutt, and slam is delivered with intent, not flair. His persona blends:

•    Old-school New York street violence
•    Mob boss authority
•    Cold, methodical brutality

Moretti doesn’t need speed—he cuts the ring in half, corners opponents, and forces them to fight his kind of match. He thrives on intimidation and inevitability. Once you’re marked, the outcome feels preordained.

He rarely panics. Even when hurt, he smirks—as if daring his opponent to try again.

Catchphrase:

“Everybody pays… one way or another.”

“Sleep wit’ the fishes.”

Moveset & Wrestling Style:

Powerful Brawler

Finishing Move:

Sleep Wit’ The Fishes (Clothesline From Hell)

Signature Moves:

Omerta (Big Boot)

Whacked (Spinebuster)

I.C.E (Curbstomp)

Concrete Shoes (Sit-Out Chokeslam)

Made Man (Short-Arm Lariat into a Standing Headbutt)

Taunts/gestures:

A slit across his throat with his thumb.

Entrance Song Title:

"Moretti's March"

Ring Entrance:

Backstory:

The son of infamous crime lord Don Lucky Moretti, Blackhand was raised in violence, loyalty, and silence. From a young age, he learned that power isn’t taken loudly—it’s enforced quietly.

When Don Lucky’s empire began to fracture, whispers spread through the criminal underworld:

Blackhand had been killed.

Others said he’d been exiled.

Some claimed he’d vanished bodies before vanishing himself.

The truth? Blackhand disappeared deliberately.

Fleeing New York under a cloud of blood and betrayal, Moretti resurfaced in Molvania, bringing with him two trusted enforcers—Freddy Fingers and Tony Knuckles. Together, they founded I.C.E. – The Italian Criminal Enterprise, setting up shop in Old School Wrestling.

In OSW, Moretti isn’t chasing fame—he’s expanding territory. Titles are leverage. Victories are warnings. Losses are unacceptable.

To the locker room, ICE isn’t a faction.

It’s a syndicate.