Luchador Name:

El Hierro

Luchador Nicknames:

The Man in the Iron Mask
The Forgotten One
Nadie

Height:

5'9"

Weight:

237 lbs

Hometown:

Parts Unknown

Gimmick / Persona:

El Hierro wears no symbol of pride. His mask is a prison - an iron cage locking away a face, a name, and a past he cannot remember.

Brilliant and unnerving, he speaks with surgical precision - his words cutting deeper than his strikes. In the ring, nothing is wasted. Every slam is a demand. Every victory is a step closer to the truth.

He does not chase glory - he fights to reclaim the life that was stolen from him.

Catchphrase:

"When this is over... one of us will remember who I am."

Moveset & Wrestling Style:

Hybrid Lucha Libre / Strong Style - combines dangerous aerial manoeuvres with brutal mask-assisted strikes and slams.

Finishing Moves:

Ogun's Kiss (Mask-Assisted Diving Headbutt)

Bastille Day (Cartwheel Death Valley Driver)

Signature Moves:

Iron Curtain (Corkscrew Michinoku Driver)

Sword of Damocles (Suicide Dive DDT)

Helm Splitter (Twisting Missile Headbutt)

Ironfall (Reverse Hurricanrana)

Twist of Fate (Corkscrew Headscissors)

Taunts / Gestures:

Tracing his fingers over his mask as if searching for the memory of a face.
Standing on the middle turnbuckle and pointing to each word on his vest - top to bottom - as though demanding answers.
Falling to his knees after a hard-fought win - head bowed and hands raised to the sky - channelling his relentless search for himself.

Entrance Song Title:

'Iron Mask'

Ring Entrance:

The Temple sinks into suffocating darkness. Jagged spotlights slash through smoke as sparks crackle overhead. El Hierro emerges alone in a cold white glow and marches slowly, deliberately, unsettlingly. At ringside, he pauses, head cocked, silently scanning the crowd. Fingers scrape across the iron mask - reminding everyone of the prison he wears. He slides under the bottom rope, crawls into the corner, and sits against the turnbuckle, waiting.

Backstory:

No one knows who El Hierro truly is. There is no record of his name, his family, or the life he once lived. He awoke one day, his face sealed behind an iron mask. It was the first moment he could call his own a memory.

He remembers nothing of the world before the mask, and no clues have ever surfaced as to why it was placed upon him - or by whom. Some say that he was disfigured by a cruel accident or the caprice of fate. Others claim his face conceals a secret so dangerous, so powerful, that revealing it could change the lives of those around him if ever revealed.

But El Hierro does not dwell on speculation. He searches - and that search has led him to OSW. Every match, every opponent is part of a relentless quest to find someone - anyone - who can shed light on his past.

Years of wandering and fighting have brought him to The Temple - a crucible for those who seek power, glory, or redemption. For El Hierro, it is a place to start again. A chance to hunt down those who imprisoned him and uncover the key that hides his true identity.