Luchador Corner
THE TEMPLE
Luchador Name:
Morcant Blacktide
Luchador Nicknames:
La Marea Muerta—The Dead Tide
La Sombra del Ancla—The Shadow of the Anchor.
Height:
6'2
Weight:
246lbs
Hometown:
The Great Deep
Gimmick / Persona:
A Supernatural Pirate cursed to take souls and bring them to the sea.
Catchphrase:
"Because no man escapes the deep.
No man outruns the tide.
And I am the tide."
Moveset & Wrestling Style:
Powerhouse
Finishing Move:
The Black Soulwake (Spinning Sit-Out Powerbomb)
The Soulbreaker (Bone Shattering Spinebuster)
Signature Moves:
Dead Reckoning (Clothesline From Hell)
Keelhauls Wrath (Face raked against the rope or ring apron)
Anchor Away (Seated Top Rope Shove. Morcant will sit his opponent on the top turnbuckle or top rope, before pushing them 'overboard' to the outside. For extra venom, this can be done standing, with both on the top rope, in which Morcant pushes his opponent violently off, demonstrating supreme balance.)
Fogbound (European Uppercut, often after being pushed into the air, but also from standing.)
Drowned King's Grasp (Falling Chokeslam)
Taunts/gestures:
Pointed Finger Guns, ala Kenny Omega
Entrance Song Title:
"The Phantom Tide"
Ring Entrance:
A deep, distant ship bell tolls once…
Then again.
Low fog begins to spill across the entrance, thick and rolling like a cold tide creeping inland. A faint creaking of wood and groaning hull timbers echo through the darkness.
A slow, ominous rhythm begins—heavy, pounding, and deliberate—like waves slamming against stone.
Cold blue-green lights flicker to life beneath the fog, moving as though refracted through deep water. The sound of chains dragging across the deck cuts through the air.
Then—
A thunderous crash of sound hits as Morcant Blacktide steps through the fog.
He moves slowly, methodically, shoulders squared, head slightly lowered—like something hauled from the ocean floor that does not need to rush.
The lights briefly strobe, revealing the silhouette of an anchor behind him on the screen—submerged, wrapped in chains, surrounded by drifting souls. The fog thickens as he begins his march to the ring, boots cutting through the mist like waves parting around a prow.
At ringside, he grips the ropes and pulls himself up with deliberate force, as if dragging himself onto a deck once more. He steps inside, slowly turning in a full circle, eyes locked forward.
The music fades—but the bell tolls one last time.
The Dead Tide has arrived.
Backstory:
Morcant Blacktide was once the most feared pirate to ever sail the seas during the Golden Age of Piracy. Where his black sails appeared, fleets burned, crews vanished, and the ocean itself seemed to turn against the living. He did not merely take gold—he took souls. His power grew so vast that even the lawless feared him.
In Nassau, pirates conspired in secret. Not for treasure—but for survival.
A mutiny was born aboard his ship, the Black Soulwake.
Steel rang against steel as the crew turned on their captain. The battle was vicious, feral, and soaked in blood. In the end, Morcant Blacktide was overthrown. But death was not enough for him. He was keelhauled, flayed by the hull of his own ship, then bound alive to an anchor and cast into the endless black below—left to drown in silence and pressure.
Hours later, when the anchor was hauled back aboard…
Morcant Blacktide was gone.
Soon after, sailors began to tell stories of a ghost ship stalking the fog. A vessel that moved against the wind. A ship crewed by the damned. At its helm stood a figure dragged from the depths, flesh cold as the abyss, eyes burning with hatred older than death itself.
Those who fell into the sea—sailors, pirates, and the drowned—were said to be seized by iron hands and dragged screaming into the deep. Their souls were claimed, bound to the Black Soulwake, cursed to row eternity beneath its deck.
Some named him La Marea Muerta—The Dead Tide.
Others whispered La Sombra del Ancla—The Shadow of the Anchor.
But all who have faced him know the truth.
Morcant Blacktide did not die.
He returned.
And now, he walks the land as he once ruled the sea—an executioner from the abyss, collecting souls one body at a time.
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