Luchador Name:

Mr. Grimm

Luchador Nicknames:

The Pale Rider

The Reaper

Death Himself

Height:

6'3"

Weight:

275lbs

Hometown:

The Grave

Gimmick / Persona:

A supernatural being who collects the souls of the damned. A specter of death itself riding a motorcycle from place to place performing his duty, an inevitability you simply can't avoid.

Catchphrase:

"You can't outrun the Reaper."

"Death comes for us all."

Moveset & Wrestling Style:

Brawler / Striker

Finishing Move:

Soul Harvester - A High Powered Clothesline hit from anywhere in any form. Prefers Discus, Superman, Springboard, and From Hell variants.

To The Grave - Chokeslam

Signature Moves:

Last Rites - Butterfly Brainbuster

Cold Embrace - Camel Clutch

Natural Causes - Diving Headbutt

Death's Door - A Skull Laden Headbutt

Memorial Service - German Suplex

Taunts/gestures:

• Drags his thumb across his throat to signal his finishers.
• Closes the eyes of his opponents before a pin.
• His motorcycle engine will rev ominously at ringside.

Entrance Song Title:

Ride With Mr. Grimm

Ring Entrance:

The arena goes dark, an eerie fog filling the ringside to hushed murmurs before the ominous rev of an engine announces Mr. Grimm's arrival.

"Ride With Mr. Grimm" follows the revving, blaring through the arena speakers.

He rides his motorcycle through the entrance doors. Wisps of souls wicking off of him as he drives the Pale Rider around ringside, only stopping as he arrives at the steel steps, ascending them into the ring and taking his corner.

Backstory:

Adorned in a helmet made out of a skull, Mr. Grimm was considered as nothing more than a myth until he arrived in OSW. The people speak of him as an omen, the embodiment of death itself appearing atop an iron steed simply called the Pale Rider. It has been said that to hear the revving of the Pale Rider's engine is to know that your time has finally come.

No one is quite sure where he came from, but he claims himself to have no malice in his actions. He's an inevitability, a fact of life. Death is something that no man, woman, or child can ever truly escape.

May God have mercy on those who hear the rumble of his motor.

Because Mr. Grimm will not.