Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 9, 2017 7:06:21 GMT
DAKOTA SMITH
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Dakota Smith
NICKNAME: The Butcher,
DATE OF BIRTH: 1/17/88
PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: 2005
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 240 lbs
BILLED FROM: The Depths of Hell
ALIGNMENT: Neutral-Heel
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Welcome To Hell" by Geno Cultshit
PICBASE: Jay Briscoe
TWITTER HANDLE: @fluckin_Dread
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
There was a point in time where you could call Dakota Smith the sickest fuck ever walking this earth, hell you could probably still call himself. But after a string of failures, Dakota has been forced to take a step back. reevaluate the way he looks at life, the way he perceive things. Some would say that he has calmed down, others say he is just laying in wait - a dormant monster, just watching...waiting.
APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
- Has the word " Fuck " Scarred into his forehead.
- Multiple other scars all across his body.
- A twitch to him.
- Dirty blonde hair, almost black.
- Scarred Eyebrows.
Mentionable Tattoo's:
- Pot-leaf on left breast.
- Homunculus symbol on right wrist, with flesh being torn showing pride eyes underneath going up his arm.
- " Only Posers Die " Across his shoulder blades. w/ "FUCK THE POLIICE" underneath.
- Children of the Corn inspired tattoo on his upper left arm
- " 666 " Across the left side of his ribcage.
- Heroin needle going into the back side of his right calf with " BOB" scratched into it.
- "Hakuna Matata" across the right side of his neck.
- " SLUMERICAN" starting at his right elbow stopping a little before his armpit.
- right side of his stomach being torn open showing marijuana underneath
- Al Capone and Prohibition inspired art on his left forearm
IN-RING GEAR:
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STYLE & MOVESET
WRESTLING STYLE: A vicious and violent brawler, using his limbs as if they were hammers bludgeoning away at his opponents body. There is often very little thought behind what he does - just snapping off moves, acting as nature intended. He's been wrestling for a long time, so he's not going in blind. He knows the game and how to play it, choosing to be more brutal than your average wrestler.
STANDING
German Suplex Into Turnbuckle/ropes/object
Drop Toe-Hold
Stiff, quick boot to the knee
Snapping Headbutt
Side Stepping Lariat (Usually done as a dodge to a strike)
Clubbing Forearms to the chest
Cut-Throat Neckbreaker
Chokeslam
Snapping Overhead Belly 2 Belly (Usually into ring corner)
Low Blows/Dirty Tactics
Snap Powerbomb
Stomach Claw
Multiple Knee Strikes to the body
Half Nelson Suplex
European Uppercut
Snap DDT
Various other overly violent actions (be creative)
GROUND
Double Foot Stomp
Single Leg Crab
Placing Foot Across Throat
Deadlift Chokeslam
Stiff Kicking or stomping to various parts of the body
Stepping on wrists/ankles, putting pressure on them
Running Senton
Various other overly violent actions (be creative)
RUNNING
Yakuza Kick
Body Block
Knee Lift
Headbutt
Discus Elbow
European Uppercut
AERIAL
Moonsault (Terry Funk Style)
Elbow Drop
Leg Drop
Senton
Suicide Dive
CORNER TURNBUCKLE
Knife edge Chops mixed with Elbow shots & Headbutts
Stiff Lariat
Sitting on the top rope and choking his opponent, lifting them up into the air.
Super Tiger Bomb
Super Swinging Neckbreaker
TAUNTS
Twitching
Yelling, berating, barking at his opponent as if they where nothing but cattle
Violate Laughter
Laughing and Grinning while being assaulted
Taking pleasure in the violence
SIGNATURE
DOVAH DEATH DROP: Twisting Samoan Drop
MANSON FAMILY DRIVER: Snapping Double Under-hook Pile-driver
THE SPECTRUM: Running knee strike to an opponent's head
FINISHER
GOREWHORE: Full Nelson lift into a knee strike to the back of the skull
DEADMAN WONDERLAND: Fishermen Suplex lift into a sitout spinebuster(Big Matches only)
CHARACTER BACKGROUND
Eat shit and fucking die.
4CW CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD
4CW Championship (1x)
Extreme/XTV Championship (2x)
Tag Team Championship (1x)
OTHER CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD
AWF Anarchy Championship
FWA Xtreme Championship (2x)
Canadian Xtreme Championship)
WAW Extremecore Championship
WAW Tag Team Championship (w/ Brian Cage)
REGULAR ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
"Blood underneath my nails, I think I'm losing it
Dead hooker to my left, an upside down crucifix
Get my fix from fucking dead hoes and these opiates
Killin' 'em all, I'll never fall
I get a rush from stalking bad bitches
Collecting teeth and fingernails to add to my shrine
These voices in my head are telling me you have to die"
"Welcome to Hell" starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic - his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: "Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!"
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
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"Blood underneath my nails, I think I'm losing it
Dead hooker to my left, an upside down crucifix
Get my fix from fucking dead hoes and these opiates
Killin' 'em all, I'll never fall
I get a rush from stalking bad bitches
Collecting teeth and fingernails to add to my shrine
These voices in my head are telling me you have to die"
"Welcome to Hell" starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic - his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
Dead hooker to my left, an upside down crucifix
Get my fix from fucking dead hoes and these opiates
Killin' 'em all, I'll never fall
I get a rush from stalking bad bitches
Collecting teeth and fingernails to add to my shrine
These voices in my head are telling me you have to die"
"Welcome to Hell" starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic - his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: "Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!"
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
"Welcome to Hell" starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light through out the arena. Dakota Smith makes his way from behind the curtain and looks around the theater, his (INSERT CHAMPIONSHIP HERE) tied through a loop in his belt. He moves his head to the right and then to the left taking a long deep breath, the strobe lights giving you glimpses at his imposing demeanor. Dakota then snorts his head back and spits down onto the ground, quickly wiping his nose off and making his way down to the ring.
"These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I'll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You're my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I'm a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist"
POWERS: "Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is "The Butcher" and the 4CW (INSERT TITLE) Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!"
About half way down the ramp, closer to the ring than the stage, Dakota stops. He stands there and runs his hands up and down his (Insert Here) Championship. He then chuckles to himself before cracking his neck to the left and then to the right, letting out a monstrous war cry before continuing down to the ring.
"Telling me to end your suffering
I see red and feel death coming
I will purge the world with no following
Bloodshed, feeling like an animal, caged
I'm going for your throat
Bloodshed, dripping from my face, I'm hollow
Make your skin into a coat"
As he reaches the ring he undoes the championship from his belt and tosses it over the top rope before rolling in under the bottem rope himself. He then plants his fist into the ground and pushes himself up and off of the mat, his head twitching as he gets on his feet. He looks around the audience once more before tilting his head to the side and laughing to himself. Dakota then scoops his championship up and off of the mat before going over to his corner and taking a seat. .
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"Welcome To Hell" starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light through out the arena. Dakota Smith makes his way from behind the curtain and looks around the theater, his (INSERT CHAMPIONSHIP HERE) tied through a loop in his belt. He moves his head to the right and then to the left taking a long deep breath, the strobe lights giving you glimpses at his imposing demeanor. Dakota then snorts his head back and spits down onto the ground, quickly wiping his nose off and making his way down to the ring.
"These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I'll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You're my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I'm a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist"
I obeyed their every wish
I'll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You're my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I'm a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist"
POWERS: "Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is "The Butcher" and the 4CW (INSERT TITLE) Champion, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!"
About half way down the ramp, closer to the ring than the stage, Dakota stops. He stands there and runs his hands up and down his (Insert Here) Championship. He then chuckles to himself before cracking his neck to the left and then to the right, letting out a monstrous war cry before continuing down to the ring.
"Telling me to end your suffering
I see red and feel death coming
I will purge the world with no following
Bloodshed, feeling like an animal, caged
I'm going for your throat
Bloodshed, dripping from my face, I'm hollow
Make your skin into a coat "
I see red and feel death coming
I will purge the world with no following
Bloodshed, feeling like an animal, caged
I'm going for your throat
Bloodshed, dripping from my face, I'm hollow
Make your skin into a coat "
As he reaches the ring he undoes the championship from his belt and tosses it over the top rope before rolling in under the bottem rope himself. He then plants his fist into the ground and pushes himself up and off of the mat, his head twitching as he gets on his feet. He looks around the audience once more before tilting his head to the side and laughing to himself. Dakota then scoops his championship up and off of the mat before going over to his corner and taking a seat. .
HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: Dakota
AGE: 22
EXPERIENCE: 10 Years
PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: PM or Twitter