Post by Savage on Oct 17, 2019 19:49:10 GMT -6
Wrestler's Name - Anthony "Tony" Savage
Height - 6'4"
Weight - 231 lbs
Entrance Theme - "Way Of The Fist" Five Finger Death Punch
Gender - All Man here, motherfucker!
Hometown - Atlanta, Georgia
Wrestling Style/Resemblence - Technical/Special Operations Hand to Hand Training. Tony's not only a former multiple time world champion , he's also a former U.S. Army Ranger and actively operates globally as a mercenary
. This guy's forgotten more ways to maim and murder people than most will ever learn. Crisp hand to hand combat and excellent chain wrestling. Besides the superman punch, trash in the air., and not that fast.
Trademark Maneuver(s) -
Triple H style spine-buster
Double Arm DDT
Top Rope Superman punch
High Angle Tiger Suplex (emphasizes more impact upon an enemy's neck)
Muscle Buster
Set up to Finisher - Irish Whip or rebounding off the ropes
Opponent face down and prone on the mat
Finisher - One Shot, One Kill
Ox Baker style Heart Punch; he bounces off the ropes and plants his fist into the clavicle of his opponent at high speed
Choke Artist
-Peruvian Necktie
Alignment - Face. For a guy who either beats, tortures, and/or kills in or out of the ring, he's a shockingly affable guy.
Where to start, motherfuckers?
Took up professional wrestling while I was deployed with the Rangers in Afghanistan back in 2009. Started off as a way to blow off steam and make a few extra bucks for beers. Little did I know I actually turned out to be real good at this bullshit. Started my career back home in Atlanta with New Age Wrestling. Again, did it part tine as a way to advertise our family's private security company. I ended up their last World Champion.
Boardwalk Wrestling; I took their big belt for awhile. Same with E.W.C., Premiere Fighting. I did a lot of winning back in the day.
I lost a lot, too. Friends, feds, the goddamn biz even tried to kill my marriage. And everywhere I stepped, I didn't always hit the mark.
After awhile, I decided to walk away from it all. The spandex wearing monkeys and their fucking regurgitated tropes, the idiocy of certain fed heads, my own arrogance. I dropped it off like recyclables and could have lived life like the rest of these squares.
But, I ain't built for that normal shit. I never was. I love the fight way too much.
Whether it's sand and gunpowder in Syria, or bright lights and blood in an arena, the minute violence and war pops off, I get overwhelmed by waves of euphoria. Whether it's clapping a Somali pirate, running a blade through an ISIS fighter, or hooking up some barely literate fuck-stick in tights with a free ambulance ride. I love it. I love the thrill, the prestige...
The fucking money!
There just ain't any other way to live! Either by gun or fists, I live for combat.
Titles, respect, fame; that shit's all a side dish compared to the fight.
Took me a year to remember that.
Now, I get to once again show motherfuckers why when the hot lights kick up, it's Fight Night.
And those that remember me, they'll tell you, fighting me's a fight for your life.
Twitter Handle - @tweetsbytony11
GCWA Color - red
Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Charlie Hunnam (Triple Frontier look)
Height - 6'4"
Weight - 231 lbs
Entrance Theme - "Way Of The Fist" Five Finger Death Punch
Custom Ring Entrance -
The lights dim low. He has no need for pyrotechnics, all the flashes from smart phones and camera illuminate his way down the ramp.
The intense drum beat of "Way Of The Fist' pounds over the arena's sound system, and the man marches down to the ring, dressed in black military pants and boots. His shirtless chest bears tattoos and scars, including bullet and bomb wounds, across his core like a mural
Security makes sure, due to his other job as soldier of fortune, he's not packing any outside weaponry. Once they clear him, he jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring.
He climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.
The lights dim low. He has no need for pyrotechnics, all the flashes from smart phones and camera illuminate his way down the ramp.
The intense drum beat of "Way Of The Fist' pounds over the arena's sound system, and the man marches down to the ring, dressed in black military pants and boots. His shirtless chest bears tattoos and scars, including bullet and bomb wounds, across his core like a mural
Security makes sure, due to his other job as soldier of fortune, he's not packing any outside weaponry. Once they clear him, he jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring.
He climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.
Gender - All Man here, motherfucker!
Hometown - Atlanta, Georgia
Wrestling Style/Resemblence - Technical/Special Operations Hand to Hand Training. Tony's not only a former multiple time world champion , he's also a former U.S. Army Ranger and actively operates globally as a mercenary
. This guy's forgotten more ways to maim and murder people than most will ever learn. Crisp hand to hand combat and excellent chain wrestling. Besides the superman punch, trash in the air., and not that fast.
Trademark Maneuver(s) -
Triple H style spine-buster
Double Arm DDT
Top Rope Superman punch
High Angle Tiger Suplex (emphasizes more impact upon an enemy's neck)
Muscle Buster
Set up to Finisher - Irish Whip or rebounding off the ropes
Opponent face down and prone on the mat
Finisher - One Shot, One Kill
Ox Baker style Heart Punch; he bounces off the ropes and plants his fist into the clavicle of his opponent at high speed
Choke Artist
-Peruvian Necktie
Alignment - Face. For a guy who either beats, tortures, and/or kills in or out of the ring, he's a shockingly affable guy.
Where to start, motherfuckers?
Took up professional wrestling while I was deployed with the Rangers in Afghanistan back in 2009. Started off as a way to blow off steam and make a few extra bucks for beers. Little did I know I actually turned out to be real good at this bullshit. Started my career back home in Atlanta with New Age Wrestling. Again, did it part tine as a way to advertise our family's private security company. I ended up their last World Champion.
Boardwalk Wrestling; I took their big belt for awhile. Same with E.W.C., Premiere Fighting. I did a lot of winning back in the day.
I lost a lot, too. Friends, feds, the goddamn biz even tried to kill my marriage. And everywhere I stepped, I didn't always hit the mark.
After awhile, I decided to walk away from it all. The spandex wearing monkeys and their fucking regurgitated tropes, the idiocy of certain fed heads, my own arrogance. I dropped it off like recyclables and could have lived life like the rest of these squares.
But, I ain't built for that normal shit. I never was. I love the fight way too much.
Whether it's sand and gunpowder in Syria, or bright lights and blood in an arena, the minute violence and war pops off, I get overwhelmed by waves of euphoria. Whether it's clapping a Somali pirate, running a blade through an ISIS fighter, or hooking up some barely literate fuck-stick in tights with a free ambulance ride. I love it. I love the thrill, the prestige...
The fucking money!
There just ain't any other way to live! Either by gun or fists, I live for combat.
Titles, respect, fame; that shit's all a side dish compared to the fight.
Took me a year to remember that.
Now, I get to once again show motherfuckers why when the hot lights kick up, it's Fight Night.
And those that remember me, they'll tell you, fighting me's a fight for your life.
Twitter Handle - @tweetsbytony11
GCWA Color - red
Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Charlie Hunnam (Triple Frontier look)
