Post by hevvhocorrvpts on Jan 25, 2018 2:00:26 GMT -5
Other Aliases: He who cannot be named/He who must not be named/He who walks behind the rows/He who walks before/He who fights monsters/He who spawned the furies/He who cast the first stone/He who never retreats/He who hungers/He who burns/He who falls/He who would not be denied/He who must die/He who loved you when you went insane/He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man/He who dares, wins/He who laughs last, laughs best/He who knows most, knows best how little he knows/He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how/He who throws mud loses ground/He who admits that he, himself, is a worm ought not to complain when he is trodden on/He who controls the past controls the future, he who controls the present controls the past/He who does not have common sense at age 30 will never have it/He who has a thing to sell, and goes and whispers in a well, is not so apt to get the dollars as he who climbs a tree and hollers/He who has injured you was either stronger or weaker; if weaker, spare him...if stronger, spare yourself/He who can face the consequences can face the truth/He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life/He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god/He who laughs at your struggles will be the the first to bow when success finds you/He who overcomes the enemy without a single blow, is the great conqueror/He who walks in another's tracks leaves no footprints/He who learns must suffer...and even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God/He who sacrifices his heart, in silence, for the happiness of others, is indeed the strongest man/He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love/He who is honest rarely trusts anybody/He who lives, sooner or later, will die...he who does not is already dead and doesn't know it/He who is afraid to think for himself usually chooses the wrong person to think for him/He who will not apply new remedies must expect new evils/He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times/He who knows does not speak, he who speaks does not know/He who copes with the world the best is often the one who will do the very least to change it/He who tries to travel two roads at once/He who stops being better stops being good/He who knows syphilis knows medicine/He who hesitates, masturbates/He who smelt it, dealt it
Representing: Union Battleground
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Billed Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Date of Birth: 19, February, 1988
Professional Debut Date: 2009
Past Injuries & Surgeries: I broke my arm in a collision inside The Globe of Death which is perhaps the gnarliest of all the circus arts. No smoke, no mirrors, only motorcycles, a giant metal sphere and fearless riders with the will to bend physics. Unfortunately, physics had other plans. But as luck would have it, we all walked away relatively unscathed and lived to tell the tale. And thanks to skateboarding half my life, I've got more scars than Frankenstein. P.S. I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.
Disposition: Was it Kierkegaard or Dick Van Patten who said, "If you label me, you negate me"?
Gimmick: Outlier
Pic Base: Henry Rollins Late 80's, Early 90's
Contract Deal: Full-Time
Entrance Attire: In contrast, I travel a lot and never go on the road without a good pair of shoes. Skate shoes, running shoes, boots. I learned from my grandpa, who was this WWII-era Army guy, that if you don’t take care of your feet you’re not going anywhere. You'll usually catch me in Vans Sk8-Hi's.
Theme Song: "Wanna Fight" by Cliff Martinez
Entrance Description: The venue is bathed in a gray, somber light creating a beautiful yet mysterious atmosphere. From the ramp to the ring, a faint, phosphorescent smog hangs in the air. Fantastically melancholy and sinister.
The video monitor slowly stirs to life as if roused from a deep sleep. A precise pulse quickly deteriorates into a frantic scramble of distortion. Suddenly, the screen bursts into a chaotic patchwork of shattered visuals: algorithmic hiccups and blips, corrupted images, deranged hot flashes of an NES cart that isn't cooperating. The ghost in the machine clawing at the digital fabric of its own simulated world--a mouthless entity trying to speak--purging the subconscious sludge through every pixel in a grease fire of glitches.
At the same time, an ambient synthscape with a fantastic, otherworldly aura fills the building. A pitch-perfect impersonation of Philip Glass, Goblin and Ennio Morricone. Alien tones. A potent brew of anxious synth arpeggios mixed with the venting of a celestial pipe organ that seems to reverberate from a chasm. It sounds like either the mothership is landing, or someone’s going to get killed...
The audience, perplexed and somewhat bewildered, grows more restless as they wait in suspense for someone to walk down the aisle. Heads start turning in every direction in search of this elusive character.
From out of nowhere, Hewhocorrupts steps through the crowd and unceremoniously vaults over the guardrail. Then, he quietly rolls under the bottom rope, walks to the corner and sits criss-cross applesauce against the turnbuckles. He leans back, awaiting his opponent. A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun.
As Champion Entrance Description: TBD
Coup de Grâce Entrance Description: TBD
Relationship: ___
Pic Base: ___
Gimmick: ___
FOR EXAMPLE:
EXCERPT FROM newyear//zero, The Outliers v Cross Pacific Connection:
Dutt comes around the corner and his eyes narrow on HWC. HWC seems to communicate with a fan in the front row, who bends down and grabs his chair. Dutt rushing forward, but HWC gives him a kick to the gut—a real awkward, unorthodox kick too. Nothing smooth about it. I don’t even know how to describe said kick, it’s such a weird style—and Dutt bends over. HWC grabs him by the head and throws him into the steel chair held by the fan in the front row! Dutt’s skull clangs against the chair and he falls to the ground.
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Guerreros of Lucha Taco Tuesday, The Outliers and Matt Acid v Toast, Jack Levy and La Cucaracha:
Acido and Grin go down the stairs while Hewhocorrupts gets his skateboard. He nods with confidence before eyeing up Levy.
S: What’s he doing?
He lines him up;
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AND GRINDS DOWN THE BALCONY AND DELIVERS AN OLLIE INTO AN HURRICANRANA!
EB: Wow!!
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Underground Zero #001, The Outliers v The Sons of Gold:
Samson: *sigh* They may be from America, but they’ve made their names over in Japan. A more unorthodox tag team you will never meet…
He stomps away at Fuji before standing on his hair and pulling him up by his arms.
Nelson: Unorthodox submission maneuver there!!!
Samson: I believe the word is “avant-garde”
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Union Battleground Battle of Los Angeles, The Outliers v KGZ:
HWC then literally hits the famous Street Fighter Ryu's signature move, yelling at the top of his lungs "HADOUKEN!!" HWC then devastates Kimitsu with a Ganso Bomb he calls the Disasterpeace! The crowd is going wild! Grin notices Bakemono slowly getting up to his feet from the outside, and he points it out to HWC. HWC springs off the ropes and hurdles over the top rope to crumble Aokigahara with a Kamikaze Dropkick!
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Warped Kings of Summer, The Outliers v Anton Chase:
A cloud of bizarre hovers over these two guys.
Sawtooth stalks to the center and extends a hand. Chase smirks and slaps it away. Sawtooth looks around the arena after his hand is slapped away, but the attempts again, insisting that Chase shakes it. Shake stares for a moment and shakes his head, extending his own hand. They shake, but Chase feels Sawtooth is up to something as HWC is making bizarre sounds from his corner, and pulls Sawtooth into position for a belly-to-belly suplex. Sawtooth steps over, however, shifting his weight and slamming Anton Chase with a judo throw. He crawls up and pins Chase’s arms down with his knees, but only sits there staring at him. I swear, these boys are bizarre, even for Warped.
Despite the ref’s disapproval, HWC then rakes Anton Chase’s face along the rope and tosses him to the ground. Then, with Chase holding his face from the rope burn he just received, HWC stands on his hair. He grabs Anton’s arms and stretches them up. He lets go just as the ref is getting to the count of five and then, giggles into the face of the referee! What is with these guys?
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Guerrreros of Lucha Promo, RAGE AGAINST THE (WAR)MACHINE:
GALVATRON: Okay how 'bout another question from the audience. Another one for Corrupts actually. This one's from Flat-top Tony on Facebook. He says,
'Everyone's familiar with strong style, but you have a very distinctive approach that's uniquely you. What would you call your wrestling style?'
Thanks for that great question, Flat-top Tony. I couldn't agree more. You're clearly on a wavelength all your own, being such strange and savage creatures of the ether.. In my opinion, I've always considered you wrestling's Iggy Pop: harnessing some sort of energy that's beyond explanation. You make people uncomfortable, but at the same time enchanted. You make people question themselves on all levels. A raw element.
HWC: WOW, I'll take it. Again, I'm not sure if I can really answer this question.. in a sense because it's like being a leopard. They don't know they have spots, y'know. They don't know they're graceful, sleek and stealthy predators.. they're just too busy being leopards. Much like myself, I don't necessarily know I'm a pure maniac because I'm just too busy doing it.
GRIN: Oh come on man, don't be dense.. not with me or The Galvatron. You know what the fuck he's talking about: your own awkward, unorthodox and improvisational blend of brutality.. I've always referred to it as strange style. Strange-Fu.
HWC: Yeah.. No holds bizarred..
GALVATRON: Grin, let me ask you. In a world of go-big-or-go-home wrestling, where death-defying aerials have become routine, where does Corrupts fit in?
GRIN: Nowhere, actually. Which is kinda the point. To Corrupts, creativity is king, and the tables, ladders and chairs he encounters during a match aren't obstacles, but integral props in The Outliers circus. His style is surreal, a bit silly, a lot savage and just stuffed with 'Holy shit!' moments, all of which have helped him establish himself as a true individual who's committed to his own beautifully peculiar form of expression. He is nothing if not unapologetically unique. In the middle of a mundane, mainstream world that limits possibilities, his explosive mind and the way he represents it through sheer otherness almost suggests anything is possible. Lucha libre means free fighting, right. It's the special sauce. If you ain't got no sauce, you lost.
GALVATRON: The sauce?
GRIN: It's the way you carry yourself, what makes you you, what makes you an individual and what makes you better than the people who hate you. In Corrupts' case, it's the way he riffs on an endless number of experimental techniques. It's the way he moves in the ring; everything he does is unpredictable which makes it that much more dangerous; he's a Swiss army man. Plenty of people have the ability to wrestle but not the attitude that determines how well you do it. Eric Clapton would say, 'It's In The Way That You Use It.'
HWC: [Turning toward Sawtooh] The Flamingos would say, 'I Only Have Eyes For You!'
GRIN: You're my wild card, cuz.. no game's worth playing without one.
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Guerreros of Lucha Promo, Life Songs in a Land of Death:
HWC: Although, for you, there's a big fuckin' chance it'll be like starting over from ground zero. Cause me? I'm like a book elegantly bound but in a language you can't read. Not even I know know what I'm gonna do next. STRANGE STYLE. NO HOLDS BIZARRED. The butcher and the surgeon. The ring is both my cutting block and my operating table. I'm the anarchist's cookbook of wrestling. Peel back one layer, and it reveals another more surprising one. Then it does that again, and again, then it flips itself inside out and laughs at your expectations. It’s ugliness as beatitude, a poem from the junk heap. A lurid rhyme.. a cry from the swamp seething with violence and bleeding with lyricism. It'll be like catching smoke with your bare hands.
Finisher (Description): DISASTERPEACE (GONZO(Ganso) Bomb variation)
Set-up (Description): O'GOD, THE AFTERMATH ("Kamikaze" Dropkick over the top rope to opponent on the outside)
Alternate Finisher (Description): BAYONETWORK (Fireman's Carry Double Knee Gutbuster chained with Vertical Suplex lifted and dropped into a Double Knee Backbreaker *performed in rapid succession), DISCONNECKTIE (Twister Submission)
Alternate Set-up (Description): NOCTOURNIQUET (Side sault Double Foot Stomp to grounded opponent)
Strengths:
1. Unpredictable, frenetic and dizzying like a shaken can of beer exploding.
2. Adaptable, outside-the-box thinking. Determined, relentless, clever opportunist with killer instinct. Agile, resilient. In a fight to the death, I win every time.
3. World traveled, well-rounded, fuckin' workhorse. One-of-a-kind, never in danger of blending in. A propensity for torturing foes with a variety of holds. Combining creativity with viciousness in a way that leaves a hole in your head where the thought of squaring up against me used to be. Like a pit bull in the ring, capable of locking my jaws on someone at any given moment. Complete disdain for your designer leather jacket.
Weaknesses:
1. At 5'10" 185 lbs., I'm no hulking brute and far from physically intimidating.
2. Charismatic to a fault; love to joke around and rile up the crowd, prone to outbursts of profanity and nudity with a flair for odd facial expressions. I waste valuable energy pumping emotion and excitement into my matches that could be channeled towards my opponent.
3. Reckless, comfortable absorbing inordinate amounts of punishment. I put my body on the line and really give it my all, often fighting(aka white-knuckling it) through injuries. Courage blinds me against larger opponents. I sometimes wrestle while under the influence. Too many to list. They'll rear their Coyote Ugly heads soon enough.
Favorite Match Stipulation: Chicago Street Fight
Favorite Weapon: Skateboard
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Union Battleground Championships: First Battalion Champions (w/ Sawtooth Grin)
Union Battleground Valor Awards:
Other Notable Promotions: Warped Wrestling, Guerreros of Lucha
Other Notable Championships: Warped's First Unified Tag Team Champions (w/ Sawtooth Grin), Guerreros of Lucha Trios Champions (w/ Sawtooth Grin and Jack Levy)
Other Notable Awards:
Biography: What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets!
Years of Experience: Almost 2 years now.
Twitter Handle: @he_who_corrupts
Best Way to Reach?: twitter or email (hevvhocorrvpts@outlook.com)
Willing to Help Write Matches?: Nope
How Did You Hear About Us?: Grin
What Brought You to the Battleground?: I'm to die in battle divine with the flames as my grave.