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Tyranny

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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 4:38 pm

Name: Tyranny
Nick Name: The Psychotic Submission Machine
Ht: 5'10" (183cms)
Wt: 185lbs (84kgs)
Division: Cruiserweight/Middleweight
Billed From: "Beyond Thunderdome"

Entrance Theme: HED(p.e.) - "Suffa"

Alignment:'Tweener

Match Type Expertise: Submission, Tables
Match Type Weakness: Battle Royal

Appearance
In-Ring
User Image

Entrance Gear
User Image

*dreads hang out the back of helmet*

Movelist
Common: elbow strikes, knee lifts, headlock takedowns, armlocks, heel hook/leg lock variants, uranage, sto, suplex variants (belly to belly, overhead exploder, dragon, tiger, t-bone, etc), koji clutch, ankle lock

Signatures:
*A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking - Victory Star Drop to Rear Naked Choke

*Spastic Cerebral Palsy - Pumphandle Facebuster

*PX:41 - Desecrator

*Cthulu Lock - Cattle Mutilation

*"Are You High?!" - Pele Kick

Finishers:
1) Ataxic Cerebral Palsy - Acid Bomb

2) B.C.S. (Blacken the Cursed Son) - Shining Triangle

Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 3:53 pm

Entrance

The houselights go out, bathing everything in darkness. The titantron begins to show seemingly random images of war, pestilence & hunger.

The stage area begins to fill with smoke as "Suffa" by HED (p.e.) begins to play. White strobes flash along with the beginning guitar riffs. A figure, dressed looking like a shock trooper, steps out from the smoke nodding in time; the strobe adding an air of drama.

YUP!

Don't bother me!!!

YUP!

No! No one can test!

Not even one!

I'm indestructible!!!

Flash pots go off with a huge explosion! The arena gets washed in amber as spirals of yellow light dance all around. The figure begins pacing down the entrance ramp, his head still nodding but his eyes trained on the ground in front of him.

...making his way to the ring, he comes to us from beyond Thunderdome. He is 5 feet & 10 inches tall, weighing in at 185 pounds. Known as the Psychotic Submission Machine; ladies & gentleman...

The masked man stops at the end of the ramp, his head still tilted downward.

TYRANNY!!!

With a burst of energy, he dashes towards the ring, sliding in under the ropes. Running across the ring, he leaps up onto one of the turnbuckles & bounces in time with the music.

Harder they come, harder they fall - one & all!

(I wanna see you suffa!)

Never lay down! Never say die! Never tap out!

(I wanna see you suffa!)

You might win some, but you just lost one - I'mma champion!

(I wanna see you suffa!)

Harder they come, harder they fall - one & all!

(I drop back and let 'em have it!)

He places his hands on his helmet, releasing latches, lifting it off his head, and revealing his masked & dreaded visage. Throwing the helmet ringside, he removes his jacket and throws that ringside as well.

He then place 2 fingers to the side of his head, mimicking a gun.

Born American; natural born killa! I'mma rude boy, son; I'mma predata!

BANG!

He tumbles into a backward somersault, pivoting 180 degrees when he gets to his feet only to fall back into turnbuckles. And so he sits in the corner, feet sprawled in front of him with his head slightly tilted. He waits for this monumental match to begin as his his entrance theme fades out.