Wrestler Name: The "Holy Roller" Archangel
Nick Name: Angel
Nationality: Caucasian
Age: Claims to be "Ageless."
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 240 lbs
Division: Light Heavyweight
Hometown: Claims to be from "Heaven."
Appearance:
Stage/Entrance___Ring/Wrestling___Backstage/Contract Signings
Stances: Wrestling
Common Moves:
Abdominal Stretch, Arm Bar, Arm Drag, Arm Lock, Backslide, Dropkick, Drop Toe Hold, Flying Clothesline, Headlock, Irish Whip, Leg Sweep, Leg Lock, Knee Drop, Arm Scissors, Side Headlock, Sleeper Hold, Small Package, Springboard Dropkick, Springboard Plancha, Springboard Splash, Standing (twist behind back) Armbar, Sitting Facelock
Signature Moves:
Insiguri Kick, Backbreaker, Leg Drop, Cross Body, Suplex, Indian Death Lock, Jawbreaker, Scoop Slam, Leaping Forearm Smash, Side Suplex
Finishing Moves:
Blessed Burial (Side Slam), Dry Baptism (Dragon Sleeper), Fall From Heaven (Swanton Bomb), Casteth Out (Super Belly-To-Belly Suplex)
Entrance Description:
The announcer announces out..
"Coming in at six feet and one inch tall, straight from heaven...
The "Hooooolllyyy Rooolllleerrr" Archangel!!"
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
No flashing lights and no video played for him on the titatron, as The Archangel strode out onto the stage, donning a large wide smile, showing off his pearly whites. He went from one end of the stage to the other, on each side he would make an "X" on his chest with his arms, and point out to the crowd, nodding.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
No pryotechnics went off as he began to make his way down the ramp and that didn't seem to stop the crowd from cheering loudly, as he handed his shades over to the first fan that he reached. He slapped hands with fans, going from one side of the ramp to the other, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel sprinted toward the ring.
Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
Not bothering to go up the steel steps, he simply slid in the ring, he headed straight to the far left turnbuckle. Stepping up to the second rope, he made an "X" again onto his chest with his arms and this time pointed out with both arms, out to the vast crowd of fans. This time he didn't just nod his head, he would yell out "This is for you!!". Unfortunately, only the first few rows of fans might have heard him through the roar of the crowd, but the rest of the fans had a pretty good idea of what he was saying and responded their thanks in cheers. He repeated this going counter clockwise on each turnbuckle.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
After he finished playing to the crowd, he pulled off his costume shirt. The blue t-shirt had been custimized, with angel wings that was sewn in with his shirt, and rested easily on his shoulders. The halo that hovered over his head was connected to the wings, by a thin transparent plastic stick.
Eager to show his worth, he tossed the customized shirt outside of the ring, toward any random official to hold for him until after his match.
"Coming in at six feet and one inch tall, straight from heaven...
The "Hooooolllyyy Rooolllleerrr" Archangel!!"
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
No flashing lights and no video played for him on the titatron, as The Archangel strode out onto the stage, donning a large wide smile, showing off his pearly whites. He went from one end of the stage to the other, on each side he would make an "X" on his chest with his arms, and point out to the crowd, nodding.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
No pryotechnics went off as he began to make his way down the ramp and that didn't seem to stop the crowd from cheering loudly, as he handed his shades over to the first fan that he reached. He slapped hands with fans, going from one side of the ramp to the other, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel sprinted toward the ring.
Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
Not bothering to go up the steel steps, he simply slid in the ring, he headed straight to the far left turnbuckle. Stepping up to the second rope, he made an "X" again onto his chest with his arms and this time pointed out with both arms, out to the vast crowd of fans. This time he didn't just nod his head, he would yell out "This is for you!!". Unfortunately, only the first few rows of fans might have heard him through the roar of the crowd, but the rest of the fans had a pretty good idea of what he was saying and responded their thanks in cheers. He repeated this going counter clockwise on each turnbuckle.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
After he finished playing to the crowd, he pulled off his costume shirt. The blue t-shirt had been custimized, with angel wings that was sewn in with his shirt, and rested easily on his shoulders. The halo that hovered over his head was connected to the wings, by a thin transparent plastic stick.
Eager to show his worth, he tossed the customized shirt outside of the ring, toward any random official to hold for him until after his match.
Personality Profile/Gimmick:
Polite, nice, and friendly to anyone that greets him, gets in his way, crosses his path, or even comes anywhere near him, you can be sure that you'll receive some kindness your way. Many times, he has been mistaken as a kiss up or playing some type of mind game with them. Being so overly nice, he has been a victem of gulliblity many times over, causing great grief and losses to himself.
Alignment: Face
Fighting Style: Clean
Match Type Expertise:
Does highly well in regular matches. He can be loyal and always has his tag team partner's back. Has a strong endurance and will in matches that prepare him for matches such as triple threats, battle royals, royal rumbles, ironmans, last man standings, submissions, handicaps, maybe a slobber knocker, and any non-hardcore elmination matches.
Match Type Weakness:
Obviously not a hardcore person, he is weakened greatly when hit by anything harder than human flesh. He wants nothing to do with fire and stays away from possible bodily scarring. The basic hardcore usually consists of metal, thus he would do horrible and quite possibly flat out lose in any kind of hardcore matches such as cages, cells, TLC's, brawls, chambers, caskets, barbed wires, flaming/infernos, and anything that goes beyond the regular rules of the ring.
Weapon Expertise:
Not handling weapons to well, he tends to drop them. A bit clumzy when holding items, he ends up having the weapon accidently slip from his hand. Any time he hits a person with a weapon, he won't have a tight enough grip on it and would fly out of his hands. That being the reason of not using weapons.
