Post by Crisis on Mar 26, 2011 16:53:02 GMT -5
Name:
Crisis
Nicknames:
The Man From Hell; Satan's Servant
Hometown:
Parts Unknown
Age:
Unknown
Height:
6’ 9”
Weight:
320 Lbs
Alignment:
Heel
Ring Attire:
See photos above
Street Clothing/Back stage Attire:
Same as Photos above along with a long grey trench coat
Manager: Lou Sipher
Sipher and Crisis go way back and have a long history with each other. Sipher knows Crisis for as long as the monster can remember, and even though he doesnt always admit it out loud deep inside Crisis looks to Sipher as a father figure.
Theme:
“Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5NzpMYmfNQ
Entrance: (Non Title)
Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser begins to play over the PA as the lights go out and dark red lights begin to turn on through out the arena. Pyros explode at the top of the ramp, the crowd reacts as they were not expecting this to happen and then they notice that slowly walking out from the back there is a tall figure with a long grey trench coat. Behind him is another figure tall and slender with a cane in his right hand. The larger figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and looks around at the crowd, his dark red eyes gazing at each and every person in attendance. The smaller figure stands behind him clapping. Both stand at the top of the ramp sending an ominous feeling through out the arena.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Lou Sipher, weighing in at 320 pounds, he is the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis then begins to move from the ramp and make his way down to the ring with the jacket moving from side to side behind him. Sipher fallowing making disgraceful remark to the crowd. As Crisis walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. At the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity to most people, Sipher makes his way around Crisis and into the ring awhile. Crisis then starts to walk over to the steal steps. He turns towards them and then walks up and then half way down the apron and climbs into the ring through the second rope. Crisis goes to the center of the ring and stands there with his eyes again glaring around the arena. He then raises his arms into the air slowly without and then, without warning, throws them down causing flames to go off on all of the turnbuckles. The lights then come back to normal. Crisis then removes his coat to reveal his wrestling attire of Black and grey tights with ominous designs all over his suit, he then hands his coat to Sipher who holds on to them for the time being. Crisis then adjust his glove on his right hand and stands in the middle of the ring for the match to start. Just standing there, staring at the entrance ramp with intensity in his eyes. Sipher is by his side looking around at the crowd with a sinister smile on his face as he continues to mock the crowd.
Entrance: (Title)
Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser begins to play over the PA as the lights go out and dark red lights begin to turn on through out the arena. Pyros explode at the top of the ramp, the crowd reacts as they were not expecting this to happen and then they notice that slowly walking out from the back there is a tall figure with a long grey trench coat. In his right hand he is holding a title belt with one of the straps dragging on the ground. Behind him is another figure tall and slender with a cane in his right hand. The figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and looks around at the crowd, his dark red eyes gazing at each and every person in attendance. The smaller figure stands behind him clapping. Both stand at the top of the ramp sending an ominous feeling throughout the arena.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 320 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Lou Sipher, he is the (add in title name here) Champion, the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis begins to move from the ramp and makes his way down to the ring with the coat dragging on the ground behind him and the title to his right side dragging as well. Sipher fallowing making disgraceful remark to the crowd. As he walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity to most people, Sipher makes his way around Crisis and into the ring awhile. Crisis then starts to walk over to the steal steps. He turns towards them and then walks up and then half way down the apron and climbs into the ring through the second rope. Crisis then goes to the center of the ring and stands there with his eyes gazing around the crowd; he lays the title in front of his feet and stands tall above it. He then raises his arms into the air slowly and then, without warning, throws them down causing flames to go off on all of the turnbuckles. The lights then come back to normal and the Crisis removes his coat to reveal his wrestling attire of Black and grey tights with ominous designs all over his suit, he then hands his coat and his title belt to Sipher waiting with him in the ring. Crisis then adjust his glove on his right hand and stands in the middle of the ring for the match to start. Just standing there, staring at the entrance ramp with intensity in his eyes. Sipher is by his side looking around at the crowd with a sinister smile on his face as he continues to mock the crowd.
Attacks
Upper Cut
Big Boot
Straight Punch
Toe Kick
Clothesline
COMMON MOVES
Superplex
Spear
Double Arm Suplex
Pump handle slam
Inverted ddt
Choke Toss
Full Nelson Slam
Belly to Back Suplex
Spine buster
Big Back Body Drop
Guerrilla Press Slam
Pedigree
Snake Eyes
Turnbuckle Power bomb
Belly to Belly Suplex
Belly to Back Suplex
Shock treatment
Submission Moves
Full Nelson
Triangle Choke Hold
Bear Hug
Iron Claw
Dragon Sleeper
TRADEMARK MOVES:
The C3 (Crisis Cranium Crusher)
Description: Tombstone Pile Driver
Kill Switch
Description: Batista Bomb
Soul Eraser
Description: Picks Opponent up for a Crucifix Power bomb but instead flips them over and hits the Dominator
The Final Redemption
Description: Choke slam into sit down Power Bomb
The Damnation
Description: Inverted Swinging Neckbreaker
Hands of the Underworld
Description: Gogoplata (Undertaker’s Hells Gates)
SUBMISSION FINISHER
Hades Hold
Description: Cobra Clutch Backbreaker when opponent is on the mat applies Body Scissors
PRIMARY FINISHER
Satan’s Plunge
Description: F-5
Crisis Biography.
(This isn’t a life bio it’s more of a childhood thing explaining why Crisis is the demented monster he is today, enjoy)
Crisis is a dark and sinister man, his past is something he usually likes to keep to himself he only brings it up when he has too. His life story is unique and dark as well which explains this man, or monsters way of thinking.
Crisis grew up with his parents and his younger brother, Genocide. Both of these boys where built like linebackers, they were solid muscle. Both of them where the bullies in their town, nobody associated with them, and they didn’t associate with anyone else. Crisis and Genocide did everything together when it came to running amuck in the town, they robbed stores, they stole cars, terrorized everyone that lived there. You didn’t have to look far to see why these two acted the way they did, all you had to do was spend 10 minutes in their home and all the answers would come to you at once.
Their mother was a caring woman, she loved her boys more than the world itself, and she would do anything for them. Not because she was afraid of them but because her boys treated her with more respect than her husband. The man was insane, a crazy lunatic who did nothing more than drink. His alcoholic lifestyle was hard on the family, but as much Crisis and Genocide tried to talk their mother into leaving the bastard she had too much of a heart. The heart that probably got her killed.
Now Crisis and Genocide’s father didn’t respect the boys that much why? Well that reason never came out. Their father was the only man that they were scared of; the only made that put fear into their eyes. When he would get drunk he got drunk. He beat his boys to a pulp most nights out of the week and told them not to tell their mother or he would kill them. He scared these two; they didn’t even want to look at him in fear of pissing him off and being beaten. However one day their drunken bastard father went too far.
Crisis and Genocide came home one day from their usual business, causing the usual mayhem around town. They walked inside their home and immediately knew something was wrong. They walked into the kitchen, the first room you entered when going into this home and there she was, dead. Their mother lay motionless on the ground. Her eyes still opened her mouth still in the position as if she were screaming. You can see the fear that was in her eyes when the attack happened. The worst of the sight was the blood all over the kitchen, not just the floors and their mother, but on the walls and appliances that filled the room. It was like the scene you would see at a Halloween park but this was all too real, no props here. She was murdered, the kitchen knife still sticking in her abdomen, the blood no longer oozing out. Their mothers intestines where lying on the floor. A horror movie I tell you, a death that no man should wish upon his enemy.
The look on the boy’s face was indescribable. Their skin went pale, the feeling as if the life was sucked out of them. Crisis dropped to his knees and ran his fingers through her now blood soaked hair. He couldn’t believe it. Who could do such a thing? Then he noticed it, the empty beer bottle that was on the floor next to the broken table. Anger came over Crisis, an anger that has not been seen in anyone before. He slowly turned his head towards the kitchen and there he was, passed out on the couch with another bottle of beer in his hands, their father.
Crisis slowly stood to his feet and his fist shut tightly, his brother Genocide doing the same thing, daddy dearest had gone too far this time. Crisis let out a yell that could have woken the dead and he charged into the living room. Their father woke up but it was too late, by the time he could react Crisis was on top of him and pounding his fist into his face, blood instantly poured out of his mouth. He tried to fight back but with no success. Genocide joined in the fight at this time, both boys now laid into him there was nothing their father could do now he was trapped in a corner. Crisis finally backed off and Genocide took over the main assault now stomping his foot into his chest and stomach. Crisis barking out orders to his brother and told him to take him up to the main bedroom. Genocide did so as Crisis went out to the shed. He grabbed a wooden baseball bat and a can of gasoline and took them back into the house.
Crisis walked up stairs slowly hearing the assault that was still being laid out, the house was a wreck. The couch was broken, pictures off the walls and on the floor. The hand rail on the steps knocked to the floor. Crisis reached the top of the steps and slowly made his way back the hallway, a dead look now in his eyes no care in the world at this point in time. He made it to the room; Genocide had their father beaten to a bloody pulp. Crisis told him to stop and take the can of gasoline. Genocide started pouring the liquid all throughout the room. Meanwhile Crisis started his dirty work; he took the bat and tapped it on the ground as he walked towards his father who was trying to crawl away at this point. Crisis only laughed as he reached him. He stood on his foot and raised the bat above his head bringing it down hard onto his father’s leg. Bones could be heard being broken as Crisis repeated this act, their father shouted out for mercy with Crisis showing none what so ever, not after all the hell he put them through growing up.
He kept going and going not letting up one second all his anger was running through his veins and all Crisis could do was smile and laugh, he was enjoying this sick demented torture. Finally Genocide stepped in and told him they had to finish the job. Crisis reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and lit it. He looked directly at their father who was reaching under the bed at this time. Crisis’s last words to his father where, “See you in Hell!” Crisis dropped the lighter and the room instantly engulfed into flames as well as their father. His screams could be heard for a mile away as he continued to reach under the bed. Crisis stood in the door way and laughed sadistically. Genocide was starting to leave when he turned around and grabbed Crisis telling him they have to leave. Crisis hesitated he wanted to watch their father suffer. Genocide finally stepped in front of him and started pushing. All of a sudden a loud bang rang out and Genocide dropped to the ground, he was shot in the leg by their father. Crisis started to panic, not the fire was starting to spread more and quicker, it had reached the next room and starting into the hall way were they were standing. Crisis picked his brother up onto his shoulders; he started to walk down the hallway when the floor gave way they fell through to the living room below. Crisis started to sit up, pain shot into his back he looked around for his brother and couldn’t find him at first. He started moving away burnt pieces of wood not knowing at this time that his very skin was beginning to melt. Finally he found him his brother, unconscious. Crisis tried to dig him out but right before he finished a second part of the ceiling above collapsed right on top of Genocide.
The pain from the burning had caught up to him he couldn’t take the heat anymore he knew he had to leave there was no saving his brother now. He ran out of the house and past his mother not even stopping for one last look. Crisis stood in the front yard, and watched as his home had burnt to the ground. He only stared, no signs of crying at all, not because of his now deformed face but because deep inside he was heartless. He knew now that his mother and brother where dead what more could he loose now, why cry when it’s not going to bring them back.
For hours Crisis stood in that front yard just watching not moving an inch, not saying a word out loud to himself. Now Crisis has made his way to the wrestling world and with this story out other competitors need to realize one thing. If Crisis is able to do what he did to his father, and leave behind his brother after he burned to death in that fire, what could he do to that person that isn’t family? The monster within Crisis has been awake ever since this tragic day, the memories reply themselves over and over again in his mind, it haunts him. But now that his father is dead he has nothing left to fear, now that he lost his brother and mother there is nothing else to loose. The only thing Crisis has to fear now is fear itself, and this monster that is known as Crisis, is that fear.
Crisis
Nicknames:
The Man From Hell; Satan's Servant
Hometown:
Parts Unknown
Age:
Unknown
Height:
6’ 9”
Weight:
320 Lbs
Alignment:
Heel
Ring Attire:
See photos above
Street Clothing/Back stage Attire:
Same as Photos above along with a long grey trench coat
Manager: Lou Sipher
Sipher and Crisis go way back and have a long history with each other. Sipher knows Crisis for as long as the monster can remember, and even though he doesnt always admit it out loud deep inside Crisis looks to Sipher as a father figure.
Theme:
“Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5NzpMYmfNQ
Entrance: (Non Title)
Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser begins to play over the PA as the lights go out and dark red lights begin to turn on through out the arena. Pyros explode at the top of the ramp, the crowd reacts as they were not expecting this to happen and then they notice that slowly walking out from the back there is a tall figure with a long grey trench coat. Behind him is another figure tall and slender with a cane in his right hand. The larger figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and looks around at the crowd, his dark red eyes gazing at each and every person in attendance. The smaller figure stands behind him clapping. Both stand at the top of the ramp sending an ominous feeling through out the arena.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Lou Sipher, weighing in at 320 pounds, he is the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis then begins to move from the ramp and make his way down to the ring with the jacket moving from side to side behind him. Sipher fallowing making disgraceful remark to the crowd. As Crisis walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. At the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity to most people, Sipher makes his way around Crisis and into the ring awhile. Crisis then starts to walk over to the steal steps. He turns towards them and then walks up and then half way down the apron and climbs into the ring through the second rope. Crisis goes to the center of the ring and stands there with his eyes again glaring around the arena. He then raises his arms into the air slowly without and then, without warning, throws them down causing flames to go off on all of the turnbuckles. The lights then come back to normal. Crisis then removes his coat to reveal his wrestling attire of Black and grey tights with ominous designs all over his suit, he then hands his coat to Sipher who holds on to them for the time being. Crisis then adjust his glove on his right hand and stands in the middle of the ring for the match to start. Just standing there, staring at the entrance ramp with intensity in his eyes. Sipher is by his side looking around at the crowd with a sinister smile on his face as he continues to mock the crowd.
Entrance: (Title)
Hello Zepp” by Charlie Clouser begins to play over the PA as the lights go out and dark red lights begin to turn on through out the arena. Pyros explode at the top of the ramp, the crowd reacts as they were not expecting this to happen and then they notice that slowly walking out from the back there is a tall figure with a long grey trench coat. In his right hand he is holding a title belt with one of the straps dragging on the ground. Behind him is another figure tall and slender with a cane in his right hand. The figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and looks around at the crowd, his dark red eyes gazing at each and every person in attendance. The smaller figure stands behind him clapping. Both stand at the top of the ramp sending an ominous feeling throughout the arena.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 320 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Lou Sipher, he is the (add in title name here) Champion, the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis begins to move from the ramp and makes his way down to the ring with the coat dragging on the ground behind him and the title to his right side dragging as well. Sipher fallowing making disgraceful remark to the crowd. As he walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity to most people, Sipher makes his way around Crisis and into the ring awhile. Crisis then starts to walk over to the steal steps. He turns towards them and then walks up and then half way down the apron and climbs into the ring through the second rope. Crisis then goes to the center of the ring and stands there with his eyes gazing around the crowd; he lays the title in front of his feet and stands tall above it. He then raises his arms into the air slowly and then, without warning, throws them down causing flames to go off on all of the turnbuckles. The lights then come back to normal and the Crisis removes his coat to reveal his wrestling attire of Black and grey tights with ominous designs all over his suit, he then hands his coat and his title belt to Sipher waiting with him in the ring. Crisis then adjust his glove on his right hand and stands in the middle of the ring for the match to start. Just standing there, staring at the entrance ramp with intensity in his eyes. Sipher is by his side looking around at the crowd with a sinister smile on his face as he continues to mock the crowd.
Attacks
Upper Cut
Big Boot
Straight Punch
Toe Kick
Clothesline
COMMON MOVES
Superplex
Spear
Double Arm Suplex
Pump handle slam
Inverted ddt
Choke Toss
Full Nelson Slam
Belly to Back Suplex
Spine buster
Big Back Body Drop
Guerrilla Press Slam
Pedigree
Snake Eyes
Turnbuckle Power bomb
Belly to Belly Suplex
Belly to Back Suplex
Shock treatment
Submission Moves
Full Nelson
Triangle Choke Hold
Bear Hug
Iron Claw
Dragon Sleeper
TRADEMARK MOVES:
The C3 (Crisis Cranium Crusher)
Description: Tombstone Pile Driver
Kill Switch
Description: Batista Bomb
Soul Eraser
Description: Picks Opponent up for a Crucifix Power bomb but instead flips them over and hits the Dominator
The Final Redemption
Description: Choke slam into sit down Power Bomb
The Damnation
Description: Inverted Swinging Neckbreaker
Hands of the Underworld
Description: Gogoplata (Undertaker’s Hells Gates)
SUBMISSION FINISHER
Hades Hold
Description: Cobra Clutch Backbreaker when opponent is on the mat applies Body Scissors
PRIMARY FINISHER
Satan’s Plunge
Description: F-5
Crisis Biography.
(This isn’t a life bio it’s more of a childhood thing explaining why Crisis is the demented monster he is today, enjoy)
Crisis is a dark and sinister man, his past is something he usually likes to keep to himself he only brings it up when he has too. His life story is unique and dark as well which explains this man, or monsters way of thinking.
Crisis grew up with his parents and his younger brother, Genocide. Both of these boys where built like linebackers, they were solid muscle. Both of them where the bullies in their town, nobody associated with them, and they didn’t associate with anyone else. Crisis and Genocide did everything together when it came to running amuck in the town, they robbed stores, they stole cars, terrorized everyone that lived there. You didn’t have to look far to see why these two acted the way they did, all you had to do was spend 10 minutes in their home and all the answers would come to you at once.
Their mother was a caring woman, she loved her boys more than the world itself, and she would do anything for them. Not because she was afraid of them but because her boys treated her with more respect than her husband. The man was insane, a crazy lunatic who did nothing more than drink. His alcoholic lifestyle was hard on the family, but as much Crisis and Genocide tried to talk their mother into leaving the bastard she had too much of a heart. The heart that probably got her killed.
Now Crisis and Genocide’s father didn’t respect the boys that much why? Well that reason never came out. Their father was the only man that they were scared of; the only made that put fear into their eyes. When he would get drunk he got drunk. He beat his boys to a pulp most nights out of the week and told them not to tell their mother or he would kill them. He scared these two; they didn’t even want to look at him in fear of pissing him off and being beaten. However one day their drunken bastard father went too far.
Crisis and Genocide came home one day from their usual business, causing the usual mayhem around town. They walked inside their home and immediately knew something was wrong. They walked into the kitchen, the first room you entered when going into this home and there she was, dead. Their mother lay motionless on the ground. Her eyes still opened her mouth still in the position as if she were screaming. You can see the fear that was in her eyes when the attack happened. The worst of the sight was the blood all over the kitchen, not just the floors and their mother, but on the walls and appliances that filled the room. It was like the scene you would see at a Halloween park but this was all too real, no props here. She was murdered, the kitchen knife still sticking in her abdomen, the blood no longer oozing out. Their mothers intestines where lying on the floor. A horror movie I tell you, a death that no man should wish upon his enemy.
The look on the boy’s face was indescribable. Their skin went pale, the feeling as if the life was sucked out of them. Crisis dropped to his knees and ran his fingers through her now blood soaked hair. He couldn’t believe it. Who could do such a thing? Then he noticed it, the empty beer bottle that was on the floor next to the broken table. Anger came over Crisis, an anger that has not been seen in anyone before. He slowly turned his head towards the kitchen and there he was, passed out on the couch with another bottle of beer in his hands, their father.
Crisis slowly stood to his feet and his fist shut tightly, his brother Genocide doing the same thing, daddy dearest had gone too far this time. Crisis let out a yell that could have woken the dead and he charged into the living room. Their father woke up but it was too late, by the time he could react Crisis was on top of him and pounding his fist into his face, blood instantly poured out of his mouth. He tried to fight back but with no success. Genocide joined in the fight at this time, both boys now laid into him there was nothing their father could do now he was trapped in a corner. Crisis finally backed off and Genocide took over the main assault now stomping his foot into his chest and stomach. Crisis barking out orders to his brother and told him to take him up to the main bedroom. Genocide did so as Crisis went out to the shed. He grabbed a wooden baseball bat and a can of gasoline and took them back into the house.
Crisis walked up stairs slowly hearing the assault that was still being laid out, the house was a wreck. The couch was broken, pictures off the walls and on the floor. The hand rail on the steps knocked to the floor. Crisis reached the top of the steps and slowly made his way back the hallway, a dead look now in his eyes no care in the world at this point in time. He made it to the room; Genocide had their father beaten to a bloody pulp. Crisis told him to stop and take the can of gasoline. Genocide started pouring the liquid all throughout the room. Meanwhile Crisis started his dirty work; he took the bat and tapped it on the ground as he walked towards his father who was trying to crawl away at this point. Crisis only laughed as he reached him. He stood on his foot and raised the bat above his head bringing it down hard onto his father’s leg. Bones could be heard being broken as Crisis repeated this act, their father shouted out for mercy with Crisis showing none what so ever, not after all the hell he put them through growing up.
He kept going and going not letting up one second all his anger was running through his veins and all Crisis could do was smile and laugh, he was enjoying this sick demented torture. Finally Genocide stepped in and told him they had to finish the job. Crisis reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and lit it. He looked directly at their father who was reaching under the bed at this time. Crisis’s last words to his father where, “See you in Hell!” Crisis dropped the lighter and the room instantly engulfed into flames as well as their father. His screams could be heard for a mile away as he continued to reach under the bed. Crisis stood in the door way and laughed sadistically. Genocide was starting to leave when he turned around and grabbed Crisis telling him they have to leave. Crisis hesitated he wanted to watch their father suffer. Genocide finally stepped in front of him and started pushing. All of a sudden a loud bang rang out and Genocide dropped to the ground, he was shot in the leg by their father. Crisis started to panic, not the fire was starting to spread more and quicker, it had reached the next room and starting into the hall way were they were standing. Crisis picked his brother up onto his shoulders; he started to walk down the hallway when the floor gave way they fell through to the living room below. Crisis started to sit up, pain shot into his back he looked around for his brother and couldn’t find him at first. He started moving away burnt pieces of wood not knowing at this time that his very skin was beginning to melt. Finally he found him his brother, unconscious. Crisis tried to dig him out but right before he finished a second part of the ceiling above collapsed right on top of Genocide.
The pain from the burning had caught up to him he couldn’t take the heat anymore he knew he had to leave there was no saving his brother now. He ran out of the house and past his mother not even stopping for one last look. Crisis stood in the front yard, and watched as his home had burnt to the ground. He only stared, no signs of crying at all, not because of his now deformed face but because deep inside he was heartless. He knew now that his mother and brother where dead what more could he loose now, why cry when it’s not going to bring them back.
For hours Crisis stood in that front yard just watching not moving an inch, not saying a word out loud to himself. Now Crisis has made his way to the wrestling world and with this story out other competitors need to realize one thing. If Crisis is able to do what he did to his father, and leave behind his brother after he burned to death in that fire, what could he do to that person that isn’t family? The monster within Crisis has been awake ever since this tragic day, the memories reply themselves over and over again in his mind, it haunts him. But now that his father is dead he has nothing left to fear, now that he lost his brother and mother there is nothing else to loose. The only thing Crisis has to fear now is fear itself, and this monster that is known as Crisis, is that fear.
