Drake Connors
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Wrestler Information
Name: "The Dark Angel" Drake Connors
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Hometown: Unknown, currently resides in Texas in an abandoned mental hospital that's been retrofitted into a dojo.
Alignment: Neutral
Detailed Entrance
[ The lights in the arena goes dark as the opening chords of Drowning Pool's "The Man Without Fear" hits the PA. The Tron lights up with a staticky image of "The Dark Angel" Drake Connors. ]
**GO!!
Can you feel it, the perfect day
Scratch the leaves, the paper tears
The world I'm feeling starts giving way
A perfect day
A perfect day!
Suddenly you rule the universe
Everything was shapeless is now clear
I visualize with a drop of sound
I am The Man Without Fear**
[ The Tron begins to show the high-risk, high-impact moves that Connors is known for. The fans get to their feet and begin to cheer wildly, some chanting "GET SHOOK!" and others screaming "NOTHING SACRED WILL NEVER DIE!" ]
**You can't hurt me (NO)
You can't stop me (NO)
You can't beat me (NO)
You can't bring me DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil**
[ Drake comes charging out of the back, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and steel toed black combat boots. He pauses on the ramp, banging his head, pointing to the fans. ]
**Slowly she takes my hand
Delicate features in this rain
I lose everything can I dream
The voices scream
The voices shout
Suddenly you're shot irreparably
Everything was evil now clear
I hear the darkness without sound
I am The Man Without Fear
You can't hurt me (NO)
You can't stop me (NO)
You can't beat me (NO)
You can't bring me DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!**
[ Drake nods, throwing up the devil horns. He points at the Tron, where the highlight reel is showing a bloody Drake dominating in the Hardcore division. ]
**C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil
Justice is blind..
But I trust you
Justice is blind
But I trust you**
[ Drake shouts with his fists up in the air as the chorus kicks in again, and blue pyro shoots up to the rafters from the entrance ramp! ]
**C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon Daredevil**
See The Man...Without Fear!
See The Man...Without Fear!**
[ A HUGE burst of gold pyro shoots from the ramp as Drake runs down to the ring all high-energy, slapping hands with fans, pausing to chat with those holding Nothing Sacred signs. He reaches the ring just as the chorus kicks in one last time. ]
**C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon**
[ On the final note of the song, Drake lets off a primal shout to the fans, as blue pyro explodes from all four ring posts. Drake then leans on the turnbuckle in his corner casually, eyeballing his opponent with a dismissive air. ]
Wrestling Style: High-flying, martial arts, hardcore brawling, some technical.
Finishing Move: The Halo Breaker ( kick to the gut chained to modified inverted neckbreaker ), The Megaplex ( modified superplex from top turnbuckle ), The Hell's Gate ( monkey-flip chained to a sit-down power bomb )
Trademark Moves: The Fallen Angel ( The Swanton Bomb), The Wheel of Fate ( The Rolling Thunder ), The Facebreaker ( 6.1.9 ), The Withering Palm ( a palm strike to the face ), inverted Figure Four leg-lock, inverted DDT, Hurricanrana, Shining Wizard, and Nap Time ( snap-kick to the chin ).
History
Once a tool used by twisted, messianic mastermind, Drake was, at one time, a Hardcore champion in the Empire, engaged to be married, and on top of the world. Then everything fell apart. His fiancee vanished along with his mentor, the Empire seemingly failed, and all of his dreams of living a normal life blew away in the winds like so much vapor. And now, after 18 months of intensive training of both mind and body, after divesting himself of all the "lessons" imposed by his harsh former mentor, Drake returns to an Empire reborn, ready to leave his mark once again.
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