Signature Moves: The Slaughter [Spear], Blood Lust [Irish Whip GTS], Asphyxiation [Boot Choke], Downfall [Cross Arm Powerbomb]
Finisher: The Systematic Shutdown [Reverse F5], No Escape [Triangle Hold], Rolling Suicide [Canadian Destroyer]
Championships: jOlt World Championship (2), jOlt Underground Championship
The Superbeast
Pay no mind to the distant battle; your fate lies with me. A simple decision between life or death, and they say God has it hard. To let you live is to show weakness and weakness is like an open wound that your enemy can take advantage of. On the other card we have death, ah so pure and simple death is but it's way too easy. You'll be scared as your bowels finally let lose and you beg with eyes filled with tears. That's the beauty of it all, no one leaves life like in the movies, you leave covered in your own waste. So I chose to be the executioner rather than the judge. The one who is in charge of making sure your punishment is done correctly. Call what I do inhumane or simply call it art, either way you cannot change fate. Fate is like the whore that you fuck and then you become HIV positive, there's not a God damn thing you can do about it but sit around and wait to die. You can try to fight it but why? In the end it wins, you lose, you are a loser, and you will die like the rest. And do you think that anyone cares you're gone? You're just another body in the sea of the dead. Just another grain of sand lost inside a wave, or as they say ... just dust in the wind.
At this point I've either become the object of your hatred or your new God. I simply don't care; my apathy for the world is strong. Let the warriors come, let the drums of war blare, let the mountains crumble into the sea but in the end, as always, I will be left standing. You can't kill that which is already dead. Not like those mentally challenged Goths you see running around but the kind of dead you find in ones soul after a great deal of self destruction. I am not your hero; I am not your boogieman. I am but a mere enigma of a monster. Like the shadows that surround you when you are sleeping I am always there, watching, feeling, and loathing you.
Call all this the ramblings of a loon or call it prophecy. It's a double edge sword that you now hold and slowly it begins to cut. The blood flows from your hand but your ignorance blinds this. You bleed yourself dry and as you begin to die you wonder why? I won't save you from your ignorance, I won't save you from your nightmares, nor will I save you from yourself.
Flock to me my sheep and I shall slaughter you all.
Height: 7 foot 1 inch
