JUDD HOLLOW
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Wrestler's Real Name: Unknown
Wrestler’s Age: 36 years of age
Height: 6’7
Weight: 273 lbs
Hometown: Black Creek, Tennessee
Alignment: Heel
Pic Base: Dexter Lumis(Dreadlock Version)
Backstory/Important Character Details:
Strengths:
-High pain tolerance
-Willing to get his hands dirty and bloody
-Very innovative when it comes to weapon usage
Weaknesses:
-Sometimes his rage gets the best of him
-Can become overly aggressive when pushed to his limits
Entrance Theme Music: Brother’s Blight- Blood On My Name
Ring Entrance:
The arena surrenders to darkness…
A suffocating hush rolls over the crowd as the lights drain away one section at a time, until what remains is a low glow bathing the entrance stage in tones of ash-gray as that of ash itself falls upon the arena. The titantron flickers once… twice… then stabilizes into a grainy, distorted image of static and slow-moving shadows.
The opening strings of The Brothers Bright – “Blood On My Name” creep through the PA system…
A rhythm begins to form. The rhythm is methodical, deliberate, like footsteps approaching…
The fog begins to raise from the floor, swallowing the ramp in seconds until nothing below the knees is visible. The stage becomes an altar of mist. It sets the tone as Father Malachi Graves steps out from behind the curtain in his typical reverend attire.
Rosary beads dangle from his fingers, swinging with each slow, deliberate step. He doesn’t look around. He doesn’t acknowledge the crowd. His gaze is fixed forward focused on the mission at hand.
He pauses at the top of the ramp, before giving a whisper upon the beads…
A dragging sound cuts through the music…
“There’s a reckonin’ a comin’.
And it burns beneath the grave…
With lead inside my belly,
Cause my soul has lost its way…”
Chains scraping metal…
Something heavy being pulled aggressively through the fog...
Judd Hollow steps into view, bare chest carved in inked sleeves that wrap his arms like scriptures of violence. Slightly torn camo pants hang loose, worn like they’ve survived too many nights that should’ve ended him. Heavy chains are draped across his shoulders, trailing down his back and dragging behind him as he walks. A bandana rests upon his head. From beneath it, bleached, uneven dreadlocks spill out—matted, worn, and almost lifeless in color…
”Oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid?
Oh, Lazarus, were you so afraid?”
Across his forehead he bares an inverted cross painted in thick black strokes. Smudged at the edges. His eyes are framed in dark paint, stretching beneath them like hollow sockets—giving him the look of something that hasn’t blinked in a long time.
He doesn’t look at the crowd. He looks through them…
Malachi steps slightly ahead, still clutching the rosary. He begins walking again, and Judd follows… two figures moving in sync without needing to acknowledge each other.
The chains drag louder now…
CLINK… scrape… CLINK… scrape…
The music swells, but neither of them reacts…
“When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell comin' after you…
I've got blood…
And I've got blood on my name!”
Halfway down the ramp, Judd stops. The fog curls around his legs almost attempting to swallow him. Malachi continues forward a few more steps, then slowly turns his head back just enough to acknowledge him without breaking his composure.
A quiet exchange happens without words. Judd tilts his head slightly. A slow roll and crack of the neck with a look of hatred etched upon his face. After a quick breath, Judd begins to walk again…
But slower…
It’s almost as if every step is being measured and calculated to precision.
At ringside, Malachi circles once, rosary beads sliding through his fingers like he’s counting sins. He reaches the ring steps first and ascends without urgency, never breaking rhythm. It’s at this moment Judd steps to the ringside area before following Malachi up the steps.
Each step onto the steel stairs produces a heavy clang that echoes longer than it should. Once he reaches the top step Judd pauses again before leaning slightly forward, chains sliding off his shoulders as he drops the iron vines behind him.
Then he steps through the ropes, stomping his foot upon the ring canvas as the fog begins to settle.Malachi watches with a sinister look upon his face, lifting the rosary briefly as if blessing something that should not be blessed.
Inside the ring, Judd walks to the center. The lights begin to flicker frantically before slowing down. Meanwhile through the speakers, the music distorts for half a second, like it’s being choked or even worse-
possessed…
And then silence returns in pieces…
Judd lowers his head slightly. Malachi stands just behind him now, like a shadow. A cold look growing upon his face. The message becomes loud and clear without a single word being spoken…
This is more than an entrance, it’s an arrival...
In-Ring Style: Hybrid Deathmatch Extraordinaire (Dominant Hardcore style, along with vicious striking background abilities via punches, knees, and elbows while still agile and athletic enough to do various springboard maneuvers and dives out of the ring)
10 or More Standard Moves:
-Rolling Death Valley Driver
-Sit Out Crucifix Powerbomb
-Flying Knee
-Sling Blade
-Apron DDT
-Flip Piledriver
-Ripcord Lariat
-Impaler DDT
-Moonsault
-Tongan Death Grip
-Sleeper Hold
-Butterfly DDT
-Running Cannonball(Corner)
-Spinning Leg Lariat
-Double Handed Choke Bomb
-Spinebuster
-Chokebomb
-Hangman’s Neckbreaker
-Buckshot Lariat
-Discus Big Boot
-Straight Jacket German Suplex
Trademark Move #1: The Bone Orchard Swing
Description: Running Discus Lariat
Trademark Move #2: Black Creek Baptism
Description: Ripcord Knee
Finishing Move Name #1: Devil’s Hollow
Description: Running Powerbomb Lungblower
Finishing Move Name #2: The Sin Eater
Description: Crippler Crossface
Protected Finishing Move Name(Rarely kicked out of): The Last Ride Home
Description: End Of Days
Favorite Hardcore Attacks/Spots:
-Choking & hanging opponents w/ various items… especially the chains from his entrance.
-Flaming table maneuvers.
-Thumb tacks & barbed wire spots(Loves to wrap people in it)
-Will smash hands & fingers with old rusty hammers.
-Biting the forehead of others.
-Stabbing people with forks(Think Abdullah The Butcher)
-Will fishhook people’s mouths while they are on their back and standing over them with his pointer finger.
Additional Notes (What are some things that they would ALWAYS do? Or would NEVER do?):
ALWAYS
-Wipes opponents blood across face, chest or tongue when opportunity is presented…
-Always works in a methodical pace when in his zone, kinda like a serial killer…
-Always willing to fight dirty if needed…
NEVER
-Panics around blood or exploited weakness…
-Plays into crowd reactions…
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