Post by King of the Goons. on Nov 26, 2018 21:24:12 GMT -5
MICHAEL MURTAGH
PERSONAL INFORMATION
REAL NAME: Michael Mathias Murtagh.
GENDER: Male.
PICBASE: Sean Alexander..
RACE: White.
NATIONALITY: American.
D.O.B./AGE: 22.
HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A.
RESIDES: Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S. of A.
PROFESSIONAL INFORMATION
RING NAME(S): The Goon. King of the Goons, Mad Dog Murtagh.
NICKNAME(S): Mad Dog Murtagh.
BILLED FROM: Chicago, Illinois, U.S. of A.
HEIGHT: 6’5”
WEIGHT: 250lbs.
TRAINED BY: Vivi Robichaud; The Lion’s Den
CROWD AFFILIATION:
PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: 2018.
DIVISION: Angled, but I wouldn’t mind one offing on RP, from time to time.
WRESTLING INFORMATION
WRESTLING STYLE: A mix of outright brawling, Legitimate HEMA, and textbook amatuer wrestling. He’s all strength and endurance with very little actual seasoned experience outside of a HEMA club or hockey rink. He’s a rookie to the squared circle, and it shows, but he’s very damn capable in a fight, and while unpolished, he makes up for it with being as vicious as possible. Aerial manuevers aren’t his thing, neither are fancy techniques. He’s a brute, he fights like one, and while he does have a few hits, he prefers to keep his feet on the ground and his fists being driven into his opponent.
MATCH TACTICS: He has zero issue with fighting dirty. He has zero issue with being as ferocious as possible. Give him a weapon and he’ll use it like a brush to paint a master piece. He’s there to snatch the win and take the money from winning.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Ruthless, aggressive, blunt, with a ghoulish sense of humor and a permanent chip on his shoulder..
CHARACTER ANALYSIS: He’s the product of a fucked up environment. He was raised by the Foster System, and the only real thing that saved him from outright poverty was his ability to play hockey. He doesn’t trust many people, he’s paranoid, and as a result, he’s extremely insecure and willing to capitalize to put himself in a better position. Oddly enough, he’s pretty honest for what he is. He values history immensely, he’s got a keen mind even though he plays it dumb. He dumbs down a lot of parts about him openly with a self deprecating sense of humor.
GIMMICK DESCRIPTION: He’s the Goon, the enforcer. He’s there to kick ass, take names, and hurt people. He’s in this for the money, and the glory, not for the art of the sport. He doesn’t name his moves, he just does them.
TWITTER: @hitsomebody_
EXPERIENCE:
PAST ACCOLADES: Former Professional Hockey Player in the NHL; Chicago Blackhawks.
MOVESET INFORMATION
FINISHERS
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PRIMARY FINISHER: Leg Trap Chokeslam. [Usually as a counter to a kick.]
SECONDARY FINISHER: One Handed Chokeslam.
DESPERATION FINISHER: Fallaway Moonsault Slam.
FINAL FINISHER: Two Handed Sitout Chokeslam from the second rope.
SIGNATURES
Pumphandle Backbreaker. “That
Double Underhook Piledriver.
Deadlift German Suplex [Will try to bridge it into a pin.]
Figure Four.
High Crotchlift turning into an explosive slam.
REGULAR MOVESET
(15 is the minimum; you can keep past the 20.
Straight up Jabs/Overhand Punches.
Crosses/Hooks.
Big Boot/Stomp Kick.
Ankle Pick. [For bigger opponents.]
Single Leg Takedown. [Also, for Bigger Opponents.]
Double Leg Takedown.
Fireman’s Carry Slam. [And variation slams from the Fireman’s Carry position.]
Gutwrench Powerbomb.
Gutwrench Suplex.
Tilt a Whirl Arm Drag.
Fisherman Driver.
Half Nelson Driver.
Samoan Drop.
Facebreaker DDT.
Deathvalley Driver.
Pumphandle Slam.
Belly to Belly/Belly to back Suplex.
Fisherman Suplex.
Hammerlock Suplex.
Half-Hatch Suplex.
Muay Thai Clinch. [Rag dolling people in it, delivering hard elbows and knee strikes.]
ENTRANCE INFORMATION
ENTRANCE THEME: Amazing, by Kanye West.
ANNOUNCER INTRODUCTION:ERIN LAMBERT: “At six feet, five inches, and two hundred, fifty pooooounds! It’s the King of the Goons! MICHAEL, THE MAD DOG, MURTAAAAAGH!”
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION:
The moment that before the music cued up, the tick-tick-tick of the song? The whole arena went black, pitch black, only to be lit up the flashing of the screen in tandem with the ticks, then, as the music played and a series of pyrotechnics went down of along the ramp? Out strolled Murtagh, clad in the dark red, trimmed with black, of his ring get up. The boots, the trunks, and the sleeveless hoodie. Taped up fists, and black stripes beneath his eyes, he looked the part that he played, especially as he stared down at the ring.
He had the eerie kind of confidence that a rookie shouldn’t have, the kind that a shark swam in the tank with. Daunting, but with a sort of naturalness to it that just made it seem right as the behemoth made his way down the ramp and to the ring, hands by his sides. No shadow boxing, no dancing, just that quiet walk that brought him to the squared circle.
That hoodie came off, unzipped and then peeled away before errantly and half-hazardly tossing it out into the crowd before the man turned back to face the ring.
Hands lifting, he grabbed the second rope and hoisted himself up and over the apron, lifting a leg over the top rope to climb in. He had a job to do, no sense in delaying it further.
CHAMPIONSHIP ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION:
BIOGRAPHY
Born with little in Chicago, he was in and out of group homes and the like. No parents, no family that he knew of, he was basically born to be a statistic. If he hadn’t fallen in love with hockey, he probably would have been, especially with that temper of his. The same temper that made him a star as a goon, or rink enforcer in the NHL, was the same temper that got him kicked out for nearly killing an opponent on the ice. The same temper that had him landing indy spots because of a recorded fight that went viral from a dispute in a club. Now, now he’s just sort of winging it when it comes to things but.. He’s got a talent for wrestling it seems, and those bills are always piling up. .
