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WARLORD MARS

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THE BASICS

●NICKNAMEBringer of War
↕HEIGHT6 feet 6 inches
◆WEIGHT464 pounds
●HOMETOWNMolvanîa c. 40,000AD
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WHO IS WARLORD MARS?

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GIMMICK / PERSONA

Mars comes from the grim, dark, far future. He survived a post-apocalyptic, irradiated hellscape. Mega fauna and flora, mutated species, and otherworldly threats came for Mars… But he slaughtered them all to stand tall as the fiercest Warlord in all The Wastes.

He’s loud, vulgar, and completely unhinged. Death has stalked him all his life. He sleeps with one eye open, trusts no man, and is paranoid. He acts recklessly and impulsively.
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ORIGIN STORY

Death, fire, and ashes… 24/7, 365. A neverending inferno of orgasmic violence and gore.
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CATCHPHRASE

“THIS… IS… WAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!”
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IN THE RING

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WRESTLING STYLE

Big, bruising brawler of a powerhouse... Fatfuck strongman wrecking ball - think prime Vader. Fights dirty, loves violent stipulations with weapons. Blood unlocks something primal and bestial in him.

Bear hug
Belly to belly suplex
Biel toss
Big boot 
Cannonball
Chokeslam
Corner splash
Fallaway slam
Military press
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Pumphandle slam
Samoan drop
Senton splash
Short-arm clothesline
Splash
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SIGNATURE MOVES

  • WARHEAD - KO headbutt outta nowhere (standing, falling, running etc.)
  • WARHAMMER - Jackhammer
  • WAR THUNDER - Rolling thunder
  • WAR HAWK - Plancha
  • WARPATH - Pounce
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FINISHING MOVE

  • WAR MACHINE - torture rack into Argentine powerbomb
  • WAR CRIME - Moonsault (KIWF)
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TAUNTS / GESTURES

  • Uber-macho displays of dominance and strength. Chest-thumping, push-ups, biceps flexing, bloodlust screams and voice-cracking roars. Think Scott Steiner x Brock Lesnar.
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ENTRANCE

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ENTRANCE SONG

THUNDERING WAR
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RING ENTRANCE

The Temple darkens.

Imagery of ruins, flames, and scorched earth haunts the video wall.
Sounds of explosions, clashing steel, and bloodcurdling screams punctuate the epic, militaristic Thundering War. 
Orange and red lights blink and pulsate in the darkness like muzzle flashes and fire, as dry ice rolls across the stage like smoke.

Through the wreckage and damnation emerges the hulking silhouette of the Bringer of War, to rousing choral singing.

Warlord Mars marches to the ring, his tattered, crimson cape billowing behind him with each commanding stride, fists clenched.

Once more into the fray.
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