Post by Jonathan Sanders on Dec 24, 2020 3:34:31 GMT -5
Name:
"The Lost Cause" Jonathan Sanders
Nicknames:
"The Lost Cause" (Of course)
"The Snake of Eden"
"The Messiah of the Damned"
"The Outsider"
Hometown:
Toronto, ON Canada
Age:
28
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
185 lbs.
Pic Base:
Spencer Charnas of "Ice Nine Kills"
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Theme song:
"Blood Pigs" by Otep
Entrance:
"Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts (a la classic CM Punk), a black t-shirt (usually his own merch or a band shirt) and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there he'll peel off the shirt, discard it haphazardly, then make his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven as he awaits his opponent, grinning his sardonic grin all the while. If entering second, he'll still do this, glaring defiantly as if daring them to make the first move.
Affiliation:
Oh, the heelest of fuckin' heels, man.
Short Bio:
Throughout the entirety of human history, including all that is yet even to be, there exists no greater ball of rage and hatred than the monster called Jonathan Sanders. Born unto an alcoholic, abusive father and a mother too timid to oppose, Sanders has led no easy life. His earliest memories are dark, bitter things, full of the pain and terror which would come to define his entire adult life. Through all the pain and torment, however, there was a single shining light: professional wrestling. John loved wrestling, finding solace in the larger-than-life characters and dramatic storytelling during his more-difficult periods of strife, and falling deeply in love with the idea of the business. It should come as no surprise, then, that the first place he went after running away at the age of 16 was the local wrestling academy. Training was incredibly taxing on Sanders' mind as well as his body, the mounting stress of being left to forge his own path ahead with no alternative only serving to exacerbate his existing emotional issues. Still, he was able to keep his demons in check and finally break into the business just two years later at the ripe old age of 18. Working a variety of small, independent federations through North America for quite some time in his early years, John found virtually no success, his mental health worsening with each defeat but never quite boiling over. It wasn't until he finally started seeing some exposure, landing a gig in the lower-midcard of a nationally-syndicated promotion, that things really grew dire. Sanders' seemingly-insurmountable losing streak continued until finally he started no-showing events, failing to turn up for three incredibly important matches in a row. When fans finally DID see him again, he was sporting a new look, wearing all black, sporting "guyliner" with a fringe and the Japanese kanji for "Pain" tattooed down the back of his neck, and calling himself "The Lost Cause".
This darker tone extended to more than just Jonathan's fashion sense, as his in-ring work began to take on a rougher, more sadomasochistic bent as well. Jonathan seemed no longer content to simply WIN matches, but sought to inflict as much agony as possible on his opponents as well as himself. Utilizing anything and everything at his disposal, with little regard for his own physical wellbeing, Jonathan Sanders has one goal when he steps between the ropes: to make the entire world hurt as badly as he does. Think Darby Allin meets PAC; an incredibly daring, suicidal high-flyer with a mean, mean brutal streak and some technical skill to back it up.
Embracing the darkness he has fought so long to suppress, Sanders has finally given himself willingly to his demons, taking every ounce of self-loathing, sorrow and pain he felt based on his childhood traumas and losses in wrestling and directing them outwards. A being of surpassing nihilism, unrelenting anger and a supremely cynical mind, the self-styled "Outsider" delights in feeling pain as well as inflicting it, and he will not rest until everyone around him has experienced his torment.
Having found some midcard to upper-midcard mainstream success in recent years, Sanders dropped off the grid again in 2017 when his previous employer permanently closed their doors. What his sudden reappearance means for PWS APEX, or for the sport of wrestling as whole, remains to be seen, but one thing is certain: whatever his intentions, the entire PWS roster should be very, very concerned.
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Moves:
Dropkick (Many variations - Moonsault, Shooting Star, Springboard, Top Rope, etc.)
Float-Over Reverse DDT (typically transitions into "Dopamine Deficiency" signature move)
Hurricanrana
Tornado DDT
Spinning Elbow
(R-Truth style)
Asai Moonsault (always to the outside a la Ultimo Dragon)
Springboard Enzuigiri
Roll-through Cross Armbreaker
Standing 450 Legdrop (Targets the throat specifically)
Springboard Crossbody
Various springboard/diving moves; he's very much an innovative "emotional hardcore"-style high-flyer and it shows.
Flying Double-Kneestrike
Top-Rope Handspring Double Foot Stomp (usually aims for the arm or throat)
Beyond that, just a plethora of painfully-stiff strikes and violent techniques such as eye gouges, biting, stamping on fingers, etc. to show off his brutal sadistic streak.
Signature moves(5 min):
"Shot of Serotonin" - Stiff-as-fuck Pele Kick
"Cry for Help" - Springboard Shiranui
Springboard Arm-Drag Takedown into Fujiwara Armbar
"Dopamine Deficiency" - Octopus Stretch/Dragon Sleeper Combo
"Suicidal Tendencies" - Tope Con Hilo/Tope Suicida
Shooting Star Plancha
"Downward Spiral" - Satellite Headscissors Takedown
Finisher(s)(1 min/3 max):
"Total Eclipse of the Soul" - Corkscrew Moonsault (Performed from absolutely anywhere)
"The Great Depression" - Anaconda Vice
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Twitter handle:
@apexlostcause
"The Lost Cause" Jonathan Sanders
Nicknames:
"The Lost Cause" (Of course)
"The Snake of Eden"
"The Messiah of the Damned"
"The Outsider"
Hometown:
Toronto, ON Canada
Age:
28
Height:
6'1"
Weight:
185 lbs.
Pic Base:
Spencer Charnas of "Ice Nine Kills"
----------------------------
Theme song:
"Blood Pigs" by Otep
Entrance:
"Blood Pigs" begins with a resounding scream, the sound of Otep Shamaya's voice
growling "TRAITORS!" as the lights dim and begin to strobe in time with the music. Around the 0:15 mark, when the rhythm changes and the whispered repetitions of "Blood Pig" begin, the lights cease strobing and return to a dim, moody version of "normal". At this point Sanders steps through the curtain, clad in his typical wrestling gear of baggy black shorts (a la classic CM Punk), a black t-shirt (usually his own merch or a band shirt) and black boots bearing the anarchy logo and the peace sign overlapping in white. Standing on the entrance stage for a long minute with a resentful, bitter sort of energy, Sanders takes a moment to adjust his wrist-tape (always dyed to look like blood-stained bandages over self-harm wounds) before beginning a slow walk towards the ring, head down and bearing a hateful scowl. He'll occasionally crack a wicked, sadistic half-smirk at audience members who heckle him before rolling into the ring and standing, scanning around as his dark eyes gleam with violent anticipation. The young man then rolls each wrist in turn, wincing in pain with the action, though it seems to bring him some modicum of sadomasochistic pleasure as well, as an evil grin blooms across his features. From there he'll peel off the shirt, discard it haphazardly, then make his way to the far corner, briefly testing the ropes with one pull. He then lowers himself to a seated position a la Raven as he awaits his opponent, grinning his sardonic grin all the while. If entering second, he'll still do this, glaring defiantly as if daring them to make the first move.
Affiliation:
Oh, the heelest of fuckin' heels, man.
Short Bio:
Throughout the entirety of human history, including all that is yet even to be, there exists no greater ball of rage and hatred than the monster called Jonathan Sanders. Born unto an alcoholic, abusive father and a mother too timid to oppose, Sanders has led no easy life. His earliest memories are dark, bitter things, full of the pain and terror which would come to define his entire adult life. Through all the pain and torment, however, there was a single shining light: professional wrestling. John loved wrestling, finding solace in the larger-than-life characters and dramatic storytelling during his more-difficult periods of strife, and falling deeply in love with the idea of the business. It should come as no surprise, then, that the first place he went after running away at the age of 16 was the local wrestling academy. Training was incredibly taxing on Sanders' mind as well as his body, the mounting stress of being left to forge his own path ahead with no alternative only serving to exacerbate his existing emotional issues. Still, he was able to keep his demons in check and finally break into the business just two years later at the ripe old age of 18. Working a variety of small, independent federations through North America for quite some time in his early years, John found virtually no success, his mental health worsening with each defeat but never quite boiling over. It wasn't until he finally started seeing some exposure, landing a gig in the lower-midcard of a nationally-syndicated promotion, that things really grew dire. Sanders' seemingly-insurmountable losing streak continued until finally he started no-showing events, failing to turn up for three incredibly important matches in a row. When fans finally DID see him again, he was sporting a new look, wearing all black, sporting "guyliner" with a fringe and the Japanese kanji for "Pain" tattooed down the back of his neck, and calling himself "The Lost Cause".
This darker tone extended to more than just Jonathan's fashion sense, as his in-ring work began to take on a rougher, more sadomasochistic bent as well. Jonathan seemed no longer content to simply WIN matches, but sought to inflict as much agony as possible on his opponents as well as himself. Utilizing anything and everything at his disposal, with little regard for his own physical wellbeing, Jonathan Sanders has one goal when he steps between the ropes: to make the entire world hurt as badly as he does. Think Darby Allin meets PAC; an incredibly daring, suicidal high-flyer with a mean, mean brutal streak and some technical skill to back it up.
Embracing the darkness he has fought so long to suppress, Sanders has finally given himself willingly to his demons, taking every ounce of self-loathing, sorrow and pain he felt based on his childhood traumas and losses in wrestling and directing them outwards. A being of surpassing nihilism, unrelenting anger and a supremely cynical mind, the self-styled "Outsider" delights in feeling pain as well as inflicting it, and he will not rest until everyone around him has experienced his torment.
Having found some midcard to upper-midcard mainstream success in recent years, Sanders dropped off the grid again in 2017 when his previous employer permanently closed their doors. What his sudden reappearance means for PWS APEX, or for the sport of wrestling as whole, remains to be seen, but one thing is certain: whatever his intentions, the entire PWS roster should be very, very concerned.
----------------------------
Moves:
Dropkick (Many variations - Moonsault, Shooting Star, Springboard, Top Rope, etc.)
Float-Over Reverse DDT (typically transitions into "Dopamine Deficiency" signature move)
Hurricanrana
Tornado DDT
Spinning Elbow
(R-Truth style)
Asai Moonsault (always to the outside a la Ultimo Dragon)
Springboard Enzuigiri
Roll-through Cross Armbreaker
Standing 450 Legdrop (Targets the throat specifically)
Springboard Crossbody
Various springboard/diving moves; he's very much an innovative "emotional hardcore"-style high-flyer and it shows.
Flying Double-Kneestrike
Top-Rope Handspring Double Foot Stomp (usually aims for the arm or throat)
Beyond that, just a plethora of painfully-stiff strikes and violent techniques such as eye gouges, biting, stamping on fingers, etc. to show off his brutal sadistic streak.
Signature moves(5 min):
"Shot of Serotonin" - Stiff-as-fuck Pele Kick
"Cry for Help" - Springboard Shiranui
Springboard Arm-Drag Takedown into Fujiwara Armbar
"Dopamine Deficiency" - Octopus Stretch/Dragon Sleeper Combo
"Suicidal Tendencies" - Tope Con Hilo/Tope Suicida
Shooting Star Plancha
"Downward Spiral" - Satellite Headscissors Takedown
Finisher(s)(1 min/3 max):
"Total Eclipse of the Soul" - Corkscrew Moonsault (Performed from absolutely anywhere)
"The Great Depression" - Anaconda Vice
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Twitter handle:
@apexlostcause
