James Devastation, 2 Nicknames, 1 John Tatum Clone.

[BlackieX]

Wrestler
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Character's Name: "The Beverly Hills Assassin" James "Master Of Disaster" Devastation
Height: A towering 6' 6" (or 6' 2", if you believe your eyes, tape measurers, wrestling officials, and/or James' doctor)
Weight: A lean, trim, absolutely ripped 250 lbs. (or a paunchy 267 lbs., according to those dirty, lying scales)
Age (DOB if you like): 21 (perhaps better known as 39, in Arabic numerals)
Hometown: Beverly Hills, California (although, he has all his mail forwarded to Front Royal, Virginia. *cough*)
Face/Heel: Heel

Appearance/Ring Attire: In his prime, Devastation was actually in pretty damn good shape, making the ladies swoon all throughout the south as "Devastating" James Dade, and in a lot of ways, it still shows tonight. He's a pretty powerfully built guy, with the chest, shoulders, and limbs of a wrestler. The years haven't really been unkind to James, but they _have_ been plentiful- he's been a professional wrestler for 22 years now- and as a result, he's gone a bit soft around the gut. He's not a fatass by any means, but his once "soft" sixpack has disappeared beneath a paunch, he's developed slight lovehandles and... well... his ass has gotten fat, to be blunt.

His face shows his age, too, and make no mistake- the beginnings of a double chin, the faint but unmistakable start of jowls forming, and crows' feet around his eyes definitely giving lie to his claimed age of "21." To make matters worse, his light brown hair, so lovingly groomed and cut into an immacutely styled (some would say grotesquely overpermed, tasteless heretics that they are), is starting to thin a little on the crown of his head. Well... a lot. As in, he has a baldspot. It's only the size of a half dollar, but it's most definitely there, and unlikely to miraculously shrink. As if to somehow draw attention away from these facts, James has grown his hair out long in the back, letting it fall just past shoulderlength before being trimmed straight across the bottom, and he's also taken to wearing a short, well-trimmed mustache and full beard, ignoring the fact that it grows in a much darker brown than the hair on his head (what's left of it) and makes him look a little... well... ridiculous.

His ring attire's pretty simple, the same ring attire he's worn for his entire career- mildly reflective black briefs with an inverted metallic green triangle on each side (the base of the triangle starts at the waistband of his trunks, and narrows to a point at the leg opening), white wrist tape, black and metallic green elbow pads, black kneepads, and tall white leather wrestling boots, with green tassles hanging from the ends of the laces.

It should also be noted that James has a pretty hairy chest and gut, too- not into grotesque, grizzly bear/manpelt levels, but it's definitely more than a "light dusting." To make matters worse, the hair on his chest has started to grey, slightly (which makes one wonder why the hair on his head and face haven't, since it is patently impossible to "dye" one's hair a specific color, as science has proven time and again). In his younger days, he kept his body hairless, but these days, it's so hard to shave with your hand trembling, and the shaking doesn't stop 'til the fourth or fifth beer of the morning... and by then, he usually says "Hell with it" and finishes "the morning sixer," as he refers to breakfast.

Basic Entrance (no c/p please): James usually storms out of the back to a clapping-led chant of "Dev-A-Stay-SHUN!" (the fact that he's the one clapping and chanting is irrelevant) and starts to make his way to the ring, stopping frequently to drop his hands to his sides, suddenly "gunsling" them both up so that the index fingers point at one of the crowd with an aisle-side seat, and make a large "O" with his mouth, like he's acknowledging a rabid fan. It's... well, it's pretty embarassing, really, both for the fans, and for CIW itself, but James? No way- judging from his actions, he's completely convinced he's the most over man in the fed.

He usually pauses about three quarters of the way to the ring to catch his breath, then continues his schtick the rest of the way there.

Entrance Music: Alice Cooper, "No More Mister Nice Guy"

15 or More Common Moves: Suplex, bodyslam, chop, kick to the gut, lowblow, eyerake, ropeburn, side headlock, side headlock choke, wobbly dropkick, gorilla press slam (rare- he's lazy), punch, stomp, elbowdrop, legdrop, fistdrop, forearm shivers

Any Signature Moves/Actions:

1. Beverly Hills Deathlock. It's... uh... it's an Indian Deathlock. With lots of "Yeah, baby!"s and hair tosses and "intense" stares out into the crowd.

2. Figure Four. Or, in this case, Figure Three & Four Quarters, since James tends to forget to catch the opponent's foot under his knee. When he slaps it on right, it's fairly effective as a weardown hold (he can't be bothered to strain hard enough to make it that effective as a submission), but most of the time, it's just an excuse for him to look confused, awed, and momentarily terrified as his opponent "powers" out of it.

3. San Andreas Faultline. It's a pretty basic running lariat, except he claps his hands together just before he hits it (he's convinced that somehow, clapping his hands and then throwing his arm out straight adds force to it), and he dives down to his knees right after it connects, so that he's sitting on his knees and staring at the crowd as if amazed by his own power as his opponent hits the mat. That said, it actually IS a pretty effective clothesline, and has been known to end matches.

4. "Martial arts." This basically involves James screaming "WAAAAAAA!" and flailing his hands around wildly, as if he's doing some kind of kata for the martial form of Tourettes Fu. It looks patently ridiculous, because it is, but James is a ninja in his own mind.

5 & 6. Savate kick and Thrust kick. These both tie in to #4, sometimes. They're just what they sound like- a savate kick, and a martial arts thrust kick- but they're actually remarkably well-executed, and pretty damn brutal in their own right. Very, very effective, all the moreso if he nails one of them out of his "kata" and catches an opponent off guard.

Finishing Move (Describe if necessary): Devastation, Incorporated! It's a piledriver, assisted with a double handful of tights, but you'd think it was a double-springboard blind superbomb suicida, from the way Devastation talks about it.

Describe Wrestler's Style, if necessary: Mostly, he's an old school worker, but prone to momentary moments of... uh... something. Fits, I guess.

Explain Wrestler's Motivations/Background/Personality/Etc.: Oh dear.

Well, see, it's kind of like this.

James has been wrestling for 22 years, and, well... he's not happy about the toll the years have taken on his body- because, clearly, it IS the years' fault, and has nothing to do with 22 years of pizza, beer, hotwings, 16 year old girls, "massage parlors," bourbon, diet pills, greasy double-decker bacon cheeseburgers with extra mayo and "hold that salad shit, I ain't no rabbit, sweetcheeks" washed down with beer, that one rube in Memphis who James SWEARS he thought was a girl 'til he found a wrench under her dress where her toolbox was supposed to be, Krispy Kremes, Dunkin' Doughnuts, chicken-fried steak, tubes of chocolate chip cookie dough eaten with a spoon, or beer. Honest.

But wrestling is a young man's game, and the sport's become something different than what he came up with, all about extreme risks and flippy little midgets and guys with weird heavy metal with Cookie Monster singing, and who the hell knows what else- so, "Devastation" James Dade decided that there was only one thing to do.

Recapture his glory days.

And that required he reinvent himself.

Enter "The Beverly Hills Assassin" James "Whatever the hell I put down there" Dade... er, no. Devastation. Devastation's a much more 90s last name. I mean, two thousands last name.

Yeah.

So let's get this show on the road, hoss!

[StevieScott]

This might be the greatest application ever.

[BigPoppaBuyrate]

Yep, this is one of my favorites from the many, many, MANY Blackie apps I got over the years.

[StevieScott]

Would be a great fit in AWA.

[BigPoppaBuyrate]

James Devastation and Stevie Scott with a valet between them would have been the ultimate Hyatt & Hot Stuff International.

[Overly_Critical_Jue]

Stevie Scott's not in enough hypothetical stables.

[StevieScott]

I favor the hypothetical stable of Stevie Scott and Juan Vasquez, where Stevie is from Los Angeles and the two are known as the 18th Street Posse.

[Overly_Critical_Jue]

Stevie as Rey to Juan's Konnan would be magical.

[StevieScott]

And think of all the lap dance coupons!