Devin Hawk

[Devin Hawk]

Wrestler Information

Name:
Devin Hawk (Real Name: Devin Marcus Thompson)
Nickname:
"The Terror", "The Human Horror Show"
DOB:
Dec. 11, 1984
Hometown:
Essex, England. (Billed from London, England)
Picture Base:
Tommy End

Height:
5'11"
Weight:
211lbs.
Alignment:
  Tweener. Devin doesn’t play to either heel, or face alignment. He targets anyone, and everyone. Often times the fans do cheer for him during his pursuit over a heel – but will boo due to his aggressive, violent tendencies.
Theme Music:
"A Victim, A Target" by ,Misery Signals (with "Firefight" intro)


Entrance:

Everyone’s attention in the arena turned to the stage in preparation for the next entrant. The sound system would almost immediately come to life when the camera centered on the curtain. The sound of actor William Defoe’s voice would soon be heard. An infamous quote from the movie, “The Boondock Saints”.



“For a few seconds…

This place was Armageddon.



Argh.



THERE WAS A FIREFIIIIGHHHHTTTT!!”



And immediately after those words were spoken, a heavy drum beat filled the speakers quickly followed by guitar and bass. The song that would be played was Misery Signals “A Victim, A Target”. As soon as that first kick from the bass drum was heard, the curtain was pushed aside and out marched the man known as “The Terror”; Devin Hawk. Devin took a couple of steps out onto the walkway, allowing the song to bring him down to the ring. His hair, wet, slicked back and dripped occasionally onto the leather vest he wore. His head lowered, and his eyes closed. He mouth along to the words as the crowd watches the bloodthirsty hunter…



(announcer): "Coming to the ring from London, England, weighing in at two hundred eleven pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall! He is "The Terror", DEVIN HHAAWWKK!!!"



After his name was announced, he would lift his head. His eyes narrowed on the ring in front of him as he began his march to the ring. He came to a full stop at the end of the walkway, finally tearing his eyes off of the ring to peer into the crowd. He took a step forward, climbing onto the apron and ducking into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Once inside of the ring, he stepped into the centre of the ring, and stopped. A few of the bloodthirsty among the Canadian crowd chanted for this man, “Kill, Hawk, Kill!”. Devin would mouth the closing words to the song as they played once and repeated to end the song.



“A VICTIM! A TARGET!

A VICTIM! A TARGET!”

Primary Style:
Kickboxing
Secondary Style:
Technical
Strongest Feature:
His kickboxing background. He's trained for 14+ years in this art, so his strikes - especially kicks, are pretty deadly when he wants them to be.
Weakest Feature:
Inexperience. He's been a professional wrestler for only a little over a year now. 

Common Moves (up to ten.):
• ‘The Firing Squad’. Rapid fire shoot kicks to opponent’s chest as they reel.
• ‘Fuck'Em Up Knee Shot’. Running Jumping Knee Strike to opponent’s head
• Roundhouse Kick to opponent’s head
• Urange Suplex
• Overhead Belly-to-Belly Supelx (sometimes into corner)
• STO onto middle turnbuckle
• Piledriver
• Double Leg Take down followed by Rapid Fire punches to opponent’s head
• Running Yakuza kick (standard, or to cornered opponent)
• Flapjack (usually done as opponent charges to him, Devin will just lift them in the air and let them crash on the mat. Sometimes done onto the top rope as well.)

Trademark Moves (up to four):
"The Silencer" – Dragon Suplex
"D.N.R. (Do Not Resuscitate)" – Cradle Kneeling Reverse Piledriver
"Detonation Kick" - Pop-up Roundhouse to running Opponent
"Head Trama" - Standing chickenwing / hammerlock combination, followed by repeated knee strikes to the head
"Final Breath" – Guillotine Choke with Body Scissors

Finishing Moves (up to two):
"The Snuff Driver" – Burning Hammer/Inverted Death Valley Driver
"The Cruisifixion" – Standing Crucifix Armbar submission, with a Neck Crank

Biography:

Devin was born in Essex, United Kingdom. At a very young age, he lost his father. He would unfortunately, for someone who was so young, witness him being murdered. Those memories would later torment Devin. In his teenage years, Devin tortured by reoccurring nightmares about the incident, became full of rage. Picking and starting fights in the school yard as a release. It was then brought up he should focus that rage onto something else, so he started kickboxing at the age of fourteen – a practice he still uses to this day. It wasn’t until his late twenties that he looked at Professional Wrestling as a career option.

He watched local shows, and a few international tapes and footage he found online. After coming across a Canadian wrestler by the name of ‘Gavin Masterson’ competing in the American Wrestling Alliance, he contacted him and sought out training. It was a coincidence that at around that time, Gavin and his tag team partner Rielle Hawke, opened their own wrestling school in Toronto (Gavin’s hometown, and hometown of Rielle’s then-boyfriend), ‘The Entourage Wrestling Hall’. Devin was the second person enrolled, and second graduate. During his training, we've recently found out that his long time girlfriend (Sarah Ellis) and fiance moved to Toronto with him for the duration of his training. However, we learned that she would die tragically. The cause of death Devin's never revealed.

After moving back to, and flying the corpse of his fiance back to London to be buried at home - he would then be contacted by the Global Wrestling Coalition to wrestle a dark match. Devin accepted the offer under the name of ‘Devin Hawk’, using the last name from one of his trainers (just dropped the ‘E’). He would, unfortunately, lose this very close and very hard-hitting contest against another strike-based Wrestler. Afterword, he ventured back to the United Kingdom and began working as a part-time Kickbox instructor. He would then be contacted by the Bayou Championship Wrestling based in New Orleans. In his first two appearances there, he would end the careers of Donovan De Vergas and Matt Taylor. On the next event there would be a Christmas gift Battle Royal, which Devin didn't technically compete in. He would show up and tear open all of the gifts after viciously attacking a number of the competitors. He stole the contract to a shot at the world championship.

This began a bloody rivalry with the rightful winner of the match, Manic. This culminated at what would be the companies last show, Last Call Brawl. Devin and Manic fought in a bloody war which Devin would walk away from, successfully sending Manic to the retirement home. The company would then be forced to close it's doors when former Rebel Pride champion, Eric Craven, was found hung in the backstage area - and all signs pointed to Devin as the perpetrator. 

After leaving New Orleans, Devin found himself contracted in Canada with the Knights of the Squared Circle. There he met Alexandra Kelly and the two quickly became friends. In the KSC, Devin became one of the hottest stars there, his first match ending via referee stoppage when he viciously and mercilessly beat "the Toronto Mauler" bloody in the ring. His next match, he would successfully defeat Cyrus Riddle in a bloody affair. Throughout all of these weeks, the bond between Alex and Devin grew - and that bond would be tested against Cyrus Riddle and KSC Champion, Boston. Devin and Alex, known together as "Blood and Scars", successfully defeated Cyrus and Boston.

And now.... Devin finds himself with a contract to the Hate City Syndicate.

Accomplishments:
N/A

Handler Information

Name:
Shaun
E-Fedding Experience:
15+
Location:
Toronto, ON
Preferred Contact Method:
Skype, Twitter (@killhawkkill)

Sample Roleplay:

LESSONS IN DEATH; Volume III

It was a battle, just like they both claimed it would be. Cyrus Riddle and Devin Hawk threw everything they had at one another. Cyrus would hit Devin, Devin would hit him back. Cyrus would suplex Devin, Devin would suplex Cyrus back. It was vicious. It was brutal. It was bloody. But even though he was not unscathed, there would be only one man who would be able to walk away from the carnage that night. And on that night, it was Devin Hawk.



Devin would catch Cyrus with a vicious DDT, but kept his arm wrapped tightly around Cyrus’ head while he wrapped his legs around his body – successfully choking out the Archetype. The battle was over. Devin would look down at Cyrus, whom he left in a pool of his own blood, before exiting the ring. Although what happened next was something shocking, even to Devin. Devin looked back to the ring as Cyrus was….getting up.



Most would stay down. Most would just….die. But not Cyrus Riddle. He began to stir. Devin turned around and marched right back to the ring, perhaps he was going to finish off the Archetype for good? Instead, though, he helped him up and shook his hand. No one has earned the respect of Devin Hawk thus far in his career, except for Cyrus Riddle it would seem. Cyrus accepted the hand shake, and the respect was seemingly mutual. Respect that they could give each other a vicious beating like this.



The battle was over…



But now there’s something else on the horizon. Cyrus Riddle once again stands in front of the walking Death Machine and with him stands a man whom can be considered a protégé, Boston – the new KSC Chivalry champion. And standing next to Devin was Alexandra Kelly, a woman who came within inches of winning that very title at the last event. Kelly wants to establish herself as the rightful face of the company and will stop at nothing in order to do so, even if that means amping up the violence.



All four of these fighters have motives to drive them to win, and all four of these fighters will do whatever it takes to see to it that their opponent’s stay down. Cyrus and Devin took each other to hell, Boston and Alexandra fought tooth and nail over the championship; and now they’re going to do it all again. Their battles may be over, but…



the war has just begun…

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“HOW THE GODS KILL” (Part the Second)





Saturday. January 30th, 2016.



The video feed slowly rolled in from black. We’re in London, England and we know this from keeping up by following this certain person’s twitter account. The sky is grey, clouds rolling in hinting at a possibility of rain. There’s a slight breeze in the air and the feeling of it against bare flesh feels like a knife penetrating you. As the camera begins to focus, we begin to notice a few things. The surface underneath our feet is grass. The grass is dying in the winter weather, thin and not so lush. In the background there are a few trees seen scattered about. The trees are bare, no leaves on any branches. Another thing we notice pretty quickly? Rows and rows of headstones. It’s obvious now, that we’re in a cemetery here in London. Why? Well, that will be told soon. Where we stand is of importance. The camera is positioned right in front of a certain tombstone. We’re focused on the words carved into the granite,



Sarah A. Ellis

January 7th 1987 – January 30th 2014

“Yours Eternally”





Pulling the focus away from the tombstone, we come to find a man squatting in front of the grave site. He stands just in front of the camera, positioned to the side. From what we can tell, the man is dressed in black dress pants. A pair of Doc Martin boots tied tightly to his feet, and a black peacoat that ends just under his waist. He has his head shaved except for long strands from the top, which he’s pushed behind his head and tied into a tight ponytail. He has a thick beard which looks unkempt and disheveled. You can see hints of colored ink on his skin peeking over the coat he wears. This man is Devin Hawk. The KSC’s “Ripper” remains motionless, silent in front of this tombstone - squatted off to the side of it slightly, not to step on the actual grave. It took a few moments, but finally he would speak - cutting the tension that everyone naturally feels when in a cemetery.



“Deja vu, isn’t it Sarah? It was a day just like this that I left you here. Cold and grey. And even though I may not be able to come visit you more often, I do still think about you. I love you.”



Devin’s eyes never left the tombstone in front of him. The tone in his voice was somber, not the tone we’re used to hearing from him, that's for sure. His voice trembled as he spoke to this Sarah, speaking those three little words that - to this day - we weren’t sure if Devin could pronounce. And then without warning, his tone would change. No more would he speak to Sarah, but to the camera which he knew was positioned just behind him.



“I asked to be shown how the gods kill, even though I already knew. It was two years ago that they took her away from me. She was the love of my life. We were engaged. Planning a wedding. She was the only one that knew the real Devin Thompson. My Sarah. And just like I mercilessly beat each and every one that steps into my path, the gods they chose to mercilessly rip my heart from my chest when they took her from me. Each year I come back to her, lighting a single candle in her honor.” He reached out, fingers lightly tracing over the words chiseled into the stone “Yours Eternally”. “I still have the last note she left me. The day before this happened, she leaves me a note ending with “yours eternally”...and in a cruel twist of fate, she's taken from my grasp and I couldn't do anything about it. Ten years we were together. Ten years with my Sarah, and it ended in the blink of an eye. This is all I have left. A cold stone sticking out of the ground. A broken, bleeding heart and a ten years worth of memories.”



He slowly rose to stand, immediately shoving his hands into the pockets of the jacket he wore. His head remained lowered, and his eyes closed. Those memories flooded into his thoughts, and it took everything in him not to shed a tear for his lost-love. His eyes tightened, fighting those tear-ducts. It took a moment, but he would eventually speak up again.



“The point I’m making is...everyone dies. No matter how much they're loved, no matter how much they are cherished - everyone dies. Just a couple of weeks ago, Cyrus - mate, you brushed shoulders with death. We took each other to the lowest layer of hell, and I left you broken and limp in a pool of your own blood. I left the ring and you began to move. The thought crossed my mind to end you right there, and believe me - I could have. But on that night, you earned something not a lot of people have - my respect. You took everything that I gave you, and kept fighting. You took every shot, every kick, and came back wanting more. You didn’t allow me to pin you. You didn’t tap. You kept fighting until you physically couldn’t anymore. So for that? You earned my respect, Cyrus. But respect only gets you so far, mate. I let you breathe for another day, a couple of weeks ago. Instead of taking your life, I shook your hand. Don’t take that as a sign of weakness. Take it as a blessing. You live to fight another day. You live to make sure that career of yours continues for just a little while longer, mate. Can I say the same thing for February Seventh? Can I say that I’m going to let you walk away from me again? Respect only gets you so far, bruv. Once the match begins, respect is gone. Once the match begins, you’re just another bloke standing across the ring from me. A few weeks ago, Cyrus, we beat the living hell out of one another and in just a few days we get to do it all over again, mate.”



During all of that, he would open his eyes. His mind leaving his love for just a brief moment, long enough to address Mister Riddle. He referenced the match the two had at Uprising #5 from Kingston, Ontario. He referenced the beating that the two gave one another. At the end of the night, they both knew for sure, that they were in a fight. And through it all, Cyrus still wanted more. Devin respected the hell out of that. Respect is a word thrown around a lot in this business, but Devin? He doesn’t respect many people. Cyrus earned the right to be in that position.



“But respect or not, Cyrus, you can’t escape death when it comes calling for you. You know that better than most, don’t you? You know better than most that on any given moment, death can claim you as it’s own. Legends in this business, gods even, are not immune to death’s call. Sooner or later you’ll find yourself at the mercy of the reaper, and not even you can escape it. There is no escaping it. You already knew that though. And try as you might, you will put up a valiant fight - but in the end, you know your efforts are meaningless and death will have you regardless of what you do. Two weeks ago, you looked death right in the eyes and as the blood flowed down your face, you saw what your end looked like. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the exact same in your eyes. You and I have the power and the tools necessary to end each other, or anyone else we see fit. I heard the horror stories a few weeks ago about what you were capable of. Now I know first hand. And now that you’ve tasted your own blood at my hands, I have this strong feeling that you’re going to come after me with every intention of making me bleed. Of leaving me just how I left you two weeks ago. I welcome it. Give me your worst, Riddle. I want the wrath of the Archetype! And when it’s said and done, Cyrus, I will stand over your bloody, broken, and limp body just as I had done two weeks ago, and you will realize that I am the monster that you should have been. That I am the killer that you should have become! … Everyone dies, Cyrus. Everyone dies.”



His focus turned back to the grave in front of him as he muttered those last words. Everyone dies, including his beloved. Sarah was something that he kept close, very personal for obvious reasons. Gavin didn't know, Alexandra didn't know. He kept these emotions to himself. Even right now, we truly didn't know what “The Ripper” was thinking - other than what he spoke of.



“One thing my Sarah taught me was to never judge a book by its cover. She had long, gorgeous blonde hair. Two sapphire jewels for eyes. But for as beautiful as she was, she was brilliant. Close to her doctorate before the tragedy. Fighting the stereotype. Walk down the street and take one look at her, you wouldn’t assume Doctor. I’m not sure what the average bloke would think, probably something I would rather not think about.” There would be a momentary pause from Devin as he refocused. “My point? Boston may not have the credentials to be considered a threat in the ring. While our experience level is neck and neck, my background with kickboxing gives me an understanding of being in the ring. Boston? He may not have that background, but obviously you can't count him out. Two weeks ago he defeated five other people for the Chivalry championship - one of those people being Alexandra. Two weeks before that? He defeated Cyrus Riddle soundly. I saw then what this man was capable of, while others may have overlooked it as luck. I saw glimpses of the man Boston could be. Never judge a book by its cover. Boston is a gifted athlete and belongs in that ring. And he deserves to hold the championship. I offer you my congratulations, mate, you earned it.”



Devin would finally turn to face the camera. His facial expression was the same as always. Cold. Blank. His stare into the camera lens was menacing.



“But being champion doesn't pardon you from the onslaught coming your way. From the moment I stepped into this business, I said that it doesn't matter if you're the champion of a company or some curtain-jerker at the bottom of the card. I'm here to hurt people. If you're thrown in my path, then the outcome will always be the same. I’m going to hurt someone. Winning and losing doesn’t matter at all to me, nor does the championship that you have fastened around your waist. At the end of the night, the only thing that matters to me is leaving a statement. Sending a message that I am one of the most deadly and vicious strikers in this business. If you don’t leave in pain, I haven’t done my job. And Boston, mate, I always do my job. Do me a favor. Ask your best friend there what happened to him a couple of weeks ago. Ask him how he felt after word. You know every word I say is the truth, Boston. You knew what I was all about the second I entered this company and told each and every viewer, and roster member a like that I was going to maim the Mauler. You asked me to not kill him, and I obliged. But I made sure everyone took notice of me. If they didn’t? Two weeks ago opened their eyes when I took your friend through each level of hell and introduced him to pain that he may have not known before. Now? Now I have the opportunity to do it to you. Everyone dies, Boston, even champions. But before that happens...you’ve seen the level of brutality that I can unleash on my opponent’s. So now it’s your turn. Show me that you’re not going to rest on those laurels now that you’re champion. Show me why you’re the champion in the first place. SHOW ME...how you kill, Boston.”



His voice rose, bass boomed, and his words were daggers. Devin was seething. His intensity got the better of him at times, and this was clearly one of those times. His eyes were hard on the camera lens, focused as if Boston himself stood in front of him. There were passerbyers in the cemetery that stopped when they heard the intense, confrontational words being spoken. A moment passed before Devin’s eyes jumped from the camera. The camera man would zoom out just a bit as Devin semi-turned away. His head lowered and his attention went back to Sarah.



“I feel that you both are already prepared for what is in store for you. I don’t want to call it hell, because we all know it’s going to be much worse than that. You have either seen, or have felt what I can…and will do when the bell is rung. But lads, that’s just the tip of the iceberg, as they say. There’s so much more violence that I’m willing and able to unleash - all I need is a victim...or two. Alex and I, we have plans on testing your limits. Putting you both through as much pain as humanly possible…just because we can. We have plans on painting Winnipeg with the buckets of blood that you both spill for us in a few days time. So I give you one last suggestion. Go home. Hold your families or loved one’s close...and wait. Wait for death to come for you. Everyone dies, lads, and for you two? It’s going to be the most gruesome and violent way that Alex and I can come up with.”



Devin would turn around completely again, eyes and attention going back to Sarah. It was with a deep exhale he was heard again as the camera began to slowly fade to black..



“I know all too well how the gods kill, and now I show them how it’s done. And I will do so in your honor, darling. Yours Eternally…”

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Present Day



We’re inside of the Battle Arts training facility located in Toronto, Ontario. We’re days away from Uprising, and because of that, we find Devin Hawk here today - as he is nearly every day. He’s not in ring training with Gavin today, instead Gavin Masterson stood in the ring with a group of new trainees. Devin was isolated with a hanging heavy bag in the corner of the facility. He was working on his kickboxing technique, as he does when training alone. He has earbuds plugged into his ears, fully immersed in his workout - music blocking out the sounds of bodies hitting the mat, or grunts from people lifting weights near by. He throws a series of punches before a mid-kick to the bag. The bag swings after impact, and Devin repeats. Instead of a kick, this time he jumps up hitting the back with a jumping knee. All the while, the camera noticed a slender, petite frame walking toward where Devin was working out. As she came closer on her approach, we noticed that the slender, petite frame belonged to Alexandra Kelly. Just a few days ago Devin made her go to Eve to get checked out after recent blackout episodes. She stopped behind Devin, and waited for him to stop his sudden movements before reaching out, gingerly tapping his shoulder. She was afraid to startle him, perhaps get a spinning backfist out of shock. Devin lowered his guard and looked over his shoulder. Upon noticing Alex, he brought a hand up and removed the earbuds from his ears. Through heavy breaths, he turned to her completely and addressed her.



“What did Eve say, love?”



Good Question. It was easy to spot on her face that she was fighting with giving him the details. If there was one thing between those two, then it was trust. Weird enough she never felt the urge to hide anything from him. In the adult language they had somewhat grown on each other. She would allow herself to sit down on one of the pressing benches, crossing her legs. For quite some moments nothing was said, with Hawk catching his breath. His serious eyes never leaving her a single moment. Most people would have felt nervous and threatened to sit here with him, but most people were not Alexandra Kelly. A deep sigh was leaving her mouth, getting her thoughts collected.



’’I assume you do not want me to bullshit around about it, so let's go with the minimal I understood. I love Eve, but that doctor language does freak me out. Obviously I was a loony before you found me the other day, we found that out. But as a matter of fact it is something like post traumatic whatever. Caused by a very heavy hit on the back of my head.’’



There was another small pause, as she had been speaking very fast. By the look of things she was out of breath as much as he was. Shame on you Pixie. Her bambi like eyes remained on him.



’’The good news is… after annoying Eve for about forty minutes.- she will let me compete. She is not thrilled about it, I don’t remember the exact words, but you know how british ladies talk when in rage. After lecturing me how I should have come to her earlier, she ordered head scans.’’



“I've been told Eve knows what she's doing. You should have really gone to the doctor before, though. So, did you go and get the scans done then?”



He had been taking a seat by then only inches away. Sweat dripping down his forehead while she heard music still coming from his earphones. And although it did kinda distract her, she remembered the one word he kept repeating while being in the apartment. Focus.



’’Who would have thought that Paul had one of those stupid machines in her office. To cut a long story short, i got bruises and what not. Some old, some new. There is one condition for our upcoming match though. Right after I am supposed to see the hospital, getting more tested. And if by any chance blood comes out of my ear, you might wanna tag yourself in.’’



Alexandra was letting out one of her typical laughters, high and loud. Going as far as holding her stomach. When seeing his face she was putting a stop on herself. Instead just kicking against the bench, letting her legs tangle free. Hawk seemed less amused than she was. He exhaled loudly, giving her yet another hint at his growing frustrations with how he feels on the subject.



“How are you laughing right now, Alex? We’re against one of the most dangerous men in the business and his protege this week - they're not a joke, as Gavin told me a few weeks ago - and I think we both know that's true. You need to be on top of your game, love. WE need to be on top of our game.”



’’You know me quite well by now. I am small. I am quirky. I am a bit of a nut. But when it comes to business I never make easy decisions. I am good to have this match. Maybe i could phrase it better, I NEED to have this match. I have shown what I can do, but this is only the beginning. They maybe do not see it yet Hawk, but together we are a force that hardly can be tamed.’’



There was this change in her voice now again. From sweet to angry.- and back in an instant. Not many people would have noticed, but then again.- not many knew what Devin Hawk knew. In one night he had found out more about Alexandra Kelly, than either of them expected. She was not proud of the way he had seen her, yet she did not feel like it was possible to hide. Respect is earnt. Trust is given. Both equally important. He would nod his head in agreement to the words she said, finally taking his eyes off of her and looking to the floor as thoughts ran through his mind.



“It doesn’t matter if they see it or not, Alex. They only have a couple of days left before we force them to realize it. And you have a couple of days to get ready too, love. You need to be in the best shape possible going into this match. As badly as we’re going to beat them, we have to do it together.”



Alex remained silent as Devin stood up. He pulled the earbuds out from under his shirt, ripping the ipod from the pocket of his shorts and tossing it on the bench next to Alex. He walked back over to the heavy bag, clenching his fists together and giving the bag a couple of stiff shots. His teeth gnashed, eyes narrowed and hard on the bag. Through hard punches to the bag, he grunted his words…



“We’re….going….to….fucking…Kill them”



The last words were said right before he gave the bag another hard kick. He immediately dropped his guard and caught the bag as it swung back to him. Alex would grin watching Hawk getting into the mindset he needs to be in. He stood, turned away from the camera just a bit. His head was now lowered, giving us a menacing shot of “The Ripper” to end the video….