Physical Description- 6'3", 247 pounds. Long, dyed- blonde hair, pretty face, a brown goatee. Very muscular and toned, especially in the lower body. In the ring, he wears various colored long wrestling tights, wrestling boots with an 'S' emblazed on them, and a knee brace on his right knee. Out of the ring, he'll wear mostly anything. Pants, shorts, shirt, jacket, sweater, sandals, shoes... it doesn't matter. Except, outside the ring, he's almost always seen with a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses. .

Background- Hails from Phoenix, Arizona. His father died in a boating accident during a family trip to San Diego, when Slayer was 19. At the time, along with his friend, Infamous, Slayer was working in backyards and on trampolines, trying to refine his skills. He wasn't as naturally telented as some of the others, but he was bigger, tougher, and worked harder. A year after his father died, Slayer dropped out of college, where he had been well on his way to a double major in philosophy and literature. He went through quite a few feds, always at Infamous' side... until, finally, in the nWEFF, he started to emerge as a singles wrestler. It's why he remains loyal to the federation to this day, and why - although he has wrestled for a total of seven companies, including many before the nWEFF - he calls this place his home. He is past the point of needing a great work ethic; he is skilled and recognized enough by now that he could get by without it, but it remains. He prides himself on working out, and strengthening himself, both physically and mentally, for each and every match. He is smart, methodical, and very skilled at arguing. He comes off as confident, almost arrogant, and selfish, but at heart he is a tag team wrestler: which means he's a team player. Somehow, through all his championships, a seed of doubt remains. He wants to be remembered as one of the best ever, and sometimes he pushes himself too hard. Especially with a body and a knee that sometimes can't respond the way he needs...

Arsenal- Spinebuster. Piledriver. Clothesline. DDT. Springboard DDT. Neckbreaker. Camel Clutch. Simple Powerbomb. Big boot. Scoop slam. Elbow drop. Top rope drop-kick. Reverse DDT. Finally, a lot of punches and kicks.

Trademark 1: Press to chest- buster. Has stopped using this, for the most part, because of his knee. Although the knee is strengthed, he doesn't want 200 plus pounds coming down on it, if he can avoid it. But the move is still there, and sometimes, it just comes by instinct.

Trademark Number 2: Slaymaker. Blockbuster.

Finishing Move- Dead on Arrival - The DOA. It's evolved somewhat over the years, but the name has never changed. It's described as a pump handle, belly-to-back suplex. He takes their right hand, brings it between their legs, and grabs it with his left. He takes their left arm, and drapes it over the back of his neck. Quite often, they are on one foot after this, or at least most of their weight is on their right foot. Then, the suplex.

Entrance- "Safer of the Outside" by American Hi-Fi hits the speakers. The crowd comes to its feet as one, cheering loudly. The nWEFF-tron fills with static, and then fades to black. Zooming in from the background, and eventually taking up the whole screen, in futuristic, metallic font, is 'Slayer.' When the chorus hits, the man himself pushes aside the curtain, and heads down to the ring. On his way there, he hi-fives the fans, and then does a lap around the ring, before sliding in under the bottom rope.

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