Maggot

[GM Mark "Damn Right" Dent]

"Do... you... understand?"

More powerful than he looks-- he's not scuplpted, but he's got muscle. Red hair, shaggy as hell. Slight gut. Shouldn't go without a shirt. Often does. Short. Annoyingly, has no billed height or weight. One gold tooth. A face you just want to punch.

FINISHERS:
My Cage: Rear naked blood choke
Bust the F*cker: Muscle Buster
Pulse of the Maggot-- Sitout side powerslam off the second rope

Signatures:
Three Nil: Rolling plex set, an Aztec, Dragon, and German in series, then My Cage
Maggot Kick-- True Enzugiri
Facewash
Forearm suicida
Lariat
Stiff kicks
European that knocks a foe on their but, followed by a football kick to the Chest knocking the opponent down, then a running senton on the downed opponent
Can chain pin attempts into various submissions with ease

Strengths:
Can take a lot of punishment.
Shockingly strong.
Prone to be underestimated.

Weaknesses:
Gets on a roll, only to get over confident.
Doesn't realize when he's he's reached his limit.
Green.

[GM Mark "Damn Right" Dent]

Announcer: Now entering the ring area...

HERE COMES THE PAIN!

As (SIC) by Slipknot continues, the HKWF Academy's most promising student emerges. He smiles his nasty, punchable smile, gold tooth glinting. He untucks his HKWF t-shirt and rips it off, tossing it to the stage. He cracks his knuckles before making his way to the ring.

Announcer: He is MAGGOT!

Maggot slides under the top rope and tumbles to ring center. He poses on one knee, pyros going off over his head as the crowd gives him some love/ hate.