Nickname: The Escape Artist, The Goat Bastard
First Name: Rezin
Date of Birth: 04/01/1984
Hometown: Indianapolis, IN
Crust punk indie wrestling veteran. A man caught between being an agent of anarchy and chaos and a deranged stoner. On a never-ending mission to defy tyranny and the elite by way of moonsaults and marijuana worship.
Born and raised under the government name “Erik Black” in the Midwest. Never had any formal training, but dabbled in backyard wrestling circles through his teens. Went on the road at eighteen and ended up in Japan, finding a scene where he developed his craft and got scouted for the big leagues.
Spent the following twenty years wrestling under different names through a few mainstream major promotions and countless indie leagues. Been used for much of that time as a stepping stone for rising stars, but ever the survivor, he took his hits, learned from his mistakes, and elevated his game.
Eventually crawled his way into the “Revival Era” of PRIME in 2022, as one of the original entrants of the Almasy Invitational Tournament. Within half a year, he captured the Five Star Championship from Hayes Hanlon at Great American Nightmare. After twenty years of smoke and struggle, the Escape Artist has finally reached the HIGHest point of his career.
Ollie Arsvinnar - A Viking, formerly both a wrestler and a porn star. Now lives a quiet, reformed life as an accountant and family man in the Las Vegas Area.
Rocko Daymon - Former wrestler, retired after a debilitating accident ended his professional career, now an aspiring manager and trainer.
Contemporary equivalent of a Sami Zayn-level in-ring personality and worker, with occasional lapses into Pac/Neville-level moves and athleticism. A bit of old-school influences like Sabu, RVD, Pillman, and Necro Butcher to go with it. Much of the time he's a crafty and comical chickenshit heel. Lots of antics, shenanigans, and over-the-top selljobs. Rolls with the punches until he can find an opening, then utilizes his speed and agility to work over the opponent with strikes, takedowns, and on-the-spot aerial maneuvers. In the long stretches, Rezin morphs into a lightweight wrestling machine, full of multiple counters and reversals, stunning high spots, and cockroach levels of survivability. Four-twenty stars in the Tokyo Dome.
Theme Music: "Search and Destroy" by Ministry
Setup Move Cloven Hoof KickSpinning Heel Kick to the head
Finishing Move: Into the VoidSitout Standing Shiranui / Destino / Salida del Sol
Enzugiri, missile dropkick, one-handed bulldog, Victory Roll, Steamroller, Tornado DDT, Springboard Cutter, suicide dive, hurricanrana, Kitchen Sink, drop toe hold, kicking/striking combinations, open-palm strikes, leg drop, leg sweep, running forearm, any springboard aerial maneuver
Rezinsault (any variety of Moonsault, performed at least once every match), Rezinrana (Dragonrana), Black Thunder Bomb (Blue Thunder Bomb), Chaos Driver (flipping neckbreaker), Inverted Cross Driver (Vertebreaker), Cabrón Clutch (Cobra Clutch, either bridging or with body scissor, alternatve submission finisher)
Common Bumps and Sell-jobs:
Lariat flips, endless tumbling, ragdoll bumps, agonized knee-walking, getting tangled into the ropes, Irish whip by beard, Flair-style delayed reactions, HBK-style headstands and flailing, Hennig-style turnbuckle bounces
The lights cut.
Off the sound bite, an exploding pyro rocks the arena, leaving behind a rising mushroom cloud of smoke over the stage.
Ministry's cover of "Search and Destroy" pumps in over the PA. The PRIMEview cycles through footage of nuclear explosions, weapons of war, burning cities, riots in the streets, and in-ring highlights of the Goat Bastard being his daring and dastardly self. Blinding white light fills the entry-way as the silhouette of a man steps through the curtain.
When the solo hits, the stage lights come up, revealing "The Escape Artist" Rezin. He stands in place for a few moments, defiantly staring down the jeering crowd with his arms outstretched into a cross pose, and then begins the trip down the ramp. Reaching the ringside area, he does a loop around the ring and works the fans standing at the barricade with a heat-inducing exchange of trash talk.
Satisfied by their seething hatred, he slides into the ring, wraps his arms between the ropes when he stands up, and rolls himself back into an inverted cross pose.