NR Currently Ranked
Record: 1 - 0
Nickname: The Bad Dog - The 'Bama Bruiser - The Southern Sparkplug - The Blue Collar Brawler - Drifter - The Son of a Bitch
First Name: Wade
Last Name: Elliott
Date of Birth: 10/15/1971
Hometown: Pine Ridge, Alabama
The Ballad of Wade Elliott is a collection of short stories, some still yet to be told. Born in poverty to an absent father and a broken mother, Wade ditched town at an early age. Details of his early life are murky at best, drifting around the country on his own, or with a handful of unsavory crews. By his mid-thirties he had made a half-assed attempt at a “normal” life, burning that bridge pretty quickly. However, as luck would have it, Wade would soon receive an out-of-the-blue offer from PRIME, despite having zero wrestling experience. Guess they just liked his style.
It worked out pretty well. Wade would go on to finish First Runner-Up in the ‘07 Jewel in the Crown Tournament, the ‘06-’07 Breakout Star of the Year nod, and carried the PRIME Intense belt for a time. He also, to this day, holds the record for most amount of time wrestled by one superstar, 2 hours and 16 minutes during the 2008 Dual Halo. He built (and destroyed and eventually rebuilt) a close friendship with Lindsay Troy over those years, found allies in Nova and Danny Ferguson, and waged war in great feuds against Tony Gamble, Hoyt Williams, Killean Sirrajin, Chandler Tsonda, Devin Shakur, and most notably, Tyler Rayne.
Now, in the ReVival era, he finds himself home again. After handing the Head of Security title to his friend Dametreyus, Wade re-entered the ring against Dusk at ReVival 19, officially placing him back on the roster. Since then he was voted into the PRIME Hall of Fame, and after many years overdue, has finally taken the hand of the Queen of the Ring. His time between the turnbuckles will be few and far between, but don't worry...
...he'll always be around to beat your ass if your ass needs beatin'.
ReVival 19, singles match vs. Dusk - W
Theme Music: "Step Up (I'm On It)" by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster
Finishing Move: The RoughneckOver-shoulder pendulum spinebuster. See moveset for link.
Wrestling Style: Brawler and No-Sell Specialist
-It's all fists, boots, elbows, and headbutts.
-Little to no fan service.
-The literal definition of "stubborn asshole."
-Unmatched toughness and resiliency. Once upon a time, Wade Elliott was recognized as the toughest son of a bitch to pin in wrestling. And while he may not be quite to that standard today, he doesn't lack for stubborness.
-Wade's pretty damn good when weapons are available.
-Wade is very aware of his surroundings, and will use his environment to his benefit. Security walls, stairs, chairs, tables, etc. Guy's got a P.h.D. in barroom brawling.
-While Wade is easily subject to tunnel vision, he can multi-task in the right scenario, and is more than comfortable taking on multiple opponents by himself.
-Gettin' up there. At the ripe age of 51, Ol' Wade's legendary toughness and resiliency isn't quite what it used to be.
-Adaptability. Wade can brawl and brawl only, and finds it difficult to adapt to wrestling styles that counter his own.
-Undisciplined. His brawling is incredibly strong. Everything else is almost non-existent. Never had the interest to mess with other disciplines.
-Big and slow. He can still be explosive when delivering damage, but he's older, gets visibly winded, and can't chase youngsters around the ring for long.
-Haphazard in the ring, with no set game plan.
-All manner of punches, stomps, elbows, knees, head-butts, and forearms.
-Piledrivers, powerbombs on mid to small opponents, Death Valley Driver, breakers.
-Camel Clutch, Boston Crab, Fishook. He doesn't use submission often, or at all, really, but if and when he does, he likes the simple ones.
-Use of sledgehammer, chair shots, either of his finishers through tables, trashcans, chains, whatever. Wade is very hardcore dominant, and he'll use any thing in any way possible.
-Mudhole Stomps (ala Steve Austin).
-Spear followed by mounted punches.
-Big Boot to the chest.
-Southern Hospitality: Clothesline from Hell.
-"If You're Gonna be Dumb, You Gotta be Tough": Picture this: Wade's getting the crap beat out of him for a spell, really hammered on, and the opponent leaves him lying on the mat, and takes a second to play the crowd. At this time, Wade will suddenly sit up, rub his head, and much to the opponent's dismay, will stand up and get back to work as if nothing happened.
-The Roughneck - Wade will quickly heave the opponent up and over his right shoulder, draping them down his back while holding onto the back of their knees, then swing them violently to the mat. He can hit this from a variety of scenarios. Stare-downs, on the move, while the opponent is moving at him, etc. It's pretty nasty, creates a big boom on the mat, and gets a good "OOHHH!" from the crowd.
-Superplex - This is more of a hardcore finisher. Wade will use a thundering super-plex through tables, onto chairs, etc.
“A Boy Named Sue” by the Man in Black carries on over the already rumbling crowd.
Well my daddy left home, when I was three,
didn’t leave much, to Ma an’ me.
Just this old guitar and an’ empty bottle of booze.
The lyrics scroll in white on the PRIME*View, and the MGM Arena starts singing along.
Now I don’t blame him ‘cause he run an’ hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did,
was before he left, he went an’ named me –
And then, shit gets LOUD. Johnny’s strums are replaced by a distorted guitar with a southern twang, followed by a steady beat of the drums. The entrance strobes as “Step Up (I’m On It) by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster wails away. The PRIME*View rolls that footage.: a charging black pick-up truck. Vicious dogs snapping at the camera. Tipped over whiskey bottles. All mixed with a montage of ass-whippin’ before the music slows.
"Too long, and too little,
Tell me when you gonna bring it on.
Small fights, and big stages,
Never terrified enough to run."
Vince Howard: From Pine Ridge, Alabama!!
A big frame in a wide-brimmed drifter’s hat hides in the strobe lights, that hat tilted down a touch.
Vince Howard: Standing six feet! Four inches tall! Weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-four pounds!
The smoke starts settling, the lights start trailing.
Vince Howard: A former PRIME Intense Champion!!
The chorus hits, and the Son of a Bitch himself strolls out to the top of the ramp, one fist in the air, and a grin on his face he just can’t shake.
Vince Howard: THE BAD DOG!!!!! WADE!!! ELLLIOTTTT!!!!!
The Blue Collar Brawler takes it in for a moment before making his way to the ring, the arena going absolutely ape-shit for the Southern Sparkplug's arrival. Meanhile, the music rises as Wade climbs the far turnbuckle. He removes his hat, holding it high in the air as the chorus hits heavy.
"ALLLL LIIIINED UP AND BUILT FOR PRESSURE!
(STEP UP! I’M ON IT!)
SAAYY YOOOUUUR PEACE LIKE IT’S THE END!!
(STAND BACK! WE’RE MOVIN’!!)"
He drops to the floor, tossing his hat ringside, before taking place in his corner.