Subject: Connor O'Shannon Sat Mar 05, 2011 5:11 pm
Wrestler Name: Connor O'Shannon
Nickname: Dublin's Pissed Off Son, The Most Irish Son of a Bitch in IWF
Age: 29
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
House (WHERE HE/SHE LIVES): A loft in South Boston.
Weight: 245lbs.
Height: 6'4"
Favorite Specialty Match: Last Man Standing Match, Cage Match
Specialty Weapons (IF ANY): Beer bottle
Entrance Music: "Force Feedback" by Machinae Supremacy
Alignment (face/heel): Face
Years Wrestling: 3 and a half (Went M.I.A for a year)
Front Strikes:
Elbow Strike Gut Kick European Uppercut Right Uppercut Left Jab Right Cross Right Hook Liver Kick Headbutt Rolling Elbow Rolling Lariat Dropkick Sparta Kick (ala Front Kick) Roundhouse Kick
Running Front Strikes:
Flying Double Ax Handle Running Big Boot Dropkick Running Forearm Smash Kitchen Sink Rolling Right Hook Superman Punch
Front Grapples:
Snap Suplex Military Press Slam Scoop Body Slam Swinging Neckbreaker Sitout Powerbomb Bridging Northern Lights Suplex Snap DDT Double Underhook Suplex Hip Toss Backbreaker Uranage Explosive Double Leg Takedown
Back Grapples:
Reverse DDT Inverted Suplex Reverse Scoop Powerslam German Suplex Back Suplex Half Nelson Slam
Diving Seated Senton Guillotine Legdrop Diving Elbow Drop Moonsault Body Splash Diving Knee Drop (from the second turnbuckle)
Exploder Moves (Moves from the top rope):
Super Belly to Belly Suplex Super Backbreaker Super Powerbomb Superplex Super Neckbreaker Super DDT
Submissions:
Single Leg Boston Crab Chickenwing Crossface Full Nelson Surfboard Stretch Abdominal Stretch Fujiwara Armbar Triangle Choke
Advanced Submissions:
Anaconda Choke Gator Roll D'Arce Choke Guillotine Choke Omaplata Kimura Keylock Kneebar Americana Flying Armbar Flying Leglock Arm Triangle
Bio/Background:
Connor O'Shannon was born in Dublin, Ireland. His parents moved to Boston for job opportunities. During his youth his father gained enough money to make his own pub. As Connor became older he developed more quickly than the other boys. He was a strong young man, which earned him a job as a bouncer at his father's pub. Connor was always interested in wrestling once he came to America. Making a promise that someday he would wrestle. After working for his father he had enough money to go to wrestling school.
His parents behind him one hundred percent let him go and pursue his dream. Connor ended up in NLWF...No Limits Wrestling Federation. There he made a shocking appearance where he ended up winning the NLWF Championship from...Well let's call him a Cunt Muscle and be done with it. After his lost, Connor being a humble man accepted it. However Cunt Muscle CONTINUED to flaunt his win.
Connor didn't want to deal with that type of unprofessional behavior. So he was written out of NLWF after being burnt in a casket. Though Connor was unharmed, it was a great way for him to get out of that nonsense. Connor during his time decided to keep himself ready. Training his body and mind Connor did what every pro wrestler wanted to do...he took up Mixed Martial Arts. Connor being a hungry young man traveled the world. He went to Curitiba, Brazil training in the Chute Boxe Academy.
Though he didn't know a fucking lick of Portuguese, he still managed to earn respect. Gaining his Purple Belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and become well rounded in his striking, Connor decided to try his hand at Mixed Martial Arts in his first match. Connor fought at the amateur level in Brazil. Becoming undefeated in Brazil with a record of 11 wins and zero defeats, the Brazilian natives gave Connor the nick name "O Espírito" which ironically meant "The Ghost". Connor enjoyed his life in Brazil, even if he didn't pick their language, he could understand what they meant.
Moving back to Boston, Connor managed to get his own loft in South Boston. Wanting to make his pro debut in MMA...it got cut off short. Connor decided to visit the forums of NLWF, where he found out it had closed down. In Connor's mind it must have been Cunt Muscle's doing. Connor saw a link, this link would lead him to Insurgency Wrestling Federation. Chuck Matthews...Corey Casey...Connor looked surprised and rubbed his chin. They promised things had changed, and that Cunt Muscle was no more. Connor gave a grin and sent in his application.THE PALE BASTARD IS AT IT AGAIN, LADS!!!!!
Fighting style:
Kyūkyū (9th kyū) in Karate Kickboxing/Muay Thai Kickboxing Purple Belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Technical Mat Wrestling Ground and Pound (Meaning he loves to keep his opponents down)
Wrestler's Favourite Moves (As Many As You Feel Are Necessary):
Irish Hand Grenade (Powerful Overhand Left Hook)
Poor Man's Noose (Hangman's Arm Triangle from the middle rope)
Irish Curse (Running Death Valley Driver)
O'Shannon: CRUSH!!! (High impact low-angle shoulder block, after an opponent has been whipped off of adjacent ropes)
Shamrock Driver III (Top Rope Sitout Double Handed Chokebomb)
MIKE HAGGAR!!! (Innovated!/Used Rarely/ PPVs) (Top Rope Piledriver)
O Espírito Combo (Used Rarely / PPVs) (He starts off with a stiff Roundhouse Kick, once he sees his opponents become rocked he follows up with rapid right and left hands. He grabs them into a Muay Thai plum and lands heavy knees to the body and head. Once they drop to the mat on all fours he lands stiff soccer kicks to their head. He drops down and mounts them and grabs them around the neck (Rape Choke) and rains down right hammer fists. This move either causes the referee to stop the bout or if the opponent taps out.)
Attire:
White hand tape with "MY LEFT IZ 4 DRINKIN'" on his left hand and "MY RITE IZ 4 FIGHTIN'" on his right. Black elbow pad (right arm), black tights with with white stripes on the side(Think CM Punk) with green Celtic crosses on the back of the tights. Black kickpads COS on the front of them with black kneepads, and black boots
Picture Base for Wrestler Box and Signature :
Bobby Roode
Career Accomplishments – NLWF Championship 1x IWF High Impact Championship 1x The First Champion in IWF History Longest Reigning Champion in IWF History
ENTRANCE -
The lights dim down, the fans scream in anticipation. Suddenly "Force Feedback" by Machinae Supremacy plays as the lights swarm green, white, and orange. A figure is seen, standing with his back turned. He's wearing black track jacket with a Celtic Cross on the back, which seems to be spray painted on.
Take a look across this vast uncharted battlefield You still don't know your enemy A bunch of pissed off freaks with infinite mad skills And a newfound taste for blood
He turns around as the lights continue to swarm around the colors of the Irish flag as he has a serious glare in his eyes. He looks around and smirks lightly and looks towards the ring.
We made this life You have no place here No right
The song continues and he pounds his chest twice and throws up his arms. He marches down the ramp with a glare on his face. The music continues to play hard as he makes his way to the ring. He slaps some of the hands of the fans and then makes his way around the entire ring slowly, his head down as he seems focused.
This is the world you're in, and this is where ours begins A borderless nation of thoughts to replace your walled-in existence in space
Connor quickly takes a charge towards the ring. He slides into the ring and stands up, he takes his jacket off and then the cross around his neck off and throws it out on the outside. He stands up on a turnbuckle and looks around as he rolls his neck once. He looks behind him and leaps down.
We are like sleepers, we hide in plain sight If you can't see you can not fight This is a war between our culture and your laws With millions born into the cause
Connor goes over towards the other set of turnbuckles and stands up there and soaks in the cheers. He mouths something to the fans and pounds his chest twice once more and lets out a roar, his eyes looking around as he smiles a bit. The fans take photos as he looks around. His back is still unturned.
Now we're taking it back You don't believe me? (Force) feedback
I don't think you understand These are our shores and our land You are a stranger here And we won't be idle as you interfere
The song continues to play, Connor slowly turns around to stare at his the referee and then at the canvas.
[Japanese]
"You don't want to understand our reality is free here We are not your servants This place doesn't belong to you We are an assembly of countless individuals You should be aware If you intrude upon our lives You'll have to face an unimaginable enemy Prepare yourself"
The song continues with a giant solo. Connor looks around the arena one last time as the camera fades out. The fans are cheering as Connor wipes his mouth slightly.
Sure you already know, that your age was long ago We augment reality on-line and you hail from ancient times
He stands in his corner and glared forward his arms folded over as his face turns serious.
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Subject: Connor O'Shannon 
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