Zack Lifer

Handler Name: Mike
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Strengths:
Controlled Chaos: He's relentless and extremely unpredictable in his actions and his ideas, something that extends into his wrestling style, yet every move is with a purpose. His moveset was carefully honed with this in mind.
Misunderstood Genius: His mind is constantly moving at an accelerated level, a symptom of psychosis. In the ring, he's completely focused on the one goal that drives him - beating his opponent and planning an elaborate strategy (psychological attacks, staying back in multiple-man matches for optimistic strikes, etc.) that most benefits him in the end.
Tainted Heart: High resiliency. Wrestling means absolutely everything to him and he won't easily quit or keep both shoulders to the mat unless all hope is absolutely lost. Infamous for occasionally kicking out of finishers and after other powerful occurrences that any lesser man would have fallen victim. 

Weaknesses:
Inhuman Berserker: When he becomes overly-emotional, he changes his wrestling style to suit his insatiable need to either beat his opponent(s) or simply torment them. On the flip side of it however, his intelligence lowers and he's easily reversed by his adversary.
Iron-Will: Won't end the match early and may preform easily reversed spectacular spots (including possibly using his opponent's finisher or signature move) just to prove a point that could cost him dearly. Also, he's not a fan of count-out victories, making sure to bring the opponent back into the ring to save himself from appearing weak.
Reckless Abandon: Trying to get back up after even the most horrific of bumps is something that can clearly lead to serious injuries that end with long-lasting effects. Unfortunately, Lifer makes it a crucial mission to attempt to get to his feet and leave on his own accord if at all possible regardless of the consequences. 


Wrestling Style: 
Technician: Having spent all this time in the wrestling business, Zack knows his fair share of reversals and it shows. While not the best technician in the sport, what he does know serves him well, a crafty move here or there turning the tide in an instant if the opportunity arises.
Speedster: He couples that technical skill with his speed, willing to attempt to out-think his opponent(s) on the fly with his accelerated thoughts. His body reflects that, landing moves and strikes fairly quickly and relentlessly as a symptom, a methodical pace mixed in to it all.  
Brawler: While not a major specialty, Zack doesn't mind throwing several punches at his opponent when the time calls for it, usually opting to fight on his feet in the early seconds of the match itself, as well as whenever he has an opening.

Common Moves:

Spoiler:

Signature Move:
1. "Reverse Lobotomy" - inverted suplex cutter
2. "Freudian Slip" - sidewinder suplex

Primary Finishing Move:
"Forced Suicide" - boma ye

*Secondary Finishing Move:
"Dead Air" - sliding d

The Dead Air is not very common, only to be used should the night be important in some way. It can be hit multiple times in the row, to the back as well when his opponent is in the seated position, and it most always transitions into a pin unless he plans to land another one quickly right after.

Entrance Music: "Alive in the Lights" - Memphis May Fire

Ring Entrance:

Code:

A brief flash of silence passes through the arena instantly as the stage is beamed on by gold and white lights, the bulbs dimming slightly. Heroic hues floated over the entrance, the ramp and the audience itself. Audible cheers are heard, the many in the crowd hearing the sounds of the first few words of "Alive in the Lights" by Memphis May Fire boom through the speakers over the heavy, iconic guitar riff thay've grown accustomed to ever since he's arrived on the scene. This, of course, signified one man and one man alone, most on their feet.

[b][color=goldenrod][center]From the beginning, I knew I was different.
I embraced it, but you didn't.
Your normal life, 9-5, it's just not for me.
I need to feel alive![/center][/color][/b]
As the flickering beams of amber shine down against the excited crowd, the camera looking up the stairs and to the cheap seats, they discover a familiar silhouette. A pop from the fans resurfacing, signs of various positive signs stretched across the ocean of 'Lifer Addicts' as well as a few rare, anomaly signs that don't fit in well with the others covering the screen. Adorn in a tan colored open sweatshirt, the zipper at the bottom as he made his way down the steps with a unspoken purpose you could just see written on his face. A few people reach for a high five, yet he refuses most without a gesture, simply and silently fixated on the ring ahead.

[b][color=goldenrod][center]Don't you see the minds that have changed?
Do you see the lives that have been saved?
Don't you care to see the difference I've made?
Listen closely, the highways call my name.
Don't you see this is my everything?[/center][/color][/b]
Lifer's slow, methodical walking gives way to sprinting, his legs moving him quickly towards the ring down the nearly endless row of stairs before he hops the leather barricade, a running jump that could be considered impressive by most, a wind of confidence in the way he moved at a slowed down pace once more, the steel steps in his visage. His eyes flicker to the entrance way as he trudges up the first couple steps, not looking forward as he takes in the sight of the curtain for just a couple seconds with an intense look in his eye as if in deep thought at the time, the gears clearly turning.

As he gets to the top of the stairs, his eyes flash across the arena, almost slightly stunned by the crowd response as he raises his arms to his side in a cross, gesturing for them to let their voices be heard, his neck looking to the rafters. The audience get louder as he mounts the turnbuckle, raising his right arm in triumph as a single golden colored firework shot diagonally on the stage regardless, the placement of its starting point mirroring the top turnbuckle he resided on - Zack now already pacing the ring - as it pealed loudly in front of everyone's eyes. Cutting across the arena air, another loud pop from the crowd burst up again, their eyes glancing at Lifer again.

[b][color=goldenrod][cente]Don't you care to see the difference I've made?[/center][/color][/b]

The camera zoomed away from the scene, Lifer's arms stretched out wide for just a bit dramatically again, catching on the rope behind him as he soaked in the cheers of the crowd with a literal blast, the firework shooting by swiftly in the backdrop. His chocolate brown eyes searched the excited crowd, a smirk rising to his lips once more before heading to his corner, the sounds fading mid-lyric as he impatiently waits for the bell to finally ring.

Biography:
Due to the fact that his long-term memory is in shambles and the sole means we receive information is from his journals for the most part, not much can be for certain. He frequently changes his story without realizing it, to the level of speaking about his parent's death once upon a time, and then later claiming they're alive after all. What we do know for sure are a couple things, however minimal; things that remain constant in his journal entries through the years

Born with the name Nicolas William Kramer, Nick grew up in Boston, Massachusetts with his busy well-off parents, too concerned with their occupation (producers one moment, stockbrokers the next, etc.) to even devote more than an ounce of attention to their only son and on the rare occasion that they did, it was usually to criticize or punish. Because of this emotional neglect, a form of child abuse that greatly effected Nick as a child, he has grown to become immature and childlike at times, adopting the diagnosis emotional deprivation disorder as a result.

Growing up, he hated his hometown of Boston, believing himself surrounded by snobby people in his private school who he didn't care to converse with often and mostly remained a loner aside from a couple friends here and there. When he made it to high school, his parents finally dropped Nick off at his uncle's house, forced to live with his cousin Kimberly Young, who became like a surrogate sister for him, someone who finally understood. On graduation day, despite promising they would be there, his parents didn't show up, not even after they set aside seats especially for them. It was the last straw, a pivotal moment in his life that remains largely unchanged from the beginning.

After graduation, the rumor goes that he made a break for New Jersey, changing his identity (and legal name) to Zack Lifer to become his own individual person to lose every attachment to his parents he could find and finally went to college in the years to come. It's also rumored that he joined the wrestling team after his girlfriend at the time suggested it, a place where he could get out all his pent up aggression and finally feel like he meant something. Despite some minimal success, he failed to make any kind of memorable impact and vowed to hit it big in the wrestling world to spite those who insulted his ability as well as everything else about him if only to show those who didn't believe in him all his life that he was actually good enough. What happened after that is pure speculation.