GENERAL INFORMATION
RING NAME: Axl Willow.
NICKNAME(S): TRAPSOUL.
PICTURE BASE: Kip Sabian.
AGE: Twenty Four years old.
HAILING FROM: Bunker Hill, Illinois.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Axl stands at Five Feet and Eleven inches, while he weighs One Hundred and Eighty pounds.

CHARACTER OVERVIEW
ENTRANCE MUSIC:

Exchange by Bryson Tiller
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION: As the music fades in, the lights would dim down to a dark black. The only light polluting in would be that of the graphics on the stage which at this point early in the sound would also be pitch black. One word at a time flashing on the titantron as the intro of the music played, "O' Children Lost In The Night....". Red and white lights would flash with the beat of the music before once again the words would call out and flash onto the titantron, "O' Children Lost In The Night, Wait For The Light Of Day...". Right as the word day hit, the song picked up and that's when the lights in the arena would cut on to a white strobe, set to the music. Axl Willow slowly would walk through the curtain, his head down, arms flailing by his side almost walking with a slump. His mostly cut hair was soaked, covering his eyes that were also closed as he stood just at the edge of the ramp now. The most movement now was the man's head rocking from side to side now, going back and forth to the beat of the music before his right hand slowly crept up his body. His index and middle finger pushing against his throat now, his thumb extended practically representing a gun. Wiping his hand across his throat, almost in the form of a cut throat now he'd pause the motions just at the start of his jawline. His index finger and middle finger closed down, forming a fist on his right hand that was firmly pressed to his jaw, pushing against his face as he added pressure to his hand as well, almost battling his own body for control as Axl's upper lip would rise to the right corner, snarling before shifting back to his right foot, planting his left down as well as he threw a punch with his right hand into the air now. His eyes snapping open and left hand moving up to throw his hair back, starting his slow walk down the ramp now. He'd look around the arena on his walk down the ramp, eyeing specific crowd members as his snarl never left, even getting face to face with a few fans, the only thing in between them would be the barricade, of course this coming only after The Unfit Dynasty stepped off of the ramp and began walking around the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, introducing next, from Bunker Hill, Illinois, he weighs in at two hundred and three pounds and stands at five feet and ten inches tall! He is The Unfit Dynaaaasty! Axl! Willllloooow!", the ring announcer would call out as Axl walked up the steel steps, entering the ring through the top and middle rope but not before spitting down onto the ring apron, showing just exactly what he thought of his elders in this industry. Once he was in the ring he walked the sides of the ring, eyeing fans as he did so before slowing his pace completely once he reached a corner, his back pressing to the buckles, his hands reaching out to grab hold of the top rope on both sides of him, waiting for his opponent to make their entrance.

FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: The Unfit Dynasty has found himself embracing matches in which anything goes. After all, rules were meant to be broken and so were bones.

LEAST FAVORITE MATCH TYPE: A traditional match up has always had its downsides for Axl Willow, the Twenty Four year old has found himself many of times getting lost in the beating he was delivering, only to be disqualified by the official. It's potentially his biggest weakness, his temper that is.

WHO ARE YOU?: It wasn't the best upbringing to have, hell it was practically one of the worst, but the past is something that can't be changed and Axl Willow's past is set in stone. Growing up in the rough streets of Bunker Hill, Illinois, practically raised by a single parent, his mother who herself was always working multiple jobs at one time just to support them. What about his father though? A good question honestly, and sure his father was "around". If you call working the road seven days a week for three hundred days out of the year being "around". The life of having a father in the professional wrestling industry, it wasn't as glamorous as many believed, it was a pain that left a hole in Willow's heart and soul. The fact that the time he did see his father for those few weeks out of the year were miserable. Pops' was a drunk, a violent one at that. Many days growing up, nearly seven maybe eight years old he'd hear the screams, the pain exiting his mother's mouth as his father would smack her around the room. Open palm slaps, heavy closed fists, sometimes with a belt, even one incident the drunk bastard pulled a knife out. Axl didn't know how to handle it, should he stand up to the man who was always gone? How could he though? He was bigger, stronger, more of a man, after all, Axl was just a mere boy.

Time advanced though, years passing and the same routine continued until Axl's fourteenth birthday was nearing. It was then that his father retired from pro wrestling, his schedule now ninety-nine percent of the time spent in his town. Yet the man still wasn't home, always out at a local bar or at a nearly ran down hotel with some prostitute. That fourteenth birthday though is when everything changed. All the anger he watched his father deal with his mother, every beating he tried to cry himself asleep during, every emotion he had ever felt towards the man turned to darkness. It came when he was punched in the face from the drunken father figure, breaking his nose and that's when for the first time Willow snapped. He lost control, leaping across a dining room table and gave punch after punch against the drunken bastards face, only coming to his senses when his mother got between the blows. Cries of pleading for Axl to stop, that's what brought him back, but the anger, the darkness remained, never leaving his soul. From that day forward he became more angered, the once young and bright boy turned into the angry, cynical teenager.

Fast forward to the current day, it's been two years since breaking into the industry, the same industry that his father left him for, was it some sort of sick revenge that Axl was seeking for? Probably, but that's something he'd never openly tell a soul. He didn't want anyone-anyone to know about his past, he didn't want anyone knowing who his father was, he didn't want to be associated with that piece of crap and for two years he's done just that. Sure similarities have splurged, the way Axl took naturally to the industry was shocking, quickly developing his talents in the realm of learning psychology. It's what dawned his nickname, his trainer casually saying to him one day that he was picking this up so well it was like he was an 'Unfit Dynasty', making a joke that his parents must have had some secret experience in the ring. Sure, it was a clever play on words, but Axl wanted the perception to be just that, a play on words and nothing more. The only pleasure he'd ever find in life came while he was in the wrestling ring, punching skulls in and not giving a damn about the repercussions. The way the audience booed, a smug scowl always arrived, because in the back of his mind? Axl Willow knew that the professional wrestling industry was his guilty addiction, his high, and every time he heard a bone crack or a crowd boo, it was like he had just injected himself with a needle. Only Twenty Four years of age, The Unfit Dynasty isn't over by a long shot and that addiction? It'll keep seeping through Axl Willows bloodstream for time and time to come.

FACE/TWEEN/HEEL: Axl Willow classifies himself as a Heel.

STRENGTHS: When you grow up with nothing. When you have absolutely nothing to look forward to? You find that the best thing about life is that you have nothing to lose. That's Axl's strength, he will do anything and everything he can to scratch and claw his way to the top because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that whatever he makes out of this? It was more than he had when he started.

WEAPON OF CHOICE: It's rare that Axl will ever use anything other than his bare hands, but if the time ultimately calls for it, if it blacks out and the anger sets in? The Unfit Dynasty has no problem grabbing the steel of a chair, swinging for the fences, and colliding with an opponent's head or back.

IN THE RING
WRESTLING STYLE: Axl's has been defined mostly in his career as a bruiser. Regardless if it's his forearms, elbows, knees, feet, or even his fists, he looks to inflict damage one way or another at all time. While he mostly throws strikes, Axl Willow is known for throwing a few suplexes and slams into his arsenal as well. He wouldn't classify himself as a full hybrid, but he's no slouch in slamming his opponents around either.

COMMON MOVES: • Headlock Takeover
• Armdrag
• Dropkick
• Straight Right Punch
• Straight Left Punch
• Right Jab Punch
• Uppercut Variations
‣ Standing Uppercut(Boxing uppercut essentially.)
‣ European Uppercut
‣ Reverse European Uppercut Into The Ropes(Similar to the above except done to the back of the opponents head. The shot sends his opponent into the ropes, rebounding them back into a combination attack)
‣ Running Spinning Uppercut
‣ Seated Running Uppercut(Similar to the Penalty Kick, but instead a Spinning European Uppercut is used)
• Elbow Variations
‣ Right Elbow Strike to the side of the head.
‣ Right Elbow Strike to the side of the neck.
‣ Bionic Elbow to the top of the head.
‣ Discus Elbow
• Knee To The Gut
• Jumping Knee To The Chin
• Suplex Variations
‣ Snap Suplex
‣ Release Snap German Suplex
‣ Tiger Suplex
‣ Back Suplex
‣ Stalling German Suplex(Only used on opponents that weigh similar to his size, if a higher weight opponent is facing him, he'll never break it out.)
‣ Backdrop Suplex
‣ Arm Trapped Hatch Suplex
• Step In Forearm Smash
• Russian Leg Sweep
• Spill The Tea(Scissored Armbar; In tribute to Brody Sparks)

SIGNATURE MOVES (3 MAX): • Discus European Uppercut
• Inverted Powerslam
• The Unsung Hero (Running Single-Leg Front Drop Kick)

FINISHER(S) (3 MAX): • Hit The Bunker(Full Nelson Reverse STO into a pinfall); Most Common Finisher.

• Dead Man Falls(Diving Double Knee Facebreaker from the middle rope); A Rare Finisher mostly seen on bigger opponents who can not be lifted for Hit The Bunker.

• Just Stay Down(Reverse European Uppercut Into The Ropes followed up with a Release Snap German Suplex followed up with a Dead Man Falls); The absolute rarest finisher, should be treated as a special occurrence in which he hits the massive combination only when the time calls for it.