The Lost Breed
Sept 12, 2020 14:42:33 GMT -5
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Post by The Lost Breed on Sept 12, 2020 14:42:33 GMT -5
Stable Members
James Nightingale (Co-Founder) (08/23/20 - Present)
David Sanchez (Co-Founder) (08/23/20 - Present)
Matthias Mintzel (09/27/20 - Present)
Downfall (10/19/20 - Present)
J.C. Keeton (10/19/20 - Present)
James Nightingale (Co-Founder) (08/23/20 - Present)
David Sanchez (Co-Founder) (08/23/20 - Present)
Matthias Mintzel (09/27/20 - Present)
Downfall (10/19/20 - Present)
J.C. Keeton (10/19/20 - Present)
Former Members
Claire Hawkins (09/07/20 - 11/02/20)
Stable Alignment: Heel
Stable Theme Song: "DARKBREED" by Robert Slump
Sanchez, Mintzel & Nightingale Entrance (Accompanied by Hawkins)
The arena falls into a nervous silence as “DARKBREED” by Robert Slump begins its impactful introduction; followed by powerful guitar riffs echoing through the PA system. The lighting inside the arena dims and the camera focuses on the ActionTron which slowly reveals “THE LOST BREED” in large white letters.
A chorus of boos erupts from the crowd as members of The Lost Breed individually walkout from the entranceway; each taking their place on the centre stage. Firstly; David Sanchez, his face hidden behind a mask of solid iron. Next out; Claire Hawkins, she hunches forward before leaning backwards, releasing a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens. She is followed closely by Matthias Mintzel; who walks out wearing a plain grey hoodie, he looks dead behind the eyes as he ignores the crowd’s reaction. Finally; they are joined by James Nightingale, his face half-covered by his intimidating goth-style entrance mask, his eyes focused intensely on the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking his intense gaze on the ring; revealing “The Lost Breed” in blood-stained lettering across the chest of his T-shirt. Together they stand united; soaking in the hostility from the crowd. In unison; they begin their intimidating march to the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Weighing in at a combined weight of 716 pounds…being accompanied to the ring by “The Witch” Claire Hawkins… ”THE LAST EXILE” DAVID SANCHEZ!!… MATTHIAS MINTZEL!!… AND “THE ANGEL OF DEATH” JAMES NIGHTINGALE!!… THE LOST BREED!!!
They all stop at the bottom of the ramp; Nightingale turns to his fellow teammates and nods. Each member passes him and works their way around the outside of the ring; with Sanchez and Nightingale shaking hands as they pass each other. Slowly each member climbs onto an apron and slowly enters the ring; pacing around whilst both Nightingale and Sanchez remove their respective entrance masks. After a moment; all members of The Lost Breed converge in the middle of the ring, raising their right fists in the air, fist-bumping in solidarity. The arena lights return to normal as they finally break their taunt and individually go through their own pre-match preparations ready for the fight ahead.
The arena falls into a nervous silence as “DARKBREED” by Robert Slump begins its impactful introduction; followed by powerful guitar riffs echoing through the PA system. The lighting inside the arena dims and the camera focuses on the ActionTron which slowly reveals “THE LOST BREED” in large white letters.
A chorus of boos erupts from the crowd as members of The Lost Breed individually walkout from the entranceway; each taking their place on the centre stage. Firstly; David Sanchez, his face hidden behind a mask of solid iron. Next out; Claire Hawkins, she hunches forward before leaning backwards, releasing a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens. She is followed closely by Matthias Mintzel; who walks out wearing a plain grey hoodie, he looks dead behind the eyes as he ignores the crowd’s reaction. Finally; they are joined by James Nightingale, his face half-covered by his intimidating goth-style entrance mask, his eyes focused intensely on the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking his intense gaze on the ring; revealing “The Lost Breed” in blood-stained lettering across the chest of his T-shirt. Together they stand united; soaking in the hostility from the crowd. In unison; they begin their intimidating march to the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Weighing in at a combined weight of 716 pounds…being accompanied to the ring by “The Witch” Claire Hawkins… ”THE LAST EXILE” DAVID SANCHEZ!!… MATTHIAS MINTZEL!!… AND “THE ANGEL OF DEATH” JAMES NIGHTINGALE!!… THE LOST BREED!!!
They all stop at the bottom of the ramp; Nightingale turns to his fellow teammates and nods. Each member passes him and works their way around the outside of the ring; with Sanchez and Nightingale shaking hands as they pass each other. Slowly each member climbs onto an apron and slowly enters the ring; pacing around whilst both Nightingale and Sanchez remove their respective entrance masks. After a moment; all members of The Lost Breed converge in the middle of the ring, raising their right fists in the air, fist-bumping in solidarity. The arena lights return to normal as they finally break their taunt and individually go through their own pre-match preparations ready for the fight ahead.
Sanchez, Hawkins & Nightingale Entrance
The arena falls into a nervous silence as “DARKBREED” by Robert Slump begins its impactful introduction; followed by powerful guitar riffs echoing through the PA system. The lighting inside the arena dims, and the camera focuses on the ActionTron which slowly reveals “THE LOST BREED” in large white letters.
A chorus of boos erupts from the crowd as members of The Lost Breed individually walkout from the entranceway; each taking their place on the centre stage. Firstly; David Sanchez, his face hidden behind a mask of solid iron. Next out; Claire Hawkins, she hunches forward before leaning backwards, releasing a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens, she takes her place next to Sanchez. Finally; they are joined by James Nightingale, his face half-covered by his intimidating goth-style entrance mask, his eyes focused intensely on the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking his intense gaze on the ring; revealing “The Lost Breed” in blood-stained lettering across the chest of his T-shirt. Together they stand united; soaking in the hostility from the crowd. In unison; they begin their intimidating march to the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Weighing in at a combined weight of 595 pounds…”THE LAST EXILE” DAVID SANCHEZ!!… ”THE WITCH” CLAIRE HAWKINS!!… AND “THE ANGEL OF DEATH” JAMES NIGHTINGALE!!… THE LOST BREED!!!
They all stop at the bottom of the ramp; Nightingale turns to his fellow teammates and nods. Each member passes him and works their way around the outside of the ring; with Sanchez and Nightingale shaking hands as they pass each other. Slowly each member climbs onto an apron and slowly enters the ring; pacing around whilst both Nightingale and Sanchez remove their respective entrance masks. After a moment; all members of The Lost Breed converge in the middle of the ring, raising their right fists in the air, fist-bumping in solidarity. The arena lights return to normal as they finally break their taunt and individually go through their own pre-match preparations ready for the fight ahead.
Sanchez & Nightingale Entrance
The arena falls into a nervous silence as “DARKBREED” by Robert Slump begins its impactful introduction; followed by powerful guitar riffs echoing through the PA system. The lighting inside the arena dims, and the camera focuses on the ActionTron which slowly reveals “THE LOST BREED” in large white letters.
A chorus of boos erupts from the crowd as The Lost Breed individually walkout from the entranceway; each taking their place on the centre stage. Firstly; David Sanchez, his face hidden behind a mask of solid iron. He is joined by James Nightingale; his face half-covered by his intimidating goth-style entrance mask, his eyes focused intensely on the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking his intense gaze on the ring; revealing “The Lost Breed” in blood-stained lettering across the chest of his T-shirt. Together they stand united; soaking in the hostility from the crowd. In unison; they begin their intimidating march to the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Weighing in at a combined weight of 450 pounds…”THE LAST EXILE” DAVID SANCHEZ!!… “THE ANGEL OF DEATH” JAMES NIGHTINGALE!!… THE LOST BREED!!!
They stop at the bottom of the ramp; Nightingale turns to Sanchez and nods, they exchange a handshake and Nightingale continues to make his way over to the apron closest to the hard camera. Sanchez removes his mask slowly by unfastening the hinge at the base of the skull. Once removed; he smiles then slides into the ring he turns his back to the stage, awaiting his partner to enter. Nightingale tilts his head and climbs up onto the apron. He slowly removes his own entrance mask and drops it to the floor. He performs a throat slash gesture then throws his arms out wide; forming a crucifix shape as he smiles sadistically to the crowd. He turns slowly and climbs into the ring; joining his partner.
After a moment; the two members of The Lost Breed converge in the middle of the ring, raising their right fists in the air, fist-bumping in solidarity. The arena lights return to normal as they finally break their taunt and individually go through their own pre-match preparations ready for the fight ahead.