Name: Slash Age: 23 Gender: Male Height: 5'5" Weight: 200 lbs. Music: "One Winged Angel" By Nobuo Uematsu. Manager: Wolves. Stable: None. Nationality: Canadian. Home Page: None. Status: Meutral.

Appearance:

Short with powerful build, long blond hair, tied back with leather strip, and golden eyes. He wears green and brown camouflage shirt and pants, soft leather knee high boots with the same camo as his clothes. He has knives of all kinds hidden on his body at all times.

A voice that rumbles out of the bottom of his chest and seems to demand attention even while speaking softly. A born predator with the stealth and cunning of a wolf. When angered he tends to go feral with no regard for personal safety. He growls low in his throat and snarls if someone threatens his pack. He only fights "Blood Thirst" if part of his pack is injured by the wrestler he is fighting.

High Howl-

Gorilla press on top ropes into a Senton Bomb any where in the arena.

Bone Gnaw-

Slash latches onto the nearest opponents limb and starts chewing.

Under The Moon-

Slash stuns the opponent then, while opponent is still standing, runs up their body, does a moonsalt, and lands on the opponents body, crushing them.

Bounce-

Powerbomb the opponent onto the top rope and watch him fly.

Hurricanranna
Powerbomb
Piledriver
Michinoku Driver
450 Splash
Moonsalt
Senton Bomb
Electric Chair Drop
Tornado DDT
Monkey Flip

The lights go out as the Havoc Viewscreen flickers on. The screen shows a clearing in what looks like a thick evergreen forest. The full moon casts an eery light over everything. The sound of someone running is heard off to the left in the forest. A man in hunting clothes bursts into the clearing. While franticly looking back he trips on a root and lands on his face. He quickly gets to his feet and runs into the trees. After a few seconds, a small, stocky, man glides into the clearing. He watches the ground as if tracking something. The stocky man stops, crouches where the hunter fell, sniffs the ground, listens, and follows the hunter. The hunter runs franticly through the trees. "I have to get away from this madman," he pants, "all I was doing was hunting the wolves that are frightening my cows. Is he some kind of activist or something, and how can he keep up to me? I was one of the fastest hunters at the games. They even had us run through unfamiliar terratority! This is my back yard, I should be able to loose him easily." He is breathing very heavily. "I have to stop, I hope I am far enough away that he cant catch me." The hunter stops, breathing hard, and tries to catch his breath. "I hope I lost him," he gasps. The forest is very quite, not a sound is heard. "Lost who? Me." a low rumbling voice says behind him. The hunter whirls around to get a hand around his throat that tilts his head so he can't see the speaker. "So, you don't like my family? Well that is too bad." The hand lifts the hunter in the air and throws him head first into the trunk of a tree. Blackness.

A low eerie howl is heard. 'One Winged Angel' starts to play over the speakers. Slash walks out with six large wolves behind him. He walks down the ramp, and jumps into the ring.

High_flyer, Power Slam, Brawler, Blood Thirst, Weapons.

Manager Information

  Names: Mist, Soil, Midnight, Shadow, Snow, Flare.   
  Race: North American Timber Wolves     Gender: 3 Males, 3 Females.
  Height: 3'7", 3'2", 4', 3'5", 3'9", 3'6".

Mist- Looks and moves like living mist.
Soil- Looks as if made of freshly uncovered soil.
Midnight- Looks like night come to life. Scar running from forehead, through right eye, to mid cheek.
Shadow- Looks and moves like a shadow come to life.
Snow- Looks as if made of snow.
Flare- Looks as if made of flame.

Anything that won't hurt Slash.