Real Name: Unknown except to a select few individuals

Height: 6'3" Weight:258 lbs.

Hometown: Center of operations exists in the Chicago, Illinois area

Enterance Music: "South of Heaven" by Slayer

Alignment: Neutral

Background Information:
You could listen for days about the stories told of the individual called Clapper. There is no past as shady and disclosed as the one of Dustin Mallory's. In the national records, Mallory does not exist. Instead, he is known in the criminal world as Clapper, a man of many professions that deal in murder, assault, and threats. Clapper is the central muscle of a hitman trio known as Tres Diablos, whose loyalties lie with the notorious Vintelli family.

Little is known about Clapper except a few tales told amongst those in the locker room...

When the patriarch of the Vintelli family passed on, his youngest son eventually gained control. When a misguided courier whom Tony Vintelli was personally attached to aborted an operation, Clapper was assigned to retrieve the employee.

The kid was named Robert DeLion, later Rocko Daymon of Superior Championship Wrestling fame.

After many years of searching, Clapper finally found DeLion--then Daymon--in SCW. By this time, Tony Vintelli had been incarcerated through murder conspiracy. With the youngest Vintelli, Gabriella, taking control, Clapper's mission was essentially finished. But for some reason, the dark one decided to spend some time looking at his target of many long years.

Clapper's professional wrestling career began in SCW as an obsession to confront Rocko Daymon. His performance in the ring was to the point, yet hindered. He could incapacitate a man easily, but his ego usually got in the way, and he never pulled through a match full force. He was known as being prideful enough to wear his coat and sunglasses into the ring, and take time to smoke a cigarette at points in the match.

Clapper's talent representative was a young intern by the name of Guy Hoerneman. The two had a somewhat hidden relationship. Guy's young dreams of making it big in the pro wrestling world were somewhat thrown into a tailspin when given the responsibility of Clapper. The hitman used this opportunity to find himself exempt from many matches and public appearances. He got in trouble constantly with the front office, including a lawsuit on aggrevated assault in a Colorado bar.

But somehow, Clapper covered his tracks.

The time came when he came face to face with his long-awaited target, Rocko Daymon. It wasn't any easy confrontation. The two waged a battle of titanic proportions. When it was over, Daymon left professional wrestling with a broken neck. Clapper disappeared, believed to be gone forever now that his score had been settled with Rocko Daymon.

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was making the world believe he didn't exist...

Apparel: Clapper's a large man by average standards. He doesn't have much happening for skin tone, and goes with the clean bald look in terms of hairstyle. You'd never know his hair was black. His eyes are a deep shade of brown-red, but they're usually hidden behind black sunglasses. The shades also hide a couple scars on his face: one running down the left side, from an old job, and the other over the brow, from professional wrestling.

In the ring, he wears what he always does. Everything is black, from his boots, to his dockers, to the black t-shirt underneath the long, black trench coat. The coat is on his back most of the time, but when he's ready to cut the crap and fight to his fullest, he's willing to discard it. His build is quite ripped from years of heavy weightlifting, and he is obviously scarred in many areas from a life of stab and bulletwounds.

Titles Held:
Has none, needs none, and never wants one.

Enterance: "South of Heaven" by Slayer begins to play. The lights go to black. It's like the gates of hell have opened at last, and the Devil has chosen to make an appearance. We get the next best thing. The stage lights up in red lighting, maybe a few fog machines doing their thing to set the mood. The fans, they're booing... they hate this guy, and you can't blame them. You'd hate him too if you knew the man personally.

Then he arrives. His name is Clapper. He steps out onto the stage, both hands held out in a mock pose. He revels in the displeasure of the fans in attendance. On his eyes are the sunglasses. In his mouth is the cigarette. It's the typical Clapper look, that arrogant, boisterous, "I'm-better-than-you-and-I'll-fuck-your-shit-up" smirk on his face. He is hated. He is unstoppable. He loves every minute of his existence.

He doesn't do anything flashy coming down to the ring. No brainless charge, or prideful stride. No triple-flip cartwheel with a double-lutz added on the end. The best word you could use is creep. He "creeps" down the aisle at a slow speed, stopping every now and then to meet eyes with some angry fan and give the usual smile. Reaching the ring, he discards his cigarette by throwing it into the nearest fan's face. He rolls inside, does a spin with the arms out to play to the crowd again, and then he psyches himself.

Going to a corner, Clapper discards the sunglasses and coat. He sits in an Indian-style position, head down and facing the turnbuckle. He seems to be meditating, or focusing himself. Whatever he's doing, he hears nothing and pays no attention to anything be said to or around him. Still, the smirk stands on his cold, scarred face...

Normal Moves: Clapper has no specific string of moves. His strategy is based on hand-to-hand techniques as opposed to grappling. He loves a good brawl/duel. He excels primarily in striking, martial arts, and submission moves. He might also whip out some hardcore skills when the going gets tough. He'll do the typical old-school wrestling move every now and then, but he doesn't push it. In his eyes, wrestling is a weak sport of pansy men, and if it weren't for the joy of crushing their pathetic dreams, he wouldn't associate with it.

Set up move: Red Scissor

Set up Description: When he's feeling like going for a quick kill, Clapper usually goes for a low shot to the abdomen, followed by a bounce off the ropes and a quick scissor kick to the back of the opponent's head.

Finishing Move:
Black Noose

Finishing Move Description:
The notorious Black Noose is a cross between a cross-face headlock and a sleeper. Depending on what his opponent's dominant hand is, Clapper will wrap his arms around the appropriate side shoulder and neck. For example, if his opponent was right-handed, Clapper would put his right arm under the opponent's right, and the left arm around the left-side of his neck. His hands unite and clench together, pulling inwards in a vice-like grib. The knuckles are pressed into the jugular artery, which severs blood to the brain. It doesn't take long before a victim passes out.

Recent Quote: "Prepare yourself, GXW... for the Season of X-Treme!! HAHAHAHA!!"
Revolution, December 17, 2003

Manager Name: If anybody came close, it would be Guy Hoerneman

Description of Manager: Guy is a young, quiet type. He doesn't hold the spirited go-get-em attitude that most men his age hold. Such a habit gets you into the business side of professional wrestling, one would suppose. He's small of stature with light brown hair and green eyes. He wairs casual clothing. Not much to describe, but it shouldn't be hard for you to use your imagination.

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Handlers Name:
R. Ryan Strawsma

Email Address:
RudeFF72@aol.com

Messenger Identity:
AIM - Rocko The Otter