Damian Bourne

“FREEZE MOTHAFACKAAAA” had me dying lmao

This is torture!!! However I do like the idea 😏

WRESTLER NAME: Damian Bourne HOMETOWN: Detroit, Michigan, USA HEIGHT: 6”0 WEIGHT: 229 THEME SONG: Royal Blood - Out Of The Black SIGNATURE MOVES(S) Pumphandle Half-Nelson Driver (Malibu Driver) Bicycle Knee Strike (No Handlebars) ———————————————— UNOFFICIAL SIGNATURE - Shooting Star (Air Bourne) UNOFFICIAL SIGNATURE - Senton Bomb (Shellshock) FINISHERS(S) Rainmaker DDT (Bourne Ultimatum) GTS’18 (The Silencer) ———————————————— UNOFFICIAL FINISHER - Apron DDT (Bourne Supremacy) NOTABLE FUEDS: Bournistico vs The Last Blacksmith ACCOLADES: x1 Turmoil Tag Team Champion Biography: Damian Bourne’s real father, a three-time MMA champion, was a bum. He got Bourne’s mother pregnant and left due to the fact that she was a groupie & he thought she was attempting to milk him for his “hard earned” money. Damian’s mother was also diagnosed with schizophrenia two years after he was born & because of this he was raised by his grandmother until he turned sixteen. That was when his grandmother was diagnosed with stage four cancer. While on her deathbed, she told Bourne the truth. She told him who his father was. It was at that moment that Damian decided he was going to train until he was strong enough to face his father. Sadly, that day would never come. His father died of a heart attack three years later. Having wasted three years of his life, Bourne began bareknuckle boxing in the streets. He didn’t do it for money, he did it so he could feel something. Pain was the only thing he felt because it’s the only thing he’s ever known. He went undefeated for over two years but eventually his streak came to an end after associates of an opponent he was going against drugged his drink so he wouldn’t perform his best. On the verge of giving up on everything, he heard an ad for a local wrestling promotion, known as MCW (Murder City Wrestling) on his TV. Seeing as how he wrestled before his grandmother died, he decided to go see what it was about. It was there that Bourne began training to wrestle. It was there that he learned how much he loved to be a villain. Damian loved to be hated & hated to be loved. He was “Detroit’s Villain”. After reigning as world champion for 567 days & becoming bored of the lackluster talent in MCW, he relinquished his title & purchased a plane ticket to New York to pursue green pastures. In the Big Apple he found his future... OCW

HA, to think I was going to invite you to my party! No Pina Colodas for you buddy.

The bright beautiful sun would shine down upon the city of New York as Damian Bourne would arrive at his destination. He would step out of his car, locking the door behind him and approaching the building. A sign on the door would read “Best Psychic Readings in NYC” , Bourne would step inside the shop to be greeted by a blind old woman at the receptionist desk Old Woman: I’s felt ya coming boy, all that bad mojo on ya. Come on you not safe up here, let me take ya to da back. Damian would look in confusion but still feel an urge to follow behind her as he came for help Damian: I never got your name Ms? Old Woman: My name be Mama Desiree Dupree, no worry bout telling me ya name boy. I know you’s be Damian Bourne. Damian: How... I’ve never even met— Mama Desiree: Didn’t I tell ya I felt ya coming boy? I’s already told ya it was da bad mojo! Mama Desiree would stop at a door that read “237” , knock three times, open it and begin to walk in. Taking a seat at the circular table with a red leather covering, and candles lit upon it. Damian would stare at a skull in the middle of the table and take a seat nervously. Damian: So what was that bad nojo you were speaking of? Mama Desiree: MOJO boy! It’s dem bad spirits ya don’t be wanting in ya life. Mama Desiree would take a red flower that glowed as if there was an LED in the interior of it, she would reach in the flower and take out a red glowing heart shaped stone. Grabbing her mortar and pestle she would begin to crush it up and stir it as it turned into a liquid. Mama Desiree: Here boy, take dis with you and go lay in dat pile of sand there! Damian would hesitantly grab the mortar that held a red kool-aid looking liquid in it and begin to walk over to the pile of sand placed in a hole in the ground. Taking off his jacket and putting his hair in a man bun he would lay in the pile of sand. Mama Desiree: When I tell ya to, I want ya to take da mortar and drink it. I’s be taking ya to da spirit world, or as my people calls it... “the ancestral plane”. This way you be getting all the answers you need from your Umama. Now drink up boy! Damian would drink the red substance and begin to feel sharp pains in his torso area. Bourne’s eyes would close and the scene would fade to black

The scene would open with rain pouring and lightning striking in the distance, as the funeral for Damian’s mother would be held. All the black clothing and black umbrellas being held by many family members would give an more ominous feel than usual to the funeral. In the distance standing by a tree, protecting himself from the rain with the leaves of said tree was a man dressed in an all white suit and hair in dreadlocks. Damian would approach the man whos head was down attempting to hide his face Damian: Excuse me... are you here for for the funeral? I was just sort of confused because you’ve been standing here pretty much since we started. Unknown Man: I’m guessing you’re Damian, your mother spoke so much of you in her letters, I’m a family friend. Damian: I’ve never seen you before, are you from around here? Unknown Man: No... I live somewhere further down south, but I couldn’t miss such an event. Damian: Well you’re not very properly dressed but I’m sure we have an extra seat available underneath the tent. Come on let’s get you out the rain. Damian would hold up his umbrella and begin to walk away from the tree to head towards the tent Damian: So I never got your na— Damian would turn around and stand in confusion, as the man he had just spoken to was no longer there. He would walk back to the tree and check around it but there was still no sight of the man in the white suit, the only thing left was a carving in the tree. It was a heart with the letter “J” carved into it with a knife, after his search he would head back to the funeral, assuming the man had left as he was maybe busy but Bourne would still be confused about the signature left behind.

Give me a finisher change for christmas

Roses are red, my ass is blue, hey rusttty guess what?, fuck you

Seems we were both in a hospital/doctor's office... I like it

The scene opens in the waiting room of an hospital where a doctor enters and puts on his glasses to read papers attached to a clipboard Doctor: Bourne?! Damian Bourne?! Damian would set down his Pro Wrestling Illustrated magazine and get up from his chair to approach the doctor and shake his hand Damian: Nice to meet you, Doctor... Doctor: Sanchez, now if I'm correct you're the son of the patient? Damian: Right, you see I know she doesn't have much time left and I just want to spend the holidays with her, especially Christmas. Doctor Sanchez: I definitely understand, unfortunately my mother suffered from cancer as well. She past away two years ago on her birthday, so I can feel where you're coming from, here allow me to take you to her room. Doctor Sanchez would walk through the hallways of the hospital with Damian following behind him, eventually they would reach an elevator, step inside, and the doctor would press floor #3 Doc Sanchez: So what is your occupation? I can tell you stay fit so you must be involved with some type of sport. Damian: Yeah I uhh… I professionally wrestle in OCW. Maybe you've heard of it? Doc Sanchez: Yes yes, my children love it. Although I could never get in to it because of how fake it is. Damian: Fake… sure. They reach the floor, step out the elevator, and walk down the hallway until they reach room #120. Doc Sanchez: I'll wait outside, and if you need anything just holler. Damian would shake the Doctor's hand again and enter the room, his mother would lay in the bed connected to all sorts of machines Damian: Mama it's me, it's your son Damian. She would caress his cheek as he sat down next to the bed, also sitting down flowers on the table that's at bedside. Mama: I missed you, where have you been my sweet son? Damian: Remember mom, I wrestle now? I was at a show supporting my partner. Mama: Of course of course, give Mistico my blessings when you see him again. I want you to know something Dami, I don't have much time lef- Damian: Don't say that mom you're going to get through this I know you are. You just need to have faith, I lost dad this year already and I won't lose you. Mama: It's the truth and you need to accept it, but I must confess something to you that breaks my heart to say... Damian: …what is it? Mama: The man you were raised by and loved so much wasn't your father. He treated you like his own son but David wasn't your real dad. Damian: … Mama: I know I know, just take it in slowly. I wasn't going to tell you but I cannot die knowing you don't know you're true father. Damian: If “David” wasn't my father, the man who raised me since I was a little boy, got me through life, and told me to pursue my real dreams when you wouldn't. Who is? Huh mom? Who's my father? She would begin to have trouble breathing, so Damian would hit the emergency button and run out the room to grab the doctor and come back in. Standing by his mother's bed she could be heard mumbling, trying to get words out. Bourne would lean in close to his mother with the camera zooming in on his face while his mother's voice could faintly be heard Mama: Your real father… is… All that would become heard is ringing, a tear would slowly fall down Damian's cheek as his heard the name of his true father. A flatline could be seen on the life support machine as Damian fell to his knees and started to cry while the screen would fade to black…

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"Can't we just wrestle..." -Daniel Bryan

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Didn't know that was a grey area Benji, but honestly he was just avoiding a move and not wasting a reversal. A lot of people run from moves such as those, I've seen you do it yourself in dark matches. Wasn't really wrong for it, like you said he wasn't planning on wasting a reversal so he didn't. I'm sure he wanted to preserve his reversals for an aggressive player such as Jett, although he could've used a different method. Now the comment about people riding Jett, I don't have anything to say about that except that maybe people have old grudges about Jett.

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Alright I'll work on it next promo, thanks for the feedback.

camera pans to Damian standing backstage facing the camera Damian Bourne: There are consequences to everything. Take me for example. My parents hate me because I've become better than they could have ever imagined. My family, my friends, they all hate me. Because the consequence of knowing me is that I will make you look bad because 'cause I'm so good! Damian begins to walk into the locker room grabbing his gear while the camera follows Damian Bourne: You know, I was once like all of you out there. I was passionate, idealistic, hopeful. Then I turned 10 years old and realized how the world really operated. It didn't take long, and before I knew it, I was operating within the system's broken rules. He heads to the parking lot while the cameraman would continue to follow him Damian Bourne: Real question here - can we name the next pay-per-view after me? I mean, I plan on headlining it - and in fact, I'm out here to demand that. Are there other names on the roster that have been here longer and deserve it? Yes. But I'm the textbook, and they're all just footnotes. And y'all can keep shouting at your screen. I'm sure your jealous. Hell, look at yourselves. Look at how pathetic all of you are. And look at me. Simply better... He would reach his car, throwing the gear into the trunk and giving one final look at the camera before driving off Damian Bourne: Damn, it feels good to imagine you all pissed off at home. Haha the funny thing is, I remember when I was like you. Wishing I could be great. The difference? I actually became great. Ha ha ha. Damian shut the car door, and as he drove off. The camera would fade to black

Exactly what I was going for with my character, thanks for the feedback Jehst.

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