DastardlyDaxLee

Dax Lee sits alone in a folding chair in a dark warehouse. A single hanging light sways from above him as he sits there silently, jaws clenched. Dax: You feel that, don’t you, OCW? Dax grins. Dax: The unease in your chest every time my name comes up on your feed? Dax: That’s called inevitability. Dax Lee looks off camera and scoffs. Dax: They said I was too angry, too aggressive… Headlines flicker quickly: “DAX LEE: BANNED FROM ANOTHER COMPANY?” “BACKSTAGE FIGHT LEAKED” ”IS DAX LEE DESTINED FOR UNEMPLOYMENT?” Dax: They said I was too unpredictable, too much of a liability. Dax is now sitting calm, dead calm. Dax: But here I am. And whoever’s first through that curtain…congrats. You’re the crash test dummy. Dax leans in closely. Dax: You get to find out I’m not a prospect, I’m a problem. Dax stands and turns to walk down a dark hallway. His voice echoes and trails through the darkness. Dax: The wait is almost over, OCW. The door is unlocked, and hell is about to walk through it. As Dax Lee fades into the darkness, all to be heard is him whistling “We’ll Meet Again” by Vera Lynn. Camera fades to black.

WRESTLER NAME: “Dastardly” Dax Lee HOMETOWN: Louisville, KY HEIGHT: 6’1” WEIGHT: 261 lbs THEME SONG: AMERIKKKAN HATE SONG - SHETANI! SIGNATURE MOVES(S): Headbutt (Glasgow Kiss) FINISHERS(S): Swanton Bomb NOTABLE FUEDS: (If any, if rookie can skip) ACCOLADES:(titles held, and date, Awards, etc) Biography: Born in 1998, in Louisville, Kentucky, Dax Lee came into the world with pain in his blood and a legacy he didn’t ask for. His father, Dominic Lee, was already deep in the wrestling business. Meanwhile, Dax’s mother held down the broken household with anger in her voice and spite in her heart. Wrestling was never a dream, it was a life sentence. By the age of 16, his father called him. Not as a father, but as a promoter. He founded a new promotion and wanted Dax to be there training. Dax thought this would finally be the escape he needed, wrong. Dominic pushed Dax to the limit, made sure everything Dax did was perfection, forged out of his own image. Dax wasn’t good at taking pain, so at age 20, Dominic got Dax on pills. Dax, then, followed Dominic’s orders to a tee. For the next couple years, they would have earned gold together, made a bunch of money, and owned the business. That was until Dax’s mother passed away. Dax swore he would drop his pills and did so, going to rehab. Dominic wasn’t pleased and bashed him online and in multiple different promos. Dax was finally cleared to compete and attacked Dominic immediately, trying to avenge himself from the manipulation of his father. After they fought and Dax won via submission, Dax left the company to pursue bigger promotions. He stumbled upon OCW, and plans to use his newfound anger and resentment to climb the ranks and make a name for himself.

Darkness. Then red strobes begin to pulse slowly, revealing the silhouette of a lone figure sitting backward on a steel chair in the center of the ring. The arena is empty. Silent. He’s wearing a cut-off black tee, red-and-black camo pants, and scuffed red Jordans. A bandana tied around his forehead holds back long, black, sweat-damp hair. His arms are sleeved in faded, chaotic tattoos—ink that tells stories he doesn’t. Dax Lee: You don’t know me. Dax Lee: You’ve never seen me headline a pay-per-view. Dax Lee: Never bought a shirt with my name on it. Dax Lee: Never heard the crowd scream when my music hits. Dax Lee: That’s fine. Dax Lee: Because I didn’t come here to be seen. Dax Lee: I came here because for most of my life… no one looked. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. The mic hangs from his hand like a weight. Dax Lee: All I ever heard was “can’t.” Dax Lee: Can’t make it out of where you came from. Dax Lee: Can’t wrestle like those guys. Dax Lee: Can’t hang with the veterans. Dax Lee: Can’t outwork the system. Dax Lee: Can’t break into this company. Dax Lee: OCW is supposed to be the pinnacle, right? The apex. The place the best claw their way to eventually… And when I got here, before I even stepped through the curtain, I heard it again: Dax Lee: “Hall of Fame? Yeah, right. Not you.” He laughs—but it’s dry, bitter. Not a punchline. A scar. Dax Lee: But here’s what they didn’t see— In another life, I was on top. I held multiple championships at the same time… Dax Lee: Tapped out the man who raised me with fists, not love. Dax Lee: Broke records. Broke people. Broke myself… And none of it changed anything. He finally stands. The chair scrapes as it falls backward behind him. Dax Lee: I’m not inspired by doubt. I’m not fueled by it. Doubt didn’t motivate me—it hardened me. Dax Lee: Because the truth is, the world’s not out here trying to lift you up. It’s waiting. Just waiting for you to fall… so it can laugh. So it can remind you where you belong. Dax Lee: And right now? That’s all I see in this place. Dax Lee: Champions who’ve gotten too comfortable on their thrones. Fans too quick to write off the new name. A locker room full of eyes that say, “He won’t last.” Dax Lee: Keep watching… Because I’ve already outlived the narrative once before. Dax Lee: And I didn’t come to OCW to be loved. I came to make everyone regret overlooking me in the first place. Dax Lee: The spotlight? It doesn’t scare me. Because I’ve lived in the dark long enough to know how to make it mine. He drops the mic at his feet. The red light snaps off. Blackout.