Victor Makarov

[Dave]

Real Name:

Victor Makarov

Gimmick Name:

The Mauler of Moscow

Announced As:

“The Mauler Of Moscow” Victor Makarov

Height:

6 feet 1 inch

Weight:

311 pounds

Hometown:

Moscow, Russia

Billed From:

Moscow, Russia

Alignment:

Heel

Announcement:

Introducing first from Moscow, Russia, weighing 311 pounds, The Mauler of Moscow, Victor Makarov!

Sample Pic of Wrestler:

Main Gimmick:

A former fistfight brawler form the Russian underground, Makarov is a silent warrior, whose power is only matched by his intensity. His handler, Frankie Fortune tells his story and speaks for him.

Brief Bio/History:

After losing his tongue in an ungodly attack in Russia, Makarov fled the country looking for work. With the help of some assocsciates Makarov found Frankie Fortune. Fortune was a former Hollywood agent who found himself at loss with Makarov. That was until he entered the Mauler into the world of WZCW; hoping to rekindle the days of success in his career.

Entrance Music:



Entrance Description:

Makarov enters the arena through the curtain and stall on the stage. Placing his hand over his heart as his beloved National anthem plays out for everyone to hear, he dips his head in respect. Afterwards, a look of venom crosses his features as he stomps his way down to the ring.

Fighting Style:

Brawler / Fistfighter

Finishing Moves (2 max):

Twisting Uppercut - Da Sveedaneeya
Sweet Chin Music – Mother Russia

Signature Moves (3 max):

Mounted fist strikes in the corner (x10)
Diving Headbutt from top rope
DDT into Body Scissors submission

12 Most Used Moves:

Twisting clothesline
Tactical Stomps to different body parts
Pumphandle slam
Scoop slam (when opponent runs at him)
Miltary press (usually followed up with dropping the opponent onto the ropes)
Running leg drop
Running shoulder block
falling headbutt
repeated headbutts to the head and the chest
Running belly splash in the corner
Ankle lock
Single leg Boston Crab

Sample RP:

They called him the Mauler of Moscow, that was my first impression of Victor Makarov. I had never heard of anyone being introduced like that before, but I guess that Russia does things a little differently than in Hollywood, California. It was a great way of getting my attention now that I look back on things.

Truth be told, had I not have noticed that detail on the front cover of his talent file, I'd have skipped right past him. And in that moment, lost the single greatest and worst things that ever happened to me in my entire career.

A small detail that incited a fire within me. His people had dropped the file off in the hope that I would take it at a small cost to them. And I was in no situation to be picky. The truth of the matter is that Hollywood is a fickle business. One day you're riding high on a wave of momentum and the next... Well, you get the picture really. And as I skimmed what little options I had left in front of me that day, I knew that Makarov could be the start of that upwards trend once again.

Two days later, I met with the man.

He was everything that his file promised he would be but that didn't surprise me. Everything about the Russians was serious to a point. They didn't embellish or self-promote, they just let him do the talking. Figuratively, of course. The man didn't speak a word of English. He didn't speak at all actually. Knowing what I know about the man now, I still look back and laugh about that moment. Thinking about how rude he was never to break a breath to me. But I guess it's hard when you only have half a tongue...

He sat directly across from me, a steely look in his eyes as he refused to eat the food I had prepared for him. I did my best to force small talk with the Russians but they were less than helpful. Truthfully, I felt as though they were trying to get rid of him; dumping him on me almost. "He's your problem now", they might have said if they could speak a word of English, too.

As I sat there that day, I wondered what to do with him. He was huge, there could be no doubt about. He stood at least a foot taller than me and towered above most people. He was strong, too. You could see it in his eyes that he had power. Not to mention his arms. Some of the biggest I'd ever seen. And sure I'd seen it all before but this guy was special. Truth be told, I was lost.

As the Russians signed the paperwork in silence and I agreed to take him from them, they spoke only one word. “Wrestling”. And then it hit me, this guy was made to be a wrestler. His physique, his personality, his sheer presence; they all pointed towards a career inside of the ring.

But I had never did anything like that before. I was going to have to start at the bottom and start building my way up. I had sunk whatever I had left from my savings into this guy, I guess it was the only option I had at that point.

Even now, people ask me what I seen in him and I struggle to answer the question. But I knew he was dangerous. Truthfully, I was scared to the bones of the man. His gaze could freeze beer but he was the only hope I had...

I knew that destruction was heading towards WZCW like a hurricane.