Post by alexwithers on Apr 22, 2019 6:05:05 GMT -5
Name: – Alex Withers
Date of Birth: – 18th October 1990
Hometown: Lansing, Detroit, Michigan
Weight: 170lbs
Height: 6 foot
Wrestling Style: Technical Brawler
Alignment: Heel
Finishing Move: Detroit Death Drop (RKO type move)
Secondary Finisher: Stay Down(curb stomp)
Top Ten Moves
DDT
Diving Forearm Smash
Short Arm Clothesline
Stiff Kicks
Stiff Chops
Cross Face Chickenwing
Diving Headbutt from top rope
Spear
Suicide Dive to Outside
Piledriver
Entrance Music: My Own Summer – Deftones
Entrance Description
My Own Summer begins to play across the PA system and after a short delay out walks Alex Withers, dressed with a black zip up hoody lifted over his head, simple black boots and trunks he walks with a purpose towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope he heads towards his corner without even a look towards the camera. Rubbing at each wrist he waits until the last possible moment to take his top off and bounces on the balls of his feet awaiting his opponent.
Biography
Born in the Fall of 1990 to Bernard Withers a body shop worker and Jane Withers a telecommunications assistant in Lansing, Detroit, you could be excused for thinking Alex Withers was going to be born not into the American Dream but into midtown mediocrity. His father, Bernie, had been hit hard by the collapse of the Detroit motor machine, laid off the week before Thanksgiving ‘95 after 14 years of solid honest graft at a job he had loved. Bernie took it badly and by the time Alex left first grade, his father was a despondent alcoholic; the once loving proud family man reduced to a pitiful broken shell of his former self; his only solace to be found at the bottom of a bottle of cheap liquor. It was left to Jane to make ends meet, working shifts in a diner in the evenings to earn some extra cash. But this meant she spent less and less time at home while Alex was growing up and her absence from the house while Bernie was home all day staring blankly at the wall, empty bottle beside him, meant Alex had no steady role model. In the first few months after the lay off, Bernie had tried to find work but Detroit was on its knees and nobody was hiring. The more rejections Bernie had, he eventually stopped trying, and gave up.
Bernie’s drinking became worse and the more he drank the more his once besotted wife Jane drifted away from him. Jane had grown tired of her husband’s failure as a husband and father. He was no longer the man she had married. He was barely even a man anymore. He had given up on everything and she couldn’t forgive him for that. One dark November night as the snow started to fall, Jane accepted a lift home from the diner from one of the regulars who always chatted to her at the bar and who complimented her whenever she got a new hair cut or wore a different shade of lipstick. This relative stranger took more time to talk to her than her own husband did and made her feel she was still beautiful, and that was how it started. As easily as that she was lost to Bernie and slipped in to the hands of a string of other men, and what was worse Bernie was too consumed with self-pity to notice or even care.
When Alex was nine, the family life he knew (or had at least pretended to know) was to finally implode. On the eve of the Millennium, after trailing around to find a liquor store still open on the holidays, Bernie came back to find Jane in their marital bed with another man. There was no conflict, there was no shouting.… Alex saw his father’s self-respect disappear in front of his very eyes as Bernie simply sat in the living room and staring emptily at the TV as the flickering images of Times Square showed the final seconds of 1999 ticking away along with life as Alex and his father had known it. Elsewhere New Year festivities were in full swing, as Jane and her lover quietly slipped out of the family home… That was the last Alex saw of his mother; she never contacted him again; just walked out that night and never came back. That was the part Alex couldn’t forgive. Sure, she hadn’t been around that much when he was young because she had always been working, and he resented that, but she was his mother dammit. How could she just turn her back on him, on them both, like that? The pain of that betrayal was to fester silently for years. Alex was left isolated with an alcoholic father who wasn’t fit enough physically or mentally to take care of himself let alone the boy. Alex had to grow up fast and become the man that his father wasn’t able to be. It wasn’t long before Alex fell in with the wrong crowd. A gang of kids similar to him, whose fathers had lost their jobs when the automobile factory closed, soon took him in and he started on a downhill spiral of truancy, petty theft and vandalism. Alex knew what hardship was by the time he left school; he had seen failure and betrayal rip his family apart and at barely 16 he was finding himself well accustomed to trouble.
With no role model to steer him on the right path and no employment prospects, Alex was heading the same way as much of the kids he roamed the streets with – a dead end road to nowhere. But one day his life was to take an unexpected turn. It happened one seemingly dull ordinary day when seeking a distraction from the rotten deal they’d been handed in life, the gang of friends sneaked past security and found themselves in the heart of a XHW event - Alex Withers had an epiphany. Hendrix Walker versus Triple Syxx was the match that really blew him away - the raw energy, the electric atmosphere, the building anticipation…the primal violence. The moment the event was over and the house lights went up, Alex knew that his life was never going to be the same again. He swore there and then that he would never fall in to the same trap as his father; he was going to make something of himself; be a real man; and prove himself in the ring against the very best.
From the age of 16 Alex ignored any futile demands from his now bitter angry father to ‘get out and earn some money in a proper job’. What right did he have to try to control Alex’s life now when he had given up on his own? All of Alex’s available time was spent down the gym and in the boxing halls, fine-tuning and honing his formerly wiry body until he emerged as a muscle-bound athlete. He became well versed in the art of professional wrestling as he studied the greats, spending hours, days sometimes weeks at a time watching heroes like Adams, West, Walker, Levy, Homme, Reinhardt and Cash. With no place to vent his pent-up anger and frustration with his lot, Alex found himself in street fights and backyard wrestling matches… He became well known to the Detroit PD who were growing tired of dropping him back at his father’s house after a night in the cells following yet another bust up. They had cut him as much slack as they could but it couldn’t continue and as time went on it seemed that the squared circle of the wrestling ring was becoming nothing but a distant dream and a squared prison cell in county jail was a far more realistic prospect.
One stifling hot day in the summer 2008 it all came to a head. Alex got a call from the bar where his father had propped himself up that day and was no longer able to stand. Furious at his father, Alex drove to pick him up, only to be met by a drunken tirade of verbal abuse as the bitter man’s mind had become twisted to barely recognise his son’s humiliation at the public scene he was creating. As the heat-haze rose from the tarmac outside, the Alex’s anger finally bubbled over and he flung himself at his father, knocking the feeble man to the floor, and pummelled him over and over with his fists and the sweat and tears blurred his vision.
The only person to wade in and stop Alex killing his weak defenceless father was a former XHW star, and Detroit native, Tyler Shade. Retired and out of shape it was Shade who saw something special in Alex, something worth saving him for. Whether it was Alex’s now toned physique or the anger that saturated his very soul, Shade saw a strength and intensity that if harnessed and used correctly would make Alex Withers a powerful force to be reckoned with in the ring. Shade took him under his wing and schooled him.
With only a few hundred dollars and a clapped out old Mustang, Alex headed for the bright lights of New York, and enlisted in Tyler Shade’s minor league wrestling company. He lived and breathed wrestling. Sleeping in the back seat of his car under the bridges of the Bronx, he could see the famed Stompin’ Grounds every single day, and his dream was almost within touching distance… Every day he concentrated on the art of professional wrestling, all his blood, sweat and tears given each time he stepped in between the ropes. Taking every opportunity he could, fighting in backyard wrestling companies and with hard work moving through the ranks of the smaller companies, a small but loyal following started to shadow the rookie who started to become famous for his brutal “Curb Stomp”. As time went on, agents started following his career with increased interest, his growing profile name become a selling point for smaller wrestling companies and his dream of performing on the big stage was getting ever closer… then came the call… XHW talent scouts were heading to IWF to watch his match.
Within weeks it became evident that the XHW had landed a A list talent, fight after fight Alex Withers put everyone away, an Undefeated Streak that challenged the records of professional wrestling and then at the biggest event in the XHW’s calendar, X-Fest 2015 Alex Withers went back to back wins and became the Undefeated, Undisputed XHW Heavyweight Champion… Withers was brought in by Shawn Hughes to join up with Howell, Gideon Cross and Alexis Wilde and form The Establishment, one of the most dominating groups in modern wrestling history, it was all going better than even Withers could have dreamt of and then, in an upset that rocked wrestling he lost the title to Neon. A furious Withers would look to get it back but in December 2015 at the Battle of Los Angeles Withers suffered a complete quadriceps tear in his right leg. The pop of the muscle tear could be heard in the crowd, it was three weeks later that the doctors suggested to Withers that his career could be over…
In January 2017, over a year after he left Withers is back, time will tell if he can scale the mountain again…