Name: Flesh

Real Name: William Faust (Assumed)

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 243-pounds

Age: 24

Date of Birth: November 12th, 1976 (According to the six-month time line)

Hometown: Claims New York, New York

Wrestling Style: Hardcore Brawler/Martial Arts

Finisher: The Machine

Description: Flesh throws his opponent up into a powerbomb, and then running across the ring brings their head down on the top turnbuckle.

Alignment: Heel

Physical Apperance, Ring Attire, and Wrestling Attire:

Entrance Music: "Machinehead" by Bush

Debuted: November 1997 (WCIWA)

Current Fed(s): BEW

Past Feds: WCIWA, WiW, ECIW, MOATF, AOWF, WECW

Present Titles: None

Past Titles:
WCIWA: 1x World Champion, 3x Brawler's Champion, 1x North American Champion
WECW: 1x Hardcore Champion
ECIW: 1X Hardcore Champion
M.o.A TF: 1x World Champion
WiW: 1x Hardcore Champion

History: He is seated in a brightly lit room...

The room is beautifully painted with images of war. Not any war however. The long dark haired demon with his black styk of death charges his many deamons into battle against the blue eye'd savior in icy colors. And his band of defendors. Behind each charging army a lost land of fallen soles that never made it to the battlefeid project the nature of the war...

A flurry of red and orange flame moves past the dark haired spawn and attacks the cool and calm breeze which surrounds the blue eyed savior. For each flame of hate that passes into the breeze, a calm breath of enlightenment passes through the demons. Some of the demons have stoped their charge. Whilst some of the defenders have taken up arms of hate, and begun to slink behind their fellow defenders in attack...

The war surrounds the whole room. Fallen demons, slain defendors, trators, turncoats, heros, devils...and in the center of it all oursubject. The King o Extreme.

Flesh: "My fucking life story? What the hell for? Ohh well. I don't think it matters too much. Not like anyone's gonna kill me for it. I mean, death isn't exactly a factor anymore. But don't disclude anyone. Look around you. This never quite was just about me. Or then again maybe it was. I'll find out though. Not too long now I'll find out. I'll hear what I fucking want to hear. Before too long."

dictated by the only two men that truley know Flesh, and the manhimself

I found him very late in life. Too late to save. Like so many others. Like his father. Styx found him long ago. 13 he was. Styx, just returned from tour as I call it. He and Stone. I am not sure if VIG was there or not actually. Yet I remember the story. William Faust was 13, run away from home, and had been missing 3 years already. Pronounced dead. Faust tried to robb Styx and Stone. They Beat him.

...The other speaks...

I found him a pathetic nothing. A scared little boy 6 years benieth me of age, and lifetimes below me in almost everything else. Here is me, and a man who once walked with a God. And this little demon child try attack me? I would not allow it. Did he not know I was his lord?

...Styx and Stone walk down the streets of New York. Simply wondering hot off a ship from Japan...

Styx: "Coustoms just keeps getting dumber and dumber."

STONE: "You're tellin me. One day they'll just all togther loose it."

Styx: "You most certainly...MOTHER FUCKER!!!!"

Styx quickly drops to one knee clutching his other shin as a large metal staff slaps across it. From the ally way Styx and Stone cross by a small shadow is seen. Brown hair and a pair of bright green eyes shine with and amost sinister smile. A look of Rage hits the face of Styx as he grabs his ever present 'Hurt Styk' The boy notices the wepon and attempts to flee. The much larger Stone reaches out with one of his massive arms and grabs him.

STONE: "Where you goin ya little shit!?!"

Stone tosses the child to Styx who reflexively swings accurately with the Hurt Styk landing directly on the cheeck. A snapping sound is heard as the boy sprawls across the ground.....

The gaurdian

Yet for some reason Faust kept rising up.

The demon

Little fuck. It was almost fun. It got anoying after a while.

As soon as the boy sprawled onto the ground he popped back up and actually began to charge Styx with the metal staff. Styx smiled, he parried the bar out of the boy's hand with ease locking the boy's arm in between his bat and his body snapping the arm. Then another slap with his bat to the opposite side of the childs head.

Styx: "Hehe, little shit tried to be a big man."

Boy: "Not....done....yet..."

Slowy the boy had risen again. And again charged Styx. Styx dropped the bat and a swift kick to the childs forhead and he fell against the blow. His own momentum still carrieing him forward.

Styx: "Come on! Get up Scrub, make something of your jobber ass!"

The demon

Never belived he would have to be honest. Yet my dark angel, he certainly became. The only one worth to walk with the future as my deciple so far.

The defender

He would not fall. The harder they knocked him down, the quicker he came back up. He wabbled, flaundered, staggered, each time he fell he grew weaker, yet more determined. Styx had use for that.

...The boy slowly, shot after shot he fell. More times then memory searves for any telling the story. Yet each time. More slowly, yet still each time, he rose again.....

Styx: "Come on! Get up Scrub, make something of your jobber ass!"

The boy rose again. Styx glared at him. A concerned look hits the face of Stone. Styx picks up the 'Hurt Styk' a final blow. This time he would STAY DOWN! Styx charged. He raised up his wepon. Then the child glared at him. A look of rage that would become known as his most normal and calm face. Styx haulted....

Styx: "I know that look thing. I had it once. And now look at me. I am the Way of the Future..."

Boy: "Fuck......you......very.....much...."

Styx: "Hehe. Ohh trust me thing. I know what you can be. You're no ordinary thing. You hold potential."

Styx produces a small bag filled with a white powdered substance. The child's eyes shoot onto the bag, the look of rage goes to one of....hunger...A sinister smile hits Styx's face.

Styx: "Ohh I thought you knew what this was."

STONE: "Styx that's just a little shitfaced kid."

: "Yes now. But I know what he will become. I know what he can be. That look of rage is simply honed for hatred. And frankly I'm gonna make use of that little shit. I'll turn him into something. I'll mold his ass into somthing it can be useful for. Yeah I think he may prove to be VERY, usueful all right. Yeah thing. I got pleanty of this. What do you think of me now huh? Still say fuck me?"

The hunger in the child's eye's grow.

Boy: "Please...."

Styx: "What?"

Boy: "Please...."

Styx: "Ohh I'll give it to you. Come with me thing, and you'll never need anyone else. Just stay loyal to me, and I'll make sure you're never without you hear! Follow the future.."

Boy: "Please....future. You are the Way of the Future..."

Styx: "That's right."

The defender

He became the boys savior, and devil at the same time. He taught him to fight, and also to destroy himself. At 15 the child was already addicted to three illegal substances.

The Demon

I am still unsure why. But I knew that look. I knew that rage. And hatred is alway the best way to own one. Even those who refuse to go down. And I knew he would someday be of use. And look to him. My Dark Angel.

Flesh: "Well what the fuck did you expect Annie? No I'm sorry my life isn't filled with fucking faritales. But damned if he didn't teach me a whole fucking lot. The future I became part of. The Angel I am know. The King. All what he made me. That day I remember with love every day..."

The defender

I wish it never happened.

The demon

That day was the day it turned out, I ensured my army. And found my Darkest Angel

The defender

By 17 he was taken to one of my former mentors. He trianed in every area. He seemed to cling to the extreme. He was very apt, especially in martial arts, yet he loved the challenge of haveing not to fight just the opponent, but anything he could bring as well. By then anything that could have been a child was dead, and that is when I meet him. He was Flesh. He stayed hidden for a short while longer.

The demon

He always loved that weapon, And I taught him how to use it properly. He charished it even more once I showed him the proper way. All the ways. And he followed me to the future. My most loyal. My King o Extreme.

Flesh: "And why the fuck not!?! The game of rules and regg's just don't apply to me. I give a damn about them, and I became the master of Cheat-Fu! as only Styx could have made me. So why not make use of it..."

The defender

Then made his debue in the M.o.A in the WCIWA. He had a very bad start actually. Out of his game and frankly out of his league he was too freash. I am partly to blame for that I assume. However he found his slot in life soon enough. The Hardcore Title in the WCIWA. No one has ever, nor ever will hold that title as many times, nor defend it as often as he. Some dispute his actions. I myself wonder how one can cheat in matches with no rules. But that is just the opinoin of an old man. Still he was not near the respected member of the M.o.A he wanted to be. I remember when that came to be. The return of his father. And it was Flesh who presented his father with his army again. I left long before. I tried to save him. I failed of course.

the demon

I raised him quickly. It took time, but he found his place. Humilated all in his genre. Embarassed my enimies whilst I laid in wait. Watched over my army when I wished to go in other lands. Took the gold from the most God Dammned Shame I had ever seen. I allowed him a gift never given. The right to take a part of my army as his own. And bring it to another land. He did so much greater then I even expected.

Flesh: "I have a habit of doing that. Surprise! I just became your Darkest Angel. I don't think he's let on yet. He will though. Not much longer now. I'm so close to the end. Soon He'll admit it... I found straps wherever I went. Like a damn lightning bolt I struck everywhere. Title, title, title, more then anyone in the damn M.o.A and more hardcore straps then ANYONE else I've yet to face. And I dare anyone to attempt to fuck with that genre while I still move all my appendiges."

the defender

I assume they are proud of eachother.

The demon

He is my King o Extreme. My Dark Angel. What more could there be?

Flesh: "Ohh I'll make it happen. I always fucking do."

The defender

I only wish you would know the Flesh I know. None knows how kind he is to those in the M.o.A. For the time I knew him. He cleaned is house. Clensed his body of addiction. And became welthy in his art. His house a giant portrate of his life. Beautiful sight you should see. All M.o.Aers have a home, a place of saftey. Flesh keeps his adress secret under his real name. A name I myself do not know. He feeds and watches over members long gone. Never asking anything in return but loyalty to his father. You can hate him all you like, but that is only because you oppose him. Those who stood with him know. And now he stands in your land, his new home doing all he knows how to do. Be Flesh. I sit and watch knowing what he will do. As you all should if you pay attention to his life. If you only knew about that. If you find out... before too long...

He is seated in a brightly lit room...

The room is beautifully painted with images of war. Not any war however. The long dark haired demon with his black styk of death charges his many deamons into battle against the blue eye'd savior in icy colors. And his band of defendors. Behind each charging army a lost land of fallen soles that never made it to the battlefeid project the nature of the war...

A flurry of red and orange flame moves past the dark haired spawn and attacks the cool and calm breeze which surrounds the blue eyed savior. For each flame of hate that passes into the breeze, a calm breath of enlightenment passes through the demons. Some of the demons have stoped their charge. Whilst some of the defenders have taken up arms of hate, and begun to slink behind their fellow defenders in attack...

The war surrounds the whole room. Fallen demons, slain defendors, trators, turncoats, heros, devils...and in the center of it all oursubject. The King o Extreme.