Real Name: Devon Hughes
Age: 23
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2
Weight: 275
Alignment: Heel
Nationality: North American
Hometown: Milwaukee, WI
Entrance Music:
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Standard
High Profile Matches
Hentai
Ring Attire
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Bedroom/Oil Match Attire
Beach Attire
Gym Attire
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Casual
Masked
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Unmasked
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King D is that one guy: The cool guy on campus. The main man at any party. The guy who women would trip over themselves to get at, whether he was single or not. The one they'd know was bad news in the beginning, but would give it a go anyway. A dedicated, unrepentant, and proud playboy who leaves a trail of women's broken hearts, and the broken bodies of the men from whom he'd steal them from, in his wake.
And also one who has dalliances with other men and those in-between, on the down-low.
His charisma is the sort that tends to leave you feeling one of two ways about him: You either like him, or you hate him. There's very little in-between, and there's certainly no missing or ignoring him. He'll keep on keeping on either way a person feels, having an easygoing mentality that's pretty much summed up as thus: "If you rock with me, cool. If you don't, you can keep on hating. Just don't get in my way."
While he isn't completely backwards in his views, he also subscribes to some old school views on things, such as masculinity, femininity, and gender roles in general. And these views have led him to feel justified in bullying those who cross the lines drawn by said views.
And also one who has dalliances with other men and those in-between, on the down-low.
His charisma is the sort that tends to leave you feeling one of two ways about him: You either like him, or you hate him. There's very little in-between, and there's certainly no missing or ignoring him. He'll keep on keeping on either way a person feels, having an easygoing mentality that's pretty much summed up as thus: "If you rock with me, cool. If you don't, you can keep on hating. Just don't get in my way."
While he isn't completely backwards in his views, he also subscribes to some old school views on things, such as masculinity, femininity, and gender roles in general. And these views have led him to feel justified in bullying those who cross the lines drawn by said views.
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Part 1
Devon Hughes grew up in a middle class household alongside younger brother Terrell, enjoying an upbringing in which he wanted for little; never the essentials. He would also have a great social life, never lacking in friends and, later on down the line, paramours. Terrell? Not so much.
It was mostly his own fault. Or so their father taught them. When Terrell's bullying in school continued after back-to-back losses in fights left him bereft of the courage to keep standing up for himself? He never should've stopped fighting. When a girl he liked started making fun of him after he told her that he has a favorite flower and liked watching The Powerpuff Girls? He needed to man up, or at least keep that mess to himself. Their father subscribed to some old school views on masculinity, and Devon, having never fallen short of those ideals, took right after him and became his favorite.
One of these views was how to go about teaching the males among their loved ones to shape up when they're lacking, or so they'd deem: Ridicule, shame, and even bullying packaged as tough love. When Terrell, whom they would subject to the worst of this treatment, failed to get along with the program, Devon would grant him more of the distance he began to take from the two. Terrell would go in his own lane in school, and Devon would go in his. The former would become more and more of an outcast in their environment, and the latter would get his in like a responsible older brother should in the increasingly rare occasions where he opened up about his social blunders, especially when they involved girls.
Devon would laugh because his problems had simple solutions, all of which Devon himself personified. To name some of them: One of the main reasons that he was getting picked on in the first place was because he didn't like to fight. Devon stuck to the boxing lessons their father signed them up for. Being skinny was one of the many things the bullies would clown him for and the girls would scoff at. Devon hit the gym hard and played football. He was missing out on some much-needed socialization because he was a little too dedicated to his studies. Devon always had people to handle that for him: A few of the cuter nerds that he had wrapped around his finger, and teachers that would take care of what little they came up short on. The football team was a big deal, and as one of the MVPs, he would enjoy some grade boosting that kept him playing and freed him up to hang out with his boys and hook up with the
He was a popular guy in school. One of the kings, always having an abundance to pick and choose from. And he would have his fill, whether he was already with someone or not. Whether they were with someone or not. The way he saw it, he was one of the best, so he deserved the best. His roaming eye was always on the lookout for hotter and hotter Girls who put out more, and/or were freakier in the bedroom. If they happened to be attached to a guy already, it would be a simple process: If the guy stepped to him, he'd beat them down and walk off with the girl. He had to get his, and in his mind, he was doing them a favor anyway, by showing them that their girlfriends weren't worth a damn. It was one of the reasons why he maintained a roster, a steady rotation of girls. One main, and those he'd have on the side.
Just as one would expect of someone with his mindset, Devon's relationships would never last long. Not even a year. At some point, he would either get bored or his girlfriend at the time would start demanding a more solid commitment, leading him to dump her and elevate one of his side pieces to girlfriend status. Word of his misdeeds would inevitably get around, but it wouldn't hurt him: While some girls would wisely keep their distance and refuse to give him the time of day if he came around, there were always others who were willing to fill spots as they opened up. And even to fight each other for them, which he always found entertaining. And as for the guys he'd steal some of these girls from? His boys always had his back if they got it in their heads to get some friends together to try to jump him.
Word would eventually make it all the way to the home as well. His mother would condemn his playboy ways, and his father would play along at the dinner table. But in private, he'd receive high fives and tips on how to go about things. And Terrell? He already knew; Devon would occasionally go after his crushes if they looked good enough. As with other guys and their girlfriends, he'd do it with the justification that he's doing his brother a favor by showing him that they weren't worth bothering with outside of what he calls "recreational use". But it would end up being another item on the list of things that drove a wedge between the two.
Their relationship would finally reach its breaking point during their time in college, after Terrell's toxic romance with a girl named Simon Baxter came to an end in explosive fashion. Believing that it might be the one thing he'd actually take seriously, Terrell would confide in him about the abuse he suffered in his time with her when he was asked about it. And just as Terrell's group of now former friends did when they heard the tale, Devon laughed in his face. What kind of man was he, letting some woman who was five-three and maybe about one hundred pounds soaking wet beat on him like that?
Devon hadn't asked what he did to make her that mad (thus operating under the assumption that he was in the wrong to begin with), at least, but it would be the last straw, nonetheless. With embarrassment turning into rage, Terrell decked him and broke his nose, then declared him dead to him.
Only their mother would be able to get the two together in the same room afterwards, and even then, Terrell would only say as much as he had to. Devon would be forced to apologize, and he would be left to wrestle with mixed feelings of respect for his little brother finally growing a spine, and wanting to kick his ass and re-establish his place at the top of their sibling hierarchy while they were face-to-face: Terrell had gotten enough funds saved up to get himself a place and a new phone number at the time, but refused to inform him of either. So sensitive.
It was mostly his own fault. Or so their father taught them. When Terrell's bullying in school continued after back-to-back losses in fights left him bereft of the courage to keep standing up for himself? He never should've stopped fighting. When a girl he liked started making fun of him after he told her that he has a favorite flower and liked watching The Powerpuff Girls? He needed to man up, or at least keep that mess to himself. Their father subscribed to some old school views on masculinity, and Devon, having never fallen short of those ideals, took right after him and became his favorite.
One of these views was how to go about teaching the males among their loved ones to shape up when they're lacking, or so they'd deem: Ridicule, shame, and even bullying packaged as tough love. When Terrell, whom they would subject to the worst of this treatment, failed to get along with the program, Devon would grant him more of the distance he began to take from the two. Terrell would go in his own lane in school, and Devon would go in his. The former would become more and more of an outcast in their environment, and the latter would get his in like a responsible older brother should in the increasingly rare occasions where he opened up about his social blunders, especially when they involved girls.
Devon would laugh because his problems had simple solutions, all of which Devon himself personified. To name some of them: One of the main reasons that he was getting picked on in the first place was because he didn't like to fight. Devon stuck to the boxing lessons their father signed them up for. Being skinny was one of the many things the bullies would clown him for and the girls would scoff at. Devon hit the gym hard and played football. He was missing out on some much-needed socialization because he was a little too dedicated to his studies. Devon always had people to handle that for him: A few of the cuter nerds that he had wrapped around his finger, and teachers that would take care of what little they came up short on. The football team was a big deal, and as one of the MVPs, he would enjoy some grade boosting that kept him playing and freed him up to hang out with his boys and hook up with the
He was a popular guy in school. One of the kings, always having an abundance to pick and choose from. And he would have his fill, whether he was already with someone or not. Whether they were with someone or not. The way he saw it, he was one of the best, so he deserved the best. His roaming eye was always on the lookout for hotter and hotter Girls who put out more, and/or were freakier in the bedroom. If they happened to be attached to a guy already, it would be a simple process: If the guy stepped to him, he'd beat them down and walk off with the girl. He had to get his, and in his mind, he was doing them a favor anyway, by showing them that their girlfriends weren't worth a damn. It was one of the reasons why he maintained a roster, a steady rotation of girls. One main, and those he'd have on the side.
Just as one would expect of someone with his mindset, Devon's relationships would never last long. Not even a year. At some point, he would either get bored or his girlfriend at the time would start demanding a more solid commitment, leading him to dump her and elevate one of his side pieces to girlfriend status. Word of his misdeeds would inevitably get around, but it wouldn't hurt him: While some girls would wisely keep their distance and refuse to give him the time of day if he came around, there were always others who were willing to fill spots as they opened up. And even to fight each other for them, which he always found entertaining. And as for the guys he'd steal some of these girls from? His boys always had his back if they got it in their heads to get some friends together to try to jump him.
Word would eventually make it all the way to the home as well. His mother would condemn his playboy ways, and his father would play along at the dinner table. But in private, he'd receive high fives and tips on how to go about things. And Terrell? He already knew; Devon would occasionally go after his crushes if they looked good enough. As with other guys and their girlfriends, he'd do it with the justification that he's doing his brother a favor by showing him that they weren't worth bothering with outside of what he calls "recreational use". But it would end up being another item on the list of things that drove a wedge between the two.
Their relationship would finally reach its breaking point during their time in college, after Terrell's toxic romance with a girl named Simon Baxter came to an end in explosive fashion. Believing that it might be the one thing he'd actually take seriously, Terrell would confide in him about the abuse he suffered in his time with her when he was asked about it. And just as Terrell's group of now former friends did when they heard the tale, Devon laughed in his face. What kind of man was he, letting some woman who was five-three and maybe about one hundred pounds soaking wet beat on him like that?
Devon hadn't asked what he did to make her that mad (thus operating under the assumption that he was in the wrong to begin with), at least, but it would be the last straw, nonetheless. With embarrassment turning into rage, Terrell decked him and broke his nose, then declared him dead to him.
Only their mother would be able to get the two together in the same room afterwards, and even then, Terrell would only say as much as he had to. Devon would be forced to apologize, and he would be left to wrestle with mixed feelings of respect for his little brother finally growing a spine, and wanting to kick his ass and re-establish his place at the top of their sibling hierarchy while they were face-to-face: Terrell had gotten enough funds saved up to get himself a place and a new phone number at the time, but refused to inform him of either. So sensitive.
Part 2
Speaking of wrestling, it was one of the few things that could bring the brothers together, once upon a time. They both loved professional wrestling and tuned in faithfully to every show they could catch. WWE, TNA, Ring of Honor, United Full Contact Wrestling, Combat Wrestling Alliance, High Octane Wrestling...
And it would be the thing that would get their paths crossing again: After learning that it featured Hentai wrestling along with vanilla (being the thing that made him aware of the existence of Hentai wrestling in the first place), LAW would immediately shoot up the list to become his number one favorite promotion. He'd even catch a few shows when the promotion came around to Milwaukee.
And at first, Devon was content to remain a fan. But that would change, starting with his viewing of an intergender Hentai match between Black Severin and Keira Robinson. The man's voice sounded familiar. Too familiar for him to be comfortable with watching all the way through. He didn't catch on then, but would put two and two together when he watched Severin's promo for the Kings & Queens Tournament. An up-close shot of his minimally masked face made him realize that it was Terrell he was seeing on the TV screen.
Some quick browsing through LAW's website not only confirmed that this wasn't a one-time thing, but that Black Severin was also winning his matches and developing a fanbase. Him, a soft, overly sensitive soul who had no game and had gotten smacked around by a woman who was damn near a midget. When a group of officials held a series of tryout matches in Miami (in which he was vacationing at the time), Devon would get himself a mask, put an outfit together, and join in under the ring name "King D". He'd concluded that although LAW was a combat wrestling promotion, the competition there would be nothing to worry about. And if the hotties there considered Black Severin a man who could get the job done in the sack, they'd be blown away when they met him.
It was his main reason for joining: The women there were some of the hottest in all of the world, and sex was something that they not only partook in on the regular, but trained for. Which meant that the pussy had to be next level. Add to that the fact they were paying guys to hit it, and the call for new talent was irresistible.
And it would be the thing that would get their paths crossing again: After learning that it featured Hentai wrestling along with vanilla (being the thing that made him aware of the existence of Hentai wrestling in the first place), LAW would immediately shoot up the list to become his number one favorite promotion. He'd even catch a few shows when the promotion came around to Milwaukee.
And at first, Devon was content to remain a fan. But that would change, starting with his viewing of an intergender Hentai match between Black Severin and Keira Robinson. The man's voice sounded familiar. Too familiar for him to be comfortable with watching all the way through. He didn't catch on then, but would put two and two together when he watched Severin's promo for the Kings & Queens Tournament. An up-close shot of his minimally masked face made him realize that it was Terrell he was seeing on the TV screen.
Some quick browsing through LAW's website not only confirmed that this wasn't a one-time thing, but that Black Severin was also winning his matches and developing a fanbase. Him, a soft, overly sensitive soul who had no game and had gotten smacked around by a woman who was damn near a midget. When a group of officials held a series of tryout matches in Miami (in which he was vacationing at the time), Devon would get himself a mask, put an outfit together, and join in under the ring name "King D". He'd concluded that although LAW was a combat wrestling promotion, the competition there would be nothing to worry about. And if the hotties there considered Black Severin a man who could get the job done in the sack, they'd be blown away when they met him.
It was his main reason for joining: The women there were some of the hottest in all of the world, and sex was something that they not only partook in on the regular, but trained for. Which meant that the pussy had to be next level. Add to that the fact they were paying guys to hit it, and the call for new talent was irresistible.
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King D is an explosive, athletic powerhouse, possessing a level of quickness and agility that makes him stand out from other Heavyweights. He's a skilled brawler, having years of training in the art of boxing. He's an in-fighter who prefers to either block or tank the opponent's shots on the way to delivering his payload: He focuses on hitting them with slower, but more powerful blows, rather than punches in bunches. Unlike most sluggers, his punches have a very technical form, thrown with surgical precision. He's a smart, patient fighter, with good ring IQ and sense of timing, picking his shots well.
He combines his boxing with self-taught wrestling. But unlike his brother, Black Severin, he lacks a general understanding of the technical side of grappling that would allow him to pull off fancier maneuvers without any training. But he makes do with simpler moves that are backed with an impressive amount of power.
Although he's a Heel, King D doesn't fight dirty. Not against women, that is; he possesses a combination of pride and a degree of chivalry that simply won't allow it. Not so much against other men, however: If he's losing to another man, he'll start breaking out the dirty tricks one would expect.
He combines his boxing with self-taught wrestling. But unlike his brother, Black Severin, he lacks a general understanding of the technical side of grappling that would allow him to pull off fancier maneuvers without any training. But he makes do with simpler moves that are backed with an impressive amount of power.
Although he's a Heel, King D doesn't fight dirty. Not against women, that is; he possesses a combination of pride and a degree of chivalry that simply won't allow it. Not so much against other men, however: If he's losing to another man, he'll start breaking out the dirty tricks one would expect.
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Against Women
"Hell yeah! That's what I came here for!"
Against Men/Futas/Etc.
"Nah, I don't roll that way. Get on After Dark, and I'll tear that ass up."
Signature and Finishing Moves
Signature Moves
The Pounce
Sharpshooter
He intends for it to be a Finishing Move, but his technical knowledge is lacking, and he learned the move by watching The Rock, not Bret Hart.
Finishing Moves
Spear
If King D really wants to put the hurt on his opponent, he'll launch himself into the spear, rather than just charging forward.
His Spear becomes a Critical Finishing Move when performed this way.
The Kingmaker
450 Splash
Critical Finishing Moves
Nothing yet.
Mike Colter
Relationships
Friends
Family
- Black Severin (Brother)
Allies
Crushes
Rivals
Enemies
Lovers
It's...Awkward
- Black Severin
- Bella Pirata
- Alicia Lepo
Family
- Black Severin (Brother)
Allies
Crushes
Rivals
Enemies
Lovers
It's...Awkward
- Black Severin
- Bella Pirata
- Alicia Lepo
