As the brassy sounds of “The Rascal King” hit the speakers, Deacon bursts through the curtain, arms raised. He stays at the entrance area, moving from side to side, amping the fans up, before running down to the ring and sliding in. He hops onto the ropes, bouncing up and down on the middle and bottom rope, punching his tattooed fists at the crowd, before dropping back down to the mat, and stretching in his corner.
- The Right Hand of Fate [a punch/kick combination: left jab, left jab, right middle roundhouse kick, left middle roundhouse kick, stiff right hook to the jaw]
- Snake Eyes and Box Cars [Snake Eyes/catapult into turnbuckle followed by Codebreaker]
Deacon Summers grew up somewhere, doing something; he doesn’t talk much about his early life, and one tends to think that maybe he doesn’t really remember much about it. Either way, somewhere in his mid to late teens, he ran away from home and started his life on the road. Before coming to the EWA, he had taken up residence in Las Vegas, gambling for everything. There are only two things that Deacon isn’t willing to gamble with: his car (a ’56 T-bird, baby blue, with white leather interior), and his guitar. Everything else is up for grabs.
For years, Deacon spent his time in Las Vegas at the various casinos, gambling (and winning) enough to usually have a comped room somewhere to spend the night. Never holding a job or having a permanent residence was fine by him. His hedonistic lifestyle worked pretty well for him, and when his luck turned, he always had his car to stay in and his guitar to make some more seed money.
Eventually, he found his way to SHOOT Project, where, despite having limited experience as a wrestler, he found limited success. He was taken under the wing of DSI, and trained in their school, while continuing to gamble, party, and seek new sensations. A neck injury after a botched shooting star press kept him out of the ring for a while, but once away from it, he found he liked the excitement and adventure that came with wrestling.
A set of remarkably auspicious circumstances led to his eventual hiring by the EWA and a road trip to Boston…
Deacon is covered in tattoos, although most are covered during his matches. While wrestling, he tends to wear the typical greaser uniform: black T-shirt, cuffed jeans, and motorcycle boots (although he has never owned a motorcycle).
He is willing to take any risk, so long as there seems to be a chance for success, no matter how minute. He will often call himself the “Luckiest Man Alive,” and he may not be entirely incorrect. Somehow, he just seems to beat the odds on a regular basis…
* denotes a guest appearance in someone else’s RP
The Epic of Deacon Summers, Book IV (1.26.16)
The Epic of Deacon Summers, Book III (1.21.16)
The Epic of Deacon Summers, Book II: Vecto Imperatum (1.7.16)
The Epic of Deacon Summers (1.3.16)