Jose Escamilla's Biography

I know, it's extremely long, which is probably why it sucks so much

Name: Jose Eduardo Escamilla, Jr.



Alignment: Mostly Tecnico (face), about 75/25 split.
Detailed Alignment: A fan favourite in Mexico. Very charismatic and technically sound, but has bad days/weeks/months when confronted by/reminded of his past. Also gets frustrated when misunderstood.

Height: 5'11", Weight: 217 lbs (approx. 90 kg)

Bio
Jose grew up in a small village on the outskirts of the city of Oaxaca, Mexico. As a youth he was tormented by the residents of his village because of his crimson red hair and his inability to speak proper Spanish or his family's native Highland Oaxacan Chontal. Even his parents tried to deny him as their son.

At the age of 15, he ran away from home to the city, where he took up a job as a jobber - a punching bag for the local wrestling promotion that put on weekly shows for the tourists. He had hoped for the name-calling and criticism to end but he was too close to home and was recognized by many people. Once he had raised enough money, he boarded a plane to Mexico City and vowed never to return home.

In Mexico City, the torment continued. He was shunned by the locals, most of which considered him to be some sort of demon-child. Some people claimed that he possessed 'el pelo de color rojo vivo de la semilla del diablo', or 'the fiery red hair of the devil's spawn'. Unable to shake this moniker, he hid under a mask that he stole from one of the wrestlers back in Oaxaca.

Not too long after donning this mask he went to see an event, as wrestling was quickly growing on him. At the show, he was ushered into the ring by one of the promoters who mistook Jose's unwillingness to go out on his own and his stutter as that of a nervous wrestler making his debut. Seeing no way out, Jose pulled out some tricks he learned while back home and helped his team come out on top in a classic 3 on 3 Rudo/Tecnico showdown.

Jose was a fast learner and very quickly grew a large fan base. Wrestling was the only thing that made him happy but his happiness was cut short when, after 9 months of competition, he lost a Lucha de Apuesta (match with a wager) with his mask on the line. He agreed to do the match because he would get the chance to step into the ring in a title match against one of his favourites, the legendary Blue Demon, Jr., but was unaware that his mask would be at stake. Upon losing the match, he was forced to reveal his red hair and was once again looked down upon by his former peers and fans.

After the show Jose went to the airport's hotel bar. Humiliated and degraded, he drank, and drank, and then drank some more, and was eventually kicked out by the bartender. In a drunken stupor he hacked off most of his hair with a long hunting knife and also ended up slashing himself across his face and chest. To this date he claims to have no recollection of that night after that point but when he woke up he realized two things: he had spent most of his money, and he had just taken another life-changing plane trip.

Jose woke up in a holding cell commonly known as the 'drunk tank', in the city of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The language barrier between the police officers and himself almost kept him locked up, if not for an older man named Diego (name withheld due to confidentiality) who had lied and said he was Jose's uncle. Diego told Jose that he knew who he was; that his son had wrestled a few matches with him back in Mexico City, and that Diego himself 'beat him senseless' in his debut match in Oaxaca. Diego offered to take him in and teach him English, which for some odd reason he picked up within months (despite not being able to speak his native tongue fluently in 17 years). Diego hooked him up with a job at his cousin's supermarket and, once Jose saved up enough money, hooked him up with Rob Fuego, a trainer at a local wrestling school.

Jose trained at Fuego's school, Squared Circle Training, where superstars such as Edge, Christian, and Gail Kim got their starts. He trained and fought matches for the school's sponsor promotions for years but was never offered a single contract. He was described by his trainers and classmates as: "the very best, and absolute worst, man in the business", "all skill and no passion" and "an abundantly talented man, but very bitter at times towards the sport, and sometimes towards what seemed like nothing at all". He was an excellent in-ring performer but had frequent mood swings brought on by bad memories of his former life. He grew to hate his past and his heritage, and when confronted about it only talked about his career as a luchadore and not a word about anything else. He still believes at times that '[his] Lucha Libre career is the only thing that makes [him] a Mexican, and that had [he] known what was waiting for [him] in Canada, [he] would've taken a plane straight from Oaxaca".

Recently, Jose has learned to cope with his problems, and has even went back to Mexico City to wrestle a few matches - under a mask, of course. He has learned to cherish his intense red hair, and believes that the "devilish 'do" accoutns for his anger issues. He claims that he can stand the Country, just not the people. He lives his life as a mockery of the Mexican lifestyle. Some days you can see him sleeping on an upside-down wash bucket with a mop in hand; or throwing dolls over the fence behind his favourite watering hole, pretending he's leading his children 'across the border'.

He eats Tacos. He drinks 'cervezas'. He occasionally wears a sombrero. His best friends (who are the only Mexicans beside Diego he can truly stand) work at Home Depot. He takes siestas... frequently. He's unsure if he's 'legal' or not. He owns a low-rider. One of his signature manoeuvres is called 'The Weedwhacker'. He thinks George Lopez, Carlos Mencia, and Gabriel Iglesias are the funniest men on the planet.

He is the walking stereotype. He is Jose Escamilla.

Characteristics
Jose has a lucha-libre background which has resulted in his quick reflexes and cruiserweight style. He is also considered a hardcore wrestler, who believes in a 'no-holds-barred, every weapon at your disposal' type of fighting. He acts like one of the 'good guys' but acts very arrogant while doing it. He likes to speak in broken Spanish about how his matches went and how great the fans are, and then not translate because 'y'all should know what I'm saying'. He also tends to pick out specific people in the crowd to dislike, while putting the rest of the fans above him/her.

Finishers
Name: Dos Equis Disaster
Type: Pin
Description: While dealing with his demons a few years back, Jose had requested that his gimmick at SCT change to that of a 'cholo', or a Mexican thug. He was put into No Disqualification bouts where he would occasionally use weapons brought by the fans. At one such event, where Jose competed in a First Blood match, none of the fans brought anything that Jose considered 'hardcore', and when he confronted the crowd, one rowdy fan exclaimed "we don't give a (expletive)!". Jose responded by stealing the beer bottle right out of the man's hand, downing half of it, then smashing it over the head of his opponent for the win. He has been stealing bottles ever since.

Name: Home Depot Driver
Type: Direct Damage
Description: At another of these wild events, Jose was competing in a Fatal Four-Way Street Fight. There was a Home Depot hardware store across the street from the venue, so Jose decided to drag one of his opponents over to 'check out the goodies'. He grabbed one of the shopping carts and put it up on top of the cart corral, beat his opponent senseless, and climbed back up to the cart. He jumped in and performed an almost impossible front-flip onto the defenseless foe, landing with all four wheels of the cart hitting the body at the same time. He lost the match, as the other two were still duking it out across the street and it was One Fall, but he has utilized the shopping cart swanton, AKA the Home Depot Driver, ever since.

Name: Lazy Mexicrab
Type: Submission
Description: Eventually, Jose started bringing his own beer to the shows with him. He figured that if he drank his own, he would have more liquid to pour into his opponents' eyes when he attempted the D.E.D. He was told that he would win a submission match, the one night, but he really didn't know any good submissions and didn't want the match to end with a boring conclusion. During the match, after downing his opponent, he grabbed one of his beverages from under the ring, and an idea popped into his head. He quickly rushed into the ring and set the foe up face-down on the mat. He folded his legs so that the heels of his feet were touching his thighs, then he sat down on his calves so that the opponent's shins were parallel to the rest of his body (think of the knees as the vertex, and the lower half of the leg moving 180 degrees around the knee). He then cracked open his beer, and yelled out so the fans could hear, "BET YOU'LL TAP BEFORE I FINISH THIS!". And he did. And Jose has used it ever since.