Colton Hargrave Biography

 

 

"Yellow" by Marco Tansini  

Colton Hargrave stands 6'1" and carries a solid, powerful 250-pound frame built for control, not chaos. His physique is thick and compact, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest that speak to sheer efficiency over vanity. His posture is disciplined, almost military in its precision, every movement measured, every step deliberate. He wears his dark brown hair in a neatly combed side part, rarely out of place, even after a fight. His steel-blue eyes are sharp and analytical, the kind of gaze that sizes up a person the same way he once sized up quarterly reports. His features are sharp and controlled, always serious, clean-shaven or with a well-maintained corporate beard depending on the season, but never disheveled. There's an unspoken pressure that surrounds him, like a man who doesn’t need to shout to own the room, just walk into it. 

Colton enters the arena dressed like he’s heading into a boardroom brawl. His ring gear is tailored to project control and professionalism, deep navy-blue tights designed to mimic sharp business slacks, complete with subtle seam lines and a flat-front cut. Over his upper body, he wears a fitted charcoal-gray vest, buttoned clean and pressed, giving the illusion that he’s walking straight out of a high-rise meeting and into a fight. Black boots, polished but practical, round out the look with just enough shine to catch the lights. Most notably, Colton wears a sleek, silver wristwatch to the ring, always removed before the bell, and always handed off with purpose. He never fights on company time, but he never forgets it, either. 

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Technical  

Heel

Non Compete  

Flatliner  

 

 

"Full Disclosure" - Running swinging neckbreaker.

"Action Items" - Elbow combination finished off with a roaring elbow strike.

"Exit Strategy" - Hip toss over the top rope to the arena floor.

"Budget Cut" - Running lariat to a sitting opponent.

 

 

"Yellow" by Marco Tansini

The arena lights dim to a white light across the stage and ramp. No flashes or effects, just cold florescent light like bulbs.

Colton "Business Cazh" Hargrave walks out onto the stage. No pose, no pause, his expression emotionless. Dressed in dark navy tights styled like Business attire, his black boots shine off the lights. A dark grey buttoned vest hangs from his torso, he tugs on it, adjusting it on his chest. A silver wristwatch gleams on his right wrist.

Walking to the ring with a firm, focused pace, no rush, just purpose. The crowd doesn't know whether to boo, or to hush, and Colton likes it that way. He ascends the steps in a methodical fassion before wiping his boots on the mat before stepping into the ring.

Colton walks over to the referee, removes his watch, and hands it to the offical. He unbuttons the vest and peels it off of himself with no wasted motion, with a tight fold he hands it over the ropes to a production assistant.

As the music fades, Colton moves to his corner and stares.