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The Killer of Innocence

Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 223 lbs.


Little is truly known about the man who goes by the name Tilikum. What has been gathered about his early life has come from stories he has told himself and what little news reporters have been able to dig up in the past. The details that can be confirmed are gruesome and disturbing to say the least.

The most accurate estimate of the age of Tilikum is 29 years old, meaning he was born sometime in 1985. The legend goes that his mother was a 14 year old girl who was raped by her step father and became pregnant. Madeline Stark was born in 1971 and was the daughter of Evelyn and Elsworth Stark. Her birth father was never around for her life. Elsworth Stark was an old time Professional Wrestler who didn't spend much time at home with his wife or his adopted Daughter. On the nights that we has home, he brutally raped his step daughter and at the age of 14 she became pregnant. 

Disowned by her Mother, Madeline was forced to move out of her childhood home and face the world at a young age, with a new born child. All accounts say that Elsworth Stark would maintain contact with his step daughter and continued to rape her until she eventually moved out of state and changed her name. The assumed name that she went by is still unknown to this day.

Her young son, originally named Davey Stark would face the brunt of his mothers torment as he was psychologically and physically abused. His mother, just a child herself didn't know how to raise another life. Nor did she want the one that she'd unwillingly created. She blamed the young boy for the things that'd happened to her. Most of his life was spent nursing bruises, broken bones and malnourished. Young Davey Stark never saw the inside of a classroom. He rarely saw the light of day, as his drug addicted mother kept him locked in a basement away from all humanity. 

No one knows for sure if this was her way of punishing him for the things that'd happened to her, or if it was her way of protecting him from a world that she felt was evil.

If you listen to Tilikum tell the story, at the age of 14, the same age his mother was when she became pregnant with him, his mother disappeared. News stories of the time and word-of-mouth puts the man now known as Tilikum in the relative location of the gruesome crimes of Old Oblong, Iowa. It's still never been proven that he was responsible for the atrocities committed that day. What is known from the newspaper clippings and local news broadcasts is that a young woman, 28 years of age, was brutally raped and murdered in the basement of her home. DNA evidence and finger printing proves that there was a male in the house that day, but no one knows exactly who he was or where he is now. The rape and murder of Madeline Stark is still unsolved.

In 2003 the man who would become known as Tilikum was living on the streets, alone and hungry. He'd been arrested more times than he cares to recount. He'd been in more fights in bars and parks and alleys than one would possibly believe if he told you the true number. With nothing to his name and nothing to eat in his stomach he turned to a world of sanctioned fighting. Initially he plied his craft in underground fighting circles where he'd make a name for himself slowly. His ability to not only dish punishment but to take it helped him to stay around for the long haul. 

His penchant for weapons caught the eye of a local Professional Wrestling promoter who ran a company based on the Japanese Garbage Wrestling scene from the late 1990s. Extreme Hardcore Garbage Icon Professional Championship Wrestling Association, or EHGIPCWA for short (haha...) became the home of Tilikum from around 2009 until 2014 during it's untimely demise. Bad management and a niche product would force the company out of business once again leaving Tilikum on the streets starving.

One would think that due to his involvement in the underground fighting circle and EHGIPCWA, Tilikum would have improved his quality of life. This just wasn't the case though. Something drew Tilikum to the streets. Something kept him from getting a proper home, filling a refrigerator with food and living a normal life. Psycho-analysis from afar has made statements that it has to do with the extreme trauma and scarring from his alleged early childhood. Tilikum will never be fit to live with the rest of society, though he somehow manages to evade any sort of commitment by the proper authorities who've tried for years to wrangle him in.

2015 saw the return of hardcore Wrestling organization. How Tilikum made his way to the streets of Los Angeles, California are a mystery to most. Rumors abound that it was to keep a low profile amongst and city of millions. As bad off and as deranged as Tilikum is, he's nothing compared to the excrement that live in Los Angeles, California. The bigger question one has to ask is how Tilikum has managed to become affiliated with the hWo? 

Chance perhaps?

A desire to once again hear the screams of his victimized opponents?

A thirst for blood?

In time, we shall all know the truth.

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A Brief History, Part : Two (Year, 2001)

It’d been many long cold nights out on the streets for Tilikum since he’d left the depravity of his Mother’s home. The damp dark basement where he spent the majority of his childhood locked up, was but a recurring nightmare to him. He’d never return to that spot.

Still, he’d started to adapt to being out in society. Being around other people of his ilk that made their home in the back alleys or anywhere else they could find to sleep for a night, Tilikum began to learn something about other people. Fear could be used to control others.

It should have made sense to him sooner. His Mother had used it as he was growing up. Still yet, she’d never be able to reach the level of inducing panic that he would. As the nights rolled by, Tilikum began to wonder if he’d survive out here on the streets. At one time, his Mother’s home would have been stocked full with food for him to scavenge.

That was a long time ago though. For days and weeks after Tilikum had left, the cops were crawling all over the place. He wasn't exactly sure how or why they’d started coming around, but he noticed they were in and out of the house for quite a while. By the time he went back to the house, an entirely new family had moved into the home.

His stomach hurt tonight more than usual. He’d tried to find food in a close by dumpster, but anything he found was completely spoiled. He then went on the hunt for any live food, but with sickness and cold and hunger kicking his ass, he was too slow to catch anything. Things were truly looking bleak for Tilikum.

Asleep not too far from where he made his own bed for the night was a local named Harry. Tilikum didn't know his last name, didn't care to know either. The only reason he’d lived next to Harry for as long as he had now, is because of the women. Harry would often kidnap, mug and rape prostitutes right there where he was sleeping. Once Harry was done with them and passed out, Tilikum would fulfill his carnal needs with the beaten and battered woman of the night.

Tonight though, there was no vixen to feast upon. Tilikum didn't mind, he was after something else to feast on. As cars rolled past the alley, Tilikum approached his sleeping neighbor. Sleeping or passed out, who knew. Tilikum hovered over the body of Harry.

His chest heaved in and out. His adrenaline began to surge as his hands became sweaty.

Tilikum reached down towards his boot and felt around. Finally. His hand grasped a hold of the handle of his Bowie knife he’d managed to steal months and months ago. Tilikum pulled the 12 inch serrated blade free of it’s makeshift sheath. The sharp steel glinted in the shine cast by the street lights above.

Tilikum thrust the knife down at the thigh of Harry. The knife stuck firmly in the rectus femoris muscle of Harry’s leg causing him to spring to attention. The pain was intense and etched on his face. Tilikum dug the knife in, grinding it and twisting. Blood poured from the open wound and puddled on the ground at Tilikum’s feet. With a strong grip on the handle and a yank of the knife, Tilikum slit Harry’s leg down to the knee to filet it open.

Tilikum carved out a huge section of Harry’s thigh, a healthy slab of meat. Tilikum wasted no time and began to tear at the raw meat. Bloody, chewy and tough, Tilikum did whatever it took to fill his belly. Harry screamed and writhed in pain, losing enough blood until he passed out.

Death was all that was left.

The sweetest release.

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