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TILIKUM


The Killer of Innocence

Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 223 lbs.

TILIKUM

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 : Three (Year, 2003)

Thwack!

Thud!

“Ou- Oh.. Ouch. Damn.”

Smack!

“Stop. C’mon. Stop.”

Crack!

“Hold still.”

Tilikum positioned his knees over the upper arms of the man laying on the ground beneath him. A few more hammer fists and the man was unconscious and not moving. Blood trickled from his nose and lips. His pulse stopped.

Tilikum searched through the coat pockets of the recently deceased.

Money.

Cha-Ching!

Tilikum scored the ultimate prize. Money is the root of all evil, sure, but just the same- Money does buy happiness. Don’t believe it? Give a man starving and in the streets a wad of cash and look at the smile on his face as he gorges himself. Look at the face of that same man as he downs his sorrows in alcohol that he can now afford to buy with no fear of arrest for stealing it. Check out the rush of excitement as he bangs a gram of dope he didn’t have to rob a dealer for.

Money meant everything to Tilikum.

“Hey.. hey you. There.”

Tilikum turned toward opening where the alley turned into the street. There was a man standing there, watching what had just happened. Tilikum knew what would have to happen next. He’d have to leave two bodies laying in a pool of blood tonight. It wouldn't be the first night he’s done this.

“Come here. Come closer. The way you handled that guy, he had no chance.”

Tilikum knew that his next victim wouldn’t have any chance either. Tilikum didn’t waste time dealing with targets. The quicker he could disable them, the easier. Less noise. Less chance of being noticed. Less possibility of the authorities catching him.

“You’re perfect for our friendly association of gentlemen.”

Tilikum had almost reached the man who’d been spouting off stuff, when he stopped and started to pay attention. A friendly association of gentlemen? What the hell did that mean? Tilikum held out a hand, waved it frantically and interjected himself as part of the, as of now, one man conversation.

“Friendly what? Friendly association of gentlemen? You’re not FAGs are you?”

“Wh- what? No. We fight. People bet on fighters. The fighters earn part of the purse for winning. The losers get drug away, some wake up and some don’t.”

“Fighting for money?”

“It beats stealing it from people you’ve knocked out. You’ve had to have more than one time when you went through all the trouble and came away empty handed. Fight and win, never come away empty handed. Have the money to eat. Have money for better clothes than that smelling shit you’re wearing. Maybe get a haircut. A bar of soap.”

“Win and get paid? That’s it?”

“That’s it. Win. Get paid.”

“Who is in charge?”

“You are. You do whatever it takes to win.”

“Who collects the money?”

“Seedy slime ball bookies.”

“Bookies?”

“Just some guys. Forget about them, just win. Do whatever you have to do, just win.”

Tilikum thought about all of this for a single split second and knew he was game for this. He’d been fighting his whole life. He fought to survive when he was locked away in the basement of his childhood home. He fought for his life. He fought back sickness and hunger the past four years. He’d fought men, women and children. He’d always found a way to prevail.

“Deal. When do I start fighting?”

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