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"UNMADE KING" ENIGMA - Enigma - 04-01-2025
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PERSONAL INFORMATION
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Wrestler's Alias: "UNMADE KING" ENIGMA
Former Nicknames: The Monster Machine, The Ash-Mouth Prophet, The Beast From the Boiler Room, Misery's Apostle
Wrestler's Real Name: Chelomtsev "Sev" Yurievich
Twitter Handle: @TMMxENIGMA
Pic Base: Beast King FTM/Marc-Andre Boulanger
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 275 lbs
Birthdate: November 16, 1979
Birth Place: Kharkiv, Ukraine
Current Residence: Rock Hill, NY
Physical Description: A brick shithouse given mythic scale. Enigma is barrel-chested and broad-shouldered, a towering, heavily muscled presence built more like a siege engine than a man. His arms are fully sleeved in black, organic vein-like tattoos that coil and creep from shoulder to wrist, resembling a living corruption beneath the skin. His head is shaved clean, his beard thick and dark, threaded with silver. When assuming the mantle of the UNMADE KING, his face is marked with ash-black war paint around the eyes, and his gaze is rendered inhuman by pale, near-colorless contact lenses. He typically competes in black trunks, but for hardcore or ritualistic matches, he dons worn black leather pants, reinforcing the sense that what enters the ring is not merely a wrestler—but something invoked.
WRESTLING INFORMATION
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Wrestling Style: powerhouse/technical
Alignment: HEEL AF
Years Pro: 30
Theme Song: "Dead Throne" by Arankai
Finishers:
The Unmaking (twisting crucifix powerbomb, driving the opponent down in a brutal arch as if being stripped of form and purpose)
Damnation (gorilla press drop/slam)
The Black Gospel (submission – A grounded dragon sleeper modified with wrist-trap and a knee pressed into the spine)
Signature Moves:
Spear
Blood Moon (blood-red mist)
Equalizer (big boot)
Hellbound (pumphandle slam)
Codex Breaker (Swinging backfist to the temple followed by a roaring lariat)
Ashes to Ashes (Spike DDT followed by slow, deliberate smearing of ash on opponent’s face)
Spiral Press (A violent standing Uranage slam into a kneeling backbreaker)
Retired Moves:
Face Eraser (wheelbarrow facebuster) *vintage tag team finisher, RARELY used
Fade To Black (crossface choke) *vintage singles/tag submission
Questions & Answers (chokebomb) *vintage singles finisher—when used should ALWAYS end the match
Common Moves:
Kicks (soccer, straight, SF2 sweep kick)
Strikes (European uppercut, overhand clubbing punches, forearm shivers)
Springboard Knee
Discus Elbow
Shoulder Strike
Running Powerbomb
Lariats (running, 2nd rope diving, takedown)
Running Body Block
Samoan drop (used as a counter for running opponent)
Backfist (spinning/regular)
Foot Stomp
Choke Toss
Corner Slingshot Splash
Suplexes (German, T-Bone, Exploder)
Strengths: A literal wrestling encyclopedia. Enigma can adapt to virtually any opponent or style, the result of spending more than a decade as enhancement talent in half-forgotten Southern territories where survival meant learning everything. He is relentlessly driven, fiercely principled in his own warped but unbreakable moral code. Certain lines do not get crossed—harm to children, animals, or significant others is forbidden territory—but everything else is considered collateral, and he will gladly reduce material possessions, reputations, and legacies to ash.
He is intensely loyal to those within his inner circle and professionally respectful to most of the industry, provided they haven’t stepped over an invisible line that only he seems to see. Mature, disciplined, and strong-willed, he has little patience for childish antics or performative bravado. Fluent in Ukrainian, Russian, English, and French.
Weaknesses: A short fuse with catastrophic consequences. When the wrong buttons are pushed, Enigma becomes brutally destructive, and once the monster is unleashed, he lacks the restraint—or desire—to chain it again. Early in his career, misplaced trust and bad decisions left him blind to just how deeply he connected with audiences for nearly two decades; as a result, he is quietly sensitive to insults that frame him as naïve or unintelligent. Though he would vehemently deny it, his wife and children are a vulnerability. Family is everything to him—and anyone willing to test that truth does so at their own peril.
Entrance:
[Lights cut.]
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”
A violent blast of white light detonates across the stage as the opening line tears through the arena. Ash-thick fog floods the ramp, drowning everything in grey. From within it, a hulking figure emerges, moving slowly and methodically as though carved from smoke and ruin.
Around his waist, the Underground Championship gleams beneath the open leather doomsday cloak as the UNMADE KING clears the fog, stepping into view to a thunderous mixed reaction. He holds out his arms and the coat unfurls like wings to reveal the massive ball python writhing around his neck, its scales catching the light in molten bronze flashes. Black, vein-like tattoos crawl up his arms like living smoke.
“King of bones, all your skeletons have come to life…”
ENIGMA moves with the pulse of Dead Throne, fog retreating from his steps, the python subtly shifting like it's here to witness the carnage that's coming. At ringside ENIGMA stops, hood low, just as the chorus detonates:
“THIS IS FUCKING REGICIDE!”
He ascends the steel steps, wipes his boots, enters, and immediately climbs the turnbuckle. The python’s body coils tighter as the lights intensify, flashing wildly.
He throws the hood back.
Ashen warpaint.
Dead-sky eyes.
The Underground Championship glowing like stolen treasure at his waist.
And the serpent wrapped around him like a living omen.
He snaps his head back and spews blood-red mist, droplets raining down his chest to spatter on the championship belt's gleaming faceplate. ENIGMA descends and steps to the center of the ring, shrugging out of his cloak to let it pool around his feet. For a moment he just pauses and lets the crowd take him in: a beast crowned in gold and ash. The dominant and reigning Underground Champion, harbinger of ruin.
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”
A violent blast of white light detonates across the stage as the opening line tears through the arena. Ash-thick fog floods the ramp, drowning everything in grey. From within it, a hulking figure emerges, moving slowly and methodically as though carved from smoke and ruin.
Around his waist, the Underground Championship gleams beneath the open leather doomsday cloak as the UNMADE KING clears the fog, stepping into view to a thunderous mixed reaction. He holds out his arms and the coat unfurls like wings to reveal the massive ball python writhing around his neck, its scales catching the light in molten bronze flashes. Black, vein-like tattoos crawl up his arms like living smoke.
“King of bones, all your skeletons have come to life…”
ENIGMA moves with the pulse of Dead Throne, fog retreating from his steps, the python subtly shifting like it's here to witness the carnage that's coming. At ringside ENIGMA stops, hood low, just as the chorus detonates:
“THIS IS FUCKING REGICIDE!”
He ascends the steel steps, wipes his boots, enters, and immediately climbs the turnbuckle. The python’s body coils tighter as the lights intensify, flashing wildly.
He throws the hood back.
Ashen warpaint.
Dead-sky eyes.
The Underground Championship glowing like stolen treasure at his waist.
And the serpent wrapped around him like a living omen.
He snaps his head back and spews blood-red mist, droplets raining down his chest to spatter on the championship belt's gleaming faceplate. ENIGMA descends and steps to the center of the ring, shrugging out of his cloak to let it pool around his feet. For a moment he just pauses and lets the crowd take him in: a beast crowned in gold and ash. The dominant and reigning Underground Champion, harbinger of ruin.
Biography: Sev Yurievich came up the hard way. In the early 1990s, he worked as part of the veteran curtain-jerking tag team The Ring Crew, alongside PYRO, grinding through foundational territories such as World Class Wrestling Federation and Pure Elite Wrestling. When WCWF permanently shut its doors in 2003, Sev did not chase reinvention narratives. He stayed. He worked his ass off grinding on the road. For years, he wrestled wherever rings could be assembled: high school gymnasiums, rec centers, armories across the Midwest, quietly sharpening his craft while helping the next generation get over.
That role defined much of his career. Enhancement talent by label, educator by necessity. The work was thankless, often invisible but it made him adaptable, resilient, and dangerously knowledgeable.
In 2018, Sev resurfaced on a wider stage during a six-month run with WWH’s Sanitarium brand, serving as the muscle for Warden Jackson. The pairing unexpectedly caught fire, and Sev quietly amassed a surprising win streak. In 2019, the duo traveled to New York to compete for 5BW, where momentum stalled. Soon after, Sev signed with UPRISING as enhancement talent—once again positioned to make others look good.
That changed when he caught the attention of Jack Moreau (fka LEGION / Nathan Grey), who recruited him as an enforcer for the Church of the 7th Circle. Under the name ENIGMA, Sev leaned fully into the MONSTER MACHINE persona. When the group ultimately collapsed under its own weight, ENIGMA did not seek replacement faith or another banner to hide behind. He chose the singles path and never looked back.
Outside the ring, Sev is widely regarded as one of the kindest and most genuine figures in the business. Inside it, he is unwaveringly committed to the role. Kayfabe is not a switch for him. It is a responsibility. His passion for wrestling, his generosity toward peers, and his fierce loyalty to his chosen family have earned him a deep, organic connection with fans in recent years.
He does not brag about his resume. He remembers everything. Sev is slow to hold a grudge but once earned, forgiveness is rare (for further clarification, ask him about Matt Knox). He takes quiet pride in the decades of work that shaped him, even if he rarely speaks on it himself.
His supporters will speak loudly enough for him. They’ll tell you what the industry took too long to realize:
this was never a late bloomer. This was a king being forged slowly until there was nothing left to UNMAKE.
Sample RP (optional): everything prior to 2025 is archived HERE
HANDLER'S INFORMATION
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Handler's First Name: Jax
Email: darkhorsejax@gmail.com
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