Tony Donovan, II

Tony Donovan the Second looks an awful lot like his old man...minus 20 or so years of scar tissue and stress wrinkles from bouncing around the
country for a lot of those years. He's got the same light blue eyes, but his hair is a dark blonde and cut short, and he keeps a neat, well-trimmed goatee. The younger
Donovan also spends a lot more time in the gym than his father ever did, and has the musculature to prove it. He's not super bulky, but he definitely takes good care of
himself. To the ring, TD2 generally wears a double strapped singlet (with "legs" that terminate roughly mid-thigh) in Team Supreme colors, black wrestling boots, and red
kneepads. The singlet has "TD2" emblazoned across his stomach, and his wrists (and knuckles) are usually wrapped in black athletic tape.

Well, let's see. TD2 hasn't wrestled anywhere before he came to the Combat Corner. Behind the scenes, along with wanting to pay homage to the LWC one last time, the old
man came back to the AWA in the hopes of getting TD2 into the Corner, and it worked. He probably wasn't far from graduating when Todd took off and Supreme
Wright...appropriated many of the Corner's students. Funny enough, Rob Donovan wanted Tony in the Corner because he thought he'd get taught by the best there -- then Todd
vanished and a man whom many consider the best in the world showed up to take his place, so the younger Donovan saw an opportunity to be even more the opposite of his
slow-moving, powerhouse brawler father and followed Supreme Wright, eagerly donning the Team Supreme colors in order to learn everything he could about how to be a real
wrestler. Essentially, you have someone who can fight if he has to that is also under the tutelage of one of the best and absolutely meanest technical wrestlers/strikers
in the business, and despite TD2's efforts in the ring so far, Wright hasn't been slacking on his teaching duties. He is quite possibly creating a monster -- one just
about to turn 21 and who should have many, many years left in the wrestling business.

As far as the other stuff, no notable injuries. Strengths I pretty much listed -- TD2's a lot brighter and a lot more willing to take instruction than the old man, he's
lanky, pretty strong, and is pushing himself damn hard to do everything he does as cleanly and crisply as he can. The tutelage of Cain Jackson and Supreme Wright has
beaten all the useless clod out of him (thanks to Terry for that line) and left behind a very talented technical wrestler who still has all the temper of a Donovan.

laconic than the old man. He'll run his mouth and get into no end of trouble, and get those associated with him in no end of trouble -- and it might just be a matter of
time until people get sick of it.

I'd say a mixture of, say, Barry Windham, who was pretty damn sound technically but still very willing
to punch you in the mouth, and Jack Swagger.

PW: Introducing first...

[The opening notes of Sevendust's "Enemy" bring a round of hearty boos from the crowd.]

PW: Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, standing six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, he is a proud member of Team Supreme...

[The boos get louder as Tony Donovan, II emerges onto the ramp.]

PW: He is...

TONY...

DONOVAN...

THE SECOND!

# Step up to me - step up to me
You wanna be a big-time player - it's not to be
Look at all the snide ass - actin' like a wise ass
I'll mess up your face and you'll never look back #

[Tony Donovan, II is wearing the Team Supreme track jacket over his ring attire, hood over his head, along with black wrestling boots and red kneepads. He throws his head,
and the hood, back as he walks that aisle, grinning at the fans as they boo the hell out of him. TD2 stops on the ring apron, then turns, facing the crowd, raising both
hands in the air and drawing another chorus of boos from the audience before unzipping his track jacket, tossing it to a ring attendant and stepping between the ropes, into
the ring. Donovan turns and walks to a corner, leaning against it, adjusting the straps of his singlet, a cocky grin still etched on his face.]

Heel.