"The Outlaw"

"This ain’t a match… this is an execution you paid to watch."

From the concrete underbelly of Detroit, Michigan, Jack Havok comes swinging a chain and carrying the weight of a thousand fights no one ever saw. He didn’t train in fancy dojos or chase clout on social media. He carved his name into cinderblocks, broke bones in underground fight clubs, and left a trail of bloodied knuckles from the Motor City to wherever the next payday was written in pain.

Standing at 6’2” and tipping the scales at 195 lbs, Havok is lean, mean, and all business. He’s not here to make friends, sell merch, or slap hands with kids. He’s here to hurt people—and he's damn good at it.

Wrestling Style:
A hardcore brawler with a reckless streak. Havok throws fists like he’s trying to start a riot and takes punishment like it’s penance. His chain isn't just a prop—it's a warning. If you see it coming, you’re already too late.

Finishers:

• Chaos Theory – A double-underhook DDT that spikes the skull and silences crowds


• Havok Lock – A submission that grinds the spine and chokes the air, often used to end things on his terms

Notable Moments in ICW:

• Debuted as a lone wolf and instantly marked by ICW brass as one to watch—or avoid.


• Recently turned heads by mauling Lowlife Larry in his in-ring debut and publicly disrespecting Clovis Black.


• Cut a now-infamous promo in a darkened parking lot, spitting: "They say chaos is a force of nature... but me? I'm a storm."

Entrance Vibe:
No music. No lights. Just boots on concrete. He walks to the ring like a man walking to a bar fight—shoulders loose, head down, chain dragging behind. Slides in under the bottom rope and goes forehead-to-forehead with his opponent before the bell. No fear. No retreat.

“Jack doesn’t want to win titles—he wants to ruin your night.”
— Eric Dane Sr., Commentary Desk