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The Official website of legendary independent professional wrestler, Slayer - The Jersey Shore Madman
The Official website of legendary independent professional wrestler, Slayer - The Jersey Shore Madman
This isn’t a biography. It’s a warning label written in sweat and blood.
Welcome to the only place that dares to document Slayer – The Jersey Shore Madman. Not that documentation helps.
For over 30 years spanning four chaotic decades, this furious, thrashing enigma has torn through wrestling rings like a storm with teeth—never explaining, never apologizing, never stopping. No interviews. No social media. No trace left behind except splintered turnbuckles, bitten ankles, and the lingering question: Was any of that real?
Slayer doesn’t just respect kayfabe—he strangles it with his bare hands and dares it to bleed. Social media? He’d smash it with a chair. Kayfabe? He breathes it.
CHAOS UNLEASHED
His matches aren’t contests. They’re public disturbances.
From the moment his pounding thrash metal hits, the madness is already in motion:
1. The Entrance: Strapped into a real straitjacket, he sprints to the ring like a rabid animal, climbs the ropes still bound, and then—twists free. Not for applause. For carnage.
2. The Violence: Once loose, he attacks indiscriminately—opponents, referees, even his own allies. There are no rules, only collateral damage.
3. The Arsenal:
⦁ "The Decapitron" – A move that allegedly left one opponent’s neck "ticking like a broken clock" (unconfirmed).
⦁ "Ye Olde Neck Snappin’ Machine" – The sound says it all.
⦁ Astounding aerial attacks – His body isn’t just a weapon. It’s a missile launched from hell’s trampoline.
⦁ Biting, choking, headbutts – If it’s not nailed down, it’s already in his teeth.
THE MYTH VS. THE MAN (IF HE IS ONE)
Born in New Jersey. Debuted in the early ’90s. That’s all you get.
Slayer cultivates mystery like a toxin:
⦁ Pre-match rituals: Gnawing on "human bodypart" chew toys, devouring dog biscuits hurled by fans, and howling at the lights like they owe him money.
⦁ Opponents? More like victims: He’s fought luchadores, 400-pound monsters, and men who quit wrestling the next day.
Here's just a sampling of those foolish enough to face him:
⦁ Titles? He collects them like teeth. Here's just a small sample, partial list:
THE MASOCHISTS WHO CALLED THEMSELVES HIS MANAGERS
To stand beside Slayer required either boundless courage or questionable sanity. Those who tried learned hard lessons about controlling the uncontrollable. Some quit the business entirely. Others developed nervous ticks. All gained stories they'd rather forget.
Here are a few of the brave (or foolish) souls who attempted to manage the unmanageable:
TEMPORARY ALLIES IN THE WAR AGAINST SANITY
Tagging with Slayer was less a partnership and more a test of survival instincts. Many emerged with new phobias - of straitjackets, of thrash metal, of dental bills. Some claim it was worth it for the championships. Others still wake up screaming.
Here's a few of the most memorable tag-team partners that dared:
THE STRAITJACKET MYTHS
⦁ Some say it’s from an actual asylum. Others swear he stole it from a psychiatric ward.
⦁ Rumor claims he sleeps in it. Rumor also claims he doesn’t sleep at all.
⦁ One promoter insists it’s cursed. That promoter retired in 2003.
SCREEN SAVAGERY (BUT NOT HOW YOU’D THINK)
When not redefining violence in the ring, Slayer defies expectations on screen—talking, joking, even playing heroes. Is it proof he’s not actually insane? Or just proof he’s even scarier than you thought?
Slayer's rampages have invaded more than a dozen films, and here are just a few of them:
Click here to visit Slayer's IMDb.com profile for more movie details
THE ONLY FACT THAT MATTERS
After 30+ years of destruction spanning four decades of straitjacket escapes, snapped necks, and referees fleeing for their lives, one thing is clear:
You’ll never know the truth. And that’s exactly how he wants it.
This isn’t a biography. It’s a warning label written in sweat and blood.
Welcome to the only place that dares to document Slayer – The Jersey Shore Madman. Not that documentation helps.
For over 30 years spanning four chaotic decades, this furious, thrashing enigma has torn through wrestling rings like a storm with teeth—never explaining, never apologizing, never stopping. No interviews. No social media. No trace left behind except splintered turnbuckles, bitten ankles, and the lingering question: Was any of that real?
Slayer doesn’t just respect kayfabe—he strangles it with his bare hands and dares it to bleed. Social media? He’d smash it with a chair. Kayfabe? He breathes it.
CHAOS UNLEASHED
His matches aren’t contests. They’re public disturbances.
From the moment his pounding thrash metal hits, the madness is already in motion:
1. The Entrance: Strapped into a real straitjacket, he sprints to the ring like a rabid animal, climbs the ropes still bound, and then—twists free. Not for applause. For carnage.
2. The Violence: Once loose, he attacks indiscriminately—opponents, referees, even his own allies. There are no rules, only collateral damage.
3. The Arsenal:
⦁ "The Decapitron" – A move that allegedly left one opponent’s neck "ticking like a broken clock" (unconfirmed).
⦁ "Ye Olde Neck Snappin’ Machine" – The sound says it all.
⦁ Astounding aerial attacks – His body isn’t just a weapon. It’s a missile launched from hell’s trampoline.
⦁ Biting, choking, headbutts – If it’s not nailed down, it’s already in his teeth.
THE MYTH VS. THE MAN (IF HE IS ONE)
Born in New Jersey. Debuted in the early ’90s. That’s all you get.
Slayer cultivates mystery like a toxin:
⦁ Pre-match rituals: Gnawing on "human bodypart" chew toys, devouring dog biscuits hurled by fans, and howling at the lights like they owe him money.
⦁ Opponents? More like victims: He’s fought luchadores, 400-pound monsters, and men who quit wrestling the next day.
Here's just a sampling of those foolish enough to face him:
⦁ Titles? He collects them like teeth. Here's just a small sample, partial list:
THE MASOCHISTS WHO CALLED THEMSELVES HIS MANAGERS
To stand beside Slayer required either boundless courage or questionable sanity. Those who tried learned hard lessons about controlling the uncontrollable. Some quit the business entirely. Others developed nervous ticks. All gained stories they'd rather forget.
Here are a few of the brave (or foolish) souls who attempted to manage the unmanageable:
TEMPORARY ALLIES IN THE WAR AGAINST SANITY
Tagging with Slayer was less a partnership and more a test of survival instincts. Many emerged with new phobias - of straitjackets, of thrash metal, of dental bills. Some claim it was worth it for the championships. Others still wake up screaming.
Here's a few of the most memorable tag-team partners that dared:
THE STRAITJACKET MYTHS
⦁ Some say it’s from an actual asylum. Others swear he stole it from a psychiatric ward.
⦁ Rumor claims he sleeps in it. Rumor also claims he doesn’t sleep at all.
⦁ One promoter insists it’s cursed. That promoter retired in 2003.
SCREEN SAVAGERY (BUT NOT HOW YOU’D THINK)
When not redefining violence in the ring, Slayer defies expectations on screen—talking, joking, even playing heroes. Is it proof he’s not actually insane? Or just proof he’s even scarier than you thought?
Slayer's rampages have invaded more than a dozen films, and here are just a few of them:
Click here to visit Slayer's IMDb.com profile for more movie details
THE ONLY FACT THAT MATTERS
After 30+ years of destruction spanning four decades of straitjacket escapes, snapped necks, and referees fleeing for their lives, one thing is clear:
You’ll never know the truth. And that’s exactly how he wants it.