Aceldama

Aceldama

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First Appearance

Latest Appearance

DWO

HOW

Federations

Dominant Wrestling Organization
HATE
High Octane Wrestling

Age

29

Birthplace

Hamburg, Germany

Finisher

Blitzkrieg

Wrestling Style

Underground Street Fighter

Championships

DWO Extreme Champion
DWO Tag Team Champion
HATE Antipathy Champion
HATE Sudden Death Champion
HATE Tag Team Champion

Handler

Steve Jackson

Wolfgang Bruggemann (born 31st October, 1978) is a German professional wrestler and street fighter currently working for High Octane Wrestling after his recent release from San Quentin Maximum Security Prison. He is best known for his decorated runs as Aceldama in Dominant Wrestling Organization and HATE. He was also a member of the d.W.o: New Breed faction.

Biography

Born in Hamburg on 31st October 1978, Wolfgang Bruggemann was to be born an orphan child, after complications with his birth resulted in his mother dying only two days after he was born. His father, Hans Bruggemann, was serving time for a barbaric attack on a young hitchhiker back in 1972. He was taken to the Wassenkinder Orphanage, a small orphanage just outside of Hamburg, were he would live for the first twelve years of his life. Wolfgang however, was no normal child, he did not connect with children, in his time outside he could be seen with the stray dogs of the village, playing with them and attempting to communicate with them. He did not speak until he was 10. Nurses at the orphanage feared him, he was susceptible to random attacks, biting, spitting, even in one later example in the last months of his stay at the orphanage an attempted sexual assault on a nurse. This was no ordinary child, his behaviour, was inhuman.

The child was coming out of control, no other Orphanage would take him, and within the Wassenkinder Orphanage, no nurse would work with him. He was a lost cause. But as he turned into his teenage years a deep desire filled him, the desire to know the answers, to why he was here, why he is the way he is, to get away from the four walls he known as his ‘home’ for 13 years. So on a cold night in 1991, he went looking for those answers, he escaped from the orphanage. However, instead of calling the police, the owners of Wassenkinder let him go, why? They knew if the police caught him he would return once again to the orphanage, something they did not want. To them, this was the best possible outcome; he was no longer their problem.

Carrying only a blanket and two loaves of bread, Wolfgang made his way into the big world for the first time. It wasn’t long before he was cold and hungry, but once again, it would not be humans he would turn to, but animals. He would befriend a pack of wild dogs, savaging for food and living wild. These dogs were the only companions he had in this world, so much so he felt he was not human at all. After a night out hunting, a local hunter Jurgen Krick and his friends stumbled across Wolfgang with the dogs, and thinking that the dogs were attempting to harm the kid, shot all three dogs dead. In anger Wolfgang viciously attacked a friend of Jurgen’s, so much so it took two men and another passerby to pry Wolfgang off him. Wolfgang had lost his only companions. To Jurgen Krick, this boy was in need of some serious help.

Krick took the boy to his place. He noticed he did not talk, his leg and arm muscles were miraculously strong for someone of his age probably due to the boy walking on all fours for several months and his strength was unnatural. Over the next two years Krick took it on himself to teach the boy to be human, to be able to communicate but mainly.....to capitalise on his unnatural strengths. He trained him to be a fighting machine, like a hunting dog, fast enough to chase a rabbit, strong enough to take down a deer. In time, Wolfgang would speak, and when he did, he spoke of his desire, his want from life, to know the answer to who he was and why he was here on this world. By now he was 18 and far from the wild ‘animal’ he was five years prior. Krick could not give him the answers he wanted; it was time for him to go in search for them.....on his own.

The problem Wolfgang had however was, he did not know the questions to what he required the answers to. He kept moving on, from town to town, looking for answers that weren’t there. Leaving no footprint, no mark, nothing. Like a ghost walking amongst mere mortals he moved on. Until he arrived in Berlin that was, his name would be remembered in this city, but only if you went underground....to the dark seeded world of street fighting.

It was only by change that Wolfgang stumbled across this underground world. His way of finding answers for his questions came from the only thing in the world he had left, the only thing that gave him an identity, his name, Bruggemann. He would move from city to village, checking each Bruggemann to see if he could get answers. Nothing came. When he followed a lead to Berlin, he got in contact with a Sebastian Bruggemann, who believed he might have the information he wanted. Not wanting to speak in public Sebastian arranged to meet Wolfgang at an underground location. When Wolfgang arrived he saw an old man, with a patch over one eye come to him. After Wolfgang told him all he knew about his life, his family, Sebastian could give him his missing link, the answers he was looking for. For Sebastian was his father’s brother, hence Wolfgang’s uncle. Sebastian told him how his father died in prison two years prior due to leukaemia. To Wolfgang it was a relief; he had an identity now, not just a name. After he spoke, Sebastian took to the ring and began to fight in a bloody battle with another man inside a barbed wire ring. It was brutal. Wolfgang stood back and watched in wonder. Sebastian won the fight controversially and the crowd began to storm the ring to attack the old timer, this set off something in Wolfgang, even though he had only known this man a few hours, he was still his uncle, and he began a vicious attack on the crowd members who were attacking Sebastian. The old man could not understand how much strength this 19 year old had. After the attack Sebastian retired from street fighting, not an easy feat to do, as the rules of underground street fighting is, the only way you get out is if you die, either by natural causes or in the ring, but the organisers were intrigued in the offer he brought to them. His nephew would take his place.

Nobody could touch him, he was only coming 20 years of age but he fought like he had been fighting for years, like it came naturally to him. He fought with the mentality that tonight would be his last fight, that his opponent would try and kill him, and the only way to overcome this was to kill them first. And that is what he did, on three occasions. However in the world of Underground Street fighting these sorts of things could be disposed off easily. The fighters had no families, no identities above in the real world; their deaths would not be noticed. After time, opponents feared him; he was the prized fighter for the Berlin division of underground street fighting. It wasn’t long before the organisers of Berlin had Wolfgang fighting across Germany, but they knew, if they were to capitalize on his talents, the money was in America. And to Wolfgang, America would be where it all goes downhill for him.

At the age of 21 Wolfgang took to the underground of America, the prize fighter of Germany fighting the best the world of underground street fighting had to offer. He went to the mean streets of New Jersey, New York, but would finally meet his match in the streets of Detroit, where his journey would end.

After over a year on the road in America, living rough in a van, driving from state to state fighting, nursing his own injuries, he landed in Detroit. This in the world of underground prize fighting was the biggest fight it had seen; betting on this bout had risen to $25 million. Wolfgang was to be fighting a Vladimer Kichkovia, a former UFC champion who was jailed for 5 years for assault with the intent to kill and since his release the Ukrainian had been fighting underground for a living. His reputation as a dirty fighter surpassed him. So much so fighters would rather go into hiding than fight him. Wolfgang did not have that fear. The fight was brutal, none so than the 50 or 60 previous that Wolfgang had encountered, but Kichkovia knew every dirty trick in the book. It all came to an end when Kichkovia would stab Wolfgang three times with a knife given to him by a member of the crowd, leaving him in a bloodied mess on the floor. The Berlin organisers, afraid that Wolfgang would die, but also afraid for their own well being, dragged him to a hospital and left him outside, for dead.

He would survive, but it would take a horrible toll. His memory was gone, he could no longer remember all he searched for, all he was, and his answers were gone. Even worse, nobody could identify him, and he was to be deported from America. With no memory of where he was from, nothing to prove who he was, he was a man without a home. Until, something, only described as strange happened.

One day, a man walked into the detention centre hospital in downtown Detroit claiming he knew who the man was and that he was one of his employees. This man was Chris Boomer, he was known to many in the world as SurReal. But why would he know him? How would he know him? What he would tell the American government was that he was his personal bodyguard who had been attacked by a crazed stalker fan whilst guarding the premises of SurReal’s in Detroit, of which he was not in residence, as he was currently in his other home in Sacramento, California. All a story of course, a story the American government would buy. And with some illegal documents Wolfgang’s freedom was granted. The truth as to why SurReal would come to his aid would unfurl later.

They released Wolfgang three weeks later to the care of Chris Boomer. Chris would give him the reason for getting him out. He had been watching Wolfgang fight all across America, with great fascination. He saw a raw talent in him, a burning desire. Now retired from the wrestling world SurReal wanted to train young talent to take on the world, so he scoured the amateur wrestling world looking for the next big thing. Many had the moves, but not the killer instinct. So he went underground, were he would find the young Wolfgang. He followed him state to state, until he lost him. Later he will find out that in a fight in Detroit, a fight he did not attend, that he would be left for dead. So, he tracked him down to the detention centre hospital and made an alibi to get him released to his custody. Chris wanted to train Wolfgang to unleash him onto the professional wrestling world. The problem was, the professional scene was not ready for such a monster.

SurReal tried to get Wolfgang into the biggest and best federations but none were willing to take him on board, he was unpredictable and his random attacks during training made him a loose cannon. But one federation was willing to take him on, Dominant Wrestling Organisation. He became massive, winning the Extreme title within a matter of weeks, but it would be his relationship with his tag partner, Xander Payne, that would spiral him downhill. Xander taught him one thing, he was not an object to be manipulated, and something that SurReal had been doing to him since he bailed him out of the detention centre. What Xander taught him was, he owed him nothing. Xander helped him find a new identity, and they shared in a sick fascination with watching others suffer. The two would begin in a sick game of finding prostitutes and drug dealers and attacking them to watch them beg for mercy, something they rarely gave. They done this as they believed these people did not deserve redemption, the scum of the earth. But the two were no better. They hid their seeded lives from the masses, as they won tag titles, they would attack drug dealers during the night, stealing their stash for their own gains. One night, it would come to light.

Xander Payne would be arrested after an attack on a prostitute, but during questioning he would finger Wolfgang as an accomplice and he was ready to spill it all. Xander would go down, but Wolfgang would be released without charge, but this done nothing for his reputation. Xander would be found dead in his apartment three days prior to his trial under strange circumstances so their tag titles were stripped off them and with a new drug addiction to boot, Wolfgang was going downwards on a spiral he would never recover from. His habit went un-noticed to the wrestling world, until it became apparent; he was mistiming moves, losing simple matches and dropping to the rank of jobber. With him abandoning his former mentor SurReal, it was up to him to cope with this problem on his own, he wasn’t strong enough. After a scuffle with a local drug baron Wolfgang brutally killed him, he got ten years. Inside, the man that was once Wolfgang Bruggemann, would become, no more.

Wolfgang was to be incarcerated in San Quentin State Penitentiary for the next ten years of his life, the first two of those years in the psychiatric ward, as life within the confinements of the four walls of his cell took a horrible mental toll on him. To find comfort he took on a second persona and with that a second identity. Previously he didn’t even have one identity, now he had two. Within the ward he found religion, seeking repenting for all he had done in his life. He spent the next 12 months trying to better himself but the more he tried the more he thought, he cannot repent, he is un-saveable. He could not take back the lives he had brutally taken away, and foremost, he could not change what he was, an animal. Like Judas Iscariot who tried to repent by returning the money he had been given for the whereabouts of Jesus but was too late and taken his life upon the field he purchased with the money, Hacel Dema, or Aceldama, known as the ‘Field of Blood’ as his blood would spill on that very land as he took his own life as he knew it was too late to repent, the damage had been done, an innocent died because of him, this is how Wolfgang felt, and in the ward he planned his own Aceldama, he swore his blood would spill for the lives of those he took. He failed.

He spent the third year of his sentence on suicide watch; he changed his name to Aceldama, took on his other persona, and drifted ever more slightly into a mental breakdown. He knew he could not change what he was, but he also knew there was nothing for him out in the real world. 12 attempted suicides foiled. His anger grew; the world wanted him alive while all he wanted to do was die. Finally, he gave up trying, accepting that a greater suffering for him would be to survive in the real world on his own. Redemption would come his way however, in the form of a young boy in the wrong place, at the right time for Wolfgang.

A young kid who witnessed the attack and murder of the drug baron three years prior finally came forward and testified that Wolfgang was acting on self defence and that another man was present but fled the scene. After finding the man they found that they were attempting to take out Wolfgang due to payments being overdue but he was too powerful for the two of them and he fled fearing for his life. He and the kid are now on witness protection. With this new evidence the murder charge was reduced to manslaughter in self defence, which meant his time was almost up. Or so it would seem. One thing blocked his release, his mental state.

San Quentin was unwilling to release a mentally unstable man to society. Especially one as dangerous and unpredictable as Wolfgang. He would begin further testing, with bail due in January 2006 pending success in the testing. It was a success and he was released to the real world on 4th January 2006. But was he a changed man? No, it was all a front. In his short time as a professional wrestler he had learnt one simple thing, how to pretend to be something you’re not. He was able to silence the voices in his head, remain in sanity for the brief period, but it was all a front, an act for the cameras, just like his time in DWO had been. Now released he knew what he must do, keep the front, keep the act and return to wrestling, because without it, he would have no identity once more.

He signed for HATE wrestling under the wrestling name Aceldama, and once again he reigned supreme. He won everything the federation could offer and in a way was becoming bigger than the federation itself. But underneath it all, underneath the front of crowd pleaser, entertainer, the unpredictable extreme wrestler, lay a broken man. His past was now coming back to haunt him, the gaps were filling in, his time as a young vagabond, roaming the streets with the wild animals, to his underground street fighting, it all came back to him. Did he need the front now, he knew who he was? Why pretend to be something he wasn’t? The coming months to the federation he became a burden. Random attacks, acts of pure brutality, leaving symbolic messages everywhere he went. He done nothing by the book, he didn’t have to anymore. He remembered what Xander taught him, he belonged to nobody, nobody could tell him what he should be or do. The REAL Wolfgang Bruggemann had unearthed once again. There was one person Wolfgang could not beat however, himself. His torment of knowing his past once more made him more delusional that he forgot what was reality and what was fake. His second demise would come on the night of 13th September 2006, when he would be found in the training facilities late at night, the body of senior trainer Daniel Jacobs Smith by his side as he lies rocking by his bloodied and lifeless body, words written in blood on the floor beside him ‘The walls have eyes, these eyes know all, but not a mouth to speak’. Wolfgang pleaded not guilty to the murder, claiming he was victim of circumstance as he arrived to find the body of Smith laying there. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in San Quentin, the four walls never left him, be it in his mind, or in reality.

It is now 2008 and his case has now been re-opened, as one man searches for the truth that will get Wolfgang out of prison, an innocent man, a victim of circumstance? Or a victim of a plot to remove a troublesome thorn in the side of the HATE establishment by framing him? Whatever it be, the clues are there, the walls have eyes...

Within Wrestling

Tale of the Tape

• Height: 6'3"
• Weight: 275lbs
• Date Of Birth: 31st October 1978
• Originally From: Hamburg, Germany
• Now Resides: San Quentin Maximum Security Prison

Nicknames

• Weapon of Mass Destruction
• (--A--)

Theme Music

• "Bloodlines" by Slayer
• "Some Kind of Monster" by Metallica
• "Fiend" by Coal Chamber
• "New Breed" by Fear Factory (theme for d.W.o: New Breed faction)
• "Vicarious" by Tool

Finishing & Signature Moves

• Blitzkrieg (Diving Elbow fromTop Turnbuckle then two footed slide tackle to the face of the opponent whilst on the canvas)
  • Das Boot (Big Boot)
    • Powerbomb
    • Tilt-a-Whirl Slam
    • STF
    • Chokehold
    • Gore
    • Power Clothesline

Championships & Accomplishments

• Dominant Wrestling Organization
  • DWO Extreme Champion (x1)
  • DWO Tag Team Champion (x1 w/ Xander Payne)
• HATE Wrestling
  • HATE Antipathy Champion (x1)
  • HATE Sudden Death Champion (x1)
  • HATE Tag Team Champion (x1 w/ Dane Rennier)

Origins of the Name

Translated as "Field of Blood" it is known as a place in Jerusalem that Judas Iscariot bought with the money he had acquired for the information of Jesus' whereabouts. He committed suicide on these very fields after a failed attempt to return the money. Wolfgang saw this as a symbol for himself. Judas tried to redeem himself but in the end he couldn't, the damage was done. Wolfgang feels the same about his life, he has murdered and ruined the lives of many, but it was too late for him to change that, the damage had been done, he can’t change who he is.