[indent][indent][indent][h1][color=#10100f]โ–ˆ ๐™ƒ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™˜๐™ [/color][/h1][/indent][table][row][color=#2e2c2c][sup][h3][b] โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…[right]โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…[/right] [/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][sub][sub][center][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c5de9fc556ca.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/kgstktm2/blockii.jpg[/img] [img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/0f7dadbe1f40.png[/img] [/center][/sub] [center][color=#cecece][b] [color=10100f]โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆ[/color] S U M M A R Y [color=10100f] โ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆ [/color][/b][/color][/center][/sub] [indent][sub][color=#10100f][b]HAYDEN JOSEPH FENWICK[/b][/color] [color=#10100f][b]AGE[/b][/color] [color=dcdcdc]Thirty-four[/color] [color=#10100f][b]GENDER[/b][/color] [color=dcdcdc]Male[/color] [color=#10100f][b]ETHNICITY/RACE[/b][/color] [color=dcdcdc]British[/color] [color=#10100f][b]MARTIAL STATUS[/b][/color] [color=dcdcdc]Single[/color] [color=#10100f][b]SEXUALITY[/b][/color] [color=dcdcdc]Heterosexual[/color] [/sub][/indent][sub][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sub][/cell][cell][color=#10100f][b]โ–…[/b][/color][color=cecece][sub][b]BIOGRAPHY[/b][/sub][/color][color=#10100f][b]โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…[/b][/color][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub] Growing up in Ashington in the 1990โ€™s meant inheriting an aftermath. When the pits closed they didn't just take the work, but they left hollowed out futures to a generation that deserved more. What remained were the rows of tightly packed terraced houses on streets that the council stitched into estates for the women left behind. Dads left, sometimes quietly and often times forever. The mams who stayed raised each otherโ€™s kids as much as their own and Helen Fenwick was one of many of them. Holding her house together on the back of shifts at the local care home where her time was spent tending to the elderly who'd worked when their town was an empire of promise; their lungs ruined by coal dust even if their humour rarely was. Hayden Fenwick watched his mam work herself to the bone and when he wasnโ€™t watching her, he was watching Nan care for Granda through an illness everyone explained away as [i]โ€his brainโ€™s just gone to sleep.โ€[/i] Perhaps watching that was what invited the hound that nipped at Haydenโ€™s heels throughout his youth. A bitterness that was buried deep that he could find no real name for, only the sense that it was always there and always waiting. He knew to his core he was meant to fall through the cracks left behind. Instead, he found a gym. The boxing ring made room for him to direct that calcified thing called anger and erode at it, chip it down to find some genuine joy. A rare fucking thing in his town. The discipline of martial arts gave him shape and the routine gave him purpose and a reason to actually try. To dream. His size and stubbornness could mean something. Helen picked up every late shift she could to keep him there. [i]โ€œOwts better than you on the street,โ€[/i] sheโ€™d say. Hayden paid her back by becoming frighteningly good and by his early twenties he was a national name in MMA; the [b]Wrecking Bull[/b] of the cage. He was all skill and grin and quick wit. By his late twenties he was owning the worldwide stage until a simple and quick rotator cuff injury took him out of the sport. He leaned hard into his fame to survive and endure it. Every panel show, every quiz, every reality slot. Heโ€™d play the clown and play it up until he was exactly the kind of loud, daft, and endlessly cheerful washed-up non celebrity that the British public loved to crucify. Fresh from his latest reality TV gig, Hayden was given the chance to attend a New Yearโ€™s Eve party in New York, with the promise of stateside gigs on the other side. [/sub][/justify][/color][/indent] [color=#10100f][b]โ–…[/b][/color][color=cecece][sub][b]CAREER[/b][/sub][/color][color=#10100f][b]โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…[/b][/color][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub] By his early twenties, Hayden Fenwick was already well-known in the UK MMA circuit. He started his professional career competing as a light heavyweight. He was a difficult fight for anyone put in front of him. It was a successful regional title run that put him on the national radar and by 26 he was a fixed figure of the international stage as a genuine threat to anyone else not at the very top. A rotator cuff injury put pause to his professional career before he turned 30. What followed was a shift in his priorities in the form of television work and a [i]lot[/i] of it, under the guidance of a sharp publicist, Zara. Hayden was inescapable on the screen; appearing across reality competitions and popular British panel shows regularly. He was as familiar a face on the box as he had been in the ring, and a typecast one at that. He found himself something of a laughing stock while on [i]The Masked Singer[/i] and [i]I'm a Celebrity...[/i], creating viral moments that just as often turned the public against him as it did endear him to them. Between his appearances on TV, he continues to train at the same gym he grew up in; helping out with youth sessions when asked. He spends much of his time in Ashington, keeping his life rooted in the same town where he grew up, in the place that always sees him as a local hero and not a washed-up, reality-TV embarrassment. [/sub][/justify][/color][/indent][sup][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sup][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent][color=#10100f][b]โ–…[/b][/color][color=cecece][sub][b]SUPPORTING CAST[/b][/sub][/color][color=#10100f][b]โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…โ–…[/b][/color][table][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ce30893be2b1.png[/img] [/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sup] [/cell][cell][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub][b]HELEN FENWICK[/b] Helen is the quiet centre of Hayden's whole world, having built his career on the back of her overtime shifts and her refusal to ever let him slip through the cracks. She is the reason he says yes to all of the things that exhaust him and the reason he'll keep doing it. Every fight he ever took, every fight he ever will, is for her.[/sub][/justify][/color][/indent][cell][center][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/d3e6fffb2c98.png[/img] [/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sup] [/cell][cell][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub][b]NEIL PARKER[/b] Manager and booking agent. Neil came into Hayden's life before his fame was at its peak and has stuck around ever since. He is equal parts grafter and firm believer. Neil knows Hayden's career isn't finished and he is quietly obsessed with getting him back into the ring again, if only he could get him to stop taking cheap TV gigs for laughs. He plans, at odds with Zara, for a proper comeback for his boy.[/sub][/justify][/color][/indent][/cell][/cell] [/row][row][cell][center][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/278253d3a198.png[/img] [/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sup] [/cell] [cell][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub][b]ZARA KAUR[/b] The publicist. Razor sharp and impeccably dressed. Always three steps ahead of the story she's selling and constantly at odds with Neil over what's best for Hayden. Zara understands scandal and the public's appetite better than anyone Hayden's ever met and he certainly understands none of that himself. Their relationship has existed in the space between professional and not; a chemistry and understanding. A distance and a closeness.[/sub][/justify][/color][/indent][/cell][cell][center][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3a40f435cd1c.png[/img] [/center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”โ–”[/color][/sup] [/cell] [cell][indent][color=dcdcdc][justify][sub][b]EILIDH VASS[/b] Back in town out of an obligation to her family. She and Hayden share a history complicated by distance and memory; she's never quite forgotten how his crowd would tease at her at school and that wariness and defense has never left. There is an undeniable pull that now exists between them. She is all that is familiar to Hayden at his core, yet their lives are so far away.[/sub][/justify][/color][/indent][/cell][/row][/table]