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    ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profiles

    Here are the wrestler profiles as they came through the form. You may notice a couple of guys who aren't in -- they changed characters.

    If you haven't added a profile and role-play, please do so in order to give your opponent and others some info.

    If you submitted and need to change some info, let me know. I don't know if you'll be able to edit your post in this thread.
    Last edited by Chad; 04-17-12 at 11:32 PM.

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    Wrestler Name
    Derrick Allen
    Wrestler Height
    6'1"
    Wrestler Weight
    237
    Wrestler Age
    23
    Theme Music
    "Sail" by AWOLNATION
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Fremont Plunge: Shooting Star Press
    Wrestler moveset
    DDT
    Northern lights suplex
    Drop toe hold into half crab
    springboard leg drop
    Standing side kick
    High flipping dropkick
    springboard/top rope hurricanrana
    Arm drag
    Crossface armbar
    Double hunderhook power bomb
    Running bulldog
    German suplex
    Leagues Currently Active In
    IWF
    Brief BiographyBrief Roleplay
    "what has my life become?" Derrick thinks to himself as he sits by alone in the "nosebleed" section of the Moss bay Event Center. The place is an empty mass of melancholy silence for Derrick.

    "Is this the plan that the man above has for me?" Ponders Derrick as he peers down and watches his sister, Courtney, and once friend Scott Douglas conversing. Derrick is too far away to hear what they are saying in which has his mind fumbling as to what they are talking about.

    "I thought I had it all planned out from the beginning. I had a friend who might as well been my brother, a sister that i would have done anything for, but funny how things turn out."

    "She always is running back to him no matter what. makes me sick to think that she keeps choosing him over me." Derrick lowers his head and rubs it as if to try and make an on coming headache go away.Derrick is clearly upset at what he is seeing.

    "For as long as I can remember it was the three of us."

    "Why are things different?"

    "Did I do something to drive them both away?"

    "How dare he turn his back on me, and how dare her take his side." Derrick has begun to rock back and forth in his seat, beginning to have the mannerisms of a mad man.

    "I'll make them pay..."

    A buzzing sound is heard coming from Derricks pocket. He fumbles into his pants and pulls out a cell phone. He has a text message. "Chain Reaction 7...Derrick Allen vs. Erik Mateo..." Derrick shoves the phone back into his pocket before reading the rest of the text.

    "And so it begins". Derrick thinks referring to the start of his career in the IWF.

    "Erik Mateo, eh? A bit on the heavier side when compared to me...but shouldn't be a problem." Derrick stares down to where Courtney and Scott are talking.

    "In due time Scott...In due time. We will have our day, one of two things will happen, either u will stop being a punk or we will rip each other apart."

    "It's time for me to show the IWF and ,next, Mateo what being fearless is all about. This country, mushed mouth piece of trailer park trash has a beating coming to him."

    Derrick stands up and stretches. He makes his way for the exit. Before leaving he turns around and notices Scott and Courtney embracing. A grim look comes over Derricks face.

    "If that's the they want it then that's the way it will be."

    "Guess it is me against the world...first up, Erik Mateo...God help him!"

    Derrick turns back around and exits through two metal doors.
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    Wrestler Name
    Jesse Ramey
    Wrestler Height
    6'0
    Wrestler Weight
    205
    Wrestler Age
    36
    Theme Music
    "Bullet in my Hand" by Redlight King
    Wrestler's Finisher
    The Attitude Adjustment: Darkness Buster
    Non Compos Mentis: Sunset Flip Powerbomb
    Wrestler moveset
    Springboard Clothesline
    Running Bulldog
    Dragon Screw Leg Whip
    Insiguri Kick
    Superkick
    Swinging Neck Breaker
    Dragon Sleeper
    Springboard Roundhouse Kick
    Rolling Senton (Trademark Move) (Stroke of Attitude; S.O.A.)
    Vicious Tornado DDT (Trademark Move) (The Hangover)
    Leagues Currently Active In
    ACW
    Brief BiographyBrief Roleplay
    It’s so cold and I can barely move; am I dead?

    The thoughts that run through the mind of a man that has been shot and left for dead can be a troubling thing. Laying six feet down in a hole and the pain emanating both of the open wounds in your chest can be a very deceiving thing for any man. The question of if any of it is truly real begins to creep in and then the thoughts of whether or not you’re already dead and merely residing in your own personal hell.

    The man inside of this hole, however, was neither; but the agony he was suffering made him wish either of the two options were true. He was left for dead, and the only sound emanating from the surrounding area were that of the night time animals in the surrounding.

    Rolling onto his back, his first instinct was to survive and with two bullet wounds in his chest the only way to do that was to stop the bleeding. Grabbing hold of a handful of dirt, he was barely able to muster up the strength to rub it inside of the holes. Each move made his face grimace with pain, but he knew this pain was necessary for his survival.

    Breathing heavily just from the small amount of movement that his actions had taken; he knew that getting out of this hole was the next obstacle. Easy feats to overcome were it not for his current circumstances; just getting to his knees at this point in time would be an even bigger obstacle to overcome.

    Gathering every ounce of power that he could, he found himself able to roll onto his stomach and then he began to claw at the walls of what was meant to be his final resting place. Inches seemed like miles, and the pain was so unbearable that he nearly found himself passing out with every grasp of the dirt and broken roots that surrounded him.

    Even more frustrating were the times that he’d come an inch only for whatever his hand was grasping to fall through. Be it a handful of dirt that would break loose from the ground and send him back to square one, or a root that seemed to be buried deep within the ground around him only to pull loose.

    Hours began to pass, and the only thing he had managed to do was find himself in a seated position gasping for air, still stuck at the bottom of his hell. He began to reflect on his life as his life at this point was no certainty and it was better to keep in good thoughts if this was to be his impending doom.

    No good thoughts were left within his mind though, only that of regret, remorse, and maybe even a little bit of self-pity. Had he not let his fame, fortune, and accomplishment gone to his head, would he have even been in this situation right now? If he hadn’t turned his back on the things in life that had always shown him the most promise and joy, would things be different right now?

    Of course things would be different, but when you let a snake into your bed, you are bound to be bitten. This snake had bitten alright; and not only corrupted its victim with its horrible venom, but it had drained him of his very lifeblood and left him a shell.

    A shell that was beginning to wonder if finding the capacity to get out of this hole was exactly the best decision he could make. Would the world be a better place without him in it, especially now that they know the true color of his being? In his mind, he felt like the answer to that question was yes; but deep within his heart he knew that he could be forgiven for his wrongdoings.

    Something that he had given up listening to, he had listened to it for years and nothing of merit had been granted by it. When he stopped listening to it though, it had landed him in his rather uneventful circumstances at this very moment. If only he could get out of this hole alive, he’d never let anything lead him astray from it again. Getting out of the hole though, was the problem at the moment, and if it could even be accomplished.

    One last ditch effort, that’s all he had within him. If he couldn’t make it out of this hole with this last try, then he was stuck and would surely call it his final resting place. Each move causing a painful groan to exert from his body, but he had to make it; clawing at the surroundings harder than before, each move more painful than the next.

    Finally, with one last deep inhale, hoping to stop the blood from flowing and ease some the pain. A hand shot out from within the grave, and slowly he began to dig at the fresh grass above him. His upper body now lying in the fertile grasses, while his lower still dangled in the grave; he shifted his body around and just lay panting for breath.

    He was done for the time being, but rest on the surface, knowing that his fate may not be completely sealed was all the assurance he needed. Task one was now complete, task two would be a completely different story.

    His eyes barely open, glancing on either side of him; open and grown fields for what looked like miles. Finding help would not be easy, but for now rest was all he needed. Seeking help would have to come in the morning.
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    Wrestler Name
    Doc Silver
    Wrestler Height
    6'0
    Wrestler Weight
    225
    Wrestler Age
    45
    Theme Music
    "Battle In Me" by Garbage
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Aces Full (Stunner)
    Wrestler moveset
    DDT
    Snap Suplex
    Bulldog
    Running Clothesline
    Superkick (that gets faked into a DDT now and then)
    Swinging neck breaker
    Side Russian Leg Sweep
    Sharpshooter
    Leagues Currently Active In
    none
    Brief Biography
    Doc Silver's been around for forever, starting out as Dr. Silver and winning Ultratitle and World Titles in AAWC and other lesser leagues, but then Doc fell in love with the band Garbage and so "Garbage" Doc was born, also he loved backstage politics. The only man with a lifetime ban from CSWA and countless other burnt bridges in his past, Doc figured his career was over after a semi final loss in TEAM to Dan Ryan, but now Ultratitle, and Garbage having a new album have dragged him back into the ring for one last go of it.

    Sarcastic, bitter, mean spirited, cruel are good ways to describe Doc, and those might be his endearing traits. Doc's just a giant jerk who spends his days cutting down people he doesn't like, and that's almost everyone. He's been through the ringer of drug and alcohol addiction, he's married to woman who can't stand him and he can't stand her. At 45 he's well past his prime but he's still got the smarts to try to figure out a way to steal a win off anyone.

    That and the fact that he has a gang of thugs just waiting for the ref to look the wrong way or get knocked down so that they can intervene on his behalf makes him an opponent not to be taken lightly.
    Brief Roleplay
    The gang was all assembled one last final ride. Flint M. Jacobs, Gomer Pyle, Bloodhunt had even been pulled out of the car dealership, and there was Spectrum, who'd fought for Doc under a bunch of different names for whatever thing caught Doc's eye at the moment, no Prism however, a neck injury followed by pain killer addiction and alcohol abuse meant he passed away far to young as far to many wrestlers do.

    Greenie was there at the head of the table with Ryoko, Doc's unloving wife over his shoulder. Nobody listened to his calls for order, since the gang didn't respect him in the slightest, they were to busy sharing tales of glory from years gone by, all the various fights they had been in, titles won and lost, woman they had been with, the usual topics.

    Finally Doc showed up and the room grew quiet, Doc had always been the leader, he'd had the money and the plan since day 1, and now here in the final days he was still the one they all deferred to.

    “Gentlemen…Glad you could all make it.” Doc said. “We’ve all been around the block long enough to know that there aren’t many bullets left in any of our guns, but well…We got one last shot at glory here, 6 wins…6 wins gets me back the Ultratitle…Six wins means I retire on top of the world…”

    “How’s that glory for us?” Bloodhunt asked. He knew he could ask such a question because he was second in stature in the group. Doc gave him a glance “The glory is that everyone knows this old dog isn’t going to get to the finish line by himself…You bastards are going to have to carry me across the finish line…And if that’s not glory enough for you…I got a pile of money to hand out for each and every win I get.”

    The declaration that money was going to be given away brought a cheer from everyone except Bloodhunt who just smiled ruefully. He felt there was more to this then just a ref bump and then a bunch of guys working some poor fool over with a bunch of steel chairs till he wasn’t moving and the blood was flowing.

    “I want scouting reports on all my opponents, I want to know their families, I want to know if they have any injuries they’ve been hiding. I want to know who the refs are for these matches. I want to see what they have for histories, if we have anything to manipulate them with.”

    “You want us to blackmail refs to help you win?” Jacobs asked, almost stunned at the tactics Doc was suggesting.

    “Yes, yes I do. This is a war boys, pure and simple, there isn’t a stone I’ll leave unturned, not a trick I won’t use…It’s Ultratitle and I’m Doc Silver for crying out loud, they aren’t going to disqualify me until I have a smoking gun in my hand and the guy is bleeding out on the mat…Of course if it is in my home state of Florida I could just declare I was standing my ground.”

    A grim chuckle came from the group. “Look guys, I’m 45…I wanted to be retired at 40…I haven’t wrestled since Dan Ryan threw me through the mat and denied me the match I wanted with Impulse…And rumor has it I ain’t getting that little scamp again this time around…And hell after I saved his career with my advice this is how he repays me…” Doc shook his head…”Doesn’t matter, what does matter is I need a final act in my career…I wanted Felix Red…But the drugs took him away from me…I wanted Impulse, but Dan Ryan and Nova screwed that up…Now it’s this tournament, maybe I’ll run into Eli Flair or Mike Randalls, maybe I’ll find that great rival worthy of besting me and ending my run, or maybe I’ll just mow them all down and win the damn thing and walk off into the sunset with Shirley Manson’s dulcet tones bidding me farewell…No matter how it ends it’s ending here…”

    He smiled and stifled a laugh.

    “Unless I decide otherwise in a year or so and then it’s back to blading to the cheer of the crowd….I wrestler who can’t stop unretiring what a crazy concept.”

    The group laughed with Doc and Doc took his leave, he tried to play it off all cool and smooth, but in his bones he felt like this was really the end…How he was going to go out remained to be seen, he looked back at the gang of men and his business arrangement of a wife and sighed. “I’m going to need every last bit of help I can get” he said under his breath…”I have to be an idiot to put myself through this…” as he was beating himself up, his phone rang, and with it “Battle In Me” began playing, the new Garbage song…Just hearing It got him fired up again, to think of an arena full of people yelling and screaming, pyro and noise, the thrill of victory…It all came washing over him again.

    “Damn you Shirley…Damn you.” Doc said as he answered the phone, he was a junkie seeking one final high and he while he knew the price he was going to pay would be high, it was a price he’d pay gladly.
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    Wrestler Name
    "Suite" Pete Whealdon
    Wrestler Height
    5'10
    Wrestler Weight
    228
    Wrestler Age
    28
    Theme Music
    "Midnight City" by M83
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Sandusky Special: Hangman’s Neckbreaker with Inappropriate Gyrations
    Wrestler moveset
    Punches.
    Kicks.
    knee drop
    scoop slam
    Battering Ram
    high knee strike
    Chinlocks
    Abdominal Stretch
    Head Claw - It doesn't really work, but he won't stop trying anyways
    Bionic Elbow
    Collar and Elbow tie up, with body scissors
    Headlock- All variations, this is is all purpose wear down move, and his "technical" move.
    Leagues Currently Active In
    DEFIANCE
    Brief Biography
    Who is Pete Whealdon? Pete Whealdon stormed out of the LIONS FC Training camp in 2007 as your typical of the era American Strong Style Bad-Ass. Utilizing a Variety of Kicks, and Stiffer Kicks, and an Armbar that looked entirely realistic, he and his first tag team partner Alexander Shaw took america by storm. Storming, lots of weather related adjectives later, Pete Whealdon found himself on the outside looking in the WWA, but in no time flat he recovered, utilizing mainly the same two kicks to five star appeal, he and his second tag team partner, the always forgettable and generally uninteresting Curtis Penn found themselves running up the ranks, and then through the Faces of Death to capture the WWA World Tag Team titles. They would fend off the not exactly legendary team of 80 Proof who made many beer related references to them. Pete Whealdon would've stroked his mustache had he had one at the time, but he settled merely for his chin. and while Curtis Penn was more or less Pink Floyd post The Wall, Pete Whealdon was Dark Side of the Moon. In a legendary series of matches, legendary is totally dependent on who you ask. The Sex Symbol's and Pete Whealdon... and Curtis Penn participated in two matches to unify the WWA, and NWA world tag team titles, in Wrestle Coast Cascadia. Owing to a growing personality. Pete Whealdon decided mid match that he was done with Tag Team wrestling, and used one of those fearsome kicks to put down his own tag team partner.

    People marked out.

    Sporting his first of many successful Mustaches, Pete Whealdon returned as a singles competitor to the WWA, where he promptly held out for more money without wrestling a match. This roughly coincided with the founding of DEFIANCE, Where he sat on ice for several months, by this time, he was no longer the severe striker with a faux hawk and shave lines. No, now he had a mustache, and the first signs of casual sleaze began to seep through. He found a new cohort in Damien DeSett, and despite forming the ****/b/olts with him, they caught on as a tag team. As tag teams go they may have been the greatest tag team to never pick up a pinfall, but they managed to beat St. Louis #3, Making them by far the greatest Tag Team to have ever beaten that team. St. Louis #3 were so impressed with the general sense of Shatnerian grandness, they confused spoken word for rap, and the wheels on the bus go round and round for swizz beats. many laughs were had. But the laughter soon died.

    A Tragic Incidence swept over the ****/b/olt nation. After suffering "severe" "injuries". They stepped away. Damien DeSett went to college, and drank "protein" drinks, and took "protein" injections to become the buffest comedian the world had ever seen. Pete Whealdon, well he trained in a manner Warren Harding would've found hard to argue with. Many a jug of Christian Brothers Brandy and Red Wine Later. Pete Whealdon found himself owning several suits that could make a wolverine purr and a practitioner of the greatest brand of technical wrestling ever. He had gone from Sweet to Suite, and that's where we find ourselves now.
    Brief Roleplay
    [Pete Whealdon is annoyed. Pete Whealdon is not amused. Damien DeSett is chugging on a treadmill Ivan Drago style, up a 12% incline at absurd speed. Somehow, he is balancing a “protein” drink in one hand.]

    [He even looks like Ivan Drago. with brown hair, and shorter. way shorter.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    I am not amused.

    [Pete Whealdon stroked his mustache with annoyance.]

    [Kevin/Satan (now with more Evil!) stands behind Whealdon, all of this is going on in the ****/b/olt Incorporated Offices. Now containing two, count ‘em TWO! Burned Ficus Trees. This hasn’t stopped the “decorator”(see Kevin/Satan (now with more Evil!) from adding a new one, presumably made of plastic this time, since it shines like nobodies business.]

    Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil!):
    mmmmmmmmhhehehehehehehAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH...

    [Pete Whealdon wear suits these days. and this one, makes a cow do backflips. His undershirt is of course more unbuttoned, than buttoned. big lapels, and this suit is the kind of green that does not exist outside of a time warp in the nineteen sixties.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    Daddy, in between naps watching Kai Lewis....

    Kevin/Satan (now with more Evil!):
    Ermm. Scott.

    [Pete Whealdon shoots a look at Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil)]

    Pete Whealdon:
    Scott Lewis. In between watching Scott Lewis....

    Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil!):
    mmmm Satan believes his name is Kai Scott, your Suiteness.

    [Pete Whealdon is annoyed.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    Daddy, When I was watching Kai Scott talk to much about wrestling, and moves, and my future ex-wife Heidi Whealdonswife, I noticed something important Daddy.

    [everyone is waiting]

    [FLEX!~]

    Pete Whealdon
    Claira St. Sure is some kind of a quadroon, and Daddy, I ain’t never been with a spanish chick before. Claira, baby, you need to hop off of the lame train, and get right into the Kitchen of the Greatest Technical Wrestler to Ever Live, and fix him up the kind of sandwiches that you can use that core strength on Baby, and don’t be shy, because we ain’t stoppin’, even if the biggest hitter in wrestling is pushing rope.

    Baby, why you hang around with that, when you can have all of this.

    [DOUBLE FLEX!~]

    [Someone somewhere just marked out.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    Daddy, I noticed that I only garnered cursory mentions from the knuckle dragging solipsists The Devil Rippers, so I went right to the man, the Devil Himself.

    [Not J.W. Oswald.]

    [a Firm hand on Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil), He grimaces.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    And I asked him, Why are you putting up your men against me. You know what he told me Daddy? they think they are shooting right to the top. Well the only thing getting shot, is a hot load in your asses....

    [Everyone stares at Whealdon.]

    Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil!):
    Satan has nothing to do with these men Suite One! I swear! By the Precious.

    [Eyebrows up.]

    Pete Whealdon:
    Enough of this! What these men...

    Kevin/Satan(now with more Evil):
    And women.

    Pete Whealdon:
    Daddy, what these men and women don’t realize is that they aren’t just fighting one another, hand dogging for points and trying to jumar their way up to the next pitch of the ladder. No Daddy, they’ve hit the burnt sheath and the core shot rope on the ascender failure of that ladder Daddy! Pete Whealdon, is going to prove why despite having his affections cruelly split in this match between his Future Ex-Wife, and his Future Ex-Ex-Wife, and Future Mistress, He is going to make the kind of debut that is only preceded by the likes of his favorite overnight success’, Franz Ferdinand, and William Henry Harrison. Daddy, you might be the greenest haired man I’ve ever seen, but daddy, if you think this all about wrestling skill, I’m gonna hand you the bad news in the ring. I’m the greatest wrestler who's ever lived, I’ve got the best body, I’ve got the best training, I’m the greatest technical wrestler who’s ever lived, and Daddy, I’ve got shades so stupid icy, I can’t even drive with ‘em on. But Daddy, I’m like Miles Davis and Cocaine, and Japan, and Jazz, and the Electric guitar. I wear ‘em at night, and I ain’t gonna gonna send you to deep space. but Daddy, I might try and find some deep space.

    And if you think for a second that I don’t know what you’re gonna be doing, You’ve got it wrong Daddy, I’ve had Damien DeSett training hard, I’ve had the greatest living manager of all time, ever, the world over and elsewhere, watching video, and Daddy, I’ve been hitting the tanning beds hard, and hitting on the women who run them harder, Because do you think they wanna see Troy Mathews and his teenage dirt bag green hair and physique like a water melon? Hell no Daddy, they wanna see the Miles Davis of wrestling, they wanna see the King of the Cool, They wanna see the *****es Brew Daddy, and I aim to deliver it.

    [cut.]

    [FLEX!~]
































    Pete Whealdon:
    Hahaha Daddy, I ain’t done yet. Because when you can jam like this, Daddy, it doesn’t matter when it is, what time it is, and whether or not something or other has something or othered. That’s right Daddy, Pete Whealdon, the greatest wrestler to ever live, has frozen time, and Daddy, you have to be cool to stop time with a wall of ice. and We ain’t talking Diamonds here. Daddy, When I look at the Devil Rippers, I see an obstacle keeping me from the hottest double dutch rudder of time, ain’t that right Dudebro!

    [Flex!~]

    Pete Whealdon:
    ESEN is about to get the biggest star ever Daddy, and the coldest.

    [Cut.]
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    Wrestler Name
    Eugene Dewey
    Wrestler Height
    6'0
    Wrestler Weight
    310
    Wrestler Age
    28
    Theme Music
    The jogging music from 'Mike Tyson's Punch Out'
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Shoryuken - A crouching twisting uppercut
    Wrestler moveset
    Body Slam
    Strikes and Kicks
    DDT
    Trapezius claw
    Leg Drop
    Big Splash (with a variation that comes off of the first rope)
    Running butt bump to an opponent sitting in the corner
    Eugene likes to use his weight to smother people, whether it's in the corner or on the floor
    Various rest holds, god knows he needs them
    He'll crouch down and try to electrify himself, just like Blanka in Street Fighter. Hey, it might work one day, right?
    Leagues Currently Active In
    Defiance
    Brief Biography
    Physical Description: *Eugene’s already ample weight and sky high cholesterol ballooned after the closure of Defiance. Eugene had taken to eating more to cope with the new lifestyle he had entered into, unfortunately he didn't stop eating the increased ammount once Defiance closed. Eugene and Wayne, respectively.Ring Attire: *He’s still rocking the brown shoes and slacks, white shirt, tie, glasses and pocket protector.Alignment: *FaceGimmick: *Eugene is a nerd/gamer, Wayne is a hyper little know it allFighting Style: *A mixture of the world’s favourite beat ‘em up characters like Ryu, Blanka, King, Armor King, Scorpion, Sub Zero etc. All rolled into a horrendously overweight ball.Strengths: Reaction times - having played computer games all his life Eugene is able to react to events in the ring almost instantly. And his mom said that playing COD all day wouldn't help him achieve anything...Wayne Dewey - Wayne has been a wrestling fan since he can remember and acts as his brother's manager so he'll be at ringside whenever he can. Wayne shouts advice to his brother during matches and will scout the opponents beforehand so that Eugene can know what to expect.Weight - Being on the heavy side means Eugene isn't going to get thrown around too much. It also means he has a large frame to throw at his opponents and do some serious damage.Weaknesses: Weight - Being on the heavy side also means Eugene isn't going to be flying around the ring or coming off of the top rope any time soon.Wrestling Skill - Eugene isn't a chain wrestler. He can defend himself against punches, kicks, noogies, swirlies and wedgies. After all, he's been doing that all his life as well. But a drop toe hold? A collar and elbow tie up? He's not going to come out on top frequently there.Laziness - Eugene simply can't be bothered at times. You're not going to see him hanging out with the guys backstage that often as he'd rather be in his La-Z-Boy in his locker room pwning some noobs. This translates into his training. He's not going to improve on his wrestling ability week by week and he's certainly not going to improve on his physical fitness.
    Brief Roleplay
    Captain’s log, stardate Thursday, March 24th 2011. Our destination is Arlington, Texas.

    Darren Michaels, of St Louis #3 fame, and a battered and bloodied Eugene Dewey, of World of Warcraft fame, exchanged rights and lefts in the middle of the ring. Michaels landed a couple of shots in succession and scooped Eugene off of his feet. Only one slight problem with that though, after the battle these two had put themselves through Eugene’s massive frame was simply too much for the smaller Michaels to support. Darren fell backwards and the near 300 pounder came tumbling after. From there, it was academic.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Who’d have thunk it? Eugene Dewey’s first victory came via a fluke. Had Darren Michaels not been so over confident maybe that match would have gone the other way. But then, if Eugene had lost that debut match would he even still be here today? Would Eugene’s confidence have been able to take such a blow? Would Eugene Dewey’s initial run in Defiance consisted of never ending losses as opposed to never ending wins?

    So many questions... I think my brain is melting.

    To be fair though, we may see the answers to some of those questions soon; after all, Eugene’s first match in Defiance’s new incarnation didn’t go as well as most people were probably expecting.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Eugene had tried everything he could. He’d tried to stand toe to toe with Jan Gin Xiao, he’d tried to take JGX off of his feet... He’d even tried to hit him with some actual wrestling moves, would you believe? But he still had one trick he could pull out of his sleeve; the Shoryuken. It came from nowhere and connected cleanly with Xiao’s chin, finally he’d managed to knock the big man to the mat. Wayne Dewey shouted from the outside for Eugene to climb to the top rope, something the ginger gaming guru obliged, despite the evident reluctance in his eyes. Slowly Eugene managed to steady himself on the top rope and fell backwards. Unfortunately, he met nothing but the mat.

    A Red Wave later and you could have stuck a fork in it. But JGX didn’t want to leave anything up to chance and delivered another backbreaking Red Wave. After that you could have stuck any number of forks in. Eugene wasn’t getting up

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~

    How different can you get, eh?

    Not only the winning and losing part, but opponents as well. On one side you have the technical prowess only found in those who have been around the ring since before Super Mario because ‘Super’, the other, a mountain of a powerhouse who’s tenure in Defiance started mere days ago.

    You’d have thought that maybe, just maybe, the guy with no professional training would do better against the guy who’s career was just starting as opposed to the guy who’s career was winding down, wouldn’t you?

    I know I would.

    Maybe wrestling is all about beginners’ luck. Eugene wins his debut at Darren Michaels’ expense, JGX wins his at Eugene’s. It’s all swings and roundabouts.

    So now that all the debuts are out of the way maybe we can return to some sort of normallity, yeah? Not that this place is exactly normal, but you know what I mean.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Eugene and Wayne had sat down every night for the last week to study ’THAT’ tape. That’s what they had called it anyway. Neither one of them wanted to refer to it as ‘the tape where Eugene got squashed.’

    Tonight was no different.

    Usually Eugene would be sneeking peeks at his iPhone, or flat out not paying attention and speeding around Bowser’s Castle while playing Mario Kart 7 on his 3DS. But not today. Not this week, even. No, this week Eugene had been as attentive as Wayne always was. He had to have seen himself slammed into the ground with The Red Wave at least 200 times. Maybe that’s why he was still feeling a slight twinge in his back.

    It’s all psychological, this pain thing.

    “We must watched this tape more times than ‘Superbad’.” Wayne said to Eugene, clearly confused, “And I still can’t see anything you could have done to beat this guy.”

    Eugene leaned back into the couch and heaved a heavy sigh.

    “That’s what I keep telling you.” Replied Eugene, not as frustrated as one might think he would be. Instead Eugene seemed to be as confounded as his brother.

    “You used ring psychology for God’s sake!” Wayne almost shouted, “You tried to take out his legs! You stuck to the gameplan!”

    “I know!” Eugene shouted back.

    “And what do you get for it?” Wayne asked rhetorically, “Slammed. And slammed again.”

    Eugene just shook his head in disappointment.

    “Look man, we’ve just got to try and put this behind us.” Said Wayne, trying to sound a little more upbeat, “Look forward to next week. Get back on track.”

    A dejected Eugene simply stared at the paused image on the Television of Jan Gin Xiaowith his hand raised in victory.

    “This league, it’s all about momentum. And we lost a ****-ton of it last week.” Said Wayne, trying to sound supportive, but failing miserably, “But you know who’s got plenty of it going into this week? Gabriel Grimm.”

    Wayne sounded like he had a plan. It’s just a shame that Eugene couldn’t care less about it right now.

    “You beat him, you take his momentum.” Said Wayne, trying his darndest to rouse some kind of response from his brother. “Remember what Professor Farnsworth said, ‘If you kill an enemy, be sure to eat their heart. To gain their courage. Their rich, tasty courage!’”

    Eugene cracked the smallest smile anyone could ever produce.
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    Wrestler Name
    Demon
    Wrestler Height
    6'1
    Wrestler Weight
    240
    Wrestler Age
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    Theme Music
    By Demons Be Driven, Pantera
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Lifetaker, Double Underhook Brainbuster
    Wrestler moveset
    Short Chokeslam
    Leg Drop
    Hard Clothesline
    Pele Kick
    DDT
    Chickenwing
    Ankle Lock
    Dropkick
    Leagues Currently Active In
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    Brief Biography
    A wrestler who has been doing the rounds for quite some time... Never really been part of FWrestling, mainly focussing on G-Fed and the newer Fedwars.

    A hardcore wrestler by definition, and a man who likes to play on the mind of his opponant.
    Brief Roleplay
    --Old Roleplay, but gives a little insight into the mentality of Demon--

    - Screen cuts to a white grainy picture , a silhouette of a man appears just behind it, you can't actually see any detail but can hear a deep english voice, tinged with a bit of America --

    This is a game I have played for years, a profession that has taken me from the highest of the highest of the highs and the lowest of the lows, years of blood, sweat, tears, money, pain, heartbreak, destruction and mental fortitude.

    Year after year I have showed the world just what I am capable of so I am sure that you already know exactly what the hell I can do, seeing many a wrestler come along and tell the world that they are the best thing since sliced bread only to be humiliated in their first few weeks and run away with their leg in between their collective tails.

    I've got this funny feeling that this upcoming TEW Wreckage will be something similar, to be fair I actually have to give this guy his dues, a similar upbringing to mine, a similar background story and a little bit of heartbreak in there, by the way Tyler, how is daddy dearest?

    All I can see is him coming down to ring thinking where is daddy? Who would take daddy away from me at the time when I am making my big debut against the man that is Demon, the most intelligent piece of work to ever set foot in a ring, a man who will destroy your soul and then rip apart the pieces bit by bit, you see Tyler someone must have it in for you because nobody really expects you to get past the first hurdle, whats going to happen if you take your eye of the ball for just half a second?

    Right here is experience personified and I intend to bring the destruction once again, a new eve of all that is dark is due to unleashed on the TEW and I do truly hope that everybody is ready, signing a contract for the Demon is like signing the death warrant of those around him, it is as simple as you join me in the quest for power, or you fall in our path to glory and total destruction.

    I may have been gone a long time but deep down inside I believe you all know what is coming..
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    "Latina Fire" Go-Go Spectacular
    Wrestler Height
    5'3
    Wrestler Weight
    130
    Wrestler Age
    19
    Theme Music
    "Ignition" by Toby Mac
    Wrestler's Finisher
    "The G-Spec" (A Jack Evans styled 720 splash)
    Wrestler moveset
    Pele kick
    Hurricanrana
    Dropkick
    DDT
    Neckbreaker
    Acai Moonsault
    Enziguri
    European Uppercut
    Knife-edged chop
    Suicide placha dives out of the ring
    ace crusher
    619
    spinning wheel kick
    360 degree spinning roundhouse kick
    heart punch
    leg drop
    elbow drop
    shining wizor
    bulldog
    face buster
    flying crossbody
    back cracker

    Signature Moves:

    1) "Walk The Line" (A defensive spot where Go-Go is really. She gets irish whipped into the turnbuckle, she scales and runs up the turnbuckle like stairs to the top, then tight rope runs across it like a cat to the opposite turnbuckle, then when she gets there she leaps off and nails a cross body on her opponent. She can also execute a missle dropkick, a flying clothesline, a frog splash, or even on rare occasions she could hit a pitch perfect one for the highlight reels moonsault right on her opponent.

    2) "Smoking Aces Driver" Go-Go irish whips and slings her opponent into the ropes, she runs in the opposite direction as her opponent, she bounces off of the ropes for momentum, on the return she nails her opponent with a high impact front dropkick, staggering the opponent back into that rope, where he bounces off, on the return she leaps up like how Randy Orton would get when going the RKO but instead finishes the landing by landing on her butt in a sit down position like how Steve Austin finishes the stunner.

    3) "Hit the Blocks" Go-Go is on a comeback. She staggers her opponent into the corner turnbuckle. She backs up clear across to the opposite turnbuckle diagnal him in the corner, she gets a running start, runs and scales where she looks like she hits a shining wizor and hits the first knee, but she is up there and hits ten repeated rapid fire knees to her opponents head (like how someone does a mounted ten punch but instead it is a series of knees to the head) on the tenth knee, she finishes with one of two moves, either a top rope famasser/rocker dropper. She can also change it up and hit a bulldog, or a frankensteiner/hurricanrana off of the top rope.
    Leagues Currently Active In
    IWF
    Brief Biography
    1) Appearance: Go-Go is a female. Young, slender, petite, and athetic. She is Latina-American. She has long raven colored hair, but her hair is beaded and braided and flows down past her tight Mexican mask and flows elegantly past the middle, of her back to her waist. She has naturally tanned/ivory colored skin. She has brown Egyption styled/queen of the nile eyes; however she wears silver colored contacts that disguise them. She has various assorted tattoos all over her arms, chest, abdomin, and upper and lower back. She also wears body piercings in her nose, around her eyes, her ears, lip, belly button, etc.

    2) Ring Attire: Her ring attire consist of, black with blood red trim tight wrestling spandex that flares bell bottom style around the ankles, black boots, a matching black shiny sequened sports bra, and a webbed tight long sleeved overshirt that fits over the bra but is cut out around the mid drift section area of her stomach. She wears black with red trimmed webbed fingerless gloves. She also wears a small gold cross/crucifix that is around her neck.

    Now the most important part is her mask. It is like a cowl, that fits over the top upper half of her head and down to her nose and ears leaving the lower half of her face open like her mouth. The mask is black with blood red trim. There is a red outlined stylish design around her eyes and nose and her ears and in the back where the mask laces tightens up in the back. On the top of the mask is a halo circle of small horns that go around.

    3) Personality: Go-Go is a young Latina-American girl. She is cheerful, spunky, sassy, sweet, and in a lot of ways naive. She is only 19 years old so she knows little about the business. She will learn as she goes. She is mysterious and nobody knows about this girl from El'Paso, Texas. She learns quickly but she has LOTS to learn and then some. In the meantime, she is naturally athletic for her petite tiny size (compared to almost off of her male peers) She is excited and humbled and even a little scared to be wrestling on the big stage but everything is understandable with what she is feeling.
    Brief Roleplay
    "What do I want?"

    "I want to be more than just a girl."

    "I want to be more than just a professional wrestler."

    "I want to be more than just lucha libra."

    "I want to be more than just for one day to be crowned a champion."

    "I want to be more than just a role model for the next generation of little girls that are inspired and aspire to be just like me."

    "I know that I am only nineteen years old. I am just getting started."

    "I know that i am a little girl surrounded by giants and legends in the making."

    "But I believe that I can be something else entirely that goes beyond championships and hall of fames."

    "I know that it won't be easy but keep moving forward and never give up. Never relents. Never surrenders."

    "Within my heart is the fire that will never be snuffed out, put out, rub out."

    "I am the next generation. I am Go-Go Spectacular that burns Latina blood. Win or lose, you will never forget me."
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    Wrestler Name
    "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan
    Wrestler Height
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    Wrestler Weight
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    Wrestler Age
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    Theme Music
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    Wrestler's Finisher
    Headliner (burning hammer), Humility Bomb (layout high angle powerbomb)
    Wrestler moveset
    Superkick
    Full Nelson Slam
    Clothesline
    Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex
    Jumping DDT
    Double Underhook Piledriver
    Brainbuster
    Belly to Back Suplex
    Spinebuster
    Springboard Legdrop
    Release German Suplex
    Fujiwara Armbar
    Dragon Suplex
    Leagues Currently Active In
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    From DAN RYAN v. CASTOR STRIFE -- Supercrash IV (NFW)

    FADE IN.

    We open on the offices of "The Ego Buster" Dan Ryan. An oversized oak desk dominates the room, along with an audio/video system worthy of the CIA taking up the entire East wall. Behind the desk is an oversized leather chair where Dan Ryan is seated. On the wall behind him are various pieces of sports memorabilia, his first World Championship, A photo of Christian Sands and Marcus Westcott from Empire Pro Wrestling's first ever Pay-Per-View, Black Dawn 2004, and finally an oversized poster, signed by Hakeem Olajuwon, of Olajuwon dunking on Patrick Ewing in the 1994 NBA Finals with Olajuwon so high, his nuts are practically resting on Ewing's chin.

    Ryan, decked out in a clean-lined blue dress shirt and brown slacks (unseen), leans back, relaxed, and taps his fingers on the desk in front of him.

    RYAN: "Before we get too deeply into this, Castor, I always say that you should give credit where credit is due. All too often we get lost in the petty insults and one-upsmanship and we forget to point out the good things that our opponents do. And this week, you did a very very good thing, Castor."

    "I thought the dude who played Huggy Bear in Starsky and Hutch was long gone, lost to the ether as another casualty of gimmicky 70s television. But you gave him a part to play in your promo for a World Championship match, and as they say, any publicity is good publicity. So while he stammered through contrived Airplane-like 'jive talk' and answered to every African American stereotype in the book, you've made him matter again, so I can only expect that you are now a future fixture at Huggy Bear family photos, picnics, Christmas get-togethers and BARRRRR-BEE-CUES! YOU IS JUST LIKE FAMILY, CAS-TUH-MO-STRIFE! Now why don't you head on down to the kitchen and have the cook make you a good old fashioned SUTH-UHN BREAKFAST?"

    "And hell, don't get me wrong. I get that you can show up at the site of a nuclear disaster thirty years later and possibly not DIE. It's just that I like so much that you think of the precaution of a GAS MASK to protect you against radioactive particles in the air. You understand? I said I LIKE it. You don't need to explain it. After all, if you have to explain a joke, it probably wasn't a very good pro... err, joke. Right?"

    "I KNOW your work matters. Trust me, I know. You tell me about it all the time. I see it in CNN, 60 Minutes, America's Top Model... really, it's everywhere. And, you're the NFW World Champion. What more of a platform do you need?? Still, while you certainly understand how talking out your ass works, I have to wonder if you're clear on the concept of how a professional wrestling match works. For some reason, you think it involves you in the ring with me on the outside, and you allowing me to come inside when it's convenient for you. Hence, your assertion that I'm heckling your from the crowd and you're up on stage holding the microphone. Metaphors. They are to Castor Strife as wet is to the rain. That's right. I prefer similes."

    "And... ya boy... Alex Austin? I think maybe if he's the one training you, you might have a problem, since he's never apparently SEEN my matches. You think you're the first cardio warrior I've had to challenge for a belt or defend a belt against? You REALLY think it's just kick, wham, powerbomb? Well... okay. I'm not gonna be the one to tell you how to scout an opponent properly, but it sounds a little bit like you may be in for a surprise, Castor. But, if you would like to simply take the damage I dish out until the expected falling apart due to a lack of wind, then I would like to encourage you to do so. Since you've seen all I've got, I look forward to you simply outlasting my simpleton jobber-like offense and proudly defending your championship. I can't wait for the DVDs, the Royal Caribbean sponsored 'Cruise With Castor' and the star with your name on it at the Walk of Fame."

    "If we're gonna talk about what we're both all about, and you've decided I'm all about runnin' for the hills, well then hell... I guess it's all on me, isn't it? Because only I can decide to run for the hills or not, and only you can decide to speak English or speak in antequated stereotypes and metaphor. So where does that leave us, Castor? With the things that neither of us CAN control? Can either of us control what happens outside of this match that night? Will our match, boring as it is with nothing but some of the best wrestling of the last decade over a belt that deserves to be the pinnacle of the sport, even be the most talked about moment? Or, will some other nonsense take place that pops the 'modern' crowd? If I'm so much easier to deal with than Impulse, then why isn't it Impulse in the ring with you at Supercrash instead of me? And why is Impulse off talking about a miscarriage and foolin' around with JJ Deville instead of challenging for the World Championship?"

    "It's because I'm the one who sets the standard, and you can jump on that old bandwagon that what I gave Nova was all I had all you want, but the truth is, since you're so hopped up on the here and now.... in the here and now, you've got ME, and you've got a lot of issues with what you think this is gonna be like. You thought it would be so easy the first time, and here we are again. You can expect a trip back to Texas all you want, but the truth is, I'm here and I'm not leaving, Castor - and if things don't go my way in THIS match, I'll still be here, I'll still be relentlessly chasing that belt, and I'll still be talking about what a World Champion SHOULD be, what an elite wrestling company SHOULD be, and what it means to be a REAL champion who's been through your fire and come through on the other side all his life."

    "If you wanna light the wick... hell, Caligula... I say light it. Set Rome on fire and see who takes off first. And keep telling yourself that no one's going anywhere with your gold. The tighter your grip gets, the harder it will be to hang on to it. And if you think it takes tearing down the roof to get that belt back around my waist, SON OF SATURN.... hey, you just remember, I've torn that roof down before..."

    "Ain't **** to do it again."

    FADE OUT.
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    Name: The Kochi Cannibal Freddie Sagawa
    Hometown: Kochi, Kochi Prefecture, Japan
    Height: 5'10 Weight: 193lbs
    Hair: Black & Blood Red Eyes: Pale
    Gray


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    While it is unknown where Freddie Sagawa hails from, it is obvious that he is of
    some sort of Asian decent - having very recognizable Japanese-esque features.

    Standing 5'10 and weighing a hair under 200lbs, Freddie Sagawa has never been
    the biggest dog in the fight. He appears to be in solid shape none-the-less,
    with toned muscles and a somewhat prevalent six pack. Unfortunately any would-be
    modeling career is ruined by the countless scars and marks that litter his body
    thanks to a rather eventful run in a Japanese based jisatsu company.

    Facially he has a very slender and almost cartoon like face that is accentuated
    by well emphasized cheek bones, a pronounced brow, and a strong jaw line. His
    eyes are almost non-existent in their pale gray tone and at times go distant as
    he disappears inside the madness that is his mind. His lips are relatively
    unpronounced, but are framed by a well-trimmed pointed goatee that extends a
    good 4 to 5 inches below his chin.

    Sagawa's scalp is shaven clean with the exception of a long singular ponytail
    that juts out of the top of his skull and extends midway down his back. While
    the style will switch from loose to braided to multiple braids it is generally
    jet black with stripes of deep red throughout. He has no piercings or tattoos -
    although he may don war paint from time to time.

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    In Ring Attire:
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    When plying his trade in the ring, Sagawa dresses in an old beaten up pair of
    safari-like khaki cargo pants. What distinguishes them the most is the fact that
    they do not appear to have ever been washed - having countless stains of sweat,
    blood, and dirt that they have amassed from past battles. One of his legs,
    though tattered, is always tucked into the top of his boots. The other leg of
    his pants is more severely damaged as it appears to have been shredded with
    tears that stretch up past his knee. The remnants of that leg hang loosely down
    to his mid-calf. Beneath the pants there is a pair of leopard print wrestling
    tights that can be seen tucked into his kneepads.

    On his feet he wears a pair of faded black full length wrestling boots, with
    matching black laces. They are as abused as the cargo pants as they have holes
    in the toes which are loosely taped up with beaten athletic tape.

    Sagawa also wears the battered athletic tape snuggly around his hands, wrists,
    and forearms - but as the tape moves further up his arm, he haphazardly wraps it
    until it reaches his mid bicep. On his left arm, Sagawa wears a white elastic
    sleeve.

    Additional Note: During his ring entrance, Freddie Sagawa carries the mask of
    his former personality SAFARI Jones on a grotesque Halloween style disembodied
    head. The head hangs from a long noose and serves as a reminder that he never
    wants to be seen as a joke again.

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    Personality:
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    "I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've
    always worked for me." - Hunter S. Thompson

    It's scary how one quote can truly sum up an individual, but this quote from the
    famed American Journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, seems to capture Freddie Sagawa
    in a nutshell. If you are wondering just how in touch with his "insanity" one
    man can be, you need look no further than the origins of his ring name (which
    thankfully was not his birth name)

    Freddie - Was taken from the grapplers fondness for American horror movies, and
    was plucked straight out of the Nightmare on Elm Street Franchise. Although he
    took some liberties with the spelling of the name, it seems to capture the fine
    line that Freddie Sagawa walks between character and caricature. Between
    cartoon-y and frighteningly realistic.

    Sagawa - His in-ring surname was taken from famed Japanese murderer and pseudo-
    celebrity Issei Sagawa, who had proudly referred to himself as the “Godfather of
    Cannibals.”

    Anyone that knows the personality of Sagawa knows that it waaay over the top,
    but to the point that it actually becomes a bit endearing. His antics have
    earned him quite the cult following in the underground wrestling scene of Japan
    and made him a must-see attraction during his tours with various promotions.
    Why?

    It could be his spastic actions inside the ring that seem to mix smoothly with a
    cold, calculating, and at times picture-perfect textbook style of wrestling.

    It could be his unrelenting will to survive and return from obscene amounts of
    damage, much like the many horror movie icons that he idolizes.

    It could be his willingness to put his own well being on the line by taking to
    the air in dazzling displays of aerial artistry that bathe arenas both near and
    far in a sea of flashbulbs.

    It could be his theater of the bizarre way of speaking to the fans in an
    indistinguishable dialect that only seems to be understood by his close
    confidant, J.J. Cardiff.

    Why does it work? Nobody knows for sure. But there is no doubt that violence and
    insanity has definitely worked for him.

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    Wrestling History: [Timeline]
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    Bloodlust: Japan [2007 - 2009]
    * Member of the Animalize Stable as SAFARI Jones
    * 2007 Breakout Star as SAFARI Jones
    * 2008 Stable Wars Champion (Team Animalize w/ WILDBOY Ningenku, Party
    Animal
    Delta, and Gran Mothman Z)
    * Bloodlust Junior Heavyweight Champion x2 as SAFARI Jones; x1 as Freddie
    Sagawa
    * Bloodlust International Tag Team Champions x2 w/ WILDBOY Ningenku
    * 2008 Match of the Year Candidate w/ WILDBOY Ningenku vs. Clockwork
    * 2009 Match of the Year Winner w/ WILDBOY Ningenku vs. Party Animal Delta
    and Gran Mothman Z - Loser Leaves Town

    Gouko Pro Wrestling [2008 - 2009]
    * 2009 GPW 13 Nights of Hell Finalist - Falling Nightmare Death Match
    * GPW Deathmatch Champion - Successful Title Defenses x0
    * 2009 Match of the Year Candidate - Participant in 6 Person Fire Scramble
    Death Match

    Global Wrestling Alliance / Deep South Pro [2009 - 2010]
    * Deep South Pro Tag Team Champions x1 w/ WILDBOY Ningenku
    * GWA World Tag Team Champions x1 w/ WILDBOY Ningenku

    Wasteland Jisatsu Pro Wrestling [2010]
    * 2010 Gorefest Deathmatch Tournament Semi-Finalist
    * #1 Contender WJPJ Deathmatch Champion

    Full Throttle Wrestling [2011 - Current]

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    Strengths:
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    Ring Psychology - One of the greatest assets that Sagawa has going for him is
    that he appears to be a master at ring psychology. When in battle, he always
    appears to be off kilter enough to seem unpredictable - but very rarely does he
    act without reason. He has a solid grasp of the sport of professional wrestling
    and it’s various styles that he can execute maneuvers flawlessly, while still
    baffling an opponent to leave them saying “Where the hell did that come from?”

    Cameron Lee Waubash - Although he is a new part of Freddie Sagawa’s life, this
    new-age manager is actually old school in the sense that he will do anything to
    help his charge win. Interfere? Absolutely. Take a beating to buy his man some
    time? Why not? It’s just another layer to the mind game that Freddie Sagawa
    LOVES to play.

    Resiliency - When you complete is as many hardcore wards as Freddie Sagawa has
    in his short career, you learn how to battle through intense amounts of pain and
    agony. This resiliency, in addition to allowing him to outlast many an opponent,
    adds a surreal-ness to his character and many times will lead to frustrating a
    less than level-headed opponent.

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    Weaknesses:
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    Showboating - Freddie Sagawa is without question an extension of the man behind
    the personality, who is also at heart an entertainer. As a result, he can lose
    focus from time to time and become more determined on putting on a good show
    than on capitalizing on a downed adversary. While this is great for the fan
    paying money out of his pocket to see The King of Cannibals” it is not always
    the greatest thing for a win / loss record.

    New Relationship with Manager - Just like his relationship with J.J. Cardiff can
    prove to be a strength in the ring, their unfamiliarity with one another, at
    times, can be a curse as well. They don’t have the natural communication skills
    or the innate ability to know what the other is doing that one may have with a
    long time partner or manager. And as a result, this can lead to being more
    detrimental than beneficial.

    Devil May Care Attitude - Freddie Sagawa has traveled the world a bit and has
    had his share of big match experiences. He has seen barbed wire, pits of fire,
    fallen off of scaffolds and so on. And knowing that he has gotten up from this
    hurdles time and time again has made him more likely to take risks when they
    aren’t always appropriate or even necessary. As a result, he can end up doing
    more damage to himself just to pop a crowd, than he needs to.

    Entrance Music: “The Sound of Madness” by Shinedown

    Type of Wrestling: Hardcore Daredevil

    ================
    Finishing Moves:
    ================

    Primary Finisher #1
    Move Name: Love Letters to Baba Yaga
    Description: Shooting Star Senton Splash
    Common Setup: Rolling Samoan Drop (Smaller Opponents)
    Inverted Stomp Facebreaker (Larger Opponents)

    Primary Finisher #2
    Move Name: Serpentine Strangle
    Description: Anaconda Vice
    Common Setup: None

    Alternate Finisher
    Move Name: Pitagora Sochi
    Description: Gory Special into Sitout Power bomb (Smaller Opponents)
    Video: http://youtu.be/S4Nlid5OBSs
    Common Setup: Boot to Gut or an unseen Low Blow

    ================
    Signature Moves:
    ================

    DDT - Sagawa takes great pride in his ability to deliver a DDT from just about
    any position - and with such pinpoint accuracy that he commonly plants his
    opponent on the top of their skull.

    Hangman’s Choke - Lifting an opponent up over his shoulder as if he were going
    for a Gory Special, Sagawa wraps his hands around the opponents throat and lets
    them hang. An obviously illegal maneuver, Sagawa lets it ride for a good 4.5
    seconds before releasing.

    Busaiku Knee Kick - With an opponent rising to his feet, Sagawa will charge past
    them and hit the ropes behind them with a banshee like screech. As they turn
    around to see what is happening, Freddie rebounds with a powerful Busaiku Knee
    Kick.

    Poison Rana - A reverse hurricanrana that Sagawa performs with lightening fast
    speed, snapping his opponent to the mat.

    Rana Driver - As an opponent is starting to get up and is on his knees, Sagawa
    will charge in with a hurricanrana. Unfortunately, because they are not yet to
    their feet - Sagawa will spoke them on the top of the head. (Note: On occasion,
    Sagawa will whip out a reverse version of this move, dropping them backwards on
    their dome)

    Corner Evading Lung Blower - Whipeed into the corner, Sagawa will slingshot
    himself up and over his opponent as they charge from behind. As they pass
    beneath them though, Sagawa will plant his knees into the back, hook their jaw
    with both hands and drive them back into a Lungblower.

    Double Knee Drop - This is another one of those moves that Sagawa can hit from
    just about anywhere - from a springboard position to a leap off the top rope. It
    is also not uncommon for Freddie to use upward momentum caused by his opponent
    to drive his knees into their upper chest, and down to the canvas.

    Trademark Cheats

    * Biting - forehead, ears, fingers, to escape a submission hold
    * Choking
    * Back Raking

    Trademark Dives

    * Somersault Tope Suicida
    * Asai Moonsault
    * Running Shooting Star Press Suicida

    Other Moves

    * Diving Headbutt
    * Missile Dropkick
    * Satellite Headscissors
    * Hurricanrana
    * Standing Moonsault
    * Airplane Spin
    * Tiger Suplex
    * Snap Suplex
    * Northern Lights Suplex
    * Yakuza Kick
    * Jumping Back Elbow
    * Superkick
    * Open Hand Chop
    * Elbow Strikes
    * Arm Drag (many variations)
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    Wrestler Name
    Spooky Doom
    Wrestler Height
    5'7
    Wrestler Weight
    195
    Wrestler Age
    22
    Theme Music
    "What's up People" by Maximum the Hormone
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Doom Reaper: satellite headscissors flying diamond cutter
    Wheel of Doom: 450 splash, top rope or springboard, many variations.
    Wrestler moveset
    Signatures
    Eeriecanrana: arm twist ropewalk hurricanrana
    Spooker Kick: insta-jumping calf kick
    Espectro Speciale: triangle jump corkscrew suicida, Spooky's signature dive

    Signature taunt
    Spooky Sit-up: just like his uncle does!

    Regular moveset
    Snapping kicks
    Running headscissors takedown
    Flying armdrags
    Flying cross chop
    Handspring off the ropes backflip into a dropkick
    Run-up the turnbuckle face driver
    Tilt-a-whirl DDT
    Crucifix driver
    Calavera bomb (legtrap seesaw sunset flip powerbomb with pin)
    Victory roll/Casadora to reverse figure four (cruceta inverted)
    Off the ropes double foot stomp
    Leagues Currently Active In
    IWF, fwrestling league
    Brief Biography
    Spooky Doom considers himself some manner of lil' Grim Reaper-like thingy, the nephew of a certain six foot ten supernatural zombie/redneck/MMA enthusiast who shall remain nameless here. Growing up in awe of his otherworldly uncle, Spooky wanted nothing more than to join him on the pro-wrestling scene; however there are no free rides in this business and Spooky Doom had to prove himself in battle before being accepted by the much larger company. Thus did the Deadkid end up using his uncle's very famous name to open doors in wrestling schools worldwide, eventually moving to Mexico to ply his trade as his smaller size and propensity to hit high flying maneuvers was better appreciated there.

    Since then, Spooky Doom's uncle died. Again. In a manner less embarrassing than the first four times he died, certainly, but he's dead nonetheless and SOMEBODY needs to take his place. Making up for his inability to teleport in darkness or shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips by putting on amazing matches filled with tons of high spots, Spooky Doom joins the wrestling business with the same mandate to bury the souls of evil wrestlers that his uncle originally had.
    Brief Roleplay
    Months earlier, at the unemployment office.

    "So tell us Mr... Doom, was it? Your previous work experience, please."

    The kid sitting at the other end of the office desk fidgets nervously. Dressed in a skintight sleeveless hoodie, Spooky Doom seems to wear his wrestling clothes regardless of occasion. He also brought his lil' scythe along, hanging it up neatly upon the coatrack. Asking questions is a balding bureaucrat, jotting notes down on paper and paying the supernatural grappler little to no mind.

    "You have no idea how much it hurts me to be here", answers Spooky Doom. "I've got libertarians in the family, I'm too young to collect unemployment benefits!"

    The bureaucrat remains unaffected. Barely lifting his head up from his report, he repeats the question.

    "I'm a little Grim Reaper... like, thingy." Spooky Doom's answer does nothing to impress the bureaucrat. "I go out and claim the souls of the living and send them burning straight to hell. Also, I wrestle a lot. Mostly I just work my magic inside the ring and get the crowd pumpin' while kicking ass and taking evil down by the balls."

    The brief outburst of confidence goes unnoticed by the administrative official. Drab office environment and featureless plastic furniture might promote efficiency in the workplace but does little to boost spirits, much to the dismay of one such as Spooky Doom. "A Grim Reaper-like thingy? Sir, I'll have to ask you to be more specific if we're going to continue this interview", the old man announces in the plainest and most boring tone imaginable. "What is it that you do for a living?"

    A fair question if nothing else but our struggling little luchador seems to take it in the wrong way. "First of all, that question is totally discriminatory towards the undead! But really it's like I said: I step into the ring and kick abundant amount of asses. Often in the coolest, most spectacular manner ever. Or at least I used to, which is pretty much why I'm here at the unemployment department."

    "Look, I just need a job back on the pro-wrestling circuit. My origins and occupation are so horribly, terribly complicated. Really I just took the friggin' Grim Reaper shtick after my uncle passed away, but who knew he'd come back? And die again? And come back again? Over and over? I just wanted to be badass and wear a duster, rising from the grave and pulling all sorts of death-defying ****. Impress the world. Impress the ladies. Be a hero. Make things right by claiming the souls of those who have none. Don't ask me how that works because it just does."

    "My name's Spooky Doom, aka the Deadkid aka lil' Phenom aka the Undead Superstar. I was born and reborn to do this ****. Most metal job in the world and now I can't do it no more so I need you to find me another place of employment. So tell me: can you help a Reaper out?"

    The bureaucrat licks his pen like some anachronism from another century and dutifully writes all of that down. "And what happened for you to lose your previous job?"

    "Would you believe the old place died?"
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    Wrestler Name
    Deacon
    Wrestler Height
    7'0"
    Wrestler Weight
    310
    Wrestler Age
    34
    Theme Music
    Gregorian Chant segued into "Jesus Freak" by DC Talk
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Altar Call - Crucifix Powerbomb
    Wrestler moveset
    Running Monster Kick to face
    My Death is Gain "Leap over top rope to hit Opponent outside ring."
    Rope Whip - Quick Powerslam
    Bear Hug
    Gorilla Press
    Plunge Piledriver
    Fire From Heaven - Off top rope overhead Neckbreaker/Blockbuster
    Reverse Elbows in Corner
    Superplex
    Leagues Currently Active In
    NFW
    Brief BiographyBrief Roleplay
    It had to happen, Chris Shepherd thought, his mind awash in all the possibilities. Deacon had pushed to return to the US of A, but then, he’d been drawn by a hypocritical “Christian” wrestler of the Hollywood variety, the same that Deacon had spent so long trying to stamp out, and in the wrestling business, had succeeded in doing so. But after sending Bobby Jack Windham into the figurative monastery on a self-imposed vow of silence, Deacon was left in the NFW with no plan.

    Until he’d found a division in need of resurrection.

    He had a plan for that “Triple Crown” title, to make it into a newer form of the Ultratitle, albeit scaled down. And a title that wouldn’t be worn, but would have to be earned each time out – the only champion being the one who survived the match, or series of matches in one night, his goal to make it completely different than anything else in the NFW.

    And then the UltraTitle returned.

    “You gonna do it?” Chris asked the Deacon in the rustic living room.

    He didn’t answer. He stroked his goatee, the one he’d probably shave off next week, and stared at the fire. It was unseasonably warm for the Alleghenies, but not as warm as Deacon’s boyhood home. If not for Deacon’s love of the mountains, Chris knew his friend would’ve went to Florida years ago. The tax rate is so much better.

    Deacon remained silent. Though Deacon wore the moniker of the “Mute Freak” with pride, Chris knew his friend enough to know that a lack of answer didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking. He was. He always was.

    “One of our joint friends called me last night,” Chris said.

    “Me too,” Deacon said, his voice deep and Middle Eastern accent thick.

    “He’s planning on being there,” Chris said, “and my guess is, he won’t be the only one returning.”

    “He won’t.”

    “And you know the whole gang wants to see you there,” Chris said.

    “Or t’ey want to know I not be t’ere. It be easier for t’em”

    Chris smirked. “You know better than that.”

    “Yes,” Deacon said, “but it make me feel better t’inking he not want me in.”

    “You have another one of those matches in you?”

    Deacon shook his head. “T’is will take more t’an just one.”

    “Unless you get booted out in the first round.”

    Deacon raised his eyebrow. “I would hope I could carry t’e message deeper t’an t’at.”

    “It would revolutionize our ability to speak out.”

    Deacon nodded but returned to his freak nature. It lasted a long time, longer even than when Chris first asked about him joining the tournament. In most cases, people would’ve said it was an uncomfortable silence. But they wouldn’t have known Deacon, at least not like Chris did.

    “You want to do t’is?” Deacon finally asked.

    “For me, I got a few new tricks I’d like to show off.” Chris said, pulling a deck of cards out of his jacket pocket.

    “You show me anot’er card trick,” Deacon said, “I toss you in t’e fire.”

    “How about,” Chris flipped a card out, an ace of clubs, “you send in the submission, and my card just flies away?”

    Deacon sighed. “You know t’ose card tricks lose t’eir luster when I not t'irteen anymore.”

    “But our message,” Chris said, folding the card back into the deck, “never loses its luster. Sometimes the only thing you need to do is bring it to a whole new audience, or remind the old audience why they used to love it.” Chris gestured to the flames and smiled, even before he glanced at Deacon.

    “T’e deck of cards,” Deacon said, “it in t’e fire.”

    “Just like the burning bush.”

    “Just like I better be if I hope to make it t’rough t’is tournament.”

    “But our hope is higher.”

    Deacon nodded. “And we about to put it to t’e test again.”

    “That’s what faith does and faith is- -”

    “Chris,” Deacon interrupted, “We not taping t'is and besides, I already said I do it.”

    “I knew you would, Big D,” Chris said. “I knew you would.”
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    Wrestler Name
    "The Aftermath" John McDonough
    Wrestler Height
    6'2"
    Wrestler Weight
    236
    Wrestler Age
    43
    Theme Music
    "El Paso" by Taking Back Sunday
    Wrestler's Finisher
    "The Closure" - Swan Dive headbutt

    Alternate/Set-up - "Transgression" - implant DDT
    Wrestler moveset
    1. Snap suplex
    2. German Suplex
    3. Flying Clothesline
    4. Spinning back kick
    5. Crossface submission
    6. Short clothesline
    7. Backbreaker
    8. Missle Dropkick
    9. Belly to back suplex
    10. Spinebuster
    11. Kneedrop
    Leagues Currently Active In
    None - formerly NWC, referenced in RPs by the Minstrel
    Brief Biography
    John started out in the business in the National Wrestling Council as an angsty young man and went by the alias "Roadkill", a proverbial tweener, who simply came to work and through sheer determination experienced success. His work rate and ethic eventually won over the fans and he soon embraced the role of a fan favorite without compromising who he was - a kid who was willing outlast an opponent or die trying. He was eventually given the moniker "The NWC Workhorse".

    John experienced some degree of success, fighting tough bouts with some of the legends of the early NWC, but often came out on the losing end. He held numerous regional titles, but chased the elusive NWC World Heavyweight Championship. His first shot came years after his introduction to the NWC, but he lost that bout - admittedly nerves had gotten the best of him.

    Later, while wrestling in the Hawaii region, John went through some tumultous times both personally and professionally - questioning himself, his identity and his own purpose. Katrina Stevens entered his life - a woman, who allowed him to embrace who he was and to direct his inner rage towards a greater purpose... At this time, he became "The Aftermath" John McDonough and became a force of nature, bulldozing through opponents time and again on his way to another NWC World Heavywieght Title shot...

    Despite all that he had accomplished, John lost the match on the most heart-breaking of sequences and soon after retired unable to separate the disappointment in his professional life from his home life. Removing himself from the ring was for the best he thought, he could embrace his new role in life as a husband and eventually a father. He had been wise with the money he made while experiencing success and was able to open a success gym/wrestling training school, which he still owns today.

    Life has not been all rosy - as certain tragedies have befallen John - and the UltraTitle Tournament might be his opportunity to exorcise both his professional and personal demons and finally rise to the top of the sport.
    Brief Roleplay
    [A wonderful day outside – the incoming spring breeze pushes the grass back and forth like little ripples of waves. A tree in the distance is sprouting leaves and flowers. We are located on a hill above a small body of water.]

    This place was a dump…

    [The man’s voice is calm and direct, but we cannot see him.]

    Literally, a waste dump. They said grass would never grow here – they were stupid to try.

    But here it is. A grassy knoll on top of a hill, overlooking the Long Island Sound. All that is buried here, all the junk – could not stop the grass from returning.

    [Fade out.]

    [Once again, the grass blows in the spring breeze on what is a partly cloudy day. There is no hill this time, just a granite headstone – the name is Katrina McDonough. A man stands in front of it with a black dufflebag on his shoulder. He is middle-aged although in fine shape as he t-shirt fits the form of his body quite well.]

    [He breathes deep – his brown hair with touches of grey moving slightly in the wind like the blades of grass at his feet. His beard is a reddish brown and sits comfortably, although not quite neatly along his rugged jawline. He places a flower down at the bottom of the grave.]

    [A moment passes and a slight smile comes across his face.]

    You always said that I couldn’t stay away – I loved it too much.

    [He nods his understandingly.]

    I guess you were right – I would find my way back.

    The kids at the gym have really pushed me to do this and I don’t really see why I shouldn’t. You’re gone, Brandon has gone God-knows where – there’s nothing here for me really.

    [He sounds desperate almost trying to convince himself – he is looking at his feet as opposed to the grave in front of him.]

    I just…

    [He pauses and looks up – some water surface in his eyes.]

    I just think this is a chance for me to put to rest some things. To exorcise the things that have been beating at me and to turn the page… To be able to get on with life…

    [He looks for approval – the breeze remains unchanged.]

    And it’s not you that I’m looking to move on from – I could never… But this is something… I have to do. For myself. I hope you understand that.

    I guess, I came here looking for your blessing – for a sign that you approve. That this is something you would support me in doing.

    [He waits a moment and breathes in deeply while tilting his head back towards the sky.]

    Frankly, I don’t think I can do this without you, I know it’s going back to start, going backwards – not forwards like you would like. But there’s… Unfinished business here.

    [He touches his chest – leaving his hand there to feel his heartbeat. After a second, a smile crosses his face and his eyes close.]

    There you are…

    [He opens his eyes still smiling, he walks closer to the grave and kisses his hand, placing it on top of the grave.]

    I’ve got a long way to go, but this is where it has to start. It’s time for me to put to rest this part of me, Kat. It would never go done without a fight.

    And with you – I’ve got a fighting chance. To become what we always thought I would be.

    [He repositions the bag on his arm.]

    I’ll be back when this is done, but I know you’re here with me. Every step of the way - guiding me.

    [Fade out.]
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    Howard King
    Wrestler Height
    6'2
    Wrestler Weight
    225
    Wrestler Age
    30
    Theme Music
    "Time to Win" by Down With Webster
    Wrestler's Finisher
    Law & Order -- 450 Splash
    Wrestler moveset
    Common Front Moves
    Armbar takedown, Japanese armdrag, inverted atomic crop, DDT, pumphandle slam.

    Common Behind Moves
    Cobra clutch bulldog, half-nelson driver, flapjack

    Running Strikes
    Clothesline

    Arial Moves
    Diving knee drop, senton bomb, shooting star press

    Submission Moves
    Ankle Lock, Sharpshooter, and Texas Cloverleaf
    Leagues Currently Active In
    IWF
    Brief Biography
    Small town mayor born and raised in New Shoreham, Rhode Island. Despite the town being just barely over 1,000 residents and the smallest town in the state, Howard King thinks he is just that….a king. He has an entourage that goes everywhere with him, which is out of the ordinary for a small town mayor. New Shoreham is a coastal town with some money, but not enough for Howard. He has been under a microscope because of his entourage and certain dealings within the town. He seems to have influx of money that no one can figure out how and he’s not willing to reveal his secrets. Howard sees wrestling as a revenue stream to help advance certain “projects” he is working on for the town New Shoreham
    Brief Roleplay
    The various offices that one may encounter in movies, television shows, and books are often of immense grandeur, what with the beautiful mahogany desks and bookshelves, the walls adorned with pictures of important people, the breathtaking views, and you can’t forget the busty blonde secretary as icing on the cake. Despite these illusions of majesty and opulence, the reality is that these offices are only found in two places….Wall Street and the capital of the free world, Washington D.C.
    The town of New Shoreham, Rhode Island is a far cry from the concrete jungle known as Wall Street and the political juggernaut that is the capital of the United States. The town is home to just over one thousand residents and is a dozen miles off the mainland of the state. To be more specific, New Shoreham is the smallest town in the smallest state. The wealth of the residents is what most people dream about, but it’s mostly retired folks these days.
    The Town Hall of New Shoreham is an old historic house converted into an office that houses me, Mayor Howard King. I was born and raised in New Shoreham and lived in poverty….well the poverty in New Shoreham is a nice two story house with an acre of land in most corners of America. But here that is considered poor and were often frowned upon as if we were disrupting the hierarchy of the rich. I readily admit that I grew up envying the kids I went to school and played little league with. It didn’t take long for me to realize that living like that wasn’t an option. Once I entered high school I always vowed to myself that one day I would be on top looking down at those who looked down on me growing up. Now that I am mayor, I’ve accomplished that goal.
    The office I inhabit is nothing like the ones I alluded to earlier. Instead of mahogany furniture I’m stuck with a desk made of pine with no matching bookshelf. The walls are decorated not with important people, but of me and local residents. The view, well I have no view because the office has no windows. Not to mention my secretary is not a busty blonde, however, Jennifer is an overweight brunette whose addiction is Starburst candy. The only thing really worth talking about is the massive brown Italian leather chair that rests behind the bland pine desk. I figured if my office was going to be this depressing I can at least be comfortable.
    Despite the depressive nature of my office I often look around it and can’t help but smile. I’ve made it to the top and now I rule those who once denounced my family because our wealth didn’t come close to matching theirs. Little do they know, I have quite a few surprises planned for them and they won’t have a clue as to what is happening.
    Jennifer’s voice boomed through the office phone, interrupting my personal gloating session. “Mr. Drummond is here to see you.” Her speech was slurred as she smacked on a piece of Starburst, most likely a red one as it happened to be her favorite. Not only was she horrible on the eye, her constant smacking on candy made her voice just as bad. I often times wonder why I put up with her, but then quickly reminded myself that her lack of intelligence is beneficial to my operation.
    The short stocky man known as Harry Drummond is my personal assistant. The poor fellow has had one too many cheeseburgers in his day as his stomach is fighting to bust out of his shirt for much needed breathing room. His suit looks as though it was stuck under his bed for a month as the wrinkles are plenty. His hair, or lack thereof, is combed over to one side. Appearance wise he was pathetic, but the man is damn near a genius, thus the reason I hired him.
    “It’s all in there,” Harry exclaimed, tossing a manila folder on my desk before collapsing in one of the two chairs in front of my desk.
    I opened the folder; perused it for a few moments before closing it. “What do you think?” I wanted to know his opinion about the contents.
    Harry shifted in the chair and swiped his hand over the few strands of hair he has left. “The contracts are about the same so the determining factor is really a matter of geography. The first one is in New York while the second one is in Las Vegas. It’s more feasible to continue your duties as mayor if you were to select New York, therefore that is my pick.”
    I mulled over Harry’s sentiments while perusing the folder once more. I put the two slivers of paper side-by-side and study them page by page; I must note that one of my strongest suits is my attention to detail. Finishing the last page, I made up my mind. “Make it happen.” I signed my name, put the paperwork back in the folder and slid it across my desk.
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    Wrestler Height
    6'3'
    Wrestler Weight
    267
    Wrestler Age
    35
    Theme Music
    "Killing (In The Name Of) by Rage Against The Machine
    Wrestler's Finisher
    "Reality Check" --- The Miz' Skull Crushing Finale

    "Cruise Control" -- Intensified STF Submission

    Shipwreck -- Finlay's Celtic Cross (Over-the-shoulder-cradle-piledriver)
    Wrestler moveset
    Powerslam
    Suplexes
    Clotheslines
    Missle Dropkick from top turnbuckle
    springboard dropkick
    powerbomb
    crossbody
    backbreakers
    High-Impact DDT (set-up for finisher)
    Leagues Currently Active In
    CSWA, EPW, VWF, A1E, NFW
    Brief Biography
    Wrestler Name: 'The Crippler' Cameron Cruise

    Height: 6'4'

    Weight:264 lbs.

    Hometown: Jacksonville, NC

    Entrance Music: "Killing In The Name Of" by Rage Against The Machine
    Alignment: Heel

    Titles Held:

    A1E World Heavyweight Champion
    A1E 2009 Pier Six Brawl Co-Winner (with Cross)
    A1E Cyber Champion
    CSWA Presidential Title x2 (Fed now Closed)
    EWI Intercontinental Title (Fed now closed)
    TTW Tag Team Title (With "The English Gent" Lawrence Stanley)--Retired the belts, Fed closed.
    EPW Tag Team Title (With Joey Melton) x2
    EPW Intercontinental Title x2
    EPW Television Title
    WFW Tag Team Title (with Joey Melton)
    NGEN Tag Team Title (with Problem Child)
    NEW Era Television Champion
    New Era Tag Team Champion (with Problem Child)
    VWF Tag Team Champion (with The First)
    ....and the winner of your heart
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