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Handler Information
Name: Mark Raymer
Email Address: markraymer@me.com
Best Way to Contact You: Forum PM or e-mail
eWrestling Experience: SCCW, Turbo Wrestling, New Era Wrestling, Ringside Wrestling… a bunch of other places in the past. Been out of the game for 5 years.
How did you find DEFIANCE? Google!
Are you willing to write matches? Yes
Writing Sample
Jermaine hasn’t enjoyed his job since day one. When he applied for the “personal assistant” position he figured that he was applying for a part-time job to help pay the bills while he finished College. Instead, his boss demanded more hours than there were in the day and never once commended his work. “Personal assistant my ass,” Jermaine though, “I’m basically his bitch”.
Get his coffee. Pay his cell phone bill. Get his suit dry cleaned.
Jermaine only knew that his boss was a “Talent Advisor”. He didn’t know what for – but he assumed that his boss wasn’t overly successful lately. No talent was coming through the office doors on the tenth floor on Spring Street in downtown Columbus, Ohio. It wasn’t until the text message he received three days ago that he even knew what talent his boss managed, or advised, or whatever the fuck he does.
Get me all the information on this man as soon as possible.
That is what the text said. An angry ex-con based out of Miami, Florida with a Samoan background and has been making cash under the table by fighting in parking garages. A flight to Miami, a terrifying meeting, a contract presented and torn in half, another contract printed and torn in half, a third contract printed and signed reluctantly and a full background check later and Jermaine was about to present his boss with a new professional wrestler.
Jermaine thought professional wrestling died when the Hulkster turned porn-actor. “It doesn’t matter,” Jermaine thought, “only 2 more weeks and this job is over”.
He stood at his boss’ door an adjusted his tie. For some reason, his boss would wear jeans and a t-shirt but demand the highest standard of clothing from his personal assistant. Jermaine wasn’t even sure his boss owned a tie but he seemed to really get angry when Jermaine’s tie wasn’t done properly. He looked through the file again. Whatever his boss plans with this Aperamo Saifo, he did not think it was going to work. After watching him fight in the basement of a parking garage and leave his opponent a bloodied mess, lying face down on the cement – Jermaine knew there was something not right about this guy.
**knock, knock**
“Come in, come in”
“Mr. Myles, I have the paperwork for you”
“Ahh… young Jermaine, this is the greatest news I have had since hearing my ex-wife died!”
Jermaine hsn’t seen Terrance Myles so happy before. It was awkward.
“Alright, what are you waiting for? Hand it over boy.”
Jermaine hated being called “boy”, not just because he was 22 years old but because he was black and he was convinced that Terrance was racist. He handed it over and stood silently as he watched a smile come across Terrance’s face, it was the most sinister, sickening smile that he has ever seen.
“Jermaine, quickly get me Eric Dane on the phone, immediately”
…
Terrance watched Jermaine scatter out of his office like a bat out of hell. He thoroughly enjoyed watching the young man leap at his commands. He thought about possibly extending his contract for a while longer, but now that it looks like he will be back on the road again – he has no use for an assistant who can’t travel. He would offer Jermaine to travel with him but Terrance figured that Jermaine would chose school. “Pfff… school, what a waste of time,” Terrance said out loud.
He looked back at the folder and couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement again. He hasn’t had a client in so long and he missed the adrenaline that comes with standing in the ring and being hated by thousands staring at you. He wasn’t afraid of Aperamo’s temper – he knew how to manipulate monsters to do whatever he wanted. Terrance was a master manipulator. He could sell ice to an eskimo if he had to. That’s if he ever felt like torturing himself by talking to some northern brown-skinned eskimo. Saifo’s race wasn’t ideal, but with the latest surge of Samoan beasts thriving in the professional wrestling and fighting world – Terrance could look past that hindrance.
Terrance smiled again. He had the most dangerous man that Defiance Wrestling has ever seen in their squared circle. He had the man who would bring Terrance back to the place of glory that he always knew he should be at. Talent advisor of the hottest, most dangerous athletes to ever step foot in Defiance’s ring. He wasn’t just thinking world championships, he was thinking of how this could potentially change the entire industry.
People would look at Terrance and fear whatever creation he would think of next.
And it all starts with Aperamo Saifo.
Wrestler(s) Information
Ring Name: Aperamo Saifo
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 264
Hailing From: New Plymouth, New Zealand
Alignment: Heel
Gimmick: Aperamo will not speak often. He has a menacing stare. Terrance Myles is his manager, who has a egotistical, rich and confident persona.
Wrestling Style: Brawler
Three Weaknesses: Doesn’t do well against speed, high flying and not agile.
Three Strengths: Bruising strikes, crushing moves, high pain tolerance
MOVESET
Ten regular moveset moves:
1) Overhead belly-to-back suplex
2) Powerslam
3) Release german
4) Rear naked choke
5) Running powerbomb
6) Sleeper hold
7) Ankle lock
8) Fujiwara armbar
9) Multiple turnbuckle thrusts
10) Throat punch
2-5 trademark moves:
1) Superman punch
2) Samoan drop
3) Leaping clothesline
4) Kimura lock
5) Jumping spin kick
1 Finishing Move:
Iron Claw – Clawhold STO
Name: Mark Raymer
Email Address: markraymer@me.com
Best Way to Contact You: Forum PM or e-mail
eWrestling Experience: SCCW, Turbo Wrestling, New Era Wrestling, Ringside Wrestling… a bunch of other places in the past. Been out of the game for 5 years.
How did you find DEFIANCE? Google!
Are you willing to write matches? Yes
Writing Sample
Jermaine hasn’t enjoyed his job since day one. When he applied for the “personal assistant” position he figured that he was applying for a part-time job to help pay the bills while he finished College. Instead, his boss demanded more hours than there were in the day and never once commended his work. “Personal assistant my ass,” Jermaine though, “I’m basically his bitch”.
Get his coffee. Pay his cell phone bill. Get his suit dry cleaned.
Jermaine only knew that his boss was a “Talent Advisor”. He didn’t know what for – but he assumed that his boss wasn’t overly successful lately. No talent was coming through the office doors on the tenth floor on Spring Street in downtown Columbus, Ohio. It wasn’t until the text message he received three days ago that he even knew what talent his boss managed, or advised, or whatever the fuck he does.
Get me all the information on this man as soon as possible.
That is what the text said. An angry ex-con based out of Miami, Florida with a Samoan background and has been making cash under the table by fighting in parking garages. A flight to Miami, a terrifying meeting, a contract presented and torn in half, another contract printed and torn in half, a third contract printed and signed reluctantly and a full background check later and Jermaine was about to present his boss with a new professional wrestler.
Jermaine thought professional wrestling died when the Hulkster turned porn-actor. “It doesn’t matter,” Jermaine thought, “only 2 more weeks and this job is over”.
He stood at his boss’ door an adjusted his tie. For some reason, his boss would wear jeans and a t-shirt but demand the highest standard of clothing from his personal assistant. Jermaine wasn’t even sure his boss owned a tie but he seemed to really get angry when Jermaine’s tie wasn’t done properly. He looked through the file again. Whatever his boss plans with this Aperamo Saifo, he did not think it was going to work. After watching him fight in the basement of a parking garage and leave his opponent a bloodied mess, lying face down on the cement – Jermaine knew there was something not right about this guy.
**knock, knock**
“Come in, come in”
“Mr. Myles, I have the paperwork for you”
“Ahh… young Jermaine, this is the greatest news I have had since hearing my ex-wife died!”
Jermaine hsn’t seen Terrance Myles so happy before. It was awkward.
“Alright, what are you waiting for? Hand it over boy.”
Jermaine hated being called “boy”, not just because he was 22 years old but because he was black and he was convinced that Terrance was racist. He handed it over and stood silently as he watched a smile come across Terrance’s face, it was the most sinister, sickening smile that he has ever seen.
“Jermaine, quickly get me Eric Dane on the phone, immediately”
…
Terrance watched Jermaine scatter out of his office like a bat out of hell. He thoroughly enjoyed watching the young man leap at his commands. He thought about possibly extending his contract for a while longer, but now that it looks like he will be back on the road again – he has no use for an assistant who can’t travel. He would offer Jermaine to travel with him but Terrance figured that Jermaine would chose school. “Pfff… school, what a waste of time,” Terrance said out loud.
He looked back at the folder and couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement again. He hasn’t had a client in so long and he missed the adrenaline that comes with standing in the ring and being hated by thousands staring at you. He wasn’t afraid of Aperamo’s temper – he knew how to manipulate monsters to do whatever he wanted. Terrance was a master manipulator. He could sell ice to an eskimo if he had to. That’s if he ever felt like torturing himself by talking to some northern brown-skinned eskimo. Saifo’s race wasn’t ideal, but with the latest surge of Samoan beasts thriving in the professional wrestling and fighting world – Terrance could look past that hindrance.
Terrance smiled again. He had the most dangerous man that Defiance Wrestling has ever seen in their squared circle. He had the man who would bring Terrance back to the place of glory that he always knew he should be at. Talent advisor of the hottest, most dangerous athletes to ever step foot in Defiance’s ring. He wasn’t just thinking world championships, he was thinking of how this could potentially change the entire industry.
People would look at Terrance and fear whatever creation he would think of next.
And it all starts with Aperamo Saifo.
Wrestler(s) Information
Ring Name: Aperamo Saifo
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 264
Hailing From: New Plymouth, New Zealand
Alignment: Heel
Gimmick: Aperamo will not speak often. He has a menacing stare. Terrance Myles is his manager, who has a egotistical, rich and confident persona.
Wrestling Style: Brawler
Three Weaknesses: Doesn’t do well against speed, high flying and not agile.
Three Strengths: Bruising strikes, crushing moves, high pain tolerance
MOVESET
Ten regular moveset moves:
1) Overhead belly-to-back suplex
2) Powerslam
3) Release german
4) Rear naked choke
5) Running powerbomb
6) Sleeper hold
7) Ankle lock
8) Fujiwara armbar
9) Multiple turnbuckle thrusts
10) Throat punch
2-5 trademark moves:
1) Superman punch
2) Samoan drop
3) Leaping clothesline
4) Kimura lock
5) Jumping spin kick
1 Finishing Move:
Iron Claw – Clawhold STO
