Post by The Pac on Jul 29, 2012 19:55:34 GMT -5
Your Name: Adam Wiseman
Partner's Name: Tim Brownlee
Experience: Adam - 13 years
Tim - 5 years
E-Mail Address: Adam - DDaevain@aol.com
Tim - timmyb1567@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: n/a
AOL Instant Messenger: Adam - DDaevain
Yahoo Messenger: n/a
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Where did you find us?: Amy referred us to the fed.
Tag Team Information
Member 1: Adam Wiseman
Wrestler Name: The Devil Himself Dante Daevain
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 231 lbs.
Hometown: The First Heaven
Manager: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget w/ a Taco
Age: 26
Theme Music: "Painting" by Blindside
Pic Base: Nicolae Carpathia
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): All-Rounder, cheater
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): A silk off-white suit jacket, a silk off-white button down shirt with the top button un-buttoned and gold buttons, black leather belt with a golden belt buckle, off-white silk slacks and hand made Italian leather boots. On the left ring finger is a sturdy gold signet ring with an angelic hebrew message engraved upon it. Dante has silk jet black hair, shoulder length, Ice blue eyes, Fair skin with a little bit of tan that makes him look attractive to the eye, a small soul patch on his chin, Fairly built and pretty cut and attractive. Very well groomed.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): After removing the entrance attire, what is revealed is first a white sleeveless wrestling tank top with black trim. An angelic symbol, lettered in black, is in the middle of the tank top that means Light. The bottoms of the in ring attire that are revealed after the entrance are also white in nature. They connect in the middle much like Kevin Nash's wrestling attire did back in the day. Down the sides of the legs, in black angelic lettering, is written "Servant of The Light". As the lettering gets farther and farther down the leg, the lettering looks more like scribble until it reaches the boots. The bottoms are also trimmed in black. The wrestling boots are the same as the entrance, hand made Italian leather. After the wrestling attire is fully revealed, Dante Daevain will pull out two black grappling gloves from the coat that he was wearing and put them on for his match.
Entrance: The arena lights start completely off, pitch black. After a few short moments, bright white lights shine down upon the stage area in glorious fashion. As "Painting" by Blindside begins to play over the PA system, fire begins to light up along the entranceway ramp and along the stage area. Dante Daevain methodically makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them. In Dante's right hand is an apple. With a smooth, suave walk he begins to walk down to the ring with a carefree and confident look upon his face while the entraceway is still being lit up by fire. As Dante confidently makes his way to the ring, he chooses an audience member, a young member, and hands them the apple with a smirk on his face. Dante keeps that carefree and confident look upon his face until he reaches the ring and enters it. The entranceway and stage fire ceases at this time as Dante removes his entrance attire to reveal his wrestling attire. Once it is all revealed, a single white fire blast on all four ring corners happens that light up the area as all the lights then come back to normal.
Gimmick/Personality: In a basic sense, the gimmick is the human incarnate of Lucifer. What this entails is actions such as being alluring for sinister means, often deceitful yet handsomely adored. He would have a stylish form of cheating that would appeal to the crowd (i.e. like Eddie Guerrero) but crude and brutal when exhibiting force. If he knew that it would rile his opponent up, he would toy with them a bit during the match and fire them up. Weapons would definitely be used if the proper opportunity presented itself and after a loss he would probably attack after the match was finished in order to get a last laugh and to walk off in a smug fashion with a smirk on his face. He twists around ideal concepts to fit his own agenda.
Finishing Moves: Fall of Man (the Downward Spiral)
Signature Moves: Last Look to Heaven (Shoulder Neck Breaker)
The Great Equalizer (a Scorpion Deathdrop)
The Cleansing (a Scorpion Deathdrop Hold..no drop..just hold & crank)
Basic Moveset:
- Knee Drop(s) (anywhere to the body)
- Argentine Back Breaker
- Belly-to-Belly Brainbuster (similar to Montezuma's Revenge used by Konnan)
- Rib Breaker
- Gutwrench Powerbomb
- Corner Boot Face Rakes
- Back Drop Fallaway Slam
- Tilt-a-whirl Face First Slam
- Tossing Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex (a favorite)
- Shoulder Leg Breaker
- Forward Russian Leg Sweep
- Single Arm Powerbomb
- Eye-poke
- Shoulder Breaker
- Manhattan Drop
- Powerslam
- Kitchen Sink to Sternum
- Neck Crank
- Falling AND Reverse Suplex
- Sit Down Piledriver
- Wishbone Leg Splitter
- Death Valley Driver
- Falling Arm Breaker
- Arm Dragon Screw
- Shin Breaker
- Chops
Submission Holds:
- Knee Clip Bow-and-Arrow Lock (another favorite)
- Crucifix Armbar with Neck Submission
- Cross Knee Back Breaker Hold
- Step Over Face Lock
- Nerve Hold w/ Armbar
Member 2:Tim Brownlee
Wrestler Name: The Phantom
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 250 lbs.
Hometown: New Orleans, LA
Manager: David The Retarded Barbed Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco
Age: 27
Theme Music: "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica
Pic Base: The Great Sasuke
Style: Hardcore Submission Specialist, High Flyer
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Casual: wears blue jeans with polo shirts off white, black wife beaters. Gym attire consists of black gym shorts and black wife beater. He always wears his mask which is a cloth version of Oroku Saki's mask.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Silver long tights and the mask mentioned above. Silver boots with Phantom written in calligraphy on the rear.
Entrance: The lights go dark. Suddenly an explosion is heard and fire lights up the arena. When the explosion dies down the first notes of Nothing Else Matters plays in the arena. The Phantom, wearing his ring attire, comes out slowly. He spreads out his arms in adoration of the crowd. As he's slowly makes his way down to the ring, he hands out tracts about the Love of Money to the crowd earning some extra approval. The Phantom climbs in the ring and immediately goes for a turnbuckle and spreads out his arms. He gets off the turnbuckle and prepares for the match.
Gimmick: Sadao Munemori was born to Japanese immigrants in New Orleans, Louisiana, working on his father's shrimping boat for most of his childhood, he was taught the importance of hard work and sacrifice. His love for wrestling started as a child and only intensified as he grew older and he met his long time friend Dante Daevan. His father did not approve of his son's love for wrestling and did his best to push him away and discourage it. Sadao's father and mother pushed him to become a successful student where he graduated saluatorian from his local high school. He went on to Louisiana State University where he obtained a master's degree in Hotel and Restaurant management. Against his father's wishes, he pursued wrestling as a side hobby with his friend Dante Daevain for a time until the day Sadao's father died. At the time he was competing under the name The Dragon, being such a Ricky Steamboat fan as a boy. When his father died, Sadao left the wrestling business and enrolled into a Catholic Seminary where he graduated with a Doctorate in Psychology and Family Counseling and not long after that became a priest. A few years later, he was visited by one known as the Prophet who called him back to the wrestling business under the name The Phantom. Soon after, he was approached by another individual who also called him back, this man's name was none other than the Devil Himself Dante Daevain. Burning his robes and renouncing his vows, the Phantom left the priesthood and has devoted himself to his one true love, wrestling.
Finishing Moves: IN CONFESSION (a Crucifix Armbar)
The Moment of Silence (Reverse Twisting Neckbreaker)
Signature Moves: In Nomine Patris (a 450 Splash)
Reconciliation (Leg Triangle)
Basic Moveset:
- Martial arts punches
- kicks
- spring board body block
- superkick
- drop kick
- planchas
- flying knee to turnbuckle
- hand chops to chest
- DDT
- forearms
- flying forearms
- leg drop
- guillotine leg drop
- splashes
- leg lock
- choke holds
Tag Team
Tag Team Name: The Pac
Heel/Face Status: Tweeners (but the crowd loves us regardless.)
Associates: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget w/ a Taco
Brief Bio: Dante and Phantom are childhood friends who have the ability to annoy the crap out of each other. Each would, supposedly, give their life for the other...but the committee is still out debating on that one. Together as The Pac, we are everything DX wishes they could be.
Double Team Finishers: "Not Your Day" - Powerbomb-Double Knee Backbreaker Combo (Dante Powerbombs and Phantom does the Double-Knee Backbreaker.)
Double Team Moves:
- The World's Biggest Headache Combination Dropkick into Russian Leg Sweep
- The Feat (Feet) of Foot (a Double Superkick to the Head)
- Low-High Clothesline
- Face-First Russian Leg Sweep
- Double Gutbuster
- Double Toss Out of the Ring
Tag Team Entrance Theme: The Wolfpac Theme
Entrance Description : (**We prefer this entrance as a team over individual entrances.**)
The lights of the arena go completely out. The Wolfpac Theme hits the PA system with the wolf howling as colorful pyros go off. Out from the backstage curtain steps The Devil Himself Dante Daevain, his partner The Phantom, and their lovable and quite famous manager Sir David the Midget. Sir David is wearing a simple Pac T-shirt and blue jeans with his legs wrapped in barbed-wire and seen carrying the money box that Dante and Phantom use for their Foundation. Sir David begins to wander off towards the side of the entrance stage but Phantom manages to catch him before he walks clear off the edge.
The Devil Himself begins to make his way down the entrance way ramp slowly as he pulls out a wad of money from his pocket, walking from one side to the other handing out crisp one-hundred dollar bills. Lagging behind are both Phantom and Sir David. Sir David is waddling down both sides of the entranceway holding out the money box, obviously wanting people to place donations inside. A fan decides to contribute as David approaches them, but is much too short to collect. Having a bit of a laugh, Phantom sees this and decides to help Sir David by giving him a boost so that he can properly receive the generous donation. After putting David down and him going about his merry way with the moneybox, Phantom tags behind and begins to procure some of the crisp one-hundred dollar bills from the people that Dante handed them to...and places them inside of the Foundation box. As he walks along, Phantom also begins to hand out small suckers to some of the children along the entranceway, while still taking some, not all, of the one-hundred dollar bills that Dante continues to hand out. Sir David, irate at not being given a sucker, steals three or four of them right from Phantom as Dante has finished handing out his money. After distributing and collecting money, Dante and Phantom both enter the ring and begin to throw suckers out into the screaming crowd. When all of the suckers are gone, Dante and Phantom remove their entrance attire to reveal their ring attire. Dante pulls his grappling gloves out of his suit jacket before giving it to the ringside assistant and putting on the gloves. Dante and Phantom both stand ready to entertain.
David's Information
Name: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with A Taco
Nicknames: Sir David
Messianic Midget
The Marvelous Midget
David the Destroyer
Midget Meister
Midget Love Machine
The Deadly Dwarf
David The Midget
Incredible Imp
Midget Maestro
Pint-Sized Powerhouse
Barbed-Wire Brawler
Abridged Ass-Kicker
Taco King
The Tiny Terror
Maniac Midget
The Great Gimpy Midget
Height: 3 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 90 Lbs.
Hometown: Laurel, Mississippi
Age: 28
Theme Music: Let's Get Retarded - Black Eyed Peas
Pic Base: Midget Monkey
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Style: Retarded but a force of destruction when properly propositioned.
Detailed Description: David has brown eyes, dusty looking hair, always goes around with his tongue out gnawing on it out of boredom..at least we think it's boredom...There is no telling what he will wear at any given time..he's retarded...
Status: Major Face.
Finisher: Total Pwnage
Here is a reference to the move because we can't describe it:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf_qxnVAjGg
Signature Moves: Midget Onslaught - Gnawing on The Leg
Mid-Card Midget Splash - Springboard 450 Splash from the ropes
Midget Kick to the shins - Superkick to the shins/knees
Mouth Soap Massacre - A Midget Teabag
Aluminum Foil Fiasco - Punch to the balls
Knee-High Blur - An off-the-ropes tackle to the knees
**David carries around an aluminum foil bat of doom...
Ashley's Information
Name: Ashley Jenkins
Nickname: The Daughter of Death, Jynx
Height: 5 ft. 5 in.
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hometown: Spurbury, Vermont
Age: 24
Theme Music: Candlemass - Marche Funebre
Pic Base:
Style: Straight Brawler
Detailed Description: Nice and slender with just the right amount of meat on her in all the right places. Her hind end is firm but grab-able, and her arms are fit but not too toned. She has black hair that flows silky smooth past her shoulders three inches and her face is flawlessly stunning to behold. Ashley has rare violet colored eyes. She has a red and black butterfly with devil horns tattoo on the right of her neck a-la Abby. Multiple piercings in her ears. Ashley always wears a choker style necklace of an onyx Akan symbol of the death god.
Status: Tweener like Dante but adored by the crowds.
Finisher: Ryot (an Evenflow DDT)
Brief Bio:
Details about Ashley's childhood are very sketchy at best. What is known upon graduation from her home school program, she pursued her initial passion - music. Playing bass in various bands, as well as working as a roadie, she developed a reputation as a reserved but talented musician who let few people close to her. Introduced through a friend to professional wrestling, Ashley then turned her interests and eventually found a job with Dante Daevain after answering an ad in the newspaper. Her interests include music (bass and piano), archery, playing chess, and is an avid fan of the Delaware Blue Hens....and Joe Flacco.
Sample RP (Required):
"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."
"You are your own worst enemy. This old cliche couldn't be any more true. Your mind must be killing you. It is time to let it all out."
On the eve of Madness there is still work to be done. Evil never sleeps...except in the hearts of men, but that's another story. On a semi-nice day in New Orleans, Dante Daevain is taking a leisure stroll. Wearing his patented fine off-white silk suit, hand made Italian leather shoes, and some simple Ray-Band sunglasses Dante soon spots his destination. Our Lady of The Redemption church seems to be the destination that Dante seeks...After reaching the steps of the church, Dante stops and looks up at the very ornate architecture, admiring the work. Dante finally stops procrastinating and ascends the steps of the church. Upon opening the doors, silence is all that can be heard. Taking off his sunglasses, Dante briefly looks around at some of the beautifully hand-crafted decorations. Off at the front of the church, Dante spots Gregory Davidson already making himself at home...drinking his fill of the Holy Water. Greg notices Dante.
Greg (lowering his cup) : "Dante! You're very late! I was really starting to think that you weren't coming!"
*Dante casually waves off Greg as he spots the confessional and makes his way towards the booth. After entering the confessional, Dante removes his suit jacket and something from its inside pocket and sets it down. After taking his seat, Dante casually lights up a Cuban cigar and begins puffing on its goodness. Soon after, Dante hears a shuffling as a priest enters the other side of the confessional. Dante looks at his watch.*
Dante: "You're late."
*The priest is startled though he's not sure at what is more surprising, the fact that the man has the audacity to say he is late or the fact that the aroma of cigar smoke now permeates his confessional*
Priest: *coughs* apologies.
*Dante shuffle kicks his feet up and relaxes*
Dante: "Now, what do I say here..."
*Dante monkingly thinks*
Dante: "Oh yeah!"
*Dante clears his throat*
Dante: "Forgive me....Father, For I have sinned."
*The priest, now puzzled, recognizes the man's voice but cannot remember who it is.
Priest: Confess your sins to me.
Dante (taking a puff on his cigar) : "Well, you see, it all started like this...there was this girl..rather a ditz if you ask me...she had very little common sense for herself and only knew of what she was told...long story short, we met...words were exchanged, promises may or may not have been made...fruit was offered...everyone got screwed..."
Priest (under his breath) : This is going to be a long day...
Dante: "...Should I have gotten her number, Father?"
Priest: It seems to me that you always seem to have mine, Dante.
Dante: "...please, Father...You're not my type."
*Dante puffs his cigar and then flicks some ashes.*
Priest: Now do I have to listen to your entire twisted version of mankind or are you going to tell me what you're REALLY here for?
Dante: "If you insist...At least you remembered my name, unlike so many others..."
Priest: I know more than just your name Dante. We have much between us which, I would like to believe, leads you here to my parish permeating my confessional with the smoke of a very expensive Cuban cigar.
Dante: "You want one? I brought a few. By the way, did you say hello to Greg on your way in?"
Priest: Greg? I thought he was dead.
Dante: "In the same way that people thought YOU were dead? Did you really think you were so lucky to be the only one?...Sadao, I've come for you."
Sadao: Dante. Im still dead. I've been dead. I've always been dead. So, at least, I know what you want...
Dante: "...You were dead long before I got my hands on you, Sadao."
Sadao: And yet you killed me. Why?
*Dante takes another puff of his cigar.*
Dante: "I think it was Mr. Smee that called it...an apostophe. Did you have one of those, Sadao?"
Sadao: Dante stop playing games with me. What are you here for? What do you want from me?
Dante: "It's only a game if the other party plays along. But since you want to poop on my party...here's the deal: your services...for the clearing of your conscience and lifting of your burdens."
Sadao: Dante you're an agent of pure evil. Clear my conscience? Lift my burdens? You, of all people, should know that a dead man is free of the things which you speak of...
*Dante drops his cigar and steps on it to put it completely out. Dante leaves the cigar where it lay.*
Dante: "I AM pure evil. Evil that can feed the chaos inside that broken shell of yours...give you substance...fulfillment. Your search for those things can end right now..if you so choose."
Sadao: I seek truth Dante. You mock and desecrate the House of God by your presence here. The Father of Lies confessing his lies is a contradiction that can only come from the Father of Lies.
Dante: "Is that so much different than a 'man of God' like you...living a lie?"
Sadao: I am a man of God...And this is the House of God.
Dante: "Lies. All lies. Do you really think that I, of all people, can't spot a lie? Come now, Sadao...I seek those searching for higher purpose than this."
Sadao: What purpose do you offer me?
Dante: "Just what I have said..fulfillment. Gold, glory...none of that matters to you now. You are above such things. You know this. You seek substance for your existence."
Sadao: Substance that you can obviously provide?
Dante: "Substance that you can provide for yourself..if you but follow."
Sadao: Follow you? I don't know if you care to notice, Dante, but my service and substance and fulfillment have been given to me in service to Our...or better yet MY Lady.
Dante: "You call this substance? This? Fulfillment? You truly are dead if you believe THIS to be substance. You know there is more than what THIS is giving you."
Sadao: ...Dante. The one you seek is truly dead. You should know this. It ended at your hand by your word.
Dante: "I have already told you..you were dead long before I arrived. Why can you not accept this?"
Sadao: What I cannot accept, Dante, is the fact that you are now requesting the services of a man who's life you tried to end.
Dante: "What is light without dark? Right without left? What is goodness without the option to be evil?"
Sadao: Where are you going with this Dante?
Dante: "...Only to a place where you are long overdue."
Sadao: ....and where is that may I ask?
Dante: "Take your rightful place at the side of The Devil Himself. Fulfill your life. Your true ambitions. No one will hinder you."
Sadao: Is it possible that the Fathers of Lies speaks the truth?
Dante: "Why don't you use that free will you were so graciously given and decide for yourself?"
Sadao: Follow me.
*Sadao the Priest and Dante leave the confessional and walk toward the sanctuary towards the altar. Dante looks at Greg and calls him over and whispers something in his ear. Greg runs off and comes back with a can of gasoline. He sets it beside Sadao. Sadao with a look of familiarity regards Greg and shakes his hand. Sadao disrobes and reveals an Armani suit. Greg looks at him wide eyed.*
Sadao: Twas a gift.
Greg: "Ahhhhhhh.... "
*Sadao takes his robes and spreads them all over the altar. Taking the can of gasoline he proceeds to pour it all over the altar and walking back to the entrance pouring a gas trail behind him. He beckons Dante and Greg over to him.*
Sadao: Greg, a light?
*Greg reaches into his pockets to pull out his Zippo lighter. Sadao takes the lighter and offers it to Dante.*
Sadao: Care to do the honors my friend?
Dante: "No way. This one I have to see myself."
Sadao: Very well.
*Sadao lights the lighter and throws it on the ground in front of him as the flames light up the trail and soon engulf the altar.*
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*As the trio of Dante, Greg and Phantom leave the Our Lady of The Redemption church...and it's burning altar, they are unconveniently met by a traveling eWa camera crew. Dante and company delay their departure to Baton Rouge to humor the crew. With Madness approaching in mere hours, the crew begs Dante to give his final thoughts.*
"Final thoughts? Why must I induldge anyone with final thoughts on the events of tonight? Maybe because it's fun? Or maybe because people that should pay attention just don't listen. Or maybe it's simply because I enjoy pissing people off every time I speak. Whatever the reason, I must present my final thoughts.
Punk, there were bets going on in the back on whether or not you would be dumb enough to open your mouth one more time before tonight. I almost lost that bet, but because you managed to once again do what everyone else expects you to do, I've become five-grand richer...and for that I thank you.
....I couldn't help but notice that you've developed quite a temper concering tonight's match at Madness. So much so that you sound like a 'special' kid doped up on sedatives with drool running down your mouth. Be careful, Punk. I warned you that heated passion will only get you into trouble...but, of course, you've managed to get yourself into enough trouble with just your words. Why, oh why, must you continue to lie to yourself, to me, to the fans, and to the compay that you're the best, you're going to do this, you're going to prove that...blah, blah, blah. Punk, you can proclaim that you've done all of these different things to 'prove' your worth in this company...yet, after carefully scrutinizing your 'prestigious' accomplishments...they are all for naught because toddlers, grandmothers, midgets, ferrets, cats, dogs...you name it...they can all do those very same things, albeit probably better than you ever did, and with probably half the effort..."
"...Quit tooting your own horn, Punk. You're not the better man, despite anything you say. All you've proven, like so many fools in this company before you..is that you can talk and talk and talk. That's it. Nothing more. I know that ruffles your feathers, Punk. But it's true. You've proven absolutely nothing. End of story.
Tonight, at Madness, you're going to get what's coming to you, Punk. You're going to get that rude awakening you've desperately needed for so many months. You're going to get a dose of Reality that you are nothing. You're going to get a hellish beating that you've never experienced before in the middle of that ring. You'll bleed. You'll cry. You'll beg for mercy...mercy you won't receive. And at the end of your night, you'll wonder what all went wrong. What you'll realize, Punk, is that you went wrong by opening your mouth against The Devil Himself. When you fail to best The Devil Himself tonight at Madness, you will only have yourself to blame...and I hope to everything unholy that you do. Then, and only then, you might learn.
Just like you, your record lies, Punk. You've not lost since you came back...big deal. I used to know someone just like you...named Adam Syndal. Thought he was the very best thing to happen to the wrestling industry. Never lost a match in his first three months. He was on a roll. Then he met The Devil Himself. You know what happened to him? He fell from that mountain of self-conceit. He failed in his quest of being the best. He never once stepped into that ring and beat me...just like you, Punk. You're not going to beat The Devil Himself tonight. You won't win. Can it get any more simple than that? Enjoy the Madness as it unfolds."
*Dante fetches his Ray-Bands from his coat that he's carrying and puts them on. Dante, Gregory Davidson, and Phantom all converge on a brand new Escalade and get inside. The scene slowly fades out to black as the three drive away towards Baton Rouge.*
Partner's Name: Tim Brownlee
Experience: Adam - 13 years
Tim - 5 years
E-Mail Address: Adam - DDaevain@aol.com
Tim - timmyb1567@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: n/a
AOL Instant Messenger: Adam - DDaevain
Yahoo Messenger: n/a
Other Messenger: n/a
Where did you find us?: Amy referred us to the fed.
Tag Team Information
Member 1: Adam Wiseman
Wrestler Name: The Devil Himself Dante Daevain
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 231 lbs.
Hometown: The First Heaven
Manager: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget w/ a Taco
Age: 26
Theme Music: "Painting" by Blindside
Pic Base: Nicolae Carpathia
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): All-Rounder, cheater
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): A silk off-white suit jacket, a silk off-white button down shirt with the top button un-buttoned and gold buttons, black leather belt with a golden belt buckle, off-white silk slacks and hand made Italian leather boots. On the left ring finger is a sturdy gold signet ring with an angelic hebrew message engraved upon it. Dante has silk jet black hair, shoulder length, Ice blue eyes, Fair skin with a little bit of tan that makes him look attractive to the eye, a small soul patch on his chin, Fairly built and pretty cut and attractive. Very well groomed.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): After removing the entrance attire, what is revealed is first a white sleeveless wrestling tank top with black trim. An angelic symbol, lettered in black, is in the middle of the tank top that means Light. The bottoms of the in ring attire that are revealed after the entrance are also white in nature. They connect in the middle much like Kevin Nash's wrestling attire did back in the day. Down the sides of the legs, in black angelic lettering, is written "Servant of The Light". As the lettering gets farther and farther down the leg, the lettering looks more like scribble until it reaches the boots. The bottoms are also trimmed in black. The wrestling boots are the same as the entrance, hand made Italian leather. After the wrestling attire is fully revealed, Dante Daevain will pull out two black grappling gloves from the coat that he was wearing and put them on for his match.
Entrance: The arena lights start completely off, pitch black. After a few short moments, bright white lights shine down upon the stage area in glorious fashion. As "Painting" by Blindside begins to play over the PA system, fire begins to light up along the entranceway ramp and along the stage area. Dante Daevain methodically makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them. In Dante's right hand is an apple. With a smooth, suave walk he begins to walk down to the ring with a carefree and confident look upon his face while the entraceway is still being lit up by fire. As Dante confidently makes his way to the ring, he chooses an audience member, a young member, and hands them the apple with a smirk on his face. Dante keeps that carefree and confident look upon his face until he reaches the ring and enters it. The entranceway and stage fire ceases at this time as Dante removes his entrance attire to reveal his wrestling attire. Once it is all revealed, a single white fire blast on all four ring corners happens that light up the area as all the lights then come back to normal.
Gimmick/Personality: In a basic sense, the gimmick is the human incarnate of Lucifer. What this entails is actions such as being alluring for sinister means, often deceitful yet handsomely adored. He would have a stylish form of cheating that would appeal to the crowd (i.e. like Eddie Guerrero) but crude and brutal when exhibiting force. If he knew that it would rile his opponent up, he would toy with them a bit during the match and fire them up. Weapons would definitely be used if the proper opportunity presented itself and after a loss he would probably attack after the match was finished in order to get a last laugh and to walk off in a smug fashion with a smirk on his face. He twists around ideal concepts to fit his own agenda.
Finishing Moves: Fall of Man (the Downward Spiral)
Signature Moves: Last Look to Heaven (Shoulder Neck Breaker)
The Great Equalizer (a Scorpion Deathdrop)
The Cleansing (a Scorpion Deathdrop Hold..no drop..just hold & crank)
Basic Moveset:
- Knee Drop(s) (anywhere to the body)
- Argentine Back Breaker
- Belly-to-Belly Brainbuster (similar to Montezuma's Revenge used by Konnan)
- Rib Breaker
- Gutwrench Powerbomb
- Corner Boot Face Rakes
- Back Drop Fallaway Slam
- Tilt-a-whirl Face First Slam
- Tossing Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex (a favorite)
- Shoulder Leg Breaker
- Forward Russian Leg Sweep
- Single Arm Powerbomb
- Eye-poke
- Shoulder Breaker
- Manhattan Drop
- Powerslam
- Kitchen Sink to Sternum
- Neck Crank
- Falling AND Reverse Suplex
- Sit Down Piledriver
- Wishbone Leg Splitter
- Death Valley Driver
- Falling Arm Breaker
- Arm Dragon Screw
- Shin Breaker
- Chops
Submission Holds:
- Knee Clip Bow-and-Arrow Lock (another favorite)
- Crucifix Armbar with Neck Submission
- Cross Knee Back Breaker Hold
- Step Over Face Lock
- Nerve Hold w/ Armbar
Member 2:Tim Brownlee
Wrestler Name: The Phantom
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 250 lbs.
Hometown: New Orleans, LA
Manager: David The Retarded Barbed Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco
Age: 27
Theme Music: "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica
Pic Base: The Great Sasuke
Style: Hardcore Submission Specialist, High Flyer
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Casual: wears blue jeans with polo shirts off white, black wife beaters. Gym attire consists of black gym shorts and black wife beater. He always wears his mask which is a cloth version of Oroku Saki's mask.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Silver long tights and the mask mentioned above. Silver boots with Phantom written in calligraphy on the rear.
Entrance: The lights go dark. Suddenly an explosion is heard and fire lights up the arena. When the explosion dies down the first notes of Nothing Else Matters plays in the arena. The Phantom, wearing his ring attire, comes out slowly. He spreads out his arms in adoration of the crowd. As he's slowly makes his way down to the ring, he hands out tracts about the Love of Money to the crowd earning some extra approval. The Phantom climbs in the ring and immediately goes for a turnbuckle and spreads out his arms. He gets off the turnbuckle and prepares for the match.
Gimmick: Sadao Munemori was born to Japanese immigrants in New Orleans, Louisiana, working on his father's shrimping boat for most of his childhood, he was taught the importance of hard work and sacrifice. His love for wrestling started as a child and only intensified as he grew older and he met his long time friend Dante Daevan. His father did not approve of his son's love for wrestling and did his best to push him away and discourage it. Sadao's father and mother pushed him to become a successful student where he graduated saluatorian from his local high school. He went on to Louisiana State University where he obtained a master's degree in Hotel and Restaurant management. Against his father's wishes, he pursued wrestling as a side hobby with his friend Dante Daevain for a time until the day Sadao's father died. At the time he was competing under the name The Dragon, being such a Ricky Steamboat fan as a boy. When his father died, Sadao left the wrestling business and enrolled into a Catholic Seminary where he graduated with a Doctorate in Psychology and Family Counseling and not long after that became a priest. A few years later, he was visited by one known as the Prophet who called him back to the wrestling business under the name The Phantom. Soon after, he was approached by another individual who also called him back, this man's name was none other than the Devil Himself Dante Daevain. Burning his robes and renouncing his vows, the Phantom left the priesthood and has devoted himself to his one true love, wrestling.
Finishing Moves: IN CONFESSION (a Crucifix Armbar)
The Moment of Silence (Reverse Twisting Neckbreaker)
Signature Moves: In Nomine Patris (a 450 Splash)
Reconciliation (Leg Triangle)
Basic Moveset:
- Martial arts punches
- kicks
- spring board body block
- superkick
- drop kick
- planchas
- flying knee to turnbuckle
- hand chops to chest
- DDT
- forearms
- flying forearms
- leg drop
- guillotine leg drop
- splashes
- leg lock
- choke holds
Tag Team
Tag Team Name: The Pac
Heel/Face Status: Tweeners (but the crowd loves us regardless.)
Associates: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget w/ a Taco
Brief Bio: Dante and Phantom are childhood friends who have the ability to annoy the crap out of each other. Each would, supposedly, give their life for the other...but the committee is still out debating on that one. Together as The Pac, we are everything DX wishes they could be.
Double Team Finishers: "Not Your Day" - Powerbomb-Double Knee Backbreaker Combo (Dante Powerbombs and Phantom does the Double-Knee Backbreaker.)
Double Team Moves:
- The World's Biggest Headache Combination Dropkick into Russian Leg Sweep
- The Feat (Feet) of Foot (a Double Superkick to the Head)
- Low-High Clothesline
- Face-First Russian Leg Sweep
- Double Gutbuster
- Double Toss Out of the Ring
Tag Team Entrance Theme: The Wolfpac Theme
Entrance Description : (**We prefer this entrance as a team over individual entrances.**)
The lights of the arena go completely out. The Wolfpac Theme hits the PA system with the wolf howling as colorful pyros go off. Out from the backstage curtain steps The Devil Himself Dante Daevain, his partner The Phantom, and their lovable and quite famous manager Sir David the Midget. Sir David is wearing a simple Pac T-shirt and blue jeans with his legs wrapped in barbed-wire and seen carrying the money box that Dante and Phantom use for their Foundation. Sir David begins to wander off towards the side of the entrance stage but Phantom manages to catch him before he walks clear off the edge.
The Devil Himself begins to make his way down the entrance way ramp slowly as he pulls out a wad of money from his pocket, walking from one side to the other handing out crisp one-hundred dollar bills. Lagging behind are both Phantom and Sir David. Sir David is waddling down both sides of the entranceway holding out the money box, obviously wanting people to place donations inside. A fan decides to contribute as David approaches them, but is much too short to collect. Having a bit of a laugh, Phantom sees this and decides to help Sir David by giving him a boost so that he can properly receive the generous donation. After putting David down and him going about his merry way with the moneybox, Phantom tags behind and begins to procure some of the crisp one-hundred dollar bills from the people that Dante handed them to...and places them inside of the Foundation box. As he walks along, Phantom also begins to hand out small suckers to some of the children along the entranceway, while still taking some, not all, of the one-hundred dollar bills that Dante continues to hand out. Sir David, irate at not being given a sucker, steals three or four of them right from Phantom as Dante has finished handing out his money. After distributing and collecting money, Dante and Phantom both enter the ring and begin to throw suckers out into the screaming crowd. When all of the suckers are gone, Dante and Phantom remove their entrance attire to reveal their ring attire. Dante pulls his grappling gloves out of his suit jacket before giving it to the ringside assistant and putting on the gloves. Dante and Phantom both stand ready to entertain.
David's Information
Name: David The Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with A Taco
Nicknames: Sir David
Messianic Midget
The Marvelous Midget
David the Destroyer
Midget Meister
Midget Love Machine
The Deadly Dwarf
David The Midget
Incredible Imp
Midget Maestro
Pint-Sized Powerhouse
Barbed-Wire Brawler
Abridged Ass-Kicker
Taco King
The Tiny Terror
Maniac Midget
The Great Gimpy Midget
Height: 3 Feet 6 Inches
Weight: 90 Lbs.
Hometown: Laurel, Mississippi
Age: 28
Theme Music: Let's Get Retarded - Black Eyed Peas
Pic Base: Midget Monkey
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Style: Retarded but a force of destruction when properly propositioned.
Detailed Description: David has brown eyes, dusty looking hair, always goes around with his tongue out gnawing on it out of boredom..at least we think it's boredom...There is no telling what he will wear at any given time..he's retarded...
Status: Major Face.
Finisher: Total Pwnage
Here is a reference to the move because we can't describe it:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf_qxnVAjGg
Signature Moves: Midget Onslaught - Gnawing on The Leg
Mid-Card Midget Splash - Springboard 450 Splash from the ropes
Midget Kick to the shins - Superkick to the shins/knees
Mouth Soap Massacre - A Midget Teabag
Aluminum Foil Fiasco - Punch to the balls
Knee-High Blur - An off-the-ropes tackle to the knees
**David carries around an aluminum foil bat of doom...
Ashley's Information
Name: Ashley Jenkins
Nickname: The Daughter of Death, Jynx
Height: 5 ft. 5 in.
Weight: 125 lbs.
Hometown: Spurbury, Vermont
Age: 24
Theme Music: Candlemass - Marche Funebre
Pic Base:
Style: Straight Brawler
Detailed Description: Nice and slender with just the right amount of meat on her in all the right places. Her hind end is firm but grab-able, and her arms are fit but not too toned. She has black hair that flows silky smooth past her shoulders three inches and her face is flawlessly stunning to behold. Ashley has rare violet colored eyes. She has a red and black butterfly with devil horns tattoo on the right of her neck a-la Abby. Multiple piercings in her ears. Ashley always wears a choker style necklace of an onyx Akan symbol of the death god.
Status: Tweener like Dante but adored by the crowds.
Finisher: Ryot (an Evenflow DDT)
Brief Bio:
Details about Ashley's childhood are very sketchy at best. What is known upon graduation from her home school program, she pursued her initial passion - music. Playing bass in various bands, as well as working as a roadie, she developed a reputation as a reserved but talented musician who let few people close to her. Introduced through a friend to professional wrestling, Ashley then turned her interests and eventually found a job with Dante Daevain after answering an ad in the newspaper. Her interests include music (bass and piano), archery, playing chess, and is an avid fan of the Delaware Blue Hens....and Joe Flacco.
Sample RP (Required):
"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."
"You are your own worst enemy. This old cliche couldn't be any more true. Your mind must be killing you. It is time to let it all out."
On the eve of Madness there is still work to be done. Evil never sleeps...except in the hearts of men, but that's another story. On a semi-nice day in New Orleans, Dante Daevain is taking a leisure stroll. Wearing his patented fine off-white silk suit, hand made Italian leather shoes, and some simple Ray-Band sunglasses Dante soon spots his destination. Our Lady of The Redemption church seems to be the destination that Dante seeks...After reaching the steps of the church, Dante stops and looks up at the very ornate architecture, admiring the work. Dante finally stops procrastinating and ascends the steps of the church. Upon opening the doors, silence is all that can be heard. Taking off his sunglasses, Dante briefly looks around at some of the beautifully hand-crafted decorations. Off at the front of the church, Dante spots Gregory Davidson already making himself at home...drinking his fill of the Holy Water. Greg notices Dante.
Greg (lowering his cup) : "Dante! You're very late! I was really starting to think that you weren't coming!"
*Dante casually waves off Greg as he spots the confessional and makes his way towards the booth. After entering the confessional, Dante removes his suit jacket and something from its inside pocket and sets it down. After taking his seat, Dante casually lights up a Cuban cigar and begins puffing on its goodness. Soon after, Dante hears a shuffling as a priest enters the other side of the confessional. Dante looks at his watch.*
Dante: "You're late."
*The priest is startled though he's not sure at what is more surprising, the fact that the man has the audacity to say he is late or the fact that the aroma of cigar smoke now permeates his confessional*
Priest: *coughs* apologies.
*Dante shuffle kicks his feet up and relaxes*
Dante: "Now, what do I say here..."
*Dante monkingly thinks*
Dante: "Oh yeah!"
*Dante clears his throat*
Dante: "Forgive me....Father, For I have sinned."
*The priest, now puzzled, recognizes the man's voice but cannot remember who it is.
Priest: Confess your sins to me.
Dante (taking a puff on his cigar) : "Well, you see, it all started like this...there was this girl..rather a ditz if you ask me...she had very little common sense for herself and only knew of what she was told...long story short, we met...words were exchanged, promises may or may not have been made...fruit was offered...everyone got screwed..."
Priest (under his breath) : This is going to be a long day...
Dante: "...Should I have gotten her number, Father?"
Priest: It seems to me that you always seem to have mine, Dante.
Dante: "...please, Father...You're not my type."
*Dante puffs his cigar and then flicks some ashes.*
Priest: Now do I have to listen to your entire twisted version of mankind or are you going to tell me what you're REALLY here for?
Dante: "If you insist...At least you remembered my name, unlike so many others..."
Priest: I know more than just your name Dante. We have much between us which, I would like to believe, leads you here to my parish permeating my confessional with the smoke of a very expensive Cuban cigar.
Dante: "You want one? I brought a few. By the way, did you say hello to Greg on your way in?"
Priest: Greg? I thought he was dead.
Dante: "In the same way that people thought YOU were dead? Did you really think you were so lucky to be the only one?...Sadao, I've come for you."
Sadao: Dante. Im still dead. I've been dead. I've always been dead. So, at least, I know what you want...
Dante: "...You were dead long before I got my hands on you, Sadao."
Sadao: And yet you killed me. Why?
*Dante takes another puff of his cigar.*
Dante: "I think it was Mr. Smee that called it...an apostophe. Did you have one of those, Sadao?"
Sadao: Dante stop playing games with me. What are you here for? What do you want from me?
Dante: "It's only a game if the other party plays along. But since you want to poop on my party...here's the deal: your services...for the clearing of your conscience and lifting of your burdens."
Sadao: Dante you're an agent of pure evil. Clear my conscience? Lift my burdens? You, of all people, should know that a dead man is free of the things which you speak of...
*Dante drops his cigar and steps on it to put it completely out. Dante leaves the cigar where it lay.*
Dante: "I AM pure evil. Evil that can feed the chaos inside that broken shell of yours...give you substance...fulfillment. Your search for those things can end right now..if you so choose."
Sadao: I seek truth Dante. You mock and desecrate the House of God by your presence here. The Father of Lies confessing his lies is a contradiction that can only come from the Father of Lies.
Dante: "Is that so much different than a 'man of God' like you...living a lie?"
Sadao: I am a man of God...And this is the House of God.
Dante: "Lies. All lies. Do you really think that I, of all people, can't spot a lie? Come now, Sadao...I seek those searching for higher purpose than this."
Sadao: What purpose do you offer me?
Dante: "Just what I have said..fulfillment. Gold, glory...none of that matters to you now. You are above such things. You know this. You seek substance for your existence."
Sadao: Substance that you can obviously provide?
Dante: "Substance that you can provide for yourself..if you but follow."
Sadao: Follow you? I don't know if you care to notice, Dante, but my service and substance and fulfillment have been given to me in service to Our...or better yet MY Lady.
Dante: "You call this substance? This? Fulfillment? You truly are dead if you believe THIS to be substance. You know there is more than what THIS is giving you."
Sadao: ...Dante. The one you seek is truly dead. You should know this. It ended at your hand by your word.
Dante: "I have already told you..you were dead long before I arrived. Why can you not accept this?"
Sadao: What I cannot accept, Dante, is the fact that you are now requesting the services of a man who's life you tried to end.
Dante: "What is light without dark? Right without left? What is goodness without the option to be evil?"
Sadao: Where are you going with this Dante?
Dante: "...Only to a place where you are long overdue."
Sadao: ....and where is that may I ask?
Dante: "Take your rightful place at the side of The Devil Himself. Fulfill your life. Your true ambitions. No one will hinder you."
Sadao: Is it possible that the Fathers of Lies speaks the truth?
Dante: "Why don't you use that free will you were so graciously given and decide for yourself?"
Sadao: Follow me.
*Sadao the Priest and Dante leave the confessional and walk toward the sanctuary towards the altar. Dante looks at Greg and calls him over and whispers something in his ear. Greg runs off and comes back with a can of gasoline. He sets it beside Sadao. Sadao with a look of familiarity regards Greg and shakes his hand. Sadao disrobes and reveals an Armani suit. Greg looks at him wide eyed.*
Sadao: Twas a gift.
Greg: "Ahhhhhhh.... "
*Sadao takes his robes and spreads them all over the altar. Taking the can of gasoline he proceeds to pour it all over the altar and walking back to the entrance pouring a gas trail behind him. He beckons Dante and Greg over to him.*
Sadao: Greg, a light?
*Greg reaches into his pockets to pull out his Zippo lighter. Sadao takes the lighter and offers it to Dante.*
Sadao: Care to do the honors my friend?
Dante: "No way. This one I have to see myself."
Sadao: Very well.
*Sadao lights the lighter and throws it on the ground in front of him as the flames light up the trail and soon engulf the altar.*
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*As the trio of Dante, Greg and Phantom leave the Our Lady of The Redemption church...and it's burning altar, they are unconveniently met by a traveling eWa camera crew. Dante and company delay their departure to Baton Rouge to humor the crew. With Madness approaching in mere hours, the crew begs Dante to give his final thoughts.*
"Final thoughts? Why must I induldge anyone with final thoughts on the events of tonight? Maybe because it's fun? Or maybe because people that should pay attention just don't listen. Or maybe it's simply because I enjoy pissing people off every time I speak. Whatever the reason, I must present my final thoughts.
Punk, there were bets going on in the back on whether or not you would be dumb enough to open your mouth one more time before tonight. I almost lost that bet, but because you managed to once again do what everyone else expects you to do, I've become five-grand richer...and for that I thank you.
....I couldn't help but notice that you've developed quite a temper concering tonight's match at Madness. So much so that you sound like a 'special' kid doped up on sedatives with drool running down your mouth. Be careful, Punk. I warned you that heated passion will only get you into trouble...but, of course, you've managed to get yourself into enough trouble with just your words. Why, oh why, must you continue to lie to yourself, to me, to the fans, and to the compay that you're the best, you're going to do this, you're going to prove that...blah, blah, blah. Punk, you can proclaim that you've done all of these different things to 'prove' your worth in this company...yet, after carefully scrutinizing your 'prestigious' accomplishments...they are all for naught because toddlers, grandmothers, midgets, ferrets, cats, dogs...you name it...they can all do those very same things, albeit probably better than you ever did, and with probably half the effort..."
"...Quit tooting your own horn, Punk. You're not the better man, despite anything you say. All you've proven, like so many fools in this company before you..is that you can talk and talk and talk. That's it. Nothing more. I know that ruffles your feathers, Punk. But it's true. You've proven absolutely nothing. End of story.
Tonight, at Madness, you're going to get what's coming to you, Punk. You're going to get that rude awakening you've desperately needed for so many months. You're going to get a dose of Reality that you are nothing. You're going to get a hellish beating that you've never experienced before in the middle of that ring. You'll bleed. You'll cry. You'll beg for mercy...mercy you won't receive. And at the end of your night, you'll wonder what all went wrong. What you'll realize, Punk, is that you went wrong by opening your mouth against The Devil Himself. When you fail to best The Devil Himself tonight at Madness, you will only have yourself to blame...and I hope to everything unholy that you do. Then, and only then, you might learn.
Just like you, your record lies, Punk. You've not lost since you came back...big deal. I used to know someone just like you...named Adam Syndal. Thought he was the very best thing to happen to the wrestling industry. Never lost a match in his first three months. He was on a roll. Then he met The Devil Himself. You know what happened to him? He fell from that mountain of self-conceit. He failed in his quest of being the best. He never once stepped into that ring and beat me...just like you, Punk. You're not going to beat The Devil Himself tonight. You won't win. Can it get any more simple than that? Enjoy the Madness as it unfolds."
*Dante fetches his Ray-Bands from his coat that he's carrying and puts them on. Dante, Gregory Davidson, and Phantom all converge on a brand new Escalade and get inside. The scene slowly fades out to black as the three drive away towards Baton Rouge.*
