Post by Dumbface on Dec 15, 2012 7:00:34 GMT -5
Your Name: Chris Barker
Experience: Roleplaying for the better part of 15 years. Started with an older character named Periel, only to later on branch out with a web of other characters. After a long time, I settled on only one of a few, with the Dumbface character becoming the center of it all. Eventually I was fortunate enough to join a backyard wrestling company AS the character. Videos can be found on cwfgalaxy1's youtube channel.
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Dumbface
Wrestler's Nickname: "The Pink and Green Fightin' Machine", "The Dumbest Player in the Game", "Everybody's Favorite Nothing", and anything else clever that the character thinks up last minute.
Billed From: The Land of Snuggly Softness
Manager/Valet: "The Clown Princess of Crazy" Jestina Wibbles
Age: 27
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Face/Heel Status: Face (duh)
Theme Music: "Partyman" by Prince
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Oh geez... explaining him is a toughy. Usually when pressured about his early life, he conveniently forgets. It's known he has probably had a rather rough childhood. He claims that he lived in a mental health facility for a while, and that is where he met his bride-to-be, Jestina Wibbles (who actually IS very crazy, and the dark counterpart to his obliviously joyful nature). He carries around a bear named "Theodore" that he seems to communicate with, especially during matches, and somehow gets the upper hand immediately after due to the bear's expert advice (Jestina holds the bear at ringside, and though she is his manager, the stuffed bear is the REAL brains of the operation. Probably the all-encompassing evil too.) He wears a mask with bright, random colors and odd designs, with pink and green pigtails out to the sides, and a pink tophat which he flings candy out of on his way to the ring. His trademark is a big thumbs up that lingers just a little too long to not be considered awkward. He also tends to speak in different voices every time he gets on the mic... one minute he could sound like Forrest Gump and the next he could sound like Christopher Walken. ... oh, yeah! Almost forgot! Sometimes, in dire situations, the bear becomes a weapon, as he seems to be loaded with some kind of "foreign object" which seems to have the same shape and consistency of a brick... (but shh... nobody is supposed to know that!) He also tends to put his pink tophat on whatever referee is in the ring during his match.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name): Having trouble with images, but it should be at the top of this application. The pic base is me - in character.
Physical Description:
Long pink and green hair divided down the middle and usually up in pigtails. He wears a pink top that says "Models Wanted" across the front with his trademark Raspberry Face logo on the back. His arms are wrapped in pink on the left and green on the right, and to the ring he will wear a long blue trench coat with his sayings and his logos plastered all over it. Black long tights. Kneepads and Kickpads are both green and pink with his logo on the kickpads and DF written on the kneepads. Will sometimes wear his pink tophat, but most of the time, it is filled full of candy that he throws to the crowd on his way to the ring. Body-type is about the size and stature of Matt Hardy, although he is known to take flight like a cruiserweight on more than one occasion.
Jestina, his manager, is usually dressed in some kind of lolita-goth outfit with red and black color-schemes. Her face is always painted in different designs, but always with red lips and a red dotted nose. Her look is definitely much more sinister than Dumbface's could ever be.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Out of the ring, Dumbface is usually still in his mask, and if not his face is hidden from any camera view. He will usually wear some kind of 80s-90s cartoon or videogame referencing set of clothing, doing his absolute best to look like a really big five-year-old. Always bright colors, always mismatching, and able to stand out in something as loud as the Gay Pride parade.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): (See Physical Description)
Personality: Mostly covered in gimmick, but to add... Dumbface is a big manchild that never takes anything seriously. He constantly will break kayfabe by yelling out loud that he was "punched in the face for real!" or "it looks like I'm selling, but it actually REALLY hurts!". At one point, when I was wrestling a much larger guy, he put me in a submission called the Heartbreaker, and I was supposed to power to the ropes. I ended up face down, yelling "HE'S TOO FAT!!" and got a few good laughs at my expense. I would like to say the character is me, but he's basically just all of the things that make childhood innocence important, even though he's all grown up. He's a prankster and somewhat of a clown in the ring, but his knowledge of videogames and movies has taught him a good bit of how to throw kicks like a martial artist, and his submissions are often so unorthodox that the opponent AND the commentary doesn't exactly know what to call them, although they are effective. I think crafty is the word, but it isn't because he's that bright - he's just acting out of impulse.
Brief Bio: Much like other masked wrestlers, Dumbface tends to never give away too much about his life. But maybe he isn't that clever? Maybe he just... forgot? After five minutes of talking to the man, one could gather that he is not either all-there, or he chooses to make you believe that. After all, if you talk to him a second time, he will speak to you with a completely different voice. Sometimes he will just yell "Stranger Danger!" and run away from you, even if he knows you well enough. Whatever the case may be, Dumbface has skillfully hid his past from most, because... well... it simply isn't that important to know! What is important to note is that the Pink and Green Fightin' Machine is always way over with the kids, confusing adults, and overly enthusiastic about shiny things. While some may think him... "simple"... or "touched"... the fact that he has been known to walk away with victories over some pretty wicked competition has always turned a few heads.
You know... maybe he really IS quite clever? Maybe he uses his air of simplicity as a feint, luring an unsuspecting opponent in to a big master plan that will put them on the mat, and consistently make him look like a living David and Goliath story? Then again... maybe his stuffed bear really CAN talk and IS a wrestling genius that offers him sound advice? Nobody can be sure of anything when it comes to the Dumbest Player in the Game except for a few undeniable truths... He has a hot fiance, if lolita goth girls are your thing... or clowns... and the other thing being that Dumbface eats way too much sugar while watching way too many cartoons and plays WAY too many videogames. He is an ADHD kid who refuses to take his meds and has somehow bent the world to make it that his hyper-activity and weird sense of humor will always work to benefit him.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Strong Style/Unorthodox Submissionist/Occasional Highflyer
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.):
"GENTLEMEN! Let's broaden our mind's... Lawrence?"
A slow, ominous beat begins after Jack Nicholson's voice rings out over the audience. As the shadows all fall across the crowd and the spotlight drops onto the stage, the curtains just begging to be jerked back by the coming superstar, the entire audience is left with but one question: Who the F*** is Lawrence?
Suddenly, Prince's smash hit from the 1989 Batman film (the good one, turns out), begins playing in all it's late-80s glory, full of loud obnoxious synth and style that would make Brutus the Barber jealous! (Ah... who we kiddin'? His theme sounded like something out of Seinfeld. Oh yeah, the entrance... right...) As soon as the music begins, the Dumbest Player in the Game EXPLODES from the back to the only pyro he could possibly afford - a few boxes of sparklers set up around the stage that quickly die out as he zips past them.
As his Clown Princess, Jestina Wibbles, comes out behind him, Dumbface begins throwing out handfuls of left-over Halloween Candy to the children near the guardrail, getting some slap-hand action in-between! Jestina takes the hat from him, trading him for the Stuffed Wrestling God, the 2' bear known as Theodore, and Dumbface swings it over his head like an iron maul on a medieval soldier. The funky beat of Prince seems to fuel him on his way to the ring, as Jestina empties the contents of the hat to more of the crowd.
Dumbface ends up sliding into the ring, leaving Theodore by the corner, and quickly hops up on a middle turnbuckle, giving the fans what they want - A really amazing photo op! (I mean, who doesn't want that, right?) Dancing right out of his trench-coat, he trades THAT for the Hat back, and promptly sticks it on the head of the referee, no matter how much he protests. And then? THE BIG THUMBS UP THAT LINGERS JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO LONG TO NOT BE AWKWARD! The music cuts shortly after, as Dumbface gets on with some last minute stretching. Jestina clutches Theodore, and the trio go over some strategy for the match.
Finishing Moves: "The Shoriyuken Uppercut" - Yelling "SHORIYUKEN!" as loud as he can, Dumbface leaps into the air with an uppercut, spinning about, nearly knocking the head off of his opponent. Just like Randy Orton's RKO, this tends to COME OUTTA NOWHERE!
"Shinru Hadoken!" - Again, yelling the name of the move, Dumbface brings in his hands to his abdomen, only to launch them out with the poise of a great karate master (or Streetfighter if we're catchin' the drifts here
). This is only done in times of great duress, if the Shoriuken doesn't finish 'em off first. If this doesn't do the trick, well... damn... I mean this IS the Super Hyper Combo! "Goodyear Blimp!!" - So, AGAIN, (noticing a pattern here?) He yells this, points to something in the distance that apparently only he and his opponent can see, and as they turn their head, he will smack 'em upside it with Theodore, the Stuffed Wrestling God. Now, Dumbface ain't no cheater! So he only pulls this one when it's No Holds Barred or if the Ref has been knocked into la-la-land. Get the picture?
Signature Moves:
"Wooo! Leglock" - Figure 4, with a little added... Flair? Mwahahaha....
"Slappy Slap Slaparoo" - When the opponent is in the corner, if they have done something to anger Dumbface, he will begin a series of incredibly girly slaps to their face and the back of their head. Once he stops the onslaught, he waits for them to peek out of their guard, and administers the old poke in the eye! Yeah, that ol' gag. IKR?!
"Flippy Thingy!" - Dumbface will run and dive over the top rope to the floor... well, if the opponent moves. I mean, he tries to dive into the opponent. Who is on the floor. Right? Okay. Well, he flips in the air. He does this Flippy Thingy. You get it? Grood. I mean good. And Great. Great and Good.
Basic Moveset: Unorthodox Holds or things you dont see everyday. Almost any submission he gets someone in could be considered an "Unorthodox" or "Modified" something or other. He is also fond of dragon screws, martial arts kicks, arm-drags, and head scissor takedowns. Kind of easy to write for, really. Just get creative! I mean... he does. Can't be that hard...
Sample RP (Required): This was a short one...
"Wha? ... Ohhh... what happened?"
"..."
"I DID? How long was I out?"
"..."
"What was that? You're talking too fast..."
"..."
"You know I don't speak Japanese! English please!"
"..."
"Oh maaan... Any word on when I can pay him back for all that?"
"..."
"Hmm... Well if Jestina is here, things are going to be alright."
Dumbface had the bear clutched close to him as he laid in the hospital gown, sprawled out on the bed when Jestina came in to see him. She had only left for coffee, but in that short amount of time, unbeknownst to her, her 'Dummy' had begun to stir. The thumb popped out of Dumbface's mouth and he spoke slowly and with a dry throat as consiousness came back to him.
"Heyyyy... My Clown Girl..." He muttered. Jestina, immediately thrilled that his health was returning, grabbed for a cup of water by his bed. Raising the crazy straw to his mouth, Dumbface took a few sips of water before allowing Jestina to return it to his bedside.
"You had me so worried! Why would you take that kind of beating?! Theodore was trying to scream to you to use a chair or something!" Jestina had become slightly edgy, but Dumbface didn't seem to mind awaking to her complaints and criticisms.
"That's against the rules," Dumbface said simply, "you should know how I roll by now, babe. By the book. What kind of example would I be sending to the Little Faces if I brought something terrible into that ring? From what the bear tells me, I didn't exactly lose in that match either. No Contest." Dumbface adjusted himself, not in an un-Christlike way, enough to get comfortable on the bed as he faced his Clown girl. The mask had been removed from his face, but the darkness of the room shadowed his features perfectly. Jestina wouldn't mind much to look upon him, as she had seen it before and had not turned away, but there were those who would have immediately hid their gaze from the horrors beneath the mask. They weren't here, and it no longer mattered.
"Well..." Jestina brightened a bit, "I'm glad you're okay, Dummy. I took up a collection for you."
"A collection?"
"..."
"Yeah, Theodore and I know that hospital bills are nothing easy to pay off, so we decided to rally some sympathy. Here, check it out..."
Handing Dumbface a newspaper from earlier in the morning, Dumbface gazed at it for a moment. Confused, he tried handing it back.
"I don't know how to read or speak Russian," he admitted with some concern. Jestina should know this by now!
"Silly goose," she called him, flipping the paper right-side up.
"H---how did you do this?!" Dumbface asked her, surprised.
"Oh, well it wasn't difficult," she started, "everyone was fairly responsive to helping out a local hero and all, and to be-"
"Turning Russian into English! Babe, you should be on TV!" Dumbface stared at the page and Jestina put a hand to the back of her neck in a kind of frustration with his well... slow... demeanor. He read on, out loud...
"Community Rallies Behind Injured Youth... Hmmm... Sounds vaguely familiar." Well, the second part of the sentence wasn't from his reading. He continued, "...Taking collections... yadda yadda... his lovely, Clown Girlfriend, Jestina..." He looked up at her, "awwwww." He smiled and kept reading, "Crap crap, yadda yadda... Crap crap, yadda yadda... Ah, here we are. Movement to begin collecting on the steep medical bill for local hero 'Dumbface' has officially been given the title of..."
Some time later, after Dumbface had his first can of Spaghetti-Os in days and had fallen asleep, Jestina walked the halls of the hospital with what WAS a Pepsi can in her hand. Now, it was covered with one of those cardboard sleeves you get at a Starbucks to make sure you don't burn your little digits. Written on the cardboard in black magic marker was the title "Save Face", and judging from the clinging of the can, it had sounded like quite a few contributions were kept from the vending machines.
"Save Face?" Jestina would ask Hospital Residents and the families of patients. Of course, they had heard of the Save Face movement on television, and none minded parting ways with pocket change. "Save Face!" she would raise the can high up and cling it about. "Save Face!" She would announce in the lobbies and offices. By the end of just this night, let alone the last couple, the crazy straw was all that set apart Dumbfaces water from the labrynth of Save Face cans filled upon his table. She had thought to herself, 'Thank God for those machines in Grocery Stores that you can put your change in and it will count it for you!".
Some more time had passed, and once he felt up to it, Dumbface was taken about the hospital towards the time of his release, and with his mask back on and his trusty duo of Jestina and Theodore at his side, Dumbface decided to make the day of some of the younger patients in the hospital. His pink top hat had been filled to the brim with candy, and print-outs of himself and the Duo together were to be handed out by Jestina and Theodore both. As they headed into the Pediatrics Wing, the reception had nearly brought tears to good ol' Face.
Young children, stricken with cancer at such a horrible age, their faces filled with absolute joy as this local hero came strolling in with a hat full of candy. The day was spent signing autographs, passing out the candy, letting Theodore show some love... A wonderful day, overall. The Save Face movement had instilled a new layer of belief in Dumbface himself, as it had shown him the support of the community at large.
When he had returned home, life had gone back to as normal as it gets for Dumbface and Co. Cartoons, work out session, cartoons, spending time with Jestina, taking Theodore for a walk, cartoons, ect. It was late at night when he was online when he finally decided to review the footage of the event. The beating he took, the moment where he knew the lights were out. With perfect timing, he received an IM from one of the press-guys working for New Era, and Dumbface was pretty sure he knew what Mr. Lolipop (Austrian) wanted to talk about.
Lolipop743: Hey Mr. Face, how are you feeling?
KrazyDumbface: Facetious. In other words, Blowpop... poopy.
Lolipop743: Lolipop, if you would, sir...
KrazyDumbface: Oh yeah, sorry. My brain is broke.
Lolipop743: I heard. A concussion, right? Any word on when you'll be back?
KrazyDumbface: Well I talked to Turner, and I guess I will be back at the next NEWTV. Pretty high-profile match, too, against the first ever NEW World Champ. I wish that were all that was on my mind though.
Lolipop743: What else is going on?
KrazyDumbface: Well, besides hearing about that Thundercats remake or whatever that's supposed to be coming out, honestly I got something waiting for that cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater, The General.
Lolipop743: You saw the footage I take it? How do you expect to stand up to the General after what he has already done?
KrazyDumbface: Lolipop, I wouldn't get extreme with The General because I believe in the preservation of the sport for all the Little Faces out there. I held something back in that ring. Now, it is not up to me. Not even ABOUT me. If the Little Faces want me to get some redemption on The General, I will let the FANS pick the kind of match they think we should meet up in. It's not about me and it never was. It's about them, the Little Faces, and what they want to see me bring to the table. If it's time for it, then like Dark Wing Duck, I'm gonna get dangerous.
Lolipop743: Can I quote you on that?
KrazyDumbface: You can take that to the bank like Mr. Macintosh in Blank Check.
Lolipop743: Right. So when can we expect more on your match on March 6?
KrazyDumbface: When the room stops spinning, I'll let you know.
Lolipop743: Are you sure you should be at home right now?
KrazyDumbface: Oh, I'm fine. I got this new computer chair a little while back and it swivels.
Lolipop743: Oh I see...
KrazyDumbface: It's awesome! XD
Lolipop743: Have a good night, Dumbface. Enjoy your... chair.
KrazyDumbface: rofl
***
and here's another one
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"This is great, isn't it Theodore? A home away from home! A new beginning!" Holding the bear in his right arm, the Dumbest Player in the Game made a gesture to NEWera Headquarters. It looked like all the buildings in the city do. Gray. Not very colorful. It reminded Dumbface of modern day first person shooters that push grays and browns to give them a more realistic feel. It annoyed him, slightly... He was a colorful person, after all, and he missed colorful games like Metroid and Mario. Then again, that is why he was buying his household a Wii this Christmas instead of a PS3.
It's not that he's cheap. Don't even think that.
Really, he's not.
Anyway, so here he was, embarking on his next big adventure. He never thought of himself as being LIKE Peter Pan, but someone had to make the comparisson. Theodore, hugged in his grip, looked at the building through lifeless black voids for eyes that peered out of his brown fur and stuffed insides like the pits of hell. Yeah, he's a hardcore bear like that.
"..."
"What's that?" Dumbface lowered his head down to Theodore's mouth, careful to not lose an ear through his mask. It was ok, they were buds the last Dumbface checked. "Make a movie?! Well, what should we call it? Dumbface Begins? NEWera Origins: Dumbface? Stupid Forever?"
"..."
"Noooo! Who would wanna watch a movie about an overexcitable talking bear? That's just silly. You're a silly goose, Theodore." Dumbface rolled his eyes under his mask as a passing couple gave a worried glance at him and the bear. They walked faster.
I mean, think of it from THEIR perspective! Here's a guy standing outside of a building talking to a teddybear. Not ONLY that, but consider what he is wearing! Pink top hat? Check. Custom colorful mask? Check. A "Fear the Walken" t-shirt with a blue trenchcoat? Said trenchcoat with giant smiley face painting on the back?? A pair of bright pink pajama bottoms with Mini Mouses on them??? Check, check... FRIGGIN' CHECK!
If YOU saw that, you wouldn't want to stand in the way of the next best thing to pro-wrestling either... would you...?
So the couple strolled by quicker than the old POG fad died out in the 90s. Dumbface didn't mind. After all, the only autographs he ever signed were the little ones who watched him wrestle. They weren't dumb, they knew not everything in the ring was always REAL LIFE, because they saw it on TV. We all know, it's common fact, that if you see something on TV, it's true! Well, they didn't know that when Dumbface's lip would get busted open or when he went home a couple times with cracked ribs that it wasn't fake at all. But they loved his character and they probably thought he was a really normal guy in the really real world. This was not the case.
You know how they have those "Donate a dollar and sign your name on a little card to say that you DONATED A WHOLE DOLLAR to something" things that Circle Ks and the like do? Well, he never signed his name Christopher Barker. In truth, he couldn't write in cursive anyway. He signed everything as Dumbface. If anyone ever trusted him with a CAR, it would be on his driver's license. With his picture in his mask, most likely grinning and giving a REALLY BIG thumb up to the camera.
In short, Dumbface WAS Dumbface, no matter how many times you told him his "real" name.
"..."
"Yeah, this is gonna be great," Dumbface admitted to the bear. "The whole world is gonna see us now. Dad's gonna see us, buddy, bet on that. I wonder what kinda stuff is gonna be coming at us here in NEWera? If it's anything more than what CWF gave us, I might end up in a title defense against a tank. A real one. Sheesh..." Dumbface scratched the back of his neck, nervously. Theodore was not enthused.
"..."
"You're just violent, Theodore! That's evil! I don't care if it's No Dairy Queen, you are NOT ALLOWED to bring HAND GRENADES to ringside. You're silly! You're a bad influence, you know that? I mean, come on dude, I'M the GOOD GUY here!"
"..."
"That's a good question," Dumbface pondered a moment on Theodore's secret words and then he shrugged. "I don't know who ANYONE is here. Good, bad... I have no idea. But good, bad, I am the guy with the bear, and buddy I know how you operate! NEWera isn't gonna know what hit 'em when we represent like some OG Brotha's from 110th street! Hey NEWera!" Dumbface shouts to the building in front of him which reached for the sky like the Woody Doll from Toy Story told them to.
"YO, THEODORE AN' I ARE GONNA BE CLIMBIN IN YO WINDOWS, SNATCHIN' YO PEOPLE UP, TRYIN' TO PIN 'EM! SO YOU BETTA' HIDE YO CHAMPS, HIDE YO MANAGERS, AND HIDE YOUR WOMEN BECAUSE WE GONNA BE PINNIN' EVERYONE UP IN HERE! SO RUN AN' TELL DAT! ...HOMEBOY!"
"..."
"Yeah, we did tell them, didn't we, Theodore? Come on, kiddo. I'm gonna buy you a Happy Meal." Dumbface takes a few steps away from the building before stopping and turning around to throw up a big thumb to the offices of the NEWera.
"REMEMBER, SAY YOUR VITAMINS, TAKE YOUR PRAYERS, AND EAT YOUR MILK! YOU'RE GONNA NEED 'EM... THE SEASON OF STUPIDITY STARTS... NOW!"
