Post by William Steele on Mar 2, 2013 13:34:21 GMT -5
Name-Josh Stockett
Experience- About eight years
Email- jcstockett.js@gmail.com
MSN- None
AOL- None
Yahoo- Jcstockett908
How I found PCW- Referred by Adam/Dante
Wrestler’s Name- William Steele
Nickname- Steele
Billed from- Nashville, TN
Manager- Tiffany (pic base Mickie James) and occasionally Richard Steele-Will’s twin brother except longer hair and with scars covering his body
Age- 27
Height- 6’5”
Weight- 250lbs
Face/Heel status- Tweener- He isn’t exactly a face but not a full fledge heel
Theme music- “Southtown” by POD
Gimmick-Steele is a MMA trained fighter. He is a bit of the silent type in that he would much rather fight to get a job done as opposed to talking. Steele is almost like an antihero in that he does his best to win his matches clean but if the opportunity presents itself for him to cheat he will take it.
Pic base- Dean Ambrose-
Appearance- Steele has short shaggy black hair, blue eyes, has an American flag tattoo on his left arm, and a fleur-de-lis on his back covering his left shoulder
In the ring – black elbow pads, black grappling gloves, black boots, long dark blue tights
Out of the ring- sneakers, blue jeans, Maui Jim Breakwall sunglasses(that he wears during his entrance), varying dark colored polo shirts, and a black leather jacket
Personality- Steele is that guy you want to be friends with has all the cool toys but he is also the one person you don’t want to piss off. If he goes silent during a conversation there is a good chance he is either plotting on how he wants to kills you and leave no traces of evidence or coming up with the insult that is going to leave you dumbfounded.
Bio- William Steele comes from money, his father held several patents on different inventions. After high school and several odd jobs, Steele joined the Marine Corp where he was able to make it to the rank of Lieutenant. Shortly thereafter he received word that his parents had died, given that his father owned several patens his parent’s death left him a vast and almost endless fortune, but it also the responsibility of keeping track of his rather eccentric and mentally unstable twin brother forcing him to be honorably discharged from the service. After returning home he took up training to be a mixed martial arts fighter. He spent a few years competing in various leagues before growing tired of the sport and also making a deal with the devil to avoid a career ending injury. A year or so after he retired from MMA he received a call from ‘The Devil Himself’ who was cashing in on his deal and ever since then Steele has been running with The Pac.
Wrestling Style- Brawler/technician
Entrance- The lights in the arena dim as “Southtown” by POD starts to play over the PA system. The lights start flicker red and white as they move to the slow intro of the song, just before the intro ends the lights go out completely for a few moments and a large pyro explodes across the stage as “Southtown” resumes and Steele walks out on stage to a mixed crowd reaction. As he makes his way down the ramp he stops to look out into the crowd. Chuckling to himself as several fans jeer and flip him off, he starts to wave his right hand in a circular motion as if to taunt those fans to keep it up as if he is feeding on their negative energy. With a sly grin spreading across his face he resumes his walk to the ring and to the ring steps taking a few moments to look around again before climbing them. Jumping over the top rope into the ring he removes his sunglasses tossing them to ref.
Finishing Move- Bessemer Process(Canadian Destroyer)
Signature Move- Oxidation(Jackhammer)
Moves- Backhand chop
Standing dropkick
Elbow smash
Powerbomb
Suplex
Armbar
Triangle hold
Sleeper hold
German suplex
Flashback
Belly to back
Russian leg sweep
Throwback
Swinging neckbreaker
Ddt
Spear
Diving elbow drop
Diving leg drop
Double axehandle
Missile dropkick
Running clothesline
Superplex
Hiptoss
Drop toe hold
Figure four leg lock
Boston crab
Single leg boston crab
Sharpshooter
Camel clutch
Dragon sleeper
Anaconda vise
Kimura lock
Cross armbar
Gut kick
Knife edge chop
mount punches
stomps to the arm
stomps to the leg
leg breaker
vaulting bodypress to the outside
springboard forearm smash
springboard splash
enzuigiri
running powerslam
gogoplata
Sample Rp
Scene opens inside the Consol Energy Center in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, William Steele walks into the arena. Walking down the corridor looking at all the signs for Pittsburgh Penguins. Steele stops as Kent Richardson comes walking up. Steele shakes his head as he grabs the microphone from him and shoves him away
.
Steele- I can only guess that Dwayne has said something you find shocking and couldn’t wait to get my reaction is that it….is it Kenny?
Kent- No…*stands and dust himself off* No actually The Rock has not made it to the building yet, we think he may have gotten lost
Steele- Awe isn’t that just a damn shame…Anything else?
Kent- No…well yes…I want to apologize about spreading those rumors…Please let Alexis know I am dreadfully sorry and will never do it again.
Steele shoves past Kent and makes his way to the gym in the building.
After a few hours Steele steps out of the shower dressed in a pair of shorts and sits on the couch in his locker room, turning on the TV catches the promo from earlier in the day. Steele watches and shakes his various times throughout. Once it goes off Steele can’t help but chuckle.
Steele- Well I’m glad you were able to make it to the right city, but sadly you have just proven to me once again you are living in the past.Do me a favor look around for any EWA employee aside from yourself…not finding anyone? Go out to ringside? Is the ring there? What about chairs in the stands? Anything? Well there is a very good reason for that…you see, The Igloo is closed, no more, been out of commission for over a year now. Now walk out front…see that nice big building across the street? Wave “Hi!” to everyone…
Steele pinches the bridge of his nose
Steele- God! You are such a dumbass! Couldn’t even make it to the right arena…Dwayne you work for the EWA not that fly by night company TNA, Impact Wrestling or whatever the fuck they call themselves, where they are used to empty arenas week in week out. Get it together you damn half breed. I swear if I hear you repeat the same three damn lines about this match again I am going to find the nearest McConnell’s restaurant and give myself the atomic squirts just so I can hear some new shit for once. Speaking of McConnell, are you living in some damn fantasy world where you think you are fighting the esteemed EWA Commissioner William McConnell, though if you were the outcome would be the same as it is tonight, where at the end of the match a William has his hand raised in victory.
Steele sits up on the couch
Steele- Dwayne, you seem to be talking out of both sides of your mouth, one second you are all confident then you go being a yellow bellied pussy…Don’t believe me…this morning you said that this much was the most important match for you…that you NEED this victory more than ANYTHING! That right there tells me that you are going into the match with fear, and with doubt. You can live in fear all and doubt all you want and make all the claims but at the end of the night nothing else will matter, you have shown your hand and more specifically you have shown your weakness and any good wrestler heel or face will exploit that weakness every chance they get. Now, yes I have not competed in the EWA for some time, but a good athlete never stops training, never stops working out. A true athlete is always ready to go, even at a moment’s notice. Now in just a few hours the bell ring and our match will start, and there will be bloodshed on both sides, bones will be broken and one will be kicked to the curb, removed from this tournament…and that one…will be the oh so *waves his in hands in faux scared manner*Great One.
Steele- Now what I don’t get is you claiming I wanted this match…Really?...really?...really?...wait I’m not The Miz…but seriously now, I do believe that last week it was you who was bitching moaning and complaining about having to face Alexis. And then it was YOU who called me out and yes I did say that I wanted you to beat my wife to get to me not that I was scared, I wanted to see if you truly would do anything it takes to get what you want, but much like most of your career outside of the WWE you FAILED! But management saw fit to sign this match anyway and I’m not going anywhere. Now, yes I may be taking the match lightly, as it just a mere stepping stone for me to get to the EWA champion and I will take you out and anyone else that gets in my way even if that person ends up being my wife. We both know that is strictly business and nothing more, and if that night comes when it’s over we will both go home together and celebrate. And do know that I already have your match planned out for next week, and just know that the match I have chosen for you is like nothing you have ever experienced before.
Steele smiles
Steele- Oh and one last thing Dwayne, just so you know I am proud to be a good ole southern boy from Tennessee, but I was given and education and a damn good one and while the south does have a bad reputation on some matters, I’m glad I am not some half breed nigger who can’t pronounce half the shit that comes out of his mouth. I’ve had to stop and rewind half of your promos to understand what the fuck you were saying. Hell my insurance agent’s three year old nephew enunciates better than you. So before you think about opening that you should invest in that “My Baby Can Read” program I’m sure it will do wonders for you.
Steele stands from the couch and finishes getting ready for his match as the scene fades to black
Experience- About eight years
Email- jcstockett.js@gmail.com
MSN- None
AOL- None
Yahoo- Jcstockett908
How I found PCW- Referred by Adam/Dante
Wrestler’s Name- William Steele
Nickname- Steele
Billed from- Nashville, TN
Manager- Tiffany (pic base Mickie James) and occasionally Richard Steele-Will’s twin brother except longer hair and with scars covering his body
Age- 27
Height- 6’5”
Weight- 250lbs
Face/Heel status- Tweener- He isn’t exactly a face but not a full fledge heel
Theme music- “Southtown” by POD
Gimmick-Steele is a MMA trained fighter. He is a bit of the silent type in that he would much rather fight to get a job done as opposed to talking. Steele is almost like an antihero in that he does his best to win his matches clean but if the opportunity presents itself for him to cheat he will take it.
Pic base- Dean Ambrose-
Appearance- Steele has short shaggy black hair, blue eyes, has an American flag tattoo on his left arm, and a fleur-de-lis on his back covering his left shoulder
In the ring – black elbow pads, black grappling gloves, black boots, long dark blue tights
Out of the ring- sneakers, blue jeans, Maui Jim Breakwall sunglasses(that he wears during his entrance), varying dark colored polo shirts, and a black leather jacket
Personality- Steele is that guy you want to be friends with has all the cool toys but he is also the one person you don’t want to piss off. If he goes silent during a conversation there is a good chance he is either plotting on how he wants to kills you and leave no traces of evidence or coming up with the insult that is going to leave you dumbfounded.
Bio- William Steele comes from money, his father held several patents on different inventions. After high school and several odd jobs, Steele joined the Marine Corp where he was able to make it to the rank of Lieutenant. Shortly thereafter he received word that his parents had died, given that his father owned several patens his parent’s death left him a vast and almost endless fortune, but it also the responsibility of keeping track of his rather eccentric and mentally unstable twin brother forcing him to be honorably discharged from the service. After returning home he took up training to be a mixed martial arts fighter. He spent a few years competing in various leagues before growing tired of the sport and also making a deal with the devil to avoid a career ending injury. A year or so after he retired from MMA he received a call from ‘The Devil Himself’ who was cashing in on his deal and ever since then Steele has been running with The Pac.
Wrestling Style- Brawler/technician
Entrance- The lights in the arena dim as “Southtown” by POD starts to play over the PA system. The lights start flicker red and white as they move to the slow intro of the song, just before the intro ends the lights go out completely for a few moments and a large pyro explodes across the stage as “Southtown” resumes and Steele walks out on stage to a mixed crowd reaction. As he makes his way down the ramp he stops to look out into the crowd. Chuckling to himself as several fans jeer and flip him off, he starts to wave his right hand in a circular motion as if to taunt those fans to keep it up as if he is feeding on their negative energy. With a sly grin spreading across his face he resumes his walk to the ring and to the ring steps taking a few moments to look around again before climbing them. Jumping over the top rope into the ring he removes his sunglasses tossing them to ref.
Finishing Move- Bessemer Process(Canadian Destroyer)
Signature Move- Oxidation(Jackhammer)
Moves- Backhand chop
Standing dropkick
Elbow smash
Powerbomb
Suplex
Armbar
Triangle hold
Sleeper hold
German suplex
Flashback
Belly to back
Russian leg sweep
Throwback
Swinging neckbreaker
Ddt
Spear
Diving elbow drop
Diving leg drop
Double axehandle
Missile dropkick
Running clothesline
Superplex
Hiptoss
Drop toe hold
Figure four leg lock
Boston crab
Single leg boston crab
Sharpshooter
Camel clutch
Dragon sleeper
Anaconda vise
Kimura lock
Cross armbar
Gut kick
Knife edge chop
mount punches
stomps to the arm
stomps to the leg
leg breaker
vaulting bodypress to the outside
springboard forearm smash
springboard splash
enzuigiri
running powerslam
gogoplata
Sample Rp
Scene opens inside the Consol Energy Center in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, William Steele walks into the arena. Walking down the corridor looking at all the signs for Pittsburgh Penguins. Steele stops as Kent Richardson comes walking up. Steele shakes his head as he grabs the microphone from him and shoves him away
.
Steele- I can only guess that Dwayne has said something you find shocking and couldn’t wait to get my reaction is that it….is it Kenny?
Kent- No…*stands and dust himself off* No actually The Rock has not made it to the building yet, we think he may have gotten lost
Steele- Awe isn’t that just a damn shame…Anything else?
Kent- No…well yes…I want to apologize about spreading those rumors…Please let Alexis know I am dreadfully sorry and will never do it again.
Steele shoves past Kent and makes his way to the gym in the building.
After a few hours Steele steps out of the shower dressed in a pair of shorts and sits on the couch in his locker room, turning on the TV catches the promo from earlier in the day. Steele watches and shakes his various times throughout. Once it goes off Steele can’t help but chuckle.
Steele- Well I’m glad you were able to make it to the right city, but sadly you have just proven to me once again you are living in the past.Do me a favor look around for any EWA employee aside from yourself…not finding anyone? Go out to ringside? Is the ring there? What about chairs in the stands? Anything? Well there is a very good reason for that…you see, The Igloo is closed, no more, been out of commission for over a year now. Now walk out front…see that nice big building across the street? Wave “Hi!” to everyone…
Steele pinches the bridge of his nose
Steele- God! You are such a dumbass! Couldn’t even make it to the right arena…Dwayne you work for the EWA not that fly by night company TNA, Impact Wrestling or whatever the fuck they call themselves, where they are used to empty arenas week in week out. Get it together you damn half breed. I swear if I hear you repeat the same three damn lines about this match again I am going to find the nearest McConnell’s restaurant and give myself the atomic squirts just so I can hear some new shit for once. Speaking of McConnell, are you living in some damn fantasy world where you think you are fighting the esteemed EWA Commissioner William McConnell, though if you were the outcome would be the same as it is tonight, where at the end of the match a William has his hand raised in victory.
Steele sits up on the couch
Steele- Dwayne, you seem to be talking out of both sides of your mouth, one second you are all confident then you go being a yellow bellied pussy…Don’t believe me…this morning you said that this much was the most important match for you…that you NEED this victory more than ANYTHING! That right there tells me that you are going into the match with fear, and with doubt. You can live in fear all and doubt all you want and make all the claims but at the end of the night nothing else will matter, you have shown your hand and more specifically you have shown your weakness and any good wrestler heel or face will exploit that weakness every chance they get. Now, yes I have not competed in the EWA for some time, but a good athlete never stops training, never stops working out. A true athlete is always ready to go, even at a moment’s notice. Now in just a few hours the bell ring and our match will start, and there will be bloodshed on both sides, bones will be broken and one will be kicked to the curb, removed from this tournament…and that one…will be the oh so *waves his in hands in faux scared manner*Great One.
Steele- Now what I don’t get is you claiming I wanted this match…Really?...really?...really?...wait I’m not The Miz…but seriously now, I do believe that last week it was you who was bitching moaning and complaining about having to face Alexis. And then it was YOU who called me out and yes I did say that I wanted you to beat my wife to get to me not that I was scared, I wanted to see if you truly would do anything it takes to get what you want, but much like most of your career outside of the WWE you FAILED! But management saw fit to sign this match anyway and I’m not going anywhere. Now, yes I may be taking the match lightly, as it just a mere stepping stone for me to get to the EWA champion and I will take you out and anyone else that gets in my way even if that person ends up being my wife. We both know that is strictly business and nothing more, and if that night comes when it’s over we will both go home together and celebrate. And do know that I already have your match planned out for next week, and just know that the match I have chosen for you is like nothing you have ever experienced before.
Steele smiles
Steele- Oh and one last thing Dwayne, just so you know I am proud to be a good ole southern boy from Tennessee, but I was given and education and a damn good one and while the south does have a bad reputation on some matters, I’m glad I am not some half breed nigger who can’t pronounce half the shit that comes out of his mouth. I’ve had to stop and rewind half of your promos to understand what the fuck you were saying. Hell my insurance agent’s three year old nephew enunciates better than you. So before you think about opening that you should invest in that “My Baby Can Read” program I’m sure it will do wonders for you.
Steele stands from the couch and finishes getting ready for his match as the scene fades to black
