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Your Name: Steve
Experience: 13 years
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Wrestler's Name: SM Raye
Wrestler's Nickname: 'The Franchise', 'The Courier of Controversy', 'The One Man Militia',
Billed From: Chicago, IL
Manager/Valet:
Age: 29
Height:6'0''
Weight: 225lbs
Face/Heel Status: Heel
Theme Music:White Rabbit by Egypt Central
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Does what he wants, says what he wants, not afraid to talk as well as back it up... Think CM Punk meets Stone Cold Steve Austin
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
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CM Punk (short hair with Nexus)
Physical Description: Short blonde hair, Yakuza styled tat going from chest all the way down both arms, scruffy face
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Jeans and a t-shirt
Detailed Appearance (In the ring):
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Personality: In your face, assholish, talker
Brief Bio:WEW's First King of the Ring
WEW Universal Champion
Mexican and Japanese Death Matches winner
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): All Rounder
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.): The PCW arena is buzzing as the fans prepare for the next contest. The tron comes to life showing a coded message before '2x4=' appears on the screen. The alphabet begins to rapidly flash across the screen as the equation stays strong. Suddenly the first letter comes after the = sign, S. A few seconds later the next one does M. A space seperates the next letter from the one before it. R, A, Y, and E follow almost immediately afterwards as the fans that know begin to blare out their approval and/or disapproval.
"Your magic... White rabbit... Has left it's writing on the wall... And we follow like Alice... AND JUST KEEP DIVING DOWN THE HOLE!"
The crowd watches as SM Raye steps out onto the ramp. They eagerly are anticipating what the man formerly know as 'The Courier of Controversy' will do next as 'White Rabbit' by Egypt Central echoes throughtout the arena.
'You can't face your broken promise
Our ties have come undone
I will not be used to be battered and abused
It's the reason why I choose to cut my losses
Your lies fool no one
Your magic white rabbit
Your white room straight jacket'
SM looks around at the many faces with a devilish smirk on his face. He begins his slow descent to the ringside area.
"Making his way to the ring at this time... He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 225 pounds. From Chicago, IL... He is know as "The Franchise of Professional Wrestling'... He is SSSSSSSS MMMMMM RAAAAAYE!"
Once he reaches the squared circle he takes a step back before hopping up and placing his knee on the apron and swinging his foot up and staring at the crowd once more to feed off them a moment longer. He grabs the rope and slingshots over, landing on the middle rope and perching himself in the corner SM studies the crowd again before throwing his arms out in his signature crucifix pose.
Finishing Moves:WTFU (Wake The Fuck Up)-A package set up with the attacker hooking his opponents arms and lifting them into the air. He then wraps his arms around their legs and gives them a spin before catching them in the back of the head with a knee.
The Casteless Crown- Moonsault Double Footstomp
Signature Moves: Rope Assisted Superkick, Ace Crusher (Done from ANYWHERE... I.E. Rope Hung, Corner Hung, Standing, springboarded, grounded/to kneeling opponent, standing)
Basic Moveset:
Martial Arts style strikes and kicks
Double Underhook Powerbomb
Snap Suplex
Superplex
Hammer Lock DDT
Moonsault (Diving, Springboard)
Springboard Frankenstiener (Also Reverse version)
Sleeper
Cattle Muttilation
Cobra Clutch
Double Legged Muta Lock
Fireman Carry Double Knee Gut Buster (Also done from Second)
Ric Flair-esque Knee Drop
Slingshot Leg Drop
Roaring Elbow (To face and/or back of the head)
Sample RP (Required):
Act 3: The Task at Hand
Date: Night of Animosity
Time: After Start of the Show
Characters Used: Raye, Aubrey Williams
The camera cuts backstage to Aubrey Williams. The backstage interviewer is completely decked out in a purple dress with sequins just at the top and purple heels. She jumps as she notices that the camera is recording. She points to the door behind her which reads 'Men's Locker room'.
"Aubrey Williams here waiting on the returning SM Raye... Hopefully he is in the talking mood."
The lovely interviewers wait is short, however, as Raye opens the door and steps out into the hall. Aubrey steps in front of him and shoves the microphone into his face.
"SM how does it feel to be back in WEW?"
Raye looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You people sure know how to make a guy feel welcomed... But to answer your question Aubrey... I feel great it feels great to be lacing my boots up and I'm ready to tear into Broken Saint tonight... He has come a long way to get to where he is, but that is mainly because he hasn't taken on the caliber of worker that I am... Tonight Broken Saint is going to get the match of his career..."
Aubrey nods and readies her next question.
"There seems to be some kind of animosity between you and former Universal Champion Vantage... Can I get your real thoughts on that?"
"The whole time I was gone all I heard about was Vantage this and Vantage that... Vantage is such a great wrestler... I wanna be like Vantage... Vantage has easily beaten the number of days you held the Universal Championship... Let me tell you something about Vantage... He is a sneaky, pathetic BITCH... The only reason he held that title for so long is because he was one of management's lil puppets... He ducked title defenses... He ducked opponents... All the ones he did face were people who were either never to do well here or the ones who were one foot out the God damn door..."
Miss Williams shakes her head.
"So you think Broken Saints win was over what some might call a fluke champion?"
"No... I would say Broken Saints title win was over a PAPER champion and a man who is no where near ready to even be considered a fucking curtain jerker... I'll admit Jericho has all the talent in the world... He is that damn good, but at the same time AGAIN I have to say he is merely coaxing due to the fact he has never been in the ring with someone like me..."
Aubrey brushes down her dress and exhales.
"So you're saying you are better than everyone on the roster? You have had a few losses under your belt as well... Sayge, Mr. Burke, Ryan Cavallari, James Shark... Any of those ring a bell?"
SM trains those baby blues on her and smirks arrogantly.
"I don't give a fuck if you are the most successful person in the world... You are bound to have a few drawbacks... And I think my win/loss record speaks for itself... I have one of, if not THE best win/loss record in this company... I am the measuring stick the everyone else is compared to... With a title or without one..."
Aubrey nods and takes a slow breath.
""I noticed on your twitter... You been calling yourself The Franchise... Is that your healthy ego or is that how others perceive you?"
Raye rolls his eyes and the smirk on his face grows.
"Aubrey I am the mother fucking franchise of this company... I put more asses in those seats and make more money for this company than even any of the so called champions can say they have... Hell I been gone for how long? And when I come back it turned Third Degree Burns into the most watched as well as the most replayed pay per view in this company's history... All it took was me saying one damn sentence and those amoebas ate it like fresh Halloween candy... So you tell me is that ego or am I honestly the best in the world at what I do?"
"I can't argue with that?"
"Now back onto the subject of my opponent for tonight... Jericho I'm sure you have heard the news... Isa is dead... God rest her soul... We both lost someone who meant the world to us... So win, lose, or draw... I'm hoping you agree with me that we are gonna put on the best damn match of the night and dedicate it to her memory... I got nothing, but respect for you Jericho... But tonight is not about respect it is about two men going out there and fucking putting on a show like those sheep have never seen and will NEVER see again..."
Aubrey smiles as the next question enters her mind.
"How's your family doing at this tragic time?"
The smirk and arrogance in Raye's eyes fades to a snarl. He slams his fist into the wall, just missing Aubrey's head.
"Let me tell you something bitch... I'm only going to say this once... And this goes to you, all of WEW management, and all of the WEW roster... Keep MY family out of your mother fucking mouths... YOU GOT THAT?!"
Raye points somewhere off camera which inturn makes the camera follow his finger to the double doors leading to the exit to the building. The camera slowly pans back to Raye's rage filled expression.
"Let me go into something else for you... You seen the doors... As soon as I pass through those mother fuckers... Sebastian Raye lies dormant and in his wake is the sickest and most ruthless man WEW has ever known SM mother fucking RAYE... AS soon as I pass through those doors I am someone completely different... The outside world is no longer there and stuff that effects me there can't touch me... As soon as I walk through those doors a switch goes off... As soon as I pass through that threshold the outside world doesn't matter... I've been asked COUNTLESS times how I can bare to live with myself with some of my devilish antics I show you idiots on camera... Because of this reason I mentioned putting on a show ealier... Well here's an eye opener for you people that's all WRESTLING is anymore... A show... A circus with dancing clowns, strong men, a bunch of druken fools, and some better of prostitutes and strippers all rubbing one off on each other. I'm no different... SM RAYE is nothing more than a fake creation made to entertain you bleating bastards and make you spend your hard earn money to buy a ticket or to pay your cable, internet, or pay per view bills... I am a face to slap on t-shirts, ice cream bars, and psters... And a name that gives you something to scream out your admiration or hatred toward..."
Raye stops and takes a deep breath while licking his lips.
"Because the world is so enveloped into the cyber netic experience... Because the world is tied up in a web of deciet and lies it's what makes it possible for us REAL workers and the none talented wannabe actors to step into a ring and do a lil act for you people to buy into and get all hard and wet over... WE are the ones putting our bodies and lives on the line for your entertainment... For you to piss away your lives and forget about your problems while you laugh, curse, or sit in awe..."
The lights reflect from the eyes of the extremely emotional man as he continues his rant.
"Now whether you want to admit to it or not... You KNOW it's the truth... Workers... Wrestlers... Entertainers... Whatever the fuck you wanna call us these days... ALL we are... Are the fucking distractions from your meaningless lives because you pussies are too lazy to make something out of yourselves... This is why I always tell you I don't give two shits to a fuck less about what you think... I KNOW who I am outside the ring... I KNOW who I am inside the ring... And unlike you bunch of imbred, idiotic, slacked jawed, and utter useless punks... I admit it to myself every fucking day..."
SM punches the wall once more, narrowly missing Aubrey again.
"Now that said I am gonna get back on point and talk about Mr. Jericho 'Broken Saint' Agbonlahor... I'm sorry to say it come win, lose, or draw... TONIGHT... You're gonna know what it feels like to be in the ring with someone who is looking to knock you off the pedestal that the WEW management decided to put you on. Tonight... You are gonna know what it feels like to be in the ring with someone who is not looking only to pin you... I'm looking to make my make in the only way I know how Jericho... By taking you making you my bitch in front of all the WEW management, roster, and fans... Jericho I told you I respect you and I do... But as I said tonight is not about respect... Tonight is about me putting all of WEW on notice... That's right the One Man Militia, the Courier of Controversy, the Uncrowned King... THE FRANCHISE is for God damn sure back... And I am ready and willing to kick more asses... Take more names... Leave more broken bodies and careers in my wake than ever before... The hunt is on..."
Raye grabs the camera and pulls it in close to his face.
""Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.""
Your Name: Steve
Experience: 13 years
E-Mail Address: scorn66_stv@yahoo.con
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: SM Raye
Wrestler's Nickname: 'The Franchise', 'The Courier of Controversy', 'The One Man Militia',
Billed From: Chicago, IL
Manager/Valet:
Age: 29
Height:6'0''
Weight: 225lbs
Face/Heel Status: Heel
Theme Music:White Rabbit by Egypt Central
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Does what he wants, says what he wants, not afraid to talk as well as back it up... Think CM Punk meets Stone Cold Steve Austin
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
www.maratechnology.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/cm-punk.jpg
CM Punk (short hair with Nexus)
Physical Description: Short blonde hair, Yakuza styled tat going from chest all the way down both arms, scruffy face
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Jeans and a t-shirt
Detailed Appearance (In the ring):
elucha.com/productos/686/wrestling_trunk_043B.jpg
elucha.com/productos/682/kickpad_covers_B005.jpg
Personality: In your face, assholish, talker
Brief Bio:WEW's First King of the Ring
WEW Universal Champion
Mexican and Japanese Death Matches winner
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): All Rounder
Entrance (write it in detail because it will be copied and pasted into our shows when your character enters the ring.): The PCW arena is buzzing as the fans prepare for the next contest. The tron comes to life showing a coded message before '2x4=' appears on the screen. The alphabet begins to rapidly flash across the screen as the equation stays strong. Suddenly the first letter comes after the = sign, S. A few seconds later the next one does M. A space seperates the next letter from the one before it. R, A, Y, and E follow almost immediately afterwards as the fans that know begin to blare out their approval and/or disapproval.
"Your magic... White rabbit... Has left it's writing on the wall... And we follow like Alice... AND JUST KEEP DIVING DOWN THE HOLE!"
The crowd watches as SM Raye steps out onto the ramp. They eagerly are anticipating what the man formerly know as 'The Courier of Controversy' will do next as 'White Rabbit' by Egypt Central echoes throughtout the arena.
'You can't face your broken promise
Our ties have come undone
I will not be used to be battered and abused
It's the reason why I choose to cut my losses
Your lies fool no one
Your magic white rabbit
Your white room straight jacket'
SM looks around at the many faces with a devilish smirk on his face. He begins his slow descent to the ringside area.
"Making his way to the ring at this time... He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 225 pounds. From Chicago, IL... He is know as "The Franchise of Professional Wrestling'... He is SSSSSSSS MMMMMM RAAAAAYE!"
Once he reaches the squared circle he takes a step back before hopping up and placing his knee on the apron and swinging his foot up and staring at the crowd once more to feed off them a moment longer. He grabs the rope and slingshots over, landing on the middle rope and perching himself in the corner SM studies the crowd again before throwing his arms out in his signature crucifix pose.
Finishing Moves:WTFU (Wake The Fuck Up)-A package set up with the attacker hooking his opponents arms and lifting them into the air. He then wraps his arms around their legs and gives them a spin before catching them in the back of the head with a knee.
The Casteless Crown- Moonsault Double Footstomp
Signature Moves: Rope Assisted Superkick, Ace Crusher (Done from ANYWHERE... I.E. Rope Hung, Corner Hung, Standing, springboarded, grounded/to kneeling opponent, standing)
Basic Moveset:
Martial Arts style strikes and kicks
Double Underhook Powerbomb
Snap Suplex
Superplex
Hammer Lock DDT
Moonsault (Diving, Springboard)
Springboard Frankenstiener (Also Reverse version)
Sleeper
Cattle Muttilation
Cobra Clutch
Double Legged Muta Lock
Fireman Carry Double Knee Gut Buster (Also done from Second)
Ric Flair-esque Knee Drop
Slingshot Leg Drop
Roaring Elbow (To face and/or back of the head)
Sample RP (Required):
Act 3: The Task at Hand
Date: Night of Animosity
Time: After Start of the Show
Characters Used: Raye, Aubrey Williams
The camera cuts backstage to Aubrey Williams. The backstage interviewer is completely decked out in a purple dress with sequins just at the top and purple heels. She jumps as she notices that the camera is recording. She points to the door behind her which reads 'Men's Locker room'.
"Aubrey Williams here waiting on the returning SM Raye... Hopefully he is in the talking mood."
The lovely interviewers wait is short, however, as Raye opens the door and steps out into the hall. Aubrey steps in front of him and shoves the microphone into his face.
"SM how does it feel to be back in WEW?"
Raye looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You people sure know how to make a guy feel welcomed... But to answer your question Aubrey... I feel great it feels great to be lacing my boots up and I'm ready to tear into Broken Saint tonight... He has come a long way to get to where he is, but that is mainly because he hasn't taken on the caliber of worker that I am... Tonight Broken Saint is going to get the match of his career..."
Aubrey nods and readies her next question.
"There seems to be some kind of animosity between you and former Universal Champion Vantage... Can I get your real thoughts on that?"
"The whole time I was gone all I heard about was Vantage this and Vantage that... Vantage is such a great wrestler... I wanna be like Vantage... Vantage has easily beaten the number of days you held the Universal Championship... Let me tell you something about Vantage... He is a sneaky, pathetic BITCH... The only reason he held that title for so long is because he was one of management's lil puppets... He ducked title defenses... He ducked opponents... All the ones he did face were people who were either never to do well here or the ones who were one foot out the God damn door..."
Miss Williams shakes her head.
"So you think Broken Saints win was over what some might call a fluke champion?"
"No... I would say Broken Saints title win was over a PAPER champion and a man who is no where near ready to even be considered a fucking curtain jerker... I'll admit Jericho has all the talent in the world... He is that damn good, but at the same time AGAIN I have to say he is merely coaxing due to the fact he has never been in the ring with someone like me..."
Aubrey brushes down her dress and exhales.
"So you're saying you are better than everyone on the roster? You have had a few losses under your belt as well... Sayge, Mr. Burke, Ryan Cavallari, James Shark... Any of those ring a bell?"
SM trains those baby blues on her and smirks arrogantly.
"I don't give a fuck if you are the most successful person in the world... You are bound to have a few drawbacks... And I think my win/loss record speaks for itself... I have one of, if not THE best win/loss record in this company... I am the measuring stick the everyone else is compared to... With a title or without one..."
Aubrey nods and takes a slow breath.
""I noticed on your twitter... You been calling yourself The Franchise... Is that your healthy ego or is that how others perceive you?"
Raye rolls his eyes and the smirk on his face grows.
"Aubrey I am the mother fucking franchise of this company... I put more asses in those seats and make more money for this company than even any of the so called champions can say they have... Hell I been gone for how long? And when I come back it turned Third Degree Burns into the most watched as well as the most replayed pay per view in this company's history... All it took was me saying one damn sentence and those amoebas ate it like fresh Halloween candy... So you tell me is that ego or am I honestly the best in the world at what I do?"
"I can't argue with that?"
"Now back onto the subject of my opponent for tonight... Jericho I'm sure you have heard the news... Isa is dead... God rest her soul... We both lost someone who meant the world to us... So win, lose, or draw... I'm hoping you agree with me that we are gonna put on the best damn match of the night and dedicate it to her memory... I got nothing, but respect for you Jericho... But tonight is not about respect it is about two men going out there and fucking putting on a show like those sheep have never seen and will NEVER see again..."
Aubrey smiles as the next question enters her mind.
"How's your family doing at this tragic time?"
The smirk and arrogance in Raye's eyes fades to a snarl. He slams his fist into the wall, just missing Aubrey's head.
"Let me tell you something bitch... I'm only going to say this once... And this goes to you, all of WEW management, and all of the WEW roster... Keep MY family out of your mother fucking mouths... YOU GOT THAT?!"
Raye points somewhere off camera which inturn makes the camera follow his finger to the double doors leading to the exit to the building. The camera slowly pans back to Raye's rage filled expression.
"Let me go into something else for you... You seen the doors... As soon as I pass through those mother fuckers... Sebastian Raye lies dormant and in his wake is the sickest and most ruthless man WEW has ever known SM mother fucking RAYE... AS soon as I pass through those doors I am someone completely different... The outside world is no longer there and stuff that effects me there can't touch me... As soon as I walk through those doors a switch goes off... As soon as I pass through that threshold the outside world doesn't matter... I've been asked COUNTLESS times how I can bare to live with myself with some of my devilish antics I show you idiots on camera... Because of this reason I mentioned putting on a show ealier... Well here's an eye opener for you people that's all WRESTLING is anymore... A show... A circus with dancing clowns, strong men, a bunch of druken fools, and some better of prostitutes and strippers all rubbing one off on each other. I'm no different... SM RAYE is nothing more than a fake creation made to entertain you bleating bastards and make you spend your hard earn money to buy a ticket or to pay your cable, internet, or pay per view bills... I am a face to slap on t-shirts, ice cream bars, and psters... And a name that gives you something to scream out your admiration or hatred toward..."
Raye stops and takes a deep breath while licking his lips.
"Because the world is so enveloped into the cyber netic experience... Because the world is tied up in a web of deciet and lies it's what makes it possible for us REAL workers and the none talented wannabe actors to step into a ring and do a lil act for you people to buy into and get all hard and wet over... WE are the ones putting our bodies and lives on the line for your entertainment... For you to piss away your lives and forget about your problems while you laugh, curse, or sit in awe..."
The lights reflect from the eyes of the extremely emotional man as he continues his rant.
"Now whether you want to admit to it or not... You KNOW it's the truth... Workers... Wrestlers... Entertainers... Whatever the fuck you wanna call us these days... ALL we are... Are the fucking distractions from your meaningless lives because you pussies are too lazy to make something out of yourselves... This is why I always tell you I don't give two shits to a fuck less about what you think... I KNOW who I am outside the ring... I KNOW who I am inside the ring... And unlike you bunch of imbred, idiotic, slacked jawed, and utter useless punks... I admit it to myself every fucking day..."
SM punches the wall once more, narrowly missing Aubrey again.
"Now that said I am gonna get back on point and talk about Mr. Jericho 'Broken Saint' Agbonlahor... I'm sorry to say it come win, lose, or draw... TONIGHT... You're gonna know what it feels like to be in the ring with someone who is looking to knock you off the pedestal that the WEW management decided to put you on. Tonight... You are gonna know what it feels like to be in the ring with someone who is not looking only to pin you... I'm looking to make my make in the only way I know how Jericho... By taking you making you my bitch in front of all the WEW management, roster, and fans... Jericho I told you I respect you and I do... But as I said tonight is not about respect... Tonight is about me putting all of WEW on notice... That's right the One Man Militia, the Courier of Controversy, the Uncrowned King... THE FRANCHISE is for God damn sure back... And I am ready and willing to kick more asses... Take more names... Leave more broken bodies and careers in my wake than ever before... The hunt is on..."
Raye grabs the camera and pulls it in close to his face.
""Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.""
