Post by Adrian Willard on Jun 10, 2011 11:43:37 GMT -5
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W R E S T L E R P R O F I L E
Ring Name
"The Prohpet" Adrian Willard
Age
24
Height
6'4
Weight
255
Alignment
Tweener
Hometown
Chicago, IL
Entrance Music
"Genesis" by Justice
A P P E A R A N C E
Looks
Adrian Willard is a very muscular man, he looks like a professional body builder but instead he is a professional wrestler. A few tattoos on his arms and back. Adrian has shoulder length black hair, his eyes are blue.
Ring Attire
He wears tights that are white and have “The Prophecy” written on the back of them in black with tribal designs around it.
B I O G R A P H Y
Personality
Adrian is a beat them and break them heel. Not caring for any rules or the direction of the referee he will use any means to beat an opponent. More of a punch for punch wrestler he would rather beat an opponent clean than cheap. But, if drastic times call for drastic measures he will cheat if needed. Adrian has no liking for weapons; he is a wrestler at heart even if his morals are misguided.
Background
Adrian Willard grew up in Chicago, IL a son of a carpenter he took to the streets very quickly on the south side of the city. Growing up with a neighborhood white gang he was a problem child. His father in order to keep Adrian from going into prison forced him to join his Middle School wrestling team. A legend was born. From this simple sport Adrian began to excel, proving his skills were not on the streets but on a wrestling mat.
After winning the Illinois State High School wrestling finals four years in a row and excelling in school Adrian received a full scholarship to Iowa State where he pursued his wrestling career by winning the NCAA Championship twice. He graduated Iowa with honors and was introduced to a good friend of his Jerry “The Freak” Adams who is an intense professional wrestling fan. After many hours of discussions and talking about professional wrestling Adrian decided he wanted to embark on a journey into professional wrestling with Jerry “The Freak” Adams.
Manager
Freak
S H O W M A N S H I P
Ring Entrance
"Genesis" by Justice cues up and the crowd waits. As the lights dim out, a bit of pyrotechnics as "The Prophecy" goes across the screen. They wait about thirty seven seconds. When they enter the ramp Freak holds the curtain open for Adrian Willard, the crowd boos loudly as Adrian walks down the ramp slowly checking his gear. Freak yells at some of the audience members and tries to grab the breasts of some females. Adrian now stands in front of the ring grabbing the bottom rope and climbing up the side he then enters the ring. Freak stands on the outside taunting the fans as Adrian poses in front of the ropes. Freak takes the cigarette out of his mouth and smothers it against the ring post.
Wrestling Style
Brawler / Powerhouse
M O V E S E T
Basic Moves
|- Powerslam
|- Stalling Vertical Suplex
|- Sidewalk Slam
|- Shoulderbreaker
|- Running Powerslam
|- Belly to Belly Suplex
|- German Suplex
|- Snap Suplex
|- Gorilla Press
|- European Uppercut
|- Camel Clutch
|- Flying Clothesline
|- Backbreaker
F I N I S H E R
Primary Finisher(s)
Higher Vision
Setup
Kick to Gut
Description
F-5
Sample RP:
VOICE: “So, you put a side project to rest, you believed it was over. You assumed that the price has been paid in full. You gained subtle, meantime victory. Nothing, no one, with a goal, with a vision, is ever truly laid to rest, they may be dormant, but so is the eye of a hurricane, the calm before the true backlash and storm.”
FADE IN…
A chilly and rainy day in the streets of Chicago, Illinois, as the drizzle from the rain beats off the asphalt streets of the UIC campus on Racine. Adrian drinking from a bottle of water after he has finished he jog around the area. Freak standing by with his vehicle so they can continue down Racine and to Taylor Street, stop at Al’s Beef after.
WILLARD: Actions, actions, actions, we all pay for our actions, don’t’ we. We all pay for sticking our nose in other peoples business, like the Americans raging war on Iraq to the Jews poking fun at the Germans and being tossed in ovens. Nonetheless, prophecies pay off, ideas, people with greater causes and a more ideological approach to the whole spectrum of divinity.”
FREAK: “Aiight simply put it like this holmes, right, f-ck ya p-ssy ass victory at Raucous Cammy, you can stream line that sh-t as hard as you want like my c-ck when I am f-cking ya wife hommie. We still put one up on Hart boy, yo, still got what we got don, yo.”
WILLARD: “Cameron, you paid the price for a 'putting your hand in the cookie jar' moment. No one asked for Cruise to pop his weasel-like head in my personal business, no one rolled the carpet out and requested Cruise’s assistance. Yet, he did anyways, he walked in and tried to stop me from putting Hart out of commission.”
FREAK: “Tried, b-tch, ya tried to stop this here train, just like I be trying to slide this thick ass sh-t (grabs his crotch) in some tight sweet p-ssy, bust that b-tch open, ya heard?”
WILLARD: “And what did you receive in return Cameron? Oh, that’s right, Hart making you his flat out prision slut.”
FREAK: “Damn, Cammy, he gone out and made you his flat out b-tch, and ya took it, like….a….b-tch, dawg.”
WILLARD: “Pardon the straight forwardness, Cameron. I have bigger fish to fry than you getting a bit lucky with a pin fall, far bigger fish to fry. But don’t reassure yourself all to far Cameron, don’t press the button to early. It will blow up in your face.”
FREAK: “Like when I bust a nut all over some slut, f-cking facial, nigga!”
WILLARD: “Luck is just that, it’s simply, luck. One mans luck is sure to end its tide, and your little stunt, your little play a game of run in and be the hero, it backfired. You should have remained in your domain, safe, secure, instead you attempt to overthrow me, you attempted to stop the unstoppable. It’s a prophecy Cameron, it’s made to happen if you like it or hate it. Nothing you do or say will prevent it.”
FREAK: “Nothing a girl does or says will prevent my ass from slapping that big ‘ol booty, imma walk on up and slap da sh-t out that ba-dunk-a-dunk.”
WILLARD: “But you don’t see this, you don’t witness it, you refuse to accept it. You want to live in this delusion that the world needs Cameron Cruise. No one needs Cameron Cruise, no one wants Cameron Cruise, and they sure as hell wouldn’t miss you either.”
FREAK: “But you can guarantee when I showed Mercedes my wonderful tongue action while you were busy trying to assist Hart that she gonna miss this Puerto Rican love stud every night dawg. Every god damn night, yo.”
WILLARD: “You may mask me as the villain, the rival, I have already in less than a month taken many fronts, from assaulting Peter File, to Shawn Hart, to your little triumph win at Raucous. Little, because at the end of the night I STILLgot what I wanted.”
FREAK: “He still got what the f-ck he wanted, he still put the punch to Hart and did what we said he was gonna do, damn that ace yo, that some damn skill man! What you got on that Cruise, trying ta be Superman save the world and sh-t. Man, get the f-ck outta here dawg, can’t stop this on here sh-t, yo.”
WILLARD: “But that’s the entire point Cameron, you don’t see past your self admiring perception to witness what was the ultimate goal, and I can care less if I pick up a loss to Cammy Boy Cruise, I am more worried about transforming this very company into something more, pleasant.”
FREAK: “Man I can say so much sh-t right now man, but imma save that up.”
WILLARD: “As much as you want to be part of this agenda, you just aren’t high profile enough to get my full undivided attention, some day...possibly, at this point on the much larger scale, far beyond what your internal blinders see, you just don’t cut the cake, Cameron.”
FREAK: “Cameron, you can’t even look at the mother f-cking cake man, you ain’t even invited to the damn party, yo. You on this here thang like you got a steak to claim all up in here. Get your sorry ass back to the tag team division and have a nice damn day.”
WILLARD: “But isn’t this the perfect chance Cameron, for me to fulfill whatever it is I please to do? To take out Payne, a useless military tool, a symbol of government oppression, a man who was nothing more than a pawn on the chess board for elitist? Another man who lacks vision. Think about it long and hard Cameron, look at the people involved…”
Freak pauses and lights up another cigarette.
WILLARD: “Payne, a slave to the government unable to see his own destiny and vision, following a pre-made path. Shawn Hart, a man carried and lifted by corporations to make a greater profit and more capital, a man lacking his own vision of greatness. Jack n’ Hoff, two below par intelligent Mongols who believe they are some new aged tag team that can lead to utter victory, failing to see they are nothing more than laughing stocks, lacking the vision or desire to grasp that concept. So we leave off with you Cameron, a man who is so entranced in his own life, his own self, he fails to see the vision in place, that is in motion”
FREAK: “This b-tch be more in motion that some neighborhood slut riding on ya magic stick, yo. This ain’t never gonna stop, this ain’t never gonna die, this is truth, it be what it be, and there ain’t a damn thang ya gonna do ta stop it. It’s coming, its coming like I just got outta prision after three years and some hoe be slobbing on my pole, it coming!”
WILLARD: “But again, this is all information you lack to admit Cruise, you and all the others. Now, what is in this for me? What can I achieve from being thrown into the mix of this Tag Team Turmoil? Other than the hope I get to lay hands on Hart and victory, I suppose self gratification that the prophecy I am fulfilling reaches its next plateau.”
FREAK: “Moving on up nigga, like Obama!”
WILLARD: “Nothing will stop me, not you or Hart. As for my partner, File, he is a lost cause, and the only hope is that we self destruct as Jack n’ Hoff so elegantly put it. Will that occur? No. Can it occur? Not from me. I am a man for one cause, the one that is been embedded in my dreams, the one that the heavens have given me, the dream of glory and triumph.”
FREAK: “Getting that ultimate prize, fool ass…”
WILLARD: “You embark on your quest to deliver 'reality' to the weak and the few, continue your path to open the eyes of non-believers to your sense of 'reality', a diluted vision with no outcome, no value.”
FREAK: “Ain’t nothing ya be gaining from it yo…”
WILLARD: “For I am on a path leading to an ultimate result…”
FREAK: “Victory, destruction, and b-tches!”
WILLARD: “I am a Shepard attempting to lead a strayed flock…”
FREAK: “Leading dem same b-tches to my love shack!”
WILLARD: “And no one will prevent it from occurring…”
FREAK: “AIN’T NO ONE!”
WILLARD:” It’s been….ENVISIONED….”
FREAK: “AND DON’T GIVE A F-CK IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!!!”
FADE OUT.
Experience: 4 years efeding
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______________________________
W R E S T L E R P R O F I L E
Ring Name
"The Prohpet" Adrian Willard
Age
24
Height
6'4
Weight
255
Alignment
Tweener
Hometown
Chicago, IL
Entrance Music
"Genesis" by Justice
A P P E A R A N C E
Looks
Adrian Willard is a very muscular man, he looks like a professional body builder but instead he is a professional wrestler. A few tattoos on his arms and back. Adrian has shoulder length black hair, his eyes are blue.
Ring Attire
He wears tights that are white and have “The Prophecy” written on the back of them in black with tribal designs around it.
B I O G R A P H Y
Personality
Adrian is a beat them and break them heel. Not caring for any rules or the direction of the referee he will use any means to beat an opponent. More of a punch for punch wrestler he would rather beat an opponent clean than cheap. But, if drastic times call for drastic measures he will cheat if needed. Adrian has no liking for weapons; he is a wrestler at heart even if his morals are misguided.
Background
Adrian Willard grew up in Chicago, IL a son of a carpenter he took to the streets very quickly on the south side of the city. Growing up with a neighborhood white gang he was a problem child. His father in order to keep Adrian from going into prison forced him to join his Middle School wrestling team. A legend was born. From this simple sport Adrian began to excel, proving his skills were not on the streets but on a wrestling mat.
After winning the Illinois State High School wrestling finals four years in a row and excelling in school Adrian received a full scholarship to Iowa State where he pursued his wrestling career by winning the NCAA Championship twice. He graduated Iowa with honors and was introduced to a good friend of his Jerry “The Freak” Adams who is an intense professional wrestling fan. After many hours of discussions and talking about professional wrestling Adrian decided he wanted to embark on a journey into professional wrestling with Jerry “The Freak” Adams.
Manager
Freak
S H O W M A N S H I P
Ring Entrance
"Genesis" by Justice cues up and the crowd waits. As the lights dim out, a bit of pyrotechnics as "The Prophecy" goes across the screen. They wait about thirty seven seconds. When they enter the ramp Freak holds the curtain open for Adrian Willard, the crowd boos loudly as Adrian walks down the ramp slowly checking his gear. Freak yells at some of the audience members and tries to grab the breasts of some females. Adrian now stands in front of the ring grabbing the bottom rope and climbing up the side he then enters the ring. Freak stands on the outside taunting the fans as Adrian poses in front of the ropes. Freak takes the cigarette out of his mouth and smothers it against the ring post.
Wrestling Style
Brawler / Powerhouse
M O V E S E T
Basic Moves
|- Powerslam
|- Stalling Vertical Suplex
|- Sidewalk Slam
|- Shoulderbreaker
|- Running Powerslam
|- Belly to Belly Suplex
|- German Suplex
|- Snap Suplex
|- Gorilla Press
|- European Uppercut
|- Camel Clutch
|- Flying Clothesline
|- Backbreaker
F I N I S H E R
Primary Finisher(s)
Higher Vision
Setup
Kick to Gut
Description
F-5
Sample RP:
VOICE: “So, you put a side project to rest, you believed it was over. You assumed that the price has been paid in full. You gained subtle, meantime victory. Nothing, no one, with a goal, with a vision, is ever truly laid to rest, they may be dormant, but so is the eye of a hurricane, the calm before the true backlash and storm.”
FADE IN…
A chilly and rainy day in the streets of Chicago, Illinois, as the drizzle from the rain beats off the asphalt streets of the UIC campus on Racine. Adrian drinking from a bottle of water after he has finished he jog around the area. Freak standing by with his vehicle so they can continue down Racine and to Taylor Street, stop at Al’s Beef after.
WILLARD: Actions, actions, actions, we all pay for our actions, don’t’ we. We all pay for sticking our nose in other peoples business, like the Americans raging war on Iraq to the Jews poking fun at the Germans and being tossed in ovens. Nonetheless, prophecies pay off, ideas, people with greater causes and a more ideological approach to the whole spectrum of divinity.”
FREAK: “Aiight simply put it like this holmes, right, f-ck ya p-ssy ass victory at Raucous Cammy, you can stream line that sh-t as hard as you want like my c-ck when I am f-cking ya wife hommie. We still put one up on Hart boy, yo, still got what we got don, yo.”
WILLARD: “Cameron, you paid the price for a 'putting your hand in the cookie jar' moment. No one asked for Cruise to pop his weasel-like head in my personal business, no one rolled the carpet out and requested Cruise’s assistance. Yet, he did anyways, he walked in and tried to stop me from putting Hart out of commission.”
FREAK: “Tried, b-tch, ya tried to stop this here train, just like I be trying to slide this thick ass sh-t (grabs his crotch) in some tight sweet p-ssy, bust that b-tch open, ya heard?”
WILLARD: “And what did you receive in return Cameron? Oh, that’s right, Hart making you his flat out prision slut.”
FREAK: “Damn, Cammy, he gone out and made you his flat out b-tch, and ya took it, like….a….b-tch, dawg.”
WILLARD: “Pardon the straight forwardness, Cameron. I have bigger fish to fry than you getting a bit lucky with a pin fall, far bigger fish to fry. But don’t reassure yourself all to far Cameron, don’t press the button to early. It will blow up in your face.”
FREAK: “Like when I bust a nut all over some slut, f-cking facial, nigga!”
WILLARD: “Luck is just that, it’s simply, luck. One mans luck is sure to end its tide, and your little stunt, your little play a game of run in and be the hero, it backfired. You should have remained in your domain, safe, secure, instead you attempt to overthrow me, you attempted to stop the unstoppable. It’s a prophecy Cameron, it’s made to happen if you like it or hate it. Nothing you do or say will prevent it.”
FREAK: “Nothing a girl does or says will prevent my ass from slapping that big ‘ol booty, imma walk on up and slap da sh-t out that ba-dunk-a-dunk.”
WILLARD: “But you don’t see this, you don’t witness it, you refuse to accept it. You want to live in this delusion that the world needs Cameron Cruise. No one needs Cameron Cruise, no one wants Cameron Cruise, and they sure as hell wouldn’t miss you either.”
FREAK: “But you can guarantee when I showed Mercedes my wonderful tongue action while you were busy trying to assist Hart that she gonna miss this Puerto Rican love stud every night dawg. Every god damn night, yo.”
WILLARD: “You may mask me as the villain, the rival, I have already in less than a month taken many fronts, from assaulting Peter File, to Shawn Hart, to your little triumph win at Raucous. Little, because at the end of the night I STILLgot what I wanted.”
FREAK: “He still got what the f-ck he wanted, he still put the punch to Hart and did what we said he was gonna do, damn that ace yo, that some damn skill man! What you got on that Cruise, trying ta be Superman save the world and sh-t. Man, get the f-ck outta here dawg, can’t stop this on here sh-t, yo.”
WILLARD: “But that’s the entire point Cameron, you don’t see past your self admiring perception to witness what was the ultimate goal, and I can care less if I pick up a loss to Cammy Boy Cruise, I am more worried about transforming this very company into something more, pleasant.”
FREAK: “Man I can say so much sh-t right now man, but imma save that up.”
WILLARD: “As much as you want to be part of this agenda, you just aren’t high profile enough to get my full undivided attention, some day...possibly, at this point on the much larger scale, far beyond what your internal blinders see, you just don’t cut the cake, Cameron.”
FREAK: “Cameron, you can’t even look at the mother f-cking cake man, you ain’t even invited to the damn party, yo. You on this here thang like you got a steak to claim all up in here. Get your sorry ass back to the tag team division and have a nice damn day.”
WILLARD: “But isn’t this the perfect chance Cameron, for me to fulfill whatever it is I please to do? To take out Payne, a useless military tool, a symbol of government oppression, a man who was nothing more than a pawn on the chess board for elitist? Another man who lacks vision. Think about it long and hard Cameron, look at the people involved…”
Freak pauses and lights up another cigarette.
WILLARD: “Payne, a slave to the government unable to see his own destiny and vision, following a pre-made path. Shawn Hart, a man carried and lifted by corporations to make a greater profit and more capital, a man lacking his own vision of greatness. Jack n’ Hoff, two below par intelligent Mongols who believe they are some new aged tag team that can lead to utter victory, failing to see they are nothing more than laughing stocks, lacking the vision or desire to grasp that concept. So we leave off with you Cameron, a man who is so entranced in his own life, his own self, he fails to see the vision in place, that is in motion”
FREAK: “This b-tch be more in motion that some neighborhood slut riding on ya magic stick, yo. This ain’t never gonna stop, this ain’t never gonna die, this is truth, it be what it be, and there ain’t a damn thang ya gonna do ta stop it. It’s coming, its coming like I just got outta prision after three years and some hoe be slobbing on my pole, it coming!”
WILLARD: “But again, this is all information you lack to admit Cruise, you and all the others. Now, what is in this for me? What can I achieve from being thrown into the mix of this Tag Team Turmoil? Other than the hope I get to lay hands on Hart and victory, I suppose self gratification that the prophecy I am fulfilling reaches its next plateau.”
FREAK: “Moving on up nigga, like Obama!”
WILLARD: “Nothing will stop me, not you or Hart. As for my partner, File, he is a lost cause, and the only hope is that we self destruct as Jack n’ Hoff so elegantly put it. Will that occur? No. Can it occur? Not from me. I am a man for one cause, the one that is been embedded in my dreams, the one that the heavens have given me, the dream of glory and triumph.”
FREAK: “Getting that ultimate prize, fool ass…”
WILLARD: “You embark on your quest to deliver 'reality' to the weak and the few, continue your path to open the eyes of non-believers to your sense of 'reality', a diluted vision with no outcome, no value.”
FREAK: “Ain’t nothing ya be gaining from it yo…”
WILLARD: “For I am on a path leading to an ultimate result…”
FREAK: “Victory, destruction, and b-tches!”
WILLARD: “I am a Shepard attempting to lead a strayed flock…”
FREAK: “Leading dem same b-tches to my love shack!”
WILLARD: “And no one will prevent it from occurring…”
FREAK: “AIN’T NO ONE!”
WILLARD:” It’s been….ENVISIONED….”
FREAK: “AND DON’T GIVE A F-CK IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!!!”
FADE OUT.
