Post by Triple H (F) on Nov 15, 2011 12:49:06 GMT -5
Profile
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Wrestlers Name: Triple H
Nickname(s): The Connecticut Blueblood
The Cerebral Assassin
The Game
The King of Kings
Hometown: Greenwich, Connecticut
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 255
Face/Heel: FACE (( Can be changed to balance roster ))
Entrance:(So we can use it for results)
((TBE))
Movesets
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6 Favorite Moves:
- Chop Block
- Figure four leg lock
- High Knee
- Jumping Knee Drop
- Spinning Spinebuster
- Flowing DDT
Finishing Move(s):
Pedigree (Double underhook facebuster)
Out Of Character
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Name: Patrick
Age:
Contact Information:
Favorite Diva: Victoria, Sarita, Lita
Favorite Wrestler: Chris Benoit, Dave Batista, Dean Malenko, Wade Barrett
Sample Roleplay
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All Members Must Include A Sample Roleplay
The windy harmonica pricks the intrigue of even the most faint audience members who don't recognize the music.
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
A distinct Barta Bull emerges at the top of the ramp, dressed in his regular attire. The crowd finally recognizes who it is and voice their dislike.
Charlie Coors stands from his seat beside the announce table, bringing a microphone to his lips:
"Ladies & Gentleman, please welcome to the ring, BARTA BULL!"
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
The Terrible Toro proudly struts down the ramp saluting who he calls his 'fans'.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"He has every right to be here. He's a GHW superstar..."
"You didn't see the same match I did."
Barta Bull ascends the steps to the ring and diligently steps in-between the ropes. With a mile-wide grin, BB parades around the four corners of the ring. The Terrible Toro stops to receive a microphone from a staffer below him. The gruesome melody of music fades to silence. He swallows before putting the microphone to his mouth.
"Did I surprise you?"
A dull boo in the corner of the area gradually grows into an ear-splitting roar.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"You see, I told you THIS would happen. But, no. No, don't listen to Barta Bull. I preached to you and all I got were 'boos'."
The fans respond with more boos.
"...And that's what you're getting now."
"So how about ya'll SHUT UP and LISTEN!"
The GHW crowd stands on their feet and voice their displeasure. Barta Bull peels his sunglasses off in fury.
"I SAID SHUT-UP!"
"No, you shut-up, Barta Bull!"
Barta Bull cranes his neck eerily to the top of the ramp. General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Smarky Smark, and his assistant Erin, in her sassy work attire, stand gallantly at the top of the ramp.
The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph stares at Barta with hate-filled eyes, disliking the fact that he rode his way back to GHW on Lady Luck’s back. The duo with the power begin to walk forcefully to the foot of the ramp, before Smarky peels off from Erin and enters the squared circle, with Rajkowski soon following suit after giving Barta the evil eye. Not taking any time to survey Barta Bull, Smarky Smark speaks in a hoarse voice.
“Where the hell do you get off?”
The crowd go nuts at the Shaman of Sci-Fi’s response to the douchebag standing across the ring.
“You think you outsmarted me with that little stunt you pulled last week. Bringing out some patsy to take out Ryan Hughes… you knew it was the only way you would be walking out of the GHW Arena with a contract-“
“Whoa there, hold on boss man. I had NOTHING to do with what went down last week. But all it did was quicken the inevitable- I could beat that washed up Mancunian any day of the week. But I’m pleased that you think I outsmarted you, although that isn’t saying much, is it really.”
“I didn’t say you outsmarted me. I said you THOUGHT you had. You see, you beat Ryan, earning yourself a GHW contract. What you didn’t earn was a Tuesday Night Triumph contract. So that means you are trespassing on my show, and wasting my airtime.
Security, get out here.”
At once, several bulky men in tight black shirts walk with a purpose from the top of the ramp. One by one, they surround the ring, before climbing on to the apron, awaiting their next orders. Surprisingly, Barta gives a chuckle, before raising his microphone again.
“So this is how you say goodbye to me? Rip off a cheesy big league gimmick with your little army ready to ambush me from all sides-“
“Not exactly. See, these men are fine members of society. And they also happen to be real security guards. Goodbye, Barta.”
“Fine, I’ll go. Gives you enough time to tend to your five-dollar hooker here. “
He motions to Erin on Smarky’s right, who starts to grind her teeth.
“Such a pretty girl, it’s a shame you charge such cheap rates for the guys in the back.”
Barta tips Erin a wink, which is where he crossed the line. Erin screams, before slapping the taste out of El Toro’s mouth with amazing force. BB retreats, holding his cheek, before looking at Erin and shaking his head. But before he can get close to the secretary, the security team closes in, flooring Barta Bull. As the new superstar struggles with security, Smarky issues one last order.
“Get this man out of my arena!”
The crowd cheers as an enraged Barta is manhandled out of the ring. As he is dragged away, Erin Rajkowski leads the GHW faithful in a chant oh so perfect for the occasion.
“NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!”
“Barta may have won the battle, but Smarky has damn sure won the war!”
“So what the hell just happened… is Barta Bull fired?”
“Hell if I know.”
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Wrestlers Name: Triple H
Nickname(s): The Connecticut Blueblood
The Cerebral Assassin
The Game
The King of Kings
Hometown: Greenwich, Connecticut
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 255
Face/Heel: FACE (( Can be changed to balance roster ))
Entrance:(So we can use it for results)
((TBE))
Movesets
================
6 Favorite Moves:
- Chop Block
- Figure four leg lock
- High Knee
- Jumping Knee Drop
- Spinning Spinebuster
- Flowing DDT
Finishing Move(s):
Pedigree (Double underhook facebuster)
Out Of Character
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Name: Patrick
Age:
Contact Information:
Favorite Diva: Victoria, Sarita, Lita
Favorite Wrestler: Chris Benoit, Dave Batista, Dean Malenko, Wade Barrett
Sample Roleplay
================
All Members Must Include A Sample Roleplay
COWBOY
by Kid Rock begins to play over the bangin' sound system at GHW Arena in Boston, Mass.
by Kid Rock begins to play over the bangin' sound system at GHW Arena in Boston, Mass.
The windy harmonica pricks the intrigue of even the most faint audience members who don't recognize the music.
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
A distinct Barta Bull emerges at the top of the ramp, dressed in his regular attire. The crowd finally recognizes who it is and voice their dislike.
Charlie Coors stands from his seat beside the announce table, bringing a microphone to his lips:
"Ladies & Gentleman, please welcome to the ring, BARTA BULL!"
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
The Terrible Toro proudly struts down the ramp saluting who he calls his 'fans'.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"He has every right to be here. He's a GHW superstar..."
"You didn't see the same match I did."
Barta Bull ascends the steps to the ring and diligently steps in-between the ropes. With a mile-wide grin, BB parades around the four corners of the ring. The Terrible Toro stops to receive a microphone from a staffer below him. The gruesome melody of music fades to silence. He swallows before putting the microphone to his mouth.
"Did I surprise you?"
A dull boo in the corner of the area gradually grows into an ear-splitting roar.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"You see, I told you THIS would happen. But, no. No, don't listen to Barta Bull. I preached to you and all I got were 'boos'."
The fans respond with more boos.
"...And that's what you're getting now."
"So how about ya'll SHUT UP and LISTEN!"
The GHW crowd stands on their feet and voice their displeasure. Barta Bull peels his sunglasses off in fury.
"I SAID SHUT-UP!"
"No, you shut-up, Barta Bull!"
Barta Bull cranes his neck eerily to the top of the ramp. General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph, Smarky Smark, and his assistant Erin, in her sassy work attire, stand gallantly at the top of the ramp.
The General Manager of Tuesday Night Triumph stares at Barta with hate-filled eyes, disliking the fact that he rode his way back to GHW on Lady Luck’s back. The duo with the power begin to walk forcefully to the foot of the ramp, before Smarky peels off from Erin and enters the squared circle, with Rajkowski soon following suit after giving Barta the evil eye. Not taking any time to survey Barta Bull, Smarky Smark speaks in a hoarse voice.
“Where the hell do you get off?”
The crowd go nuts at the Shaman of Sci-Fi’s response to the douchebag standing across the ring.
“You think you outsmarted me with that little stunt you pulled last week. Bringing out some patsy to take out Ryan Hughes… you knew it was the only way you would be walking out of the GHW Arena with a contract-“
“Whoa there, hold on boss man. I had NOTHING to do with what went down last week. But all it did was quicken the inevitable- I could beat that washed up Mancunian any day of the week. But I’m pleased that you think I outsmarted you, although that isn’t saying much, is it really.”
“I didn’t say you outsmarted me. I said you THOUGHT you had. You see, you beat Ryan, earning yourself a GHW contract. What you didn’t earn was a Tuesday Night Triumph contract. So that means you are trespassing on my show, and wasting my airtime.
Security, get out here.”
At once, several bulky men in tight black shirts walk with a purpose from the top of the ramp. One by one, they surround the ring, before climbing on to the apron, awaiting their next orders. Surprisingly, Barta gives a chuckle, before raising his microphone again.
“So this is how you say goodbye to me? Rip off a cheesy big league gimmick with your little army ready to ambush me from all sides-“
“Not exactly. See, these men are fine members of society. And they also happen to be real security guards. Goodbye, Barta.”
“Fine, I’ll go. Gives you enough time to tend to your five-dollar hooker here. “
He motions to Erin on Smarky’s right, who starts to grind her teeth.
“Such a pretty girl, it’s a shame you charge such cheap rates for the guys in the back.”
Barta tips Erin a wink, which is where he crossed the line. Erin screams, before slapping the taste out of El Toro’s mouth with amazing force. BB retreats, holding his cheek, before looking at Erin and shaking his head. But before he can get close to the secretary, the security team closes in, flooring Barta Bull. As the new superstar struggles with security, Smarky issues one last order.
“Get this man out of my arena!”
The crowd cheers as an enraged Barta is manhandled out of the ring. As he is dragged away, Erin Rajkowski leads the GHW faithful in a chant oh so perfect for the occasion.
“NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!”
“Barta may have won the battle, but Smarky has damn sure won the war!”
“So what the hell just happened… is Barta Bull fired?”
“Hell if I know.”