Post by v on Aug 6, 2008 7:47:05 GMT
Wrestler Info
Name: Jose
Real Name: Jose Z.
Height/Weight: 6'1"/170 lbs.
Hometown: Apartment 777, Eden View Apartment Complex
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He is born of a broken man (or, so the radio tells him as much). There is no possible way to narrow Jose down to a single word, even by most freaks and misfits' standards. Bipolar to an extreme, emotions are some times weaknesses he wishes to be rid of and yet other times things he longs for. The man is homicidal, genocidal and suicidal though prefers not to wear a turban. He is an artist, a killer, a champion, a deviant, a loon, a guide, an adult, a child and many other things rolled up into a ball. He is prone to acts of violence yet despises humanity for the very same thing (amongst other matters). Sadly, he is beginning to fear he might be one of those "crazies" if reviewing his diary entries are any indication. He is flawed to an extreme and it is because of that he is beloved, good ole America loving its anti-heroes.
Theme Music: Wednesday 13 - Transylvania 910210
Entrance:
Appearance: The build of his body appears to be lanky and scrawny & unimpressive though it is not entirely the case. What little is there is completely toned & defined, showing he does have muscles, only in a compact manner. This bag of meat is covered in a white skin tone that is pale though not in a deathly manner. Two dark brown eyes sit inside the sunken eye sockets of his otherwise moderately charming facial features. Some thing of a mess sits on top of his head in the form of black locks that reach down to his jaw line.
Most commonly his choice of attire consists of a leather collar around his neck with steel hoops through it. A combination of either a t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt or just the long sleeved shirt or a hoodie is for his upper half. Every so often he'll wear what once was a long sleeved shirt but the arms are ripped off from the elbows down. Either black jeans or black cargo pants are his lower half's choice in attire though much like some of his shirts, all the pant legs are missing past the knees. Usually letting his leather steel toed boots with steel strap buckles running along them to be visible.
Every once in a while he'll pull out some thing a touch more fancy than that. Typically the extent of his dressing up consists of wearing a long flowing to his feet black trench coat he's kept in good shape. Partially because he only wears it around the house from time to time and for entrances to big (PPV) matches. Of course he also wears his trusty purple scarf & driving goggles when dealing with Burger Bud's Revenge (a.k.a. the moped).
Rep: Random Goth Guy (Jet?)
Finishing Move: I Feel Like Shattering Your Jaw - Shotei (Running Palm Strike)
Trademark Moves:
Goodbye! Oh, hello again! - Uraken (Spinning Back Fist)
YOUR FACE IS STINKY - Yakuza Kick
All Around the Lava Pit the Monkey Chased the Bunny - Evenflow DDT into Front Guillotine Choke w/ Leg Scissors
I Spell Knee with a Y - Springboard Knee Strike
Collapsing Underneath the Crashing Weight of Mainstream Media's Ignorance - Top-Rope Senton Splash
Movelist:
Bio: Why don't you ask him?
Three Strengths:
Three Weaknesses:
Real Name: Oni & all variations will do.
E-Mail Address: You should know this by now.
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Personal Staff Info
Name: Umbra
Real Name: Unknown
Hometown: Unknown
Alignment: Unknown
Gimmick: Not much is known about Umbra beyond that he managed the wrestler known as "the Phantom" in three different promotions. The man known as "the Phantom" has not been seen in some time and Umbra was the same until now. Many thought him to have merely disappeared back into a normal life (whatever that may be for him) though with the sudden appearance of Jose Z., he's remerged. Yet he's never seen by any one except on film with his "client" who seems to vary on being aware of Umbra's existence. It remains to be seen whether Umbra is in fact the same man that only ever spoke once on film or a fake...or possibly a figment of Jose's fragmented mind.
Theme Music: N/A - N/A
Appearance: Because of the extent of his attire (see below for more in depth details on that), not much is known of his actual appearance. He appears to be rather fit and muscular. Maybe it is a hint that he was once more than just a simple manager in the professional wrestling business. Whatever the case, his general shape, height and weight, and eye color is all that is known about his bodily appearance at this time.
A set of black combat boots shield his feet from the various degrees of hardships they'd face due to the world. Nearly the entire rest of him is covered in a long black hooded robe; so long in fact that it hides all but the actual foot area of his boots. The robe is at all times closed, preventing any real clear idea of what he wears underneath the long flowing clothe. Though, from the few times some thing can be seen under briefly, it would appear to be some type of black body suit. Much like his feet, his hands are protected from the outside world well too. Instead of boots, they are protected by long black leather gloves however. To round out this attire is a black mask that covers his entire head and disappears into the robe (where it ends and his clothes under begin is unknown).
Rep: Organzation XIII member
Ringside Behaviour He is not at ringside for matches.
Name: Jose
Real Name: Jose Z.
Height/Weight: 6'1"/170 lbs.
Hometown: Apartment 777, Eden View Apartment Complex
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He is born of a broken man (or, so the radio tells him as much). There is no possible way to narrow Jose down to a single word, even by most freaks and misfits' standards. Bipolar to an extreme, emotions are some times weaknesses he wishes to be rid of and yet other times things he longs for. The man is homicidal, genocidal and suicidal though prefers not to wear a turban. He is an artist, a killer, a champion, a deviant, a loon, a guide, an adult, a child and many other things rolled up into a ball. He is prone to acts of violence yet despises humanity for the very same thing (amongst other matters). Sadly, he is beginning to fear he might be one of those "crazies" if reviewing his diary entries are any indication. He is flawed to an extreme and it is because of that he is beloved, good ole America loving its anti-heroes.
Theme Music: Wednesday 13 - Transylvania 910210
Entrance:
[i]The low hum of electronic produced music and guitar strumming are seeping through the sound system, and into the arena. Many of the fans stand on their feet and look around for the competitor that is making his entrance. To make things more difficult for them is the lighting dims to just a hair above complete darkness. What follows next isn't a person but rather a hushed voice singing along with the instrumentals.[/i]
[center][color=olive][b]My room came alive
My dog just died
Stacked 13 pennies on his eyes
I stared at the wall
It stared back at me
It started to breath
And then it started to bleed[/b][/color][/center]
[i]Murmurs ripple through the fans and the voice grows a little louder while maintaining its hushed tone.[/i]
[center][color=olive][b]The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
[size=5]Transylvania 90210[/size][/b][/color][/center]
[i]A light beams through the crowd from one of the entrances into the seating arrangement. One by one the fans start to filter out of the way of it to see what is causing this intense ray suddenly.[/i]
[center][color=olive][b]I had a plastic casket with candy bones inside
I put the skeleton together and it came to life
He said that I looked bored
He took a knife from the drawer
He said to kill for me
What are you waiting for?[/b][/color][/center]
[i]It is when they part entirely that it is revealed to be a black beat up moped that is sputtering & hanging onto life by a thread. The rider on it is wearing a dark violet scarf around his neck that hides his jaw and old fashioned driving goggles over his eyes. With one hand he mans the transportation device and with the one holds a Big Gulp slushie drink. He doesn't seem to notice the attention his vehicle is getting and quite nonchalantly puts the straw into his scarf's area, and drinks from the frozen treat.[/i]
[center][color=olive][b]The moon cracked open
And it started to flow
And my future was exposed
The gods gave me my own TV show
And they called it
[size=5]Transylvania 90210[/size][/color][/b][/center]
[i]At unsafe speeds the moped zips through the ground level seating & shows that it is surprisingly tough. The machine blasts through chairs & sends them flying in every direction as its driver calmly continues to sip from his drink. It is only when they are within a few feet of the guard rail that he stops it abruptly and turns it off. With a sigh he gets to his feet & pulls off his scarf and goggles, and sets them on the seat & his half finished Big Gulp on top of them. In one fluid motion he hops over the guard rail & slides into the ring as his music fades away & the lights return.[/i]
Appearance: The build of his body appears to be lanky and scrawny & unimpressive though it is not entirely the case. What little is there is completely toned & defined, showing he does have muscles, only in a compact manner. This bag of meat is covered in a white skin tone that is pale though not in a deathly manner. Two dark brown eyes sit inside the sunken eye sockets of his otherwise moderately charming facial features. Some thing of a mess sits on top of his head in the form of black locks that reach down to his jaw line.
Most commonly his choice of attire consists of a leather collar around his neck with steel hoops through it. A combination of either a t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt or just the long sleeved shirt or a hoodie is for his upper half. Every so often he'll wear what once was a long sleeved shirt but the arms are ripped off from the elbows down. Either black jeans or black cargo pants are his lower half's choice in attire though much like some of his shirts, all the pant legs are missing past the knees. Usually letting his leather steel toed boots with steel strap buckles running along them to be visible.
Every once in a while he'll pull out some thing a touch more fancy than that. Typically the extent of his dressing up consists of wearing a long flowing to his feet black trench coat he's kept in good shape. Partially because he only wears it around the house from time to time and for entrances to big (PPV) matches. Of course he also wears his trusty purple scarf & driving goggles when dealing with Burger Bud's Revenge (a.k.a. the moped).
Rep: Random Goth Guy (Jet?)
Finishing Move: I Feel Like Shattering Your Jaw - Shotei (Running Palm Strike)
Trademark Moves:
Goodbye! Oh, hello again! - Uraken (Spinning Back Fist)
YOUR FACE IS STINKY - Yakuza Kick
All Around the Lava Pit the Monkey Chased the Bunny - Evenflow DDT into Front Guillotine Choke w/ Leg Scissors
I Spell Knee with a Y - Springboard Knee Strike
Collapsing Underneath the Crashing Weight of Mainstream Media's Ignorance - Top-Rope Senton Splash
Movelist:
- Spinning Heel Kick
- Pelé Kick
- Knee Strike
- Open Handed Slap
- Headbutt
- Forearm Strike
- Open Handed Chop
- Roundhouse Kick
- Tope
- Moonsault
- Double Stomp
- Flying Crossbody
- Camel Clutch
- Leg Lariat
- Spear Tackle
- Russian Leg Sweep
- Shining Elbow Drop
- Lung Blower Backbreaker
- Hurricanrana
- Spinning Neckbreaker
Bio: Why don't you ask him?
Three Strengths:
- Unpredictable
- Agility
- Speed
Three Weaknesses:
- Reckless
- Sloppiness
- Unstable
Real Name: Oni & all variations will do.
E-Mail Address: You should know this by now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Personal Staff Info
Name: Umbra
Real Name: Unknown
Hometown: Unknown
Alignment: Unknown
Gimmick: Not much is known about Umbra beyond that he managed the wrestler known as "the Phantom" in three different promotions. The man known as "the Phantom" has not been seen in some time and Umbra was the same until now. Many thought him to have merely disappeared back into a normal life (whatever that may be for him) though with the sudden appearance of Jose Z., he's remerged. Yet he's never seen by any one except on film with his "client" who seems to vary on being aware of Umbra's existence. It remains to be seen whether Umbra is in fact the same man that only ever spoke once on film or a fake...or possibly a figment of Jose's fragmented mind.
Theme Music: N/A - N/A
Appearance: Because of the extent of his attire (see below for more in depth details on that), not much is known of his actual appearance. He appears to be rather fit and muscular. Maybe it is a hint that he was once more than just a simple manager in the professional wrestling business. Whatever the case, his general shape, height and weight, and eye color is all that is known about his bodily appearance at this time.
A set of black combat boots shield his feet from the various degrees of hardships they'd face due to the world. Nearly the entire rest of him is covered in a long black hooded robe; so long in fact that it hides all but the actual foot area of his boots. The robe is at all times closed, preventing any real clear idea of what he wears underneath the long flowing clothe. Though, from the few times some thing can be seen under briefly, it would appear to be some type of black body suit. Much like his feet, his hands are protected from the outside world well too. Instead of boots, they are protected by long black leather gloves however. To round out this attire is a black mask that covers his entire head and disappears into the robe (where it ends and his clothes under begin is unknown).
Rep: Organzation XIII member
Ringside Behaviour He is not at ringside for matches.