Jose (Face)

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Jose

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:
[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).

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
  

Wrestling Style: Style is not the word most would use when in reference to the way he fights in the ring. Sure there are traces of what once was a slick & refined way of wrestling (much like there are traces of what was a decent human being in him). But for whatever reason (guess) it's been a long time since it was what it once was. In its place is what every aspect of Jose is like, a small hurricane of violence trapped in a frail looking body. Most common is strikes (if you want to call them that) and a few wrestling maneuvers mixed within his body's awkward positioning & movements & reactions. Also is prone to stashing steel forks, rail road spikes, butter knives (and other smaller knives), steel meat hooks, and steel chains on his person to use in the ring.

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.