Post by jackredd on Jan 31, 2013 22:35:32 GMT -5
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Personal Info:(Out of Character)
***Name: Tony
Age: 22
Location: Chicago
Facebook: www.facebook.com/tony.miranda.10
Twitter:
Email: Shoryukid@yahoo.com
Any form of Messenger:(AIM, Yahoo, etc.)
Character Information: (In Character)
***Wrestler Name: "Iron" Jack Redd
***Wrestler Age: 28
***Height: 6'10
***Weight: 331 LBS
***Alignment: Face
***Pic Base:
***Who Is Your Picbase?: Sid Vicious
***Wrestler's Entrance: "South Texas Deathride" by The Union Underground begins playing, Jack Redd walks out to the crowd cheering for him, clearly looking pumped up and ready to fight. He walks down towards the ring, ignoring the extended hands of the fans, and continues to make his way towards the ring. Jack steps up onto the ring apron and over the ropes. As he walks into the center of the ring, he raises his right arm into the air, and waits for his opponent *Assuming that he's first*
***Wrestler's Theme Music: South Texas Deathride by The Union Underground
***Wrestler's Bio: Once an up and coming boxer, Jack had a future. All the sports magazines dubbed him as the next big thing to hit the professional boxing circuit. They called him a Juggernaut, an unstoppable force. Never once being knocked out, even by some of the hardest hitting boxers. Those days were good, they were days of a life Jack loved to live. Going from a boy on a farm, to the spotlight...That all came to and end eight years ago, while drinking with his long time friend, Jack got into a street fight and put the other man into a comatose state. Arrested, and even found guilty Jack spent the next eight years of his life behind bars. His name eventually forgotten by the boxing world.
He silently awaits his release.
(Yeah, I'm waaay to tired to write up a full bio. But hey, that's what the RP's are for.)
***What type is your wrestler? Power/Striker
***Move set(What is your wrestler's arsenal? Suplex, neckbreaker, etc.)
Please list 15-20 basic moves below.
1. Stalling Vertical Suplex
2. Running Big Boot
3. Release German Suplex
4. Vicious Right Hand
5. Boxing Combinations
6. Iron Driver (Piledriver)
7. Powerbomb
8. Military Press Slam
9. Samoan Drop
10. Full Nelson Slam
11. Double Handed Choke Toss
12. Vice Grip
13. Backbreaker
14. Iron Vice (Bearhug)
15. Multiple Headbutts
***Wrestler's signature: (Your superstar's move before your finisher. This isn't designed to finish off matches necessarily. However, these moves are designed to lead to your superstar's big finishes. Examples, CM Punk's elbow drop off the turnbuckle, Randy Orton's ring rope DDT, John Cena's 5 moves of doom, etc.)
Please list at least 2 signature moves.
1. Violent Clothesline (Should be self-explanatory. Jack hits his opponent with the mother of all clotheslines.) (Setup for South Texas Deathride)
2. Iron Lock (Torture Rack)
***Wrestler's finisher: (This is your superstars big time finishing move. The move executed to end your opponent. EX: RKO, Sweet Chin Music, Attitude Adjustment, etc.)
Please list at least 2 finishing moves.
1. South Texas Deathride (Running Throwing Crucifix Powerbomb)
2. Torture Rack Drop
***Sample RP:
*This thing is too goddamned annoying to code again, so just deal with it.*
[align=center]Scene One: Freedom
It was one of those days. Cold, dark, and rainy. The kind of day that you would just spend the entire day indoors even if you have things to do, be they important or unimportant...it was the kind of weather that filled people with nothing but apathy. However, for some people apathy was a luxury, a luxury that they could not ever hope to afford. One such person who could not afford such luxuries, was Jack Redd. He was many things, he was powerful, he was strong, he even at one point had a promising career as a boxer...but those days were over. Whatever promise or future he now had was gone. Now he was branded as a criminal, he was branded as scum, all because of an incident eight years ago. Despite that, Jack did not regret his actions, he never had, and never will. Eight years...for Eight years he had lived life behind prison bars, only seeing the sun for a brief hour every day, before being stuffed back into a dark cell. Eight years...but now those days were finally at an end. His sentence was now approaching its final days, and he would finally be a free man.
However, even if he was free...even if he could for the first time in eight long, slow years fall asleep on his comfortable bed waiting for him at home, even if he could go back home to his family, wondering if they would accept him once again with open arms, he could never go back to his former life, it was gone. Flung into a proverbial black hole, never to be seen again. He would have to make a new life for himself, forgetting all about his past life, forgetting all about what made Jack Redd the man that he was. He would have to start anew, casting away his past life, leaving his memories, be they cheerful ones, or even painful ones. All that he could keep would be the sins of his past, nothing more. As he sat silently in his prison cell, ntemplating on what he would do once he left, a guard came up to his cell, knocking on the steel bars to snap Jack out of his train of thought. "Get up! You've got a visitor." The guard said.
"A visitor, huh?" Jack silently said to himself, wondering who would even want to come to a hellhole like this. He stood up, being escorted out of his cage into a room by several guards. They knew how dangerous Jack was, he was the textbook definition of a Juggernaut, even the inmates, men who have murdered and committed vile acts that guaranteed them a spot in Hell, looked at Jack Redd with both fear and respect. Even when he first got sent to this hellhole, the people who tried to fuck with him soon quickly learned to regret it. Those inmates experienced his strength first hand, and they learned just how weak they were compared to a Juggernaut. As Jack entered the room with the guards, he
looked around. It was a small room, used for interrogations. A single table with two chairs sat in the middle, alongside a double sided mirror, which was used to watch the interrogation from a separate room, and across from the empty chair that Jack was standing behind, was a man he did not expect to see.
The man was old, very old. His hair was whiter than paper, a large bald spot on the very top of his head. A mixture of wrinkles and scars covered his face, the latter of which seemed to extend down into the rest of his body. Most of the man's upper and lower body could not be seen, as he wore cultist robes, colored a blood red. A very evil look was present in his eyes, as he stared at Jack, almost seemingly into his soul. Jack had heard of this man before, a madman who preaches the word of some kind of Pain God, and believes that his word is the true word of God, despite how ridiculous it was, Jack knew damn well that the man had dozens, if not hundreds of followers. He knew this man well...for it was his grandfather. Carrius Redd.
"Carrius Redd...or should I call you 'Father Carrius'?" Jack asked. He watched as the man known as Father Carrius smirked at him. "It has been a long time, my grandchild. It's been what, 8 years now?" Carrius asked. "Eight years, Five Months, 21 Days since I've been locked up inside this hellhole." Jack said. "To think, they locked away someone like you, who spread the word of our one true God." Carrius said with a look of disgust in his face, Jack looked at his grandfather with a seemingly mocking smirk. "Still spreading those insane lies, Grandfather?" Jack asked. Carrius simply smiled, though it was clear there was anger behind it. "I know you and your parents are still wary of what I say, but I speak the truth. I have seen him, I have seen our King, and I have felt his warm love. All I do is sing and praise and spread the greatness of our King to this world of filth and sin." Carrius said.
"Whether or not you want to believe me is up to you, I'm not here to spread the word of our King, I am here for you, Jack." Carrius added, before pushing the white container over to his grandson.
"And this is...?" Jack asked. "You're first meal as a free man." Carrius said. Jack looked at him, and then opened the container, Inside were several large pieces of turkey, corn, stuffing, and mashed potatoes, most of which were covered in a rich gravy. A small white spork rested inside the container. "This should at least make up for all the thanksgivings that you missed." Carrius said Jack said nothing, and immediately began eating. Carrius had eaten the same meal some few days ago, and to him...it tasted decent. However, for Jack Redd it was the most delicious meal he has ever had in his life, Carrius even saw that Jack was holding back a few very uncharacteristic tears. In the middle of eating, Jack looked up at Father Carrius.
"Why did you come here? Surely it wasn't to simply feed me." Jack said, Carrius sat there, smiling that smile that Jack hated. "You're right. I didn't come here just to give you food, I've come here to help you." Carrius said. "Help me?" Jack asked again, he was beginning to not like how this was going. "Even though you are going to be a free man soon, no one in their right mind will hand you a job. They see you as a brute, a barbarian, a criminal...but they know nothing. I on the other hand can get you a job you're looking for, a job that would be perfect for you..." Carrius said, Jack was silent, watching his Grandfather, waiting for him to finish.
"…Professional Wrestling." Carrius added. "Wrestling? You can't be serious." Jack said. "Oh, but I am. You see there is a promotion thats been open for awhile now near called Galveston Island Wrestling. I guarantee you that if you go there, they'll hire you." Carrius said. "They wouldn't hire me, just like you said...they'll see me as a criminal." Jack said, Carrius simply shook his head. "No...GIW will hire you, it is a den of vile sin, and they hire the worst of sinners, even a serial killer has shown up on their roster, and even your best friend is considered to be a 'Legend' there." Carrius said.
Best friend...Jack mumbled those words inside his mind. How long had it been since he had seen Tony Miranda? He visited him a few times during the first few years of his sentence...and then just disappeared. No letters, no visits, Jack couldn't even be allowed to get news of the outside world. Jack sighed. He didn't want to take his grandfathers advice, knowing that everything that came out of his mouth was nothing more than insane babble...but what choice did he have? "...Fine. I'll do it." Jack said before standing up out of his seat. "But I'm not doing this for you, got that? I'm only taking your advice for myself." Jack said,
and walked back towards the guards, as they escorted him back to his cage, if only until the end of the week. Carrius sat in the room for a little while longer, that smile still on his face.
"It is done. I have found our Prince."
SCENE ONE END[/align]
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Personal Info:(Out of Character)
***Name: Tony
Age: 22
Location: Chicago
Facebook: www.facebook.com/tony.miranda.10
Twitter:
Email: Shoryukid@yahoo.com
Any form of Messenger:(AIM, Yahoo, etc.)
Character Information: (In Character)
***Wrestler Name: "Iron" Jack Redd
***Wrestler Age: 28
***Height: 6'10
***Weight: 331 LBS
***Alignment: Face
***Pic Base:
***Who Is Your Picbase?: Sid Vicious
***Wrestler's Entrance: "South Texas Deathride" by The Union Underground begins playing, Jack Redd walks out to the crowd cheering for him, clearly looking pumped up and ready to fight. He walks down towards the ring, ignoring the extended hands of the fans, and continues to make his way towards the ring. Jack steps up onto the ring apron and over the ropes. As he walks into the center of the ring, he raises his right arm into the air, and waits for his opponent *Assuming that he's first*
***Wrestler's Theme Music: South Texas Deathride by The Union Underground
***Wrestler's Bio: Once an up and coming boxer, Jack had a future. All the sports magazines dubbed him as the next big thing to hit the professional boxing circuit. They called him a Juggernaut, an unstoppable force. Never once being knocked out, even by some of the hardest hitting boxers. Those days were good, they were days of a life Jack loved to live. Going from a boy on a farm, to the spotlight...That all came to and end eight years ago, while drinking with his long time friend, Jack got into a street fight and put the other man into a comatose state. Arrested, and even found guilty Jack spent the next eight years of his life behind bars. His name eventually forgotten by the boxing world.
He silently awaits his release.
(Yeah, I'm waaay to tired to write up a full bio. But hey, that's what the RP's are for.)
***What type is your wrestler? Power/Striker
***Move set(What is your wrestler's arsenal? Suplex, neckbreaker, etc.)
Please list 15-20 basic moves below.
1. Stalling Vertical Suplex
2. Running Big Boot
3. Release German Suplex
4. Vicious Right Hand
5. Boxing Combinations
6. Iron Driver (Piledriver)
7. Powerbomb
8. Military Press Slam
9. Samoan Drop
10. Full Nelson Slam
11. Double Handed Choke Toss
12. Vice Grip
13. Backbreaker
14. Iron Vice (Bearhug)
15. Multiple Headbutts
***Wrestler's signature: (Your superstar's move before your finisher. This isn't designed to finish off matches necessarily. However, these moves are designed to lead to your superstar's big finishes. Examples, CM Punk's elbow drop off the turnbuckle, Randy Orton's ring rope DDT, John Cena's 5 moves of doom, etc.)
Please list at least 2 signature moves.
1. Violent Clothesline (Should be self-explanatory. Jack hits his opponent with the mother of all clotheslines.) (Setup for South Texas Deathride)
2. Iron Lock (Torture Rack)
***Wrestler's finisher: (This is your superstars big time finishing move. The move executed to end your opponent. EX: RKO, Sweet Chin Music, Attitude Adjustment, etc.)
Please list at least 2 finishing moves.
1. South Texas Deathride (Running Throwing Crucifix Powerbomb)
2. Torture Rack Drop
***Sample RP:
*This thing is too goddamned annoying to code again, so just deal with it.*
[align=center]Scene One: Freedom
It was one of those days. Cold, dark, and rainy. The kind of day that you would just spend the entire day indoors even if you have things to do, be they important or unimportant...it was the kind of weather that filled people with nothing but apathy. However, for some people apathy was a luxury, a luxury that they could not ever hope to afford. One such person who could not afford such luxuries, was Jack Redd. He was many things, he was powerful, he was strong, he even at one point had a promising career as a boxer...but those days were over. Whatever promise or future he now had was gone. Now he was branded as a criminal, he was branded as scum, all because of an incident eight years ago. Despite that, Jack did not regret his actions, he never had, and never will. Eight years...for Eight years he had lived life behind prison bars, only seeing the sun for a brief hour every day, before being stuffed back into a dark cell. Eight years...but now those days were finally at an end. His sentence was now approaching its final days, and he would finally be a free man.
However, even if he was free...even if he could for the first time in eight long, slow years fall asleep on his comfortable bed waiting for him at home, even if he could go back home to his family, wondering if they would accept him once again with open arms, he could never go back to his former life, it was gone. Flung into a proverbial black hole, never to be seen again. He would have to make a new life for himself, forgetting all about his past life, forgetting all about what made Jack Redd the man that he was. He would have to start anew, casting away his past life, leaving his memories, be they cheerful ones, or even painful ones. All that he could keep would be the sins of his past, nothing more. As he sat silently in his prison cell, ntemplating on what he would do once he left, a guard came up to his cell, knocking on the steel bars to snap Jack out of his train of thought. "Get up! You've got a visitor." The guard said.
"A visitor, huh?" Jack silently said to himself, wondering who would even want to come to a hellhole like this. He stood up, being escorted out of his cage into a room by several guards. They knew how dangerous Jack was, he was the textbook definition of a Juggernaut, even the inmates, men who have murdered and committed vile acts that guaranteed them a spot in Hell, looked at Jack Redd with both fear and respect. Even when he first got sent to this hellhole, the people who tried to fuck with him soon quickly learned to regret it. Those inmates experienced his strength first hand, and they learned just how weak they were compared to a Juggernaut. As Jack entered the room with the guards, he
looked around. It was a small room, used for interrogations. A single table with two chairs sat in the middle, alongside a double sided mirror, which was used to watch the interrogation from a separate room, and across from the empty chair that Jack was standing behind, was a man he did not expect to see.
The man was old, very old. His hair was whiter than paper, a large bald spot on the very top of his head. A mixture of wrinkles and scars covered his face, the latter of which seemed to extend down into the rest of his body. Most of the man's upper and lower body could not be seen, as he wore cultist robes, colored a blood red. A very evil look was present in his eyes, as he stared at Jack, almost seemingly into his soul. Jack had heard of this man before, a madman who preaches the word of some kind of Pain God, and believes that his word is the true word of God, despite how ridiculous it was, Jack knew damn well that the man had dozens, if not hundreds of followers. He knew this man well...for it was his grandfather. Carrius Redd.
"Carrius Redd...or should I call you 'Father Carrius'?" Jack asked. He watched as the man known as Father Carrius smirked at him. "It has been a long time, my grandchild. It's been what, 8 years now?" Carrius asked. "Eight years, Five Months, 21 Days since I've been locked up inside this hellhole." Jack said. "To think, they locked away someone like you, who spread the word of our one true God." Carrius said with a look of disgust in his face, Jack looked at his grandfather with a seemingly mocking smirk. "Still spreading those insane lies, Grandfather?" Jack asked. Carrius simply smiled, though it was clear there was anger behind it. "I know you and your parents are still wary of what I say, but I speak the truth. I have seen him, I have seen our King, and I have felt his warm love. All I do is sing and praise and spread the greatness of our King to this world of filth and sin." Carrius said.
"Whether or not you want to believe me is up to you, I'm not here to spread the word of our King, I am here for you, Jack." Carrius added, before pushing the white container over to his grandson.
"And this is...?" Jack asked. "You're first meal as a free man." Carrius said. Jack looked at him, and then opened the container, Inside were several large pieces of turkey, corn, stuffing, and mashed potatoes, most of which were covered in a rich gravy. A small white spork rested inside the container. "This should at least make up for all the thanksgivings that you missed." Carrius said Jack said nothing, and immediately began eating. Carrius had eaten the same meal some few days ago, and to him...it tasted decent. However, for Jack Redd it was the most delicious meal he has ever had in his life, Carrius even saw that Jack was holding back a few very uncharacteristic tears. In the middle of eating, Jack looked up at Father Carrius.
"Why did you come here? Surely it wasn't to simply feed me." Jack said, Carrius sat there, smiling that smile that Jack hated. "You're right. I didn't come here just to give you food, I've come here to help you." Carrius said. "Help me?" Jack asked again, he was beginning to not like how this was going. "Even though you are going to be a free man soon, no one in their right mind will hand you a job. They see you as a brute, a barbarian, a criminal...but they know nothing. I on the other hand can get you a job you're looking for, a job that would be perfect for you..." Carrius said, Jack was silent, watching his Grandfather, waiting for him to finish.
"…Professional Wrestling." Carrius added. "Wrestling? You can't be serious." Jack said. "Oh, but I am. You see there is a promotion thats been open for awhile now near called Galveston Island Wrestling. I guarantee you that if you go there, they'll hire you." Carrius said. "They wouldn't hire me, just like you said...they'll see me as a criminal." Jack said, Carrius simply shook his head. "No...GIW will hire you, it is a den of vile sin, and they hire the worst of sinners, even a serial killer has shown up on their roster, and even your best friend is considered to be a 'Legend' there." Carrius said.
Best friend...Jack mumbled those words inside his mind. How long had it been since he had seen Tony Miranda? He visited him a few times during the first few years of his sentence...and then just disappeared. No letters, no visits, Jack couldn't even be allowed to get news of the outside world. Jack sighed. He didn't want to take his grandfathers advice, knowing that everything that came out of his mouth was nothing more than insane babble...but what choice did he have? "...Fine. I'll do it." Jack said before standing up out of his seat. "But I'm not doing this for you, got that? I'm only taking your advice for myself." Jack said,
and walked back towards the guards, as they escorted him back to his cage, if only until the end of the week. Carrius sat in the room for a little while longer, that smile still on his face.
"It is done. I have found our Prince."
SCENE ONE END[/align]
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Also, feel free to include any in character social media pages! and feel free to follow the official PWX Twitter feed PWXonline!
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