Post by deadhead4obama on Nov 30, 2012 7:24:08 GMT -5
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Name: Tripp Skylark
Alignment: Face
Hometown: Pittsburgh, PA
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 212 lbs
Wrestling Style: Showman, Spot Monkey, Mat Technician, Submission Specialist
Entrance Theme: "4-2-0" by the Kottonmouth Kings
Ring Entrance:
RA: Standing five foot nine, weighing in at almost two hundred pounds... he is the 'Pittsburgh Pothead'... The 'Technical Toker'... The "Stoned Submission Specialist'... yes, the one and only...
..... TRRRRRRIIIPPPPPP
SKKKKKYYYYYYYYYLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!
[The synth siren flares up, as the digits are dialed and a voice is heard loud and clear!]
" GOOD AFTERNOON, AT THE TONE, THE PACIFIC DAYLIGHT TIME WILL BE 420 EXACTLY!!!"
[CLICK! goes the phone, as the crowd begins to stand on their feet and roar! As low guttoral "GGGGEEETT EEERRRRR DOOOONNNEEE!" is heard over the PA, as the Kottonmouth King's "4-2-0" hits over the PA system! Skylark burts thru the curtain as the D-Loc and Johnny Richter drop in with their phat rhymes! Tripp himself raps right along with his hip hop hereos, doing his best to get the entire crowd joining in!]
##_ Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
##_ First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
##_ When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
##_ My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
##_ I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’
##_ Hot boxing on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
##_ You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be
##_ It’s my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
##_ Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
##_ Faded off the bud smoke blowing it at you nerds
##_ thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
##_ I got some purple Kush
##_ Did you bring the sand box?
##_ Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little Keefe
##_ Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
##_ Everybody in the scene
##_ Know we blow the most dosha
##_ That's why they label us the Kottonmouth solders.
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[Half way down the aisleway, as the song hits his chorus, Tripp pauses, busying fumbling with his cargo shorts... pulling himself out a mighty spliff! With skills like a pro, it's lit in a instant! Taking a few big drags, Skylark quickyl passes it off the willing souls on the rail!]
##_ You’ll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
##_ Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing
##_ Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
##_ Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin’ kind of nauseous
##_ But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps
##_ Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
##_ Dipping through the whole place, no where else I’d rather be
##_ Then smokin’ weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.
##_ 24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner
##_ grab your bud keep your composer
##_ beer drinkers, pill poppers, acid heads and freaks
##_ All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
##_ Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world
##_ and smoke the killa chronic
##_ D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it
##_ It’s four (four), two, o and I blow endow!
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[With the crowd cheering and the arena banging like bud, Skylark finally stops running aroudn ringside slapping fives, signing autographs and taking shots and gets himself into the ring.]
##_ Now you might see me on a mission searching for double-vision
##_ And I ain’t no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
##_ But I get a little help from my friends when in need
##_ Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I’m seeing in three’s
##_ 4-5-6, double dash is D
##_ I'm always drinking beer and I'm always smoking weed
##_ hanging in the streets just doing my thing
##_ putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
##_ All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
##_ with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
##_ I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels
##_ for all you bud fiending addict
##_ the session begins right upstairs in my addict
##_ we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it
##_ the next time you see us don’t take us for granted
##_ we’re all getting lifted just the way that we planned it
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[A true man of the peoples. Skylark twirls center ring as the stoner rap anthem slowly fades. Dizzy as can be, Skylark stumbles into his corner, stretching a
bit before the bell rings.]
Biography: When Tripp was 14, there was a tragic house fire at his home. Both his parents mysteriously never made it out, but Tripp escaped unharmed. With his parents dead, and the fire under investigation, Tripp found his way to a foster home, where he began receiving psychological treatment from one Doctor Eugene Madision. The Doc, as Tripp calls him, became more than just a doctor to him, they became great friends... mainly over Tripp's love of wrestling. When the tragedy struck, Tripp was well on his way to being a amatuer national champion. However, foster care put an end to this dream. Being as old as he was, and as odd as he is, Tripp was never able to find foster parents. Thus, when he was 18, he was released on. The Doc, fearing for Tripp's survival, left his position and moved with Tripp, becoming a sorta of 'father figure' for Tripp. The two's goal was to get Tripp back in the ring, and make something out of himself. They trained hard, got signed to some contracts (PCW, KAWF, and WILD) and Tripp seemed to have the wrestling world in the palm of his hands. However, with Tripp's new found freedom, Tripp indulged himself a bit too much in the drugs and the seedier sides of life and ruined his career. Trying hard to pull Tripp out the gutter, Doc ended up on Tripp's shit list and the two parted ways. Since, Tripp was been working odd jobs and miniumm wage positions across the country. He's been a sort of nomad, never truly finding his niche. Despite the love/hate relationship, Tripp did maintain contact with the Doc. And then tragedy struck again for Tripp -- the Doc suffered a fatal heart attack. Thus in the Doc's honor, Tripp has put down the pipe, joined the gym, and started to get himself back in in-ring shape. It was always the Doc's dream for Tripp to make it in the wrestling biz, and Tripp is now going to do everything possible to make that dream come true.
Regular Moves:
1. Full Nelson
2. Knuckle to Temple (AKA The Atomic Noogie)
3. Sleeper Hold
4. Cobra Clutch Sleeper Hold
5. STF
6. Surfboard
7. Arm Drag
8. Atomic Drop
9. Back Breaker Drop
10. Pumphandle Back Backbreaker
11. Underhook Back Breaker Drop
12. Back Fist
13. Death Valley Driver
14. Bulldog
15. Clothesline
16. DDT
17. Drop Kick
18. Crossface Chickenwing
19. Achilles Tendon Hold
20. Half Crab with Armlock
21. Armbar and Arm Scissors (AKA The Rings of Saturn)
22. Inverted Face Lock (AKA Dragon Sleeper)
23. Various Suplexes
Signature Moves:
1. Crossface Hold
2. Over the Shoulder Chinlock
3. Guillotine Face Driver
4. Mat Slam (AKA X-Factor)
5. Flying Leg Roll Up
Finisher: Choking the Chicken (SUBMISSION) -- Back Mounted Crossed Arms Chinlock -- The victim is on their stomach or in a kneeling position. The attacker straddles the victim's upper back and grabs both the victim's arms with their opposite hands. The attacker crosses the victim's arms under across their chest/under their chin. If the attacker was not on their stomach, the attacker forcing the victim forward so they are laying on the mat. The attacker pulls back on the victim's arms to apply pressure to the person's neck and back
Setup Move to Finisher: Rolling German Suplexes
Name: Tripp Skylark
Alignment: Face
Hometown: Pittsburgh, PA
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 212 lbs
Wrestling Style: Showman, Spot Monkey, Mat Technician, Submission Specialist
Entrance Theme: "4-2-0" by the Kottonmouth Kings
Ring Entrance:
RA: Standing five foot nine, weighing in at almost two hundred pounds... he is the 'Pittsburgh Pothead'... The 'Technical Toker'... The "Stoned Submission Specialist'... yes, the one and only...
..... TRRRRRRIIIPPPPPP
SKKKKKYYYYYYYYYLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKK!
[The synth siren flares up, as the digits are dialed and a voice is heard loud and clear!]
" GOOD AFTERNOON, AT THE TONE, THE PACIFIC DAYLIGHT TIME WILL BE 420 EXACTLY!!!"
[CLICK! goes the phone, as the crowd begins to stand on their feet and roar! As low guttoral "GGGGEEETT EEERRRRR DOOOONNNEEE!" is heard over the PA, as the Kottonmouth King's "4-2-0" hits over the PA system! Skylark burts thru the curtain as the D-Loc and Johnny Richter drop in with their phat rhymes! Tripp himself raps right along with his hip hop hereos, doing his best to get the entire crowd joining in!]
##_ Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
##_ First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
##_ When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
##_ My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
##_ I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’
##_ Hot boxing on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
##_ You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be
##_ It’s my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
##_ Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
##_ Faded off the bud smoke blowing it at you nerds
##_ thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
##_ I got some purple Kush
##_ Did you bring the sand box?
##_ Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little Keefe
##_ Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
##_ Everybody in the scene
##_ Know we blow the most dosha
##_ That's why they label us the Kottonmouth solders.
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[Half way down the aisleway, as the song hits his chorus, Tripp pauses, busying fumbling with his cargo shorts... pulling himself out a mighty spliff! With skills like a pro, it's lit in a instant! Taking a few big drags, Skylark quickyl passes it off the willing souls on the rail!]
##_ You’ll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
##_ Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing
##_ Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
##_ Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin’ kind of nauseous
##_ But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps
##_ Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
##_ Dipping through the whole place, no where else I’d rather be
##_ Then smokin’ weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.
##_ 24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner
##_ grab your bud keep your composer
##_ beer drinkers, pill poppers, acid heads and freaks
##_ All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
##_ Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world
##_ and smoke the killa chronic
##_ D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it
##_ It’s four (four), two, o and I blow endow!
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[With the crowd cheering and the arena banging like bud, Skylark finally stops running aroudn ringside slapping fives, signing autographs and taking shots and gets himself into the ring.]
##_ Now you might see me on a mission searching for double-vision
##_ And I ain’t no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
##_ But I get a little help from my friends when in need
##_ Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I’m seeing in three’s
##_ 4-5-6, double dash is D
##_ I'm always drinking beer and I'm always smoking weed
##_ hanging in the streets just doing my thing
##_ putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
##_ All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
##_ with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
##_ I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels
##_ for all you bud fiending addict
##_ the session begins right upstairs in my addict
##_ we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it
##_ the next time you see us don’t take us for granted
##_ we’re all getting lifted just the way that we planned it
##_ At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
##_ These anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper
##_ So leave those blessings rightup here upon the alter
##_ at 4-2-0 everybody’s burning Ganja!!!
[A true man of the peoples. Skylark twirls center ring as the stoner rap anthem slowly fades. Dizzy as can be, Skylark stumbles into his corner, stretching a
bit before the bell rings.]
Biography: When Tripp was 14, there was a tragic house fire at his home. Both his parents mysteriously never made it out, but Tripp escaped unharmed. With his parents dead, and the fire under investigation, Tripp found his way to a foster home, where he began receiving psychological treatment from one Doctor Eugene Madision. The Doc, as Tripp calls him, became more than just a doctor to him, they became great friends... mainly over Tripp's love of wrestling. When the tragedy struck, Tripp was well on his way to being a amatuer national champion. However, foster care put an end to this dream. Being as old as he was, and as odd as he is, Tripp was never able to find foster parents. Thus, when he was 18, he was released on. The Doc, fearing for Tripp's survival, left his position and moved with Tripp, becoming a sorta of 'father figure' for Tripp. The two's goal was to get Tripp back in the ring, and make something out of himself. They trained hard, got signed to some contracts (PCW, KAWF, and WILD) and Tripp seemed to have the wrestling world in the palm of his hands. However, with Tripp's new found freedom, Tripp indulged himself a bit too much in the drugs and the seedier sides of life and ruined his career. Trying hard to pull Tripp out the gutter, Doc ended up on Tripp's shit list and the two parted ways. Since, Tripp was been working odd jobs and miniumm wage positions across the country. He's been a sort of nomad, never truly finding his niche. Despite the love/hate relationship, Tripp did maintain contact with the Doc. And then tragedy struck again for Tripp -- the Doc suffered a fatal heart attack. Thus in the Doc's honor, Tripp has put down the pipe, joined the gym, and started to get himself back in in-ring shape. It was always the Doc's dream for Tripp to make it in the wrestling biz, and Tripp is now going to do everything possible to make that dream come true.
Regular Moves:
1. Full Nelson
2. Knuckle to Temple (AKA The Atomic Noogie)
3. Sleeper Hold
4. Cobra Clutch Sleeper Hold
5. STF
6. Surfboard
7. Arm Drag
8. Atomic Drop
9. Back Breaker Drop
10. Pumphandle Back Backbreaker
11. Underhook Back Breaker Drop
12. Back Fist
13. Death Valley Driver
14. Bulldog
15. Clothesline
16. DDT
17. Drop Kick
18. Crossface Chickenwing
19. Achilles Tendon Hold
20. Half Crab with Armlock
21. Armbar and Arm Scissors (AKA The Rings of Saturn)
22. Inverted Face Lock (AKA Dragon Sleeper)
23. Various Suplexes
Signature Moves:
1. Crossface Hold
2. Over the Shoulder Chinlock
3. Guillotine Face Driver
4. Mat Slam (AKA X-Factor)
5. Flying Leg Roll Up
Finisher: Choking the Chicken (SUBMISSION) -- Back Mounted Crossed Arms Chinlock -- The victim is on their stomach or in a kneeling position. The attacker straddles the victim's upper back and grabs both the victim's arms with their opposite hands. The attacker crosses the victim's arms under across their chest/under their chin. If the attacker was not on their stomach, the attacker forcing the victim forward so they are laying on the mat. The attacker pulls back on the victim's arms to apply pressure to the person's neck and back
Setup Move to Finisher: Rolling German Suplexes
