IDENTITY CRISIS

[Russ]

PLAYER
Russ

CHARACTER
Scorpio

ALIGNMENT
Heel

APPEARANCE
Scorpio is 5'11, 225lbs and highly fashionable (but in a very quirky way). He is usually seen ina vibrant array of clashing colours, and more recently brightly-coloured animal prints (blue and pink zebra-print jeans being a favourite). He also has a thing for shoes, and never wears the same pair twice - quite often these shoes will be boots too, sometime even with a form of high heel. As far as hair goes, Scorpio is anal about his hair and is likely to spend hours straightening, blow-drying and perfecting the look. At the moment it's in a high bob, with pink highlights - though this often changes with the seasons or even ppv cycles! Oh, and don't forget the accessories - bangles, bracelets, earrings, sunglasses, necklaces, chokers, false nails, ankle bracelets, belts, studs, badges, buttons, stickers... anything.

BACKGROUND
Born in Kensington in London, England to a well-off family, Scorpio pretty much had a very easy up-bringing. He dropped out of school before final exams, and so isn't the brightest and has no qualifications. He got into wrestling when he was forced to find a job and got one as a cleaner in a leisure centre; a leisure centre that was used by a british underground wrestling company. After being trained by the company's owner, 'Psycho' Dave Lac, Scorpio and his new-found missus, Milana Hruska, travelled to the US to pursue a more glittering career.

CAREER HISTORY
Total Extreme Wrestling Federation (May 2007 - January 2008, March 2008 - April 2008)
Scorpio and Milana dominate as 'The Golden Couple' and bring in Scorpio's trainer, Dave Lac, to form a dominant stable in 'DoA' (Dead On Arrival). DoA capture the tag titles and Scorpio captures the A-Division title, becoming undefeated for six months before the company folded. He returned when the company underwent a revival, re-forming DoA with Johnny Styles and Travis Jeffries and capturing the Heavyweight Championship, only for the company to once more collapse.

1x TEWF Heavyweight Champion
1x TEWF A-Division Champion (First and only champ)
1x TEWF Tag Team Champion

Barely Legal Wrestling Alliance - (February 2008 - April 2008, June 2008 - July 2008)
TEWF wrestler Johnny 'SBK' Styles signs Scorpio and Lac to his own company, BLWA, where they quickly capture the tag titles. They then had to forfeit the belts when Scorpio suffered a torn cruciate ligament. A few months later Scorpio made his dramatic return, winning the BLWA Primetime title on his return before losing the belt two months later. Scorpio then won the #1 contendership to the Heavyweight Championship, only for Johnny Styles to go AWOL, and the leaderless company closed.

1x BLWA Tag Team Champion
1x BLWA Primetime Champion

Global Chaos Wrestling - (Juuly 2008 - August 2008)
Milana and Scorpio travelled to Canada's GCW and immediately formed a relationship with Jack Purcell, re-forming DoA in the company. Purcell and Scorpio made a quick impact, exploding the ring with GCW legend Dandelion in it and ending her career - a move that caught the attention of GCW co-owner and wife of the other co-owner, Stacy Lipchtiz. Realising the potential, Milana and Scorpio feigned a break-up in order for Scorpio to sleep his way into power, embarking on a torrid affair with Stacy. This affair gained him the GCW Heavyweight Championship, however when all was revealed the S-Factor's contract was cut short and his title withdrawn. With this being a breach of contract, Scorpio was able to claim back millions in damages.

1x GCW Heavyweight Champion

High Impact Wrestling - (August 2008 - June 2009, January 2010 - Present)
The pay-off from GCW allowed Scorpio to buy struggling federation HIW from its previous owner, Adam Hawks. Scorpio brought the company to its limelight, running off the back of his increasing TFWF fame. In March 2009 a leadership coup was made on him by HIW General Manager and his business partner Deka Zukito after Scorpio had brought back Johnny Styles to the wrestling world and re-formed DoA with him and Travis Jeffries - the group now in its 2nd TEWF incarnation. After a brutal I Quit match between Zukito and Scorpio, which Scorpio won after threatning to curb stomp Zukito into tacks (and then doing it anyway), Scorpio shockingly quit his ownership and left the company. In January 2010 he returned as a fan favourite, saving his DoA companions (Styles and Jeffries) from an attack by Nightmare Inc. (Katherine Stryfe and Emma McIntyre), before two weeks later turning on the pair by smashing them with Styles' Barely Legal Championship.

HIW Owner (August 2008 - June 2009)

TFWF - (August 2008 - Present)
Scorpio made his debut in TFWF in August after managing to convince the company to sign him following his run in BLWA (and possibly with a good proportion of the GCW pay-off). Coming close to capturing the company's North American Championship through the close of 2008, Scorpio soon formed a friendship with Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts, using their love (and talent... well, sort of) of music and singing to bond and eventually form a (Papua New Guinean) chart-topping band called Desert Sex. In January 2009 they added Ness to the group as a bodyguard and muscle for the band, and Scorpio managed to capture the Light-Heavyweight Championship. Soon losing the title to Kirsta Lewis in March, The S-Factor and Ness went after the tag titles and their holders, Insaniteam (Eaton Gore and Joel 'Crazyman' Bryant) - a quest that would keep the four embroiled in an almost year-long feud. Scorpio won the Hardcore title from Brandon Watkins on his birthday in 2009, and then Ness and he managed to defeat Insaniteam in a brutal tag team match at TFWF's biggest show of the year, Death or Glory - however Insaniteam had lost the tag belts by then and so Desert Sex only had the bragging rights. Insaniteam managed to win the tag belts back, and when PWR and TFWF went to war Desert Sex cam calling once again for the belts. Losing the Hardcore title the week before, Desert Sex teamed with two PWR wrestlers to take on Insaniteam and two other PWR wrestlers - Scorpio getting the win for his team and thus capturing the tag titles with Ness. The fight between the two teams continued through to Autumn Annihilation where they lost the titles to up-and-comers the Commonwealth Connections - however AA saw the return of Creme de la Creme, a TFWF legend and apparently Desert Sex's #1 fan and he joined the group. Creme, Ness and Scorpio then travelled to Siberia for the Ice Storm PPV where they shockingly beat three of SW's best before returning to their usual TFWF pattern where Creme managed to capture the LHW and Scorpio narrowly missed out on a place in the King of the Deathmatches tournament. Scorpio and Ness then went back on the hunt for tag gold versus the Commonwealth Connections.

1x TFWF Light-Heavyweight Champion
1x TFWF Tag Team Champion
3x TFWF Hardcore Champion

Full TFWF/Recent HIW activity can be found at www.my.ewexperts.com/Scorpio.php

PERSONALITY
Scorpio is very up-himself and contemptuou of those he's not friends with. He's obsessed by fashion and music - essentially if you're not Desert Sex, you're not worth his time. He likes the fans if they buy his CDs, which obviously they don't, so he doesn't like them. His pet peeves are dirt, bad singing (oh, the irony) and anyone not fashionable/not following his style. Eurgh!

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS
Gimmick - A self-obsessed boy-band member
Nicknames - The S-Factor
Others - The S-Factor is a key part of his life; it's sort of what he lives by, but nobody knows what it is apart from Scorpio is the only one that possesses it apparently. He is a recreational cocaine user, but this is never mentioned... like, ever - just suggested by his seemingly permanently over-the-top bubbly personality. He also screams like a girl at the first sign of blood and any pain, and has a tendancy to throw VERY diva-like fits.

SUPPORTING CAST
Aaron Roberts - Co-founder of Desert Sex and co-singer of the band (as well as guitarist). Aaron and Scorpio are best buddies pretty much, and Aaron's equally as moronic as Scorpio. Aaron is also very infatuated with sex and his own sexual organs, as well as always referring to himself in the third person as 'The Cobra'

Ness - Scorpio's tag partner within DS. Ness finds Scorpio and Aaron totally moronic, however kind of warms to them and accepts their weirdness for the gold they've brought him. He has a tendancy to facepalm at many of Scorpio's mad schemes.

Creme de la Creme - Desert Sex's #1 fan and TFWF Legend. Scorpio looks up to Creme in terms of wrestling and fashion. In Scorpio's eyes Creme can do no wrong, despite the fact Creme is clearly a highly in-denial gay with an obsession with Ness. Creme is best probably not used in any roleplays with Scorpio for this as his character is extremely complex and tends to deviate from Scorpio's.

Pedro/Michael - DS's PA and Aaron's personal manservant. Known to Aaron, Scorpio and Creme as 'Pedro', his real name is Michael. He sorts out the band's engagements, and also had a secret affair with Milana, resulting in her expulsion from the group - however Pedro was never found out as the incriminating texts came from 'Michael', and for the first time Pedro stuck to his Pedro pseudonym rather than correcting the group. Pedro has also sussed Creme's game from the start, and as a result Creme has set many things up to make Pedro look bad in the eyes of Scorpio (e.g. Creme threw himself into a display of perfume and cut himself, blaming Pedro; Creme revealed Pedro's affair with Milana, however Scorpio was too-far gone from his ex-fiancee to be mad at Pedro; Creme pretended that it was Pedro, not himself, that booked the Siberian Prison match when Scorpio reacted badly)

CURRENT STORY LINE
Currently seeking the tag titles from the Commonwealth Connection after believing that they robbed the belts from DS at Autumn Annihilation.

ENTRANCE
"Don't Hate Me" - Nerf Herder

“Don't Hate Me” hits the speakers and the fans boo loudly as Scorpio pushes out of the curtain with a wide smile across his face. He cuts a pose to the fans, before taking off his sunglasses and winking at the female fans in attendance. As he walks down the ring he points to his own face, and as he reaches the ramp he goes to hand the glasses to a child in the front row - before cruelling crunching them up and dropping them on kid's lap. Scorpio the enters the ring and poses in front of the fans as they boo him.


MOVES
Finishers:
Paparazzi Flash - Ranhei
Glitterazi - Lariat

Signatures:
Nightmare In The Desert - Corkscrew Moonsault
Kipzuigiri - Kip-up floated into an enzuigiri
Moonsault into double knee drop over the chest

Basics:
Double underhook backbreakers/suplexes/superplexes
Diving lous thesz press
Hurricanrana/Diving Hurricanrana
Dropsault
Roundhouse Kick
Any other real kicks/high-flying you can think of

SAMPLE RP
http://my.ewexperts.com/rpfiles/410013.php

[Rob]

Bios are being sent now. And I'll post R2's bio as an example. PM bios back to me when you're done.

[Ryan Ruckus]

s'ok, KC. I'll post the others here as well, when I get them. That way opponents have info to go on too.

[Rob]

I've got a couple of different links to show what the character's like, I'll PM them to you in a bit.

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Zombie Gunn

CHARACTER: Ariana London

ALIGNMENT: Face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): Recently dyed hair from blonde to black.  Contemporary clothing style.  Wrestles in black sports bra and black spandex shorts.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): Born in Ulster, Ireland and born into The Eternal Circle, a secret society of warriors.  She is the world's last living siren, rumored to have driven a man to kill both her parents when she was just a baby.  Whether this is true, or whether the man was simply insane is unknown.  But there are those that believed her to be a descendent of Ayryanal, the bride of Dragon who was murdered by the society in 1609.  Some, fools perchance, believe her to be the re-incarnated Ayryanal herself.  Regardless, when she was 3 years old, she was taken to America to be raised by another family.  Upon docking in San Francisco, an assassin tried to kill her, but was thwarted.  In the process, Ariana escaped and disappeared into the city.  Nobody knows who sent the assassin.  She spent a short time in an orphanage before finally being adopted by a man and woman in Carson City, Nevada.  Her adopted mother died in a car accident 2 years later, leaving her to be raised by her abusive father.  When she was 13, she ran away from home and lived the rest of her teenage years on the streets.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades): Her first promotion was BCW, where she won the Dirtbag Championship.  When it closed the first time, she found a lucky break and signed with the VWF.  A few months later, BCW reopened and because of her contract she was required to wrestle in both federations until BCW closed entirely a few months later.  In VWF, she won the Intercontinental Title against Johnny Cedrone and lost it 3 months later against Scott Carr in a match that left her hospitalized for a month.  She's also the recent winner of the Corruption Challenge at The Experts Invitaitonal V.

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): There are two sides to Ariana London.  She has a tendancy to be manipulated by others.  Probably the result of years of abuse from her adopted father, followed by being a young girl on the streets of Carson City and Las Vegas, she's ran into a lot of controlling individuals.  As a result, she's somewhat timid in the face of others.  Of course, she had been manipulated by Adam (who called himself Dragon) upon joining the VWF.  He befriended her, even hypnotized her, with the sole intention of sacrificing her in Ireland to appease a prophecy.  She's also been manipulated by The Eternal Circle, itself and by The Experts.  There is another side to her, though.  Deep inside is a ferocious lion, something that surfaces once in a while during her wrestling matches.  During most fights, she is methodical and calculating.  But in rare moments, a fire is seen in her eyes and she escalates things.  She is generally respectful to the fans and they cheer her for it.  She's grateful for her opportunities and for anyone who would call themselves her fan.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): She is often called The Siren.  She enjoys singing, though it does tend to drive men mad.  She is also the new leader/priest of The Eternal Circle, though it is not a job she relishes.

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.): Until June of 2008, she was involved with Adam (who called himself Dragon).  It was an odd relationship to say the least.  He often hypnotized her to keep her docile and to avoid her leaving him.  At the same time, her own abilities as a Siren kept Adam from realizing she was aware of everything he was planning.  In the end, when it was time for Adam to sacrifice her to fulfill a prophecy, he had already fallen in love and couldn't do it.  Instead, he killed himself in front of The Eternal Circle.  Another who died that day was Samantha Emerson, the love of Alex McGregor (The Crimson Shadow).  It was later revealed that while Adam thought he was Dragon, Alex is actually much closer to a possibility.  With the accidental fulfillment of the prophecy complete and the rage of Alex, Ariana was forced to take Alex and imprison him.  Both, to keep herself and the rest of The Eternal Circle safe and to protect Alex from rogue Eternal Circle members who would seek to undo the prophecy and kill Alex.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.): Right now, she is in a transformation period.  The shy and manipulated portion of her personality is being killed off slowly as circumstances lead her to become stronger, more focused and ruthless.  The "good" in her is worried that she is becoming a monster.  She also feels an immense amount of guilt for Alex McGregor, who is locked away at this moment.  A part of her wants to set him free and apologize for everything, accepting whatever fate comes to her.  While another growing part realizes the crime she has committed is necessary for the betterment of all.

ENTRANCE: (process / music): Honestly, this is just your standard entrance without anything flashy.  Her music is "Adrift" by Mira, which I can provide if you'd like.

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic): The Last Thing You See (Frankensteiner)

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here): The reason all of The Eternal Circle was gathered was to select a new leader for the order.  The person with the blade (Dragon's Blade) would be the one to choose a leader.  Also, the blood of 2 people must be shed.  Samantha Emerson was the first.  Adam was ready to kill Ariana to name himself leader, when he instead killed himself.  This was a major shock to everyone around as many had grown to believe that perhaps Adam really was the re-incarnated Dragon.  And killing himself would mean the prophecy is shattered.  Ariana kneeled over Adam, whispering something to him and kissing him.  She then withdrew the blade, raised it to the air and named herself the new leader.  As the dust began to settle, Alex McGregor showed up, ready to save Samantha from them.  But he was too late.  He cried in agony, kneeling over the body of Samantha.  As he did, the order could see the tattoo of the dragon on his back.  Seeing this, many began to believe that they were wrong... that Alex was the real Dragon.

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character):
I have a couple recent ones posted here, the most recent is probably the one you'd want to read.  http://arianalondon.ewplanet.org

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Rob

CHARACTER: Kill Crazy

ALIGNMENT: Face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): A tall-stocky masked man. His lower body appears to be a very casual wrestlers appearance, green and black full length wrestling tights, boots and elbow pads. But that's where the normality ends. Over the top of his manic face is a green and black mask with (you guessed it), tassles. This just about covers the lunatic's goofy, poo-slinging grin.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): Crazy was born and raised in England in 1982 as Rob Hollands as a relatively normal wrestler. There was nothing particularly outstanding during his childhood and at the very least, he was completely sane during this period. He had trained at World Wonga Federation's Wongin' Dojo with good friend and long time tag team partner, Just Damn Dangerous. Life was relatively good in Wonga and he had a fairly successful career, but after the company folded, he struggled to find work. During 2006 he decided to relocate across the border to Canada.

However, during his transition from England to Toronto, Canada, his character changed drastically. It has never been determined what happened to him during his journey across Canada, but something changed him completely. At first he was just a little whacky and stupid, but soon he developed a hatred and anger that could not be stopped. After having joined RKW, his first American promotion, in one fell swoop he had become a split-personality, schizophrenic mess.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades):
RKW 3 time Tornado Champion
RKW 1 time Hardknox Champion
UHW 1 time Generation Next Champion
WWF 2 time World Champion
WWF 3 time British Heavyweight Champion
WWF 2 time Tag Champion

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): He is almost as alternative a personality as ever encountered in a wrestling ring. Whilst he is a fan favourite, this isn't because he constantly tells of his love for them, it's because of his in-ring antics. If Bret Hart and Kurt Angle wrote the book on wrestling, then Kill Crazy completely ignored the book and instead picked up The Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar. He has a decent amount of in-ring talent, and is a acclaimed technical wrestler, however he'd much rather win a match having fun.

He has 2 imaginary friends named Julie, a chicken nugget loving completely moronic 20 something, who in RKW and G-2 was determined as a former love interest who passed away. The other is Mr. Eric, a manager he acquired during the beginning of his career in RKW. Mr. Eric isn't known for his spectacular managerial advice however, in-fact his only known words are "Mr. Eric!" Though this quite often means something to Crazy.

He is very quickly angered though very trustful of potential enemies. This is perhaps because of his lovable stupidity, seeing as he is easily befriended and as easily made an enemy, he can be used by heels in compromising situations.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): A blue chipper/extreme maniac. If there ever was one. Nickname is "The Killing Machine". Catchphrase is, "it's killing time."

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.):
Mr Eric - Imaginary manager.
Julie - Imaginary chicken nugget eating friend.
Mr. Flibble - A penguin hand-puppet.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.): Currently unemployed and squating in a former mental institute (now a rundown warehouse). Crazy is looking at returning to the wrestling business, but his mind is so far addled, that he does not know how.

ENTRANCE: (process / music): Personality Crisis by New York Dolls hits the PA system and after the shouting of "yeah yeah no yeah no" and after a series of flashing green lights amidst the blackness of the arena, Kill Crazy walks out from behind the curtain. As the song rages on, Crazy walks down the ramp singing along to himself. As he rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet in the ring, he begins to mosh against the ropes and the turnbuckles with himself. Eventually the music cuts out and the lights return to normal. Whilst waiting for his opponent to enter the ring, he introduces himself to the referee at ringside.

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic): Killerplex - A Brainbuster DDT.
Manslaughter - An Airplane Spin Fallaway Slam.

Technical moveset. Can quite often pull of Grecko-Roman Wrestling manuavures. Incredibly gifted submission wrestler, but will only pull these out if he feels the need to. Mostly a brawler if he can help it.



SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character)
http://www.efedknights.com/boards/index.php?topic=7371.msg71176#new,

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: AlexK

CHARACTER: Bobby Azula

ALIGNMENT: Face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): Really dark brown (nearly black) hair, blue eyes, slightly muscular, black trunks and boots with the initials "B" and "A" in white, on either side of a white cross.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): From Long Beach, CA. Bobby grew up with his parents, Robert Sr. and Helen Azula, and his brother Xander, and graduated from Lakewood High School, where he and Xander both wrestled.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades): Following quickly in his brother's footsteps, Bobby entered the ring for the first time in October 2007, and has had a decent amount of success in such promotions as the Barely Legal Wrestling Alliance, Encore Entertainment, and High Impact Wrestling. Bobby has won the BLWA Primetime Championship, the BLWA Tag Team Championship, and the HIW United Kingdom and Hardcore Championships during his tenure to date. In addition, Bobby is known for having been a part of what many now call "Crimson's Quest" in Hayward (OOC: The Experts "Crimson's Quest" event), and wrestled what was meant to be his last match at the 2009 Rival Factions event, teaming with his brother for the first time against the team of Katherine Stryfe and Emma McIntyre, also known as Nightmare, Inc.

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): Bobby is a strong Christian, and as such applies much of what he's learned from the Bible to his life and career. He tries his best to live a humble and sincere life, so that those who watch him may see that he is different from the stereotype of a "good Christian." His biggest pet peeve is ignorance; ignorance from non-Christians about what his relationship with Jesus is like, and ignorance from other Christians regarding life in general.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): One of the few truly evangelical Christians in wrestling, known as "The Witness" and "The Prayer Warrior"

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.): In Long Beach, he keeps contact with various friends from high school and church; outside of that, is most close to Akemi Amaterasu, fellow former BLWA superstar, for various reasons (see storyline below); his brother, Xander, has been rather distant from him since Rival Factions for reasons unknown (at least, until TFWF Night of the Revolution 10  )

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.): Despite being certain of his retirement after Rival Factions, Bobby returned to HIW to deal with three issues: the constant bullying of Nightmare Inc, the false preachings of Morgan Jones (and now, it seems, Noah Nazareth), and the child he never knew, Akemi's daughter Allurianna Shiori.

ENTRANCE: (process / music): "Welcome To The Masquerade" plays over the PA, bringing the fans to their feet as Bobby steps to the stage, pointing to the sky. He makes his way down the ramp, giving high fives to people in the front row before walking up the steel steps and entering the ring. He walks across the ring, climbing the ropes and pointing to the sky once more. He then steps down and waits for his opponent [OR, he stares down his opponent(s) before the match starts].

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic): He has a technical background, with some high-flying moves. His signatures include Perseverance (STF), but his finishers are Peter's Crucifix (Vertebreaker, or, if you're playing SvR 2010, "Underhook Piledriver" lol) and Saved By Grace (630 Senton off the top rope).

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here): Yeah...your face.

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character): I feel it's important to give both parts of this, my Bobby Azula RPs for Crimson's Quest. Enjoy! Part 1, "Who Am I?": http://www.ewexperts.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=24&t=1118 and Part 2, "This Is Me": http://www.ewexperts.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=24&t=1223

[Excaligore]

I believe I did send mine. Would you like me to repost?

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Cliff, motherfucker

CHARACTER: Agent Decipher Light

ALIGNMENT: Heel and a half and a quarter and an eighth

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): Black suit, tie, and sunglasses

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): He was born and raised in a Nevada Bomb shelter. His father was a conspiracy theorist whose brain was distorted by MK Ultra, and his mother was a mother who jumped off the roof on a PCP trip. He grew up with three brothers Spuggy, Hendrix, and Love which were raised by his father to fight the conspiracy machine. Spuggy sold out his father's secrets to open a retro night club. Hendrix is MIA searching for Cortez's gold. Love is a Tae Bo Instructor.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades): PWR, TFWF, SCW, and Experts. PWR tag champion, 2x Extreme tourney quarterfinalist.

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): Extremely paranoid nutbag who tries to live out his life like an action movie. Extremely dangerous, and paranoid. Thinks EVERYTHING is a massive conspiracy.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): Evil bastard, dangerous, evil, and paranoid.

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.): Friends - No one. Enemies - Everyone.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.): In SCW he just returned Georgie Nickels's father which he kidnapped. He's currently trying to avoid her at all costs.

ENTRANCE: (process / music): "De Futura" Magma. Fantastic song/theme. IF you search it on youtube you'll hear a song that makes you feel like ADL.

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic): End Transmission - 'Fire Thunder Driver'

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here): Nothing in particular. Little things don't matter to me. Read my Rps to get the general gyst of the character.

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character):

"Don't cross the boss but do cross the Cross"

~Begin Transmission~

Many claim that France is a culturally diverse country. One that has been a facet for true human progression. You may name many famous painters, and musicians. Architects, and artisans. But, France is simply a figment of Europe. When near the brute cold logic of Britain, Saucy Spain, and the raw sheer beauty of Italian art they have meant nothing. They have simply been lucky to be near such countries.

Ridiculous? Unfounded? Preposterous?

That's what they'd want you to believe!

But take the French out of that sheltered European cultural, economical, and political highway, and you've got the worst case scenario. Move them into the swamps where they have have to fend for themselves. Allow them to try to grow their own society and what do you have?

Ug...
Groan...
Spew...
Wretch...
Convulse...

Sigh...

Cajuns!

So socially unacceptable that not only their father ancestry in the French look down on them, but even their sibling ancestry, one synonymous for social unacceptability, the Canucks look down on them!

Really... they just can't be helped!

~

I was standing inside a small novelty shop in the middle of the New Orleans. Surrounded by the many artifacts of Louisiana culture I realize nobody of any intellectual value could stand the inaneness. That way I could be at a place where I would allude my enemies. The place reeked of stale dust. Seems the ol' mom and pop novelty store didn't have enough to invest in a janitor. After all, with a store full of wood and various other rustic materials, the air was bound to fill with partials of sawdust, and stale lacquer. Not to mention this place has been possibly a great target of floods of old people.

This place smelled like death slowly dying. Like I was knocked back two centuries. It looked that way too. Lumber counters with Smokey jaded wood. Figurines in overalls and many psuedo-voodoo artifacts. Nothing of value or historical legitimacy. The reek of cheese. As I am taking in this horrible stench, I bump into a woman. She has thick black sunglasses, and a white halfshirt. Her hair was the same length on all sides and down to her chin. Over her sunglasses in a swirl.

“Excuse me... Hey, I've seen you somewhere before!”

And I freeze!

Everything around me seemingly submerges itself into a deep blue light. Like turning of the R and G channels in photoshop. Darkening a few shades. I have vertigo standing still. Even being a tall man this is a rarity. My heart begins to pound and my head begins to throb. Echos begin to circle around my head like a roulette table.

“No you haven't, nobody knows who I am, I always watch my tracks.” I say as the tinted blue glass reality shatters revealing the common world underneath. Sweat begins to darken my overalls(yes, I am disguised as a Cajun. I am wearing a giant pair of one strap overalls and no underwear. I haven't washed my hair in a week. Don't laugh!).

“You're that asshole I saw at Marti Gra!”
“I was working!”
“You were carrying beads? What kind of job was it?”
“They were rosary beads. I trusted the catholics at the time. I thought they'd protect me from the devil.”
“I asked you to put them on me because I was drunk and thought you were sexy and wanted to show my tits.”
“I told you 'I'll put them on you if you shut up, and admit you've never seen me.'.”
“You sicko! What the hell did you do to me after you used that knockout ga...”

At this point I subdue her with knock out gas. Quickly and hastily from the cuff of my pocket. Without thinking straight. She may contact the Martian authorities, and that's the last thing I want on my hands.

“Ga Lee, Grand Beede! Don' see nuthin' like that. Gotta phone me the police, mmm-hmmm!”

I hear from the authentic Cajun owner. Who is wearing two strap overalls like a complete heretic. AND SHIRT! What does he think this is? New York City!

I run through the crowded aisleways. With my arms to the side knocking everything out of the path. Using my incredible panther-like speed to the front. Where he was allowed to dial a “9” and a “1” before getting his head slammed against the front counter glass. Blood splatter from his nose over the front counter. Under it are many tethered dream catchers. Certainly not Cajun but tourists are dumb.

“Mmm-hmmm! Break that glass, and the siren goes ring-ring, yessum!”

Foolishly I don't realize that breaking the glass will cause the alarm to go off. So, instead of slamming his head again I push him back full force into a bookcase. With my luck, he passes out. But, with my bad karma, he knocks over the book case, and it knocks over a case of pots, and the pot falls through the glass, and the alarm goes off. I rush back and grab the lying woman and bring her outside.

I open the doors to the back of the black van and toss her in. I then look around in a frenzy. It's a lazy Saturday and the mobs of people don't seem to notice. Except three children with bicycles peering at me. I freak out. Knock-out gas on kids? Is that safe?

“This is my mommy... She just got back from the bar!”
“At twelve o'clock in the evening?” Asks the leader of the pack. What I assumed as a sniveling snot nosed brat in a Bart Simpson T-shirt.

I'm at loss of words. I reach to the buttons in the back of my color. Hoping to find something more kid suitable... I have a large array of knockout gasses. After all, one of them must be cherry flavored or something!

“It's ok, We've lived in this town long enough to be used to it. Have a nice day, mister!” Says the fat kid beside him in the “Marti Gra 2006” t-shirt.

And they ride off. I then close the doors and jump into the van. Thanking Jesus that they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut. If only this lovely young lady was as well.

~

I speed through the streets and highways and byways. Seeing day pass to night and the swamp turn even blacker. I have nothing to do but to think about John Cross. To think about how he deceived me.

“Looney Tunes?”

I mutter to myself. My name was not Looney Tunes. Looney Tunes is a highly communist kid's cartoon which contains metaphors to alcohol. Breeding young drinkers and eventually boosting the vodka industry. Which in turn was intended to boost the missile production industry through taxes. Not only is it an underhanded plan that I don't want to be associated with. It's a dated one. Who needs booze cartoons now-a-days when all your kids are growing up wanting to be rockstars?

Watkins! There's the new age of Looney Tunes! Not me! He's the rockstar. He's the communist plot. He's the one who is hiding beneath a caricature. Occasionally going around in a robot suit named “Roadblock”. But, that's another story.

I don't even get how I'm anything like Looney Tunes. Maybe I'm a tune in the way I'm animated. But, that's only because I've been trained as a skillful tactician and speaker. But as for the L word... That's not even in my universe. I'm probably the only one in this realm that is even justifiable sane.

Now, that may not enough for me to consider my tag partner a betrayer. But it's a start. What really turned the table was the fact he kept looking at me in that match, and I could swear he was misguiding me through his hidden signals. He never even told me he was going to blinking directions to me in morse code. Furthermore, when he actually started doing it, I was caught off guard. I tried to follow them but they were the wrong direction. Suddenly I smelled the sweet red wine on his Judas breath!

He was kissing me all over!

Unlike Jesus, I do not forgive him! I know if Jesus had a tazer at the time we'd still have a savior and Judas would be remembered as the first ever electric light fixture.

I was only doing what Jesus would do!

Thump! Thump! With every bump I feel she'll wake up. I'm on some desolate dirt road out here going fourty miles over the designated speed limit. I watch back in the rear view mirror as all I see is the silhouettes of trees, and the dust flying beneath my tires. Apart from the green lights and buzzing of my techovan computers. She doesn't stir for now.

I can't keep her on my mind when going after Cross. The man has been trained in hand to hand combat, and probably brought back to Mars and fought in the Navy Colosseum(The sport of Gar-tuik where two men would grab the end of a giant stick and try to push each other onto degravitizing plates). I need to get rid of her soon. There are a few places that seem like they're dedicated to this thing. “Forgotten Memories Swamp”, “The Bottomless Tarpit” ,and “Dead Bitch Ditch” are a few I see on detour signs. But, she's not dead and I won't kill her. I'm a man of truth not some sort of monster.

Suddenly a strange bird flies in from to my windshield. I miss it just barely so I press a button and it launches a rocket at it. I can't risk those containing spy cameras. I know most birds aren't real but synthetic copies produced by Steve Wozniak at Apple. A man who, after continually losing against Bill Gates in the computer wars, has bought out half of the animal kingdom, and are replacing them with super soldiers that will rebel against the status quo...

That is, if Bill Gates's hidden nuclear stockpile bought from the still existent yet unofficial Ottoman Empire, isn't launched.

God, I'm completely forgetting the task at hand. That is finding a place to detain this woman. A place where as if she woke up people would think she's crazy. Wait, no, that's not it. The task at hand should be John Cross and how I should be mentally prepared for this match. Actually, I don't know what the task at hand is!

~

An own call reminding me of Apple's power. I'm bet those folks are glad that those birdies aren't Intel inside... But, Ironically, they do serve as Intel. How does that work?

Anyway she thumps on the hardwood floor as I drop her. Out here in some cabin in the swamp. Deep in the heart of the bayou where the grass is gray, and the waters seep up to your thigh. Where you have to walk the boardwalk to get to your front door, and the town is nowhere to be seen. It's kind of beautiful, albeit smelly, at this time. I peer out the window to see the moon's vast reflection over the waters. It's a full moon tonight.

I turn back to my rustic cabin. Every cliché imaginable here. Hard logs for walls and hard boards for floors. Many eyes hidden within stuffed animal heads. I burn all of them in the stereotypical fireplace.

I bind the woman in the top floor. The honeymoon suite with sticky windows leaking of mysterious goo. A cozy fluffed white bed. I fill the room with romantic candles and rose fixtures. Why? Am I a sicko stalker or anything? No, I just want her to think so; so she screams loud enough for me to hear when I wake up. I won't touch her. I'm not like that...

Anyway, I calculate that I have fourty five minutes before she wakes up. I should be planning my match against Cross but I'm not wasting the free cable. So, I turn through the TV, and flip through the channels. Half the channels are off the air and the other half are mindless static. I eventually get to TV land where everything is unfettered. I get a glimpse of Green Acres.

I laugh as Ebb sticks his hair in the freezer. He's trying to freeze his part. I wonder if I should try that sometime. Perhaps, I could disguise myself as Charlie Chaplin or something. The show ends and I flip to something random. It's HBO and they're showing some show called 'The Wire'. I am greatly confused at this illustration of the progression of TV. We start off with something like Green Acres which is a pretty sane and logical portrayal of the movement from urban living to rural living. Then get this weird surrealist show that seemingly makes no sense.

In the old days they gave you reality, I guess. Now, they just have weird nonsense.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

Right on time. I turn the TV off having it save me from the weird modern picture of society. I then go up the stairs. I see her there in this living valentine. With wedding dresses hanging on the ceiling in front of her.

“Please! Please don't rape me! Please!”

She begs to me. I then go over to her seat where she's dressed in the same thing but has been dragged through the swamp too much, and is dyed from head to toe in olivish swamp scum.

“I'm not going to rape you.”

I told her but I sensed she didn't believe me.

“Oh my god! This is one of those snuff films isn't it? I saw about this on the news yesterday! Help! Help! Don't kill me! Help!”

She screams. Trying to fight her white rope bindings. Trying to tilt back her glossed kitchen chair. Not knowing I nailed it to the floor.

“This isn't a snuff film.”

“No, you don't want me to be your bride, do you? Look, whatever you want to do, Im' sure you don't really want to do it! You're just sick.”

“I'm not going to do anything weird to you...”

A sign of relief comes from her.

“...I'm just going to dip you in nuclear waste.”
“What!”
“Well, I thought about it, and how it all connects. Steve Wozniak's destruction of nature and all. My idea is to sort of give back to nature what humanity took away. Ever see the film 'Swamp Thing'?”

She then begins to squirm like a mouse inside a vat of chocolate... Yes, I can safely say that marijuana brownies aren't the weirdest brownies I've ever tasted. After all though, it was an experimental mouse, and it was a good experiment, and I couldn't let the results go to waste.

“Speechless? It's ok, most people haven't really responded well to the transition. Well, actually, nobody has went through the transition. But, if you are to be speechless I guess we can say that...”

~

And a splash into the lake. It swims with it's fins. What's taken away from nature by humanity is now taken away from humanity and given to nature. A beautiful mermaid with a three pronged tongue. She will eat all the evil birds and restore the ecosystem.

I then look over to the beauty of nature. The moon slowly sinks and I sit down on the docks waiting for the sun to arise and give it's reflection. Even in this gray/dingy green portrait I see the wonders of God's universe. Wonders that are best as they're created.

Just like America. It was best as it was created before the special interest groups got involved and slowly turned it to a Martian state. Well, half Martian, and half Euro-communist. But, that's not the point.

The point is, however, that things were beautiful before a man like John Cross stepped into things. Before his navy existed. They're the ones who sent discord. They're the ones that destroyed the harmony with their machines and noise. With their havoc. Well, I'm a man of nature, and I'm here to tell you that with all the havoc and what they destroyed, I will be the turning tide in nature's favor.

John Cross, You don't deserve to hold my tag team championship. I have it mounted in my techno van and it's missing a brother. When I'm done beating you I will take the tag titles, both of them, and whether it's official, or not, I will do it on my own.

In my eyes, John Cross and Agent Decipher Light are not tag champions. Only Agent Decipher Light and himself are. I guarantee you if it weren't for your hypnotic signals I would have won that match in half the time without you.

So, be gone... Be out of my nature. If you chose to destroy this land. To distort this truth! I will eliminate you the only way you can.

You may laugh when you hear this thinking you're a big shot. Mr.White hat and blue suit. But, I can tell you, I will not only destroy you if I have to but destroy your entire navy seals... or your entire Navy if I have to! Nobody can save you. Not your crooked government because it exists in my ecosystem.

The sun begins to rise and I cross my legs and meditate. I am one with the trees, I am one with the bees, I am one with the flowers, I am one with the fleas, I am one with the swamps, and I am one with the desert.

I am one with the mountains. I am one with the sky. I am one with everything that is good on this Earth and the resurrection of what it needs to be.

I am one with everything.

The truth.

Justice embodied.

Agent Decipher Light...

~End Transmission~

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Speedy

CHARACTER: Chester Addison

ALIGNMENT: Face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): 6ft 2". 224 lbs.  General PB is Bryan Danielson (http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/73415/projects/92839/734151214294132.jpg), fitting the picture quite closely. In ring, he wears mid-thigh length trunks and boots. Outside, general style is just casual, normally jeans and a plain t-shirt.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.) Hailing from London, England, Chester Addison is 24 years old. His father originally came from Ireland, whilst his mother was a native londoner. Although they had four children together (of which Chester is second youngest), Chester's parents split when he was fifteen, with his mother taking off and never seeing him again.

Athletic but not all that bright, Chester took up wrestling as a hobby, eventually, as he grew older, becoming a second job behind working as a cashier in a store. Working twice a month for a small independent fed in London to help pay the bills, Chester spent most of the time working, sleeping, and drinking.

However, a man affiliated with HIW happened to attend one of the shows Chester was wrestling in, and impressed with what he saw, recommended they signed him. After getting his big break with HIW, Chester met with rapid success, rising to the top of the company. He later also joined TFWF, as the ownership of HIW was under question and he was unsure his contract would be renewed.

CAREER HISTORY:

HIW:
-Elite Champion (2, current)

TFWF:
-Tag Team Champion w/SG Martins (1, current)
-Hardcore Champion (2)

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): Cynical, introspective and mistrusting, Chester is quite difficult to get along with. He mostly looks out for number one and number one only, but would never break a rule to win a match. Deeply resents people cheating/exploiting interference to beat or try to beat him, and holds grudges over it. Chester is somewhat indifferent to the fans, and is blunt about what he thinks and feels even if he knows it's likely to upset them/not be what they want to hear.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): Current gimmick boils down to wrestling for personal pride with the sense of a clean victory being an accomplishment. Makes occasional references to himself as a lion, and when it is brought up, often calls his tag team title 'Imperial gold'. Swears frequently. Some friends call him 'Ches'. As his schedule demands a lot of travelling, Chester doesn't have much time for things outside of wrestling. He trains, watches sports (especially soccer) and spends time with his girlfriend, but doesn't have any huge hobbies per se.

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.):
Katie Wiseman - girlfriend hailing from the US. Initially was something of a stalker to Chester, but the whole thing stemmed from a bizarre misunderstanding and they're now very close. Hotheaded, prone to calling Chester 'limey' when he's annoyed her.
Alex Addison - Chester's kid brother, a professional soccer player and very good friend to him. Currently hospitalised and conscious only intermittently after a drug OD followed by a car accident.
SG Martins - Chester's tag team partner. Chester respects and trusts SG, which is a lot more than you could say for most people.
Will - Owner of the gym/dojo Chester trains at. A complete bear of a man who tends to work Addison to the bone to get the best out of him.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.):

Wrestling:
- Having had a lot of shit thrown at him by a paranoid general manager in HIW, Addison has finally managed to turn his attention towards potential challengers for his title, only to find himself getting ganged up on by Nightmare Inc (Emma McIntyre & Katherine Stryfe). The tables have turned for the moment however, as the match announced for the next PPV is a triple threat involving all three. Determined to prove once and for all he belongs at the top.
- Steps dogged by APB for months, including attacks in recent weeks, Addison is now preparing to defend his tag team title against APB and Kent Clark, along with Desert Sex. Looking forward to his chance at retribution.

Personal:
- Chester has just recently discovered his father and younger brother were in a car accident. His father was killed and his brother, Alex, was hospitalised and is still in a very bad way. Struggling to hold it together emotionally, as Chester's elder brother, Don, is acting oddly aloof and his sister, Lisa, is just as broken up as he is.

ENTRANCE: (process / music):

Entrance: 'Entertainment' starts to play and the fans begin to stir as the backstage doors slide open slowly. The entrance is obscured by billows of smoke for a few moments, then, as the song's introduction kicks in, Chester Addison emerges from the fog, raising one arm in the air for a few seconds. A half smile crosses his face as he hears the fans begin to cheer.

Chester stands at the top of the ramp and sweeps the crowd with a long look, his free hand stroking the livid scar on the right side of his face. He starts off down the ramp and moving towards the ring at high speed, quickly reaching it. He jumps up onto the apron and ducks under the top rope before stepping into the ring and then walking into his corner to wait for the beginning of the match.

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic):

Finishers:
- Final Notice (Spin-out Fireman's Carry Slam)
- CKO (Stunner, sometimes executed 'RKO' style, out of nowhere)

Signatures:
- Side effect
- Tigerbomb

Lazy copy paste ftw. Full moveset from HIW profile.

Basic Attacks
1. European Uppercut
2. Elbow Smash
3. Toe Kick


Front Grapples
1. Scoop Slam
2. Powerslam
3. Snap Suplex
4. Mat Slam
5. STO
6. Even Flow DDT
7. Piledriver
8. Arm Drag
9. Backbreaker
10. Snapmare

Ground Moves
1. Senton
2. Elbow Drop
3.  Kick to the back
4. Knee to the head

Back Grapples
1. Flashback
2. Reverse DDT
3. Russian Leg Sweep
4. Elbow Smash
5. Hangman's Neckbreaker

Running Attacks
1. Kitchen Sink
2. Clothesline
3. Sliding Sweep (From Behind)

Diving Attacks
1. Crossbody
2. Elbow Drop
3. Clothesline

Corner Moves
1. Shoulder Tackle
2. Superplex
3. Super Steamroller
4. Facewash

Submission Moves
1. Anaconda Vice
2. Clover Leaf
3. STF
4. Armbar

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here):

SAMPLE RP: http://hiw.ewplanet.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=45&t=1070

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Tim The MotherFucking SHIT BOYEEE

CHARACTER: Simon Crane

ALIGNMENT: super baby face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces): Basic trunks, elbow pads, etc. Very traditional. full head of hair that's slowly receding, with strands of silver in it. Lookin more like Russel Crowe right now.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): Family man, in his early 40s, who tries to become a wrestler after being laid off from his job. He amounts small success and has only been hired by one fed - The Black Alchemy, and that closed. He lives in a small suburban town, he's happily married with two kids. He goes to church and  believes in God but isn't a crazy Christian. He's finally decided to go for his dreams though, and that has put quite the financial burden on his family.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades): The Black Alchemy, winner of the Electric Demon Tournament

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): He loves the fans, and has loads of support from them due to his personality. Very steeped in respect, but he has a bit of a low opinion of himself.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.): no catchphrases, but he doesn't curse a lot. He's big on working out, but is a realistic human being, and therefore makes countless mistakes in his diet. He doesn't have any harsh health conditions, but his age doesn't allow him to be as physically fit as his opponents. He gets mocked a lot because of his family values.

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.): quite a few actually

Paige - His loving wife. Red hair. high school sweethearts. She has had to carry the family during his unemployment. She's strong, resilient, but doubts her husbands abilities in the ring, a feeling she keeps dormant for the most part but has been known to use it in domesticated arguments.

Brian - His best friend and trainer. college buddies, but he has a bit of a drinking problem. He's vicariously experiencing success through Simon, because he feels his life is worthless. He doesn't make it known, and Simon doesn't see it, but he is very jealous.

Adam - his son, very quiet, very reserved. He's the youngest, and seems very self sufficient. He's got nothing  but respect and support for his father, because it inspires him. He's a good student, but not very socially active. He's not disliked by kids, he's just quiet and reserved.

Lexie - the daughter. She plays the smallest part in the family. 16 years old, fairly popular, a little bit of the emo but not depressing, just attitude and fashion sense. Sexually confused.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.): no current storyline, but he just wants to be successful in his families eyes and support them right now like a man should.

ENTRANCE: (process / music): basic, music hits "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys, and he strolls to the ring in a face like fashion.

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic): Very few power moves,  but not many submissions. He's not that quick, but he has a few surprises. No top rope moves unless completely spur of the moment (he's not entirely sure of himself all of the time).

Finisher is an Evenflow DDT called the No Fancy Name Needed DDT.

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here):

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character):

from the Black Alchemy.


Paige sits there, her eyes focused entirely on her cup of tea thats gone cold. Her hair is up, tied behind her, and I can see the face of a woman just as confused as me. She sits at the dining room table, and the children have long gone to sleep, so only the two of us are awake. I carry my tea into the dining room and sit down, one chair over.

She doesn't look up.

I hate this.

Her overall appearance tells me that she's very upset, call it spousal intuition, or simply common sense, but the last few weeks have not gone as smoothly as I was hoping they would. My first match was a travesty, a blemish on my career I'd like to say, but sometimes your instincts pull into high gear and you do stupid things. I grabbed a woman, Georgie Nickles to be exact, and planted a fat kiss on her in front of thousands of fans, on live television. My wife saw it. But it was a knee jerk reaction, and that should excuse me, right?

Right?

"So...

I try to talk to her, but she's non responsive. I'm not sure who is more at fault here. The fact that no one knows what happened behind closed doors with MDK or the fact that in front of open eyes I kissed a gorgeous woman? It's hard to tell who should be apologizing.

Paige: So...

I take a sip of my tea, its some chamomile bullshit, the only stuff that my wife buys. I'm caught between two very opposing emotions right now. I want so badly to comfort my wife and apologize, but at the same time, I demand to know what she hoped to accomplish behind my back with MDK.

"What are you thinking about?

We prod each other this way. Ever since we were in high school, it was always that question that caught the other off guard, it's our way of demanding the truth. It begs for honesty, and usually works.

Paige: Nothing.

Fail.

"Nothing at all? I don't see how that's possible.

Paige: I'm not thinking about anything. Nothing important anyway.

"Well why don't you share?

Paige: I don't feel like sharing.

Years of marriage and we've come to this. A silence falls over the room and I have to practically grab my fishing lure just to get her to talk to me. Bait her.

"Look....

I buckle. It's always me that apologizes first. Never her. Men know this all around the world, we are always the first to apologize.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. It was just a reaction, if you'd asked me right there I would have told you that I was angry but now, more than anything I just wanna know what happened.

Paige: There's nothing to talk about. Nothing happened.

Naturally, she doesn't apologize. Instead, we're on the building blocks of a fight, and I'm debating on taking it outside onto the porch so that the kids don't hear. But I suppose I'd rather have them hear than everyone on the block.

"C'mon honey. You've never had a problem with being honest with me. Why now? I just want to know what happened with MDK.

Paige: If you can't figure it out, then you don't know me. I shouldn't need to explain myself to the man I love.

"Except the fact that it happened on national television. And so the world is assuming one thing, and all I am looking for is a little reassurance. That's all. I just want to know.

She looks at me with swollen eyes, and a bit of red flares up in her cheeks.

Paige: How dare you ask that of me? I have been faithful to this marriage, you have not been. So don't you try to turn this around on me and insinuate that I have had relations with another man, you were clearly locking lips with that whore in the ring!!

She's going around the answer, and not actually giving me what I want. She's dropping hints that nothing happened, but hasn't clearly stated it. This is what drives me up the wall. They play this mind game, women do, just to get out of situations.

Paige: If you NEED me to tell you that I didn't do anything with MDK, then I will. But just know that it'll hurt our marriage.

"You're being unfair. I've got the whole world laughing at me. And you....you smirk on television, after MDK whispers some kind of fucked up menage a trois in your ear and you smile. Then you get dragged off to his room, and you expect me to believe that NOTHING happened? Nothing at all? You barely even fought. You just gave up. What do you expect of me? Do you think I'm an idiot?

Paige: Do you not trust me?

She reaches out and grabs my hands and covers them with hers. She squeezes them. I pull away. I can't do this right now.

"I don't know right now.

What a failed attempt at closure. I get up from my chair, defeated by my own wife's insolence, and retreat to the living room where I turn the television on and catch the end of "Back to the Future." I plant myself on the couch and watch as Marty McFly zings down the street back to 1985 and all I can hear is my heart breaking into pieces, knowing full well that my wife has crossed the line. More than me. I feel guilt, but more than anything I feel anger. Anger at myself, anger at this whole ordeal, and more importantly, anger towards the one responsible for all of this...M....D...K.

Paige sits at the dining room table for a little while longer, I can hear her tears drip into her tea, but I don't dare comfort her. Not until she gives me the answers I require. She dries her eyes, and looks at the clock. I do the same, and note that it's 11:30. The house is silent but for the credits to the movie. I sit slouched in the sofa, peering into the reflection of the TV set and see my wife standing at the base of the stairs.

Paige: You coming to bed?

She sniffles a bit, realizing her folley in trying to escape the answers. Now she feels remorse, a sudden overwhelming feeling of regret, which clearly indicates to me....that she did in fact do something with MDK. I don't look up at her, instead, I change the channel.

"Nah, I'll be up later.

Paige: Oh....how late are you planning on staying up?

"I don't know. Not tired.

Paige: Well did you want-

"Goodnight.

She holds back the tears before walking up the stairs and to her our bedroom. Once I hear the closing of our door, I turn off the television and sit in the darkness and silence. Confused, and hurt, I try to search for some type of positive light to come out of this situation. Fuel? Fuel for a bitter fued that will end in tremendous bloodshed? I hope not. My intentions in the Alchemy were not to be some crybaby who pulls his family into this mess. My home life was meant to be separate. But I failed at that. I thought I learned. But I suppose I haven't.

I pull myself out of the couch and walk into the kitchen. I open the fridge and take a look at the left overs. But it's hard to even look at the food on the shelves and in the doors because when you have such a strong bond with a woman, everything reminds you of them. I can't eat, and I can't sleep. I close the door.

There's only one solution in a time like this. To clear my head, to clear my heart, I have to have a distraction. Something to take my gaze away from the screwed up mess I'm in, and lean more towards the focus of my match with Joel Bryant.

I open the closet and pull out my running shoes.



They call it therapeutic. It releases endorphins into your brain. It's all bad for your knees if you're not on a good surface. Whatever the case may be, whatever the damages, the strength of it is, I feel so much better when I run. It's something that soothes me, and is the perfect distraction. I left the house moments earlier and once I hit the ground I sprinted as far and as fast as I could. I must have gone two miles, in a dead sprint, with the hot wind melting my skin. Sweat drenches my shirt and I can feel it trickle through the hairs on my calves.

I run forever it seems, not keeping track of time and only slightly monitoring my distance. I run till my veins burst, running on fumes, the oxygen in my blood turns to vapor and exits my body. I die somewhere in the downtown area, exhausted and wet. I heave and wheeze uncontrollably for about 10 minutes and start gasping considerably for air. I try to calm myself done, but the combination of two types of pain is overwhelming. I take to the closest gas station, a 24 hour, 7-11 on Haskell Ave. I walk in and the fluorescent lights blind me at first but I make a bee line for the drinks and grab a Gatorade for good measure.

As I approach the counter, the clerk is talking to the patron in front of me. I don't eavesdrop, I keep my distance and focus on my heart rate, I start to count the beats while I wait, it helps to slow it down.

All of the sudden, the patron turns to me and with a look of shock on his face shouts to me.

Guy: Holy shit you're him!

I'm snapped out of my daze, and I look to him and the clerk. I'm assuming they are friends. In fact, I bet you $10 they are.

"I'm sorry?

Guy: You're Klock! You're the guy who's wife is nailing MDK!

I look at him with a dead stare. He rethinks what he just said, tries for a moment to take it back I'm betting, but instead pretends it didn't happen and moves on.

Guy: You're the guy facing Crazyman!

"Yeah, that's me.

Guy: That's AWESOME.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool.

He steps out of my way but only slightly so that I can pay for the Gatorade. He turns to his clerk friend and begins yapping away.

Guy: This is the guy who's like 50 and going back into wrestling. But he's not out of shape or have man-titties or anything like that. He's just building a fan base like crazy! This fucker, NAILED Georgie Nickles.

"I didn't nail her.

The man's jaw drops and he just stares at me for a moment.

Guy: What the fuck man?? You didn't?? How could you NOT?

"I'm married.

He starts to laugh considerably. The two stare at each other, in a humorous manner, exchanging glares of down and mockery.

Guy: So you're wife sleeps with MDK, and you just kiss Georgie Nickles and don't do anything else? Man, I'da been all over that pussy man. I wouldn't quit that shit at all.

"Oh I bet.

Guy: I mean, I got a girl too, but shit, Simon, I'd be all over Nickles. That bitch is fine.

"She's certainly a pretty lady.

Guy: Pretty? Oh my fucking God dude she's hot as hell. How did you not hit that? You're lying bro, you're fucking lying, I know you are. You hit that shit.

He nods like I know what he's talking about. That grin that tells me he's had to beg for sex in the past, and I just wait for my change. Once its in my pocket I walk around him and head for the door.

Guy: Hey man, I'm serious. Why didn't you nail her?

I stop at the door. I turn to him.

"Because I'm married. And when you're married, you make a promise, a binding contract almost that you will never, under any circumstance, cheat or betray your spouse. I signed it with my soul, and I'm bound to my wife.

He scratches his head.

Guy: Then why'd you kiss Georgie?

Damnit. He got me. I lower my head. I throw my hands up in the air in frustration.

"I....I don't know. I do stupid things.

Guy: Yeah, like agreeing to face Crazyman. That guys gonna fuck you up!

"I'm not all that worried about it to be honest.

Guy: You're not?

"No, I've got so much else on my mind, I can't even focus.

The clerk finally speaks after silence this whole time.

Clerk: Maybe you should go talk to your wife.

"I tried. We had a fight and....wait....why the hell am I talking to you guys?

They share a laugh, like a bunch of stoned monkeys all giddy that they have a banana to share. I turn and leave the store, but as I'm exiting I can still hear them.

Guy: Hey good luck against Crazyman dude...you'll need it!

I let the door shut behind me and shake my head in dismay. My heart is still pounding like mad, and I'm starting to get very tired. I look in the direction of my house and start walking. My bones are cracking and the muscles every ache, but I eventually reach my house, sometime after 1 am.

Once inside the house again, I set down the empty bottle of Gatorade on the kitchen counter, remove my shoes and place them in the closet, then with a slightly limpish walk, I head for the foot of the stairs and glance up them.

Should I? All that talk about my marriage and respecting it, and I've disproven that fact by stepping over the boundaries. Perhaps my wife has been faithful? Perhaps I'm the one that broke the line of trust? It's hard to figure it out, with so many thoughts swimming in my head.

"I either sleep on the couch, or I sleep with my wife...

I look at the couch, then at the stares. I am covered in sweat, so either one is going to be slightly unpleasant in some form. I could take a shower, but that'll only wake her and then she'll wonder why I'm not in bed, and then it's just...just...

"Ah fuck it."

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: James w.

CHARACTER:  Black Death

ALIGNMENT: Face

APPEARANCE:  inside of the ring he wears black shorts cut at the knees, hands wrap in taped, black wrestling shoes.  ‘Comes down to the ring in a black robe. Out side of the ring wears suits or collar shirts and slacks.

BACKGROUND: Las Vegas, NV

CAREER HISTORY:  Raw ( Tag Team champion ) XWF (2x) TV Champion  RKW ( world champion)  PWR (Armor core Champion)  True Experts Champion (3x)   

PERSONALITY:  Black Death is a man who is trouble by his younger days done spreading evil everywhere he went   and now spends  the rest of his career trying to atone for those past evil deeds.  But doing the right thing has cost him everything, but he will still keep doing it even if it kills him.  Because it just might

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS:  Black Death is a player in game that been going on since the beginning of time, he has just recent come to understand the depth of his involvement in this game.  He also talks to a demon that lives in his soul. This demon is guardian of man.  He likes to spend his spare time reading books gaining as much knowledge as he can.  He is known as the Truth, The plague.  The man that just will not die.  He likes to say “I am the truth and the rest are just lies. “ You face Black Death, you face the end “

SUPPORTING CAST:  His angel wife Lisa Wallace. His best friend an Aztec shaman name Azteca , His tech savvy friend Black Venom , now he is also join by a daughter he just recently found out about name jade and a warrior monk  name Xuanlong 

CURRENT STORY LINE: He is current resting overseas from injures that was given to him at Rival Factions last November. 

ENTRANCE:  His Entrance music is Prefect Stranger by Deep Purple. He comes down to the ring wearing black robe as the songs plays in the background , He takes one long look at the crowd and then heads to the ring quickly . He steps up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle rope and the top rope. He heads to the corner of the ring and takes off his robe and hands it to a ring attendant. He then bounces up and down in the corner ready for the match.

MOVES:  Finisher - Black Death Driver (From a reverse chancery, Death lifts his opponent in the air and grabs his opponent's left leg with his right arm while holding his opponent in front of him. Death then hooks his opponent's head with his left arm and drops them head-first into the mat.)

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-- SIGNATURE MOVES --
Black Rope Hangman (Set up for a hangman's neck breaker, Lift opponent by neck. fall forward on to stomach while still holding opponent head)

Death Cutter - pick opponent in a scoop slam. Throw over shoulder into a cutter

Axe of Thor â€" Running Jumping Front Elbow to the top of opponents head

Burning Hammer (inverted Death Valley Driver)

Island Driver

Basic
Gut wretch Power bomb
Mafia kick
Brain buster
Single leg Boston crab
Choke slam
Devil lock submission
Running clothesline
DDT
German suplex
Belly to belly overhead release suplex
Diving head butt


SAMPLE RP:

The wise man will love; all others will desire.
Afranius



have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want.
Terence, Eunuchus
Roman comic dramatist (185 BC - 159 BC)


All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Arthur Schopenhauer
German philosopher (1788 - 1860)




TWO PATHS


CHAPTER 5: THE PLAYERS GATHER



The room was not that big, it had four walls and two windows, the windows was cover by white sheet so no sunlight can enter the room. It was light by candles that were place on a floor of the barren room. The candles were made into a circle and the circle was in the middle of the room. A man was in the middle of the circle, he was sitting Indian style with his eyes close and head up in the air. He had his hands on his knees and he same to be in deep meditation mode. He wore no shoes or socks just a red pants with no shirt. You can see that he had a lean muscular build with no inch of fat on him. He was young man with Hispanic features, handsome with short crop black hair, shaved on the side.

The man that sits there on the floor, mediating is name Robert Lin or Azteca as he is called by his close friends. Azteca is very unique person; again in the world of wrestling you meet all sorts of people. Azteca is a man that is in touch with his past and embraces the things in this world that we have over look or have forgotten. He also grew up with James Wallace aka Black Death and is his best friend for long time. They also enter the wrestling game, but it was not to be for Azteca, he soon found what was in his soul and saw the truth that lie in it. Azteca has the soul of a shaman, ancient sprit from the days long past and he now spends his life trying to understand the mystery long forgotten and live his life with a wife and child. He does not regret leaving the world of wrestling behind and his best friend too. He living a nice comfortable life and he feels good about it.

That life that he lives is about to change as he sat there on the floor. His daily meditation, concentrating on the world and stretching out his mind to connect to the whole world. Taking in the sensations that a normal person would not feel, then the images flash in is head. Images of the world in flames, beast that he finds hard to describe praying on people. Darkness filling the air and he sees Black Death laughing with a woman of black hair standing next to him. Black Death stands there with blood coming from his mouth and red eyes like flames burning. This shakes him to the very core and he opens his eyes. Visions of the world in flames and his friend James the cause of it. He finds it hard for his mind to wrap around such things, but he knows in his heart that these are glimpse of a future that could be. He shakes his head and gets up. He walks out of the circle and to the door of the room turning on the overheard light. The lights come on and he walks over to blow out the candles. He is wondering what he must do next as he finishes with the candles, I must go find James and confront him with what I saw. But I have now idea how to find him at the moment. Wait he did have a match in California this past weekend and I know Vegas is not far, so I head to Vegas and starts from there. Maybe I should call him first or call Lisa, she might also know where his is at, and it is a lot cheaper to start there. He walks to the door of the room and opens it walking into the hallway of his home closing the door behind him.

Lisa Wallace still can not believe she actually went to the meeting with the crazy man at the dinner a few days ago. What she was thinking, she said to herself as she sat on her bed in her childhood bedroom. It was a room that was pretty much preserve from the time that she left for college. Bed and dresser with mirror on it. The dresser with white and the mirror had many pictures of her and her friends and family on it. Stuff animals and dolls here and there, a poster of new Kids on the Block on the wall, yeah you can not blame her like many teenage girls this band had her in there grasp. He gets up from her bed; she is wearing pajamas that were given to her by James. They were white with little bears on them. The top strains to cover her big chest as she moves to stretch her arms in the arm. Her cell phone begins to ring on the night stand next to her bed. She walks over to the stand picks up the phone. Looking at the number she does not recognize it, but she answers it any way. “Hello…” she said. “Lisa, it Robert is James there.” Lisa did not recognizing the voice for a second then it hit her , Robert Lin, James called him Azteca, She went to his wedding while back with James . Cute little guy, funny, friendly, bit odd to her but that never bother her She been in the wrestling business for a while. She met people stranger then him, but why would he be asking for James, He must not know that James and I are separated at the moment. “Robert, I am sorry but me and James are not together at the moment, I have no idea where he is…why do you ask?” There is a pause for a second then Robert speaks. “Separated, when then this happen?” “About a month or so ago.” She said thinking back to that day he told her in the dinning room. It was such a hard day and the memory of it starts to fill her eyes with tears. “So I really don’t know where he is at, I know he just finish match in California. If he was anywhere he would go back to his home in Las Vegas. You did try his cell phone?” “Yes I did.” She heard him say, there was no malice on his voice, but she detected something more like fear and nervousness when he spoke. “Lisa…why did you to split up?” “Can you talk to me about it?

Azteca was scared, the visions that he received show a grim death to the world and he had not been able to get hold of James for the past hour. James answers it and it click off , Robert try again and the cell phone would now just click over to voice mail. Strange, but not uncommon. Maybe he was with Lisa, that is why he called her phone, but she had said that they are separated. These were not a good sign and now Lisa explained over the phone what transpired over the afternoon at the house, how James told her that he was missing something inside of himself. That he was having nightmares and dreaming of a black haired woman, Black hair, same as the hair he saw on the woman standing next to James in his vision. Lisa lays out to him why she left too, after what happen to her by the hands of Dandelion. She felt empty and hollow, like there was something that she must find. They were two people searching for same thing thought Azteca as he listen to her speak over the phone. But he now understood and he was right to call her. She need to be with James, He did not know why but maybe instinct told him that, he always followed his instinct and right know it is telling him to find James and Lisa must find him to.

“Lisa…you must go to James now!” This knocks Lisa back with the force of his voice. It no longer nervous or fearful it strong, forceful, dripping with authority. “Lisa you and James are special people that need each other.” “What …” “No do not speak just listen to me. You may not believe me and I understand but you must know I have a feeling that James is in trouble, that you not being with him, will end up to cost you, him and even the world itself. You must be with him, you must go find him. I going to head to Vegas and you should follow too.” Lisa is just dumfounded that he would talk to her that way, but there was some truth in what he said. She feels empty without him; James being with her has always felt …she does not know that exact word, right. It always felt right to be with him and now this is the second person that said to her that James needs her, maybe Thomas was not crazy, and maybe she needs Thomas to help her. “Lisa, I will call you when I find him, you need to be ready when that time comes.” He hangs up and Lisa closes the phone. She still can not believe it, but more and more her gut is telling her that she must go find James. Like a voice inside her head, screaming at her that she has to find him, the phone rings again and it makes her jump. She answers it “hello” “Lisa …now do you believe…now do you feel it “it was the voice of Thomas, the blond man from the dinner, but how did he get her number. “ Even James best friend is worry and he even tells you that you must find James.” Lisa stands in the middle of the room shock. She just had that conversation no more then two minutes ago. Does he have her phone tap? Is he listening in on her calls? That is the only way, but it a cell phone. Lisa is not a technical wizard. But could you tap a cell phone? He speaks like he is reading her mind “ Lisa I just know … please time is short , you must get ready to help James … when the time comes he will need you , you must be ready… look inside your heart and it will tell you that I am right. Lisa stands there with the phone to her ear, A voice in her head speaks to here “ Lisa do not be afraid , you must get ready , please…you love him , do not deny the love that you have , I am here to help , but you must help me. Please Lisa hears this voice in her head and she can not keep fighting it , she knows that may have just had a breakdown , but if her instincts keep telling her that this is the right thing then she must follow it. “Thomas I will do it, what do I have to do?”

It shines in her beautiful soft hands, round and gold with symbols that time long forgot on it. But she knew what they were and what they meant. She long to have it and now it was in her hands. It had taken a long time to attain this and she had come to feel that she may never get it. But it now belongs to her and soon he will belong to her again. Oh how see long for him, it been so long since his touch, since he embraces her. She taught him but she also learned from him too. She will have him and then she will unleash the power that is within this amulet, she will reshape the world with him by her side like it was meant to be. “Soon my love you will come to me and then we will join as one and together reshape the heavens in our own images. You can feel me as I feel you. You will come to me.”


Black Death woke up on the plane; he does not know what happen. A dream it was strange, he saw the devil woman and see spoke to him, but it fading fast like it never happens. He must be just tried from what happen at his place after the meeting with Garren. He still can not believe what happen and what he was told

Driving up to Garren did not take that long, he has been there enough time, but Black Death has to wonder why Garren would like to meet in person. He could easily tell him over the phone. But maybe his buddy just wants him to come over and visit. Hell nothing wrong with that. He drove his black SUV to the gate and hit the inter com button to announce that he was here. The guard did not sound happy to see him, but hey he is a guard what does he care. He buzzes him through and Black Death drives up the long drive way to the house.

The House was said to once own by Elvis himself , Black Death never really believe that but the hose was damn impressive from the outside , He love the grey brick and castle look it , like modern day king at his throne. Black Death parks the SUV at the front of the house and get out. He blows a whistle from his mouth looking up at the place. It always impresses him and it will more then likely keep impressing him until he dies. He starts to walk to the front door. A set of big French doors, Black Death rings the door bell and adjust the collar to his white dress shirt, He wearing his gray suit with black leather shoes. Black tie and dark shades. Butler answers the door and Black Death is trying to remember his name. Death is tempted to call him Jeeves. The butler open it and speaks “Mr. Wallace yes … Mr. Ard is expecting you he is by the pool and would like you to meet him there. Follow me this way.

The pool at his place would be fitting for the Olympics not a home , I think to myself walking up it , Swimming in the pool was a woman that I could not get a good look at . Garren was in a white robe behind the bar with the two bodyguards I remember from the club the other night. They were laughing and having a drink, they both were suits out there and still not cut right for them. The butler walks up to Garren and announces that I was here. The two body guards’ turn there heads at me and they both just grunted. Well fuck you too is what I thought, but I nod my head to them. Garren smiles and walks over to me. “James.” He says has he gives me a hug. “Man sit down.” He points me to a stool at the bar. The two thugs move off out of the way as I take a seat at the stool. “Man it great to see you, it was one hell of a match that you had last week, I enjoy it. Do you want a drink?” “No,” I say “Garren thank you for the complement, but I really need that info you got for me ok? I can not stay to long” The smile never leaves Garren face has he pouring himself a drink. “James …all in due time, but I wanted to give you the info in person and maybe get you to relax man, Look at yourself your face looks like a mess.” That part is true after the battle I had in the ring and in the fight in Atlanta , I must look like hell , but I can not rest, and I do not time to play around I let some anger creep into my voice , may little to much anger . “Garren …what the hell are you my mother, I do not have time to play ok! I know what my face looks and feels like and I know how I feel at the moment and right now I pissed the fuck off , so stop dicking around and give the info if you have it . Ok pal … damn!” This got the two butt boys of his little concern and I could see them twitch and pay little more concern to the conversation that there boss and I was having. I look over to them and say “hey block heads …no need to concern you two, I not going to do anything that going to hurt your paychecks…but if you two do not mind your own business. I am going take my size twenty shoes break it off in both your asses” The start to move both Garren gives a look that shuts them down. He laughs and now you can see the woman who was swimming in the pool come walking over to the bar. All of us stop to take a look at her; it was like time froze as she moves.

She was about 5 feet 5 or maybe 5 feet 7, I really did not care but she wore a two piece bikini, if you could call it a bikini. Skin was colour of bronze, she was the kind of beauty that makes men murder there friends for and start wars. She walks with a towel drying her off and at that moment made me wish that I was a towel. She walks up to Garren and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Rita, I like you to meet James … he is an old friend of mine.” Rita smile at me, it a look that could melt glass, and I can feel the heat in my loins. He puts her hand for me to shake, “Nice to me you James” He voice is soft and smooth, like honey. I take her and shake it, such delicate fingers. Garren give her a drink. “Rita …why don’t you go sits down at the chair …James and I are going to do little business and then I be right over.” “Ok “. She said and takes a slip from her drink “It was nice to meet you James.” She says has she walks over to the chairs that not far from the wet bar and lay out across it. Garren smiles and looks back at me. “I thought Rita was working at the Club in Atlanta” I say to him. “She is on vacation with me, never been to Vegas thought I give a thrill.” Yeah, I smirk back at him, “in more ways then one right. Ok play time over Garren I need that info all right”. Garren face has a look of concern as he takes a drink. “James what you are doing is not going to help you ok…finding this woman will lead you to nowhere and it could be dangerous. I wanted to talk to you about it, that why I ask you here, I want to tell you in person to forget about her. Go back to Lisa.” I shake my head “ I need this done , see is the key to the weird shit that has happen in my life and after I find her I can get some rest , Garren I see her in my dream every night now, It like a splinter that drives me mad . It has affected every aspect of my life. That match you saw last week, I do not know how I survived. I can not focus all my energy and it all most cost me. I got to find her and now give me the info.” He stood there and heard all these “James … here “He hands me paper. “All you need to know is on that paper.” I that it and stick it in my pocket. “Thank you Garren “Garren takes one more drink and grabs my wrist as I begin to head off the stool. I look down at his hand and then up at him. “James, no good will come of this, stop it please, you do not need to find her…” I take my wrist from his hand, “I will not stop Garren and there is nothing that you say that going to stop me. Thank you again friend, I will not forget this.” I head down the side of the pool and away from the wet bar. “I know you want.” Garren takes another drink.

I finally arrive back home after the visit to Garren house, I made a stop off to get a bite to eat. I was looking over the paper and wondering why would she be there of all places. It really did not make much any sense to me. I pull into the garage and park the SUV. I got out of the vehicle still thinking about the talk I had with Garren, Why would he not want me to find her. Meaning he has no stake in this at all. I just need to find her, but he was speaking as if he knew things that I did not know. I head over to the door that leads into the house and turning the knob when my cell phone rang. I open the door and pull out the phone. Hey it Robert number, Azteca, wonder why he would call me now. Maybe he found out about me and Lisa. I know I have not been keeping in touch with my buddies of late. Hey maybe Garren called him. Trying to get him to tell me to stop, I walk in the house flip the phone to me ear and that when it happen.

I turn my head to talk when I saw a burr come at me, my years of experience in the ring taught me one thing, duck when something it coming at your face. I did just that, I duck my head, but I was not fast enough to get my hand with the cell phone out of the way. The phone took the brunt of the baseball bat swing. It was knocking out of my hand and hit the wall hard smashing to pieces. I move forward and turn to face the person that had tried to make my head into there own personal baseball. He was wearing all black with a black ski mask. Big guy almost my height. Must have been damn hot with that mask on. “Hey that was my phone,” I say to him, “You know how much that cost.” I plant my left foot and charge him trying to use the close quarters of the hallway that leads from my garage to me kitchen to my advantage. He does not have time to reload on his swing as I hit him with a shoulder tackle at full force sending him back into the wall. He drops the bat but I do not give him any time to catch his breath. I wrap my arms around his waist and lift him up into the air with all my strength. The hall is not that big so his head hits the ceiling hard. I can hear him grunt as his head goes through it. I pull him and head butt him in the face. I can hear the cartilage of his nose go crunch. I step back and kick him in the chest that sends him out to the garage floor flat on his back. I felt a presence at my back and hear the squeaking of shoes on the hallway floor. I took both my hand and swung them like I had a bat in my hand with all the force that I could muster in my body. It was flesh that met wood as my forearms connect with another bat. This look like the guy that I just knock to the floor, like twins, dress the same way. Must have got a discount at burglars R us. The impact with jarring and the bat shattered as I swung through it. I could feel the pain in my left forearm as it broke the bat. But I did not let it stop me. The guy in the mask looks at the pieces of broken wood in his hand then at me. He was amused that the bat broke I know I could not see it on his face but I could see his body language. But I did not care for that at the time. I caught him with a right back elbow to the side of his head. and then I grab my head with my left hand and use my right forearm to hit him in the face , two forearms strikes and then I follow up with the Axe of Thor , my jumping front elbow. Hitting him on top of the head. But I would not let up from there. I grab the back of his head with both my hands and turn him so his back was to the open garage door. They call this a Muay Thai clench and then I brought his head to my knee, hitting him with a big knee strike that lift him off his feet and sent him to the garage were he landed on his buddy that was getting up. He hit his buddy, they both hit the floor and the when the gun went off. It must have been in the one that I took out first hand and he was getting up to use, I do not know but then it went off as the both hit the floor. I reacted by closing the door to the garage and locking it. I head into the house grabbing the phone that was on the cradle in my kitchen and heading upstairs to my study. That where I keep my guns.

The police came and I had too put away my shotgun, hey trying being a rich, successful wrestler not keeps guns around your place. You have no idea how people want to take a shot at you or rob you. Like the boys scouts I am always prepared. I gave my statement and told them what happen. They were going to take this seriously and investigate, but they thought it was just two thieves trying to rob me. I complemented my on oh I handed them, I really did not give much care that because I figured out who they were and I know the police would not catch them. But I wonder now that I sit on my airplane flying back to California. Why would he send them, was he that serious in trying to get me to stop looking for the woman. If he was why did he give me the information in the first place? But now I know I have to be on my toes. If Garren Ard wanted to stop and he would send his butt boys to do it. Well after I had a chat with the devil woman. I look down at my left forearm, it is heavy wrap up. I may have a facture in my forearm. I stare at it and I make a promise, I am going to pay my friend a visit and have a nice chat with him about people homes and baseball bats.



END CHAPTER 5





CHAMPION FOREVER


Lights come on in a dark room, one, then two, and then three lights. That laminates a circle in the middle of the room. Standing in the circle is Black Death, He wearing a gray suit with white collars shirt and black tie. He has on his shoulder the True Experts title. He holds it there with his right hand. He has his head down with his eyes close. He slowly lifts his head up and opens his eyes. He can see nothing on his face, no emotion is visible at the moment. Then a slow smile comes to his lips and he nods his head up and down. He begins to speak with a slow and forceful tone.

Black Death â€" when this tournament started there wore over 60 wrestlers hoping to get there chance to win this title that on my shoulder. That was there goal and now out of the 60 plus wrestler only four remain. It has been a long and tough road that is winding down to an end and I will state it right now , Black Death with be the last one standing when it all said and done. It is not wish full thinking, it a fact and this fact will become painfully clear to my next opponent…MDK…Danny Tenegra.

I know there are two other wrestlers left but they are no concern at the moment. MDK is all that matters. I respect you MDK, you have fought in my any battles, beaten many great wrestlers all across this land. To deny that would be crazy of me, but now you face Black Death and this is one fight that you will not win. Respect means a lot, but it will only drive me to work hard and fight longer. This is not your standard match. You not only have to lose once, but you have to lose twice. Two out of three falls. When it comes to defending my true experts title in Experts events I have not lose that many. Yes I have been beaten twice for the title, but I always gain it back, the only three times true expert’s champion. I face down the best the experts had to offer and I come out on top. But you are not part of the experts …you are a Knight, it does not change a thing, I will stand victorious in the center of the ring.

MDK…look into my eyes, I want you to stare deeply and see into my soul. Twice …you have to pin my twice … that will not happen, not now, not ever. This will be a fight that they talk about forever, were two legends duke it out at the height of there power. Ali vs. Frazier, Haggler vs. Sugar Ray, Grey’s Anatomy vs. ER …Epic struggles and for you it will be an epic fail. For you are like all the rest, they want to beat the best…ME! Everyone wants to be the True experts champion…ME! But in am not ready to give up my belt yet, I am not ready to surrender the title of the best yet and I will die before I let you pin me to the mat for a three count twice.

I am worthy of the title True Expert. I never back down and I never give up. Many people thought when this thing first started that I would not make it past the Eight Deadly Sin, Alistair Black, they were wrong and Black fell by the wayside. And then people were saying the Crimson Lightening was going to shock the world and send me through a table and ending my reign as champion. It did not happen, he too was defeated. Now I hear that people are saying that Black Death had a nice run, but MDK is going to be the man that finally beats him for the title. One day I will lose this title to someone… but it will not be Sunday and you will not be that man. Black Death will once again prove that he is the best and MDK I will make your name famous. Black Death will be the True Experts champion today, tomorrow, and forever.

It all comes down to who wants it more … I know that you are going to say that you want it more , that you are going to prove me wrong and shut my big mouth. Huh. I can hear those wheels turning in your head. But I have a track record, proven track record in big matches like this. You never face Dandelion and the VOX… “All That” Lee Ryan, Sewaside, Lost Soul, Mastermind, Hallow Wicked … many, many others. I have and I beaten them. I want it more and will not stop until you have been beaten not once. But twice. Bring your words and bring your fist, because it will not help you. Bring your very soul to that ring, because it will not save you from the Truth…I am the Truth and the Rest are just lies. I am the plague of this world. I am Black Death … Your Pain will be My Gain! And I will be your END!

Black Death closes his eyes and slowly lowers his head. He is back to the same position he was in when he started this talk. The lights start to go out, one, then two and then three. Nothing but total darkness.

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER:  Josh

CHARACTER:   Dominator

ALIGNMENT:  Heel

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces):
Long black hair that goes just past his shoulders, occasionally spiked up into liberty spikes.  Wild facial hair (think Edge after he came back from Hell).  A brown and white ying yang tattoo is on his left shoulder.   Broad shoulders, you can see what once used to be a six pack stomach is now slowly turning into a beer gut.  Massive calf muscles help lend his kicks that extra power that can knock his opponents out.

In Ring Attire:

Dark black jeans, white tank top, military issued combat boots, pair of black studded weightlifting gloves with a white scorpion on each hand, the claws of each are wrapped around the studs directly above them. 

Entrance Attire

Same as ring but with a black over shirt, dog tags, and chains along the pants that are removed.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.):

Weight: 250 lbs.

Height: 6 ft. 3 in.

Age: 24

Hometown: Rosemead, California

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades):
HIWF- Deathmatch and North American Champion
EWC- No LImit Champion
Chance- World and Tag Team Champion
WWH- Primestar and Tag Team Champion
FWF- Hardcore Champion
EFC- World, Intercontinental, X-Division, Tag team Champion

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.):

Avoids fan interaction as much as possible.  If cornered by fans he tends to stick to one word answers. 

Pet Peeves: Stupid People and the scraping of metal on glass.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.):

Gimmick- Former Military who rather than playing the hero has blamed the world for the things he saw.

Catchphrase- "You've just been Targeted"

Nicknames- Dom and Da One-Man Militia

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.):

Friends- Dominator is always accompanied to the ring by his wife Maria Valdez, who much like her husband is prone to violent tendencies.  She will not hesitate to take any cheap shots she can or even attempt to take out the opponents valet.  Recently they have been accompanied to the ring by his protege Vincent Black.  While he does little in the way of interference his presence at ringside plays a more mental game on the opponent.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.):

Returning to the ring after nearly a year away.  His goal is to prove he is still a threat and not a joke like he was made out to be in his last run.

ENTRANCE: (process / music):

Entrance Music: Prelude 12/21- A FIre Inside
Entrance Description: The lights fade out to a dim gray as Prelude 12/21 echoes through the arena.  Dominator slowly makes his way out to the ring, with Maria and Vincent close behind, as the lyrics kick in. A light mist begins to fall out over the arena as he climbs into the ring.  He stands there bathing in the mist before the lights flash back on to show him standing there staring out at the crowd with a sick grin on his face

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic):

Move set:

---Running Strikes
Rolling Clothesline
Bicycle Kick
Clip

---Running Grapples
Spear
Bulldog
Shining Wizard

---Rebounding Moves
Springboard Leg Drop
Springboard DDT
Tope Atomico

---Submissions
Stretch Muffler
Ankle Lock
Fujiwara Armbar
Triangle choke

---Aerial Moves
450 Splash
Double Foot Stomp
Missile Dropkick
Mule Kick

---Turnbuckle Moves
Spider Suplex ( usually to set up DFA)
Shoulder thrusts
Triangle Dropkick
Turnbuckle Smash


Trademark Moves

Straight to Hell- Hurracarrana into the ring post
Lightning Crashes- Swanton Bomb
Batter Up- Uppercut with a barbed wire baseball bat.

Finisher:

Finisher 1: Death Shot
Description: Whips his opponents to one side of the ring while he bounces off the other side connecting with a Yakuza kick in the center of the ring.

Finisher 2: Death From Above
Description: Shooting Star Press

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here):

Fluent in Spanish, Dutch, Italian and German, his four major ethnicities.

Has a young daughter named Delilah

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character):

Scene 1: Home

The cold January air bit at me as I stepped out of my house. You always hear about how warm California is and how we have an almost endless summer. Truth is though California can be just as cold as any other place. But even more so nowadays, our economy has taken the shit from hell, not even the rich can afford their toys anymore. It’s sad really watching this once glorious state turn into a battle to survive day to day.

I zipped my jacket up and made my way onto the street. There were a few cars parked on the street, and even those had for sales signs posted on them. The city was circling the drain and there was nothing we could do about it anymore, I made my way down to Valley where some kids had decided it would be funny to steal the street signs, but even with them gone there was no way to forget where I was, the library sat there empty as usual with the exception of the librarian and a few high school students rummaging through the magazines.

I glanced back at Jim’s, it’s weird seeing the place I spent most of days after school eating now closed up at six pm, the once freshly painted walls were now cracked and faded from years of wear and tear. I turned back around and continued down the street as the wind started to pick up. With that cold air blowing hard against the back of my neck it brought me back to those days growing up out here. We were so young and so naïve thinking there was nothing that could really stop us, we all thought the world was perfect. Man were we ever stupid. Now I know those of you who are out there watching this are wondering what is so special about this place than any other run down city in LA, why should you care about some small town that, with the exception of our little valley area, no one has even heard of.

“This is my town.”

I took a seat on the bench in front of the library the cold stone sent shivers up my spine as I tried to make myself comfortable.

“Yeah that’s right you heard me this is my town, Rosemead, California. The place I always told you about with so much pride, now reduced to just another ghetto. Sure now it looks like it was never as great as I said it was, but how many of you out there can honestly say you could go anywhere in your hometown and everyone recognize you. No I don’t mean someone like me now, I mean someone like you at home, you’re average John and Jayne Smith, Roberto y Nancy Lopez, Ying and Maggie Ho, Raschad and Danika Williams, well you get my point. How many of you could have left your house gone down three, four, even five blocks and still have everyone know you and you know who they are. That’s how this place used to be, an honest community, one I was hoping to raise my kids in long ago. But the times have changed and now the people here are afraid to even come out of their homes long enough to get to know their new neighbor. They would rather watch them move in from behind their blinds and think of all the things they could have possibly done wrong.”

As I reminisced about the old times here, the faint sound of a skateboard scraping across the City Hall rails, caught my attention, I turned to look back and saw nothing but an old worn out building like the rest of them. I turned back around and slapped my hands on my knees before getting up off the bench and continuing my walk down the street.

“It’s so weird, when I was growing up out here I remember all of us thought it was the Asians taking over this place as week after week someone went out of business and was replaced by some kind of Asian superstore or some small little knick knack store. Even my barber couldn’t escape the changes as he was fizzled out and replaced by a salon. But now even they are gone boarded up or just empty. It’s almost like a disease, no one was safe, no one knew when it would hit them, all they knew was it was coming for them.”

I turned and made my way onto Ivy, heading for the place where I used to feel the most at home. Just a hundred feet behind the old supermarket stood Muscatel Middle School, and just like the rest of the town the paint was cracked and faded. Barely anything remained from my days here; the once neatly trimmed hedges now ran wild over the walls, even the artistically cut mustang in the courtyard was now a mess. I made my way into the school, where a few other people had gathered; it wasn’t hard for me to tell who it was, every year for the past eight years we’ve all met up just to talk about the old days and update each other on our lives. But that, well that’s a story for another day.

End Scene

Scene 2: On The Road Again.

It didn’t take long for Maria and I to make it to the Staples Center, while most of the guys in HIWF were probably held up in some hotel room near the arena, Maria and I took a trip through downtown LA, even making sure to stop by Tommy’s for some food before arriving at the arena.

We sat there in the car for a while finishing our food, it’s been a long time since we were actually able to enjoy a good meal. We sat there and stared at each other without saying a word, her long black hair shined as brightly in the dim light as it did the day I first met her. I reached my hand up and brushed her hair back as I ran my hand across her cheek. Her warm skin sent tingles through my body and in that moment, all those feelings from high school rushed back to me. I leaned over the seat and pressed my lips into hers, my hands running down her back. We embraced for what seemed like hours before pulling away slowly.

We continued to stare at each other before fixing our hair and climbing out of the car. I grabbed my bag and ran up behind her, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. We made our way into the backstage area laughing lightly as we made our way down the halls. We stopped in front of the camera crew who had just finished setting up. I tossed our bags off to the side and looked over at the camera, Maria still wrapped up in my arms.

“Go ahead and start rolling man, we got this.”

The cameraman gives the signal to the lights and sound crew to get ready as he moved behind the camera and started counting down.

5

4

3

2

The red light on the camera clicked on as the camera went live. I pulled my hair back and smiled at the camera before clearing my throat and speaking.

“So it is once again time for those of you out there to hear from the most dominant couple here in the HIWF. Now last week we were forced into quite an unusual situation, we were forced to team with Thomas Evans to take on a woman who as most of you know we despise. Now while that match did turn out as a victory for us, it was the aftermath of that match that truly shocked the world. You would have expected Maria and I to join in on that vicious beating of Rachel after the match, yet you all saw us back away from the ring. Why did we do that you ask? Well it’s a rather simple answer, it’s a little thing called honor. While we may hate these two and would love nothing more than to see them suffer, we still hold true to the belief that all problems should be solved in the ring and once that bell rings it’s over. Evans on the other hand, has no sense of honor or decency, he wants to bad mouth us for not sticking around to take part in his sick little pleasure that’s fine with us.”

Maria looked up suddenly and stared into the camera.

“At least Dom, isn’t the one who murdered one girl and is probably already working on a new victim. We’ve seen the way you’ve looked at Ally the last few weeks. It’s sick really for you to even think about her. I’ve seen men like you before you think women are beneath you and treat them like they were nothing more than puppets for you to play with. You want to talk about having to carry us last week, you can go ahead say it till your blue in the face, but if memory serves me it was Dom and I who did most of the damage, while you just came in and picked up the scraps. You’re nothing more than a vulture; you linger around hoping for someone to do the work for you before coming into feed yourself. You did it week after week with the General until he caught you and made you pay for it. And now I’m sure you will try to do the same with your partner this week, you’ll have him start off and let him do all the dirty work than try to jump in to claim the victory for yourself. Sorry Tommy but that won’t be happening this week, see while Ragonus and Dom may have their problems with each other, but as the saying goes the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

“She’s right you know. Evan’s what you do is pathetic, and this week I can sit well knowing that not only will Maria and I take you down piece by piece but Ragonus and the General will join us. Now don’t think this match is just going to be about bringing you down, no this match is about proving who really is the best out there right now. Is it the Covenant of Power, with their supposed power stemming from their so called unbeatable champion Jackson, is it Paradigm Shift, with the idea of one team one goal, or is it those of us who choose not to associate ourselves with either side, those who choose to rely on our own power. This match just might be that one factor that tilts the scales in the favor of any of these groups; if the Covenant comes out on top they solidify themselves as a true powerhouse team, if the Shift can pull out the victory they prove that strength does lie in their numbers, but if and when Maria and I win, we will prove to not just the company but to all of you out there that nothing can stop those who think for themselves.”

“You know Dom, you really haven’t said much about anyone else except for Tommy boy. This match is about more than just that. This match is about making Ragonus suffer more than he has. Ragonus, Bones, we have already made it clear that we will work with you to help take out Riki and Tommy, but once that is done make no mistake as our sites will turn to you. While we may have no problems with you dear General, in fact we have nothing but the utmost respect for you and what you have done, your partner is a man who has been chosen to suffer our wrath. A man who believes his power is above us and who has taken it upon himself to challenge us week in and week out. You paid for it at Hatred when Dom, beat you in a match you requested, Rachel paid for it last week in our match, granted it was a little one sided to begin with, but that wasn’t exactly our fault. Now I know you’re telling yourself that those two victories mean nothing as the week after Hatred you defeated me, now I could go and complain about how Rachel sprayed me in the face and allowed you to come in to pick up the win, but I won’t for what you both did was smart, you pulled one over on us, but make no mistake that will not be happening this week.”

“Ragonus this week you will suffer, you will be broken, you will fall. I don’t care if you happen to even win this match, I don’t care if Evans and Honma win this match so long as you end the night lying side by side with Rachel in a hospital bed. I am tired of people mocking my name, saying it like I was a joke. I am Dominator for one reason and one reason only, when you stand before me, you are destroyed, you are decimated, you are dominated. It’s time for all of you to see me for what I am, an unstoppable force with only one person even close enough to call me a rival and she just happens to be my wife. Remember each time our sides have faced without unwanted help, it has been one on one, I have my win, you have yours, but tonight Maria and I have ours. We have said our piece and now it is time for our actions to do the rest. Until we meet again, I bid thee farewell.”

We stared into the camera our hair seeming to flow as one as the light slowly faded out.

[Ryan Ruckus]

Still waiting on bios from-

1. Level One
2. Project Khemical
3. Stoner
4. Jose Ramon
5. Fnord
6. Exile

[Ryan Ruckus]

PLAYER: Chris Lemke

CHARACTER: Exile / Road Block (just in case people want to use him too)

ALIGNMENT: Super face

APPEARANCE: (basic, personal style, unique in/out of ring costume pieces):
Exile: 5'10" 190 lbs, loves to wear nice suits in and out of the ring. Cares about his appearance, but really isnt vain in any way.
Road Block: 6'11" 310 lbs, very casual. T shirts and jeans, maybe a flannel unshirt tucked. Unkept, lazy, and quite dense.

BACKGROUND: (hometown, backstory, etc.): Exile is from Pittsburgh, moved out to LA to stay in a condo that isnt exactly the nicest but is close to the beach. Started off in HiWF before becoming a TFWF staple. Road Block is always there for a ride and a good time, he was born in Newark, NJ his life's new goal is to murder Snookie from the Jersey Shore and wear her skin as a trophy.

CAREER HISTORY: (feds, accolades): HiWF, TFWF. I dunno Exile has won titles but he honestly doesn't really give a damn about them. He's pretty self effacing.

PERSONALITY: (point of view, fan interaction, pet peeves, etc.): Exile gives a damn about the fans and the show itself. He, sometimes to his own detriment, doesn't know when to give up. The fans know this about him and love him for it. Exile works best when his life is utter shit and he still manages to get up every morning and put a smile on his face. If Exile were to be described as anyone I would say he's like Spiderman.

Road Block smiles because he doesn't know any better. He is the eternal optimist and the fans just LOVE this guy. if Road Block were to be described as anyone, I would say he's like homer simpson.

ESSENTIAL CHARACTER ELEMENTS: (gimmick, catchphrases, extra-curricular activities, nicknames, etc.):

I always tried to veer away from gimmicks and catchphrases, even mocking those that used them. Road Block is a comic book and video game freak. In all honesty, the guy is pretty much on the level of an efedder in terms of cool points.

Exile lives and dies on his wit. He would rather verbally jab someone before ever throwing a punch and tends to piss off opponents with his incessant pop culture references and irreverence.

SUPPORTING CAST: (friends, enemies, etc.): Jose Ramon and Nick Stevenson are probably the closest things he has to really hating someone. Ramon broke up Exile's relationship with ramon's sister by fabricating a pregnancy from a one night stand that Exile had before the relationship. It almost ruined Exile's life.

Exile considers people like Kent Clark, William, Brandon Watkins close friends and he and Georgie Nickles are as close as siblings.

CURRENT STORY LINE: (angles, aspirations, etc.):
Right now Exile returned to the TFWF in defense of the 11 people that have had their careers ended by Fallen Angel, Jonnah Street, and Jc Mcdonald, the career killers. However he found himself slightly side tracked right now by Ramon once again getting involved in his business as the two get ready for a three way battle for the IC title.

ENTRANCE: (process / music):
"Live your Life" by T.I. is the theme music and Exile comes out with a huge grin, really giving the fans a show, high fiving people and living it up. It's supposed to be fun right?

MOVES: (finishers, signatures, basic):
Exile is a very very fast highflyer. He doesn't have a lot of power so he tries to keep people off balance with whatever he can hit them with. He hates the hardcore stuff, finds it boring, but is willing to use his body in whatever way he can with little regard to himself.

Outcast - Reverse STO

OTHER: (something important not mentioned above? put it here):
Road Block likes cheese and street fighter 2. Exile thinks Quintin tarentino is the second coming of jesus but with a hatori hanso blade.

SAMPLE RP: (link or post an RP which best gives an overall feel for your character):

http://www.efedknights.com/boards/index.php?topic=2610.msg64559#msg64559

Hope that helps!!
Chris
Dont be afraid to PM me any questions.