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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 10 2005, 10:02 PM (502 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Jan 10 2005, 10:02 PM Post #1 |
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Forget this week's card. I have no clue what was on it, and being that it's monday, clearly the show isn't getting posted. If any of you still wish to be on Rising, I need you to re-submit your applications as if you were never on there in the first place. The longer you take, the longer it will be before Rising can get started again. I need at least six members before I'm going to even bother making a card. Hop to it. |
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| Ash | Jan 11 2005, 12:27 AM Post #2 |
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Hey Wight, *cowers in fear* I was telling Wigs over on NWW that I'm looking to join up for a while. He said I need to go fill in an app and get signed with Rising. So I'll be one of them six when I find an app to fill in.. any chance you could point me in the direction of a blank one? |
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| TheNext | Jan 11 2005, 12:33 AM Post #3 |
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Where do I submit my application? |
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| Wigumoto | Jan 11 2005, 12:55 AM Post #4 |
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Just post them in here for now. And here's the app --
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| Ash | Jan 11 2005, 02:21 AM Post #5 |
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I'll try and fill this in tomorrow. With the character rep thing.. would it be possible for me to make Phoenix on the Hero Machine and use that? I made a pretty mean one last night, but forgot to save it.. shouldn't be too hard. If not, I'll work on modifying a picture of Violet from Tekken.. |
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| Minister Wighty | Jan 11 2005, 02:25 AM Post #6 |
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| TheNext | Jan 11 2005, 02:34 AM Post #7 |
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About You Your Name: Dennis W. Long Invision Account Name: TheNext Contact address:Flockmark on AIM About Your Character Name:'The Next' Trent Jacobs Real Name (if different):N/A Height:5'11 Weight:200 Hometown:Queens New York Alignment:Face Gimmick: He is a ladies man whenever he isn't inside the ring, a fun and likable guy, Gets along with everyone and anyone just as long as you don't cross the line and puah the wrong buttons. Used to wrestle as part of a successful tag team, now mainly wrestles in singles action. Physical Appearance:Slight Facial hair, Short black hair. Light build with a six pack. Short and stocky.Wrestling Attire: White Wrist tape, Black Knee pads, Shorts With one leg longer then the other. ![]() Casual Attire:Black and purple suit Entrance Attire (optional):See through shirt with sunglasses. Entrance Music:Clavicle-Alkaline Trio Entrance:Coming down the aisle, weighing in at two hundred pounds, and standing five feet eleven inches. He is Gods Gift To professional Wrestling, He is the Next Trent Jacobs. Clavicle-Alkaline Trio plays as Trent Jacobs slowly makes his way down the aisle, slapping the hands of fans along the way. Finisher Name: From Here To Infirmary Description of Finisher:Spinning Fishermans Suplex Secondary Finisher Name:Goodbye Forever Description of Secondary Finisher:Kudoh Driver AKA Cop Killah AKA Vertabreaker Trademark Moves: 3 Description: Northern Lights Bomb Name: Destined To Be Damned Trademark Moves: 2 Description: Springboard Leaping DDT as the opponent is getting up groggy Name: The Alkaline Trademark Moves: 1 Description: Front Suplex onto the ropes, as the opponents feet get stuck, hits a Twist Of Fate. Which drops the opponent pretty much on his face. Name: The Call out Top Moves: Yakuza Kick Top Rope Double Stomp to the back of the opponents head. Backdrop Driver 450 Splash Double Underhook Backbreaker Exploder Suplex Gory Driver AKA Widows Peak Running Implant DDT Springboard Ace Crusher Uranage Facewash in corner Spike Faceplant DDT *During important matches Trent Jacob's turns it up a notch, and does alot of chain wrestling. Favorite moves include*: ~Double Underhook lift like Jericho does, but drops the guys shoulder onto Trent's knee. ~Hooks the opponent in a downward spiral, but puts the opponents left hand behind grabbing with his right arm, and falls backwards. ~Big Match Winner: Cattle Mutilation Wrestling style: Very technical ground submission wrestling mixed with high flying. Title History:Former 1/2 JWL Heavyweight Tag Team Champion, Former X-Wing Lightweight Champion. Other Info:The Next Trent Jacobs is looking for a top spot here in FIW. Looking forward to working from the bottom and clawing and scraping to the top of the mountain to achieve the ultimate goal. How did you hear about the FIW?Old friends from other efeds. Mi8Playa/Matt/M-Pimp Elrick/Chris Show preference Tuesday Night Throwdown (TNT) Sample roleplay: *'The Next' Trent Jacobs is sitting inside the locker room awaiting management to finalize the contract to be able to wrestle on the next Rising Star program.* The rebirth of a true star that everyone can be proud of. A true role model for the youth of today's society. Yes. I am speaking of myself non other then 'The Next' Trent Jacobs. For a quick introduction of sorts, let me get straight to the point. The reason I have came to FIW is very simple. To achieve the goal of becoming the FIW World Heavyweight Champion. It is true that when you step foot into a wrestling ring, that becoming the champion is your number one priority, but it is my life, my destiny to become what I've always dreamt of. Nothing can stop me from reaching what is already in the palm of my hand. Only thing left for me to do is slowly grasp the title. *The Next Trent Jacobs hears a knock at the door, lifting his head with a smirk upon his face, crack's his neck from side to side. Stands up and rubs his hand up and down his suit to get rid of the wrinkles. As The Next Trent Jacobs walks to the door, he grab's a pen out of his suit pocket with a huge grin uponm his face, The door gets puches in very quickly which startles Trent Jacobs. |
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| Steve | Jan 11 2005, 04:53 AM Post #8 |
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We might want to change our URL at Roughkut because I doubt alot of the new guys coming from that site know where we are. |
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| BobPalindrome | Jan 11 2005, 05:11 AM Post #9 |
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About You Your name: Scott Invision Account Name: BobPalindrome Contact address: abudhabi51@yahoo.com (I'm on MSN Messenger as BobPalindrome) About Your Character Name: El Lobo Loco Real Name (if different): Cesar Figueroa (rarely used except by close friends, who are few) Height: 5'9" Weight: 210 lbs. Hometown: Mexico City, Mexico Alignment: Heel Gimmick: Do you think you are hard, ese? Try growing up in the slums of Mexico City, where you must learn to fight before you can walk. Cesar Figueroa would likely have ended up in prison or in an early grave had he not been recruited by a wrestling promoter who saw promising potential. Learning the ropes of lucha libre (Mexican wrestling), Cesar grew into El Lobo Loco -- the black-and-silver masked terror of the squared circle. Gifted with technical skill and high-flying moves that can be best described as suicidal, El Lobo has even gone over the Atlantic to Japan, taking part in gruesome deathmatches to prove that, truly, none can withstand his strength. While some may call him cocky or perverse, El Lobo welcomes all challengers to test their mettle and show their cojones by stepping into the squared circle with him. A barbed-wire battle royal death match? Bring it on! Physical Appearance: Although only standing at average height, there is still much imposing about El Lobo. His thick chest is capped by broad shoulders, and he often folds his arms in an arrogant stance to show off his muscles. His olive skin is covered with fleshly pink scars, mementos from matches that are just painful blurs in his mind. Emotionless brown eyes peer out from his mask, and his thick lips appear dry and callous. Outside of the ring, his gestures are slow and precise. Inside the ring, he moves like water, fast and unstoppable. When he speaks, it is with a deep baritone one would expect from someone much larger. A picture can be found here: ![]() (Sorry, the color version SiN made got corrupted or something when I saved it to my hard drive) Wrestling Attire: In the ring, El Lobo sports his infamous mask -- midnight black save for elaborate silver designs around the eyes and mouth. A downward-pointing arrow sits upon his forehead. He wears solid black wrist bands, silver underwear over black tights, and silver boots. Casual Attire: Whenever he's around the cameras or appearing in any way relating to his business, El Lobo still sports his trademark mask. When not wrestling, though, he wears t-shirts -- usually of dark colors -- that outline his chiseled features and track pants that allow for easy movement. One never knows when one might be attacked by conniving bastardos... Entrance Music: "Si Señor" by Control Machete Entrance: As the steady horns and speedy beat of "Si Señor" by Control Machete begin to pump over the loudspeakers, the crowd slowly turns its attention toward the entrance ramp. As the raspy musing of the singer let out the first few lines... Dorado y creciendo maduro en mi tierra Listo para volar mientras mi gente espera Pyros suddenly explode, sending two shafts of yellow flame straight up. Walking between the archway created by the pillars of light is El Lobo Loco, walking with a self-assured stride and wearing a smirk that says, "Yeah, I think I'm the bomb." He wears his scars and mask with equal pride, and chuckles and shakes his head at the members of the crowd who refuse to give him the adoration he believes he's entitled to. Once he reaches the ring, he sprints slightly, sliding onto the canvas under the bottom rope. Quickly spring to his feet, he begins to bounce on his feet, swinging his arms as he prepares to face his opponent. Finisher Name: Chupacabra Helldriver Description of Finisher: A 3/4 facelock bulldog with back flip. El Lobo applies a 3/4 face lock (basically, the victim's head on El Lobo's shoulder with El Lobo forming a headlock around the top of their head as El Lobo has his back to the victim) and runs towards a corner and runs up the ring ropes with the facelock still applied. El Lobo kicks off the top rope and backflips over the victim and drives them down onto the back of their head. Identical to Naomichi Marufuji's Shiranui/Spanky's Sliced Bread #2. Secondary Finisher Name: Los Lobo Stunner Description of Secondary Finisher: A brainbuster DDT. El Lobo puts the victim in a front face lock. El Lobo hooks the victim's tights and lifts the victim up in the air. As El Lobo lifts the victim up, he jumps and falls backwards, driving the victim's head into the mat. Trademark Moves: Frankensteiner (super and normal), Springboard DDT, frog splash, shooting star press, Swinging DDT Wrestling style: El Lobo's arsenal of moves is a mixture of technical manuevers and high-flying daredevil antics. List of common moves dropkick flying dropkick springboard dropkick springboard legdrop schoolboy cradle flying cross body press senton Asai moonsault standing moonsault flying spinning leg lariat flying headscissors armdrag takedown spinning leg lariat small package surfboard sunset flip running powerbomb top con hilo Super DDT You get the idea... Title History: None Other Info: El Lobo goes against the stereotype of the cheesy, children's hero luchador. He isn't in it for the fame or the fortune. He's still the young punk he was before he became a wrestler, and now that he's been taught in the ways of wrestling, he just wants to inflict pain and prove that he's the best. He doesn't make friends easily, and he prefers it that way. How did you hear about the FIW? From a player already on here who I met through another board Show preference: Either. Sample roleplay: A thick cloud of smoke fills the frame as we fade from black to a dimly lit parking lot, apparently located in the rear of a large stadium. As the camera pans to the right, we see a medium-sized man with large muscles wearing jeans, a blank black t-shirt and – mostly oddly – a black luchador mask with silver linings. A cigarette is stuck between his lips, and the cherry turns bright orange as he takes a deep drag. Cracking his parched lips, he let outs another billow of smoke as he reaches down and slings a packed duffel bag across his left shoulder. In his right hand he holds a suitcase, covered in stickers – one of the Japanese flag, another of a crest bearing the Mexican flag’s colors, and yet another of a wolf’s head, apparently stuck in the pose of yelping to the moon. The masked man lets out a grunt as his boots tread the pavement, moving toward the bed of a pick-up truck. Just as he sets the duffel bag down, a shadowy figure appears in the doorway leading from the lot to the arena. “Off already, Lobo?” the man asks in a thick Spanish accent. “Si,” the man murmurs, not bothering to remove his cigarette from its perch. He doesn’t bother to look toward the other man as he nonchalantly swings his suitcase into the truck bed. “How was I tonight?” He asks with a touch of sincere curiosity. “You did all right, Lobo,” the man answers, stepping into the little illumination provided by the solitary street lamp gracing the area. He’s a stout man, somewhat short and built low to the ground. His black hair is thinning, a large bald spot prominent, despite a valiant effort to cover it up with a comb-over. “Damned if I would ever be brave enough to pull off those suicidal moves you do, but they sure amuse the kids.” He smiles softly, twitching a little mustache under a bulbous nose. El Lobo Loco sneers. “You’re too fat to pull those moves off, anyway,” he says flatly, eyes down the ground as he props down on the truck bed, swinging his legs and taking another puff of his cancer stick. “That’s why you pay me the big bucks, no? Fork over the paycheck, Ernesto. I’m leaving for El Norte.” Ernesto doesn’t seem bothered by the insult; in fact, he keeps up his smile, as if used to the snapping comments. “You think the gringos will take to your smart-ass comments, Lobo? They say for them it is only about charisma, about the power to win over an audience. It is not enough to do pretty moonsaults or flashy jumps off the turnbuckle. You have to show respect to get it…” Lobo grumbles, annoyed. He folds his arms, crossing them over chest muscles tight from being slung around a mat. He ached and needed rest, but he had a long journey ahead of him yet. To move on to new grounds and earn new accolades… “You know, even though you’ve treated me like crap,” Ernesto says with a soft laugh, “I will miss you, Lobo. Not because of the seats you fill, but because you a fighter and a survivor. I don’t mean the scars on your body, either. I heard the rumors about your past, about where you come from. I respect you who are…” Before Ernesto can continue, Lobo jumps forward like a pouncing panther. Flicking his cigarette, it expertly lands on the fat man’s cheek, burning him not far from his left eye. As he recoils in pain, Lobo delivers a hard punch to one of Ernesto’s soggy cheeks, sending him to the concrete floor. “You don’t know the first thing about me, gordo,” Lobo scoffs, shaking his head. His muscles tense and his voice gruff and harder than before. “I am leaving this hole-in-the-wall for good, and you know what? I’ll be happy if I never see your ugly face or any of the other no-talent jokers I had to share a ring with while I was working for this worthless promotion. So hand me my cash so I can hit the road.” Raising another first, Lobo lets out a menacing growl. Ernesto, cradling the side of his head with one hand, quickly reaches into his pocket and quickly pulls out a wad of colorful Mexican bills. He meekly offers it up, and Lobo snatches it like a rat seizing cheese. Tucking his salary into one of his pockets, Lobo gives a sarcastic salute as he turns on his heels and heads to the cab of his truck. Opening the door, he turns back to Ernesto, still lying there. “Adios, amigo,” he says with a smirk. “Make sure you get that looked at, you hear?” Letting out a laugh, a loud narcocorrido starts pumping on the radio as the truck’s engine starts and it pulls away, headed down the road, moving northward… |
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| Wigumoto | Jan 11 2005, 04:17 PM Post #10 |
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| Evil Eyes | Jan 11 2005, 08:09 PM Post #11 |
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About You Your Name: Lee Invision Account Name: Evil Eyes Contact Address: lee_lvz_placebo210@hotmail.co.uk Your Character Name: Torrence Coleman (Writing Torqria got annoying) Real Name: Torrence Coleman Height: 5'6" Weight: 129 lbs Hometown: Toronto, Canada Alignment: Heel Gimmick: Pure heel. She only thinks of herself as a wrestler and nothing more, because she's not here to put on a bikini and go onto a beach, No. She's here to wrestle anyone who gets in her way on the FIW roster. Character Rep: [Pic] Physical appearance: Long blonde hair with tints of red at the back and dim blue eyes. She has a rather muscular figure and recently got a tattoo of a pink heart covered in black looking vines on her back. Wrestling attire: Usually something like a pair of pants, tank top, fingerless gloves and elbow pads. She does wear various attires in the ring. Entrance attire: N/A Casual/Backstage attire: Jeans, FIW T-shirt and heels. Entrance music: When I Am Queen - Jack Off Jill Entrance: The running projecter sound of "When I Am Queen" hits the arena as the song kicks into action, Torrence comes out from behind and looks around the arena. The fans give her heat as she walks down the ramp, looking side to side and giving the fans dirty looks. She then walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring. She steps in the middle of the ring looking around with her arms on her hips as she waits for her opponent. Primary Finisher: Feather Snap Primary Finisher Description: Spike DDT Secondary finisher: Dream Snatcher Secondary Finisher Description: Black Widow Trademark moves Wingless Angel: Torrence gets on the turnbuckle while the opponent looks the other way. She then jumps off and delivers bulldog. Mortal Sphere: Basically a Stratusphere but Torrence moves backwards pushing them off the turnbuckle landing them into a standing hurracanrana. Wrestling style: Cruiserweight. Moves Diving Cross Body Chops Snap Suplex With Bridge Hurracanrana Headscissor Takedown Bulldog Standing Frankensteiner into Leglock Turnbuckle Smash Mat Slam Russian Leg Sweep Jump Over Neckbreaker Diving Moonsault Drop Toe Hold Swinging Neckbreaker Springboard Clothesline Dropkick Missile Dropkick Standing Monkey Flip Title history: N/A Other Important Information: Torrence plans to take FIW by storm and become the most feared female wrestler FIW has ever seen. Show Preference: Either. |
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| Digitalwheelin | Jan 11 2005, 10:13 PM Post #12 |
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About You Your name: Nathan Invision Account Name: Samael Contact address: Samael1203@hotmail.com About Your Character Name: Samael Real Name (if different): Nathaniel Jacobs Height: 6’7” Weight: 305 lbs. Hometown: El Paso, Texas Alignment: Heel Gimmick: Samael is still cocky sometimes the way he used to be before he was forced out due to injury. The only difference between then and now is that the damage to the head that he got from the concussion combined with the further injury in his last match causes Samael to have psychotic episodes. They can be triggered by almost anything, the main thing being the thought of causing harm to people who stand in the way of the goal he has had since day one, which is getting to the top of the federation. Physical Appearance: Samael is more muscular than he was before. His physique is similar to Tyson Tomko but with a little bit more muscle mass. He has his logo tattooed on his left arm and he also has long black hair that usually covers his face a little. Wrestling Attire: Upper body – Black tank top with a sliver Samael logo, black elbow pads, wrist tape and finger less gloves. Lower Body – Black pants with “Death” written on the left leg in silver lettering and “Angel” written on the right leg in silver lettering as well. He also has black boots with thin silver trim on the bottom edges and silver laces. Casual Attire: Dark gray short sleeve shirt (like the one in the pic) and black jeans and shoes. Entrance Attire (optional): Black Trench Coat Entrance Music: Iced Earth – Damien Entrance: The lights dim and turn blue as the bass line to Damien by Iced Earth hits on the speakers. At the sound of the music, the fans instantly erupt in a chorus of boos directed at the man who is about to enter through the curtain. As the main part of the song kicks in, Samael makes his way out from behind the curtain as short bursts of blue pyro erupt from either side of the entrance. His hair partially covers his face but a cocky looking grin can be seen on his face. As he makes his way closer to the ring, the cocky grin transforms to a psychotic, evil looking one. He gets to the ring and goes up the ring steps and onto the center of the apron. He turns toward the fans as he raises his arms in the air to a barrage of jeers. He steps between the middle and top ropes into the ring and moves to the corner of the ring and awaits the start of the match as the music fades out and the lights go back to normal. Finisher Name: Death Angel Description of Finisher: Gutwrench to Over Shoulder Powerbomb (Kevin Nash’s powerbomb) Secondary Finisher Name: Darkness Rises Description of Secondary Finisher: Inverted DDT w/Leg Sweep Trademark Moves: Unholy Trinity – Military Press/Spinebuster Abdominal Stretch w/Inverted Face Lock Font Face Lock Choke Hold Inverted Face Lock to Elbow Drop Double Underhook Backbreaker Wrestling style: Samael is a Technical Wrestler/Brawler. Samael uses a mat-based style most of the time and it is almost like a mix between the styles used by Chris Benoit and Rhyno. Sometimes he will pull off moves from the top rope but only when it is absolutely necessary to win a match. Here is a list of moves he would usually pull off during a match. Stiff right hands Chinlock Hanging Vertical Suplex Scoop Slam DDT Sleeper Hold German Suplex Superplex Diving elbow drop Flying head butt Drop Toe Hold Flying Lariat Short Arm Clothesline Reverse Neckbreaker Double Arm DDT Samoan Drop Lariat Yakuza Kick Stomps to Chest Choke Face-First on middle rope Chops Crossface Chickenwing Powerslam Pumphandle Slam Military Press Slam Tiger Suplex Shoulder to gut in corner Flap Jack Sidewalk Slam Clothesline in corner Piledriver T-Bone Suplex Dragon Suplex Title History: WrestleDome World Champion (1) WrestleDome Hardcore champion (1) FIW Television (1) FIW Openweight (1) Other Info: Here is a link to a pic that I am going to use for Samael. How did you hear about the FIW? I’ve been here before. Show preference: TNT Sample roleplay: This is a roleplay I made in response to one made by Chris Stevens for a fatal four-way match for the FSC. The scene fades back in with a shot of the TNT announcers, Thomas Moore and Jonathan Hitchen sitting at their commentators table and looking into the camera prepared to speak. JH: And welcome back ladies and gentlemen. We are here prepared for another great showing of TNT tonight__ Just then the camera feed cuts off and now the scene shows a blue TNT backdrop with a monitor hanging from the ceiling. After a moment Samael steps in front of the backdrop staring straight into the camera. The cocky demeanor we last saw him with still remains, cocky smirk and all. He continues to stare at the camera for a second or two before speaking. Samael: You say I have no honor and no pride? You don’t think I’m FSC material? You say that I don’t deserve the Fighting Spirit Championship but you’ve got it all wrong Stevens, because you see when I made it to the semi-finals of the Fighting Spirit Championship tournament I proved exactly that! I proved that I was better than each and every person that I fought to get to that spot to face Max Corona and get to the finals! Just as you said Max is only good at one thing and that is cheating and that is exactly what he did to get the shot against Carlos Kane! That spot should have been mine but since Max believes that he’s got some pardon to the rules just because of his relationship with Madison Lee he decided to cheat his way out of it and take that shot from me! It’s safe to say that Samael is a bit angry now because his face contorted with anger as he continues to speak. Samael: Everything you said about Max Corona is true; he is nothing. I’ve said this before; he is nothing but a former shell of the man he used to be! He is nothing compared to what he used to be as Darkness Dragon and Neo Dragon! He used to be one of the greats but since then he has plunged to a level far below what he used to be and I will prove just that to him and everybody else tonight just as I intended to before! I will prove, as you said, that Max Corona is nothing but a disgrace! That belt will be mine by the end of the night, neither you nor Savage will take it and Max sure as hell will not retain it! Samael pauses, still staring directly into the camera, the anger still showing in his face. After a moment he continues to speak. Samael: You may have beaten me before in the match for your Tag Team titles but that was only due to the fact that I had Dez as my partner! Your victory over the two of us was his fault! That loss lies in his hands; it is on his shoulders not mine! I will prove I am better than all three of you in that ring tonight! Max Corona stands no chance at retaining that belt as long as I am still standing in that ring tonight; I guarantee that he will not be walking out with it! Samael’s tone of voice in that last statement showed the same determination that he showed in his earlier appearance. The anger fades away from his face as he continues to speak. Samael: As for you, I’ve said before that I have respect for both you and Savage just as I do for only one other person that I have fought in my career here in FIW. As I said before, you two have gone through some of the best teams in FIW earning those Tag Team titles and retaining them no matter who stepped up to you much in the same way that I retained my Openweight Title until the day that that piece of crap Dez took it from me. Don’t let my respect for you inflate your egos too much, because regardless of the fact that I have respect for you, I will still come at you both with full force, I will still go into that match to take you down, to beat you the way I should have in that tag team match! Tonight I will succeed where I failed before! I will take you both out of this match and I will become the Fighting Spirit Champion! You talk about Max and myself being Purified, but I say the only thing that will be purified is the top ranks of TNT once Max Corona is dethroned as Fighting Spirit Champion. I will do whatever it takes to take Max out of that spot, even teaming with you two in the ring in order to do it! You claim that you and Savage stand for what the Fighting Spirit Championship is about. Well unfortunately neither of you will be able to prove it because I will not lose that title from my grasp once again. Samael turns and is about to walk out of the shot but instead he turns his head back into the camera and speaks one last time. Samael: Max, in the match tonight, your ego will be your downfall. The fact that you cannot get anything down by yourself in the ring anymore will be the contributing factor to the end of your reign as Fighting Spirit Champion…and tonight all three of you will fall victim to the Death Angel as it takes you away to the barren land where Darkness Rises! And Savage, your partner’s final words earlier seemed to me to be loaded words. “I guess we’ll find out who REALLY is the Purist of the group” and “May the best Purist win”. Take a lesson from me Savage; I wouldn’t trust your partner in anyway. You see he may have tagged with you for a very long time, but this time there is another top title involved in the picture. Dez turned against me in a tag team match prior to the one when we faced you two, most likely because he wanted the Openweight Title for himself so what makes you think Stevens won’t turn on you just to gain the Fighting Spirit Championship? I’d watch my back if I were you. 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| Lita Maivia | Jan 11 2005, 10:38 PM Post #13 |
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| Ash | Jan 12 2005, 12:25 AM Post #14 |
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About You Name - Ash Board Name - Ash Contact Address - koopa100@hotmail.com MSN Messenger Name - Just use my email? About Your Character In Ring Name - Phoenix Real Name - Ash Koopa Height - 6'5" Weight - 251 Hometown - Reading, England Alignment - Heel Gimmick - Arrogant, egotistical bastard. Character Rep: ![]() Physical appearance: - Short, spiked purple hair - Thin stubble - Built like Christian - Tattoo of a Phoenix with wings spread across his shoulders Wrestling attire: - Black boots (mid-shin length) - Black knee pads with purple lining - Black fingerless gloves - Black elbow pads - Purple tight shorts (Stevie Richards' length) Casual/Backstage attire: - Black shoes - Purple trousers - Black sleeveless button-up shirt - Purple neck tie Entrance music: "The Phoenix" by The Cult Entrance: The PA system kicks into life with "Phoenix", as the lights begin flashing purple in tune with the song. Phoenix emerges from behind the curtain and appears at the top of the ramp, looking out at the booing crowd, then heads down the ramp, yelling at random members of the crowd and begins slapping his chest in arrogance. Phoenix slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles to his right, then throws his arms up and continues yelling at the fans. After a few seconds, Phoenix jumps back down and begins stretching against the ropes. Primary Finisher - Phoenix Driver Primary Finisher Description - Cradle Piledriver Secondary finisher - Phoenix Driver MK-II Secondary Finisher Description - Cradle Tombstone Piledriver Trademark moves: Flight Of The Phoenix (Boss Man Slam) FireBomb (Wheelbarrow suplex switched into a Rock Bottom/Book End) Neckbuster (Vertical brainbuster suplex across knee) Phoenix Plex (Wheelbarrow suplex) Other moves: Knee Lift (running/standing) Sit-out Neckbreaker Vertical Suplex Body Slam Jaw Breaker Face Breaker (drops to mat with knees up, pulling opponent's face down onto knees - ala Sharkboy) Fisherman Suplex Powerbomb Phoenix Clutch (Cobra Clutch) Bulldog Belly-to-back Suplex Knee Drop Neckbreaker (drops to mat with knees up, pulling back of opponent's head/neck down onto knees) One Hand Choke Knee Drop (Flair style) Flip Over Neck Whip Avalanching Clothesline (in corner) Top Rope Superplex Knee Face Driver (P on middle rope, pushes opponent face-first to mat with knee in back of opponents head) Hard Clothesline Neckbreaker Drop/Bulldog Lariat Back Body Drop Wrestling style: Phoenix's style is usually very basic, using the basic moves to do the damage quickly and effectively. His style centres around his knees and Phoenix will, more often than not, work on a person's neck. He sees it as a weak point on a person and will do as much damage to it as possible during the match, resulting in more damage caused by the Phoenix Driver. Title history: rWa - 1 x British Champion. EWF - 4 x Hardcore Champion, 3 x British Champion, 1 x Intercontinental Champion, 1 x Tag Team Champion. TWF - 5 x 24/7 Champion, 1 European Champion, 1 Tag Team Champion. NWW - 2 x Hardcore Champion, 1 x British Champion, 1 x Tag Team Champion, 1 x World X-Treme Champion, 1 x World Heavyweight Champion. NWA-TNA - 1 x Internet Champion Other Important Information: Hailing from The British Isles, Phoenix stands out like a sore thumb. However, it isn't his strong British accent that makes his different; nor is it his sense of humour that gets him noticed by the fans. It is his rather disturbing obsession with the colour purple that will make Phoenix stand out from a crowd. Sauntering around backstage at the arena with a smug grin on his face, topped by his purple locks really makes him stand out. But if that doesn't get him noticed, then it is gauranteed to be his purple suits and purple wrestling gear that gets the attention. Whilst not actively seeking attention, Phoenix likes to different so that the fans will pay attention to his abilities, rather than classing him as another generic FIW talent. Although still relatively new to the American wrestling independants, Phoenix is far from being the proverbial rookie. Phoenix has been wrestling professionally for just shy of ten years, and during that time, he has competed for and run various companies in his homeland of England. Making his debut in his good friend Maxx Anderson's Reading Wrestling Alliance, Phoenix become the top superstar in the company, and when injury struck, the fans left and the company closed. Returning to action after the knee injury, Phoenix joined with the Electronic Wrestling Federation that toured England and within two months, actively took control of the company, leading it to great success. After the company ran its course, Phoenix was forced to come up with something new to keep himself busy. After a failed attempt at resurrecting the RWA, Phoenix hit the bullseye when he opened New World Wrestling Association. Two years down the line, after dropping the Association, NWW is still going strong. However, due to mental instability, Phoenix was relieved of his duties and replaced by his good friend Maxx Anderson. The mental instabilities were caused by the high pressure of long-term management that Phoenix hoped he could cope with. During the two years, Phoenix suffered many personality changes, such as becoming a religious zealot in the name of Satan, becoming the right hand of God, being a stand-up comedian, a gothic loner and even a manic depressive. All of these personalities affected his level of success, along with his ever changing weight issue, that was influenced by his current personality. At one point during an enjoyable period of success, Phoenix blew up to nearly three hundred pounds; and whilst being a manic depressive, Phoenix dropped to an unnerving two hundred and twenty pounds. All of these factors have contributed to his leaving of NWW, moving to America and signing with TNA. Following a massive arguement with TNA management, Phoenix hit the road and found himself at the front office of FIW, asking for a job. Even though being a twenty-four time champion in various divisions, Phoenix hopes to acheive a new level of success in a company he has no control over. Even though Phoenix is 5,000 miles away from England, his personal problems are still bugging him from across the pond. Whilst he may appear smug, cocky and ego-maniacal most of the time, Phoenix can be prone to panic attacks, especially when his back is against the wall in a situation. During times like these, Phoenix will become paranoid, frightened and unnecessarily violent towards those he fears. His inconsistant mood swings produce unexpected threats to anyone who dare challenge him. Be warned - Regardless of how many times you beat him down; the Phoenix will rise again! Show Preference: Slam (its easier for my schedule) Sample Roleplay: (this was my first roleplay after winning the TNA Internet Championship) Returning from a commercial break, the camera opens backstage in an empty locker room. At the back of the locker room is a clothes rack, where a purple dinner jacket is hanging on a coat hook. To the left of the rack is a life-size cardboard cut-out of Phoenix with the Internet Trophy at his feet. Suddenly, we hear the sounds of a toilet flushing and the camera pans left toward the 'bathroom' as Phoenix emerges, drying his hands with a paper towel. He looks to the camera and smiles, then screws up the paper towel and throws it into a waste paper basket inside of the clothes rack. "I don't know how you Americans can eat that Mexican stuff.. your guts must be lined with lead or something.." He shakes his head and begins to unbutton his black shirt as he takes a seat on the wooden bench. Phoenix then looks to his right and carefully eyes the large cardboard cut-out of himself. He chuckles and looks back to the camera. "You may be wondering about that and I can explain! Its become apparent to me that I am not the most popular wrestler with the boys in the back and that several of them are gunning for my and my championship trophy. Well, the matter of the fact is, I'm not Superman! I will admit to the fact that I cannot fight off a large number of men at once and that I will slowly be broken down. I am, after all, only human. So with that said, I have taken pictures of myself with my accolades as a momento of my success. But then, I felt that mere photographs were clichéd, so I wanted something bigger and better. And remembering that Van Gogh is dead, I opted for this life-size cardboard cut-out of myself and the trophy." Phoenix smiles and looks at the model of himself admiringly. "Plus, if I leave it at just the right angle to the door, it stops people coming in because they think I'm in here! I tell you.. Scott Hudson is a moron!" He chuckles to himself some more, then turns his full attention back to the camera and smiles. After one final look at the cut-out, Phoenix focuses on the camera and begins to speak once again. "Now, it appears that I am in a tag team this coming Wednesday. And its a tag team match that I don't necessarily want to compete in. I could've made my first televised title defence against a deserving competitor, but instead, I get thrown into something with a pair of numbskulls who are a park short of a picnic!" Phoenix chuckles again. "I wouldn't normally do this, but instead of talking down to my opponents first, I need to let my tag team partner in on a little something. Apophis; I did a little research on your name, thinking that this whole Egyptian God fad was important to TNA. Using my neat little computer that Jessica supplied me with, I Googled your name and was disappointed with what I found. A webpage dedicated to ugly cats and pictures of a black man from the Stargate television series. So unless there's something that my computer isn't telling me, DO NOT lay your Egyption God crap on me! I only pay my respects to one God.." Phoenix rises to his feet with an angry expression on his face and scowls at the camera. After a little more of the angry-face, he speaks with a slightly-demented tone in his voice. "THE FIRE GOD!" Phoenix then raises both of his clenched fists toward his chest, then pokes himself with both of his thumbs. "ME!" He lowers his fists, then sits back down on the bench and smiles again. Phoenix quickly cracks his neck, then begins speaking. "Thats right, I'm The Fire God. So Apophis, you can rant on about being the God of ugly cats and TV shows if you want, but I'm going to do something worthwhile and thats win our tag match! You tell me to listen to what you say? I've listened to every single, God-damned word you've spoken and quiet frankly, I'm sickened. More crap comes out of your mouth than the Florida sewage works! So please, Apophis, shut your damn mouth and go back to your tomb, lock the door and don't disturb anyone ever again!" Phoenix looks slightly aggitated, but instead of taking a breath to clam himself down, he continues to address his partner. "But if you're stupid enough to not do that, then it means you'll be at Sound Stage 21 this Wednesday for a tag match. Now, I may dislike you, but I'm not going to go looking for a fight and cost us the match by fighting amongst ourselves. So I am willing to be the better man and work this match properly, tagging respectively to one another and doing a number on our opponents. If we come out of that match with even more issues, than Apophis, I am willing to go to Maximillion and request a non-title match between ourselves for next week. Its the best thing.. we have problems and name-calling isn't going to resolve them!" Phoenix finally takes the deep breath and calms himself down. He reaches over to a sports bag and pulls out a bottle of water, taking a quick swig, then continues with the promo. "Onto the opponents. Firstly, Black Viper. I don't know where you got off, but I think it was a few stops too early mate. I don't know anything about you, which makes you the proverbial wild card. I know all about your partner, but nothing about you. So do you know what means? You're going to get extra special attention from The Almighty Purple Tyrant, which means you'll never be the same again. Want to talk about choosing paths? How about we talk about whether you want a right fist or a right boot?" Again, Phoenix chuckles and takes a swig of water. This promo business is thirsty work, ya know? "And you want me to call you the Internet Champion because you got knocked out of the tournament by TA Bomb? Because Tony and I were lucky enough not to have faced you for the Gold? How about I call you an over-hyped jack-arse who lives in the past? TA Bomb took YOU out Viper, meaning the only you can claim to be is someone who lost to TA Bomb. So don't live in the past. The past no longer matters; the future is what matters. And in the future, I have to team with Apophis against you and Anubis! So concentrate on that!" Phoenix shakes his head in dispair and sighs, wondering how he is going to cope this Wednesday with an oddball for a partner and nuts for opponents. Suddenly, a grin cracks on his face and he looks up at the camera. "Speaking of the tag match and the past, I have a question. Anubis, how many times have I beaten you now? Twice. That means two times, Anubis. What makes you think that you can try and draw level with me by getting yourself a tag team partner? As much as I can say I don't like him already, Apophis is my perfect partner. He took you out last week, meaning that you can't beat either of us, Anubis. The amount of breath I have wasted on you is incredible; you're barely worth a sentence boy, so I'm done with you." Phoenix chuckles again, then gets to his feet holding his stomach and looking pained. "Ugh.. now if you don't mind.. I have to call this a wrap because those damn Mexicans have ruined my insides.. I bid thee farewell!" Phoenix then bolts back into the bathroom and slams the door. Before things get a little too visual, the scene fades and goes back to a commercial or something a little more interesting.. an INFOMERCIAL! :: END :: |
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| Wigumoto | Jan 12 2005, 12:35 AM Post #15 |
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Just checking...
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| Ash | Jan 12 2005, 12:52 AM Post #16 |
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Yeah, thats why its easier for me.. I don't gotta write 'n I don't gotta RP on that day for Slam, so it gives me time to concentrate on SiN. I can finish up on Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest and come back on Friday ^.^ I would've gone to TNT because it would've been better for my storyline I wish to propose, but I can work it on Slam if Will is up for it.. and if I'm allowed But the roleplay schedule would've been Hell, because whilst others are RPing for it, I'm buggered writing matches.What day is Rising anyway, Saturday? |
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| Lita Maivia | Jan 12 2005, 01:00 AM Post #17 |
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| Ash | Jan 12 2005, 01:21 AM Post #18 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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Thats good enough for me ^.^ |
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| TheNext | Jan 12 2005, 03:25 AM Post #19 |
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I like this alot, some great competition here in FIW. |
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| Ash | Jan 12 2005, 03:18 PM Post #20 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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My dear Trent, it only gets great once we get roleplaying And with that said.. when is Rising set to kick off? |
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| TheNext | Jan 12 2005, 03:42 PM Post #21 |
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Evil Eyes Huh? Where I come from thats like flirting. Since I was an asshole when I first started, I guess I'll go to your show. At least I have a friend there *wink wink* Nothing like sleeping with the bosses daughter to get to the top. Agh damn this isn't WWE things don't work that way here. I'm kidding anyway, well half serious. I know my sample roleplay isn't all that great, However I was very busy that week. I just got accepted into the NYPD classes, so whenever I'm not in class or working I'm going to try my best to be here. |
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| Samoan | Jan 12 2005, 03:44 PM Post #22 |
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Uh, yeah, what Lita was saying was that the person registered as Evil Eyes needs to pick a show preference. Not that she was making evil eyes at you. |
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| TheNext | Jan 12 2005, 03:55 PM Post #23 |
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Well now I am as red as a tomato from embarrassment. I also feel about 2" now too. Damn misinterpretations, damn the all the way down to hell. Glad you pointed it out though. |
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| Ash | Jan 12 2005, 04:25 PM Post #24 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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oh Trent Why isn't there an animated emoticon
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| Evil Eyes | Jan 12 2005, 04:43 PM Post #25 |
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But the roleplay schedule would've been Hell, because whilst others are RPing for it, I'm buggered writing matches.
oh Trent

7:32 PM Jul 11