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| Stephen Lenton | Oct 11 2011, 12:57 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Wrestler's Name: Stephen Lenton Wrestler's Nickname: "Mr. Entertainment" "The X-Factor" "The Brown-Skinned Assassin" How did you find us: >:l If you don't know who I am then I'm gonna eat your kids...with hot sauce. Height: 6'4" Weight: 240lbs. Hometown: Newport News, Virginia Billed From: Hampton Roads, Virginia Appearance: - Hair color/length: Short; Buzzcut. - Eye color: Dark Brown - Facial Hair: It comes and goes when Lenton feels like it. He's usually shaven, but occasionally wears a goatee. Which ever suits his mood. - Ring Attire: Lenton wears short black tights with a white "X" across the front. On the back of his trunks reads "LENTON" in big bold black letters with a white stroke effect. Along the sides are three small X's going down in white. Heading down to his legs, Lenton wears black knee-pads. Down along his feet he wears long black boots with white laces. Near his upper body, he wears two black elbow pads and black wrist tape on both wrists. - Backstage Attire: He's usually wearing anything that's comfortable. His favorite attire however is usually a fitting black T-shirt with an Adidas fleece jacket. Down near his lower half he wears fitting denim pants and a pair of black Adidas. Basically anything Adidas, he'll wear it. - Physical Features: Lenton's body structure is well-built. His body is very toned and muscular. - Tattoos: On Lenton's right bicep is a picture of a Brahma Bull. On the left side of his body is a Samoan tribal band that runs all the way towards his left pectoral. - Other features: N/A Gimmick: A born champion. Lenton's main goal is to make it to the top of the company. Stephen's a very ambitious person, and has a "never say never" attitude. Towards people who respect him he gives the respect back. To those people who believe there larger than life, Lenton can layeth down the ass-kicking that's awaiting those blowhards. Lenton being a football player, isn't afraid to exchange words with anyone. In fact, Lenton's got a VERY sharp tongue, and isn't afraid to use it. >>Insert Pipe Bomb reference here.<< ![]() Strength/Weakness: Stephen's strength is his versatile ability. He's fast and strong, and has that extra drive to push himself more due to his athletic background. His weakness is his stubbornness. He can never give up on something, and that leads to him injuring himself beyond belief. His pride is his biggest weakness. Alignment: Face. Trained By: When he was a professional football player there were two coaches who trained him, Coach Richard Nelson of Bethel High School, Coach Frank Beamer of Virginia Tech. When it came to wrestling, Lenton was trained by Pro Wrestling Mid-Atlantic. Character Rep: The Rock. Yes. I went There. Sample Pic of Wrestler: ![]() Brief History: Bright Future Left Asunder. Stephen Lenton was considered one of the top Linebacker prospects in Virginia. He was the centerpiece of the Bethel Bruin's defense. He had speed, he hat tackling power, and he had a incredible athleticism. It didn't take long until Stephen committed to a school, he did, committing himself to Virginia Tech, wanting to stay in his hometown. Stephen was a very modest person off the field, but when he got in the game...it was an entire different person. His mentality when playing was "Kill or be killed." Stephen was a very dominating football player. Sports analysts said that Stephen Lenton could possibly go in the first round of the 2005 Supplemental Draft. But...those dreams had crashed and burned soon after. Stephen was involved in a scandal. The entire story was that Stephen had received improper benefits from the scouts. The rumor was that he would receive over $20,000 if he signed with Virginia Tech. Stephen didn't know anything about that. He didn't get any money, nor did he have anyone give him any gifts. He tried his hardest to stay away from it. But somehow, some way, the rumor began to blow up, and Lenton's reputation was destroyed. Lenton's football career was over, having been suspended his Senior year of college football. Lenton's stock dropped, though he made it to the Supplemental Draft after the college football season was nearly over with. Lenton tried out for the Buffalo Bills, but they cut him soon after. Lenton was out of work. He tried his hardest to find some way to work. He did have graduate Virginia Tech with a degree in psychology...but people overlooked that on his resume. Lenton was out of work and out of shape. Lenton's future wasn't looking very bright... Picking The Pieces Up. Lenton was a closet wrestling smark. He loved professional wrestling when he was in middle school. WCW and WWF were always on for him to watch after he finished his homework. Stephen was a fan until this day. Why mention it? It's the typical story right? But the truth is that Lenton didn't have any other options. Wrestling was something he liked, he watched it all the time, and he had the will power. Though his body was a little out of shape Stephen took up the gauntlet. He searched for a decent school near him, but most of the schools' websites were either taken down or out of date. So he found a school in North Carolina. Now from Hampton, Virginia North Carolina was about a three hour drive. Lenton made the commitment and called the school. He'd get up early in the morning to go to the academy each and every day. His body was back in shape, and Lenton felt...like...he BELONG. He felt as if he had gotten back his life. He hadn't felt this way since he graduated. This was the start of a wonderful road to redemption. Stephen Lenton wasn't doing any of this out of spite. It wasn't the typical story about a wrestling fan turned wrestler. Stephen wanted his life back. He wanted the life that was taken from him with a snap of the finger. And he was going to take it back with everything he had. He would train, and train, and train until he couldn't anymore. Stephen Lenton was prepared to get everything back by any means necessary. Fresh New Start. MWE After his trainer Lenton was twenty-seven years old. He was doing good for himself wrestling in a small promotion in Virginia. He was building his career from the ground up at a very smooth pace. But then Lenton ran into the wonderful world of POLITICKING! And most wrestlers know how that ends. Lenton worked hard, and he wanted to get paid for his hard-work. The promoter was very sketchy...and didn't seem to like him very much. Though Stephen couldn't understand what his personal beef was with him. Maybe it was the fact that he was a former NFL prospect. Maybe the promoter thought Lenton had an ego (Which was false). But no matter what it was, being treated like he was the scum of the Earth made him angry. Lenton left with his dignity and searched for another company to work for. Though, for a year he couldn't find anyone around Virginia. Stephen roamed the internet, looking for somewhere to go. Google's search engine was amazing, so he heard, nothing came up that he liked. That was until he clicked on a link to M.W.E. the place had gone through a few rough patches the last launch Lenton read. And they were looking to make a return. They wanted new face, a fresh start. Lenton could cope with something like that. So with a click of the mouse and a few keyboard types later, he had made contact with the company, saying "I want in." Lenton would come about to M.W.E. looking to make an impact and solidify himself as the most entertaining athlete in professional wrestling history. Title History: N/A Entrance Music: "Take the Hard Bulls Over (Bliix Metal Mashup Remix)" by Rihanna ft. Jay-Z and Rage Against the Machine Entrance description: The sounds of cheers are heard around the arena. The wait in anticipation, almost in eager for him to come out. The lights flash a royal blue and suddenly "Take the Hard Bulls Over (Bliix Metal Mashup Remix)" by Rihanna ft. Jay-Z and Rage Against the Machine blares. Lenton busts through the curtains. The fans bust into a defying scream of cheers. Lenton is talking to the crowd jumping up and down on the stage, walking from one end to the next. The camera zooms in on his face, "Listen to that!" Lenton exclaims with a smirk. He walks up the ramp with a slight strut, looking out at the crowd. He stops short and looks around for a moment. He takes it all in, listening to the fans cheer for him. Some of the fans hand touch him. Stephen slaps the hands and continues to make his way up the ramp with his eyes glued on the arena again. Once he makes it to the apron, he looks looks at the ring and then climbs up on it quickly and stands up on the turnbuckle. As the song goes into a small guitar slowly with the voices harmonizing. The lights turn into a spotlight. The fans continue to cheer as the song begins to break down. Lenton forms a smirk on his face and lifts his arm in the air with enthusiasm. He wipes his mouth and leaps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the ring, circling it. He decides to hit the turnbuckle again standing on it lifting his right arm in the air the same way he did. He takes in the cheers, looking around slowly. Stephen leaps down and stands in his corner, getting ready to fight. Finishers: (Two Finishers max) 3:00 - The Pounce Ut Prosim - Cosmic Disaster 15 Most used moves: 1] Kicks: -Dropkick -Bicycle Kick -Gamengiri -Enzugiri 2] Punches/Strikes: -European Uppercuts -Knife Edge Chop -Stiff Right Hands -Rolling Kesagiri Chop 3] Free-fall into Samoan Drop 4] Blue Thunder Bomb 5] Vertical Suplex 6] German Suplex 7] Spear 8] Single Leg Boston Crab 9] Spinebuster (Arn Anderson-esque) 10] Scoop Powerslam 11] Death Valley Driver 12] Diving Elbow (Macho Man-esque} 13] Rolling Lariat 14] Revolution Style Schwein 15] Exploder Suplex into a turnbuckle 16] Flash Elbow 17] Death By Lariat 18] Hokie Suplex 19] The Game Changer 20] Blitzkerg Sample RP: (A Sainto RP! I hope this is enough. =O) Poor Tweeder, he's all worked up because he lost his match against Sinc Mercer. What Tweeder, do you want me to cry a few tears for you? Do you want me to soothe your pain...is that it? You need to realize Tweeder that tonight...no one is going to care if you cry or if you throw a tantrum like a small child. No one is going to look your way when you break down like you did at Act of Defiance because to be honest...it's PATHETIC! You had two tries at becoming a champion, FINALLY Tweeder would take his throne as World Heavyweight Champion and all would be right in the world. However you forgot that Sinc was a better wrestler than you. He proved it when he pinned you. And you can stomp, and yell, and throw around excuses, but the truth remains Tweeder is that you didn't cut it. You didn't have the drive to win the championship. See, what you forgot Tweeder is that there's a difference between us. See I'm a champion, something it appears you will never be in your life. You want to talk about fear? FEAR?! I don't need to scare people. People respect me because of my in-ring abilities. Fear has nothing to do with it. You're full of yourself, you HONESTLY...in your little world believe you have a snowball's chance in Hell at Chaos? Look me in the eye and tell me that Tweeder. Because it each time I hear it, it sounds too good to e true! Tell me you don't have that much confidence, because then I'd have to crush it...!!! ...You seem to believe you're me. I've placed those two idiots on the shelf that you named. I guess beating them gives you some sort of...some sort of PRIDE doesn't it? If Sainto can beat them, surely I can beat them...am I right? SEE?! I'm a trendsetter too! Everyone wants to be the real deal, and can't. It's so sad, but oh so very true! I've started to rub off on you Tweed, I can tell. It's so amusing, yet...I feel some sympathy for you. Out of everyone I've never seen such a sorry excuse for a human being in my short lifespan. You Tweeder...YOU...WILL...FALL! I, the Universal Champion shall make sure of that. It's not about HA!, it's not about stables, championships, no Tweeder this is about your dignity...and where it will go once you lose to me. Your dignity will reach a low point that you'll be meeting Quentin Sharpe! So do me a favor, before you go around stating claim to accolades you'll never reach...make sure you don't do them around me. That's just a little tip for you to follow. There El Sainto sat with a smirk on his face. The Universal Championship sat around his waist snug. He rubbed his chin some and licked his lips. Tweeder...a name heard through Carnage Wrestling. People knew what he was capable of, others didn't give two shits about him; And yet here he was facing El Sainto. Maybe it was a sign from management that they were paying attention to Sainto. It was only a matter of time before they threw him competition that would make the fans happy. El Sainto was the one who put the fans in their seats...not someone like Tweeder. In fact, if it weren't for Sainto, there would be no Carnage. Yes, Sinc was WORLD champion, but El Sainto mattered as much as Sinc did. However that was for another time. Now was the time Sainto let Tweeder, CW, and the world know who the true champion was. There he sat, looking on with a bright smile. The familiar black background was quiet and still. The walls of his room didn't show the masks he'd don. No, these walls donned his victims. The list of people they had said they same thing that Tweeder had said. El Sainto held a piece of paper. He looked at it with a fixated glare. Slowly his eyes turned to the camera and he sat up some on his throne. El Sainto: You know what's funny Tweeder. Each time I look at your promo I can't help but feel amused. I mean you're a very...very...funny man. I mean first you pour your heart out. You show a picture of you when you had a bird chest...and you just talk...and talk...about wrestling. You're venting about what happened at Act of Defiance, but that's okay! You see, I understand, I know you're angry, I could tell when you lost and planted Phoenix in the middle of the ring. All that pent up frustration of never being able to reach that POINT in your life...to achieve greatness...it's slipped from your grasp yet again. And it's okay to feel as if God just spat down on you and had forsaken you. It's okay to feel like life had been nothing but your nemesis, and that nothing can go your way. Let...it all...out. Please, do it so I don't have to suffer through your whining!!! I see you as this man who was once proud. You didn't give a fuck who you stepped in front of YOU...were the man of Carnage Wrestling. I bet...if it weren't for you CW would just be some crappy Indy fed from Baltimore...right? You were the star, you had the belt, YOU...were the legend. I keep hearing that in the back of my skull. He closes his eyes and lets out a slow sigh. Calm...stay calm...he didn't want the bug to see him angry. However it was giving Sainto a headache. On and on about Tweeder, this Tweeder that, nothing about the champion. HE had the belt, HE should be the main attraction!!! Yet he was pushed aside so Tweeder could absorb the spotlight like a fucking sponge!!! El Sainto pointed his eyes with a calm expression. He sighs lightly and looks at the lens with a nonchalant glare. El Sainto: And it's so...annoying...because people keep talking about YOU! You Tweeder, YOU, YOU, YOU!!! Nothing about ME!! I went through Hell against Sharpe at Act of Defiance and I didn't even get a freaking thank you! Because of me people got a five star match!!! I made Quentin Sharpe look like a HERO!!! He proved to the world that he can go the distance with me!!! And then people saw your match, and they just ATE IT UP!!!! Sinc made you look like a true legend!!! See the thing about being a champion...people tend to like the challenger. Did you hear the faint cheers Tweed? Did you hear the "HOLY SHIT!" chants, the carnage, the blood lust of the people...DROVE you on! YOU...were the star of the show. And suddenly people forget about me. El Sainto's just some loud mouth "Mexican" who wears a mask to "scare" people? See, I don't need the mask and eye contact. I'm the best in the world Tweeder!! FEAR...is just something that comes with the package!! FEAR came from you...because no one has ever said they feared me until you talked. And I should feel flattered, because for the first time, someone is afraid of me. You don't have to hide behind your cold demeanor Tweeder. No one is going to hate you for finally sharing your feelings. You can admit that I scare you a little...because of my skills. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It was just surprising that someone would actually use "fear" and "Sainto" in the same sentence. Whatever the case...Tweeder seemed to be in a wreck. The once CW great had to go up against the El Sainto, the longest reigning Universal Champion in Carnage Wrestling history. The pressure was on him...would he fall or would he actually pull through and win one of the most important matches in his long career...? El Sainto looked at the pictures on the walls of his room. Slowly he raises from his throne and walks down his altar. He looks on at his victims...all of which who he sent to the bottom of the barrel and the others disappeared...never to be seen again. He placed a hand on Quentin Sharpe's picture and smiles. He turns to the camera slowly. El Sainto: See...as a champion...I have an obligation...to WIN! To make sure everything I do is perfect. People like you Tweeder...make that hard for me. Because every match I'm in I have to carry the other person's weight. They can't seem to pull through and come through with their half of the work. I...I-I just want competition! Is that so hard to ask for?!!? I don't put on my boots and lace them up tight for nothing! Quentin Sharpe...was the only make who gave me a fight...and yet...I feel some admiration for him. I feel as if he's the only man who could take me the distance. It was foolish of him however to claim my title for his own. He's kind of like you, you make promises you can't keep. Like when you promised you'd win the World Heavyweight Championship? That was a big blunder on your part. You hype the match up, you hurt Sinc, you had the momentum!!! You just...fail Tweeder, you aren't what you use to be back then. The past is over, now without Sinc, Zack, Phoenix, and I...this place would be nothing. They'd just have you, and only you to look at. We're the future...THE PRESENT!!! We're the today Tweeder...and you can't handle that. Tweeder had this problem with control. He wanted to get into HA! because of what happened with him and Sinc last Sunday. The sad part about it is that he seems to want control of the group. Whether El Sainto or the others liked it or not he was apart of the movement. Sainto didn't care too much about Tweeder's agenda. If it got in the way of his he would have something to say to him and more. Sainto was ambitious, he was hungry about everything he did...even if it meant he had to hurt others to reach his goals. He placed his arms behind his back as he strolled down the walk path...his eyes fixed on the pictures. El Sainto: So many people Tweeder...it's just a crazy sight isn't it? A lot of people came at me and I sent them back. What makes you any different? OH, you have marketing skills, OH...you have Dr.Winn in the back of your pocket...but does that make you better than me. No...no, no, no that just means you have resources. So when you lose to me, you can run to Dr.Winn and get your little warm-up matches and you can go on and live a healthy career knowing you're stale. And you know something you're as generic as Virus and bigger douchebag than Sinc. Well at least Sinc knows where true talent is, or he wouldn't have recruited me. YOU...however...you're nothing but a jackass who seems to think insulting me is going to win. GROW...UP!!!! This isn't the kiddy league anymore Tweeder, THIS IS THE REAL DEAL!!!! THIS...is the match that can save your job. Yet you're sitting there making fun of my mask?? And here's another thing, WHO...IN THE HELL...KEEPS TELLING PEOPLE I'M MEXICAN?!?! I don't even want to go into details how small minded you people are. I come to America and you assume I'm Mexican. If you really knew me you'd know that I'm not of Hispanic heritage, you slimy WORM!!! I took what I learned from Mexico and formed it into my own style of fighting. Something you can comprehend!!! If you didn't swing a chair around and try and put everyone in a hospital, you'd know my form of wrestling is pure. It's something out of this world...unique...fresh... original...nothing like you. I've wanted to do this since I was small and here you MOCK me! Where do you get off?!!? I've been through Hell Tweeder. Places you'd rot in and people wouldn't care. I've wrestled in sweaty little bingo halls in Mexico and I've hitchhiked over a thousand miles to get to San Jose!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET FROM CANADA TO CALIFORNIA WITHOUT ANY MONEY?!!? You don't know hardship...you don't know what I went through so you have no fucking right to mock me Tweeder. What you are is a waste of space, something I could spit up on the ground, you...are...nothing. And I don't know what you did to get this match, quite frankly I don't give a shit. What you did was unacceptable...mocking my wrestling...you will not be forgiven. I don't care if we're on the same team, if you ever talk about me...or about my life...I will personally end your miserable existence. You won't want to worry about your next title shot Tweeder. He glares on in an intense manner, he was some luchador from a piss poor town in Mexico. That's how he was labeled...no one knew the true pain he felt. Each day he woke up checking his fridge to make sure he had food. He always counted his money and made sure he had enough. Each night Sainto sat up and thanked God for giving him the chance to do something with this life. And here this ignorant piece of shit stood...talking in Spanish...joking on him...trying to make a fool of Sainto--but you know what it wouldn't happen. Sainto would go out there and beat this naive man and make the world aware. He walked towards his throne slowly...as the pictures of his fallen foes disappeared. El Sainto: I am not to be messed with Tweeder. Sainto turns around quickly, standing in front of his altar with a superior attitude coming from his body. El Sainto: I am...going to personally give you a slice of reality. That's something I can PROMISE! Did you hear that Tweeder, I made a PROMISE...!!! When you're me you keep them. I don't go back on my word, I don't need anything else to win!!! All I need are my skills and my confidence...to beat you. When you walk to the locker room....with your head held down....with Sinc giving one of his "u mad bro" smirks...you'll feel so inferior you won't want to make eye contact with me. I plan on embarrassing you tonight Tweeder. I want to make you see that calling me names, being a prejudice prick, knowing absolutely NOTHING about where I come from, and how hard I've trained to get at this point in my career...was a bad idea. His eyes don't leave the camera lens. Every little word Tweeder said would be coming out of his ass...with interest. To have him actually talk to Sainto as if he were some lower life form...? No...it wasn't going to happen. El Sainto: Chaos VII...will dawn a new day. The sun will rise, and the day will bring forth new accomplishments. I look forward to seeing you in that ring Tweeder. Oh...it'll do my heart good to make you eat your words and have you swallow them down hard. You my friend...are in for a big surprise. I look forward to our meeting. El Sainto begins to walk up the steps to his altar. He was confidence, ready, and willing to put Tweeder in his place. This filth would be let loose and Sainto would go on to other things. Losing wasn't an option at Chaos VII. The scene slowly fades away, and the viewers who sit and watch go back to their lives. Static. Fade. End. Edited by Stephen Lenton, Oct 25 2011, 01:19 PM.
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