Evildoer #2
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Handler Information
Name: pg
Preferred Method of Handling: I like angles, I like roleplaying involving angles
Best Way to Contact You: PM
Writing Sample
The man in the suit sat silently, stroking his chin as he watched the flickering images on the screen. Across the desk from the man in the suit was an eager man with black curly hair, wearing a faded black sweatshirt sporting the Georgia Tech logo in the corner, who was trying to read the mind of the man in the suit.
"Here's the thing," the eager man said, "I know these clips are over a decade old. I know they're not showing you anything special. To be honest, I hadn't really given it my all, back in the day and I never thought I'd need to go back and try it again."
The man in the suit arched an eyebrow and looked at the eager man.
"But, now...?"
The eager man took a deep breath and was trying very hard not to look like he was trying hard to be sincere as he explained, "Things have changed...and I need this. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes...to be whatever you need me to be."
The man in the suit turned his attention to the papers on the desk. Many of the pages were weathered and worn...and the black and white photographs were obviously of the eager man in much younger days.
"I'm probably in better shape than I was in college," the eager man offered, as a way of distracting the man in the suit from fully engaging his doubts. "I've got a concept...a moveset...and, most importantly of all...I've got no ego."
The man in the suit couldn't help but laugh at this claim. He'd heard many hopeful young men tout their abilities and their skills--but he never once met a potential professional wrestler who claimed to have no ego.
"Right now, you've got a very talented roster...full of bad men and bad women, all needing to put a hurt on somebody," the eager man said, hoping to impress with his awareness of the product. "Let them put the hurt on me."
The man in the suit began tapping his pen against his desk.
"Is that what this is for you?" he asked the eager man. "Do you get off on getting hurt or something?"
"No. I'm just letting you know that if you have jobs that need doing...I'm interested in getting paid to do those jobs."
On the screen, a much younger version of the eager man is seen executing a fairly decent Scorpion Death Drop on some flabby mook. The man in the suit was trying to project from what he was seeing what the eager man actually had to offer.
"All right, Bruce," he said, without betraying much confidence in his imagination. "Why don't you tell me what your concept is?"
The eager man smiled. He'd stuck his foot in the door and the man of the house was willing to hear him pitch his Fuller brushes.
"OK. Do you remember the Killer Bees from the early years of Saturday Night Live?"
The man in the suit squinted his eyes as he looked carefully at the eager man.
"How old ARE you, Bruce?"
"I'm 32 years old...and YouTube is a wonderful thing."
"Go on."
"So, this was a recurring sketch--"
"The Killer Bees?"
"Yeah. They'd have these really cheesy looking bee costumes. Black sneakers with yellow laces. Black tights. A lumpy yellow and black bodysuit with black sleeves."
"Right. And deeley-boppers on their heads."
The man in the suit blinked slowly as the realization that he'd just used the term "deeley-boppers" unironically for the first time in more than three decades.
"Yeah...bright yellow deely-boppers," agreed the eager man. "I would add a hooded mask--covering my head but leaving my mouth and jaw exposed."
The man in the suit nodded, expecting there to be more of an explanation to what the eager man had in mind. The moment lingered long enough for the man in the suit to realize his expectatins weren't going to be met.
"So, you'd be a bee then?"
"Yeah."
"A wrestling bee."
"The Aggressive Bee," said the eager man, as if that explained anything. "It's got a good hook for wrestling. Bees are small but people are afraid of them. Bees fly. Bees sting. Bees can even kill."
"Yeah...and bees are easily swatted away," the man in the suit countered.
"Ahhhh, but they're also tenacious. They keep coming back, even after being swatted away."
The man in the suit leaned back in his chair and stared at the acoustic tiles that made up the ceiling of his office. He tried to imagine what it would be like if the superstars of the wrestling promotion that he worked for were in the ring, putting a serious beatdown on a man dressed up in a bee costume.
"And you'd be a face?"
The eager man nodded. He explained, "I can be the plucky comic relief. I can be the well-meaning rube that is imperiled by the mean, rule breaking bad guys. And, if the fans take to me and I can shake off this ring rust, I can even earn an occasional credibility-enhancing victory to justify all of that suffering."
He smiled at the thought, forgetting how he was selling himself to the man in the suit, as a means by which his company's employees could define their excellence. He quickly recovered the through-line of his proposal.
"Of course, it would be mostly me getting my ass-kicked. I know that. I'm prepared for that. And again, I can assure you that's a job that I'm prepared to do well."
The man in the suit looked hard at the eager man. There had to be a story behind this. There had to be a reason he was looking for a career based in masochism. He simply couldn't manage to piece the puzzle together from the pieces laid out in front of him.
The eager man's previous experience in this industry was all ancient history--wrestling was something he did in college and for a couple of years out of college. He left the game when he'd gone back to school to study medicine. After that, he'd moved back to his hometown of Boston and seemed to be successful in the straight world.
And now, here he was...in his office...begging for a butt monkey job.
There was at least a piece or two missing.
"Why are you doing this, Bruce?" he finally just came right out and asked.
The eager man looked him dead square in the eyes and replied without hesitation.
"Because your checks don't bounce."
The man in the suit clicked his pen a couple of times, trying to read any sense of doubt in the eager man's mind. He didn't read any.
He needed money. He was willing to work for that money. He didn't seem to want anything but money.
That made the picture a little clearer.
And what he was offering to do was, as he'd suggested, something they needed people to do. And he wasn't asking for more than he'd be worth. And he could be easily discarded if he proved not to be up to the job.
But something about the eager man made the man in the suit believe that he might just last long enough and suffer horribly until that one night where the unthinkable might actually be possible.
And that's good business.
Even in Defiance.
Wrestler Information
Ring Name: Bee (or The Aggressive Bee)
Real Name: Bruce Paullin
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195lbs
Hailing From: Boston, Mass (he went to college at Georgia Tech, a decade ago)
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He's the Aggressive Bee. He dresses up in a silly looking bee costume. His attempts at showmanship often go wrong. He's designed to be a slapstick comedy character, curtain jerking jobber who takes insane bumps and punishment...while having a very serious backstory as to why he's allowing himself to be used in such a way.
Wrestling Style: High Flying Bump Machine
Three Weaknesses:
1) Inexperience (and/or Ring Rust)
2) Undersized
3) Botch prone
Three Strengths:
1) High Tolerance For Pain
2) Fearless
3) Willing To Look Foolish
MOVESET
Ten regular moveset moves:
1) Knife Edge Chop
2) Forearm Smash (when repeated, call it a "Swarm")
3) Drop Kick
4)Springboard Forearm Smash
5)Springboard Elbow Drop
6)Springboard Splash
7)Diving Crossbody
8)Vertical Suplex
9)Rolling Lariat
10)Slingshot Plancha
Five trademark moves:
1) Venom Drop (Inverted DDT/Scorpion Death Drop--minor finisher)
2) Top Rope Injection (Top Rope Diving Headbutt--minor finisher)
3) Cut Under Neckbreaker
4) Dragon Screw
5) Jumping Knee Drop
Finishing Move: B-ZZZZZZZ (Go To Sleep)
Submission Finishing Move: Death Lock (Sharpshooter)
MDK Finishing Move: Anaphylactic Deathsting (Heart Punch--should be threatened from time to time but rarely if ever used)
Working On: Buzzkill (Sternness Dust Gamma/Wrist Clutch Fisherman Brainbuster--he should mess this up if he tries it)
THEME SONG: "The Aggressive Bee" by MC Mr. Napkins http://youtu.be/_Qp_nMntvR8
(Seriously, watch the video. Bruce Paullin looks a lot like a slightly beefier version Zach Sherwin, aka MC Mr. Napkins, and this clip was the inspiration for the character.)
Name: pg
Preferred Method of Handling: I like angles, I like roleplaying involving angles
Best Way to Contact You: PM
Writing Sample
The man in the suit sat silently, stroking his chin as he watched the flickering images on the screen. Across the desk from the man in the suit was an eager man with black curly hair, wearing a faded black sweatshirt sporting the Georgia Tech logo in the corner, who was trying to read the mind of the man in the suit.
"Here's the thing," the eager man said, "I know these clips are over a decade old. I know they're not showing you anything special. To be honest, I hadn't really given it my all, back in the day and I never thought I'd need to go back and try it again."
The man in the suit arched an eyebrow and looked at the eager man.
"But, now...?"
The eager man took a deep breath and was trying very hard not to look like he was trying hard to be sincere as he explained, "Things have changed...and I need this. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes...to be whatever you need me to be."
The man in the suit turned his attention to the papers on the desk. Many of the pages were weathered and worn...and the black and white photographs were obviously of the eager man in much younger days.
"I'm probably in better shape than I was in college," the eager man offered, as a way of distracting the man in the suit from fully engaging his doubts. "I've got a concept...a moveset...and, most importantly of all...I've got no ego."
The man in the suit couldn't help but laugh at this claim. He'd heard many hopeful young men tout their abilities and their skills--but he never once met a potential professional wrestler who claimed to have no ego.
"Right now, you've got a very talented roster...full of bad men and bad women, all needing to put a hurt on somebody," the eager man said, hoping to impress with his awareness of the product. "Let them put the hurt on me."
The man in the suit began tapping his pen against his desk.
"Is that what this is for you?" he asked the eager man. "Do you get off on getting hurt or something?"
"No. I'm just letting you know that if you have jobs that need doing...I'm interested in getting paid to do those jobs."
On the screen, a much younger version of the eager man is seen executing a fairly decent Scorpion Death Drop on some flabby mook. The man in the suit was trying to project from what he was seeing what the eager man actually had to offer.
"All right, Bruce," he said, without betraying much confidence in his imagination. "Why don't you tell me what your concept is?"
The eager man smiled. He'd stuck his foot in the door and the man of the house was willing to hear him pitch his Fuller brushes.
"OK. Do you remember the Killer Bees from the early years of Saturday Night Live?"
The man in the suit squinted his eyes as he looked carefully at the eager man.
"How old ARE you, Bruce?"
"I'm 32 years old...and YouTube is a wonderful thing."
"Go on."
"So, this was a recurring sketch--"
"The Killer Bees?"
"Yeah. They'd have these really cheesy looking bee costumes. Black sneakers with yellow laces. Black tights. A lumpy yellow and black bodysuit with black sleeves."
"Right. And deeley-boppers on their heads."
The man in the suit blinked slowly as the realization that he'd just used the term "deeley-boppers" unironically for the first time in more than three decades.
"Yeah...bright yellow deely-boppers," agreed the eager man. "I would add a hooded mask--covering my head but leaving my mouth and jaw exposed."
The man in the suit nodded, expecting there to be more of an explanation to what the eager man had in mind. The moment lingered long enough for the man in the suit to realize his expectatins weren't going to be met.
"So, you'd be a bee then?"
"Yeah."
"A wrestling bee."
"The Aggressive Bee," said the eager man, as if that explained anything. "It's got a good hook for wrestling. Bees are small but people are afraid of them. Bees fly. Bees sting. Bees can even kill."
"Yeah...and bees are easily swatted away," the man in the suit countered.
"Ahhhh, but they're also tenacious. They keep coming back, even after being swatted away."
The man in the suit leaned back in his chair and stared at the acoustic tiles that made up the ceiling of his office. He tried to imagine what it would be like if the superstars of the wrestling promotion that he worked for were in the ring, putting a serious beatdown on a man dressed up in a bee costume.
"And you'd be a face?"
The eager man nodded. He explained, "I can be the plucky comic relief. I can be the well-meaning rube that is imperiled by the mean, rule breaking bad guys. And, if the fans take to me and I can shake off this ring rust, I can even earn an occasional credibility-enhancing victory to justify all of that suffering."
He smiled at the thought, forgetting how he was selling himself to the man in the suit, as a means by which his company's employees could define their excellence. He quickly recovered the through-line of his proposal.
"Of course, it would be mostly me getting my ass-kicked. I know that. I'm prepared for that. And again, I can assure you that's a job that I'm prepared to do well."
The man in the suit looked hard at the eager man. There had to be a story behind this. There had to be a reason he was looking for a career based in masochism. He simply couldn't manage to piece the puzzle together from the pieces laid out in front of him.
The eager man's previous experience in this industry was all ancient history--wrestling was something he did in college and for a couple of years out of college. He left the game when he'd gone back to school to study medicine. After that, he'd moved back to his hometown of Boston and seemed to be successful in the straight world.
And now, here he was...in his office...begging for a butt monkey job.
There was at least a piece or two missing.
"Why are you doing this, Bruce?" he finally just came right out and asked.
The eager man looked him dead square in the eyes and replied without hesitation.
"Because your checks don't bounce."
The man in the suit clicked his pen a couple of times, trying to read any sense of doubt in the eager man's mind. He didn't read any.
He needed money. He was willing to work for that money. He didn't seem to want anything but money.
That made the picture a little clearer.
And what he was offering to do was, as he'd suggested, something they needed people to do. And he wasn't asking for more than he'd be worth. And he could be easily discarded if he proved not to be up to the job.
But something about the eager man made the man in the suit believe that he might just last long enough and suffer horribly until that one night where the unthinkable might actually be possible.
And that's good business.
Even in Defiance.
Wrestler Information
Ring Name: Bee (or The Aggressive Bee)
Real Name: Bruce Paullin
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195lbs
Hailing From: Boston, Mass (he went to college at Georgia Tech, a decade ago)
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He's the Aggressive Bee. He dresses up in a silly looking bee costume. His attempts at showmanship often go wrong. He's designed to be a slapstick comedy character, curtain jerking jobber who takes insane bumps and punishment...while having a very serious backstory as to why he's allowing himself to be used in such a way.
Wrestling Style: High Flying Bump Machine
Three Weaknesses:
1) Inexperience (and/or Ring Rust)
2) Undersized
3) Botch prone
Three Strengths:
1) High Tolerance For Pain
2) Fearless
3) Willing To Look Foolish
MOVESET
Ten regular moveset moves:
1) Knife Edge Chop
2) Forearm Smash (when repeated, call it a "Swarm")
3) Drop Kick
4)Springboard Forearm Smash
5)Springboard Elbow Drop
6)Springboard Splash
7)Diving Crossbody
8)Vertical Suplex
9)Rolling Lariat
10)Slingshot Plancha
Five trademark moves:
1) Venom Drop (Inverted DDT/Scorpion Death Drop--minor finisher)
2) Top Rope Injection (Top Rope Diving Headbutt--minor finisher)
3) Cut Under Neckbreaker
4) Dragon Screw
5) Jumping Knee Drop
Finishing Move: B-ZZZZZZZ (Go To Sleep)
Submission Finishing Move: Death Lock (Sharpshooter)
MDK Finishing Move: Anaphylactic Deathsting (Heart Punch--should be threatened from time to time but rarely if ever used)
Working On: Buzzkill (Sternness Dust Gamma/Wrist Clutch Fisherman Brainbuster--he should mess this up if he tries it)
THEME SONG: "The Aggressive Bee" by MC Mr. Napkins http://youtu.be/_Qp_nMntvR8
(Seriously, watch the video. Bruce Paullin looks a lot like a slightly beefier version Zach Sherwin, aka MC Mr. Napkins, and this clip was the inspiration for the character.)
