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Jon Goodhue
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*** I'd love to jump into an angle right away and work hard to create a great storyline for shows. Contact me by replying to this thread, IM me at jgoody12 or email me at jongoodhue@hotmail.com
Thanks everyone! Here's the info!
- Jon
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Name: Damien Ryan
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 235 lbs.
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, CA
Wrestling Style: Technical
Finisher: The Publicity Stunt (Flying frog moonsault)
Set Up- The Blessing (Modified back suplex to cause opponent to land on their head)
Theme Music: "One Day Remains" by Alter Bridge
Past feds: Mostly PTC feds- FAW, WMW, AW, NGW
Bio: A twenty-six year old Canadian with a disrespectful attitude, walking on anybody without a care in the world. Selfish based character with giant pride for his country, usually challenging foreigners, usually Americans. Not afraid to spit out the words that's in his head, ignorant to racisim, laws, regulations, sexism, and choice of love. Cross him, expect a slap right back. Good with words, backs them up in the ring.
SAMPLE RP:
pit•y n.
1. Sympathy and sorrow aroused by the misfortune or suffering of another.
There’s the kind, the mean, the angry, the sad, the violent, the lazy, etc. etc. There’s also a kind of personality that shakes people up a little bit, it gets on their nerves, tickling the spine a bit. It’s that personality where some character will bump into you, cause you to drop your snow cone then walk off without saying their sorry, or that person that ate that sandwich you made the night before work so you could have something to eat during your lunch break, then they shrugged it off and told you make a another one, but you’re already late. That person would step on you or stab you in the back if they felt it was necessary. Hell, could be your best friend, your brother, your aunt, your neighbor, your dog, hell your grandmother. That’s why you got to keep your eyes peeled, and dig yourself deep into the core of your close ones, so you know their personality, not only one hundred percent, but that extra ten percent that will say to you, “Go **** yourself.”, excuse the language.
A little over two years ago FAW signed a new, young superstar by the name of Damien Ryan, a technical wrestler out of Canada. Ryan, never appearing in front of large numbers like an FAW crowd actually broke out of his shell quick and put himself in a good position. He became known after defeating Neo for the FAW Hardcore Title, which is now, no longer an FAW title. Ryan made his mark in the organization until some behind the scene controversy cause him to relocate to another federation. FAW is not a business to forget a Damien Ryan for he’s shocked some of the faces you see around here today. Not being a huge fan of the United States, the fans grew more to dislike him than he cheer for his skill in the ring. Ryan’s mouth overall ended up labeling him as ‘Mr. I Don’t Give a ****’.
The dictionary explains the word “pity” as having compassion or sympathy for another person or thing, but it can be put in other ways
………
Friday, October 22, 2004
11 AM
Han Yung Chinese Restaurant
New York, New York
[The screen opens up inside a nice Chinese restaurant, gimmicked with a Chinese landscape of bamboos, jade, and tribal. It is quite busy in the place as we see different tables with different numbers of people eating away at their cuisines. Waiters of Asian decent wait on the tables, some going around refilling glasses of water, some taking orders, and some serving food. The camera begins to zoom in and focus on a particular table with two men with menus in their hands. One dressed formally in a suit and tie, his hair well combed. The other dressed decently formal, wearing a suit but no tie, his undershirt unbuttoned at the top. His hair is long and dark, pulled back to keep a formal look for the public eye. His blue eyes graze the menu, and then he scratched his face across his ‘five o’clock shadow’ beard. From this view now we can see its former FAW star Damien Ryan. The other man would be Ryan’s agent. Finally the camera finds a good position and the noise of the people in the restaurant dies down and the camera only picks up the conversation of the two men.]
Damien Ryan: You know, they could at least put a little bit of English on these menus, like underneath the titles so I know what the hell I’m ordering.
Agent: Damien, I’d like to see what we are going to do about FAW.
Damien Ryan: What the hell is the yaki soba and chahan?
Agent: I really think these guys here at FAW have something going here, opening back up, bringing back old fans, gaining new ones. New superstars, veterans returning. I think you’ll be happy here.
Damien Ryan: You better be right or this will be the last time you make a god damn decision. I’m dropping three million a year for this organization, 3 more million dollars I would be making if I had stuck around in Midwest.
Agent: You had the back injury.
Damien Ryan: **** the back injury, I’m fine now, Midwest wanted me back, I was kicking tail over there.
Agent: Listen, my gut is telling me FAW is the answer, trust me on this one, this is your home, your origin, you started off in FAW, you rocked this place. Don’t worry, in no time you’ll be in top ranks and they’ll be handing you money, let alone the cash from the merchandise we’ll sell.
Damien Ryan: (chuckles) Merchandise.
Agent: Hey, we’ll give it two months, see how you like it, if your not satisfied, we’ll go talk to Garvin over at Midwest, take you back over there. I’ll pull some strings, get this FAW contract burned, get you a release and it’s as simple as that.
Damien Ryan: Two months of these jokes, and this joke country.
Agent: That’s another thing, maybe you should turn this whole thing around, you know, maybe give up the whole “I hate America” act, its killing merchandise sales, I mean the fans don’t want to buy merchandise for a guy they can’t stand seeing—
Damien Ryan: Act? What act? I have no freakin’ clue what you’re talking about. Ofcourse that would come out of you, hell, where you from? New England? [under his breath] …Americans.
Agent: I don’t know what else to say, but this is your career.
[A Chinese gentleman then walks up to the table, a short and skinny fellow, with spiky black hair. He’s wearing black pants and a formal Chinese white shirt. His accent very strong.]
Waiter: Hi, can I take your order.
Agent: Hi yes, I’m going to get the Bui Goki but with no mushrooms please.
Waiter: [looks to Ryan] And sir?
Damien Ryan: Yeah, uh, I want chicken, what’s Yu-Hsiang chicken?
Waiter: Yu-Hsaing?
Damien Ryan: Yeah, that.
Waiter: Ok, can I get you anything else?
Damien Ryan: [with a weird look]…Yeah, how bout you tell me what it is.
Waiter: Is what?
Damien Ryan: Is what? The god damn chicken for Christ sake.
Waiter: It’s the Yu-Hsaing, sir.
Damien Ryan: Alright, now your pissing me off Ho Chi Mingh, why don’t you tell what exactly the Yu-Hsaing is Yu-Idiot.
Waiter: Uhh, Mingh was Vietnamese, sir.
[Ryan stands up, now frustrated to a point where he wants slam the Chinese waitor’s head into the table. Ryan’s agent jumps from his seat and steps in front of Ryan, the agent looks over to the hostess, waving at her to get her attention.]
Agent: Hi ma’am, yes, uh, can we get another waiter please, thank you!
[looking at Ryan]…
…Damien, come on, sit down.
[Ryan sits down, staring at the frightened Chinese man. Then another, older Chinese man approaches the table.]
Other Man: Do we have a problem gentleman.
Damien Ryan: Yeah, do us a favor and get us our food now, or at least a waiter that doesn’t have his head up his ass.
Other Man: I’m very sorry, sir.
Waiter: I’m sorry, sir. [backing away] I’m sorry.
[Ryan flinches at him to scare him off sending the waiter jogging into the back where the kitchen is, Ryan just looks at him run off then looks back across the table at his agent who is biting his nails.]
Damien Ryan: I’ll explain something to you right now, and I’ll put it in a way so you can understand it, and I don’t want to hear questions or comment about it when I’m done explaining. See that stupid waiter, I pity him. He’s a small, insignificant stupid bastard. He deserves to be sent back to China and work on Reebok sneakers for ten cents an hour.
Agent: Jesus, Ryan, that’s a little prejudice.
Damien Ryan: I don’t give a ****. If he’s not fit enough to work around this type of crowd and be able to handle his <A TITLE="Click for more information about job" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||job|AA1VDw">job</A> then he’s not worth being around at all. All he does is just waste everyone’s time, and probably everyone’s money. Ofcourse we are going to have to leave this dink atleast ten percent of the bill for a tip, so he’s taking my money for the piss poor job he did serving me. That’s bull****. You following me here? [agent nods] Now, let’s compare that to our little situation with FAW. We’re talking about a crappy, unorganized, bankrupt company, with a bunch of crappy wrestlers. So then you have me, the guy at the table, otherwise known in this situation as the knight in shining armor. Yeah, on Panic I’ll go out there into the ring and do my job for whoever the hell is watching, who? Probably nobody. Why do you think they’re selling tickets for prices so low, cause nobody wants to see a lousy FAW show, a show from a company that has let down their fans so many times by shutting down or taking a break. You want to know what I haven’t begged you to sign me to another fed, you want to know why I haven’t canned you and just signed myself back over to Midwest. It’s because this fed NEEDS me, without me people would switch the channel. This fed needs me just as bad as this lousy country of yours needs civil people.
[Ryan’s agent sighs, knowing he wants best for his client, but disappointed towards Ryan’s attitude.]
Damien Ryan: Since we’re still on the topic of pity, Panic airs with a Ryan Hawke and I opening off. Now there’s somebody I pity, and I’ve never even met the guy. In fact, I’ve never even seen the guy. But may he be eight feet tall, or four hundred pounds of muscle, hybrid with a lion, who the **** knows, he’s going to regret that he signed with this low class organization because all it got him was one huge Canadian ass beating. We’ll see how things turn when this Hawke fella and I square up…..pay the bill.
[Ryan gets up and leaves before he even gets his food. He leaves the dining room, as he passes the last table, with an older couple having dinner, Ryan stops and sticks his finger in the man’s plate and grabs a piece of shrimp and eats it, enjoying the taste.]
Man: Hey, who the hell do you think you are.
Damien Ryan: Mr. I Don’t Give a ****….eat asshole.
[fade out]
Thanks everyone! Here's the info!
- Jon
-------------------------------
Name: Damien Ryan
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 235 lbs.
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, CA
Wrestling Style: Technical
Finisher: The Publicity Stunt (Flying frog moonsault)
Set Up- The Blessing (Modified back suplex to cause opponent to land on their head)
Theme Music: "One Day Remains" by Alter Bridge
Past feds: Mostly PTC feds- FAW, WMW, AW, NGW
Bio: A twenty-six year old Canadian with a disrespectful attitude, walking on anybody without a care in the world. Selfish based character with giant pride for his country, usually challenging foreigners, usually Americans. Not afraid to spit out the words that's in his head, ignorant to racisim, laws, regulations, sexism, and choice of love. Cross him, expect a slap right back. Good with words, backs them up in the ring.
SAMPLE RP:
pit•y n.
1. Sympathy and sorrow aroused by the misfortune or suffering of another.
There’s the kind, the mean, the angry, the sad, the violent, the lazy, etc. etc. There’s also a kind of personality that shakes people up a little bit, it gets on their nerves, tickling the spine a bit. It’s that personality where some character will bump into you, cause you to drop your snow cone then walk off without saying their sorry, or that person that ate that sandwich you made the night before work so you could have something to eat during your lunch break, then they shrugged it off and told you make a another one, but you’re already late. That person would step on you or stab you in the back if they felt it was necessary. Hell, could be your best friend, your brother, your aunt, your neighbor, your dog, hell your grandmother. That’s why you got to keep your eyes peeled, and dig yourself deep into the core of your close ones, so you know their personality, not only one hundred percent, but that extra ten percent that will say to you, “Go **** yourself.”, excuse the language.
A little over two years ago FAW signed a new, young superstar by the name of Damien Ryan, a technical wrestler out of Canada. Ryan, never appearing in front of large numbers like an FAW crowd actually broke out of his shell quick and put himself in a good position. He became known after defeating Neo for the FAW Hardcore Title, which is now, no longer an FAW title. Ryan made his mark in the organization until some behind the scene controversy cause him to relocate to another federation. FAW is not a business to forget a Damien Ryan for he’s shocked some of the faces you see around here today. Not being a huge fan of the United States, the fans grew more to dislike him than he cheer for his skill in the ring. Ryan’s mouth overall ended up labeling him as ‘Mr. I Don’t Give a ****’.
The dictionary explains the word “pity” as having compassion or sympathy for another person or thing, but it can be put in other ways
………
Friday, October 22, 2004
11 AM
Han Yung Chinese Restaurant
New York, New York
[The screen opens up inside a nice Chinese restaurant, gimmicked with a Chinese landscape of bamboos, jade, and tribal. It is quite busy in the place as we see different tables with different numbers of people eating away at their cuisines. Waiters of Asian decent wait on the tables, some going around refilling glasses of water, some taking orders, and some serving food. The camera begins to zoom in and focus on a particular table with two men with menus in their hands. One dressed formally in a suit and tie, his hair well combed. The other dressed decently formal, wearing a suit but no tie, his undershirt unbuttoned at the top. His hair is long and dark, pulled back to keep a formal look for the public eye. His blue eyes graze the menu, and then he scratched his face across his ‘five o’clock shadow’ beard. From this view now we can see its former FAW star Damien Ryan. The other man would be Ryan’s agent. Finally the camera finds a good position and the noise of the people in the restaurant dies down and the camera only picks up the conversation of the two men.]
Damien Ryan: You know, they could at least put a little bit of English on these menus, like underneath the titles so I know what the hell I’m ordering.
Agent: Damien, I’d like to see what we are going to do about FAW.
Damien Ryan: What the hell is the yaki soba and chahan?
Agent: I really think these guys here at FAW have something going here, opening back up, bringing back old fans, gaining new ones. New superstars, veterans returning. I think you’ll be happy here.
Damien Ryan: You better be right or this will be the last time you make a god damn decision. I’m dropping three million a year for this organization, 3 more million dollars I would be making if I had stuck around in Midwest.
Agent: You had the back injury.
Damien Ryan: **** the back injury, I’m fine now, Midwest wanted me back, I was kicking tail over there.
Agent: Listen, my gut is telling me FAW is the answer, trust me on this one, this is your home, your origin, you started off in FAW, you rocked this place. Don’t worry, in no time you’ll be in top ranks and they’ll be handing you money, let alone the cash from the merchandise we’ll sell.
Damien Ryan: (chuckles) Merchandise.
Agent: Hey, we’ll give it two months, see how you like it, if your not satisfied, we’ll go talk to Garvin over at Midwest, take you back over there. I’ll pull some strings, get this FAW contract burned, get you a release and it’s as simple as that.
Damien Ryan: Two months of these jokes, and this joke country.
Agent: That’s another thing, maybe you should turn this whole thing around, you know, maybe give up the whole “I hate America” act, its killing merchandise sales, I mean the fans don’t want to buy merchandise for a guy they can’t stand seeing—
Damien Ryan: Act? What act? I have no freakin’ clue what you’re talking about. Ofcourse that would come out of you, hell, where you from? New England? [under his breath] …Americans.
Agent: I don’t know what else to say, but this is your career.
[A Chinese gentleman then walks up to the table, a short and skinny fellow, with spiky black hair. He’s wearing black pants and a formal Chinese white shirt. His accent very strong.]
Waiter: Hi, can I take your order.
Agent: Hi yes, I’m going to get the Bui Goki but with no mushrooms please.
Waiter: [looks to Ryan] And sir?
Damien Ryan: Yeah, uh, I want chicken, what’s Yu-Hsiang chicken?
Waiter: Yu-Hsaing?
Damien Ryan: Yeah, that.
Waiter: Ok, can I get you anything else?
Damien Ryan: [with a weird look]…Yeah, how bout you tell me what it is.
Waiter: Is what?
Damien Ryan: Is what? The god damn chicken for Christ sake.
Waiter: It’s the Yu-Hsaing, sir.
Damien Ryan: Alright, now your pissing me off Ho Chi Mingh, why don’t you tell what exactly the Yu-Hsaing is Yu-Idiot.
Waiter: Uhh, Mingh was Vietnamese, sir.
[Ryan stands up, now frustrated to a point where he wants slam the Chinese waitor’s head into the table. Ryan’s agent jumps from his seat and steps in front of Ryan, the agent looks over to the hostess, waving at her to get her attention.]
Agent: Hi ma’am, yes, uh, can we get another waiter please, thank you!
[looking at Ryan]…
…Damien, come on, sit down.
[Ryan sits down, staring at the frightened Chinese man. Then another, older Chinese man approaches the table.]
Other Man: Do we have a problem gentleman.
Damien Ryan: Yeah, do us a favor and get us our food now, or at least a waiter that doesn’t have his head up his ass.
Other Man: I’m very sorry, sir.
Waiter: I’m sorry, sir. [backing away] I’m sorry.
[Ryan flinches at him to scare him off sending the waiter jogging into the back where the kitchen is, Ryan just looks at him run off then looks back across the table at his agent who is biting his nails.]
Damien Ryan: I’ll explain something to you right now, and I’ll put it in a way so you can understand it, and I don’t want to hear questions or comment about it when I’m done explaining. See that stupid waiter, I pity him. He’s a small, insignificant stupid bastard. He deserves to be sent back to China and work on Reebok sneakers for ten cents an hour.
Agent: Jesus, Ryan, that’s a little prejudice.
Damien Ryan: I don’t give a ****. If he’s not fit enough to work around this type of crowd and be able to handle his <A TITLE="Click for more information about job" STYLE="text-decoration: none; border-bottom: medium solid green;" HREF="http://search.targetwords.com/u.search?x=5977|1||||job|AA1VDw">job</A> then he’s not worth being around at all. All he does is just waste everyone’s time, and probably everyone’s money. Ofcourse we are going to have to leave this dink atleast ten percent of the bill for a tip, so he’s taking my money for the piss poor job he did serving me. That’s bull****. You following me here? [agent nods] Now, let’s compare that to our little situation with FAW. We’re talking about a crappy, unorganized, bankrupt company, with a bunch of crappy wrestlers. So then you have me, the guy at the table, otherwise known in this situation as the knight in shining armor. Yeah, on Panic I’ll go out there into the ring and do my job for whoever the hell is watching, who? Probably nobody. Why do you think they’re selling tickets for prices so low, cause nobody wants to see a lousy FAW show, a show from a company that has let down their fans so many times by shutting down or taking a break. You want to know what I haven’t begged you to sign me to another fed, you want to know why I haven’t canned you and just signed myself back over to Midwest. It’s because this fed NEEDS me, without me people would switch the channel. This fed needs me just as bad as this lousy country of yours needs civil people.
[Ryan’s agent sighs, knowing he wants best for his client, but disappointed towards Ryan’s attitude.]
Damien Ryan: Since we’re still on the topic of pity, Panic airs with a Ryan Hawke and I opening off. Now there’s somebody I pity, and I’ve never even met the guy. In fact, I’ve never even seen the guy. But may he be eight feet tall, or four hundred pounds of muscle, hybrid with a lion, who the **** knows, he’s going to regret that he signed with this low class organization because all it got him was one huge Canadian ass beating. We’ll see how things turn when this Hawke fella and I square up…..pay the bill.
[Ryan gets up and leaves before he even gets his food. He leaves the dining room, as he passes the last table, with an older couple having dinner, Ryan stops and sticks his finger in the man’s plate and grabs a piece of shrimp and eats it, enjoying the taste.]
Man: Hey, who the hell do you think you are.
Damien Ryan: Mr. I Don’t Give a ****….eat asshole.
[fade out]