ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profiles

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

'Total Elimination' Eli Flair ​

Wrestler Height

6'9" ​

Wrestler Weight

299
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Wrestler Age

40 ​

Theme Music

"Ghost Flowers" by OTEP
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Wrestler's Finisher

Fallen One - reverse DDT ​

Wrestler moveset

He's the King of Extreme. Technically proficient garbage wrestler who loves to brawl, has had bad knees, and is surprisingly agile and quick when it comes to mat wrestling and hold-counterhold. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

In 1994 Eli Flair wrestled his first paid professional match.

In 2009 Eli Flair wrestled his last paid professional match.

There is way, way, way too much to cover in a 'brief' biography. ​

Brief Roleplay

(FADEIN on an empty recording studio. The band's equipment is all set up and strewn about: it looks like they either just took a break or are here often enough to feel comfortable leaving everything where it lies.

The lights are mostly off: only a few dim overhead lights illuminate the room, and they are barely doing the job. The camera is fixed on one end, and shadows are playing with all of the dark corners. From the left, a man enters. He walks slowly and deliberately toward the darkened far wall...)

"War is over, if you want it."

"That's what they said, isn't it?"

(He has reached the far wall, and looks to be a large man - tall and physically imposing, but relatively thin and wiry for his size. There is the faint appearance of oily, shoulder - length hair, a sleeveless T-shirt, old, worn pants, and thick boots.)

"Sometimes you need to tour the battlefield."

(With that, he pulled something from the shadows on the wall.)

"I feel dirty for proving Joey Melton right, but five years ago he told me I was pulling off the longest retirement in professional wrestling history."

"And he was right."

"I announced it in 2005 after losing the FWO World Championship to Deacon, to take effect as soon as I was out of the running for the NFW's version of the Ultratitle, two point oh. I officially took it at NFW Wrestlebowl II after a hard fought street fight with the last man to hold the UNIFIED World Championship, Dan Ryan, in the early part of 2007."

"And then I made it last after a three month run in 2009 where I did my best to put the FWO back on the map."

"And I succeeded, completely stealing the show at Cyberslam with Triple X, Sean Stevens."

"So... why here? Why now?"

"Because."

"Because I'm a fifteen time World Champion whose combined days with the big gold belt probably total less than a full calendar year."

"Because I've spent well over two thirds of my career with a secondary title or a Hardcore title around my waist, always third man from the top."

"Because it's because of me that men like Deacon, Triple X, and Troy Windham have reached the pinnacles that they've reached."

"Because it's my job."

"I survived, thrived, and became a legend because I stole the show, every night - and nobody ever noticed because I was the Ninja."

"Nobody ever noticed because I wasn't Hornet, or Mike Randalls, or Joey Melton, or Dan Ryan, or Troy Windham... I wasn't what you'd think about when you said 'Face of a wrestling company.' I was never the top of the heap, but I was the one who made them."

"And I became a legend anyway."

"F'k that."

"A legend is something abstract and unaccountable. A legend never really existed."

(He slapped his hands against his arms.)

"I exist. I'm real."

"I speak for the silent majority."

"Like Otep said, I'm one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages. Rogues, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels."

"Rise, rebel, make a fist, resist."

"Why here? Why now?"

"Because from the moment my career began in 1994 until the moment it ended in 2009, the only thing that I haven't been able to accomplish was winning an Ultratitle."

"Ninja no more."

"I spent fifteen years making the heroes and villains of this sport look better than they ever could've done on their own."

"Now it's my turn."

"Why, after three years of peace, am I going back to war?"

(The lights suddenly turned on, very brightly, to show the back of the man, his body now clad in a very old looking, very road-worn black leather trench coat.)

"Because my armor feels like I just wore it yesterday."

(He turned around and - finally - we're face to face with the King of Extreme, the Original Nobody, 'Total Elimination' Eli Flair. He looks almost the same as he did the last time he was in a wrestling ring; there's a bit more gray in his jet black hair but the intensity in his eyes still burns.)

"Because I AM."

"And there's nothing that any of the other sixty three entrants will be able to do about it."

(He walked back the way he came, out of camera view. Fade to static.)

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Castor V. Strife ​

Wrestler Height

6'3 ​

Wrestler Weight

245 ​

Wrestler Age

31 ​

Theme Music

"Double Dare" by Bauhaus ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Director's Cut (Snap Swinging Neckbreaker) ​

Wrestler moveset

Rest holds: Standing Kimura - single-leg sweep (Osoto Gari) to a ground Kimura, snap mare into sleeper hold, arm bar

Submission: Irish whip into backwards rolling half-crab (ala Lance Storm), backwards rolling kneebar, triangle choke, Darce choke, head-arm triangle (Kata Gatame).

Suplexes: German, Fisherman's, Gut-wrench, belly-to-belly.

High-Impact: Full Nelson Suplex (out of respect to his teacher, Ares), Irish whip into flying knee, sit-out powerbomb, clotheslines guy to outside and dive bombs through the ropes, top rope leg drop, missile dropkick.

Special moves: (could be alternative finishes) The Cult Classic: Fireman's carry, dropped into standing knee (i.e. CM Punk's GTS); The Cliche Killer: Stun Gun; No Place Like Home: Hurricanrana performed on running opponent after Irish Whip (i.e. Frankensteiner)

Major Alternative Finisher: The Golden Dream: Sleeper hold from Camel Clutch position. Nearly impossible to escape, to be used only in rare circumstances. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW ​

Brief Biography

Major Titles Held: NFW World Heavyweight Championship (current), PRIME Universal Championship, A1E World Heavyweight Championship
Minor Titles Held: NFW Television Title, A1E Challenge Championship

Biography: Details regarding the early life of Castor V. Strife are sketchy at best. He was born on October 15, 1980 in Pavia, Italy, in the region of Lombardy . At the age of 10, his parents moved to Los Angeles, California before eventually retiring in Arizona. Castor, by then 16, was working as an intern for Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer and decided to stay in Hollywood to pursue his dream of being a famous director. By the time he was in film school, he was working weekends in a local wrestling promotion where he would do video distribution in exchange for booking. Quite the prodigy in the ring, he learned the ropes rather quickly and had several tryouts for big-time organizations by the end of college. His trainers were Ares, Stan Vick, and Robby Leland (The Great White Void).

Joining NFW's ranks in 2001, Castor set out to show the world his vision using pro-wrestling as his platform. He made his mark early, going unbeaten in his first three matches before dropping a razor close match to then NFW World Heavyweight Champion Shane Southern. During NFW's Season 1, Castor was drafted into the North Division where he enjoyed mixed success until resigning from full-time competition by Week 11. Fortunately for him, the newly established NFW Eastern Conference was in dire financial straits and in need of cash. The surplus of revenue Castor received from his films wound up funding the East's operations, and led to him being named Chairman of the Eastern Conference by Commissioner Michael Manson. Each show ended as a "Castor Von Strife Production." (Reportedly, Castor's middle name is actually Valor, although some maintain it is Virtuoso). By the time Season 2 rolled around, Castor had a ceremonial role in the NFW East.

From 2007-2008, Castor stayed out of the business completely due to drug problems that required multiple rehab stints. He made his return to NFW in late 2008. Initially tagging with Problem Child in Jimmy Mylde's 'Bold New Disaster', Castor decided to part ways from the group to once again focus on singles competition. One noticeable difference about Castor since his former days is the change in muscle mass. Initially weighing in at around 245 pounds, Castor came back 20 pounds heavier at 265, rumored to be on banned substances supplied to him by Jimmy Mylde (who himself has been indicted on steroid trafficking charges). Some even speculate that years of blackmarket Rx abuse has turned Castor delusional (as if he wasn't already).

In early 2009, Castor had a series of unwelcome run-ins with NFW Television Champion Impulse, culminating in their draw at Crash 50. At the first edition of NFW's new TV show, Reloaded, Castor surprised Impulse with an impromptu challenge for the TV title. When it was looking as if Impulse would pull off the victory, the top rope snapped as he leapt up for a super hurricanrana. If the fall itself didn't snap Impulse's neck, the ensuing Director's Cut from Castor certainly did. Castor made the pin and in doing so captured the TV title.

Castor cleaned out the TV division, culminating in a win over top contender Brock Alyas. A major turning point in Castor's career came at Supercrash 3, when in the elimination tag main event, he was the last man standing for Team NFW against Team Windham by defeating Troy Windham himself with The Director's Cut. Unfortunately, while celebrating the defeat of the man Castor claimed had been a lifelong nemesis (mostly imagined), JJ Deville snuck up and defeated Castor with his own finished to win the match.

After NFW World Heavyweight Champion Joe The Plumber left the organization due to brain injuries, it was announced that the title would be up for grabs in a four man tournament. Castor relinquished the TV title to compete in this tournament, along with Dorchester Stratton, Dan Ryan, and the returning Impulse. In the first round, Impulse defeated Dan Ryan, and Castor used Malik Anderson's family armbar to submit Dorchester. In the finals, Castor defeated Impulse with The Director's Cut to become the new NFW World Heavyweight Champion.

At Reloaded 10, Castor went to a 30 minute draw with Dan Ryan. It was announced the rematch would occur at Supercrash IV in Toronto's Skydome. There, Castor and Dan Ryan went to a 60 minute time limit draw. Also at this event, challenger Eric Dane used the stupidity of Castor's protege Alex Austin to win control over Castor Strife Productions, and has been blackmailing Castor for a title shot ever since.

Since then, Castor has taken his title on the road, going from arena to arena under the public radar, while NFW's Devin Millwood documents his journey. It is not known who Castor will defend his title against at the upcoming PPV, Futureshock - Dan Ryan, or Eric Dane. One thing is clear...the champion is intent on making a triumphant return. ​

Brief Roleplay

(NOTE: Most recent Castor RP, from NFW post Supercrash IV)


(SCREEN FLASHES BLACK – FADEIN on CASTOR STRIFE in a square hotel room, ceiling fan shaking above his head while he sits on a pale green sofa in front of a coffee table. His blonde hair hangs over an ice pack held to his face; when lifted, it reveals a severely bruised left side, compliments of Dan Ryan. Castor is wearing a plain black t-shirt, and on the table in front of him, next to Fiji bottled water and a few foreign language Euro fashion/film magazines, is the NFW World Heavyweight Title folded nicely)

CASTOR: “All I needed was 10 more minutes, Eddie, just another 10. Why didn’t you let me have 10 minutes, Eddie? Can’t spare 10 minutes for the champ, Eddie? Couldn’t let the match go on, Eddie? Wouldn’t give the people a sudden death overtime, Eddie? Wouldn’t let Dan and I have our closure, Eddie? Don’t you respect me, Eddie? Don’t you LIKE ME, Eddie? Taking open bribes from sneak-thieves who steal sh*t from me, Eddie? What’s wrong with you, Eddie? Huh? I COULD HAVE BEAT HIM. Give me an answer on the 10 minutes thing, Eddie. GIVE ME AN ANSWER!”

(Hard ice pack makes a THUD as Castor darts it against the wall. He pushes back his hair, slowly, grimacing at the pain inflicted on his face)

“Look what they do to me for my gold. Boys want to be me, men want to break me, loose women want to control me. Easier to climb the hill than to hold the summit. But here it is! The top of the food chain…”

(Spreads arms)

“Holed up in the Toronto Marriott, dead broke, de-Guilded, but still golden…still golden…”

(Grabs the title off the coffee table and peers into its gold plate)

“This is what it’s all about. And how fitting, Eddie, that it’s your face staring back at me in the glimmer of the thing I covet most. You really are an asshole, but I…(laughs as his voice breaks) I always knew what you were from the beginning. Nothing you do surprises me. Eric Dane on the other hand…now that surprised me. You know I visited- (interrupts self, looks into Eddie’s face on the belt) you know I paid a visit to Eric Dane after Supercrash? Let me tell you all about it…”

(Sits back, kicks feet up on the table, and holds belt out in front of him as he continues to talk into it)

“So there we were, and I would be lying if I said he didn’t look a little worried, and he was right to be, but I held my violence in check. Casually, I asked to see the contract. He obliged, and I read it. It was what he said it was. I said OK, how can we make this right? Do you want a title shot? He said yes. I said no problem, can I have my company back after I beat you? He said no, I’m keeping it anyway, but I’m not firing you. He’s not firing me, Eddie! No, not firing me, he wants my input into future projects, and would like to retain me as a Director- you know what?”

(Tosses the belt onto the table, leans forward)

“This is all boring you. The people have had enough of contract disputes, parking code violations, rotating chairmen, board minutes, payroll obligations, briefcase reveals and match stipulations. The point is: I’m not getting my company back. And without that, I have nothing. No liquid assets, NOTHING. Save for the severance pay Eric Dane cut me after I spit in his face and resigned…”

(Picks up a check from the table, snaps it from the edges a couple times: “Pay to the order of CASTOR STRIFE. For the amount of FORTY TWO DOLLARS and THREE CENTS.”)

“I was left with a checking account in sum total of $25,275 dollars.”

(Grabs a bag from under the table and unloads its contents onto the table: stacks of U.S. currency in rubber-banded multiples of $5,000)

“As of this morning, that balance is ZERO. I’m taking my gold, and my money, and I am Greyhounding the rest of my schedule up through Futureshock 2. I am going to walk the nation’s streets…in the dead of winter, budgeting myself through this last leg of the most important tour in NFW history. You want an autograph? Come find me. You want an interview? Come find me. You want a fight? Come find me. I’ll be at the arenas, but if you want the gold…you have to want it. You have to really, really want it. Then you have to take it off me, and I don’t think there’s a single man in this company who’s up for the job.”

“After wars with Impulse, Dorchester, and Dan Ryan, I have re-defined what it means to sacrifice for this title. I have literally given everything, and now you will too. If you want it, you will give what I have given. Every drop, every inch.”

“So to answer any questions regarding contenders, whether the next shot goes to Dan Ryan, or Eric Dane, the answer is NEITHER. F*ck them both. I’m not the one who robbed us of an overtime period, Dan. I’m not the one who dicked our fans out of their money’s worth. Eddie did that, so take it up with him. It’s going to eat at me bad, the fact that we have unfinished business. But the way I look at it, it’s on YOU to beat ME. You had two chances, and came up short twice. So hit the drawing board.”

“And Eric…until you wager what you need to wager, I’m going to let Eddie soak you dry for that shot. Keep my company, my ART, my NAMESAKE? Well then…politics is a b*tch, and so is dealing with the NFW front office. Good luck to you young man.”

(Stands up, shoves the stacks of money into a duffle bag full of clothes. Zips it up, slings the belt over his shoulder)

“Everybody knows, Leonard Cohen. Everybody knows what happens when you back a man like me into a corner. Everybody knows how many necks I’ve broke. Everybody knows I’m on a road to perdition. Looking to find what I’m trying to find and going to find it. And whatever it is, in Baltimore, I’m cutting it’s head off.”

(Opens a tissue, sneezes blood into it, shows the camera, drops it on the floor)

“At Futureshock, the champion RETURNS. Everybody knows…and that’s how it goes.”

(SCREEN FLASHES BLACK, GRAY, BLACK – FADEOUT) ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Blade" Kendall Codine ​

Wrestler Height

6'8" ​

Wrestler Weight

290 ​

Wrestler Age

41 ​

Theme Music

"Du Hast" by Rammstein ​

Wrestler's Finisher

1. The Guillotine Blade (Diamond Cutter)
2. The End (Crucifix Powerbomb)
3. The Codine Sedative (Tazzmission Chokeout) ​

Wrestler moveset

1. Heart Punch
2. Heart Kick
3. Throat Strike
4. DDT, Inverted Facelock
5. Chokeslam (from the 2nd rope)
6. Press Slam (overhead)
7. Suplex, Full Nelson
8. Hurricarana
9. Moonsault (top rope)
10. Camel Clutch
11. Leg Lock, Cloverleaf
12. Leg Lock, Indian Deathlock
13. Surfboard, Elevated
14. Choke Hold (Hangman's Tree from the 2nd rope) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

former member of the CSWA, GXW, SCW, HEW, and EHW ​

Brief Biography

http://blade_codine.tripod.com/history.html ​

Brief Roleplay

[Fade In: Sandy Springs, Georgia]

[April 7th, 2012....the location is the lockerroom of a Gold's Gym, roughly about 12 miles outside of Atlanta, Georgia. The camera pans in on a large figure, sitting on a bench, starring blankly at a letter that rests between his hands. The man is clearly aged, sporting long hair, that is peppered with shades of black and gray. His goatee is completely gray and his body displays the signs of father time taking its toll due to a rough life.]

The camera zooms in to focus on the title of the letter, which reads....

ULTRATITLE 2012

[The older gentleman sets the letter upon the floor and reaches into his open locker, pulling out a pair of black wrestling boots, a pair of black and purple tights, and a rusty hinged knee brace....all of which, show signs of not being used in years.]

[Suddenly, a younger man runs into the lockerroom and startles the older gentleman.]

Younger Man: "Dad, are you ready?

[The older gentleman looks at the ring attire that rests on the ground, then looks at his son.]

Older Gentleman: "No son, I'm not....

[The older gentleman then looks at the letter that he had obviously spent some time dwelling upon, then looks at his son with a smile upon his face before completing his sentence.]

Older Gentleman: "...but, you are!!"

[Both men exit the lockerroom together, as the camera fades to black.] ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Man Who Used to Fly High" Jack Harmen ​

Wrestler Height

6'0" ​

Wrestler Weight

224 ​

Wrestler Age

36 ​

Theme Music

"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Locomotive(Running Yakuza Kick) ​

Wrestler moveset

Hypothermia(Double Underhook Brainbuster)
Springboard Lou Thesz Press w/ Punches
Cold Snow(Neck Palmed Elevated DDT)
Flyerdriver(Michanoku Driver)
Peaceful Slumber(Elevated Boston Crab)
Super Blizzard(Ranhei)
Corkscrew Suplex
leg sweeping inverted ddt
Dragon SLEEP!(Dragon sleeper) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW, EPW ​

Brief Biography

Jack Harmen (Born December 17th, 1975), better known by his ring name High Flyer, is an American professional wrestler currently signed to the NFW & EPW. He is also a practicing trainer, promoter, Color Commentator and a current share-holder of ACW. He is on a paid by appearance contract for Championship Wrestling Association(CSWA).

Flyer initially came to prominence in Mexico, wrestling with the historic AAA federation. In 1998, High Flyer returned to the states to work numerous Philadelphia based independent promotions. In 1999, High Flyer signed a contract with the IGN affiliated Internet Wrestling Organization, where he eventually became the first man to win the promotion's "Grand Slam", a term loosely used backstage to describe winning each of the IWO's 8 major championships. Eventually, only two other individuals would accomplish this: AWS Man(Also Known as Bill) & Schitzo Todd.


In 2003, he joined the (now formerly) Disney run fans Wrestling Organization. He is one of the few individuals to hold any Heavyweight Championship for over one thousand days, winning the fWo World Heavyweight Championship in October of 2005 and losing it in May of 2009. He is a two time world champion. He is also an fWo Grand Slam Champion, having won the World, Internet, Cruiser-weight and tag team straps.


Throughout his career, High Flyer has been considered one of the greatest aerial artists in professional wrestling. He has the gimmick of a Snow Selling, Time Traveling Neighborhood Lunatic. He has played this persona as both a crowd favorite and a villain.

He is also one third of the successful freebird trio/tag team Team V.I.A.G.R.A. alongside his brother-in-law, Tony Davis and his manager/protégé Mary-Lynn Mayweather. They were once called the best tag team in PRIME's history, and are the only three time PRIME Tag Team Champions. They have held ten tag team championship reigns over four different promotions, the IWO, jOlt, and tSC.


Since 2010, High Flyer has taken a more lax approach to his career, wrestling only sporadically for NFW and EPW, and the occasional ACW or PRIME appearance. Flyer originally considered retirement in 2010, however, chose to continue wrestling with a lighter schedule. In 2011, Flyer wrestled primarily in NFW and EPW, winning the NFW National Championship over Rook Black at Supercrash III. In 2012, Tony Davis lost a match in EPW against Cameron Cruise that caused VIAGRA to be fired. VIAGRA is appealing the decision. In NFW, Jack Harmen is aligned with Nova, as part of "Superfly Express."

High Flyer is divorced with two kids(Greg Allocca Harmen, age 11 and Veronica Sarah Harmen, age 5). ​

Brief Roleplay

(STATIC. MULTIPLE CUTS BACK AND FORTH FROM THE ULTRA TITLE LOGO TO A GREEN SCREEN.)

(JACK HARMEN, standing in front of a green screen. The green screen behind him reflects various clips from past promotions, CSWA, NFW, EPW, FWO, ACW, IWO. Footage of Flyer's career in these illustrious promotions plays behind him.)

JACK HARMEN: I have done about everything I can in my career. Competed in TEAM Tournament of Champions. Challenged for just about every World Heavyweight Championship I could.

(Harmen smiles.)

JACK HARMEN: But until now, I've never had the pleasure of challenging for the Ultratitle. The most illustrious and prestigious prize in the game today is just a half a dozen battles, a warzone away.

I plan to make the most of my opportunity. To have the chance to kick Eli Flair's teeth down his throat ONE last time is more than enough motivation. To be able to get myself in the ring with Castor V. Strife, and show my moxy and my worth as a potential NFW World Champion challenger, to square off against DEACON, with the roar of the crowd behind us just as we did at NFW Brawl... oooh I get goosebumps at the thought. To avenge Dan Ryan powerbombing me through a table in CSWA to beat me in the Unified title tournament, to find out just who the hell Doc Silver THINKS he is...

(Harmen shrugs.)

JACK HARMEN: And our most dangerous enemy in this tournament may be a man known to none of us. Pete Whealon from Defiance could take it home. We could have the Ultratitle champion be Spooky Doom of all people. But what I know for sure is going to happen?

Whoever wins the Ultratitle, is going to have to beat me to a bloody pulp, tear me down and destroy me until I have nothing left to give. Whoever wins the Ultratitle isn't going to just beat me, they're going to have to kill me.

And hell, I may just kamikaze me and my opponent out of this thing if I see the chance. Depends who I get squared up against.

Personally? I'm hopin' for killjoy.

(FADE OUT.) ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Dream" Marcus Davis ​

Wrestler Height

6'3'' ​

Wrestler Weight

239 ​

Wrestler Age

28 ​

Theme Music

"The Dream Lives" Manami Hiro ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Kubi Jippa: Davis has his opponent on their stomach, he puts their legs in a figure four position, then he slips his left leg through before pulling up the opponent's upper body locking in a Dragon Sleeper, once the hold is locked in he places his knee over the leg crossed horizontally. This hold has never been escaped and is near impossible to be escaped from, an opponents only hope is to get to the ropes.

Sudden Stop: A 3/4 Turn Neckbreaker, Davis has used the move since 2001 and it has won him every championship to date. Davis can hit it out of any position. He has learned to rip him and his opponent down at such force, causing their forehead to hit first maximizing the maneuver. ​

Wrestler moveset

Sudden Awakening (Reverse DDT into a Reverse Bulldog across his knee)

Deep Sleep(Front Facelock into a quick Reverse DDT)

Last Thought: Double Leg Grapevine with all the pressure on the neck.

Unforgettable Dream: Double Underhook Into Cradle Piledriver

Rapid Fire Kicks(To Legs and Chest ending with a Jumping Extended Spin Kick to the chest)

Dual Hand Knife Edge Chop

Hard Forearms (Never Punches)

Believe In Your Dreams(Cartwheel Moonsault to the outside)

Pump Missile Dropkick

Russian Legsweep

Running Basement Dropkick to Knee

Camel Clutch(Hands Cusp around nose, making wrist to nose contact) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NJWF (Kayfabe ​

Brief Biography

http://ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/Marcus_Davis

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Brief Roleplay

*Open*

[Unlike many in his position, Marcus Davis does not have an ego. Born into wealth, owns a number of businesses, and will never have to worry about financial stability for the rest of his life. Something most wrestlers work their entire career to achieve.]

[Also unique to Marcus Davis, he is not satisfied. Why else would he continue to wrestle? After being in the industry for so long, why continue on? Why would Marcus Davis want to put his body through so much.]

[Marcus Davis recently returned to the NJWF full time, after a break which saw him film a movie. With all his other ventures, and success, to most wrestling would seem unnecessary.]

[To make it simple, Maurice Thompson loves wrestling. Period. Wrestling is his passion and he is living his "Dream". "The Dream" Marcus Davis feels he has a lot left to prove to the wrestling community. He has spent his career training, competing against the top talent, and striving towards his goals to prove to everyone in the world that nobody is better than he. That is why he stands before you right now.]

[Yes, "The Dream" Marcus Davis stands before a camera right now. He wears a white shirt with a finally pressed collar and a pair of blue jeans with a gym bag slung over his shoulder. Behind him is what looks to be a training facility. Kanji lettering appears on the building. Already having a successful year, Marcus Davis won the NJWF Cup in February and in late March finally realized one of his goals and won the BHC World Heavyweight Championship. He nods his head before beginning to speak. ]

"I would like to make this short, I am a big fan of competing in tournaments." A grin came over Marcus's face as he continued, "So after I was contacted about the Ultratitle tournament, there wasn't any hesitation on my part to have a few of my matches sent to them." He pauses briefly as the grin widens slightly.

"It's not about the half million dollar prize, the ULTRATITLE Championship, nor is it even about bragging rights. For me, this is all about the competition. The chance to compete against sixty three other wrestlers, that I have probably never been in the ring with before....The chance to make myself that much better. The chance to prove to myself and everyone in this sport, that nobody is better than myself."

Marcus begins counting off names with his hands as he speaks, "I've already heard the names of Dan Ryan, Pete Whealdon, Deacon, Eli Flair, and saw rumors that Vince Jacobs could be joining the tournament. I've heard all of the talk of who could possibly win and who doesn't have a chance."

Marcus waves his free hand slightly, "None of that is important." He says with a dismissive ton in his voice, "All that will truly matter is what happens in training facilities leading up to the tournament and what happens inside the ring. This has been the best year of my career so far, I don't plan on making my return to the states without anything but a victory."

Marcus nods his head in confidence, "If any of my future opponents are watching this and think otherwise..." Here it comes...

"You Can, Dream On..."

Dramatic pause, the competitive fire can be seen in his eyes.

"Loser."

*Fade* ​

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Wrestler Name

Joey Melton ​

Wrestler Height

6'0 ​

Wrestler Weight

218 ​

Wrestler Age

48 ​

Theme Music

- ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Figure Four ​

Wrestler moveset

blah ​

Leagues Currently Active In

- ​

Brief Biography

It's Joey Melton. ​

Brief Roleplay

Your Mom. ​

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Wrestler Name

Azreal ​

Wrestler Height

7'0 ​

Wrestler Weight

305 ​

Wrestler Age

36 ​

Theme Music

"Hunt You Down" by Saliva ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Redemption: Bicycle Kick
Last Rites: Tazmission
Kevlar Test: Chokeslam ​

Wrestler moveset

Spinebuster
Powerbomb
Sidewalk Slam
Face Wash
Running Senton
Snap Powerslam
Fireman's Carry Slam
Running Powerslam (British Bulldog Style)
Scoop Slam
Stinger Splash
Gorilla Press Slam
Big Boot ​

Leagues Currently Active In

FMW, LPW ​

Brief Biography

After the death of his brother, Azreal turned to a life of vigilantism, throwing away everything that kept him human in his hunt for blood. After a few years, Azreal was arrested and served his time peacefully before rejoining the outside world as a wrestler. ​

Brief Roleplay

The camera shows us an older woman seated behind a desk with short gray hair and a harried expression. The light of the setting sun streaming through a window threw shadows on her wrinkled face. On the wall behind her, we see a large golden seal with the words “Saint Mary’s Secure Psychiatric Institution” emblazoned on it. The woman glanced around the room and then began scrutinizing the file on the table in front of her.

“All right gentlemen, if we can hold it together for just a while longer, this is the last item on the agenda for the week. Madame secretary, would you please bring in the next case.”
A small rumbling of approval echoes around the room as the camera pans out, revealing that the woman was seated in the middle of a semi-circular table. Each of the other seats are filled by elderly gentlemen, who as the day drew to a close, appeared exhausted, albeit pleased that they were so close to the end. In the corner of the room, a young woman stood up and moved towards the doors. As she disappeared through the doors, several of the men seated around the table gave each other weary smiles, smiles that quickly vanished as she re-appeared with two men. The two well-dressed men took seats directly in front of the older woman, who was obviously in charge. Silence followed for several moments until the woman cleared her throat and began to read.

“Unless I’m mistaken, this is a request by patient 10914, known only by the alias Azreal, to seek employment outside the facility. He claims to have approached a company called Lords of Pain Wrestling immediately prior to his arrest and was offered a job. Since Saint Mary’s takes great care with it’s patients, his request has come to the Board of Directors. Joining us now are his primary psychiatrist, Dr. Thomas Gates and the legal representative of Lord of Pain Wrestling, Mr. Henry Cable. Later, the patient himself will be joining us”

The men nodded as their names were read.

“Now, before we begin, I must legally inform you, Mr. Cable, that the man you intend to hire, Azreal, is a convicted felon who was judged unfit to join the general population of any prison. He was admitted here for psychiatric analysis and has, as of yet, been deemed unable to re-join society.”

The man on the left, a dark and somber man in a well-tailored suit, rose.

“Madame Chairwoman, I am well aware of this, and Lords of Pain Wrestling has accepted legal responsibility for any and all crimes committed while Azreal is a member of our roster.”

With a curt nod, the chairwoman returned to her file. Flipping to the next page, she looked up to the other man to have entered the room, Dr. Gates.

“ Now then, Dr. Gates, would you please give us the psychological profile of Azreal, as he was when he was first admitted.”

The doctor, a short, pudgy man easily in his fifties, rose and, smoothing out the tie of his suit, began to recite his original diagnosis.

“As the Board is very well aware, I was placed in charge of constructing Azreal’s profile, since then I have remained his primary psychologist and his primary care-taker. When he first arrived, I had some incredible difficulties to overcome. You see, in whatever life he had before re-making himself as Azreal, he must have had extensive training in psychology. For days, he would turn my own questions against me, attempting, I believe, to assert himself as the dominant mind in the room. Over the course of the next several days, seemingly desperate for a challenge, began to reveal details of his motivations. From there, it was a relatively simple matter to diagnose him. It is my professional opinion that upon his admittance to our facility he suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, which manifested itself through an extended period of dissociative fugue.“

Noticing that the lawyer had a confounded expression, he went on to explain.

“In layman’s terms, Azreal suffered a massively traumatic event, which drove him insane. His trauma eventually manifested itself by making him forget everything. He has no memory of the event, no memory of his entire life up to his psychotic break. With no memory of his life, he constructed a new identity for himself. For reasons unknown to me, he re-imagined himself as a crime-fighter, a man hell-bent on saving people from the evils of man. I honestly believe that Azreal has absolutely no recollection of who he was before the incident.”

The Board, which had been listening intently, began to shout questions. The chairwoman quickly restored order and gestured for the man next to her to speak.

“Now Dr. Gates, in your opinion, is Azreal a danger to himself, or those around him?”

Pausing for a second, Gates seemed to struggle with himself before coming to a decision.

“To himself? Absolutely not, he is far too driven an individual to harm himself in any way. Is he a danger to others? That’s slightly more complicated. If he believes that an individual is, in his opinion, “evil”, then I do believe that he would harm them. However, I believe that he poses little danger to the public at large.”

“Very well, does anyone else have questions?”

Another, much smaller, surge of voices rose up, and this time a man on the other side of the room stood.

“Doctor, that was his initial diagnosis, correct? Has there been any change?”

“Attempts to restore his memory have been unsuccessful, however, other symptoms have emerged. Early on, his roommate reported that Azreal had spent several hours the night before talking to himself. That could have been him simply thinking things through, or it could have been delusions. There is no way to know for sure, he was unwilling to talk about it at our next session.”

This time, when he finished, there was silence. Eventually the man on the far right, the youngest member of the Board, spoke.

“I am aware of the company who have offered this job, and they put forth an extremely violent product. No offense Mr. Cable. I’m merely expressing concern over sending our potentially most dangerous patient into a career where he will receive plenty of opportunities to inflict pain upon another human being.”

“I don’t believe you have to worry about that. Azreal does not enjoy inflicting great pain upon others. If you’ll notice, every single person he was accused of killing were killed as quickly and painlessly as possible. He doesn’t hurt people, he kills them. I believe that wrestling will be only a positive experience for him, allowing him to vent his frustrations in a constructive manner.”

In the silence that followed, he returned to his seat. The board members began to mumble to each other before the Chair called for order.

“All right, if you two would please excuse us, the Board has much to discuss.”

Both men got to their feet, nodded and walked out the door.

***************2 hours later***********************
The scene re-opens in the same room, where the Board members, looking even more haggard than before, are seated across from three men. Two of them we’ve seen before, Mr. Cable and Dr. Gates, but it is the third man who is the center of attention. Having declined a chair, he stood solidly between the other two. At 7’2” he was impressive sight to see, and at just over 300 lbs, he was truly intimidating. If they had met him in the street, every person in that room would have been scared, but when you add in the knowledge that this man had killed, and killed often, you had a man that, even handcuffed, still terrified them.

“Have you reached a decision?”

A collective chill ran around the table as his icy voice cut through them. His piercing gray eyes scanned the room and his thin mouth curved up into a smirk as only the chairwoman had the stomach to meet his gaze. He knew the power his presence had, and used it to his full advantage. Not one person in that room had the stomach to confront him, and they all knew it. Since no one had answered his question, he asked again.

“Do I get to take the job?”

This time the chairwoman responded.

“Certain members of the board were adamant that you not be allowed outside of these walls in any form whatsoever. However, upon rigorous debate, we have achieved a compromise. You shall be allowed to wrestle for Lords of Pain Wrestling, but under a few conditions. You will be allowed out of these walls with an armed escort in order to work, but after every event, you are to return here. During your matches, an armed guard will wait backstage to ensure that you don’t get out of hand, and any time in which you are not wrestling, you are to be handcuffed. No exceptions. Do you agree to abide by these terms?”

“I do” ​

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[Eastwood]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Jack Eastwood ​

Wrestler Height

6'8 ​

Wrestler Weight

280 ​

Wrestler Age

23 ​

Theme Music

"Sound Of Madness" by Shinedown ​

Wrestler's Finisher

BOOM!: Inverted Steiner Screwdriver ​

Wrestler moveset

[Repeated] Flying Knee Strike to the face
[Chain-Wrapped] Rainbow Toss into Object (Turnbuckle, Steel Steps, Guardrail, etc)
Inverse Boston Crab/Leg Full Nelson Combination
Inverted Facelock into Fireman’s Carry Spinebuster
Chokeslam Backbreaker
Varied Suplexes (X, German, Vertical Stalling, Snap, etc)
Cactus Clothesline
Kesagiri Chop
Varied [Chain-Wrapped] Powerbombs (Full Nelson, Sitout, Flipping, Jacknife, etc)
MMA Skills (Muay Thai, Capoeira, Baji Quan, etc)
Running Big Boot
Varied DDTs (Spike, Elevated, Evenflow, Inverted etc) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

FATE, FMW, HardKore World ​

Brief Biography

http://ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/Jack_Eastwood ​

Brief Roleplay

The camera fades in on a frozen wasteland, the snow being whipped across sheets of crystalline ice by gusting wind. The viewpoint follows the path of the gale down, to where a thin waft of bluish-green smoke joins the wind, a steady flow poisoning the air with carcinogens. The source of this smoke is one Jack Eastwood, who stands atop a tower balcony, shirtless despite the elements.

He rubs his scarred torso absently, feeling the chill of the midmorning. He takes a drag from the joint between his nicotine-stained fingers, examining the smoke that leaks from both ends. His nose twitches as more smoke pours from his nostrils, emptying into the atmosphere. Lips twitch as the strength of the weed hits him and he smiles wanly. With a flick of his fingers, the stub arcs out into the cold air and is whipped away. Jack simply stands there, watching.

My name... is Jack Eastwood.

I'm sure that you're wondering who I am – well, allow me to introduce myself. I am twenty-three, from Blackpool, England, and I'm... well, not a very nice guy. As you can plainly see, I'm a smoker... and not just of tobacco. I do a lot of drugs... I deal them too. But I should point something out. Come with me.

He leads the camera off the balcony, down a set of spiral stairs into a vast hall where several people lurk, working, talking, relaxing. Jack coughs, announcing his presence to the group. They nod and smile, before returning to their activities.

What you stand in is the main hall of my Asylum. This is where my main operation exists and also where I live; not to mention the people that I let live here if they work for me.

With a motion of his hand he walks forward, towards a table piled with a while powder. He licks his finger absently, dipping the moist digit down before running it back along his teeth.

Mm-hmm... that's some good ****, you lot. Get it shipped out as soon as, yeah?

The head of the table, a fierce-looking young woman with black hair, nods at Jack.

Yes, Sir.

Jack pinches his brow and shakes his head.

You know I hate that. Call me Jack.

She blushes, turning her face away.

Sorry.

Eastwood cracks a smile at her before moving on, past others in his palatial residence, towards the kitchen. He approaches the fridge, pulling out a large can of beer, cracking it open and finding a seat, the sun finally poking its head through the clouds to break through the window.

So... why am I in this tournament?

Selfish reasons, mostly. I'm the sort of person who likes to be noticed. I mean, look at me. I'm noticeable at six foot eight anyway, not to mention I look like I could knock your teeth down your throat just by looking at you.

He takes a sip of his beer, pondering.

Probably could, actually.

It doesn't matter who you stick in front of me. I'll kick their head in. And half a million isn't to be sniffed at, let's be honest.

Either way, I am Jack Eastwood...

And consider yourselves on notice.​

​

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[RStrawsma]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Rezin (real name Erik Black) ​

Wrestler Height

5'10" ​

Wrestler Weight

228 ​

Wrestler Age

28 ​

Theme Music

"Master of Alchemy" by Electric Wizard ​

Wrestler's Finisher

- The Rezin Hit - Standing shiranui, or more popularly known as the Asai DDT. In the standard set-up, typically following a Rezinrana, he stands with his feet apart, fists clenched to his sides, and back facing the opponent... then a devilish grin spreads on his face as he senses the opponent rising to his feet, moments away from stumbling blindly into a trap. Alternatively, it makes a great desperation counter on an opponent trying to grab him from behind.

- The Cottonmouth - Similar to Foley’s Mandible Claw, only applied from behind, with the index and ring fingers pinching a nerve on the roof of the mouth while simultaneously pulling the head back. The traditional form comes with an arm locked into a chickenwing and the body painfully contorted backwards in a seated surfboard stretch, but he’s known to get creative with this hold, sometimes applying the Cottonmouth in conjunction with body scissors, a camel clutch, a cobra clutch, a crossface, or even a Boston Crab. Sometimes this will follow the execution of the Resin Hit, but more likely, he’ll just surprise the opponent with a couple nasty fingers jammed into their mouth when they least expect it. ​

Wrestler moveset

- Any form or combination of kicks
- Missile Dropkick
- Pentagram Choke
- Enziguri
- Facebuster DDT
- One-Handed Bulldog
- Rolling Fireman's Carry Slam
- Hurricanrana (a.k.a. Rezinrana)
- Roundhouse Kick (a.k.a. Damascus Heel)
- Moonsault (a.k.a. Dark Side of the Moonsault)
- Powerbomb to Sit-out Facebuster (a.k.a. Black Hole Bomb)
- Black Poison Mist (a.k.a. Resinous Mist) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

EPW ​

Brief Biography

Full Bio on EPW

Erik Black has been an active wrestler for nearly ten years across various promotions. His major claim to fame was becoming the first-ever EPW Tag Team Champion with his longtime partner Ivan Dalkichev back in 2006 as the Crimson Calling. Shortly after, Black disappeared for a hiatus, only to resurface under the name "Dopesmoker" and boasting a new habit of smoking copious amounts of weed. Sometime near the end of 2011, the Dopesmoker gimmick was "hijacked" by a darker and more evil persona known as Rezin, which Black has insisted on being called ever since. As Rezin, he's embarked on a directionless path of complete destruction, resenting championships and symbols of greatness in an effort to bring the entire industry down to "his" level. ​

Brief Roleplay

This was my last Rezin promo for EPW. Kind of a half-assed effort, but it qualifies as brief.

CUE UP: "The Cry of Melora" by Black Cobra.)

(FADE IN: The camera opens on what appears to be your standard EPW banner backdrop, only it's splattered in a black, viscous substance. The famed Escape Artist of professional wrestling stands before the backdrop, greeting the camera with his back.)

Rezin
Karl... Otaku... can I let you guys in on a secret?

(He turns around to face the camera, revealing that he's in the middle of smoking a one-hitter packed with even more resin. Black smoke seeps through the cracks of his teeth as his jagged grin finds the camera.)

Rezin
Being the Tag Team Champions of Empire Pro in this day of age is hardly anything to be proud about, and the only reason you guys even carry those belts is because there's nobody left to challenge you.

I mean, look at the sad state of affairs that is EPW's once illustrious tag division: Team VIAGRA is gone... Eddie Burns and Layne Winters are missing in action... and the Dangle Brothers have made it clear they're only interested in singles ventures. The competition just isn't there anymore... and rather than looking like a dominant team, you guys look like two sad chumps with nothing better to do than to grudgingly step in and fill a void.

New teams will always come, but they will always quickly go, because it's been sickeningly obvious to everyone for years... the tag scene here at Empire is a JOKE.

I guess that makes you two a couple of regular comedians.

(He chuckles with excessive delight, making a dry and raspy sound that is unpleasant on the ears.)

Rezin
Honestly, I have to ask... what's even the point in carrying those titles? What REWARD is there in saying you represent this federation's once esteemed tag division?

It's not 2004 anymore. Max and Jecht are gone, and still people call ME the quitter. The competition won't ever come back, and every day you guys waste as Tag Team Champions, you miss out on time that could be better spent doing more productive things in that ring.

At Aggression 64, I gave you the guys the opportunity to free yourselves of the burden of carrying those titles. I gave YOU, Karl Brown, the chance to go back to doing something USEFUL with your career in this federation... and I gave YOU, Otaku, the chance to do something on your own. All you had to do was lay the belts on the mat and walk away... THAT'S IT! Nothing hard or complicated about that. Yet still, the two of you stubbornly rejected my offer...

Unfortunately, that was the one and only freebie you'll ever get out of me. From here on out, the sh*t gets real... and as long as you remain champions from this point on, wasted time off your career will be the LEAST of your concerns.

You guys have have gotten through one-on-one encounters with the likes of 'Nark and me in the past... but the both of us together? We're like Hurricane Katrina and the Hiroshima bombing all wrapped together into one big package of destructive power! We don't "waltz" over anybody -- we friggin' STEAMROLL their b*tch-asses!

It doesn't really matter if the titles are on the line or not. Once that bell rings, all you guys should be worrying about is SURVIVING to the next show! If we don't break your bodies, we'll break your MINDS... and we'll see how much longer you'll go on as champs when the realization sets in that your only rewards will be pain and suffering.

(He lets out another raspy chuckle, like nails on a chalkboard, and after taking another hit from his onie, we slowly fade to black.) ​

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[BWade]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Kevin Watson ​

Wrestler Height

5'10" ​

Wrestler Weight

242 ​

Wrestler Age

35 ​

Theme Music

Waylon Jennings - "Outlaw Sh*t" ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Tap Out Suplex (Cobra Clutch Overhead Suplex)
The Tap Out (Submission; Cobra Clutch w/ Leg Scissors) ​

Wrestler moveset

Cobra Clutch Bulldog
Released Northern Lights Suplex
Belly to Belly 90 Degree Overhead Suplex
Belly to Back Overhead Release Suplex
Snap German Release Suplex
Drop Toe Hold (w/ Chair Option)
Snap DDT
Moonsault or Suicide Dive (Outside)
Russian Leg Sweep
Drop Kick
Top Rope Elbow Smash
Crucifix Arm Bar
Half Crab
Clover Leaf Leglock ​

Leagues Currently Active In

Independent Circuit ​

Brief Biography

Having found fortune and what some would call fame in the MWC in the late 90’s, with his brother; Lone Wolf and his half brother and MWC commissioner; Nemesis, Kevin Watson appropriately felt as if the days of territory hopping and trips to the far east had been finally put behind him. Title reigns, locker room pull, and a perpetual new breed of the good old boys club was the order of the day. Even taking advantage of the talent swap being enjoyed by CSWA and MWC in those days, these simple kids from Texas were living large and in grand excess.

Alas, it all fell down. As all things do.

Kevin’s career, much like his personal life to this point, became no more than a comedy of errors. The catalyst of this downward spiral came with the supposed intervention and blatant ousting from his camp of miscreants known as Manifest Destiny who plagued the MWC in those times. Tossed aside by his brother and feeling his time in MWC had possibly drawn to a close; he focused his alignment fully to that of his half brother Nemesis upon his eventual release from a rehabilitation facility for the clinically disturbed. This proved be no more than another misstep in a long line of professional and private mistakes.

Nemesis had been recently ousted by the newly reorganized and reformatted MWC, and had taken back to the ring in CSWA; touting his reputation as a former Greensboro Champion. Kevin followed suit claiming to have seen the proverbial writing on the wall. In all actuality, as far as the MWC’s new management was concerned, no one from the infamous Manifest Destiny was welcome in they’re promotion any longer.
The CSWA, on the other hand, was happy to see the return of Nemesis; even if it meant Watson becoming more of a permanent fixture. Nemesis would convince Kevin to make yet another mistake and they would align themselves with the likes of Apocalypse and Deacon as underlings in the UnHoly. That short lived revival would prove problematic as well. Nemesis’ mind would soon go and his affections turned to that of an inanimate object. Leaving Kevin guilty by association and tossed to the side for Nemesis’ overall lack of mental preparedness to carry out the wishes of they’re new found brotherhood.

Shortly there after; Kevin would be let go from the CSWA due to contractual disagreements off camera and would return to the pages of obscurity for a number of years.

The later months of 2006 however, would give way to a second; maybe third chance for Kevin. The CSWA attempted a grand gesture to reclaim the prominence it once held in the world of professional wrestling known simply as the Gold Rush. Accepting all challengers; Kevin took the opportunity and returned as, albeit illegitimate, a prodigal son.

Placing third in the Gold Rush landed Kevin with the Greensboro Championship that his half brother once carried alongside his beloved steel chair. Kevin viewed this as a new beginning to what felt like an old career. Although, fate would once again frown on Kevin with the CSWA grinding to a screeching halt after loosing they’re long running television deal in 2009.

Kevin would return to the independent scene as the reigning and presumably last Greensboro Champion and burn the next three years in relative obscurity. ​

Brief Roleplay

"One word; ULTRATITLE!" Jackson Klein's voice screeched over the phone.

Kevin Watson held the receiving end of that phone in the back of a high school gym in Poughkeepsie, New York. He just finished his only match of the night in front of the packed sixty seat crowd and reluctantly decided to return a missed call from his absentee attorney and manager. "That sounds like two words, Klein." Kevin replied as he kneel down to unlace his boots. "And honestly, I'm not sure 'Ultra' constitutes as a word to begin with."

Kevin hadn't spoken to Jackson in a few months and their communication, post the closure of the CSWA, had all but effectively ended. Kevin was well aware that Jackson's council, three years ago, was sound yet he still seemed to harbor some resentment toward his wayward attorney for the way things turned out. After falling from grace in the late nineteen nineties the Gold Rush tournament appeared to be his ticket back to the top. Initially, everything went according to plan.

Securing the Greensboro title in the mega-event, that would become the CSWA's last major event, had land him on a show by show contract granting Kevin employment as long as he remained the champion. He successfully defended his title twice, and after a double count out against Troy Douglas, was set to defend at Fish Fund. Which as the annals of this time tested sport will prove, never happened.

Kevin would find himself, mere months later, right back where he started. Japan and Mexico made the pay days and the life support driven independent scene in America would get him by week to week using "the Last Greensboro Champion" to raise his guarantee. Even with the extra draw and pay that flashing the shiny piece of history in bingo parlors and National Guard Armories would bring in ... it still wasn't much.

"Semantics, Kev'! This is your ticket right here! Every major promotion in the country will be after the final four of this tournament! It's the ..." Jackson ranted until interrupted.

"Don't say what I think you going to." Kevin warned while changing from his in ring boots to his nearly identical personal boots.

Jackson continues, "... Gold Rush on steroids! That was nothing compared to this Kev'! That was a last ditch effort to save a failing company! This ..." Jackson chuckles confidently, "This is the ticket. A time tested industry standard featuring only the best of the best! You wouldn't believe some of the names coming out the wood work for this one!"

"Spare me, Klien." Kevin groaned. "Look, I don't have the time or the luxury to break off of this Northeast tour. That is what keeps the light on, if you don't remember, not the CSWA, the Gold Rush, or any other pyramid scheme you can come up with."

"Kev' ... I am telling you, this is the one! Look, I'll front you whatever your take up there is right now for twenty percent of what you draw the first year after this tournament!" Jackson bargained with his disgruntled former client.

Kevin took a quick moment to look around and take in his less then meager employment status as he shoved his gear in to his duffel bag.

"Ten percent, on anything I earn above last year's overall take." Kevin snapped back.

"Fifteen."

"Twelve point five."

Klein slowed the mounting pace with a pause for thought and responded, "I'm firm on fifteen."

"Fine, take it. I won't gross dollar one beyond last year. Fifteen of zero is always zero, Klein." Kevin insisted.

Klein's opportunistic nature urged him one last time; "Well, then let's call it twenty."

"Don't push it." Kevin barked.

"Deal. I'll contact the ..."

Kevin hung up the phone and dropped in his bag. He grabbed meal ticket from the seat next to him and placed the title belt of former glory in the top of his bag before zipping it up before he would ascend to his feat and exit the gym with a lot to consider. ​

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[JLevinson]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Anarky ​

Wrestler Height

6'0" ​

Wrestler Weight

239 ​

Wrestler Age

36 ​

Theme Music

"More Human Than Human" by White Zombie ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Chaos Breaker (two-armed reverse neckbreaker) ​

Wrestler moveset

Mostly a brawler who throws a lot of fists, eye gouges, etc. Implant DDT, flying forearm, piledriver, brainbuster, swinging neckbreaker, eye gouge, lariat, inverted DD. Rare high flying moves like hurricanranas. Not afraid to break the rules. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

EPW ​

Brief Biography

Biography can generally be found here: http://www.fwrestling.com/showthread.php?19114-Anarky

Not updated for most recent run (and loss) of EPW World Heavyweight Title. ​

Brief Roleplay

(FADEIN to an EPW Logo. Nothing more, nothing less. Before it stands Anarky. He's smiling.)

ANARKY: So the time has come, once again... for the ULTRATITLE to be awarded.

A title steeped in history and controversy. Half-truths and legends. The crowned pinnacle of wrestling... of a joke of the industry. Hard to say.

Not my place to say. Nothing more than an opportunity... to make another mark. To touch the business... perhaps for the last time.

For years I turned my back on the ULTRATITLE. I found the idea contrived and unnecessary. Nothing more than a lightning rod for controversy.

And now... now all these years later... what has changed.

Nothing, really. The names change but everything else stays the same. We are what we are.

To me, this is just another opportunity to go into that ring with the best and brightest... and make them realize what worthless walking cadavers they all are. To remind them of their humility, their humanity...

Yes, this tournament will be full of the best and brightest. But it will also be full of egomaniacs and children.

And me.

Time will tell who is worthy.

The rest... ? They will find cold reality in that ring... and if I'm the one to bring it to them, well...

... you won't hear me complaining.

(FADEOUT.)​

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[Justin]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Only Star" Eric Dane ​

Wrestler Height

6'4" ​

Wrestler Weight

245 ​

Wrestler Age

39 ​

Theme Music

"The One You Love to Hate" by Rob Halford ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Stardriver: Stalling Brainbuster DDT
Stardriver II: Super-Brainbuster onto top turnbuckle ​

Wrestler moveset

Knife-edge Chops
Machine Gun Chops
Back Elbows
Rolling Elbow
Running Knee
Back Suplex
Side Suplex
Tiger Suplex
Gargoyle Suplex
Machine Suplex
Ocean Cyclone Suplex
Shining Star (knee-brace assisted Shining Wizard)

Strike Style:
Dane is a heavy-handed, hard hitter. He prefers elbows and chops to outright punches, but has no problem breaking down into pure fisticuffs. Chop/Elbow combinations in the corner are a favorite, along with rapid fire "machine-gun" chops and Roaring Elbows. He likes a good knockout, and will go out of his way to KTFO an opponent if given the chance. He often ends matches with a Shining Wizard that he likes to use due to a heavy titanium brace he wears on his right knee.

Grapple Style:
Dane has trained in the Japanese Strong Style, and there was a time when his entire arsenal was one suplex/headdrop after another. As he's gotten older and his body's been through more wear and tear he's learned to rely more on strikes and simple throws, he is still known to break out some ridiculously named head droppy suplexes from time to time.

Cheating Style:
Dane will hit anyone with anything. He will use any shortcut, from eye gouges to low blows, foreign objects to stomping on fingers. The sad part is, he doesn't have to cheat, he just seems to like to. Plus, it generally frustrates stronger opponents. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW (wrestler), DEFIANCE (owner) ​

Brief Biography

Eric Dane used to be a big deal, somewhere else.

He's a two-time Hall of Famer, garnering entrance into the Hallowed Halls of both World (fantasy) Wrestling Alliance and National (e)Wrestling Alliance umbrella organizations. He won six total inter-promotional World Titles (4x WWA, 2x NWA) and countless regional titles over a career that spanned almost two decades before he walked away from the ring in 2008 to begin work on his own promotion.

From 2009 to the present, Dane has been the end-all be-all BAWS of DEFIANCE Wrestling, but late in 2011 he returned to in-ring competition in the New Frontier Wrestling promotion. The NFW saw him return to his old ways, alienating himself from his peers, lying and cheating his way up the rankings, and he's now currently hot in contention of Castor V. Strife's World Championship. It should be noted that he swindled Strife's production company (Castor Strife Productions) out from under the champion as a way to leverage himself into an as-of-yet unreceived title match.

With the return of the ULTRATITLE, Eric Dane finds himself in a position that he's very familiar, standing against a field of over fifty of the best wrestlers to ever grace the ring. Twice in the past (2003, 2006) Dane won the WfWA's prestigious Summer Games tournament, and he's looking at a chance to add yet another feather in his cap in the form of the Ultratitle, along with the opportunity to knock off a few legends that he's never squared off with along the way. ​

Brief Roleplay

I hadn’t spoken to any of them since we’d left the First Niagra arena.

I left as soon as the show ended, taking Castor Strife’s personal car, a sleek black Lexus, back to the private airport where Strife’s private plane had been parked since yesterday. Angus knew better than to have even attempted to break the silence, and I think Kelly already knew where all of this was going, she simply sat with her head down, silent and defeated.

The flight back to Hollywood was the very definition of uneventful.

We got home, and I slept.

I don’t know what they did, I don’t care.

When I finally felt like dealing with them, I called them all into Castor’s office, my office, where I sat like a conquering warrior on the World Champion’s throne.

Magnus stood directly to my left, his neck brace gone just like his loyalty to Castor Strife. He was a mountainous man, too big to even describe. The tattoos and piercings and all around aura of terroristic intent would have made him unnerving to have around.

That is, if I had nerves to be shaken.

Alex Austin wasn’t there. He was on the premises, but I hadn’t yet decided how or when I felt like dealing with the little whelp, and this was more about family business.

About house cleaning.

Castor and Lana were nowhere to be found, of course, only idiots actually thought that Castor being under my “employ” was what this was all about. I could honestly give a sh*t less where he and the skank were holed up, Castor’s time was coming, but there was no reason to be in any kind of rush about it.

Kelly sat directly opposite of me, her eyebrows gone along with her generally spicy demeanor. She’d been through an ordeal at the hands of Rook Black and company, and she wasn’t quite over it yet. She would get through it, of this I am certain. Kelly Evans is a big girl.

Angus, in his chair, had been curiously quiet.

“I think you both know what this is about.” Neither of them said a word. “The New Frontier is finally taking me seriously, and the collateral damage, that is you two, is starting to mount up.”

Neither of them said a word.

“It’s time, I think, to go to the next level.”

Kelly bowed her head, like I said, she knew where this was going. Angus cocked an eyebrow. He’d been with me for a lot of years, but he’d never been to the trenches with me when it became serious business time. He’d been reaping the rewards of my reputation for half a decade, well, now he was paying for all those perks.

“Get the studio ready.”

Angus nodded, Kelly met my gaze. There was love there, some kind of strange, mutated version of love anyway. She’d been through all of this before, albeit on the other side. She’d been with me for more than ten years, she’d been through a lot of the muck with me and with our crew. She’s seen me at my best...

...at my worst.

“I’ve got something to say to some people in the New Frontier.”

Hard days were ahead, of that much I was sure. What I couldn’t be sure of was whether or not the New Frontier was ready to deal with the kind of threats that I bring to the table. They think it’s all about the money, or the power.

The prestige.

Very few people would be prepared to deal with me over the next few months. Castor has an idea, Dan Ryan I’m fairly sure would already have it figured out, if he cared. I doubted that very highly. Impulse, for all of his faults, might just understand and be ready.

The rest of them...

Cattle, mooing their way up the ramp, blissfully unaware of the sledgehammer that I had waiting for them at the other end of the line. I could hardly contain the giddiness that I had at the prospect of teaching this overrated bunch of fanboys just exactly what it means to go to war with the Only Star. ​

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[Seymour Almasy]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Orphan ​

Wrestler Height

5'7" ​

Wrestler Weight

185 ​

Wrestler Age

31 ​

Theme Music

"Winterborn (Sacrificial Acoustic Remix)" by the Cruxshadows ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Merciless Judgment: Running punt to the temple. ​

Wrestler moveset

- Rolling koppou kick
- Springboard elbowdrop
- High-jumping double stomp to the abdomen
- Abdominal stretch, accentuated with punches.
- Spinning backfist, aiming for the opponent’s nose.
- Top rope front dropkick, thrown to an opponent’s knees.
- Crucifix-style Lungblower.
- Inverted Death Valley Driver into the corner. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

ACW ​

Brief Biography

[URL]http://acw.ewtorch.com/forum/index.php?topic=525.0[/url] contains all of the relevant information. ​

Brief Roleplay

Short, but basic summation of motivation and who he is in first person. Figured better to do that then use something unrelated:


For seven years, my name was synonymous with Primetime Central. I was its posterboy, its target, its self-proclaimed Tournament God. And though the luster faded from that title over the years, my record in PTC events did not.

I am its only three-time Global Champion. The only man in its history to win two of its tournaments. A man who was feared from the day I arrived in Primetime Central to the day I left.
If that was all the story, you’d have reason to fear me.

But…no. I came to All-Star Championship Wrestling in 2004 to make a name for myself outside of PTC’s comforting walls. I became a two-time ACW World Champion, an End Game winner, and one of the most famous athletes in the history of that company as well.

And then, in 2009, it discarded me like a used tissue, my accomplishments forgotten. I became a footnote in history, a sacrificial lamb for the continued survival and success of the company.

That was okay, though. Because every single time the wrestling industry has cast me out, I have come back. I have reinvented myself. I have come back stronger than I was.

The dominant PTC champion of 2003 begat the ACW up and comer of 2004, who begat the top star of 2005 and 2009. In turn, when that man was extinguished, the man, the Orphan you see before you now stands in his stead.

I have won virtually every championship that I have set my mind to. Now, alongside Keith Scott Zimmerman, I seek to make ACW burn to the ground.

But that which ACW fans do not understand is that the company made me that way. Deep inside of me beats the heart of the champion who rose to the top of the wrestling world. Beneath Orphan’s face paint lurks the pride of Seymour
Almasy.

And for Orphan or for Seymour Almasy, no prize looms larger than the Ultratitle.

Behold, a fallen hero's quest for the one holy grail to elude him.

I will have it. We will have it.

By any and all means necessary. ​

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[Jaguar]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Jaguar ​

Wrestler Height

6'3" ​

Wrestler Weight

275 ​

Wrestler Age

45 ​

Theme Music

"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N Roses ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Jaguar Drop. A modified back suplex. Jaguar lifts his opponent up from behind and drops them suplex style on their neck or head. ​

Wrestler moveset

Gorilla Press
Powerslam
Clothesline
Top rope splash
Neckbreaker
Backbreaker
Flatliner
Superplex
Classical Vertical Suplex
Powerbomb ​

Leagues Currently Active In

ICW, PGW, GOW ​

Brief Biography

The pride and hall of famer of Competitive Championship Wrestling (1997-2001), Jaguar is the classic gimmicked face, always winning the hearts of the crowd with his animalistic behavior, and will to win. After a long wrestling stint in the late 90's, Jaguar hung up his boots to become a family man, with a wife and two children, now about to head to college. Due to the recent economic decline in the United States, Jaguar is now forced to step back into the ring after a 10 year retirement, and at the current age of 45 must get back into shape, relearn the ring, and fight against men half his age.


Jaguar wears long black wrestling trunks with his name written in chicken scratch on the legs. Black boots, taped wrists, and a black velvet mask in the shape of a Jaguar face that covers his face (forehead to upper lip), exposed beard and long light brown hair.


At 45, he still has a musular figure but with a weathered, older look.
​

Brief Roleplay

1000 of 3000 word rp

[The screen opens up to a slow motion view of a dinner plate being smashed into a wall. The shards make marks against the wall and fall to a hardwood floor. The action movies to normal motion, the camera flips into the living room of Jaguar's home. He is on one side of the room, his wife, Laura on the other. The expression on the woman's face shows an expression of anger.]



Laura: You're full of ****, Jag!



Jag: Typical! It's never good enough!



Laura: Oh, here we go again, the 'its never good enough' bit.



Jag: What? I'm making **** up? I bust my ass to get back into shape and get back into the ring to make some money for this family because you complain about how we have no more money. Then you're against it. Then things start going good, money comes in. Then you have a problem with injuries I have. I work harder to prevent them, now you have a problem with the way I'm ****ing conducting myself? Are you kidding me?



Laura: Yes! I have a problem with the way you're conducting yourself, Jag! Since when do you make deals with people like P.T.?



Jag: The bills are paid, aren't they? What more do you want?! Why you being such a -



Laura: Such a what? A *****? Is that what you were going to say?



Jag: I didn't say anything, don't put words in my mouth!



Laura: Oh, I'll put words into your mouth! At least the ones that should be coming out, like, "No, I don't take bribes, I'm better than that" or "I can do this on my own". The kind of words that would come out of the mouth of the Jag I fell in love with!



Jag: What the hell are you talking about?



Laura: I'm talking about twenty years ago. When I used to watch a wrestler who wouldn't let the worst of people walk over him. The kind of guy who would knock the block off somebody who would even DARE to offer to give him money in exchange for comfort!



Jag: So what now, you don't love me anymore? Because I'm fourty-five years old, have absolutely wrecked my body in the past, only to have to do it again for the sake of my family, and to make you happy?! Is it so hard to ask for a little ****ing support!



Laura: What you don't have support?! How can you say that?! Your children and I have been there every step of the way, traveling from state to state, country to country to support you! You know what? Get out.



Jag: Get out? Out of the home that I pay for?



Laura: You're right, Jag. I'll leave.



[She walks out of the room, steaming. Jaguar stands there, steaming as well. Out of pure frustration he punches a hole in the wall. Then we see Laura in the background, she grabs her keys off the keyhook, and walks out the door, slamming it closed behind her.]



Jag: GO AHEAD! GO TO YOUR MOTHERS!



[Jag stands there, sighs and bends down to pick up the pieces of wall and glass that are scattered across the floor. Suddenly, Jag's cell phone rings, he pulls it out of his pocket and picks it up. We hear Laura on the other line.]



Laura: Don't forget that you're son has a hockey game this weekend, maybe you can make that.



Jag: I know he has a game.



[She hangs up on him, Jag puts the cell on the coffee table and continues to pick up broken pieces. His cell rings again.]



Jag: WHAT?!



[He stands up.]



Jag: Oh my god. How have you been? You're in town? Yeah, yeah, I know where that is. Yeah, I'll be there in, half an hour. Wow, its good to hear from you, man. See you soon.



[Jaguar puts his cell in his pocket, grabs his keys and heads out the door.]





******30 MINUTES LATER******



[The screen fades into the inside of a bar. A dive joint. There are a few people in the place but the camera focuses in on the bartender serving two beers and two shots to Jaguar who is with a friend. The friend is wearing a dark leather jacket and jeans. His long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, and noticable scars on his face and neck. The two pick up the shot glasses, touch glasses and take the shot.]



Jaguar: Wait, wait,Crazy, wait, how about when we took on that idiot, Texas, and who was his partner?



Crazy: The Rebel.



Jaguar: The Rebel! Damn!



Crazy: When you knocked him off the head with the fire extingisher.



Jaguar: Yes!



[The share a laugh and both start drinking their beers.]



Crazy: Those were good times, man. But look at you! ICW American Champion! In a battle royal to win the World Title. It's like you haven't missed a step!



Jaguar: I don't know man.



Crazy: What you talking about, Jag? You're doing what the rest of us wish we could do. You're back in spot where thousands of people are cheering for you again. Coming out to Guns N' Roses music again, giving people the old Jaguar Drop! It's classic, bro. Man, what I'd do to be in your spot right now, it's like you're twenty-five years old again.



Jaguar: What about you, old friend. I could talk to Erickson, get you back into it. The Untouchables could be more of a force than they were back in '99!



[Crazy laughs at the comment, and takes another sip of his beer.]



Crazy: In another life, maybe.



Jaguar: Come on, man! I'm sure the crowd would love to see the craziest man in wrestling hit the squared circle again.



[Crazy slams his glass on the bar.]



Crazy: You don't get it, Jaguar! Not all of us have the luxury of doing what you're doing.



Jaguar: What you talking about?



Crazy: That last match we had, the last time we defended our title, when I took that drop off the top turnbuckle to the outside. That was it, Jag. I could barely walk for months. The **** still crushes me every morning I get out of bed. I know you've had injuries, old friend, but nothing enough to stop you from the game.



Jaguar: Hey, listen-



Crazy: NO, you listen. You have a second chance. As much as you'd like to look at this like it's some last ditch effort to make some money, it's actually a blessing in disguise! What, you think that you won the American Championship off of pure luck? You're a natural athlete! Even at fourty-five you can still go at it! Take a look at us, Jag. Guys like me. We're done. Some of us can't even get a job in wrestling anymore. We're beat up old guys that have permanent injuries, and you can sit here be doubtful about your future in ICW. Let me tell you something, when CCW ended back in '02, a few of us were backstage watching your last match. There we sat, depressed about how our careers were over, know that hell would freeze over before we'd ever be in top contendership of a fed anymore. But, we sat and watched you. We said to ourselves, here's a guy who hasn't even reached his prime yet. A man who stole the crowd from day one, and kept them until the end. You won, how many titles in CCW? Seven?



Jaguar: (smiling)...Nine. ​

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[Zezu]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The King **** of **** Mountain" Khristain Keller ​

Wrestler Height

6'3'' ​

Wrestler Weight

230l ​

Wrestler Age

36 ​

Theme Music

'Black Tongue' by Mastadon ​

Wrestler's Finisher

PainKILLA - Spiked JackHAMMER ​

Wrestler moveset

Various roughcut moves that any knuckledragger could perform ​

Leagues Currently Active In

ACW ​

Brief Biography

Stay out of his way.

You have been warned. ​

Brief Roleplay

No doubt the ACW universe will ask just what I am doing here?

They will ask why I, the King **** of **** Mountain will want to go into one of the biggest wrestling tournaments of all time?

They will ask if I'm packing enough heat to compete with your five hundread time World Champions and your fWo ass kissers?

They will ask if I'm mentally of a sound mind to even know what the hell this tournament will do to me?

They will ask Khristain... did you come here to try and cement your status as a future ACW Hall of Famer?

**** that.

I came here for the chicks and the drugs.

Also to skull**** every single one of these losers into oblivion.

#happydays. ​

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[EZieba]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"Good God" Kevin Powers ​

Wrestler Height

6'10" ​

Wrestler Weight

318 ​

Wrestler Age

41 ​

Theme Music

'(Can't You)Trip Like I Do - Filter & Crystal Method ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Kiss the Canvas (Slingshot Powerbomb)
Description of Finisher: Powers picks up the oppoent in a jacknife
powerbomb, but first drops him on the ropes. He then takes the momentum, turns around, and drives him into the canvas for the finish and win. ​

Wrestler moveset

Chokeslam, series of punches, Boot to face when opponent is off of ropes, series of elbows, sidewalk slam, bodyslam, Jumping Legdrop, PowerZone (X-Factor), Jacknife Powerbomb, Lariat Clothesline, Suplex, Rock Bottom, Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker, chop ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

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Title History:
TCW Television Champion
MWC Intercontinental Champion
CSWA US Champion
CSWA World Tag Champion (First with Eddy Love then with Gabriel Poe)
HEW Extreme Champion
NthWA World Title
NthWA Owen Hart Memorial Cup Tournament
GXW Unified World Heavyweight Champion
EWO Tag Champion (With Poe)
SCW Television/Extreme Champion
SHOW Tag Champion (With Poe)
SCW Tag Team Champion (With Poe)
SCW Unified Champion
IOW Tag Team Champions (With Poe)


​

Brief Roleplay

(It was nine at night on Sunday and time couldn't of been more slower. Most of the nine to fivers were slowly making their way to their place of slumber because Monday started up another week long adventures for them. Then there are the few ...

... the few that didn't have the luxury of having set hours. Instead these few have had work on their mind twenty four seven ... or that is how theyfelt.

As the camera faded into one of the rooms of the residence of 'Good God' Kevin Powers, the shot showed that of a libabry of shorts. A backrow of books loomed in the background as a huge 19th centuary European desk stood in the front of it all. Sitting behind the desk, Kevin Powers looked out towards the camera with his usual smirk. Next to him with his loyal friend ....

... and five others all set together in the six pack that it came in.)

KP: How funny youth is. Maybe not physically, but mentally and emotionally ... how funny they are. To see 'The American Nightmare' Gabriel Bane in his toy room pulling out baseball bats, kendo sticks, and lead pipes ...

Wow ... I'm like SO impressed.

How proud you must be to pull out a few things from your box and make everyone think you are some sort of dangerous wacko. I mean, if you were trying to pass the message that you are a brutal person with no care in the world and is looking forward to inflicting pain ....

So sorry, but nice try. We do have a constilation prize waiting for you because you DAMN sure didn't get it right.

You see Bane, while others are looking forward to Monday to start off their work day ... I'm still working. While you are in your toy room ripping the arms off of your Barbie dolls screaming 'WHY GOD WHY! WHY STEVEN LANDERS?' I'm here trying to figure out why I'm stuck with you and I'm not doing anything more for myself? I know everytime I look in the mirrior I see (points to himself) this poor hapless son of a ***** does. I look into his sorry lush eyes and I just, I see a man crying out. He's crying out, "When Lord? When the f(ouch)k can your servant ditch this childlike little chucklehead to whom I am a constant victim of his folly, so much so that it prevents me from spending more time with my fans and at the liquor store, f(yikes)k! When, Lord when? When's gonna be my time? ​

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[GreggG]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Troy Windham ​

Wrestler Height

6'6" ​

Wrestler Weight

215 ​

Wrestler Age

38 ​

Theme Music

"Gold On The Cieling" by The Black Keys ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Slackknife -- quick-snap Reverse Neckbreaker, like a reverse RKO. ​

Wrestler moveset

1) Texan Bulldog
2) Windham Claw
3) Powerbomb
4) Moonsault
5) West Texas Lariat
6) DDT
7) Superplex
8) Texas Cloverleaf
9) F5
10) Double Chicken Wing ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW ​

Brief Biography

Troy Windham is a true legend of professional wrestling.

Making his debut in 1994, the 20-year-old Windham came into the CSWA as the younger cousin (later discovered to be brother) of CSWA legend Mark Windham. Mark, along with Mark's frenemie Hornet, told Troy to "bide his time" and respectfully work his way up the ladder. But Troy decided to make waves and make them quickly. Billing himself as "The Gen-X Icon", Troy bragged about using wrestling as a platform to bed women, party and enter the world of Hollywood. He quickly became one of the most controversial wrestlers alive -- whether he was winning matches or being arrested for DUIs, Troy found his way in the headlines.

Troy soon tagged up with "Showtime" Shawn Matthews to form The Gen X-Press. The two tore through the tag circuit but Troy disappeared into a massive drug habit while Shawn grabbed the spotlight. They soon went their separate ways and, after a rehab stint, Troy got free of cocaine and relaunched his career. He signed a contract with the UWA Promotion which was, at the time, the most lucrative deal in wrestling history. At the same time, Troy started to make it in Hollywood in a way, appearing in several USA network shows and having small roles in little-seen family comedies. He did, however, win two Cable Ace Awards for his performance in a Lifetime Original Movie.

Through the years, Troy has spent his time focusing between his acting career and wrestling. Troy's wrestling career has made him one of the greatest of all-time -- in his mind, he set the bar for that years ago. He has won numerous CSWA World Titles, has ran major angles in every league possible, once defeated 60-men in the CSWA "Gold Rush" and has currently engineered a takeover of the NFW.

Controversial, brash, bold -- Troy Windham is a true icon. How big of one he is, though, is up to the individual. ​

Brief Roleplay

"I ride in Gulfstream jets. Michael Coors is on my speed dial. I got reservations waiting for me at five star restaurants around the globe. I am Troy Windham. I am The Epitome. And I am the next Ultratitle Champion." ​

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[TwoFacedFreak]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Gemini ​

Wrestler Height

6,2 ​

Wrestler Weight

245 ​

Wrestler Age

35 ​

Theme Music

'Beautiful People' by Marilyn Manson ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Torquemada - Single leg twisting Boston crab with a clawhold to the kneecap. ​

Wrestler moveset

Punch, chop, kick, lowblow, clothesline, slam, elbow smash, knee lift, spine punch, knee drop, pumphandle slam, grapevine hold, knee breaker, chokeslam, dominator, spear ​

Leagues Currently Active In

0 ​

Brief Biography

Born with a bizzarre abnormality, a mutated, overmuscled left arm,
Gemini was a pariah from birth. While medical science could probobly have helped
this strange young man achieve some semblance of normal life, his white trash
family had neither the money nor the inclination to get this future superstar
the help he needed. The results were predictable, shunned by his family, mocked
and tormented at school, Gemini accepted his outcast state, turning
to books to maintain some semblance of a life.

After years of hell in the public school system, Gemini's luck seemingly
reversed itself. A high school wrestling coach recognized the awesome power in
Gemini's arm and got him to tryout for the wrestling team. Gemini literally
crushed all his opponents in high school, going to... and winning the state
championship in his senior year. That same night an altercation occured between
himself and his coach and the coach ended up in the hospital.

The results were predictable. Gemini was abandoned by his family, had no friends
and considered himself betrayed by the one mentor he had ever had. His sanity
started to buckle, and then it shattered into two distinct personalities. At
first the judge thought this was merely a ploy, an attempt to get out of jail.
But he quickly realized that Gemini's sanity had collapsed and banished him to
the state mental hospital.

Gemini spent seven brutal years there, undergoing experimental therapies that
would have qualified as torture to amnesty international. Suddenly, one day he
was released back into the world due to a clerical error. At first Gemini lived
on the street, rooting through garbage to find food. Then one day he managed to
find a job washing dishes at a bar. A brawl broke out that night at the bar, and
Gemini became involved. Impervious to pain after the years of 'experimental
therapy', and wielding his massive arm like the weapon it truly was, Gemini was
rapidly promoted to head bouncer. A position he enjoyed because of the fear and
respect that he wielded in one small corner
of the world.

One night while bouncing a trio of bikers through the door, a local wrestling
promoter signed him on the spot recognizing the raw talent contained within this
bizzarre young man. Gemini spent the next year wrestling on the independant
circuit. Amassing a reputation as a savage brawler, it was only a matter of time
before a talent scout from the EWI spotted him. The rest is history. Gemini's
bizzarre personality, complete and utter inability to feel pain coupled with his
bleak past and unique physical gift are legendary in the business.

After joining the EWI, Gemini rapidly clawed his way into the elite of that very
brutal federation. He engaged in a savage feud with Commando, followed Cancer
into the pits of depravity and fought SSN to a bitter End, climaxing
with Gemini winning the EWI heavyweight belt from Eddy Love and Team SSN. While
he was with the EWI, Gemini joined the NthWA as well. Over in the NthWA Gemini
was a top contender for the NthWA belt, in addition to going toe to toe with
Team Phenom and Ash in particular. Through his whole tenure with both
federations, Gemini quickly became known as a talented wrestler and vicious
brawler.

Gemini is an imposing sight. Not physically impressive, his overmuscled, mutated
left arm stands out incredibly from the rest of his body. He dresses in a
bizzarre black and white style of extremes, right down to a mimes tragedy
mask... one side smeared with black and a unique haircut. One side of his hair
long, glossy black, the other a cropped short and spiky white. His ability to
inflict pain is second only to his uncanny ability to take it. His
crushing clawholds are legendary, and He's also the master of the 'I Quit'
match... going so far as to sew his own lips shut to insure victory. Gemini is
truly an original, truly insane and truly one of the best.
​

Brief Roleplay

Darkness. Solid black.

Silence. Dead quiet.

And then... a voice. A voice that sounds like someone swallowed a live badger and washed it down with a glass of barbed wire.

'Did you ever do something just for the hell of it?'

(Pause.)

'Have you?'

(Pause yet again.)

A faint light appears down a hallway. The camera slowly makes it's way down the hallway and towards the light.

'We have.'

(Another pause.)

'Sometimes you just want to step into the ring and look the other guy in the eye.'

'Not for the money.'

'Not for a belt.'

'Not for a title.'

'Not even for.... 'respect'.' (The voice stresses the disdain on the word respect.)

'Sometimes you just have to get in the ring, and look the other guy in the eye. And that's when we see it.'

The light is getting brighter now, and a rusty steel door is visible.

'We see the look. The deep and intense realization that the man across from us knows deep in their heart.... that they just made a terrible mistake.'

(quiet, unnerving laughter)

'Because some men just want to see the world... bleed.'

A hand reaches out into the screen to open the door. Abruptly something flashes into the screen and smashes into the cameraperson with a sickening crunch, there's a brief shrieking that abruptly is replaced by the sounds of something slamming into wet meat again and again. On screen all that is visible in the pale light is a hand spasming and going limp, then a few small drops of blood spray across the lens as the wet thuds continue.

Finally someone grabs the lens of the camera and points it up at their face, and a scarred face covered in mime makeup and black smears grins manically down at the camera.

'Daddys home boys and girls. Did you miss us?'

Abruptly Gemini starts to cackle, and then he heaves the camera up into the air and slams it into the concrete. The film abruptly stops and turns to snow.

And then blood slowly drips down the snow on the screen. ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Oxonian", "Future Perfect" BLAINE HOLLYWOOD ​

Wrestler Height

6' 7" ​

Wrestler Weight

275 ​

Wrestler Age

31 ​

Theme Music

"Hooray For Hollywood" by Doris Day, needle-scratched into "Going Back to Cali" by Sevendust ​

Wrestler's Finisher

THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT - Backcracker / Lungblower ​

Wrestler moveset

In No Order:

1) Reverse Rolling Necksnap (Shane Douglas)
2) Picture Perfect Dropkick
3) Blatant cheating /bullying Heel tactics
4) STO into over-the-knee backbreaker
5) Anderson Spinebuster
6) Dibiase styled fistdrop
7) Belly-to-Belly Suplex
8) Wrist-Clutch Exploder Suplex
9) Mudhole Stomp (Steve Austin)
10) Crippler Crossface ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW ​

Brief Biography

BLAINE HOLLYWOOD is a second-generation wrestler, son to infamous tagteam specialist and Hall Of Fame Color announcer Lamont Hollywood (UWA, NFW), who is one-half of the NFW's longest reigning tag champions, the HOLLYWOOD WRECKING CREW with partner 'Black Sheep' MALIK ANDERSON. He is the backbone member of the CARLTON FAMILY DYNASTY, managed by Calvin Carlton III.

HOLLYWOOD is one of the most vile heels in FWrestling history, flaunting his wrestling bloodline, wealth and opulence over his opponents, as well as a huge ego, arrogance and an Oxford University pedigree. ​

Brief Roleplay

HOLLYWOOD HAS COME TO GREENSBORO
CSWA, January 2006

(FADEIN: To the Bel Air Equestrian Society, a huge expanse of open air, and lots of elegant white fencing encasing stables, racing track and some of the worlds' finest thoroughbreds. The camera is trained on a competition jumping course. We hear heavy hoofsteps off camera, and suddenly OVER THE CAMERA JUMPS A BEAUTIFUL WHITE HORSE, totally clearing it - which lands yards away, and circles into a trot. We look up at the horse, which is being mounted by none other than BLAINE HOLLYWOOD. Wearing a double breasted houndstooth jacket, riding cap, boots and pantaloons, He dismounts the steed and from either side of the camera, stable boys come in to prep his horse. HOLLYWOOD steps up to the camera, removing black leather riding gloves, squinting at it with a look of disgust.)

H'WOOD: "YOU DISGUST ME.YOU... 'FANS' AS WELL AS THE POPLE WHO RAISED YOU. (Turns back to the boys tending to his horse) YOU TWO. (They snap to attention) Don't you EVER feed Trustfund carrots from the commoners kitchen EVER AGAIN. If you know what's good for you, you will feed this, as well as ALL OF MY STEEDS from private stock of organic crops from the Hollywood gardens, or you and your families will be back selling oranges on the side of I-10, understand me? (Fast nods, as they scurry away. H'WOOD turns back to the camera) Ah, yes. I was interrupted before I could properly speak against you and what I see here. For all of you who have no idea who I am, or what I represent, (stands back and inspects himself) UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE LOOKING AT YOUR BETTER IN LIFE. My name is Blaine Hollywood, and I am from WRESTLING ROYALTY. When they speak of 'second and third generation wrestlers', people always speak with an air of respect in their voice, especially when THIS bloodline is of such pure, untainted stock. For you must understand, that I, Blaine Hollywood, am the son of a wrestling great, who's name does not need to be repeated, because you know of whom I speak. And rather than follow where my father has gone and come, I as a HUMAN THUROUGHBRED, a man of caliber that is beyond normalcy, must blaze ahead his own trails. And not even a New Frontier (Smirks, then scoffs to himself) but to come to the place of LEGENDS, a pantheon of wrestling TITANS, the CSWA, where I am here to run roughshod through a line of weak-hearted pissants who shouldn't even be able to work in this COUNTRY, let alone to be regulated to wrestle in the same company as myself.

"For you see, I don't speak from a place of ignorance, HA! Far from it - I speak TRUTH, and the word of an OXONIAN, a graduate of UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD is as good as CERTIFIED. While the people in those stands who think that a Beel Throw is a pillow that you purchase from a Pier 1 store, understand that I have been educated in a place where leaders of the free world studied, where thinkers and poets, people of SUBSTANCE AND WORTH came together to share their brilliance, and you are probably more familiar with some sort of 'state' university or community college (IF you even could get accepted there), so don't be upset with yourself if you don't understand what comes forth from my majestic mouth, as I believe that you and the sub-creatures that raised you are about as low on the evoloutionary scale as to be a generation or so from sliding back into the ocean, or primordial soup from whence you came. You may notice a pattern is forming - that I don't hold stupid people in high regard, so I believe I will have a small audience of fans the longer I am stuck wrestling in North Carolina. (Shudders) TO THINK OF IT turns my stomach - but to show the world that I AM IT'S NEW SAVIOR, then I must soldier on, and if that means I must re-educate the wrestling dumb, deaf and blind, then I will accept this into my hands.

"Now, please don't misunderstand me. For when I spoke of the CSWA of being a company of Kings, I spoke of PAST Kings, crushed kingdoms that lay in ruin, and are still run on memories - fueled by highlight clip packages and montages of old-timer moments... of young Hornets making young childrens eyes wide with wonder, and things like that. What I see NOW? (laughs to himself, shaking his head) I DON'T SEE THAT NOW. What I see, is a place running on fumes, held together with bubblegum and duct tape by a man I ACTUALLY RESPECT, Troy Windham, and that's a very short list. Everyone else here is LAUGHABLE. To think that I am not the Heir Apparent is a fools errand. To not accept that you are staring at Future Perfect is FRUITLESS. And if I have to dissect each and every one of these 'new lions' to show the world that I, at some time in the near future, sit atop the CSWA as the ONE AND ONLY KING, then so be it, Just know that your time is almost up. Enjoy your life of mediocrity and sucking on the teat of apathy, because EYE WILL make you vomit after working you harder than anyone ever has in that ring. EYE WILL make you understand that when a Letterman in Division A Wrestling from OXFORD puts you into a submission hold, IT WILL NEARLY COST YOU A LIMB. EYE WILL dishonor, disrespect and DISEMBOWEL YOU, if given the chance. You have had your warning, CSWA, Pretenders to the throne, leave now while you still can. Blaine Hollywood has arrived, and the property values of CSWA have just increased HUNDRED-FOLD."

(One of the stablehands comes back over to the horse with a salt lick, and tries to stick it under 'Trustfunds' nose, when H'WOOD wheels around and SMACKS IT AWAY!)

H'WOOD: "WHERE IS THAT SALT FROM? DID I APPROVE THAT? YOU ARE FIRED! Pack up your rucksack and hobo stick, gather your toothless parents from the haystack you sleep on - time to leave the premises!" (FADEOUT) ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Joe the Plumber ​

Wrestler Height

6'1" ​

Wrestler Weight

251 ​

Wrestler Age

33 ​

Theme Music

"Dog Sh*t" by Wu-Tang Clan ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Sh*t River Plunge: double underhook pinning powerbomb ​

Wrestler moveset

Eye gouge, bionic elbow, headlock, manic brawling techniques, running somersault off the ring apron, running Death Valley Driver, ‘Urinal Stomp’ (second-rope curb stomp), ‘the Great Flood’ (suspended Ace Crusher), ‘Lock Jaw’ (ankle lock w/ leg grapevine), ‘V.T.S.’ [‘Volcano Tribute Splash’] (top-rope splash) ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

You say you don’t know Ol’ Joe? Word?

Come then, let’s chat.

Two simple words:

‘BEST EVA!’

If I could add a third, it’d be:

‘WHUT.’

A fourth?

‘NOW?’

Energy buildin’; takin’ all kinds of medicines.

UNDEFEATED (kinda)

MOST FEARED AND BELOVED CRACK-LOVIN’, DEATH-DEFYIN’ PART-TIME PLUMBER, FULL-TIME ASS-WHOOPER TO EVER CLEAN HOUSE AT BONNIE LEE FARM, ****IN' DEVELOPMENTALLY DELAYED *****ES AND TAKIN' THEIR PILLS

Oh, and

LONGEST REIGNING NFW TV CHAMP EVER

MOST GODLIKE ******* NFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP EVER

Did I mention he cuts a mean promo?

Cold pasta & roach joints – let’s smoke some tea! ​

Brief Roleplay

[JTP walks into a bar. He spots a man sitting in what he perceives to be 'his' seat. He approaches and taps the man on the shoulder.]

JTP: "Excuse me, I do believe you're sitting in my chair."

MAN: "This chair?"

JTP: "Indeed."

[The man takes a moment, assesses the situation. He then hits himself upside the head.]

MAN: "You know something? I am! Jeeze, my apologies! I usually sit over theeeerrrrreeeeeee." [The man points across the man to an empty booth.] "I must be confused. I take a couple lorazepams and have a dozen beer after a hard day's work and before I know it I'm causing disharmony in the lives of others."

JTP: "Kill yourself."

MAN: "Ok. I will."

JTP: "Ok."

MAN: "Should I... take a few with me? OR WOULD THAT BE WRONG?"

JTP: "Take 'em all, buddy. Just leave Ol' Joe alone. He's got boozin' and broodin' to do, son!"

MAN: "Goodbye!"

JTP: "Seeya... wait, probably not, eh?"

[EXPLOSION] ​

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