ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profiles

[Pierson]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Cobra ​

Wrestler Height

6'3 ​

Wrestler Weight

245 ​

Wrestler Age

39 ​

Theme Music

"Wherever I May Roam" By Metallica ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Snakebite - Running Tigerbomb ​

Wrestler moveset

Hurrancanranna
belly to belly suplex
springboard moonsault
t-bone suplex
tarantula
superplex
cobra clutch
spinebuster

basically, has luche roots but is more of a Randy Orton/Taz combo. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

Cobra is a former two-time WfWA World Champion. Not seen since the closing of WfWA, Cobra now resurfaces for the ULTRATITLE 2012 tournament.

When Cobra was last seen at Summer Games 2010, his god, Jormungand, who he had spent the better part of three years worshiping, turned out to be Eric Dane. Dane along with Cobra's stablemates turned on the former champion and eliminated him for the final round of Summer Games.

Cobra left the arena crushed that he would not win, but more importantly crushed that his whole meaning in life was a fraud and he was used only as a pawn in Eric Dane's master plan to close the WfWA for good.

Now over a year and a half later, Cobra has finally resurfaced. ​

Brief Roleplay

Paulson sat in a small white padded room. It was about the size of a jail cell. Paulson sat on his small twin sized bed and slowly rocked back and forth with his knees up in his chest. He had been in this position for quite some time, nothing seemed to change, hours upon hours passed.

A knock on the door went unnoticed. A second knock a moment later was unnoticed as well. Paulson just continued to rock back and forth.

Orderly: Paulson. You have a guest.

If the words were an actual object, it would have just simply bounced off the man. Again nothing changed. Paulson was not in his body.

Orderly: I think you’re going to want to meet them.

Again nothing.

Orderly: One of them is wearing a mask.

Paulson stopped on a dime. His head turned to the door and his eyes seemed to finally focus on something. He popped off the bed and rushed over to the door. The orderly fumbled with his keys and finally opened the door.

Paulson: Hurry. We mustn’t keep him waiting. I’ve been expecting him to come.

Paulson shuffled passed the man. Ready to go whenever guided. Several steps later something that the orderly had said had finally set in with Paulson. Something didn’t sound right, and he needed to confirm it.

Paulson: Them? Who is with the masked man?

Orderly: Didn’t say. Didn’t ask. He was wearing a hoodie though, pulled up. Odd for this heat wave we’re having.

The two men walked down a hallway, and then another. Finally they arrived at a small room. The orderly opened the door and motioned for Paulson to enter.

Paulson: This isn’t the normal visitor’s room. Why are we here?

Orderly: They paid extra. They wanted privacy. Don’t worry. I’m just outside the door here.

Paulson entered the room slowly only to be greeted by the two time WWA World Champion Cobra. Cobra, dressed in a Hydra T-shirt and a pair of old tattered jeans, stood from his chair and motioned for Paulson to sit. The man in the hoodie stood motionless, not even acknowledging Paulson’s presence. Paulson cautiously took the seat, examining Cobra as he did so.

Paulson: You’re not real. You’re not actually here.

Cobra: Oh I’m very real. And so is he.

Cobra motioned to the man in the hoodie. Again, no movement from the man.

Paulson: No. This is all in my head. I’m making this all up.

Cobra: No. You’re not.

Paulson: Yes I am. They tell me I’m crazy. This is what crazy people do. They have hallucinations.

The man in the hoodie snapped at Paulson and slapped him across the face.

Cobra: You’re not crazy. You’re not hallucinating. This is very real.

Paulson rubbed his cheek, where he was slapped.

Paulson: But I’m in this place because I’m crazy. I have to be. Why else would you be here with this man?

Cobra: Because its time. He’s here. The end is now.

Paulson: He’s here?! He can’t be here. We’re all going to die. You can’t let him free. You can’t do this. You’ll kill everything. You’ll kill us all.

Cobra: That’s not how it’s going to happen. He’s here to cleanse everything. He’s here to fix everything.

Paulson: No! He’s here to ruin everything. To kill everything.

Cobra: Look. Everything is going to be ok. We’re the pure. We’re the just. We’ll survive the final battle.

Paulson: You just don’t get it. There is no one to save. There are no pure. There are no just. You just can’t see that.

Cobra: You’re wrong. You need to believe me. You need to come back and help us. You need to be a leader. What can I do to prove it? Do you need his word for it?

Paulson: His word? You mean…

Paulson pushed back in the chair, which caused the room to fill up with the screeching sound of the metal chair scrapping against the floor. His jaw dropped, shocked, scared.

Paulson: Th...Thi… This is him? This is Jormungand?

Cobra simply nodded. After a moment to let the shocking revelation sink in for Paulson, Cobra finally spoke.

Cobra: I need your help. The Serpentalists need your help. He needs your help. Come back to us Robert. We need your help.

Paulson: I… I can’t. I can’t be a part of this. I can’t help him destroy the world.

Cobra: Look. He’s on our side. Let me show you exactly who he is.

The man finally moved for the first time since the sudden slap. He methodically moved his hands to slowly undo the hoodie and finally pull it over his head and onto his upper back. His uncovered face was finally revealed to Paulson.

Paulson: NO! IT CAN’T BE! ANYONE BUT HIM! ANYONE BUT HIM!!!

Paulson pushed back, knocking over the chair behind him, and fell to the ground. Scratching and clawing, Paulson pushed back from the table and the two men in the room until his back was against the wall.

Paulson: NO! NOT HIM! PLEASE! NOT HIM! HEEEELP! HELP ME! GET ME OUT OF HERE!

The door to the room burst open. The orderly that brought Paulson here rushed in looking around.

Orderly: What? You’re ok. There’s no one here.

Paulson: NO! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

Orderly: Who? There’s no one here.

Paulson finally pulled his head up from his lap and opened his eyes to see an empty room, just him and the orderly.

Orderly: There’s no one here.

Paulson: Anyone but him. Anyone but him.

*****

Cobra: Well, the way I see it. This is a six man race.

You’ve got Mandrake and his Mexican soap opera. Cancer Jiles and the shocking addition of one Boston Bancroft. And the last person in the race? The odds on favorite to win anything and everything right now in the WWA, myself. Cobra.

Where to begin?

Well, I guess I’ll play it out. Play this hand with my cards face up on the table. I’ll give you a little insight into my game plan for next week.

You got the dinosaurs. The ones that had it all years ago and then gave it all away and ran for the hills because they were just not good enough anymore. They were not the best anymore and they couldn’t handle it. They didn’t want to get pushed. They didn’t want to get better. They just wanted their fame, and they didn’t want to work for it. And that’s exactly what they got. They have their memories. And much like a fine wine, they get better with age. They’ve inflated their ego’s and their importance so much that they now think it’s important that they return and someone in the WWA universe is going to give two ****s about them.

No one cared about them then, and no one cares about them now. They’re just here for that nostalgia pop. They’re just here so that some fat ****ing guy that writes for WWAUnderground to go ‘OMG, I can’t believe they found such and such. I thought he overdosed back in 2002.’ In the end, no one is actually rooting for them, or even think that they have a shot at becoming a world champion. Hell, no one really thought they could be a world champion back when they were in their prime.

Cobra scoffs.

Cobra: Funny. ‘Cause that’s the exact opposite reason for why I’m here. For why I’ll be there in the end. I’m the draw. I’m the name. I’m the money maker. While these dinosaurs may have been me over five years ago, I’ve been it since. While they had kids and became these older shells of what they were, I was dominating the WWA like they never dreamed of. I have been here. I have worked harder, pushed myself so that I could continue to be the best, the GREATEST the WWA has ever seen. While they ran for the hills when it got tough, I fought it, dominated it, and surpassed it. I have excelled when they retreated.

I’m at the top of my game right now. I’m the best the WWA has to offer, I’m in the best physical shape I’ve been in for years, and I’m not rusty. All reason for why those dinosaurs will finally become extinct once and for all.

So that leaves us with a final four. Mandrake, Boston, Jiles and Cobra. Who to take out next?

The easy choice is Jiles. The newest member to the WWA. A man that ran away from the very thing he fights for at Summer Games. A man that had his chance at the gold. MY GOLD. And what did he do? He ran away. Not just from me and my World title. But from the WWA as a whole. He took off running and he never looked back. Why? Because he realized just exactly how deep the pool was and he couldn’t swim. Jiles ran off with all the other talentless hacks in DREAM Wrestling. He ran off to pretend to be a big shot. To be the biggest tadpole in the cooler.

So what makes this match any different? Just because Jiles is a member of DEFIANCE Wrestling, does not make him a better wrestler. What has changed since you ran away from me Cancer? What have you done differently? I haven’t seen anything. All you’ve done is try to pick a fight with me because you realized you squandered your biggest break in life just because you knew you’d lose. You tried to save face and find a way to say that you didn’t lose and that you let me win.

But you know what Cancer? You just proved that you can’t handle with the big boys. You just proved that you’re just a ****ing coward.

Cobra pauses for a moment to let it all sink in before starting up again.

Cobra: Two left. Mandrake and Boston. Well, since Boston still isn’t technically on a team, I guess I’m forced to talked to aging wonder first.

You know Mandrake, you really disappoint me. With all your experience, with all your history, I thought you’d know better. Call me what you will. Try to make it seem that knowing the heritage of this World Championship is a bad thing. That being a historian is somehow something bad.

The fact is, I care about my title. I care that there is an importance built around it. I care that people like you and Eric Dane set benchmarks for myself to destroy. If that makes it some bad thing to be, then so be it. I’ll accept it.

But the fact of the matter is this, I’m proud to be a two time World Champion. I’m going to be even more proud to be a three time World Champion. I’m looking forward to breaking records and joining clubs that only has two members. And I’m damn ****ing proud that you’re a part of it. And there’s two very good reasons for it.

The first is simple. I get to beat you to get there. I get to piss on the naysayers. On all of those that say that the WWA of now is nothing compared to the Golden Age. I can set marks, break records, and I can do so by knocking off one of the greatest of all time.

The second reason is a little harder to explain. Mainly because you just don’t get it. It takes a man to give another one the credit he deserves. When I talk about the history of the title, and when I talk about who’s won it, I talk about it out of respect. I talk about it with pride.

Victor Mandrake was a damn good champion. He was one of the greatest. It has always been Mandrake and Dane. The debate has gone on for years. But it’s gone on with everyone talking in the past tense. Mandrake was this. Mandrake was that. I remember when Mandrake did that. Do you see what I’m trying to show you? Mandrake was one of the greatest.

But what has Victor Mandrake done for the WWA recently?

You’ve been gone for a long long time. You hung it up. You’re old now. You’re not the Mandrake that dominated. That Mandrake is dead. Now you’re the Mandrake that makes cameos. Now you’re the celebrity wrestler Mandrake. And the same would go for Dane. Time has passed you both by.

At Summer Games, so will I.

Cobra takes a break to regroup.

Cobra: One final challenger. A man that’s not really on the show yet. The X factor. The surprise. The defending champ. Call him what you want.

I’ll call him a threat.

Boston, you and I have a lot of mutual respect for each other. We both get it. We get the business side of this whole sport. We have the same goals. To win, to win often, and to never ever lose. I respect that.

You’ve got everything you need to be like me, to be the best in this business. You have the tools. You have the mindset. You have the drive. Now it’s just a matter of timing. I saw it last year, and I still see it now. You’re going places. You’re going to be an important player in this sport one day.

And that’s exactly why I came to you last year. I wanted you on Team Cobra. I wanted you to be on my team to solidify my spot in the finals and ultimately my victory at Summer Games X. Legal issues and whatnot got in my way. And you had an opportunity. And boy did you seize it. You took my Summer Games crown. You took my spot at the top. You cut me in the line to the WWA World Title.

But then I returned and you vanished. I became the GREATEST champion of all time. And you had all the time to take any shortcut you wanted to cash in your winnings from Summer Games. But for some reason you didn’t, and I know why.

You have a respect for this sport. You have a sense of worth. You get the integrity of this sport. You could have cut in front of everyone and tried to take my title from me. But instead you waited. And now, you’re in the same exact position you were last year. This time, the stakes are greater. And because of that, I know you are the most dangerous person on this show. You’re the one to watch. You’re the one that should have the target on your back.

I want to make one thing perfectly clear for you, Boston. I have but one piece of advice, one warning for you.

Don’t get in my ****ing way.

What you did last year was cute. And you only got away with it because I wasn’t there. Last year you got to cut in line of everyone, and you got away with it because I couldn’t stop you. Last year you won because you had no competition. But this year is certainly a new year.

I’m in the match this year. I’m in the front of the time. I’m best competition you’ll ever face. This is my year. This is my time become the GREATEST wrestler to ever step in the squared circle. It is my year. It is my title we’re fighting for.

I will not go down without a fight. I will not lose. I will not give up my World Title. You’re going to have to rip it out of my cold dead hands if you think you’ll ever win this title. I just want to warn you, Boston. And I’m only doing so because I respect you.

Cobra walks off camera for a moment, leaving the camera to only film the WWA logo backdrop. Several seconds pass before Cobra walk back on camera with two WWA World Titles over his shoulders.

Cobra: They give these to you when you finally lose the title. It’s a bittersweet gift really. A replica belt that you can buy online for a couple hundred bucks. Given to you as way to mend the heartbreak you’re going through. I’ve now done this twice. And for some weird reason, I still want to go through everything again.

I am a two time WWA World Champion. I am one of the GREATEST champions of all time. Summer Games XI is the culmination of my career here in the WWA. It is the crowning of a new champion, a belt for my waist. It is the dawning of a new era for the WWA. As the WWA starts their second decade, this show, this victory will set the WWA down a path that will far surpass the first decade.

This is the dawning of a new age, a new era. This is the dawning of a new champion.

This will be the GREATEST age, the GREATEST era. This will be the GREATEST champion.

This is my night. This is my GREATEST night.

Summer Games XI. June 13th, 2010 will be the end of the old, and the start of a new world.

Summer Games June 13th.

I become the GREATEST of all time. ​

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[TH]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

The Phantom Republican ​

Wrestler Height

6'4" ​

Wrestler Weight

264 ​

Wrestler Age

32 ​

Theme Music

The Republican March - John Williams' Imperial March from Empire Strikes Back w/ GOP soundbites ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The MOAB - Canadian backbreaker falling forward into a sharp angle powerbomb ​

Wrestler moveset

Trickle Down Thuganomics - Repeated shoulderbreakers ending in a powerslam
Terror Alert Submission series (Green - sleeperhold, Blue - Cobra Clutch, Yellow - sleeperhold/Camel Clutch combo, Orange - Katahajime, Red - Stranglehold Gamma)
Tax Breaker - Torture Rack into backbreaker
overhead belly-to-belly suplex
short-arm clothesline
Deficit Runner (hard whip into corner followed by stiff clothesline)
snake eyes
gordbuster ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None, formerly of ACW, NEW and the PTC GTT Tournament ​

Brief Biography

Gordon Oliver Powell was a sweet, innocent kid who went to college at the U of Texas and found politics. However, unlike most college students, his epiphany saw him shoot to the extreme right. Combining his newfound love of politics with his lifetime love of wrestling, GOP donned his mask and began stumping for local conservative candidates both in the ring and on the trail.

He hit the big-time in NEW, scoring several big wins culminating in the NEW World Championship, which he was never pinned for and lost only because of Beau Michaels tapping out in a tag match. He also made waves in ACW and on the PTC circuit, where he was a GTT6 semi-finalist.

After wrestling in several independent promotions, Powell wants one more stab at glory via the ULTRATITLE. He will stop at nothing to attain it, even if it means bringing in Karl Rove.

He's accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard and former Secret Service agent Jeffords (barrel-chested blond musclehead) and his campaign manager Miss Maverick (Sarah Palin lookalike who is also trained as a wrestler). ​

Brief Roleplay

My fellow Americans

It should come as no shock to you that wrestling's family values are being overrun by circus freaks and the vulgar and profane messages of drug use, atheism and greed. In my time away from the spotlight, the landscape has gotten worse than even I could imagine. Now, the ultimate symbol of excess, the ULTRATITLE, has returned, luring out the heathens and liberals like roaches from underneath the refrigerator at night.

It shouldn't come as a surprise seeing that America has changed for the worse as well. Not only is the super liberal Barack HUSSEIN Obama in office, he has successfully eliminated the true conservatives running for our great party, now forced to trot out a Democrat in a real American's clothing from *shudder* TAXACHUSETTS to run against him.

Well, I have had enough. I have come to take my country back, and I will do it first through the only true American sport that exists in this world... wrestling. I will take the ULTRATITLE, I will smash it, and then I will shine as an example of right, might and conservative decency so that maybe this country will come to its senses. You all know this to be true.

Support me, the Phantom Republican, for 2012 ULTRATITLE Champion, or else your country will further go down the toilet. ​

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[K-Hard]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Kevin Hardaway ​

Wrestler Height

6'2 ​

Wrestler Weight

225 ​

Wrestler Age

32 ​

Theme Music

"Chaney Can't Quite Riff Like Helmet's Page Hamilton" by Evergreen Terrace ​

Wrestler's Finisher

"Angelina's Crossing" (Spinning towerhacker powerbomb) ​

Wrestler moveset

Tiger bomb
Double foot stomp
Spinning sitout powerbomb
DDT
Dragon sleeper
Hurracarranna
Flipover neckbreaker
Flying elbow drop
Cross-armed clutch
Rear naked choke
Corner yakuza kick ​

Leagues Currently Active In

MWA, FRONTIER ​

Brief Biography

Kevin Hardaway has been in the wrestling business for almost 13 years now, even though if you look at his accomplishments and titles, it doesn’t seem like much, but it’s there just because of all the work he had to do to get to the point where he was at now. Things though haven’t been all that well for him. Hardaway hasn’t been a full-time active roster member of a promotion since August of 2009. He had a brief stint in the beginning of 2010, but that lasted for only two months. Most of that has to do with the passing of his wife, Angelina, who died in March 2010 from cancer. A month prior, she got to see what was supposed to be his “final match”, but Hardaway believes that she would love for him to continue, if Hardaway wasn’t a ticking time bomb. Angelina was the yin to his yang. She was the person that got him through everything, and now with her gone, there’s a void missing that’s clear as day.
It’s 16 months later that Hardaway feels like it’s time to move on. First things first, move out of the house they lived and raised a daughter in. Second, start training. Third, travel to the other side of the world to Frontier Wrestling.
It’s a long road ahead. And as of right now, Hardaway has time for no friends, or signs of help. He has to do this on his own…even if that makes him look like a complete train wreck.
​

Brief Roleplay

You know, I’ve been doing this thing for a long time now, and just until last year, it really meant nothing towards me. A couple titles, a couple accomplishments here and there, but nothing I would call a career. I was just a normal pawn just like everybody else. I wanted to be something though, wanted to be considered one of the best that there has to offer in the world of professional wrestling, and yet…there was nothing. Sure, I finally got my moment in the sun but it was tainted and drowned in some form of shamefulness. Back then, I did some things that would turn anybody blue, and I was blackballed from wrestling for the time being. It was only then, when a year later, I would have to regain and re-earn my trust in the landscape. And what did I have to do? I had to go up against an old friend of mine in what he called a “Master of Horrors” match. I’ll say, it took 5 years off of my life. But, my opponent later told me when everything between us had finally been resolved; he told me that he still respected me in that ring, no matter what I did. And for that, it was the reason why he only took 5 years out of my life instead of the planned 10 he was gonna do. We were both in a world of hurt around that time, but doing that match got me back in the swing of things. I regained my trust.

But it was up until a couple years ago, where I had to call it a day. I didn’t want to leave the business, but I had no other choice. You don’t really want to do anything when you find out that your wife is dying from cancer. She was my life, my body, my tears. If I was there, she was right there behind me. And I wasn’t going to let go of her in her final days. So I went out there, in front of my hometown crowd in Baltimore, Maryland, and wrestled the same person who I just mentioned up there. But this time, I actually won. My first true victory over this guy, and it was the most well-deserved victory of my life. I went over to my wife and hugged her, then grabbed my 2-year old daughter at the time and took her up to the back with me. The perfect end to a career. My wife died a couple weeks later.

To say I was devastated would be the understatement of the decade. I didn’t want to get up, I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to do anything. Why bother, you know? I did a couple shows here and there, but the less said about them the better. I was just the low, proverbial shell of myself. It was like an addiction. Just staying home, and not doing a damn thing to help you mourn. Sure, I got a crap load of tattoos for the occasion, but that was it. In the end, it still didn’t help. Funny, because I have no clue on how I got my confidence back to get on my feet and actually do something with my life again. I have no idea if it was a dream, or a hallucination (which is weird because I don’t do any of that stuff). All I know is that I got a message saying get up. And that message took me overseas to the UK, where I decided to help a promotion get off its young feet, called “Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER”. I figured, why not. It was small, it was overseas. I could finally get away.

And to say that everything has been great has been another understatement of the decade. I’ve been back on my feet since July of last year, and I’m this close in having the best damn year that I have ever had in my career. I’ve not only kept FRONTIER alive, I’m considered to be the damn fore-father of the company. There would be NO FRONTIER if it wasn’t for me. The FIRST GFC Champion in their history, let alone the first two-time champion. Not only that, but I get to go back to the US on a daily basis and compete for their sister company, the Millennium Wrestling Alliance. When I became the GFC Champion for the first time, I got to compete in the MWA against their World Champion. It was unprecedented. Sure, my history of holding onto the GFC title is questionable, and there’s a little rat that’s been sinking at my claws since my debut in 2005 that somehow found FRONTIER and has given me my ONLY 2 losses there so far. But life is good.

Life is great, actually.

I’m doing well, my career is going well, and I finally met somebody new back in September and have been with her ever since and now here I am. I figure to myself that winning this ULTRATITLE tournament will be a nice stepping stone to add to my trophy haul. Now I just have to figure out how I can outlast…THAT MANY PEOPLE?!

I never said it would be easy.

Deuces. ​

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[Jonathon Winter]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Jacob McKail ​

Wrestler Height

5'11 ​

Wrestler Weight

200 ​

Wrestler Age

38 ​

Theme Music

"In Your Honour" By Foo Fighters ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Fearless Freefall: 450 Splash ​

Wrestler moveset

'Fearless Facebuster' - Running Bulldog

'Downfall' - Frog Splash.

'Fearless Flight' - Shooting Star Press.

Aerial:

Dropkick from middle ropes.
Twumbleweed Legdrop.
Legdrop from middle ropes.
Moonsault.
Hurricanrana from top ropes.
High Cross Body from top ropes.

Technical:

Texas Clover leaf.
Figure Four leg lock.
Cobra Clutch.
Fujiwara Armbar.
STF.
Reverse STF.

Brawl:

Spinning heel kick.
Bionic elbow.
Dropkick.
Enzquri.
European Uppercut.
Dropkick to the knee.

Impact:

DDT.
Reverse DDT.
Swinging DDT.
Piledriver.
Angle Slam.
Fall away Slam. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

n/a ​

Brief Biography

Jacob McKail went by some other name in some other wrestling organisation for the better part of his career. He was considered to be a clown, not a real challenger to the mid or even higher card, he was just someone the bookers used to entertain the crowd.

Then his wife was diagnosed with cancer and everything changed. He took time away from the wrestling industry for the better part of three months to look after his sick wife, but the cancer she had was terminal.

He was by her side right until the end and with her dying words made him promise to follow his dreams. She wanted him to follow his dreams of success within the wrestling industry. To be the best he can be. To stop being the clown of the show and to be a real contender.

But things didn't go all that well for McKail. Sure, he won titles, pretige and money, he never sat at the top industry for long, he long standing personal problems always getting in the way. More notably his alcohol addiction.

He was unable to bring himself to mourn for his dead wife, so chose the easier route of alcohol in the attempt to numb the pain and forget. But no matter how much drank, he could never really shake her memory and deep down, he didn't much want to. ​

Brief Roleplay

"Getting Through the Day"

The Unity Church Hall
The Bronx
Wednesday 18th November

"…by that point I was out of control," the balding, skinny guy said. He’d been introduced to the entire Alcoholics Anonymous group, but McKail hadn’t bothered to catch his name. He’d been drifting in and out of the session since it‘d began, busy reliving his first round win in PRIME’s JITC and mentally preparing himself for the next round. Anything to take his mind off his real problems and his attention away from the bull**** he‘d been subjugated to in the last hour of this damned AA meeting.

"I mean, I was wild," the man continued. "I was drinking a bottle of whiskey a day at the very least." Sounds good, McKail silently commented, practically salivating over the very thought it. "I didn’t care about anything back then; my health, my job, my kids, my family - none of it seemed to matter. I only started to care when they all began to leave me." He paused to compose himself. His bottom lip quivered and tears began to form in his eyes. "It was only then when I decided to face my problem.

"Some people delude themselves into thinking that they don’t have a problem and if they ever did, they could handle it just fine. I wasn’t one of those people. I was smart enough to recognise that I had a problem with alcohol, but stupid enough not to care about it. The way I saw it, I needed the booze to keep going. I needed the booze to get me through the day. Didn’t make it right, but just so long as I was in control of things, I was okay with it."

Sounds familiar, McKail conceded. His interest piqued somewhat, he leant forward in his chair and rested his elbows on top of his jeans. Didn’t stop him from wanting to drink himself unconscious though.

"I was a cop and some of things I saw were unspeakable. I knew it was tough out there, but some of things made me stop and wonder just how somebody could do such things to another human being. The horror of it was frightening; I used to imagine what it felt like for a child to have your own mother put a cigarette out in their eye." The tears were gently cascading along his cheeks now and he was no longer even attempting to keep it all locked away. McKail rolled his eyes and looked away uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to opening up like this to the few people in the world he was ever close to, never mind in a public forum like this surrounded by strangers. "Those things I saw came back to haunt me at night. I’d wake up screaming and my wife didn’t know what the hell to do. Instead of talking it out with someone like any normal person, I bottled it up inside to the point where I wanted to explode. In the end, I turned to alcohol to help me through it and I’m not going to lie to you, it worked." He looked at his feet, somewhat obviously ashamed by his last admission. "But what it cost me was nearly worth it. Thank you."

With that, the man took his seat and, lead by the spectacled and balding group leader, the rest of the group clapped. McKail went through the motions and joined in, but without any real conviction. Despite feeling a certain familiarity with the man’s situation, McKail’s reasons for abusing alcohol were much different and he had far less to lose but when he wanted to quit he did. When he was happy and he found a woman who took all of his baggage and loved him regardless just a few weeks ago, he didn’t feel the need for booze; he didn’t feel the need to forget. Like most things, he ****ed it up. He didn’t deserve Elle and he never once thought he did.

But that’s what it was all about; he wanted to forget. Forget about his late wife, his subsequent failed relationships and once night stands and his mediocre wrestling career.

"Jacob," the group leader said, snapping McKail out of his thoughts. Everyone was looking at him now and he knew why. After what happened to him last week, it was somewhat inevitable they’d call for him to speak. "I believe you’ve had something of a trying week?"

"Something like that," McKail replied.

"’Something like that’ he says," Marty piped up from across the room. "Don’t downplay it, Jake."

McKail winced at the very sound of it the name Jake. Marty and McKail were mutual sponsors and both were basically tasked to make sure the other stayed clean and sober. For all intents and purposes, they’d both failed except Marty hadn’t realised it yet and never would as far as he was concerned. Marty was a fool and didn’t much care whether McKail knew he was still drinking, it boggled his why exactly Marty still came to the meetings. McKail figured he just liked listening to everyone else’s sob story’s and enjoyed making his own up just as much. McKail on the other hand needed people to think he was clean - his wrestling career depended upon it. Nobody wanted to book a drunk and most bookers had already made their feelings regarding McKail’s somewhat chequered past well known.

He’d told Marty not to call him Jake more than once, often when he received a drunken call off the supposedly sober sponsor inviting to some party or another. The warnings hadn’t sunk in yet and weren’t likely too unless the fat buffoon stopped drinking. A somewhat hypocritical view to have, but a pragmatic one nonetheless.

In McKail’s mind, Jake was associated with bad memories. Both his late wife, Mary, and his recently ex-girlfriend, Elle, called him that and currently, he’d made it his mission to forget them both. The pain was too much for him to bear and he was too weak to face it.

"Come on, man," Marty continued, "we’re all dying to hear it!"

"I don’t much care," McKail told them, not even trying to hide the undertones of anger within his voice. McKail didn’t much want to think about it, much less talk about it but now the memories began to flood back to him and he had no alcohol to chase them away.


***



The Pizzitola Sports Center
Providence, RI
14th November 2009

The night was bitter and cold, but McKail welcomed it. His heart was still pumping after defeating Steve Harrison in JUST Wrestling’s fourth show in the Homecoming Tour and he needed to cool down some.

Upon leaving via the rear exit of the Pizzitola Sports Center, he was surprised to find a throng of fans outside waiting for the stars of the show to make an appearance. For now he had to do for them and welcomed the attention. It meant he was doing something right in his wrestling career; it meant that he was on the path he was destined to take. That and he’d already had a half bottle of Jack Daniels in the locker room and he was a little tipsy.

It happened fast. The gunshot rang in his eyes and the fans dispersed with screams and panic in all directions. Nobody knew where the shots were being fired from, hell, nobody was even certain they were gunshots until an unlucky bystander to the left of him hit the ground with agonising screams and crimson stains all over her jeans.

McKail’s instincts took over and ran with the rest of the herd, hearing gunshots hammering to building, objects and even other people around him. At first he thought he was imagining it, believing the booze had made him paranoid, but when the shots followed him to the cover he sought behind a rather large hummer parked in the lot he realised the gut-wrenching truth of the matter.

He was the target.

At first he questioned why, but he’d done so many things his life to warrant being shot in the face it was hard to sift out a concrete answer. Thing of it was, recently he hadn’t done much of anything aside from getting drunk in his motel room and wrestle. Perhaps it was a disgruntled wrestler bitter about McKail kicking his ass? Doubtful; it didn’t happen all that often for anyone to get hot about it.

Running for cover, he crashed into a fan dazed and confused fan and, without breaking stride, hauled her behind the Hummer. She was crying hysterically, her head buried into McKail’s shoulder entirely distraught. Truth be told, he was faring much better.

In the distance, he could hear the police sirens drawing ever closer and it felt something of a relief when he realised the threat would soon be over, but when a bullet smashed the windshield of the hummer and threw glass all over McKail and the fan, he didn’t feel all that relieved.

The police put a stop to it quickly, although they were forced to kill the assailant. At first McKail thought it was a good thing considering all the harm he’d caused an’ all, but when he found out the truth he couldn’t help feel sorry for the kid - also a little guilty too.

His name was Horris McAndrew. He was eighteen years old and a wrestling fanatic. He got so passionate about wrestling he could argue with his friends for hours on the subject, so when he saw McKail re-enter the wrestling scene once again, he got angry. Perhaps understandably so. After all, McKail had brought shame upon the entire wrestling community a the match-fixing scandal about six months back. Most didn’t believe he should even be allowed back in the business again.

It didn’t make what the kid did right, but McKail couldn’t help feel a little responsible.

He couldn’t do anything about it now.


***



The Unity Church Grounds
The Bronx
Wednesday 18th November

"Thanks for not blowing my cover in there, man," Marty said, catching McKail a little by surprise.

It was the meeting interval and McKail had opted to sneak outside the church ground for a smoke and was staring absently at the sky when Marty approached him.

McKail only nodded in response.

"Seriously," Marty continued, "after what happened a couple of weeks back I don’t blame you."

He was referring to the party he invited McKail to by begging him for help and surprising him when he got there. The party consisted of three people; all weirdo’s from one extreme to the next.

"But seriously," Marty began a new, "getting shot at in the street? Didn’t that make you want to just calm your nerves a little? Come on, you can tell me."

No, McKail thought. I really can’t.

McKail shook his head. "No."

Marty looked confused. "What no you won’t tell me or no you didn’t feel like a drink afterwards?"

"Pick one," McKail told him, flicking his cigarette away and heading back into the church hall. "I don’t really give a ****!"

Sooner I can get in there and get this over with, McKail consider, the sooner I can go back to my motel room and drink until I forget this whole disaster all over again.

Gettin’ through the day used to be a whole helluva lot easier. ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Shamon ​

Wrestler Height

5'10" ​

Wrestler Weight

200 ​

Wrestler Age

28 ​

Theme Music

"Bad" by Michael Jackson ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Thriller : 360 splash off the top ​

Wrestler moveset

Eye gouge, slaps, clothesline, crotch shot, shoulder shimmys, moonwalk, wrist lock, and dance moves ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NONE ​

Brief Biography

Hoped I could find is bio online...no such luck.

Shamon has been wrestling for a few years. He started wrestling for Motown Pro Wrestling in Detroit and was recruited to be the lackey of the Professionals in the CSWA. He holds a victory over Cameron Cruise, but other than that he has lost pretty muc every match.

He is a Michael Jackson ripoff and got his name from the incoherent yelling of his favorite entertainer. He likes to stall by dancing in the ring. Gets over excited when momentum shifts his way...which usually ends badly for him.

He wears a glittered glove on his right hand and has a blonde gheri curl. Often in his interview, his hair drips all over the place.

Not much else I can think of to be useful. I think his RP speaks for itself and gives a lot of inisght into the person he is. ​

Brief Roleplay

http://www.fwrestling.com/showthread.php?10397-So-damn-Shamilicious!&p=33548#post33548 ​

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[J The Ripper]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Sylo ​

Wrestler Height

7'0" ​

Wrestler Weight

330 ​

Wrestler Age

38 ​

Theme Music

"Pet" - A Perfect Circle (Wrythm Mix) ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Systematic Shutdown

A Reverse F5. ​

Wrestler moveset

MMA like striker.
Will go high risk (athletic in a big guy sense) if needed.
Power moves.
The Slaughter (set up for The SS) - A devastating spear.
Asphyxiation - Sylo uses a boot to choke the life out of his opponent.
The Three Faces of Sin - Two power bombs capped off by a chokeslam.
Bloodlust - Sylo throws his opponent into the air and either drives a knee into their nose or punts them in the face on the way down.
The Straight Jacket (submission) - Triangle choke. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

LoC ​

Brief Biography

You wish you could know.

You're all weak, pathetic, and washed up.

Either that or you never were. This tournament isn't a chance at glory or redemption. It's a joke. So now you ask why a beast, a SuperBeast, would enter this tournament and the answer isn't a mind blowing glimpse into some false reality. In fact the answer is quite simple; to destroy this pathetic tournament, those who seek to claim their "glory", and to do two simple things.

Destroy the trash, break them, and send them back to their hole.

To watch the Ultratitle burn into ash.

Flock to me my sheep....For I shall slaughter you all.
​

Brief Roleplay

You want to know me, to see me, to know me. I just want to destroy you. All you need to know lies in the history of a name that every man knows.

I am as close to God as you'll ever see and your whole little tournament will be ash that falls like a beautiful gray snow left in the wake of my destruction.

You want a champion and I want to end you. It seems we have no choice but to settle this with broken bones and broken dreams. Come, sheep, come and let's dance. You will look into the eyes of a true legend and see your dwindling light flash only for an instant and then watch as your hopes and dreams are extinguished.

As your meaningless excuse of a life finishes before you, from the time you should have been a puddle on some sleazy hotel mattress to being a washed up wanna-be, I will end your suffering and you will know me as your God.

That's all you need to know...

Count the bodies like sheep...

Count the bodies.

Count the sheep.

Go back to sleep. ​

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[CyanideHarvey]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Cyanide Harvey ​

Wrestler Height

6'8" ​

Wrestler Weight

298 ​

Wrestler Age

22 ​

Theme Music

"2nd Sucks" by A Day to Remember ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Poisonous Impact Brainbuster ​

Wrestler moveset

Hip toss
close fist punch
backhand chop
short arm closeline
piledriver
ddt
headbutt
armbar
armdrag
irish whip
Brainbuster ​

Leagues Currently Active In

USPW ​

Brief Biography

Cyanide Harvey hails from parts unknown.
This Monster has on thing on his mind and that is hurting someone! ​

Brief Roleplay

The Arena and Ameri-Tron Goes Black.
There is a slight mer-mer in the crowd. Anticipation.
The Ameri-Tron comes alive: The Video is of a Masked Monster 6'8" near 300lbs, Long hair flowing from atop his masked head.
The Video then shows the crowd this monster destroying hometown heroes, and veteran Wrestlers alike, with his patented finisher The "Poisonous Impact" Brain-buster. Framing the video on the top and bottom is the name of this monster in creepy writing; Cyanide. The sound system in the Arena blares; "2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember

The Monster walks out from the blacked area. He stops short on the ramp itself and looks around.
He stands there and the camera does a close up. A blue and yellow demon mask on his face, and yellow eyes glow through the eye holes, he snarls at the camera and the camera man backs away. He makes his way down the ramp, tattoos cover his upper arms, black elbow pads, athletic tape from just below the pads down to the hands, spiked wrist pads and a dog collar, along with a blue muscle shirt, with black cargo pants and boots make up this monsters appearance.

Cyanide enters the ring with a under the rope slide in. He walks over to the far corner of the Ring and demands a microphone. His music Cuts.
Cyanide holds the Mic up to his face, and simply states, "I have Arrived!" Cyanide drops the Microphone and there is a audible 'thud' in the sound system.
Cyanide's music hits and he rolls out of the ring and heads back up the entrance ramp. When he reaches the top of the ramp he turns to the crowd and throws his arms in the air clinching his fists and making and X, then exits the arena. ​

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[Chris Eagles]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Christopher Ryan Eagles ​

Wrestler Height

6'0 ​

Wrestler Weight

235 ​

Wrestler Age

30 ​

Theme Music

"Ugly" by The Exies ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Eagle Wings - a double underhook facebuster (EG HHH Pedigree)

The End Is Near - Punt to the head.

The FINAL SOLUTION - Punt to the Head with Steel Chair around the neck (Used very rarely, to put someone out for longer then normal EiN) ​

Wrestler moveset

The Eagle's Descent - A Lung Blower to the chest. (But can be done to face also)
The CRE Breaker - Inverted Headlock Backbreaker (eg Randy Orton)
Cancerous Kiss - DDT with through the top and middle rope (EG Randy Orton)
Punch
Kick
Clothesline
Body Slam
Stomp on each body part when opponent down
Dropkick ​

Leagues Currently Active In

TWOstars ​

Brief Biography

Chris Eagles debuted in TWOstars in 2005 as the "Million Dollar Man" Christopher Eagles. A few gimmicks later and Eagles would because the Cancer of TWOstars Christopher Ryan Eagles.

He has been a Tag Team Champion and a record four-time Television Champion as well as holder the ERE Hardcore title in TWOstars sister company ERE.

Eagles is the longest serving member on the TWOstars roster, but never won the big one. ​

Brief Roleplay

Suddenly the screen turns on and a man is sitting, looking straight down the lens.

CRE: My name is Christopher Ryan Eagles, I'm here to become the new Ultimate Champion.

Eagles adjusts his tie.

CRE: Noone here knows what I can do, because I'm loyal to TWOstars I have never faced any of these so-called stars. So I plan on winning the title and taking it back to TWOstars and showing the world what a Champion looks like.

As sudden as it turned on, the screen goes black. ​

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[TSiegel]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Erik Mateo ​

Wrestler Height

6'0 ​

Wrestler Weight

258 ​

Wrestler Age

32 ​

Theme Music

"Great To Be A Man" by Rodney Carrington ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Bolo Bomb Sitout Powerbomb (I'll try to get you proper bio stats later or just ask Justin Buitron) ​

Wrestler moveset

Set up/impact move: Top Turnbuckle Elbow drop ala Randy Savage/CM Punk ​

Leagues Currently Active In

IWF ​

Brief Biography

http://www.fwrestling.com/showthread.php?21943-Erik-Mateo ​

Brief Roleplay

(Fadein, "Mateos' Pub" in Las Vegas, Nevada. Inside you see the usual, broken glass, chairs, tables, slow-swinging lightbulbs hanging without a shade-and-or-cover. A pool table with scuffs and torn-yet-faded-felt, scratched up pool cues with no tips. You know, the usual. The camera pans through the club as it passes by a dart board with dart board stuck in with no 'wings' on the back or just jammed into the 'bullseye' without a tip. Finally the camera locates our "hero", dressed in blue jeans and a black western-plaid shirt, sprawled on the floor, facedown with his black cowboy hat covering his head from the remaining light in the bar, but as if he just missed the door OUT of the 'Restroom'. From behind the camera we here the cameraman sigh, protrude a boot and stomp his shoulder HARD, provoking Mateo to roll over and wince, yelling out at the same time from the sharp wake-up call. He grabs at his shoulder as he sits up against the wall.)

EM: AAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOCH!!!! Watt en tha TAR-NATION deadja doe thayt 'fer??

(The Cameraman's hand protrudes this time and snaps his fingers ala "Thing" from "The Addams Family", as it snaps twice and points over to the left. The camera turns left and zooms in, past a broken television, past the resting place of the very majestic-looking LVW World Heavyweight Championship title, over towards a medium-sized chalk board that someone (most likely the cameraman), wrote on the board, "This Week's Special: Vizier ta Seti for the Emerald City Championship" as well as other specials that were either changed or are half-erased.)

EM (scratching his head): Nahn-nahtee-fahve fer way-ski?? En thays b'rr?? Thayts KNOTS!!!

("The Thing" slaps Mateo across the face and points again. Mateo looks again before being pointed to another television, showing Mateo Setis' promo. Mateo slowly stands up, intrigued and captivated as he moves toward the bar, sitting on a wobbly bar stool next to the LVW title, as he picks it up and slaps it over his right shoulder. Five minutes later he swivels around awkwardly, but with intent as he smirks.)

EM: Wale....ets ah-bot tahm.


Efftar awl thayt batchin' thayt thayt kade dead fer ah shout ayt tha tahtil....ol' "Poppa Squat" failed....jest lahk hay doss en rail lahf....

(Mateo makes an 'invisible check-mark')

Star-ack wan.

Meester "Perky-Two-Tits" capes batchin' thayt hay's naht hadda tahtil shout ginst Vivian yet, bet fer salm raisin....eben doe hays naht happeh wit' thayt....hays gatin' ah shout ayt tha ulp-calmin' peh-par-veyow, "Sarge".

Thang es...thayt sniv'len sum-beach jes' gaht BATE bah ol' Poppa-Squat-Tart. SOW...

Laced Ah sahw....hay ain' no "Parfeck" no mo' ice hee?? Ah mane...ain' ah-lotta cradle-bil'ty leaft en thayt thar neck-nime nahw es thar??

Star-ack tow.

Thayn weh gaht thayt low-dowan sum-beach Sloppo-Racoon.

Sum-beach gates naht wan...bet TOW tahtil shouts....lousehs boat' shouts, wayne mindya...tha baist'rd shooda neber eben sate foot en thais comp'neh ta BEG'N WETH!!!

Bet despaht ol' Sloppy Racoon tackin' hes bowl an' gowen hoam...stale....

Star-ack threye....end en spar-et uv tha up-calmin' base-bowl says-un....lemme poot et en ah why thayt cane beh baiter un'er'tood....

Ets tahm fer ah noo bater....thems folks woatchin'...theh day-surf anudder bater....

Wan thaytil proob too em thayt ah Champ'yon cane beh uv theh sem con'nent....

Wan thayt ain' stinjeh....lahk Seddi.

Seddi sames tah thank thayt jes' beh-coss hay's gaht tha Em'rald Seddi Cham'shep, thayt thayt macks hem spe'shall.

An' know-bodeh 'roun' har' es aneh bater wayne et calms tah tha Em'rald Seddi Champ'shep....sept' MEH.

Cuz' thayt thar' rang....say thayt MAH RANG, jes' lahk thayt thar' tahtil...wale thayts' mahn tow.

Seddi....youse gowna mike meh PIE??

Loohk 'roun' youse i'norent FOOHL...jes' howl obten does youse t'inksah pies fer aneh thang??

Fack es...ain' nudden noo 'roun' har'....

Probleh....

(Mateo scratches his head again)

Nahn-ten-nahnteh-tow??

Thayts' 'bowt roit....

Bet youse say....ah downt PIE...fer nudden.

Eben say...brangin' anudder tahtil Ah wan en ah com'neh, ah tahtil thayt ahs' wan fer mah perdy ladle nice...

(The Camera cuts in for a short close up, as Mateo slaps his chest acouple times, closing his eyes. A beat or two passes before he opens them again and looks back at the camera.)

EM: Ahs' nose youse don' pie 'tension, Seddi....sow Ahs' tails youse ah say-con tahm.....thayt lil' gurl es mah hole whirl', youse unner-stain??

Her daddeh es ah mane peace o' shet....bet sheh day-surfs are'thang thayt mayks har' happeh....an' beleb meh wayne ahs' tails youse...whennin' thayt tahtil...ets gon' mayk them fowks happeh....ets gon' mayk MEH happeh...bet mos'uv awl...

Ets...gon' mayk HER happeh....an' owl does whut ah hafta, tah mayke thayt hapen...

En tha' mane tahm....

(Camera view pans back out)

Youse goes an' tresh'er thayt tahtil....mayk youse outtah thayt tahm youse hab lef' wet' thayt Champ'shep...youse ehberry say-con....

'coss Ah'ma calmin' tah rep et frum youse.

Down' tails meh ah-bowt Dah'term'na'shun, Son....coss bah-twine youse, meh...an' tha' entyer WOR'D...

Youse don' eben nose tha' meen'en off et.

Beeyen tha' mos' respeck'd Champ'yon off tha' spurt....

Youse cane cape thayt.....beh'coss tah beh on-est....Ah down' car' 'bowt respeck'.

Tha' ownleh pearson ah RESPECK'...ahs loohk ayt en tha mearohr.

Are'thang ails...hail....thayts jes' BON'ES.

Udderwize....eff et warnt fer thayt....hail...Ahs maht faht'cha' jes fer tha' sheeyr fack thayt youse sed...whut waz thayt ward??

HUGH-BROS....

Nahw....ahs down' zactleh now whut thayt meens, an' ahs don' rally need tah....bet tha fack es kwhite sem-pole: Ahs' down lahk et wayne youse canah' gahs youse wards ahs down' neber herd obb...

Ahs dowen' beh-coss howls does ahs nose eff youse es cowlin' meh a nam' er' nawt....sow ahs gon' ASS-soom...thayt et was nawt jes' ah ward ahs down' now....bet et waz an en-sault frum youse yer-self too...ayn tah meh...

Et down' gate aneh-warse thane thayt, thayt ah jes' p'ncha en tha nose...

Bet wayne Ahm don' weth youse....

youse luckeh youse eben gate throw ARE-PORT S'CURITY, mochless tow tha nex' shao...bet res' ass-sher...

Youse'll now whut et fails lahk, Seddi....

Beh-coss Ahs'll sen' youse owt tah tha' nex' shao mah'self wayne youse leeb mah rang.

Fers' Class bake tah tha' boatum.

Ware youse beh'lon'.

FADEOUT​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

AJ Johnson ​

Wrestler Height

6'2" ​

Wrestler Weight

225 ​

Wrestler Age

32 ​

Theme Music

"I came to Play" by Downstait ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Spreaded Wings Moonsault: A moonsault off of the top rope that is inverted into a leg drop. ​

Wrestler moveset

*Snap Suplex
*Hurricanrana
*Piledriver
*Dropkick
*Neckbreaker
*Styles Clash
*Cross Body ​

Leagues Currently Active In

USPW ​

Brief Biography

*AJ is a seasoned vet in the wrestling business as he has held many major titles in a number of different promostions. He is the type that uses a very techniqual style when wrestling and likes to claim that he is the best pure wrestler in the business. He is very cocky and arrogant and many that have been around him claim that he has a very big ego.



Wrestling Attire:
*Black and Gold tights that lead down to his knees.
*Botts are pure Gold with some black trim.
*Wrists taped.
*Cross Tattoo on his right arm.


Titles Held:

1x GWA Heavyweight Champion
2x GWA Global Champion
2x GWA Tag-Team Champion
3x GWA Hardcore Champion
1x GWA All-Action Champion
1x EWA Hardcore Champion
1x USPW 6-Man Tag-Team Champion (Current)
​

Brief Roleplay

*Scene opens to a room with AJ Johnson standing in front of the USPW Logo that is hanging over the wall. He looks straight into the camera and begins speaking.*

AJ:I am joining this tournament for one thing and one thing only. Myself....I could care less about the fans, promoters, or anyone else associated with it. I am going to win and show everyone why I am the best ever!



*Sorry I didn't have much time and wanted to make it very brief.* ​

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ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Troy "The Baller" Franklin ​

Wrestler Height

6'3 ​

Wrestler Weight

235 ​

Wrestler Age

32 ​

Theme Music

"Im Having a Relapse" by Eminem ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Baller Death Lock (Scorpion Death Lock) ​

Wrestler moveset

01) Clothes Line
02) Big Boot To The Face
03) Stomps
04) Belly To Back Suplex
05) Belly To Belly Suplex
06) Superplex
07) Open Handed Slap To The Face
08) Elbow off the second rope
09) Submission sleeper hold
10) One leg Boston Crab
11) Spinning Neck Breaker ​

Leagues Currently Active In

USPW ​

Brief Biography

http://www.uspw1.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=troyfran ​

Brief Roleplay

"Biggest match of my young USPW career
"

This is the match I've been waiting for. Not because it's personal with Cajun Flames but because it's the first time I feel I have to bring my all to the ring in order to win. I can say I bring my all each and every week but just like every wrestler here...I bring it harder when I know I have a challenge. I would consider Cajun Flames a challenge...a big one to be exact. With that being said...it's time to bring it!

(The scene opens up with Baller lounging around the house. It's a few days away from Freedom and the only thing he seems to be thinking about these days is his match with Cajun Flames. You can tell by the look of his room that he hasn't paid much attention to the house duties this week. Hell he hasn't paid much attention to anything at the house this week and he's been hearing about it. Truth is he hasn't been listening though. His wife walks into the room.)

Keita: I guess Im going to have to go get Troy from school today huh?

(Baller, who is looking at film of Cajun Flames realizes his girl has entered the room but he didn't really hear what she had to say.)

Baller: Huh? Did you say something baby?

Keita: I mean can you pay attention to me for one damn minute? ****...

(Baller realizes the anger and decides to pause the film.)

Keita: What? You actually heard me say something around this mutha****er?

Baller: Baby don't be like that.

Keita: How about you not be like that? I wasn't to fond of you getting back into wrestling for this very reason. You let that **** take over everything you do.

Baller: Im a perfectionist. You know I hate to lose. It's not an option and this week I have a tough match.

Keita: Im all for you winning but you have a damn family around here. I've been picking Troy up all week long. One positive with you and the USPW is that the shows are here in DC so you're home all the time and not on the road. But hell this week you might as well have been on the road. You've been home but your head isn't home.

Baller: Sorry baby...what do you want me to tell you? Things are really starting to pick up in the USPW and this week is a huge week for me. Hell after this things are probably going to get even bigger. I don't do this **** to be good. I do it to be the best and to be the best you have to put the work in.

Keita: You've been a wrestler most of your life and it has brought you great fame but when is it going to end? I mean we have a life to live outside of your wrestling.

Baller: It's going to end when Im ready for it to end and I don't see that being the case anytime soon. I don't see you complaining when you're out here shopping all the time. I don't see you complaining when you're sleep until noon in the day while all your friends are out here everyday going to work. You only complain about it when he has an affect on you. What is it? You have a problem with getting Troy from school. Don't worry about it, I'll get him. Im not going to sit up here and listen to this bull**** from you.

Keita: You disrespectful mutha****er.

Baller: Not going to be too many more mutha****ers. I've let one slide. You better chill your ass out.

Keita: How you going to sit up here and say all that? This is about you and your family. It has nothing to do with me not wanting to do something. I've always had your back.

(Baller raises his voice.)

Baller: Well have it now!!

(Baller rarely loses his cool and he never loses it with his girl. This kind of shocks her and she starts crying. Baller feels bad.)

Baller: Don't cry baby. I just want and need you to have my back on this one. The USPW is a whole different monster. A monster that I'm trying to conquer and I need you to understand that. In other feds I could live off of my legacy alone. That's not going to get me far here. In the USPW it's a what have you done lately type of place. I can't do this without you. You know you;'re my rock and you know I need you to have my back. I know I said it would be different this time around but my competitive nature won't allow that to be the case. I have to be the best...I will be the best.

(Troy's girl wipes her eyes.)

Keita: THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO THE BANK!!

Baller: That's my baby. You go ahead and chill out. I'll go pick Troy up from school.

Keita: Don't worry about it. I got it.

Baller: It's only going to take me a hour or so. I'll go get him.

Keita: You sure?

Baller: Im positive. As a matter of fact Im going to take you guys out to dinner tonight.

Keita: That sounds fun, but...

Baller: No buts. Just go figure out what you're going to wear. We're going to go somewhere nice so make sure you pick out something nice.

(Keita kisses Troy.)

Keita: Thanks baby.

(Keita leaves the room. Before turning off the television, Baller takes another look at his opponent.)

Baller: Cajun Flames won't know what hit his ass this week.

(Baller turns off the television and leaves. He's now in his car on his way to pick up his son from school. His cell phone rings.)

Baller: Hello...

Voice: What's up witcha?

Baller: Who dis?

Voice: It's Dean fool. What's good?

Baller: The Baller...ha ha.

Voice: I hear that.

Baller: What's up with you?

Voice: Just getting back into town. You know I did that travel the world thing.

Baller: Right...how was that?

Voice: Man I had the time of my life.

Baller: That's what's up.

Voice: Got to see so many females. Got to smoke on some of that fire ass green. I mean I had a blast.

Baller: That's what's up.

Voice: I came back to find out you've been busy since I left.

Baller: Yeah.

Voice: Just can't stay away from that ring huh? And to think when I first tried to get you into wrestling you didn't think you would like it. Now look at you. My man is a wrestling legend. Ha ha...go figure.

Baller: Im glad you got me to make that choice. Wrestling has done a lot for my life. Main thing being it kept me from behind bars.

Voice: Or dead somewhere.

Baller: Exactly. Wrestling has saved my life and allowed me to be rich as well.

Voice: I know that's right.

Baller: So what's up with you? You going to come join me in the USPW?

Voice: To be honest with you, I was thinking about that. Even talked to Brien about it.

Baller: Oh yeah? What's up with Brien anyway? I haven't talked to him in awhile.

Voice: You know Brien...always busy. He did say he would give it some thought though. As for myself, I've been wanting to get back into the ring for a while now. Need to kick some ass, you know?

Baller: The USPW is the place to do it.

Voice: What's the talent like there?

Baller: It's pretty good talent. I mean some of the guys you already know from the GWA days. Then its some new talent. It's not where it needs to be but it will be soon enough.

Voice: I saw something last week about you and AJ. You guys thinking about doing it again?

Baller: I think the promotion wants to put that match together. You know I'm all for it. Last time AJ and I faced off he got the best of me. I still have nightmares about that match. Im usually able to right all wrongs. Haven't had the chance to right that ship though and it bugs the **** out of me.

Voice: Call him out then.

Baller: I don't have to do that. AJ knows I want that match and so does the USPW. Im sure they'll make the match sooner or later.,

Voice: When are they going to give you a shot at a title? It's crazy that all these tag matches keep going down and your name isn't involved with any of them.

Baller: I hear that question all the time. Im not GM...I don't sign the matches. All I can do is beat ass when a match is signed. Sooner or later they're going to have to start giving me title shots. I guess they don't want to destroy all the confidence of the other wrestlers. Once I win a title...it stays with me...you know that and Im sure they know that as well.

Voice: From what I've seen you're the best that fed has to offer.

Baller: You and I both know that...hell the whole world knows that but what can I do?

Voice: Have you ever thought about not being the good guy? I mean I know you love all the love from the fans but they're still going to love you, nice man or not.

Baller: You mean just go around kicking ass and demanding my way?

Voice: Exactly.

Baller: It hasn't come to that point yet. If things don't change soon it will though and I promise you the USPW doesn't want to see that.

Voice: A angry Baller...naw they're not ready for that.

Baller: So when are you going to make your decision?

Voice: Im going to come and check out the show this week. See what things look like then go from there.

Baller: Sounds good.

Voice: Who's your victim this week?

Baller: Cajun Flames.

Voice: I heard of that guy. He almost beat Phantom a few weeks back, right?

Baller: Yeah and I'll be ready for this one. He won't almost beat me.

Voice: I hear that.

Baller: Im not with losing...you know that.

Voice: No one is but you take it to a whole different level. I bet you're getting into it with wifey, aren't you?

Baller: You know me too well.

Voice: I've been your partner through your wrestling career. You know I know you better than you know yourself.

Baller: Ha ha. Im trying to smooth things out though. Im going to take her and Troy out tonight. Im on my way to pick Troy up from school now.

Voice: Where are y'all going to go?

Baller: I don't know yet.

Voice: Kim and I may meet you guys.

Baller: That sounds like a plan. But one thing.

Voice: What's that?

Baller: No wrestling talk.

Voice: Ha ha...no problem. Just hit me up when you decide where you're going.

Baller: Will do. Im pulling up to Troy's school now. I'll hit you back.

(Baller gets off the phone as he pulls into the school parking lot. School is still a few minutes away from letting out. Troy lays back and his thoughts go to his match.)

Baller(thinking to himself): Man this is a big week for me. I have to win this match. Not just because I want to keep my streak alive but because this is my first real test since climbing back into the ring. I can prove a lot to a lot of people this week. I can prove a lot to myself. Im sure Cajun wants this match as well but not as bad as I do. He's going to get my best and I don't think he's ready for that. I don't think anyone is. This is the biggest match of my short USPW career. I've had big matches throughout my careers and even though this one isn't for any kind of title, it's just as big. This week I make a statement against Cajun Flames and this week I also send AJ a message. The USPW is behind hyping that match up. It's time for me to get behind it. It's a match I want to happen and Im sure AJ feels the same way. Only this time I'll be the one victorious. THAT YOU CAN TAKE TO THE BANK! That Baller is back and better than ever. THAT YOU CAN ALSO TAKE TO THE BANK!

(Just then Baller realizes that lil Troy is banging on the window of the car. He unlocks the door and lil Troy climbs in.)

Baller: Boy don't beat on them windows like that. You know how much this car cost.

LT: You were is some kind of zone. I was knocking for a minute.

Baller: You were.

LT: I see you're back into wrestling full force.

Baller: You ok with that?

LT: Im not Keita dad. I love it when you're wrestling. Im a legend in school just off of your name.

Baller: I hear that but don't you think it's about time for you to make a name for yourself.

LT: It sure is. Spring ball starts up next week. You know how I kill them on that field.

Baller: Like father...

LT: Like son...

(The scene fades to black as the two give each other a high five.) ​

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[YanSuko]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Kiyomori ​

Wrestler Height

5'11'' ​

Wrestler Weight

233 ​

Wrestler Age

37 ​

Theme Music

"Kiyomori" by Hiro Hakagawa ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Rule of Kiyomori: Top Rope Imploding Senton (Swanton Bomb) ​

Wrestler moveset

Shining Wizard (Sets up the Rule of Kiyomori)

Hard Knife Edge Chops

European Uppercut

Single Leg Crab

Scissored Arm Bar (Rings of Saturn)

Dragon Screw Legwhip into a Figure Four

Slaps to Chest

Forearms (Doesn't Punch)

Dropkick to Knee into a Facecrusher (Dropkicks the knee, bounces off the rope and hits a Facecrusher)

Indian Deathlock Ankle Hold (Instead of folding back he reaches back in a Front Headlock position on the ankle)

Release German Suplex

Rolling Knee Drop (After bouncing off the ropes)
​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

Is a legend in Japan, his real name is Nao Morita. After graduating dojo in Japan he took an excursion to Italy where he developed a great deal, returned back to Japan and won a number of major titles in his home promotion. Joining the UltraTitle tournament and it will be his first experience in the United States. Does know how to speak English. Is known for his fluid nature in the ring his Shogun attire that he wears to the ring and his decorative face paint.
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Brief Roleplay

Second Character ​

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[alex_hayes]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"The Native American All-American" Alexander Hayes ​

Wrestler Height

5'8" ​

Wrestler Weight

225 ​

Wrestler Age

25 ​

Theme Music

"The Offering by Shaman's Harvest ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Hand of the Creator (Canadian Piledriver) ​

Wrestler moveset

Ankle lock

Boston Crab

Multpiple suplexes

multiple ddt

Toronto Maple Leaf

Moonsault

Standing Shooting Star

Shooting Star off top

Leapfrog Legdrop ​

Leagues Currently Active In

SFT ​

Brief Biography

Raised by an abusive father, Alexander sought solace in amateur wrestling-moreso because of his father pushing him into it-and the teachings of his Native American beliefs. He soon found out that he was destined for greatness and propelled himself into the circuti of amateur wrestling far beyond any man's age. Even though he despises his long past father, he relishes in the fact that all his fame and glory was because of him.

At the age of nine years old, his father pushed him until he broke down his will. The only thing that kept him aboard was the fact that he had his teachings from his mentor Vincent Joseph. The man was like the father he never had before, and perhaps never will again. He had all the knowledge and then some. He shared his teachings about Wounded Knee with Alex one day who set out to find his grandparent's graves; people he never met. Vince bade him to never follow them because it would only lead to disaster.

So he listened and continued on with wrestling and remained undefeated all through his college years. Graduating Harvard with a 4.0 he tried out for the Olympics only to be told he wasn't good enough. This was when he ventued into pro wrestling winning every title he has had in his league except the top pinnacle, the world heavyweight championship.

Now the current hardcore champion of SFT and two time Hardcore champion at that, he wants to do anything that he can to bring legitimacy back to the hardcore title, and he will at any cost even if it means destroying other people's careers to do it. ​

Brief Roleplay

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Alexander Hayes. I am a nobody around here and that's about to change. You see, I came to this tournament to prove to everyone and those people that I represent that I am not a fluke. I'm sick and tired of sitting back and watching other win and win and win. Although I have won every title except the world, I know I can do this. It's my motivation that drives me.

What's my motivation you may ask? All through out the years my people have believed in war and competition. I believe in such things. Whether it was war to defend ourselves, or it was competition to see who the bigger and better man was. I came here because of the great competition that has been provided to me by the Creator.

You see back where I come from, that miserable little place; SFT has become a place of biased, corporate ignoramus hypocrites that like to confess themselves purists to us common people. Heh, well that's not just me. I see through all their lies and through all their spoils. It was only a matter of time before I came to a place where the best of the best competed. Oh, I'm sorry, did I just rat out my own company?

Seriously I could care less of what those pious. pathetic imbeciles care. They're nothing but men in business suits squabbling over pieces of meat that'll make them money.I'm here because I love the business. I'm here to make money and to win. If you can provide me that, then you've found yourself a person with passion. I pray to the Creator that this is true. I've been way t humiliated with lack of competition here in and here out. Show me what the Ultratitle is about and I may stick around. ​

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[USPWJayConnor]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Jay Connor ​

Wrestler Height

6'4 ​

Wrestler Weight

234 ​

Wrestler Age

28 ​

Theme Music

"Next Best Than" Icee Whyte ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Cash Out - Jackhammer of Middle Turnbuckle Sometimes Top Turnbuckle. ​

Wrestler moveset

01) Kitchen Sink
02) Running Knee To Bent Over Opponent
03) Snap Suplex
04) German Suplex
05) Knee Or Arm Bar
06) Dragon Sleeper In Standing Position
07) Elevated DDT Opponent Leaned Over Top Rope
08) Frog Splash
09) Powerbomb
10) Chokeslam
11) Big Boot
12) Big Slaps To The Chest
13) Sidewalk Slam
14) Fall Away Slam
15) Codebreaker
16) Swinging Neckbreaker
17) Spear ​

Leagues Currently Active In

USPW ​

Brief Biography

Not Much Known About the man named Jay Connor real name Jason Daniel Connor. Just that he 6'4", 234lbs, and resides in Antioch, Tennessee. ​

Brief Roleplay

I will let my actions speak for me for the tournament. I haven't roleplayed in years but still have what it takes. ​

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[MikeyMassacre]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Mikey Massacre ("The Brutul Basterd," "The Bearded Bastard," The King of Old School") ​

Wrestler Height

6'2 ​

Wrestler Weight

249 ​

Wrestler Age

45 ​

Theme Music

"All Right Now" by Free ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Massacre (top-rope frog splash, throws chair in midair onto opponent) ​

Wrestler moveset

Everplex (top-rope exploder suplex); Kurtisplex (backdrop driver); Mannyplex (katahajime suplex); multiple dropkicks to opponent followed by multiple dropkicks to the air for no apparent reason, followed by chest-pounding and head-punching himself; atomic drop followed by running bulldog, followed by running bulldogs to invisible/nonexistent opponents ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None at the moment, previous'y NAPW and REBEL Pro ​

Brief Biography

Michael Mertens was a bottom-of-the-card, mullet-sporting jobber for most of his career. In the early 2000s, he began wrestling for more extreme promotions, earning a decent indy following and the nickname Mikey Massacre, which he seen proudly adopted.Mikey Massacre sent in hundreds of taps until REBEL Pro finally signed him. He became an instant fan favorite and accumulated titles, earning the first real success of his career. He also began wrestling semi-regularly for NAPW, REBEL Pro's sister fed. A couple of years into his run, he began questioning the industry he had dedicated his life to, resulting in a dissociative disorder. Eventually, one ‘part’ of his personality won out; he turned on his tag team partner, Nick Everhardt, and became a huge heel, changing his name to Michael Massacre. He denigrated REBEL Pro and the sport of pro wrestling, cumulating in a win at NAPW’s 2009 King of Old School tournament, which he used as a soapbox, preaching his beliefs. He was later turned on by his own disciples at a REBEL Pro event and fled the company.No one is quite sure what Michael Massacre did, but after being gone from the sport for almost a year, he came back to NAPW, apparently brought in by Zouave, a psycho clown who was running NAPW at the time. There are some reports that he was institutionalized; others claim he wrestled in underground events in Japan. All that is known is that the entity formerly known as Mikey(Michael) Massacre came back to NAPW under TWO names, as if he was actually TWO different people: Michael and Massacre. Before agreeing to join NAPW, he had two contracts sent to him, one for each ‘identity.’ Formally, Massacre was the wrestler and Michael was his manager.

​

It is believed that a series of beatings from Donovan Astros, Jacob Venar and Jake Phoenix cured him of his split personalities. Mikey Massacre was honored with a spot in the REBEL Icons. During his acceptance speech, he became overwhelmed with emotion for what he had previously done in REBEL. He apologized, and was soon thereafter brought back as REBEL's play-by-play man. He did so for about a year, until one day he snapped, attacking world champion Lisa Seldon, fed up with the direction he perceived REBEL to have taken. He freaked out for a few months, then a devastating lost to hardcore icon Bubba J in a Pure Honor match sent him packing. He has since resumed taking his medication, and has even gone back to announcing part-time.
​

Brief Roleplay

“Anyways, I’ll give you three questions. Shoot.”

“Okay, well then, Mikey, I guess the most pressing question is… why aren’t you doing any promos before your match? The fans are used to you giving ‘em something, you know? Trying to entertain them?”

“The last few times I’ve opened my mouth in front of the REBEL fans, I’ve said and done some things I regret. Losing my cool, flipping out, beating the s(BLEEP) out of TONY. That isn’t me, Chet. I don’t want the fans to see that side of me. I don’t want to be like every other wrestler out there, always getting fired up in their promos, saying they’re gonna win the match for reasons A, B, and C… that isn’t me. I’m here to wrestle. To entertain. To put on a show. Win or lose, I want the fans to go home happy. And, to be honest, I think I’m one of the few. I think that’s why the fans appreciate me here in REBEL; they know I’m authentic. No gimmicks needed. But when I start showing them how Manny has got to me, all of the sudden I’m the babyface who the heel has got to. I’m not gonna be a part of that clichéd storyline. No way.”

“Okay, fair enough. If I give a follow-up, does it count as one of my questions?”

Mikey smirks. “You’re lucky I don’t count THAT as one of your three. Two more questions, Chet.”

“Okay, okay. What is your reaction to what happened at the debut Underground show?”

Mikey shrugs. “Look, I fell for Manny’s little plan. I fell for it hook, line and sinker. He led me to believe he wanted Zeke to win, that that would be the end of my torment, that a Zeke victory was a Manny victory. Manny, that piece of ****, had me proclaiming that to the REBEL world. And I fell for it. I honestly was surprised when he let me win. Now I KNOW what his plan was, just like he said last night on the website. His plan was to soften me up. He intends to take my title PERSONALLY.

“Regarding Zeke, I’m (BLEEP) bull(BLEEP) about the way things went down. It was made to look like Manny gave me the victory, like I couldn’t handle Zeke on my own. And that characterization just weakens the Carolina’s title, makes it look like a damn joke. I said it when I beat Nickels, I’ve said it since, and I’ll say it up until the moment when I finally lose this belt, unless I die first.. I am not the champion for pride. I am not the champion because I think I’m the best. I’m not champ because I think I deserve it. Yeah, I beat Nickels, Everhardt, Manny… but whatever reasons led me to being the champ, Nickels leaving the company and not giving a ****, Everhardt being new to REBEL, whatever, I am here to bring honor to this belt. Muerte held that belt and defended it four times,. That f(BLEEP) guy made this belt what it was. Yeah, the fans may not have appreciated him. A lot of the REBEL guys didn’t either. But, regardless, he defended that belt four times and he made it worthy. My job is to continue to make it worthy. My goal when I won it was to defend it five times. Hell, if I can defend it twenty times, that’s great too, but I won’t be satisfied until I beat Manny at American Anarchy, then beat whomever else is along the way. I’d love to have it all the way to Red, White and Bruised and give Zeke another shot. But who knows what’ll happen. I just have to keep my eyes on American Anarchy and that’s what I intend to do.” ​

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[Classy Mike C]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Classy Mike C ​

Wrestler Height

6'3 ​

Wrestler Weight

263 ​

Wrestler Age

35 ​

Theme Music

"I'm So Bored With The USA" by The Clash ​

Wrestler's Finisher

The Classyleaf - Texas Cloverleaf ​

Wrestler moveset

The Stretford End (front flip/spinning heel kick)
Manchester Kiss (Powerbomb set up into a sit down facebuster)
Shooting Star Press
Top Rope Elbow Drop
Spinebuster
DDT
Piledriver
Suicide Dive ​

Leagues Currently Active In

USPW ​

Brief Biography

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

Mike C's current character is an anti-American megalomaniac who claims to be trying to save America and show it's people the way. ​

Brief Roleplay

I'm afraid I don't have time at the moment to do this (I'm away from home) and as such I understand if you reject my application because of this. However I've included some links to recent roleplays and if you want a spot filled by someone active rather than a jobber then I'm your man. I'll be back tomorrow when I will happily write the RP and send it by 12 noon UK time (so about 7am EST)

http://www.uspw1.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=userrecentposts&user=classymikec

Obviously Mike C's reasons for entering are 1. to win the thing and 2. to try and convert America to his way of thinking. He truly believes that is way is the correct way and that, if he keeps on about it long enough, people will soon come around to that. ​

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[Somekindofaman]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

"Registered Sex Offender" Frank Wilkes ​

Wrestler Height

6'1" ​

Wrestler Weight

229 ​

Wrestler Age

35 ​

Theme Music

"Trust" by Prince ​

Wrestler's Finisher

REGISTERED!: Fireman's carry brainbuster ​

Wrestler moveset

Armdrags
Hip Attack
Rapid Fire Fists
Rana
Victory Roll
Sleeper
Triangle Choke
Leg Lariat
Shortarmed closeline
Tombstone Piledriver
Crucifix Bomb
Cobra Clutch Suplex ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

A bland midcarder who you've probably seen in a million matches without remembering him, Frank Wilkes gained notoriety after incorporating a criminal conviction into an offensive gimmick. Being forced to register as a sex offender, Wilkes had a hard time getting work. When he did show up at events he'd often find the boys working stiff, attempting to hurt him, and audiences chanting "RSO." Whether he devised it as a gimmick or just rolled with the chants is anyone's guess, but "Registered Sex Offender" Frank Wilkes continues to haunt the indy circuit.

Federation History:
EWF - Had a number of lengthy tag runs with The Bigamist.
SWAT - Won the first ever Ultimate championship, then abandoned the federation to sign a contract with...
SPW - Engaged in a feud with legendary EW Hall of Famer, Dirty Dog Unique Allah, for half a year that concluded in him main eventing the company's "Forever Vile" PPV. After the feud was resolved, Wilkes settled into a backstage position as a road agent. It looked like he was coming out of retirement as the manager of PTD when the company went bankrupt.
SWAT - Wilkes returned for the special 300 man Royal Rumble - "The VVV Memorial Cup" where he made it to the final four.
GNAW - After winning Simon Bach's son in a card game, Wilkes spent the summer feuding with the worried father, somehow becoming the federation's top baby face. People actually cheered "I should warn you... I'm REGISTERED in New Jersey." Damn Jersey. The feud ended with Wilkes winning the company's top prize.
DERP - Riding high on his Northeast Notoriety, Wilkes toured the northern states with DERP holding a title he had to defend constantly... so he's been in hiding. Leading us to...
The Ultra Title. ​

Brief Roleplay

"With a championship as prestiges as the Ultra Title up for grabs, all sorts of characters come out of the woodwork. In a field with over a 128 men competing... some of the more questionable ones can slip in."

[Flicking open his lighter, Frank Wilkes leans into the flame to both light his cigarette and illuminate his face. The Camden native takes a long drag, before exhaling a steady stream of smoke away from the camera.]

"RSO" Frank Wilkes: That is certainly how I got in. <sheepish smile> Hi. My name is Frank. You've probably read about me. I have a few championships under my belt, but no real accomplishments that make me stand out as a world class competitor. I'm more used to working dark matches than main events... yet here I am giving my best run at the Ultra Title. Guys like me aren't supposed to stand a chance... but someone waved me into the line-up so here I am. I'm not sure how far I'll get against so many talented opponents... but I'm here... they let me through... I have a real shot, and I'm taking it. If you sleep on me, I _will_ win this. I look forwards to changing your opinion of me... thanks.

[Stomping out his smoke, Frank turns to leave, then stops...]

"RSO" Frank Wilkes: Oh yeah, I should probably tell you that I'm REGISTERED in the tri-state area.

[The Registered Sex Offender lowers his head in shame. That was going so well, too.] ​

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[ShawnHartXXX]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Felicia Hart ​

Wrestler Height

5'7" ​

Wrestler Weight

136 ​

Wrestler Age

28 ​

Theme Music

"Cherry Lips" by Garbage ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Low Blow. Change to gratuitous make-out session when opponents are female... or her brother. ​

Wrestler moveset

Felicia's wrestling style and move set are, well... none to speak of. She mostly just slaps, smacks, pulls hair, screams, and runs away. Add biting, scratching and clawing to the list when opponents are female. ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

The Skinny: A former cheerleader at the Orlando Hillsborough Community College, Felicia is an aspiring actress, artist, singer, athlete, and interior decorator. She is downright demonic to people she feels don't meet her standards, while bending over backwards for people she considers to be on the 'A-list'. Inexplicably plagued by a bizarre sexual tension that often arises between her and her half-brother, Shawn. Always in tune with the latest trends, fads, and pop culture. Enjoys long walks on the beach, piña coladas, and gettin' DOWN in the rain! ​

Brief Roleplay

FADE IN:

Doggy-paddling in the shallow end of his Jayne Mansfield-shaped pool is multi-promotional champion SHAWN JESSICA HART, PhD. At the grill, Tiny is whipping up a batch of his world famous Boca Burger knock-offs and off in the background, Felicia is sprawled out on a lawn chair, eyes locked to a blurry 16-inch television the Harts inherited from a recently-deceased great uncle. Suddenly, the eerie visage of Cameron Cruise appears on the screen.

FELICIA: "Shaaaawn!"

The Phenom struggles to stay afloat in his sinuous pool.

SJH: "WHAT?"

FELICIA: "Cammy's on the tube!"

Hart goes under momentarily, but is saved by his Dora the Explorer floaties. Coughing and annoyed, he responds.

SJH: "WHAT?!"

FELICIA: "The TV!"

SJH: "The TV?!

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "What about it?!"

FELICIA: "Cruise is on it!"

SJH: "Cameron Cruise?!"

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "He's on the TV?"

FELICIA: "Yeah!"

SJH: "OK, hold up a sec..."

SJH took a deep breath; the four-foot gap between his frantically paddling arms and the edge of Jayne Mansfield's left thigh seemed a near-insurmountable obstacle that stood between the Phenom and his boob tube. Regardless, he collected his chi and went! Flailing his arms and undulating with his body, the Bangbino creeped inch by soul-crushing inch toward the safety of land. Meanwhile, Tiny took a break from his faux burger flipping to observe his mentor's struggles. So too did Felicia, who lowered her designer shades and stared in silence. After what seemed like several moments of some of the most awkward body movements you'll ever see, Shawn finally reached out and grasped the stone edge.

SJH: "Whoa.... f(FCC)ck. Ohh man. Yeeesh."

Hart struggled to catch his breath. Sweet Felish was unfazed.

FELICIA: "Get over here and look at this."

Shawn scurries over to his sister. Tiny resumes his grill mastery.

SJH: "Whoa, I think something's wrong with it.."

This was true, mostly because where once the rabbit ears were now rested a bent and contorted wire hanger that served as the set's antenna. The footage of Cruise was spotty, breaking in and out of viewability and white noise as he cut his promo.

CRUISE: "First off - **STATIC** your **BzzZZtt** TOOL... **SCRATCH-BZZZzzZZzTt** I'd be **PFFFffT** in a relationship with you..."

SJH: "What did he say?!"

FELICIA: "Whoa - BIG BRO! I think he's coming out!"

SJH: "No way!"

FELICIA: "For reals! Listen to the guy!"

They turn their attention back to the screen.

CRUISE: "Now I **GRRgrGrrGG-Pffffft** a man being Gay **ZIP** Bi-Sexual and **PFFFT-PFFFT-Bzzzzz** go off against the natural order.." **BzzzTTz**

FELICIA: "OK, this is just creepy. I mean, I always knew there was something sinister to that whole Dangle Brothers thing, but I never imagined him going off the deep-end like this. Especially right before a big match!"

SJH: "Seriously. And I thought I had it bad having to go up against Edmunds."

FELICIA: "I'm sorry?"

SJH: "At Black Dawn."

Felicia was utterly perplexed.

FELICIA: "Umm Shawn, are you forgetting what went down on Aggression? You're not defending your Intercontinental title, you're-"

Quite suddenly, SJH interjects.

SJH: "Whoa -- WAIT! Is it 8 o'clock?! My favorite show is starting right now. QUICK - dump this Crying Game BS and change the channel!"

Despite commanding his sister to do so, the Bangbino hurled himself past her, adjusted the dial and brought up his favorite program:

SJH: "Oh SNAP! We's about to get all odd couple'y in here. HAH! That Balki... his confusion about our cultural practices and the FOLLY that ensues as a result is comedy GOLD."

FELICIA: "Y'know, I always thought Bronson Pinchot was kind of hot."

SJH: "Meeee tooooo."

FELICIA: "WHAT!? C'mon Shawn, enough with the Perfect Strangers! You already own the DVD boxed set!"

She leans out of her chair and shuts the set off.

SJH: "Hey!"

FELICIA: "We have to talk about Cruise, and the match at hand!"

Hart grimaces.

SJH: "Agh. Don't worry about Cammy's confusion. I'll just use my PRIESTLY POWERS and send him some goodwill."

FELICIA: "C'mon big bro. How many times do I have to tell you that online ordinations don't count for dinky-doo in this state?"

SJH: "I know. But getting bitten by a radioactive Jason Priestley does!"

CUT TO: A flashback sequence. SJH is at a podium, addressing reporters about some publicity stunt or another.

SJH: "Thank you for coming. NOW - let's begin with.."

Suddenly, a rabid Jason Priestley rushes the stage.

PRIESTLEY: "Grrrr-GRRRRRRRR!!"

SJH: "Oh sh(FCC)t."

CUT TO: Real time, and a relenting Felicia.

FELICIA: "Touche."

The Phenom yawns.

SJH: "Well anyway, I dunno what's crawled up Cruise's butt. Er..... well, yeah. After seeing that, I guess I do actually. But all of this Brandon Walshing I've had to do since being bitten is taking a lot out of me, so I think I'm gonna go have a nap. Don't stay in the sun too long, sis."

FELICIA: "But Shawn -- WAIT!""

Before the sentence had left her luscious lips, Hart was gone. At the grill, an oblivious Tiny still flipped burgers. After surveying the scene, Felicia shrugged her shoulders and flipped the television back on to Cruise.

CRUISE: "You wanna get **BUZZZTT** in f(FCC)cking my sh(FCC)t.. **CRACKLE** then please... **PffftTTffT-BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-Zip** F(FCC)ck **Bzz** Cameron Cruise."

FELICIA: "Yeeeeeeesh..."

FADE TO BLACK. ​

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[I Eat Plumbers]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

Doctor Curiosity ​

Wrestler Height

6'1 ​

Wrestler Weight

190 ​

Wrestler Age

35 ​

Theme Music

"Call The Doctor" by Sleater-Kinney ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Schrodinger's Smack (Shining Wizard) ​

Wrestler moveset

Rake of the eyes
450 Faceplant (a 450 splash that always misses)
Assault with a foreign object
Side German Leg Sweep
Curious Crossface (Crippler Crossface)
DDT
Suplex
Drop Toe Hold
Second Rope Leg Drop ​

Leagues Currently Active In

NFW ​

Brief Biography

He's a mad scientist who happens to win things at wrestling. ​

Brief Roleplay

The carrier pigeon arrived, and left Jonathan Evershed with a mixture of wonder and resignation. This did appear to be really happening, and was not just some odd dream. He got together his best legal pads, told the receptionist that he had a very important lunch appointment, and made his way to a diner on the outskirts of whatever the hell town he was supposed to be working in.

He sat, ordered a coffee and waited.

He did not have to wait for long.

“Mister Evershed, I presume?”

The man to whom the voice belonged was short. Not Tom Cruise short, but aggressively short, like a drunken Irish dwarf who may or may not be about to knife you in the thigh to get money for Guinness.

But without the Irish accent, or indeed the knife.

What the man did bring with him was a voice like warmed caramel, and a suit that looked expensively tailored.

“Mister Effervescent?” offered Jonathan.

“Absolutely.”

“And your client?”

“Ah yes. Hey Chris, come over here.”

A shabby figure at the other end of the restaurant unfolded himself from his seat and strolled over. His face wore stubble too ragged to be fashionable, and his hair was so unkempt it would make a stylist weep. His nose was pointed and thin, as if daring the wire-framed glasses on his nose to fall off. He smiled at the NFW employee, and tried to straighten out the cuffs of his old lab coat.

“Vhat?” said Doctor Curiosity, for it was he. “Who ze hell else vere you expecting?”


***

After settling down at a table and ordering some thoroughly average food, the men got to talking.

“I vant my title shot.”

“Do you have the contract?” asked Jonathan.

“Jah!”

Bertrand Effervescent handed it over.

“This is the contract?”

“Jah.”

“It’s written on a napkin.”

“Jah!”

“In lipstick.”

“Jah!”

“And it’s signed with a thumbprint.”

“Jah! Zat is not a problem, no?”

“I think it might be,” said Jonathan.

“Nein! Zis is standard practise for NFW contracts! Just ask Craig Miles!”

“Mister Miles doesn’t work here any more.”

“Vhat?!?”

“Things have changed a little.”

“Next you’ll be tell me there are no more free French hookers in ze middle of ze veek.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“No Free Hooker Vednesday?!? Seriously?”

Jonathan Evershed nodded his head, solemnly.

“I’m not even sure I vant to come back now.”

The doctor’s lawyer whispered something in his ear.

“Ah yes, but I must have my revenge. I suppose zat I vill have to accept zese new terms. At any rate, you now have ze contract, so ze gauntlet match can be cancelled and I have my shot at ze Triple Crown Title.”

“Ummm,” said Jonathan. “This so-called contract just says ‘Doc. All title shots. Yeah.’... I’m not sure how enforceable it is.”

“Look, Mister Showaddywaddy, despite appearances, I like to keep up vith matters pertaining to my gainful employment in ze NFW. I saw Supercrash. I know zat ze ‘in tzing’ at ze moments is contracts and contract disputes. Zey’re all over ze damn show! I vill have my contract dispute, and even zough zere is no small print involved, zis is a legally binding document zat entitles me to shots at all titles in NFW.”

“And you haven’t yet used them all?” asked Jonathan.

“Nein! I used ze National Title shot to vin ze title, vhich vas zen stolen from me most egregiously. I used ze Vorld Title shot, vhich I vas cheated out of vhen Joe ze Plumber bit me, and I contracted rabies. I have, however, not used my title shots at ze Television Title, ze Tag Titles, ze Poor Title or ze new Triple Crown Title. If anything, I tzink zat means I get three shots at ze new title!”

“Be that as it may, Mister Goodman.”

“DOCTOR Goodman,” interjected Bertrand.

“Doctor Goodman, the Gauntlet match is tomorrow, and even if I was to raise this with my superiors, they’re not going to cancel the match this close to it happening. It’d be commercial suicide.”

“So, vhat do you suggest?”

“I suggest that you just turn up and wrestle. Enter the gauntlet match and we’ll see what happens after it.”

“Intriguing,” said the doctor. “I suppose I could do zat. It is not as if zere are any vorthy opponents. I’ve spent half my career beating High Flyer from pillar to post, so him, some other schmucks and a Vizier of the Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence can hardly prove to be much of a threat.”

The Nefarious One smiles.

“I accept! I shall wrestle, I shall vin, and zen I shall take over NFW!

Muwahahaha!

Muwahahahahahahaha!

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA!”

“Sir, can you please keep the noise down?”

“Sorry.” ​

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[Dr Curiosity]

ULTRATITLE Wrestler Profile​

Wrestler Name

gideon ​

Wrestler Height

6'4 ​

Wrestler Weight

250 ​

Wrestler Age

18 ​

Theme Music

"The Way It's Meant To Be" by The Features ​

Wrestler's Finisher

Syndrome: Stone Cold Stunner ​

Wrestler moveset

Assorted strikes
Release German Suplex
European Uppercut
Running shoulder charge
DDT
Big boot
Back body drop
Spinebuster ​

Leagues Currently Active In

None ​

Brief Biography

gideon is a young man with a problem just trying to make his way in the world ​

Brief Roleplay

N/a as he is new.

This is a secondary character by the handler of Dr Curiosity. It's a bit odd. ​

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