Height: 6'3 Weight:234

Hometown: Avon,Montana

Alignment: Face

Alignment: "The Blast" by Talib Kweli

Alignment:

Background Information:
Alex Roiter was raised in the wrestling business. As a young child, he would watch his father Jack and his two older brothers, Bubba & Mike, spar in their backyard in the rural region of Montana. As the youngest, and smallest in frame, Alex always seemed out of place with the Roiter's rough and rugged style.

After watching his two siblings florish in elite federations such as UWA,AAWC and CSWA, Alex decided at the age of eighteen to try the pro ranks for himself. He debuted in AAWC and CSWA in the mid 90's, where he toiled in mostly mid card and dark matches. After only a year on the scene, Alex's late father Jack(RIP) suggested Alex train for awhile longer before stepping up with the big boys again.

Alex moved to Los Angeles, California at the age of twenty, where he studied with local Mexican talent, learning the technical aspect of the wrestling world, as well as the high flying techniques of the luchadors. After four years of training, Alex made his comeback in 2002 to the profesional circuit in the IFW. Within three months, Alex as the top ranked challenger for the IFW's version of the world strap. Though he had his fair share of chances, Roiter never could grasp onto a peice of gold. After the IFW folded, Alex took a tour across Asia and Europe, working with several indy promotions.

In mid August, talks between CSWA and Roiter opened up. He has resigned with the league that gave him his first chance seven years ago.

Roiter is a face who loves the fans, but has a cocky attitude. He believes in himself greatly, and expects to win. He always wants to give the fans a good match, and to represent the sport of wrestling with integrity, something Roiter feels has lacked in recent years.

Titles Held:

Finishing Move:
"The Expeirence"

Finishing Move Description:
German Suplex with bridge and pin.

Setup Move:
Jaw Breaker

Setup Move Description:

Typical Moves:
1- Super Kick
2 - Belly to Belly suplex
3 - Flying Cross Body Block
4 -DDT
5 -Springboard Bulldog
6 - Moonsault
7 - Standing Drop Kick
8 - Drop Toe Hold
9 - Suicide Summersault over the top rope to the floor
10 - Snap Suplex

Handlers Name:
Adam Rice AIM: MystaAdam

Email Address:
MystaAdam@hotmail.com

Messenger Identity:

Wrestler's Entrance Description:
(Roiter's music cues up as he walks out slowly with a white towel wrapped around his neck. He is sporting black pants, black shoes and a white tank top. His dark hair is cut short, as sweat drips off his face. As the bass line rolls in, Roiter begans to hop back and forth on his feet. He jogs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He hops on the middle turnbuckle, tosses his towel into the crowd, then jumps down, facing his adversary.)

Favorite Matches:

Catchphrase:

Recent Quote:

Roleplay Sample:
(Music Cue-Up: "The Blast" by Talib Kweli)

(Scene Fade-In: A locker room filled with rows of banged up and rusty lockers. The area is completely empty except for a single man sitting on a lone bench. He is slumped forward with a white towel dangling over his head. He is wearing black warm up's, no shirt, black sandals and both of his fists taped up. He is breathing very slowly, as his shoulders raise then fall. The theme music plays lowly in the background, as if a boom box is blaring the hip hop song in another room. The sound of dripping water can slowly be heard as well. After a good ten seconds of nothing, the man grips the towel. He slides it off of his cranium and flings it to the floor.)

(Cut-To:The camera slowly zooms in on the mystery man's face. Bright green eyes penetrate into the camera's lense, as a glare covers the males mug. He cracks his neck first to the left, then the right. He runs left hand through his dark black hair before speaking.)

ALEX ROITER: "Well, well, well...Who woulda thought I'd be back? Years of toiling in small time independent promotions seems to maybe of finally paid off. Hours of training, preperation, and education might actually blossom to something that I can call an accomplishment. You see, I finally stumbled across a roster full of entertainers who have some skill. A group of competitors who aren't backyard trash who simply do this for the love of violence. Finally well..."

(Cut-To:Roiter's face twists into a smirk as he once again cracks his neck. He then chuckles slightly before completing his sentence.)

ROITER: "...Well, I found a place where I can get a challenge. You see y'all, there may be some fine fighters here. There are some technicians among this bunch and a handful of men who truly bring a new dimension to high flying. But what no one seems to grasp that this right here..."

(Cut-To:Roiter now stands and starts to hop back and forth on his toes, like a boxer in the ring. He motions to the toned six pack on his stomach, then slides his hand over his defined pectoral muscles.)

ROITER: "This right here...This is the DAMN FUTURE!! Alex Roiter. The Expeirence. I am the future of wrestling....Yea, yea, yea you've heard it all before. A new youngster comes in the ranks running his mouth declaring he is the best. Well, maybe that's true and maybe I haven't show you a damn thing yet. But give me time...(Roiter chuckles once more.) Give me just a small amount of time and you will see why I am the future. Why I am what this game is coming to. I am a creation of perfection. I was born in this bussiness, I was raised in this bussiness.....Hell, I AM THIS BUSSINESS! Bet your bottom dollar on that playboy. So you cats, shine up your belts, laceup your boots, and get ready. Prepare. Because coming soon...You will be facing the future, and that my friend, is an expeirence that you will NEVER...Forget."

(Cut-To: Roiter smiles and gives a wink to the camera. He scoops up his towel and lets out a deep sigh. He begans to turn away from the camera but stops. He peaks over his shoulder with a look of conviction. He gives a small nod, then turns once again and walks off to the back of the locker room.)

(FADE TO BLACK)

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