Post by Wade Barrett on Jul 20, 2011 4:43:09 GMT -5
OOC:
The following is optional, here we respect your privacy.
Name: Sam
Age: 17
Efed Experience: 3 years
GFX Experience: 1 1/2 years
Staff Experience: N/A
How did you find us: Former member
Wrestler Information:
Picture of Superstar: OOC:
Name: Wade Barrett
Nickname(s): N/A
Real Name: Stuart Alexander Bennett
Weight: 260lb
Height: 6'' 5'
Hometown: Manchester, England
Alignment: Heel
Entrance Music: We Are One - 12 Stones
Wrestler's Style: Brawler/Grappler
Finishing Move(s):
- Wasteland
Signature Move(s):
- Sidewalk Slam
- Big Boot
- Fallaway Slam
- Backbreaker
Favorite Weapon: Lead Pipe
Favorite Match Type: No DQ
Entrance: We Are One by 12 Stones blasts through the speakers as none other than Wade Barrett walks out onto the stage, only to be greeted by a chorus of boos. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks around, rubbing his fists for a second before throwing his right hand into the air. He lowers it before jogging for a second and punching the air in front of him. As he approaches the ring he turns left and walks slowly up the steps before stepping in between the middle and top rope. He walks towards the turnbuckle opposite and climbs to the top with his arms raised high. He jumps down and rubs his fists again waiting for his opponent.
Sample Roleplay: (As Booker T)
“Can you dig it, sucka?” rings throughout the arena and fans boo ecstatically. As Booker T walks out the boos only grow. He begins to walk down the ramp, smiling and laughing as he goes until he gets to the ring. He jogs on the spot for a few seconds before sliding in and standing again, looking around at the thousands of booing fans at the Raw House Show. He can be heard shouting, “Get me a God Damn microphone” before one is thrown into his right hand. He looks around again before beginning to talk.
“Now I know what all you people are thinking, you’re thinking why does the great Booker T want to address us, the WWE Universe.” He smiles and looks around as a chorus of boos surround him. “And the answer to that is even simpler than Chris Masters… I don’t. You see the whole reason I’m out here isn’t to pander to you fans, it’s not to sign autographs and it’s sure as hell not to tell you that you’re city and their second-rate baseball, basketball and football teams are great. No, I’m out here to tell you that whether you boo me or cheer me I’m still the same man I was before and that I’m the man who’s going to become the first WWE Champion here. But first I’ve got to fight my way past two men who couldn’t hold a candle to my power, my style or my charisma.”
He smiles out to the fans and they boo him again. “So, first we have Chris Masters, the man who utilises a simple full nelson. In all honesty I’m not even sure why he’s involved in this match because frankly he’s a waste of my time and as much as you love him he’s a waste of your time too.” The fans boo erratically. “Don’t get me wrong Chris, you’re a great superstar and I have all the respect that it’s possible to have for a guy with bigger breasts than Pamela Anderson. Having said that it’s not exactly respect that I have for Pamela Anderson.” He laughs as the crowd boos.
“And now we move on to the brahma bull, the Samoan always moanin and the man who’s going to fall to the spinneroonie this Monday on Raw… The Rock.” The fans boo in response. “Now, I gotta ask because it’s been bugging me ever since you started doing it, what’s up with your eyebrow man? Honestly. It looks like you’ve had a stroke and the right hand side of your face hasn’t caught on yet. But seriously though, have you ever heard that saying “between a rock and a hard place?” Because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to escape the hard place created from the pain that I’ve caused you and the shame the Rock brought on himself.”
“So Rocky, Masters, I got one question for you two… Can you dig it, suckas?” He laughs as his theme begins to play again. The camera fades to black on Booker T as his music fades away.
The following is optional, here we respect your privacy.
Name: Sam
Age: 17
Efed Experience: 3 years
GFX Experience: 1 1/2 years
Staff Experience: N/A
How did you find us: Former member
Wrestler Information:
Picture of Superstar: OOC:
Name: Wade Barrett
Nickname(s): N/A
Real Name: Stuart Alexander Bennett
Weight: 260lb
Height: 6'' 5'
Hometown: Manchester, England
Alignment: Heel
Entrance Music: We Are One - 12 Stones
Wrestler's Style: Brawler/Grappler
Finishing Move(s):
- Wasteland
Signature Move(s):
- Sidewalk Slam
- Big Boot
- Fallaway Slam
- Backbreaker
Favorite Weapon: Lead Pipe
Favorite Match Type: No DQ
Entrance: We Are One by 12 Stones blasts through the speakers as none other than Wade Barrett walks out onto the stage, only to be greeted by a chorus of boos. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks around, rubbing his fists for a second before throwing his right hand into the air. He lowers it before jogging for a second and punching the air in front of him. As he approaches the ring he turns left and walks slowly up the steps before stepping in between the middle and top rope. He walks towards the turnbuckle opposite and climbs to the top with his arms raised high. He jumps down and rubs his fists again waiting for his opponent.
Sample Roleplay: (As Booker T)
“Can you dig it, sucka?” rings throughout the arena and fans boo ecstatically. As Booker T walks out the boos only grow. He begins to walk down the ramp, smiling and laughing as he goes until he gets to the ring. He jogs on the spot for a few seconds before sliding in and standing again, looking around at the thousands of booing fans at the Raw House Show. He can be heard shouting, “Get me a God Damn microphone” before one is thrown into his right hand. He looks around again before beginning to talk.
“Now I know what all you people are thinking, you’re thinking why does the great Booker T want to address us, the WWE Universe.” He smiles and looks around as a chorus of boos surround him. “And the answer to that is even simpler than Chris Masters… I don’t. You see the whole reason I’m out here isn’t to pander to you fans, it’s not to sign autographs and it’s sure as hell not to tell you that you’re city and their second-rate baseball, basketball and football teams are great. No, I’m out here to tell you that whether you boo me or cheer me I’m still the same man I was before and that I’m the man who’s going to become the first WWE Champion here. But first I’ve got to fight my way past two men who couldn’t hold a candle to my power, my style or my charisma.”
He smiles out to the fans and they boo him again. “So, first we have Chris Masters, the man who utilises a simple full nelson. In all honesty I’m not even sure why he’s involved in this match because frankly he’s a waste of my time and as much as you love him he’s a waste of your time too.” The fans boo erratically. “Don’t get me wrong Chris, you’re a great superstar and I have all the respect that it’s possible to have for a guy with bigger breasts than Pamela Anderson. Having said that it’s not exactly respect that I have for Pamela Anderson.” He laughs as the crowd boos.
“And now we move on to the brahma bull, the Samoan always moanin and the man who’s going to fall to the spinneroonie this Monday on Raw… The Rock.” The fans boo in response. “Now, I gotta ask because it’s been bugging me ever since you started doing it, what’s up with your eyebrow man? Honestly. It looks like you’ve had a stroke and the right hand side of your face hasn’t caught on yet. But seriously though, have you ever heard that saying “between a rock and a hard place?” Because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to escape the hard place created from the pain that I’ve caused you and the shame the Rock brought on himself.”
“So Rocky, Masters, I got one question for you two… Can you dig it, suckas?” He laughs as his theme begins to play again. The camera fades to black on Booker T as his music fades away.
