Post by michael burhan scott on Aug 5, 2008 18:46:43 GMT -5
Real Name: Brian Jordan
Wrestlers Name: Brian Michaels
Wrestlers Nickname: The Career Stopper, The Man Who Singlehandedly killed Wrestlezone Championship Wrestling
Height:6"3
Weight:245 pounds
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Billed From: New York, New York
Appearance:
-----------Hair color/length: Short Dirty-Blonde Hair
-----------Eye color: Green
-----------Facial Hair: A five-o-clock shadow
-----------Ring Attire: His tights vary, usually wearing black and green to honor Rated-X.
-----------Backstage Attire: A black dress shirt (the one Y2J wears) with dark blue tight jeans.
-----------Physical Features: None too noticible
-----------Tattoos: The word "Rated-X" on his right arm
Gimmick: Overly obnoxious young guy who lives in his expensive condo in New York City. Also owns a penthouse suite, is a multiple time World Champion, and ''loves all the pretty ladies''
Strength/Weakness: Inability to comprehend losing.
Alignment: Heel
Trained By: Mr.Carefree
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History:Michaels was born to a family of four; was loud and outspoken and always tried to be the life of the party. That all changed when his long-time girlfriend, Courtney Foght, was a victim of rape and passed away on December 31st, 1999. Michaels never got over it, and left behind his original hometown of New York, New York. Michaels moved out and became rougher and much more aggressive, particularly getting involved in boxing and mixed martial arts but found a love in professional wrestling.
After working several Independent shows, Michaels finally worked his first match with Ultimate Championship Wrestling.
Title History: Three Time MWE World Heavyweight Champion (defended it damn near every week) , XCW Intercontinental Champion (vacated it)
Entrance Music: ''So Happy'' by Theory of a Deadman
Entrance description: The guitar and vocals slowly begin, playing So Happy, before a loud explosion of pyrotechnics is heard and the chorus is blasted as Brian Michaels walks out of the backstage area with black and green tights.
Finishers: The Ace of Spades (Superkick )
The Career Stopper (Moonsault)
15 Most used moves:
Armbar Takedown
Diving Elbow
Dropkick
Belly-to-Back Toss
Sharpshooter
Crossface
Boston Crab
Headlock
Hip-Toss
Judo Toss
Piledriver
360 Sunset Flip
Flying Leg-Drop
Sample RP:
*MWE cameras close in and show big sights and bright lights. As they zoom in, the city of Las Vegas is seen. They show the several casinos around the beautiful city, then show the MGM Grand. Inside, a man with a tuxedo is drinking a shot of Tequlia at the bar. He looks half-drunk, with his hair uncombed and his bowtie on sideways. He is sitting with his father, none other than Richard Covell. Brian slowly gets up and begins walking to the elevator. He awaits the ‘’Ding’’ then goes in with Richard. Richard is wearing a black tuxedo as well, however his bowtie is on the right way. As they await for the elevator to hit their destined floor, they chat and make small talk.*
Covell: So how’s life Champ?
Michaels: Look…it was a fluke. Sonny Williams couldn’t beat me again if he tried. The son of a pregnant dog is full of himself and that means, he’s full of shit. I hate the guy, he does interviews, signs autographs for the kids….He’s total good guy and I’m sick of it. I just wanna kick his head in and make his ass bleed and suffer!
Covell: Look son. I’m going to tell you something. The best fighters are the ones who fight with their hearts. They’re the ones who fight with emotion. Sonny Williams had more emotion than you son, that’s why he beat you.
*Michaels quickly shakes his head, as if to completely ignore the comment, as the elevator opens, a man and his children and wife appear smiling. They are about to step into the elevator, before Michaels pushes them back out.*
Michaels: Woah, get the hell out. Go get another fuckin’ elevator, this one’s taken pregnant dog.
*Michaels flips off the man and does a crotch chop for the woman, as the children begin to cry, Michaels closes the elevator, and sends it back up again.*
Michaels: That’s bullshit dad. Enough of the ‘’heart’’ talk. Sonny got lucky, end of story. He makes these weak raps that no one cares about and he thinks he’s totally over with the crowd, when in reality he’s not. He talks about working his way to the top of MWE? Sonny beat me once, but I’m cashing in my rematch clause.
*Michaels looks up, then makes a sign for the World Title on his waist.*
Michaels: and at Highway to Hell, I’m going to make sure Sonny Williams never, ever wants to hear the name Brian Michaels again!
*Michaels hits the down button again, this time both men getting out when the elevator door opened. Both men begin strutting their usual strut to a big door that says: ‘’MGM Grand Boxing Arena’’. Michaels begins to talk as they walk past the crowded arena.*
Michaels: And then…Williams had the audacity to have an interview with Extreme Kelly? EXTREME KELLY?! MORE LIKE EXTREME CRACKsleeper! Have you seen the way she acts in the back? She, like, sniffs more crack than D.C.!
*Covell oohs a little bit and chuckles for a little while. Both men begin yelling as the MGM Grand is making noise for two fighters who neither Michaels nor Covell have ever heard of.*
Michaels: Who the hell are those two jackasses? Oh well, they’re more popular than D.C.
Covell: By the way, why DID you two break apart?
Michaels: It’s a long story. I was trying to protect us and he was trying to protect himself. I was trying to retain my Title, and he wanted to be arrogant and pushed me away. What good a friend is that? Good for nothing. I’m sick of his bull and at Hostile Grounds he finally crossed the limit. Rated-X is DEAD and so is D.C. when I get my hands on him. By the way D, Lindsey was great that night. She didn’t tell you? Too damn bad. She always wanted to leave some wuss X-TV Champion for the real deal, the Career Stopper, the Ace of Spades, Brian Michaels. She loves me D. The only reason why she’s going out with you is because she feels bad for you D. Yeah, because teaming up with Windy Bridges is the lowest you’ve ever been. Face it, I’m better than you ever will be. I’m the very best, Title, or no Title, and D.C. you have officially pissed me off. I get my payback. Soon D. Soon…
Covell: Woah, calm down. Let’s find a seat and enjoy the fight.
*Michaels and Covell find a seat very near the ring. They begin watching as both fighters are seen tiredly moving around the ring, executing slow jabs and uppercuts. Soon, Michaels gets annoyed and turns over to Covell again.*
Michaels: And who the hell is Windy Bridges? Yessum? Are you friggin’ kidding me? Who is this guy, Bollea in 2007? Team Malibu?
*Covell annoyingly looks away from the slow-paced fight taking place ahead to face his son and answer his question.*
Covell: Windy is our US Champion. You appeared on his Key ceremony thing, remember?
Michaels: I thought that was for some kids’ birthday…what about Team Malibu? Who the hell is head of creative? Since when are we naming our wrestlers after cities? That’s like saying, ‘’Hey my name is Brian Austin AND I LIKE BEER YA DUMB SON OF A pregnant dog!’’
Covell: Boy, that’d be a lame gimmick.WOOOOOO!
Michaels: Tell me about it. Anyway, back to Sonny. Ever think he should change his name? Instead of Sonny Williams, it should be Sonny Will-you-shut-the-fuck up?! I swear, that guy keeps talking and talking, I’d rather watch Carrie Marie suck a dildo then watch Sonny Williams rant on about his DVD that sold less than Alejandro Rodriguez’ T-Shirts! I mean for God’s sake, what’s so appealing about some guy from the ‘’Mean streets of Detroit’’ who used to sell crack go out and wrestle? Sonny is high everywhere. It’s like that song, ‘’But then I got high.’’ It pisses me off so much.
*Michaels then is interrupted by a drum being beaten loudly. He looks up to see dozens of British Ricky Hatton fanatics jumping up and down with beer in their hands. He quickly gets annoyed, stands up and flips off the British fans, much to their chagrin.*
Michaels: And would those Brits up there SHUT THE HELL UP?! We don’t want to listen to your drunken tales of misery, and we much less want to see your teeth that look like you dumped it in piss instead of tea, Thank you very much!
*Michaels then turns back to his father, with his cheeks red from all the shouting and begins to calm down and take out a pack of gum. He offers some to his father, but Covell denies it. Michaels chews the gum at a rapid pace. He then gets a knowing look on his face, and stares at his father.*
Michaels: Know who else pisses me off?
Covell: Who?
Michaels: Carrie Marie. I mean, come on. And no, I don’t mean ‘’cum on’’. What is this, Porno Wrestling Entertainment? Oral Fixation? Get a room, ya dumb hooker. We pay you to wrestle, not to suck a thingy, but I’m sure that ol’ President Clinton wouldn’t mind you. But really, who pisses you off Dad?
*Richard Covell adjusts his bowtie then thinks for awhile. He is fixed on the match, but then 1 minute later turns back to Michaels.*
Covell: Alejandro Rodriguez. You have a match with him on Monday night by the way.
Michaels: Alejandro…Alejandro….Doesn’t ring a bell.
Covell: Oh come on. Former US Champion. He main-evented the very first MNM? Surely you know of him. Stop fooling around.
*Michaels thinks hard, then gets a knowing look on his face, as if he finally remembered.*
Michaels: Ah okay. The guy that hopped the border, right?
Covell: Correcto.
Michaels: What?
Covell: Correcto? It means correct?
Michaels: Sorry, I don’t speak asian. BUT, what I do know is….Alejandro, I’ve got a rap for you. If you sat through Will-you-shut-the-fuck-ups’ boring promo, then you would’ve heard his new rap. Which by the way, is on sale now at http://www.sonnywilliamscan’t_rap.com.
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Wrestlers Name: Brian Michaels
Wrestlers Nickname: The Career Stopper, The Man Who Singlehandedly killed Wrestlezone Championship Wrestling
Height:6"3
Weight:245 pounds
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Billed From: New York, New York
Appearance:
-----------Hair color/length: Short Dirty-Blonde Hair
-----------Eye color: Green
-----------Facial Hair: A five-o-clock shadow
-----------Ring Attire: His tights vary, usually wearing black and green to honor Rated-X.
-----------Backstage Attire: A black dress shirt (the one Y2J wears) with dark blue tight jeans.
-----------Physical Features: None too noticible
-----------Tattoos: The word "Rated-X" on his right arm
Gimmick: Overly obnoxious young guy who lives in his expensive condo in New York City. Also owns a penthouse suite, is a multiple time World Champion, and ''loves all the pretty ladies''
Strength/Weakness: Inability to comprehend losing.
Alignment: Heel
Trained By: Mr.Carefree
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History:Michaels was born to a family of four; was loud and outspoken and always tried to be the life of the party. That all changed when his long-time girlfriend, Courtney Foght, was a victim of rape and passed away on December 31st, 1999. Michaels never got over it, and left behind his original hometown of New York, New York. Michaels moved out and became rougher and much more aggressive, particularly getting involved in boxing and mixed martial arts but found a love in professional wrestling.
After working several Independent shows, Michaels finally worked his first match with Ultimate Championship Wrestling.
Title History: Three Time MWE World Heavyweight Champion (defended it damn near every week) , XCW Intercontinental Champion (vacated it)
Entrance Music: ''So Happy'' by Theory of a Deadman
Entrance description: The guitar and vocals slowly begin, playing So Happy, before a loud explosion of pyrotechnics is heard and the chorus is blasted as Brian Michaels walks out of the backstage area with black and green tights.
Finishers: The Ace of Spades (Superkick )
The Career Stopper (Moonsault)
15 Most used moves:
Armbar Takedown
Diving Elbow
Dropkick
Belly-to-Back Toss
Sharpshooter
Crossface
Boston Crab
Headlock
Hip-Toss
Judo Toss
Piledriver
360 Sunset Flip
Flying Leg-Drop
Sample RP:
*MWE cameras close in and show big sights and bright lights. As they zoom in, the city of Las Vegas is seen. They show the several casinos around the beautiful city, then show the MGM Grand. Inside, a man with a tuxedo is drinking a shot of Tequlia at the bar. He looks half-drunk, with his hair uncombed and his bowtie on sideways. He is sitting with his father, none other than Richard Covell. Brian slowly gets up and begins walking to the elevator. He awaits the ‘’Ding’’ then goes in with Richard. Richard is wearing a black tuxedo as well, however his bowtie is on the right way. As they await for the elevator to hit their destined floor, they chat and make small talk.*
Covell: So how’s life Champ?
Michaels: Look…it was a fluke. Sonny Williams couldn’t beat me again if he tried. The son of a pregnant dog is full of himself and that means, he’s full of shit. I hate the guy, he does interviews, signs autographs for the kids….He’s total good guy and I’m sick of it. I just wanna kick his head in and make his ass bleed and suffer!
Covell: Look son. I’m going to tell you something. The best fighters are the ones who fight with their hearts. They’re the ones who fight with emotion. Sonny Williams had more emotion than you son, that’s why he beat you.
*Michaels quickly shakes his head, as if to completely ignore the comment, as the elevator opens, a man and his children and wife appear smiling. They are about to step into the elevator, before Michaels pushes them back out.*
Michaels: Woah, get the hell out. Go get another fuckin’ elevator, this one’s taken pregnant dog.
*Michaels flips off the man and does a crotch chop for the woman, as the children begin to cry, Michaels closes the elevator, and sends it back up again.*
Michaels: That’s bullshit dad. Enough of the ‘’heart’’ talk. Sonny got lucky, end of story. He makes these weak raps that no one cares about and he thinks he’s totally over with the crowd, when in reality he’s not. He talks about working his way to the top of MWE? Sonny beat me once, but I’m cashing in my rematch clause.
*Michaels looks up, then makes a sign for the World Title on his waist.*
Michaels: and at Highway to Hell, I’m going to make sure Sonny Williams never, ever wants to hear the name Brian Michaels again!
*Michaels hits the down button again, this time both men getting out when the elevator door opened. Both men begin strutting their usual strut to a big door that says: ‘’MGM Grand Boxing Arena’’. Michaels begins to talk as they walk past the crowded arena.*
Michaels: And then…Williams had the audacity to have an interview with Extreme Kelly? EXTREME KELLY?! MORE LIKE EXTREME CRACKsleeper! Have you seen the way she acts in the back? She, like, sniffs more crack than D.C.!
*Covell oohs a little bit and chuckles for a little while. Both men begin yelling as the MGM Grand is making noise for two fighters who neither Michaels nor Covell have ever heard of.*
Michaels: Who the hell are those two jackasses? Oh well, they’re more popular than D.C.
Covell: By the way, why DID you two break apart?
Michaels: It’s a long story. I was trying to protect us and he was trying to protect himself. I was trying to retain my Title, and he wanted to be arrogant and pushed me away. What good a friend is that? Good for nothing. I’m sick of his bull and at Hostile Grounds he finally crossed the limit. Rated-X is DEAD and so is D.C. when I get my hands on him. By the way D, Lindsey was great that night. She didn’t tell you? Too damn bad. She always wanted to leave some wuss X-TV Champion for the real deal, the Career Stopper, the Ace of Spades, Brian Michaels. She loves me D. The only reason why she’s going out with you is because she feels bad for you D. Yeah, because teaming up with Windy Bridges is the lowest you’ve ever been. Face it, I’m better than you ever will be. I’m the very best, Title, or no Title, and D.C. you have officially pissed me off. I get my payback. Soon D. Soon…
Covell: Woah, calm down. Let’s find a seat and enjoy the fight.
*Michaels and Covell find a seat very near the ring. They begin watching as both fighters are seen tiredly moving around the ring, executing slow jabs and uppercuts. Soon, Michaels gets annoyed and turns over to Covell again.*
Michaels: And who the hell is Windy Bridges? Yessum? Are you friggin’ kidding me? Who is this guy, Bollea in 2007? Team Malibu?
*Covell annoyingly looks away from the slow-paced fight taking place ahead to face his son and answer his question.*
Covell: Windy is our US Champion. You appeared on his Key ceremony thing, remember?
Michaels: I thought that was for some kids’ birthday…what about Team Malibu? Who the hell is head of creative? Since when are we naming our wrestlers after cities? That’s like saying, ‘’Hey my name is Brian Austin AND I LIKE BEER YA DUMB SON OF A pregnant dog!’’
Covell: Boy, that’d be a lame gimmick.WOOOOOO!
Michaels: Tell me about it. Anyway, back to Sonny. Ever think he should change his name? Instead of Sonny Williams, it should be Sonny Will-you-shut-the-fuck up?! I swear, that guy keeps talking and talking, I’d rather watch Carrie Marie suck a dildo then watch Sonny Williams rant on about his DVD that sold less than Alejandro Rodriguez’ T-Shirts! I mean for God’s sake, what’s so appealing about some guy from the ‘’Mean streets of Detroit’’ who used to sell crack go out and wrestle? Sonny is high everywhere. It’s like that song, ‘’But then I got high.’’ It pisses me off so much.
*Michaels then is interrupted by a drum being beaten loudly. He looks up to see dozens of British Ricky Hatton fanatics jumping up and down with beer in their hands. He quickly gets annoyed, stands up and flips off the British fans, much to their chagrin.*
Michaels: And would those Brits up there SHUT THE HELL UP?! We don’t want to listen to your drunken tales of misery, and we much less want to see your teeth that look like you dumped it in piss instead of tea, Thank you very much!
*Michaels then turns back to his father, with his cheeks red from all the shouting and begins to calm down and take out a pack of gum. He offers some to his father, but Covell denies it. Michaels chews the gum at a rapid pace. He then gets a knowing look on his face, and stares at his father.*
Michaels: Know who else pisses me off?
Covell: Who?
Michaels: Carrie Marie. I mean, come on. And no, I don’t mean ‘’cum on’’. What is this, Porno Wrestling Entertainment? Oral Fixation? Get a room, ya dumb hooker. We pay you to wrestle, not to suck a thingy, but I’m sure that ol’ President Clinton wouldn’t mind you. But really, who pisses you off Dad?
*Richard Covell adjusts his bowtie then thinks for awhile. He is fixed on the match, but then 1 minute later turns back to Michaels.*
Covell: Alejandro Rodriguez. You have a match with him on Monday night by the way.
Michaels: Alejandro…Alejandro….Doesn’t ring a bell.
Covell: Oh come on. Former US Champion. He main-evented the very first MNM? Surely you know of him. Stop fooling around.
*Michaels thinks hard, then gets a knowing look on his face, as if he finally remembered.*
Michaels: Ah okay. The guy that hopped the border, right?
Covell: Correcto.
Michaels: What?
Covell: Correcto? It means correct?
Michaels: Sorry, I don’t speak asian. BUT, what I do know is….Alejandro, I’ve got a rap for you. If you sat through Will-you-shut-the-fuck-ups’ boring promo, then you would’ve heard his new rap. Which by the way, is on sale now at http://www.sonnywilliamscan’t_rap.com.
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