Post by michael burhan scott on Aug 5, 2008 19:28:03 GMT -5
Real Name: Mike Weaver
Wrestlers Name: D.C.
Wrestlers Nickname: none
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 215lbs
Hometown: Williamsburg, PA
Billed From: Santa Ana, California
Appearance
Hair color/length: hair is down to the cheeks and shaved along the sides and back, leaving only the top of his head to have the length of hair
Eye color: Brown
Facial Hair: blonde tuft (soul patch, whatever you want to call it)
Ring Attire: White Tank top and black cargo pants, a white arm sleve on his left arm with no cuts in it (Allen Iverson style) and a wrist band on his right arm with the initials D.C.
Backstage Attire: same as Ring Attire without the sleeve, backwards baseball hat is sometimes worn (white with D.C. on the front)
Physical Features: A scar on his back from a past injury
Tattoos: A tribal design on the top of his back/neck region that centers around a tribal heart
Gimmick: Loud Mouth.
Strength/Weakness:
Strengths: ladder matches, good in-ring presence, quick cruiserweight ring sense.
Weaknesses: A reaccuring knee injury, fool for girls, bad record against technical wrestlers
Alignment: Tweener
Trained By:
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History: ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/D.C
still being edited
Title History: none
Entrance Music: Name of the Game - Crystal Method.
Entrance description: "Name of the Game" - The Crystal Method
hits, the arena goes completely dark. Black lights come on and a few laser lights flash around the arena. D.C. comes from behind with glow in the dark paint on his upper body. As he moves around taunting the crowd Lindsey comes out shortly after him as the two embrace in a glow. The lights kick on as the two stand and appear to have no paint on them at all. D.C. walks a little in front of Lindsey but the two stare at each other and exchange winks as they walk to the ring. Lindsey kneels and crawls on all fours on the apron as D.C. slides into the ring beside her. D.C. lays on the ground and rolls onto his back as Lindsey crawls up to him and kiss him. D.C. then gets up and taunts the crowd from the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent/stares at his opponent.
Finishers:
Chemi-Kill (RKO)
Flat Out (Swanton Bomb)
15 Most used moves (see below):
1. Firing Back (Jeff Hardy Spinning Mule Kick)
2. Sit Down Jaw Breaker
3. that Jeff Hardy leg trip/low blow thing...?
4. Flying Forearm
5. Tornado DDT top rope
6. reverse DDT
7. Edge-o-matic
8. A multiple varitey of Hurricanranas
9. Front Dropkick
10. Paul London's Drop-sault
11. High Frog Cross Body... like Randy Orton used to do
12. Missle Dropkick
13. Norther Lights Suplex
14. The Clash (Poetry in Motion): (from the Hardy Boyz double team move, the thing Jeff does when he jumps off Matt's back) from off of a chair/person on all fours,
15. S.S.S. (Southwest Side Stretch, Haas of Pain)
16. Santa Ana Winds (Whisper In The Wind)
Sample RP: RP I wrote for another fed, MWE. Enjoy
*A camera image shows a Television sitting inside of an entertainment stand. The TV is turned off, and you can barely make out the image of the camera man in the blank screen. The figure moves the camera around for a second and it settles completely. The figure then moves into camera view as D.C. stands in front of it, wearing a plain white T Shirt and regular blue jeans with fades running along the legs. He has a white baseball hat on thats backwards with a blood splatter design and Rated X on the front of the hat.*
D.C.: In the famous words of a certain comedian... the 10 words you can't say on Television are as follows... s***, p****, f***, c***, c***sucker, motherf***er, tits, fart, turd, and t***....
*D.C. looks up and around like he is searching for something.*
D.C.: Why me... why me...
*D.C. looks back at the camera.*
D.C.: Why me? Why, am I forced to take the blame for so many other peoples dumb@$$ mistakes. Antonio DeMarco, you have the balls to say that, I, swear too much. I swear too much? Please... I don't f***ing swear that much do I? You say that I'm corrupting the youth today.... OK... you and I, are in the same business. We are in a business that highlights violence. Your coming after me, and my X-Television title... in a hardcore match... There will be blood... there will be carnage... and you think, I'M corrupting kids with language??? Swearing is the last f***ing thing I'm worried about children hearing!
*D.C. chuckles for a little bit.*
D.C.: Please. You know, there is something we like to call a ratings system... if you think I'm encouraging little kids that idolize me to use the language that I use. Think again. I am not trying to please little kids. I have fans of all ages. Parents don't have to let their kids listen to me. But, I am in a business that highlights violence. I'm put in matches that can become very graphic in nature. I am everything that a little kid should not be. But can I stop a child from watching me? Can I reach into the TV screen and stop him from listening to me calling you a f***ing retard? Can I stop this child from listening to me talk like you when you have a s***y diaper? No, I can't. Its not my fault if kids are being corrupted. Its the parents fault. You, you egotistical f*** off, your not one to say things that offend people??? OK, I'll give you that. But coming from a man who kidnaps people, I think that that is a bit hypocritical. To tell me, that I'm the one that sets a bad example. Don't get the facts twisted either. People don't hate you because you are Antonio DeMarco. People hate you because you, are boring.
*D.C. pretends to fall asleep. Then pops his head back up and shakes his head.*
D.C.: What was I saying? Oh yeah, your f***ing boring. Everytime you talk, its like listening to a monotone, mute, def, and dumb mime, who only has one form of sign language. And thats a motion that I can't do right now because I'll set a bad example.
*D.C. cranks his wrist in front of his crotch.*
D.C.: Afraid? Nah, I'm not afraid of the great Antonio DeMarco overshadowing me in MWE. I'm not afraid of anything. I can deal with loses, I can deal with pain, I can deal with scars. There are only two things I am afraid of. Spiders... and being T-Bagged...
*D.C. laughs to himself for a second. Then continues.*
D.C.: Your office is decked out in memorabilia. Wow... thats... cool... *D.C. gives a quick thumbs up.* You must be a very lonely guy. You have six cases full of past belts you've held, and a seventh one waiting for my X-Television title... Spare me. Spare me the f***ing details... I don't care if you have a case ready to go. I don't care if its all set to place a replica of MY title there. The fact is, you haven't even taken the damn thing off of me. So, lets talk about ego for a second. You, my friend, have an ego on you the size of your head. And you, have a HUGE head. Kind of a lame thing to say, I understand that, but then again, you also have a big @$$. And its only fitting that a big head goes perfect with a big @$$... Because, once you pull your head out of your @$$, and your big @$$ flattens to the size of a very saggy pancake. You'll see me. I am the X-Television champion. This is my title. I, will sacrifice whatever I have to to keep it.
*D.C. takes a deep breath.*
D.C.: You want to rid the world of people like me? GOOD F***ING LUCK! For every time you think to yourself "this dude is an @$$hole..." There are at least five thousand crazy bastards sitting at home, thinking "This guy if f***ing awesome." Hopefully, if what you said is true. A five year old just said that to his mother. DeMarco, I love the fact that you can't stand it when I swear. You can't stand it when I insult people. BUT I AM FAR FROM DONE... *D.C. does bunny ears.* BUDDY! You, are a lone wolf on the hunt... does that make me Little Red Riding Hood? Am I skipping alone in the forest taking goodies to grandma's house? I hope not, two reasons why, I hate skipping, and I never looked right in a dress...
*D.C. thinks for a second.*
D.C.: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I won't take it back, someone can go ahead and use that. Go ahead and make fun of me for saying that I don't look right in a dress...
*D.C. laughs again, then turns back to the camera.*
D.C.: You see DeMarco, I don't flaunt things. I understand what I am. I am MWE's "Rookie of the Year." I am the wrestling industries hottest commodity. I turn heads. I make panties cream. I, am the leading cause of female carpal tunnel, this side of the border....
*D.C. pauses for a second. Looks up and thinks... then turns back to the camera...*
D.C.: Speaking of borders... Alejandro Rodriguez finally unveiled his Mexican Championship Belt... full solidifying the fact that he is a complete moron... but proud to be Mexican... and also... completely degrading that title to such a degree that the X-Television title match, was placed higher in matches then his title match. DeMarco, you gotta admit one thing, and one thing only. You may not like me... but, thanks to this border hopping burrito bandito, we are single handedly going to add more to the X-Television title. Mighty Mouse, I have defended your former title so much, that it almost makes me sad. I have added more meaning to being the X-Television champion, and you can't even take the US title and build something with it. Mighty Mouse, DeMarco is a retard that can only understand small words... and you can't understand American, so, I'll just use some good old fashion sign language... don't worry, its universal sign language...
*D.C. flips off the camera.*
D.C.: Moving right along, but still staying on the subject of borders. This week MWE was treated to the first edition of the Canadian Exchanges talk show... the Canadian Crotch Stain or something to that degree... ANYWAY... Aiden Copane breaks into Mason Resoan's mansion... wow... they then proceed to talk about something about... sheep raping, and how cool it is... Mason gets angry at Darrell for being Darrell... which is a legitimate complaint... Darrell being Darrell is incredibly offensive... The Canadian Crotch Stain talk show... isn't even hosted by CX... it actually only has one purpose... to annoy the living f*** out of every single person that watches it.... If you want a talk show, I'll give you a talk show... matter of factly, I'm giving you one right now. Its called... "D.C.'s Happy Go Lucky, Super Duper Talk Show, That Completely Owns The Canadian Crotch Stain Talk Show, Because D.C. Is The Shiz Nit." YEAH, It'll be awesome, you two Canadian Bacon having asses can come to my talk show... it'll be simply amazing... we'll talk, chat for a while, and then D.C. gives you a nice tall glass of "SHUT THE F*** UP!"
*D.C. shrugs.*
D.C.: Eh, I like the idea... slapping you two b****s around on live TV would bring in more ratings then you two playing videos games and breaking into each others houses. Hell, the only bit of eye candy anybody got from your Talk who was the censored blurb of Darrell hard-on when "whats her face' climbed the ladder... Frankly, I don't know how someone can get wood while watching an ass that looks like cottage cheese dangles in front of them. Real quick... Mason... what happened to your Plates of Doom...?
*D.C. sighs and looks up at the sky. Then lowers his head back at the camera.*
D.C.: Then... its on yet another idiot, who thinks... he is better then me... DIS PRICK GO BY DE NAME OF SON WILLIAMS BOYYYYYYYYYY.....
*D.C. stares blankly into the camera....*
D.C.: Sonny... I can't even bring myself to mention the fact that you let me take... all of your money... YOU LET ME PAY FOR THE RATED X PARTY... Another thing DeMarco can agree with me on now that I think about it... I may swear a lot. But the last thing I do is talk about my own d***. Sonny, I swear you have a fascination with your own thingy. But let me pose a question to the BIG BAD MAYHEM MAFIA....... you said, that "Rated X keeps aggravating you guys"... and then, I get lose... you then say that... "n we just keep giving back whats been given." What exactly have you given us? Except money... you've lost every single match. You guys can't win... you guys can't beat us. Rated X won titles when we debuted. Mayhem Mafia is a joke... speaking of jokes... I don't know if it was supposed to be a joke, but Pala, you call Devlin Sharpe a fat piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken... now... Devlin weighs in at about... two hundred and ten pounds... while you weigh in an two fifty five... tell me whose the fat @$$.
*D.C. laughs and stumbles back, points a finger up asking for a moment. Then turns back to the camera.*
D.C.: Then, the best part about it. You guys get T-Shirts... that say, "How. We. Roll." Thats so cute... But if your fans buy the T-Shirts and stand along side each other they look like they have a stuttering problem... "How. How. How. How. We. Roll."... thankfully, you guys have enough common sense left over after your beating that you all managed to stand beside each other in proper order. You guys looked like a bunch of cheerleaders. All you need is the pom poms and the pigtails... maybe some mini skirts... you guys can go skipping along through the woods waiting for the Big Bad Wolf Antonio DeMarco to take a bite at your three b**** @$$es. Also... you three fudge filled f*** offs need to keep your damn mouth shut about KT and myself. What we do, and where we go, doesn't concern anyone. Its none of your business... if I hear, ANYONE, talking about me and KT, I will personally, f*** your life up... Sunshine, you already know I can annoy the living piss out of people... matter of factly, EVERYONE knows... what I can do... keep my name, and KT's name out of your f***ing mouths...
*D.C. walks out of camera view. He comes back into camera view holding the X-Television title over his shoulder.*
D.C.: You see... it doesn't matter... if your Antonio DeMarco... Mighty Mouse... Canadian Exchange... Mayhem Mafia... or the Breakfast Bacon cooker at Mickey D's... If you want my title... you have to fight me... whether I'm swearing... busting people open... degrading people... I've been doing exactly what I said I would do when I came here... I'm getting to every single one of you... you can't deny me... I'm here to stay, and if you don't like it.... f*** you...
*D.C. throws the belt down and goes to spit into the camera before "Rock You LIke A Hurricane" can be heard... D.C. reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He starts walking away while talking on the phone.*
D.C.: Whats up........ yeah... ain't nothing going on here, how bout you?....
*The camera is left on for a while as D.C. comes back into view and spits into the camera. The scene fades with a blurry D.C. laughing on his cell phone, while the blank TV screen sees him turning the camera off.*
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Real Name: Lindsey
Wrestlers Name: Lindsey
Wrestlers Nickname: none
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130
Hometown: Williamsburg, PA
Billed From: Santa Ana, CA
Appearance:
-----------Hair color/length: Blonde hair, with black streaks. Past the shoulders
-----------Eye color: Green
-----------Facial Hair: none
-----------Ring Attire: Torn up shirt with slashes across the front. Skirts, pants, whatever looks good.
-----------Backstage Attire: More rock then anything, nothing bright, except pink.
-----------Physical Features: piercings on her lips.
-----------Tattoos: a Star on her right shoulder, and the same tattoo as D.C. on her neck, tribal design around a tribal heart.
Gimmick: none
Strength/Weakness:
Strength: Talker, sex appeal, quick in the ring
Weakness: Technical wrestlers, endurance, picky about her apperance (shes one of the "I Broke A Nail" type girls.)
Alignment: tweener
Trained By: D.C.
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History: D.C.'s former ex girlfriend, now back together.
Title History:
Entrance Music: "True Nature" - Jane's Addiction
"Name of the Game" - Crystal Method (When she is with D.C.)
Entrance description:The arena goes black and a few moments pass. On que with the beginning of the song, as the first vocal and instruments key in, pink lasers shoot across the arena as a strobe light flickers in the center of the curtain area. Lindsey walks out and blows a kiss (like Maria) to the crowd and continues the motion into a "hand gun" to her head. As she begins walking down the ramp the lights kick back on with a pink hue to the lighting. She climbs the apron of the ring and enters under the second rope, (typical female ring entrance.)
Finishers: Chemi-kill (see D.C.)
Fall from Heaven: High Angle Moonsault
15 Most used moves:
Hurricanrana
Headscissors takedown
Tornado DDT
Cartwheel Back Elbow into corner
StratusFere
Double Arm DDT
pregnant dog Slap
European Uppercut
Edge-o-matic
Front Dropkick
Firing Back (Jeff Hardy Spinning Mule Kick)
Sit Down Jaw Breaker
reverse DDT
Flying Forearm
Bouncing Back (front face lock, kick off the ropes into a bull dog.)
Titty Twister... (yes, exactly how it sounds)
Titantron
Wrestlers Name: D.C.
Wrestlers Nickname: none
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 215lbs
Hometown: Williamsburg, PA
Billed From: Santa Ana, California
Appearance
Hair color/length: hair is down to the cheeks and shaved along the sides and back, leaving only the top of his head to have the length of hair
Eye color: Brown
Facial Hair: blonde tuft (soul patch, whatever you want to call it)
Ring Attire: White Tank top and black cargo pants, a white arm sleve on his left arm with no cuts in it (Allen Iverson style) and a wrist band on his right arm with the initials D.C.
Backstage Attire: same as Ring Attire without the sleeve, backwards baseball hat is sometimes worn (white with D.C. on the front)
Physical Features: A scar on his back from a past injury
Tattoos: A tribal design on the top of his back/neck region that centers around a tribal heart
Gimmick: Loud Mouth.
Strength/Weakness:
Strengths: ladder matches, good in-ring presence, quick cruiserweight ring sense.
Weaknesses: A reaccuring knee injury, fool for girls, bad record against technical wrestlers
Alignment: Tweener
Trained By:
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History: ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/D.C
still being edited
Title History: none
Entrance Music: Name of the Game - Crystal Method.
Entrance description: "Name of the Game" - The Crystal Method
hits, the arena goes completely dark. Black lights come on and a few laser lights flash around the arena. D.C. comes from behind with glow in the dark paint on his upper body. As he moves around taunting the crowd Lindsey comes out shortly after him as the two embrace in a glow. The lights kick on as the two stand and appear to have no paint on them at all. D.C. walks a little in front of Lindsey but the two stare at each other and exchange winks as they walk to the ring. Lindsey kneels and crawls on all fours on the apron as D.C. slides into the ring beside her. D.C. lays on the ground and rolls onto his back as Lindsey crawls up to him and kiss him. D.C. then gets up and taunts the crowd from the turnbuckle and waits for his opponent/stares at his opponent.
Finishers:
Chemi-Kill (RKO)
Flat Out (Swanton Bomb)
15 Most used moves (see below):
1. Firing Back (Jeff Hardy Spinning Mule Kick)
2. Sit Down Jaw Breaker
3. that Jeff Hardy leg trip/low blow thing...?
4. Flying Forearm
5. Tornado DDT top rope
6. reverse DDT
7. Edge-o-matic
8. A multiple varitey of Hurricanranas
9. Front Dropkick
10. Paul London's Drop-sault
11. High Frog Cross Body... like Randy Orton used to do
12. Missle Dropkick
13. Norther Lights Suplex
14. The Clash (Poetry in Motion): (from the Hardy Boyz double team move, the thing Jeff does when he jumps off Matt's back) from off of a chair/person on all fours,
15. S.S.S. (Southwest Side Stretch, Haas of Pain)
16. Santa Ana Winds (Whisper In The Wind)
Sample RP: RP I wrote for another fed, MWE. Enjoy
*A camera image shows a Television sitting inside of an entertainment stand. The TV is turned off, and you can barely make out the image of the camera man in the blank screen. The figure moves the camera around for a second and it settles completely. The figure then moves into camera view as D.C. stands in front of it, wearing a plain white T Shirt and regular blue jeans with fades running along the legs. He has a white baseball hat on thats backwards with a blood splatter design and Rated X on the front of the hat.*
D.C.: In the famous words of a certain comedian... the 10 words you can't say on Television are as follows... s***, p****, f***, c***, c***sucker, motherf***er, tits, fart, turd, and t***....
*D.C. looks up and around like he is searching for something.*
D.C.: Why me... why me...
*D.C. looks back at the camera.*
D.C.: Why me? Why, am I forced to take the blame for so many other peoples dumb@$$ mistakes. Antonio DeMarco, you have the balls to say that, I, swear too much. I swear too much? Please... I don't f***ing swear that much do I? You say that I'm corrupting the youth today.... OK... you and I, are in the same business. We are in a business that highlights violence. Your coming after me, and my X-Television title... in a hardcore match... There will be blood... there will be carnage... and you think, I'M corrupting kids with language??? Swearing is the last f***ing thing I'm worried about children hearing!
*D.C. chuckles for a little bit.*
D.C.: Please. You know, there is something we like to call a ratings system... if you think I'm encouraging little kids that idolize me to use the language that I use. Think again. I am not trying to please little kids. I have fans of all ages. Parents don't have to let their kids listen to me. But, I am in a business that highlights violence. I'm put in matches that can become very graphic in nature. I am everything that a little kid should not be. But can I stop a child from watching me? Can I reach into the TV screen and stop him from listening to me calling you a f***ing retard? Can I stop this child from listening to me talk like you when you have a s***y diaper? No, I can't. Its not my fault if kids are being corrupted. Its the parents fault. You, you egotistical f*** off, your not one to say things that offend people??? OK, I'll give you that. But coming from a man who kidnaps people, I think that that is a bit hypocritical. To tell me, that I'm the one that sets a bad example. Don't get the facts twisted either. People don't hate you because you are Antonio DeMarco. People hate you because you, are boring.
*D.C. pretends to fall asleep. Then pops his head back up and shakes his head.*
D.C.: What was I saying? Oh yeah, your f***ing boring. Everytime you talk, its like listening to a monotone, mute, def, and dumb mime, who only has one form of sign language. And thats a motion that I can't do right now because I'll set a bad example.
*D.C. cranks his wrist in front of his crotch.*
D.C.: Afraid? Nah, I'm not afraid of the great Antonio DeMarco overshadowing me in MWE. I'm not afraid of anything. I can deal with loses, I can deal with pain, I can deal with scars. There are only two things I am afraid of. Spiders... and being T-Bagged...
*D.C. laughs to himself for a second. Then continues.*
D.C.: Your office is decked out in memorabilia. Wow... thats... cool... *D.C. gives a quick thumbs up.* You must be a very lonely guy. You have six cases full of past belts you've held, and a seventh one waiting for my X-Television title... Spare me. Spare me the f***ing details... I don't care if you have a case ready to go. I don't care if its all set to place a replica of MY title there. The fact is, you haven't even taken the damn thing off of me. So, lets talk about ego for a second. You, my friend, have an ego on you the size of your head. And you, have a HUGE head. Kind of a lame thing to say, I understand that, but then again, you also have a big @$$. And its only fitting that a big head goes perfect with a big @$$... Because, once you pull your head out of your @$$, and your big @$$ flattens to the size of a very saggy pancake. You'll see me. I am the X-Television champion. This is my title. I, will sacrifice whatever I have to to keep it.
*D.C. takes a deep breath.*
D.C.: You want to rid the world of people like me? GOOD F***ING LUCK! For every time you think to yourself "this dude is an @$$hole..." There are at least five thousand crazy bastards sitting at home, thinking "This guy if f***ing awesome." Hopefully, if what you said is true. A five year old just said that to his mother. DeMarco, I love the fact that you can't stand it when I swear. You can't stand it when I insult people. BUT I AM FAR FROM DONE... *D.C. does bunny ears.* BUDDY! You, are a lone wolf on the hunt... does that make me Little Red Riding Hood? Am I skipping alone in the forest taking goodies to grandma's house? I hope not, two reasons why, I hate skipping, and I never looked right in a dress...
*D.C. thinks for a second.*
D.C.: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I won't take it back, someone can go ahead and use that. Go ahead and make fun of me for saying that I don't look right in a dress...
*D.C. laughs again, then turns back to the camera.*
D.C.: You see DeMarco, I don't flaunt things. I understand what I am. I am MWE's "Rookie of the Year." I am the wrestling industries hottest commodity. I turn heads. I make panties cream. I, am the leading cause of female carpal tunnel, this side of the border....
*D.C. pauses for a second. Looks up and thinks... then turns back to the camera...*
D.C.: Speaking of borders... Alejandro Rodriguez finally unveiled his Mexican Championship Belt... full solidifying the fact that he is a complete moron... but proud to be Mexican... and also... completely degrading that title to such a degree that the X-Television title match, was placed higher in matches then his title match. DeMarco, you gotta admit one thing, and one thing only. You may not like me... but, thanks to this border hopping burrito bandito, we are single handedly going to add more to the X-Television title. Mighty Mouse, I have defended your former title so much, that it almost makes me sad. I have added more meaning to being the X-Television champion, and you can't even take the US title and build something with it. Mighty Mouse, DeMarco is a retard that can only understand small words... and you can't understand American, so, I'll just use some good old fashion sign language... don't worry, its universal sign language...
*D.C. flips off the camera.*
D.C.: Moving right along, but still staying on the subject of borders. This week MWE was treated to the first edition of the Canadian Exchanges talk show... the Canadian Crotch Stain or something to that degree... ANYWAY... Aiden Copane breaks into Mason Resoan's mansion... wow... they then proceed to talk about something about... sheep raping, and how cool it is... Mason gets angry at Darrell for being Darrell... which is a legitimate complaint... Darrell being Darrell is incredibly offensive... The Canadian Crotch Stain talk show... isn't even hosted by CX... it actually only has one purpose... to annoy the living f*** out of every single person that watches it.... If you want a talk show, I'll give you a talk show... matter of factly, I'm giving you one right now. Its called... "D.C.'s Happy Go Lucky, Super Duper Talk Show, That Completely Owns The Canadian Crotch Stain Talk Show, Because D.C. Is The Shiz Nit." YEAH, It'll be awesome, you two Canadian Bacon having asses can come to my talk show... it'll be simply amazing... we'll talk, chat for a while, and then D.C. gives you a nice tall glass of "SHUT THE F*** UP!"
*D.C. shrugs.*
D.C.: Eh, I like the idea... slapping you two b****s around on live TV would bring in more ratings then you two playing videos games and breaking into each others houses. Hell, the only bit of eye candy anybody got from your Talk who was the censored blurb of Darrell hard-on when "whats her face' climbed the ladder... Frankly, I don't know how someone can get wood while watching an ass that looks like cottage cheese dangles in front of them. Real quick... Mason... what happened to your Plates of Doom...?
*D.C. sighs and looks up at the sky. Then lowers his head back at the camera.*
D.C.: Then... its on yet another idiot, who thinks... he is better then me... DIS PRICK GO BY DE NAME OF SON WILLIAMS BOYYYYYYYYYY.....
*D.C. stares blankly into the camera....*
D.C.: Sonny... I can't even bring myself to mention the fact that you let me take... all of your money... YOU LET ME PAY FOR THE RATED X PARTY... Another thing DeMarco can agree with me on now that I think about it... I may swear a lot. But the last thing I do is talk about my own d***. Sonny, I swear you have a fascination with your own thingy. But let me pose a question to the BIG BAD MAYHEM MAFIA....... you said, that "Rated X keeps aggravating you guys"... and then, I get lose... you then say that... "n we just keep giving back whats been given." What exactly have you given us? Except money... you've lost every single match. You guys can't win... you guys can't beat us. Rated X won titles when we debuted. Mayhem Mafia is a joke... speaking of jokes... I don't know if it was supposed to be a joke, but Pala, you call Devlin Sharpe a fat piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken... now... Devlin weighs in at about... two hundred and ten pounds... while you weigh in an two fifty five... tell me whose the fat @$$.
*D.C. laughs and stumbles back, points a finger up asking for a moment. Then turns back to the camera.*
D.C.: Then, the best part about it. You guys get T-Shirts... that say, "How. We. Roll." Thats so cute... But if your fans buy the T-Shirts and stand along side each other they look like they have a stuttering problem... "How. How. How. How. We. Roll."... thankfully, you guys have enough common sense left over after your beating that you all managed to stand beside each other in proper order. You guys looked like a bunch of cheerleaders. All you need is the pom poms and the pigtails... maybe some mini skirts... you guys can go skipping along through the woods waiting for the Big Bad Wolf Antonio DeMarco to take a bite at your three b**** @$$es. Also... you three fudge filled f*** offs need to keep your damn mouth shut about KT and myself. What we do, and where we go, doesn't concern anyone. Its none of your business... if I hear, ANYONE, talking about me and KT, I will personally, f*** your life up... Sunshine, you already know I can annoy the living piss out of people... matter of factly, EVERYONE knows... what I can do... keep my name, and KT's name out of your f***ing mouths...
*D.C. walks out of camera view. He comes back into camera view holding the X-Television title over his shoulder.*
D.C.: You see... it doesn't matter... if your Antonio DeMarco... Mighty Mouse... Canadian Exchange... Mayhem Mafia... or the Breakfast Bacon cooker at Mickey D's... If you want my title... you have to fight me... whether I'm swearing... busting people open... degrading people... I've been doing exactly what I said I would do when I came here... I'm getting to every single one of you... you can't deny me... I'm here to stay, and if you don't like it.... f*** you...
*D.C. throws the belt down and goes to spit into the camera before "Rock You LIke A Hurricane" can be heard... D.C. reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He starts walking away while talking on the phone.*
D.C.: Whats up........ yeah... ain't nothing going on here, how bout you?....
*The camera is left on for a while as D.C. comes back into view and spits into the camera. The scene fades with a blurry D.C. laughing on his cell phone, while the blank TV screen sees him turning the camera off.*
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Real Name: Lindsey
Wrestlers Name: Lindsey
Wrestlers Nickname: none
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130
Hometown: Williamsburg, PA
Billed From: Santa Ana, CA
Appearance:
-----------Hair color/length: Blonde hair, with black streaks. Past the shoulders
-----------Eye color: Green
-----------Facial Hair: none
-----------Ring Attire: Torn up shirt with slashes across the front. Skirts, pants, whatever looks good.
-----------Backstage Attire: More rock then anything, nothing bright, except pink.
-----------Physical Features: piercings on her lips.
-----------Tattoos: a Star on her right shoulder, and the same tattoo as D.C. on her neck, tribal design around a tribal heart.
Gimmick: none
Strength/Weakness:
Strength: Talker, sex appeal, quick in the ring
Weakness: Technical wrestlers, endurance, picky about her apperance (shes one of the "I Broke A Nail" type girls.)
Alignment: tweener
Trained By: D.C.
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Brief History: D.C.'s former ex girlfriend, now back together.
Title History:
Entrance Music: "True Nature" - Jane's Addiction
"Name of the Game" - Crystal Method (When she is with D.C.)
Entrance description:The arena goes black and a few moments pass. On que with the beginning of the song, as the first vocal and instruments key in, pink lasers shoot across the arena as a strobe light flickers in the center of the curtain area. Lindsey walks out and blows a kiss (like Maria) to the crowd and continues the motion into a "hand gun" to her head. As she begins walking down the ramp the lights kick back on with a pink hue to the lighting. She climbs the apron of the ring and enters under the second rope, (typical female ring entrance.)
Finishers: Chemi-kill (see D.C.)
Fall from Heaven: High Angle Moonsault
15 Most used moves:
Hurricanrana
Headscissors takedown
Tornado DDT
Cartwheel Back Elbow into corner
StratusFere
Double Arm DDT
pregnant dog Slap
European Uppercut
Edge-o-matic
Front Dropkick
Firing Back (Jeff Hardy Spinning Mule Kick)
Sit Down Jaw Breaker
reverse DDT
Flying Forearm
Bouncing Back (front face lock, kick off the ropes into a bull dog.)
Titty Twister... (yes, exactly how it sounds)
Titantron