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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 13, 2008 13:07:46 GMT -5
Chris Williams flashing his trademark grinName: Chris Williams Hometown: Detroit, Michigan Residing In: Detroit, Michigan Age: 23 Weight: 230 lbs Height: 6’ 3” Current: Former: GWF United States Champion (x1) Alignment: Face Gimmick: Very intelligent, hard working guy from Detroit, Michigan that entered the wrestling business because of a promise made to his late father. Very likeable, tends to get along with most everyone. Not easily rattled, he can put up with most verbal and mental garbage anyone throws his way. However, when he does lose his composure, his temper and anger will get the best of him, causing many problems for him. He strives for respect, and will treat everyone with respect to a point. His boiling point usually comes down to anyone disrespecting his father. Poser: Christian Cage Appearance: Christian Cage as pictured above. Attire varies between different situations. Wrestling Attire: Black sports pants with Williams in white letters down the left side, Black boots, a form fitted black workout shirt with Williams in white letters on the back. Wears a necklace with a Cross pendant, which is taken off before the match. Casual Attire: Exactly as pictured above. Blue denim jeans with a worn out look, a white button-up shirt not tucked in with rolled up sleeves, necklace with a Cross pendant. ========== Regular Entrance: As “Headstrong” by Trapt is booming from the speakers, strobe lights adorning the stage light up like wildfire, flashing along to every beat. The crowd noise is quickly rising, as they see Chris Williams emerge from backstage. As he runs to the ring, slapping hands with fans, the cheering grows louder. He rolls into the ring, and walks into his corner.========== PPV Entrance: The lights in the arena fade into darkness. The low murmur of the crowd begins to grow into an excited hum, as two floodlights flash on, bathing the crowd in light. The floodlights quickly scan the crowd, making for a cool lighting effect. Suddenly, familiar music hits the speakers….
As “Headstrong” by Trapt is booming from the speakers, strobe lights adorning the stage light up like wildfire, flashing along to every beat. The crowd noise is quickly rising, as they are slowly figuring out who is about to show up. As the chorus hits, a silver shower of sparks begins to rain from overtop the entranceway. Looking through the shower of sparks, the fans see a black figure moving slowly toward the falling pyro.Back off, I’ll take you on! Headstrong to take on anyone! I know that you are wrong! Headstrong, we're headstrong ! Back off I'll take you on! Headstrong to take on anyone! I know that you are wrong, And this is not where you belong!As soon as “belong” hits the speakers, fireworks go off up and down the ramp, and out from behind the shower of sparks walks Chris Williams! The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Chris thrusts his right arm into the air, looking up and pointing to the sky. Camera flashes are sparkling like crazy throughout the entire arena to capture this moment. Williams, wearing his wrestling attire, looks out into the crowd, full of dedicated fans, and grins. He walks down the ramp, shaking hands with as many fans as he can on his way to the ring. He slides into the ring, and walks into his corner.================ Current Music: “Headstrong” by TraptPast Themes: "Wait" by Earshot “Over and Under” by Egypt Central ================ Primary Finisher: Boiling Point Description: Emerald Flowsion Secondary Finisher: TNT-DDT Description: F-5, Fireman Carry Swinging DDT Trademark Moves1) Facepeeler: Just Facelock/Prone Wrenching Facelock 2) Williams Crab: Inverted Boston Crab/Chicago Crab 3) Abrupt Stop: Canadian Backbreaker Drop/Train Wreck 4) Diving Cross Body 5) STO 6) Powerbomb Weardown Moves1) Powerslam 2) Full Nelson Hold 3) Stalling Scoop Slam 4) Vertical Suplex 5) Running Elbow Drop 6) Hard Forearm Smashes 7) Cobra Twist/Abdominal Stretch 8) Bow and Arrow Stretch 9) Bulldog Headlock 10) Running Spear 11) Rope Tied Knife Edge Chops 12) Flapjack ============================================ Tons of credit to The Senator for creating my moveset ============================================
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 13, 2008 13:07:56 GMT -5
“The Most Important Promise” (Credit: Chris Williams)
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A flashback to October 11, 2004
Nurse:We need a crash cart in here! He’s flat-lining!
I watch as numerous nurses rush into the room, one carrying a defibrillator and paddles, another wielding my father’s medical chart. All of them furiously worked to stabilize my father as I watched on in silence. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that my father was near the end of his time.
Nurse:Clear!
Still nothing from the machines. I watch, and it dawns on me that this may be the last time I ever see my father alive. Yet another nurse storms in, cluttering up the room, but not helping my father at all. What a mess. This isn’t how my father would want to die.
Nurse:Clear!
Nothing. I am certain my father’s time has come. And then… an unbelievably relieving sound. The slow, steady beep of his machine hit my ears again. His heart was beating again. He was alive again. That is all that mattered to me. All of the nurses left the room but one. She motioned for me to talk outside of the room… out of earshot of my father. I followed her outside of the room, prepared for the worst… and that is exactly what I heard.
Nurse: Chris, there isn’t much more we can do for your father. We can do our best to make him comfortable, but his heart just isn’t going to last much longer. The disease is just shutting down his body entirely… he doesn’t have that much time left. You need to say your goodbyes.
Her words don’t register in my mind; I’ve numbed myself from the pain long before this. I gaze back into the room at my father, who is beginning to stir. The nurse nods to me, then turns back and walks away, unaffected by this entirely. I walk into the room, now engulfed in this silence. I lock eyes with my father, whose eyes are glistening with tears. He, too, realizes that he is about to die. I sit down next to my father, knowing this will be the last conversation we will have.
Chris Williams: How you doin’, Dad?
My father grins.
Jack Williams: Never been better, kid. I haven’t seen you in awhile… how’ve you been?
Chris: I’ve been better, Dad.
My father smiles again, and he even lets out a small chuckle. It’s amazing how someone can be so calm and relaxed, even in the face of death itself. He’s always been that way… nothing can rattle him, nothing can shake him.
Jack: I thought I was the one who was dying….
Chris: Don’t say that Dad, you can still pull through this.
My words are hollow. We both know there is no way that he can make it through this, but saying it out loud makes it final, makes it real. My father changes the subject, neither of us wanting to talk of the inevitable.
Jack: So how does it feel, being in the ring, just like your old man?
Chris: It’s tough Dad. I don’t think I’m cut out for it. The guys I’m fighting are in a completely different class altogether. They are too big, too fast, too strong… I just can’t keep up with it. I can’t make a living off of losing… hell, even when I win, the pay still isn’t that great. And it’s not like I’m fighting for an audience, the bleachers sit about thirty people max. I just don’t think it’s what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.
Jack: Chris, don’t ever sell yourself short like that. You may not be the strongest or the fastest man there ever was, but you’ve got more heart than anybody else out there. You’re mentally tough, you aren’t easily rattled. If you work at it, you could be an amazing technical wrestler.
My favorite thing in the world was to watch you train, and to watch you fight. I knew I had done something right when my son goes toe-to-toe with somebody else and fights with all he’s got. You’re a fighter, Chris… always have been, always will be. So be the best damn fighter than you can possibly be.
Chris: But I keep losing, and these guys are always going to be more experienced. It’s just not worth the paycheck anymore.
A fire lit up in my father’s eyes that I hadn’t seen in years.
Jack: The paycheck? Since when does the paycheck matter, kid? If I wouldn’t have broken my neck taking that botched top-rope piledriver, I would still be in there, in that ring. My chance was taken from me, don’t blow yours. Wrestling isn’t about being the best there is. Wrestling isn’t about the paycheck. It’s about doing what you love, Chris, and I know deep down, you LOVE to wrestle. You’re naturally talented to be a wrestler, just keep working at it. Train every chance you get. This is for you, Chris, and you alone. Once you realize that you’re wrestling because it’s what you love to do, then you can start wrestling for the people that chant your name. You’re gonna make it big kid, but don’t let it go to your head. Don’t forget where you came from. But don’t quit, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
Chris: You’re probably right. I’ve always wanted to be someone great, and I know wrestling is what I love most. I’ll do it Dad… I’ll become a professional someday. I’ll be a champion someday… and I’ll do it for myself, and I’ll do it for you. And someday, when everyone in the arena is screaming my name… I’ll do it for them. I promise you.
Tears are flowing down my father’s cheeks. For the first time since I can remember, tears are running down mine as well. My father is going to die. That thought will stay with me forever… nothing can numb you from that. My father stretched out his hand, and I grasped it as hard as I could. We locked eyes, and just held each other for the longest time. I laid my head down on his chest, and held his hand even tighter. Then he looked into my eyes, and spoke once more.
Jack: I love you, Chris. Goodbye.
He closed his eyes and laid his head back. I felt his grip loosen, and then go limp altogether. The steady beep of the machines went flat. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that my father was dead.
Chris: Goodbye Dad. I love you too.
I stood up, wiped the tears from my face with the sleeve of my shirt, and walked out of the hospital room door. Numb, emotionless again, I left the hospital, setting out to fulfill the most important promise I ever made.
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“The Most Important Promise, part 2” (Credit: Chris Williams) ===========================================
Flashback to one week ago….
The scene opens up to a man standing alone in a cemetery. It is early morning, the sun just becoming visible on the horizon. There is a slight drizzle coming down, lightly tapping on the umbrella the man is holding. The man squats down to read the gravestone. It reads:
Jack Williams June 8, 1956 – October 11, 2004 “A great husband. A great father. A great friend.”
Williams: Three and a half years now. Three and a half years since I last saw you. Three and a half years since you told me how much you loved to watch me fight… and then 20 minutes later, you were gone.
The rain has stopped now, with only the rustling of fallen leaves scraping across the ground. The sun has still now completely risen, but the morning sky is becoming brighter by the minute. Chris is still squatting down, in silence, remembering the many great times he had with his father. His father was everything to Chris. Jack was his best friend, his guiding light.
Nothing has changed between them. Every two weeks since his father passed, Chris comes to the cemetery. Sometimes he talks for an hour, sometimes he sits in silence, and sometimes he just stands at the cemetery gate, not able to bring himself to look at the gravestone. However today, he has important news for his father. Still squatting at the gravestone, he begins to speak.
Williams: I’ve signed a contract with a wrestling promotion. It’s Alpha Championship Wrestling. They’re the top federation, Dad. I’ve almost made the big time, almost fulfilled my promise to you, just like I said I would. I’ll be an amazing champion, and you’ll be proud of me. But I’ve gotta start from the bottom, and fight my way there. I need to prove it to you, prove it to the fans… prove that I can really become the fan-favorite, a true champion at heart.
Williams stands up tall, and paces back and forth a few steps before continuing.
Williams: And to prove it to myself. Nobody will know who I am when I finally step into that ACW ring. Nobody knows any Chris Williams, nobody knows that kid from Detroit who made a promise to his father that he would become the best champion… and the best damn person… that he could be. Before I prove it to those fans, I need to prove it to myself. I’m going to train hard, work hard, and fight hard. I’m going to give it everything I have, not backing down an inch from a challenge. That’s how you earn respect.
I need to earn the respect of all the guys backstage. It’s something I’ve always held close to me; respect means everything.… I’m tired of being looked down on just because I don’t come from a long family of wrestlers. Just because I’m not the most charismatic guy in the company. I’m right here, I’m in the ACW, the bigtime now… and I will do everything I can to get that respect.
Williams continues pacing, his mind chugging furiously.
Williams: The worst part is, though… I don’t even know if I can hack it here, Dad. These guys are amazing; they are the most skilled wrestlers in the business. I just don’t match up to them skill-wise… and I know it. I want to beat them… I want to beat them with every inch of me, but I just don’t know if I can. They are all polished wrestlers, not a flaw in their technique. I just don’t see how I can beat that. There is only one reason that I have an outside chance to make it here….
Williams looks up from the gravestone and glances at the sun, which has fully risen above the horizon, flooding the cemetery with a beautiful, bright orange light.
Williams: One reason… I’ll never quit… I’ll never back down. That’s how I’ve always been. That’s how I’ll be for the rest of my life. I have heart. I have the drive that keeps me going. I have always, and always will, fight for what I love. Wrestling is my passion, and nobody can take my passion away from me. Nobody can take my heart, nobody can take my drive, and nobody can take my passion. It is those three things that give me the outside shot to make something of myself.
The bright sunlight causes Chris to squint as he looks onto the horizon, imagining his possible future.
Williams: Only two roads to take now, Dad. I can wash out of the wrestling business, and go back to Detroit, be a counselor somewhere. Or I can train my ass off, and use my drive to become one of the greatest fighters that Alpha Championship Wrestling has ever seen.
Chris looks back at his father’s gravesite again, and stares at it for a few minutes, not saying a word. The leaves rustle across his shoes, and he speaks again.
Williams: But I don’t think I can do it on my own. I think I’m gonna need your help on this one. I know you’ll always be there for me… you always have. Either way, at least you’ll have the best seat in the house…
The camera zooms out and shows Chris Williams standing alone, staring down at his father’s gravestone, before fading to black.
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================================================================================ “A Moment for Myself” Credit: Chris Williams ===================================
Earlier this morning….
The camera comes into focus on Chris Williams who is bent over, leaning against a lamp-post with one arm, trying to catch his breath. It is around 4:30 in the morning, no light but the occasional lamp-post spread across the forest trail. Chris is wearing loose-fitting Adidas black track-pants, with white stripes down each side. He also has a gray ACW hoodie on, with “Williams” in white letters on the back. Wanting to get in some good endurance training before he makes his in-ring debut in ACW, Williams decided to go for a run. Running is the best way for him to get away from it all, get away from all the extra crap, all the bullshit. Just get away from it all, and have time for himself… for once.
Ever since he was growing up, Williams always preferred solitude over everything. He was a thinker, a planner…always had been. He used his head first, every time. In the busy, hectic life of professional wrestling, you hardly get a moment for yourself. Running gave him that escape, that time where he could be himself, without anyone looking over his shoulder. Chris had never liked the spotlight to shine on him, but now there is almost no avoiding it. There is always a press conference, always a public appearance that he needs to show up for. But here, in the darkness of the morning, with nothing but his thoughts accompanying him, Williams is free.
Williams: Alright, break time is over, time to start hustling. Those guys in ACW ain’t no joke, I need to be ready.
Williams takes off at a fairly quick jog, and the pit-pat of his footsteps echoes throughout the forest. He keeps trying to focus on wrestling, the names of many successful ACW wrestlers and legends running through his head.
Alicia Kitsune…
BK London…
Jake Cheng…
Thunderkiss…
The Senator…
All of them are former World Champions. All of them worked their way up from the bottom, overcoming everything in their way to achieve their goal of becoming the best. They are now legends in this company, respected by everyone. More names fly through Williams’ mind, as he is now at a full sprint through the forest path.
Danny Mainer…
Jason Freeman…
Fallen Souls…
These men will soon cement their legacy into ACW lore, as they are the future of this company. They went from simply being faces in the crowd to becoming the golden standard of determination. It was done through hard work, with passion for this business.
Chris Williams: They all started where I am right now. A rookie. I guess that leaves one question….
How do I cement my legacy?
Chris smiles at the thought of his “legacy”, before gazing up into the stars. Chris looks up to the sky, somehow trying to communicate with his deceased father.
Williams: I will make you proud, Dad…I will make good on my promise to be the best champion the ACW has ever seen.
Williams looks back down to the ground, and chuckles ever so slightly.
Williams: Oh yeah…this is gonna start getting fun. My career is just beginning. Chris Williams has arrived! And ACW won’t even see me coming….
Williams lowers his voice to a whisper, repeating what he said to himself.
Williams: Chris Williams has arrived….
Williams jogs off again, following the trail out of sight, and the camera fades to black.
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 13, 2008 13:08:06 GMT -5
Wins: vs. Eddie Packard (Samhain, October 25, 2008)
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 13, 2008 13:08:40 GMT -5
Reserved
I was gonna just update my old profile, but since the acct was deleted, I couldn't. Hope this works ;P
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Post by BK London on Oct 13, 2008 13:11:09 GMT -5
Welcome back buddy.
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Jake Steele
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Post by Jake Steele on Oct 13, 2008 17:19:49 GMT -5
Guess who's back... back again. Williams is back, tell a friend.
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 15, 2008 12:36:09 GMT -5
Updated to include a glimpse of my character's past, why he's here, etc...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 15, 2008 13:05:46 GMT -5
Maybe its just me but I think those segments could of made some excellent segments for the shows.
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Post by Jake Steele on Oct 15, 2008 13:10:30 GMT -5
Spade, they were on the shows man. In Early April I think.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 15, 2008 13:50:31 GMT -5
Whoops. >_>
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 18, 2008 0:09:38 GMT -5
Updated for completely revamped moveset and some profile updates Thank the Senator for un-generic-ing me And yeah, those segments were from my first stint here, but they're really important for my character, so I put them in the profile.
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Post by silencio on Oct 18, 2008 7:28:10 GMT -5
Please change your theme
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Post by Jake Steele on Oct 18, 2008 7:56:48 GMT -5
Please change your theme *Slaps The Dan* NO!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 18, 2008 9:07:42 GMT -5
Thats some grin you have there. >_>
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Post by Chris Williams on Oct 18, 2008 12:02:33 GMT -5
Dan: Honestly, I really think that song fits Williams better than anything I can find. Plus, it has a good opening. Ben Moody comes close, though.
Spade: Gimme a break... it's the closest I could find to Cage grinning, lol
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