Post by mikaru on Jan 12, 2009 23:54:31 GMT -5
|| - Superstar Image - ||
Physique: he is average built, no six pack but well toned. He has blonde hair and cold blue eyes since his return. His shoulders have the greek symbol for Omega, then on the underside of his forearms he has wings tattooed.
Werestling: He wears a pair of black tights that has a silver sharp pointed 'M' on the side of his thighs with black boots and maroon shoe laces he has a pair of black fingerless gloves and silver wrist bands with his 'M' in black
Out of Ring: He wears a pair of blue jeans with a black shirt with ‘The Master of the Odds’ in a reflective silver, with ‘Si Vis Pacam, Pera bellum’ on the back
|| - Real Name - ||
Mikaru Daiety
|| - In-Ring Name - ||
N/A
|| - Nickname - ||
Mik
|| - Billed From - ||
ST. Louis, MO
|| - Height - ||
6'4''
|| - Weight - ||
232lb
|| - Entrance Music - ||
‘Remember the Name’ Fort Minor
|| - Entrance Moves - ||
(See Movie)
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|| - Enterance Movie - ||
The Lights go out as the beat starts to play…on the ACW-Tron the count down slowly begins to show
~5,4,3,~ You ready?! ~2,~ Let's go! ~The number 1 Flashes from black to white~
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about ~The Master of
It's like this y'all (c'mon!) The Odds flashes in place of the number one spot~
The TV’s around the world becomes the ACW-Tron as the following clips play:
This is ten percent luck, ~The clip shows Mikaru sliding into the ring, spearing Taker and Kane ~
twenty percent skill ~A clip of Mikaru nailing a man in the balls with the sledgehammer is played~
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will ~A clip of Mikaru leaping up and drop-kicking HHH is shown~
Five percent pleasure, ~A clip shows Mikaru in a hot tub with three supermodels~
fifty percent pain ~The clip with Mikaru getting nailed in the side of the head with the sledgehammer is shown~
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! ~MIKARU~ (Flashes in silver and black)
The screens return to ACW stage where a single spotlight focuses on Mikaru whom already stands he looks about before he raises his right arm up to the sky, gently folding his fingers into a fist he quickly brings it down, as his hand points to the ground, silver fireworks shoot out from center stage behind him and around the stage’s edges and down the ramp finally the ring-posts shoot up with different colors as the arena’s lights turn on at the same moment the ring posts fireworks shoot off.
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights, He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic!
Mikaru walks down the ramp, high fiving everyone’s hands, he stops at the rings edge and gazes about he then slowly walks around the barrier in a dash style, high fiving anyone who wishes for a high five.
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone, In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him, But fuck em, he knows the code ,It's not about the salary, It's all about reality and making some noise
Mikaru once again gets back to where he stands for his usual backflip, instead he leaps up and grabs the top ropes and jumps up before springing over the top ropes.
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up, That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!, Who the hell is he anyway?, He never really talks much, Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Mikaru walks around the ring, he stops at the corners and leaps up to the second one and holds his fist up.
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact, That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects ,Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect,
After doing all the corners Mikaru stands in the center of the ring, once again he raises his right arm and folds his fingers into a fist, he then slams his fist into the ground as multicolored fireworks go off. He stands and readies for his match.
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach, And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
|| - Wrestling Style - ||
Technical/Powerhouse
Finishers
1. Lights Out~(Mikaru puts the wrestler on his shoulders then begins to do the F-5 but turns it into a DDT)
2. Daiety Destroyer~(TKO)~
3.Daiety Devastator~(Rock Bottom)~
Signature Moves
1. Dragon Whip
2. Running STO
3. Hagakure
4. Dragon Sleeper
5. Atomic Drop
Regular Moves
1. European Uppercut
2. Kitchen Sink
3. Right Hook
4. Straight Jab
5. Dropkick
6. STF
7. Full Nelson
8. Full Nelson Slam
9. Toss
10. Powerful Raise
11. Toe Kick
12. Guillotine
13. Five Knuckle Shuffle(without the you can't see me)
14. Spinebuster
15. Chicken-Wing
16. Superkick
17. Cutter
18. DDT
19. Suplex
20. Belly-Belly Suplex
|| - Sample Roleplay - ||
The ref looked about between the two for any sign of blood. Mikaru stood up, his right arm loose, dislocated. The ref motioned that Mikaru was unable to continue, much to Mikaru’s dismay he grabbed his shoulder and with a loud SNAP he put his arm back into place, crying out in pain
The ref hesitantly shrugged and motioned the match should be continued.
Bane rolled to his feet as Mikaru walked over kicking Bane in the gut and he positioned him between his legs, readied to do the Pedigree. Bane quickly flipped Mikaru over his shoulders.
Mikaru roared in pain as he hit his back he rolled from side to side, wanting to ease the pain. He wanted to quit it hurt so much. He knew if he did he’d never get that title shot he so longed for. He rolled and with the help of the Ropes he stood up.
Bane charged forward, ready to take Mikaru down, but to his dismay, Mikaru dropped down holding the top rope, sending Bane over the ropes and onto the floor. Mikaru stood up he ran back against the ropes and shot forward jumping to the top rope he jumped off. A guillotine connected to Bane’s face. Mikaru walked over as Bane rolled around in pain. Mikaru walked around Bane stomping on his face, his anger showing in his face as he grabbed the monster by his face he pulled him up and positioned for another pedigree. The pedigree succeeded. The Ref rolled out, seeing Bane’s nose bleeding; he motioned for the bell to be rung.
The bell rang three times as the match stopped. ‘Move’ hit the arena Mikaru stood up and rolled into the ring as the Ref followed and grabbed Mikaru’s wrist he raised it.
“Here is your winner, Mikaru!” The announcer announced, as Mikaru raised his head back a broad smile upon his face.
Physique: he is average built, no six pack but well toned. He has blonde hair and cold blue eyes since his return. His shoulders have the greek symbol for Omega, then on the underside of his forearms he has wings tattooed.
Werestling: He wears a pair of black tights that has a silver sharp pointed 'M' on the side of his thighs with black boots and maroon shoe laces he has a pair of black fingerless gloves and silver wrist bands with his 'M' in black
Out of Ring: He wears a pair of blue jeans with a black shirt with ‘The Master of the Odds’ in a reflective silver, with ‘Si Vis Pacam, Pera bellum’ on the back
|| - Real Name - ||
Mikaru Daiety
|| - In-Ring Name - ||
N/A
|| - Nickname - ||
Mik
|| - Billed From - ||
ST. Louis, MO
|| - Height - ||
6'4''
|| - Weight - ||
232lb
|| - Entrance Music - ||
‘Remember the Name’ Fort Minor
|| - Entrance Moves - ||
(See Movie)
V
V
V
|| - Enterance Movie - ||
The Lights go out as the beat starts to play…on the ACW-Tron the count down slowly begins to show
~5,4,3,~ You ready?! ~2,~ Let's go! ~The number 1 Flashes from black to white~
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about ~The Master of
It's like this y'all (c'mon!) The Odds flashes in place of the number one spot~
The TV’s around the world becomes the ACW-Tron as the following clips play:
This is ten percent luck, ~The clip shows Mikaru sliding into the ring, spearing Taker and Kane ~
twenty percent skill ~A clip of Mikaru nailing a man in the balls with the sledgehammer is played~
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will ~A clip of Mikaru leaping up and drop-kicking HHH is shown~
Five percent pleasure, ~A clip shows Mikaru in a hot tub with three supermodels~
fifty percent pain ~The clip with Mikaru getting nailed in the side of the head with the sledgehammer is shown~
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! ~MIKARU~ (Flashes in silver and black)
The screens return to ACW stage where a single spotlight focuses on Mikaru whom already stands he looks about before he raises his right arm up to the sky, gently folding his fingers into a fist he quickly brings it down, as his hand points to the ground, silver fireworks shoot out from center stage behind him and around the stage’s edges and down the ramp finally the ring-posts shoot up with different colors as the arena’s lights turn on at the same moment the ring posts fireworks shoot off.
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights, He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic!
Mikaru walks down the ramp, high fiving everyone’s hands, he stops at the rings edge and gazes about he then slowly walks around the barrier in a dash style, high fiving anyone who wishes for a high five.
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone, In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him, But fuck em, he knows the code ,It's not about the salary, It's all about reality and making some noise
Mikaru once again gets back to where he stands for his usual backflip, instead he leaps up and grabs the top ropes and jumps up before springing over the top ropes.
Making the story - making sure his clique stays up, That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!, Who the hell is he anyway?, He never really talks much, Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Mikaru walks around the ring, he stops at the corners and leaps up to the second one and holds his fist up.
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact, That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects ,Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect,
After doing all the corners Mikaru stands in the center of the ring, once again he raises his right arm and folds his fingers into a fist, he then slams his fist into the ground as multicolored fireworks go off. He stands and readies for his match.
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach, And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
|| - Wrestling Style - ||
Technical/Powerhouse
Finishers
1. Lights Out~(Mikaru puts the wrestler on his shoulders then begins to do the F-5 but turns it into a DDT)
2. Daiety Destroyer~(TKO)~
3.Daiety Devastator~(Rock Bottom)~
Signature Moves
1. Dragon Whip
2. Running STO
3. Hagakure
4. Dragon Sleeper
5. Atomic Drop
Regular Moves
1. European Uppercut
2. Kitchen Sink
3. Right Hook
4. Straight Jab
5. Dropkick
6. STF
7. Full Nelson
8. Full Nelson Slam
9. Toss
10. Powerful Raise
11. Toe Kick
12. Guillotine
13. Five Knuckle Shuffle(without the you can't see me)
14. Spinebuster
15. Chicken-Wing
16. Superkick
17. Cutter
18. DDT
19. Suplex
20. Belly-Belly Suplex
|| - Sample Roleplay - ||
The ref looked about between the two for any sign of blood. Mikaru stood up, his right arm loose, dislocated. The ref motioned that Mikaru was unable to continue, much to Mikaru’s dismay he grabbed his shoulder and with a loud SNAP he put his arm back into place, crying out in pain
The ref hesitantly shrugged and motioned the match should be continued.
Bane rolled to his feet as Mikaru walked over kicking Bane in the gut and he positioned him between his legs, readied to do the Pedigree. Bane quickly flipped Mikaru over his shoulders.
Mikaru roared in pain as he hit his back he rolled from side to side, wanting to ease the pain. He wanted to quit it hurt so much. He knew if he did he’d never get that title shot he so longed for. He rolled and with the help of the Ropes he stood up.
Bane charged forward, ready to take Mikaru down, but to his dismay, Mikaru dropped down holding the top rope, sending Bane over the ropes and onto the floor. Mikaru stood up he ran back against the ropes and shot forward jumping to the top rope he jumped off. A guillotine connected to Bane’s face. Mikaru walked over as Bane rolled around in pain. Mikaru walked around Bane stomping on his face, his anger showing in his face as he grabbed the monster by his face he pulled him up and positioned for another pedigree. The pedigree succeeded. The Ref rolled out, seeing Bane’s nose bleeding; he motioned for the bell to be rung.
The bell rang three times as the match stopped. ‘Move’ hit the arena Mikaru stood up and rolled into the ring as the Ref followed and grabbed Mikaru’s wrist he raised it.
“Here is your winner, Mikaru!” The announcer announced, as Mikaru raised his head back a broad smile upon his face.
