Post by angelofdisease on May 14, 2008 3:17:21 GMT -5
The "Getting Started" part of this fed doesn't exactly work or anything, so I figured I'd just post this here and if I'm wrong, oh well, I'll listen to whom ever I have to in order to get it right:
Handler Info
Name: Joseph
Experience: 7 Years
Email Address (Your most used): make_them_die_slowly@hotmail.com
YIM:
AOL: GlorifulGuts
MSN: hammer_time_696@hotmail.com
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Character Info
Real Name: Omitted
Ring Name: Blake Straker
Nicknames: "The Lizard King", "The New Age Shaman"
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 6'04"
Weight: 243 lbs.
Hometown: Los Angeles, CA
Alignment: Anti-Hero Face
Manager(if any): None
Move Info
Finisher(/s)
(1)Name: The Spellbinder
(1)Description: The Catatonic aka Fallaway Slam position to swinging Uranage
(2)Name: Superstar Elbow
(2)Description: Flying Elbow Drop
Wrestling Style:
Brawler/Showman/Technical
10 moves that your wrestler uses that fit your height, weight, and style.
(1) Helter Skelter (Suplex into DDT)
(2) The Sidewinder
(3) Bicycle Kick
(4) High Angle Spinebuster
(5) Spinning Leg Lariat
(6) Blakensteiner (Old School Frakensteiner)
(7) Cravate Suplex
(8) High Speed Swinging Neckbreaker
(9) Cobra Clutch
(10) Middle-Rope Legdrop
Entrance Theme: "Blur the Technicolor" by White Zombie
Detailed Entrance description:
The opening drums for "Blur the Technicolor" by White Zombie hit and the lights dim extremely low. The only light that can found in with any ease in the main area of the arena are the strobe lights that are flashing at the entrance way as the single most charismatic force in sports entertainment today makes his way to the ring.
This force, this phenomena that is "The New Age Shaman", "The Lizard King" Blake Straker steps from behind the curtain to a crowd of adoring fans wearing his usual black bandana, dark sunglasses, and leather pants... oh, and the swagger of a man who knows he's a God amoung other men and isn't in a hurry to get anywhere.
He walks to the ring like a man in charge as the fans worship at his altar.
Pic Base:
Manager Pic Base: N/A
Biography:
Blake Straker got his big break in this business at the ripe old year of 2005. He was working for various smaller companies, but broke into a major with Hybrid Championship Wrestling and started to really turn some heads going under the name Blake Hades and exuding flash and pure talent with every match he took.
Blake was not without mounds of controversy, however, as he had waited quite awhile for his shot at the spotlight and wanted to take opportunities, not be handed them, but the major players at the time had no taste for his brand of politics and felt that he needed to be held down and made an example out of.
The backlash from the main eventers of the time sent him into a spiral for self realization and he took hiatus from the company for over two months before finally coming back. Nobody knows where he went, exactly, but many suspect that the once pretty clean cut Hades started to experiment with hallucinogenic drugs and took an excursion to the desert to find himself, much in the same way popular culture icon/poet Jim Morrison did and thus earned him his nickname that he would later take off and turn into a personality all of its own.
Hades came back from the desert rejuvenated and started to get more shots than ever, feuding with an established veteran Chris Chambers and carrying him through a program that he would win and use as leverage to get further than he had ever expected. Talks of working with the World Heavyweight champion of the time Komodo, and Komodo's arch rival Lance Van Leer, were spread all over the table, but these guys were dodging him and dodging him hard and he was very vocal and, in his opinion, honest with the fans about his hostility and displeasure with his lot in life and wanted to do something about it.
That something would eventually lead to his defection to Pro Wrestling Warriors, a fledging Philadelphia upstart where a lot of his buddies were going (and some of his not-so-good friends) in the wake of the sinking HCW ship due to pure corruption. He took this opportunity to reinvent himself utterly and completely and make his wrestling personality one with the personality he had developed in his real life, becoming more true to himself.
"The Lizard King" Blake Straker was born.
"The Lizard King" was wildly popular for his stage presence and spacey, enthralling lectures and moved a lot of merchandise for the company that helped it move on and become a megapower in the wrestling world. Unfortunately, despite the fact that they wanted him to be their very first champion, Straker didn't like the fact that they weren't fully allowing him to express his beliefs and explore his character and he took time off from wrestling once again.
To make a long story short about moving from promotion to promotion and further developing his persona, Blake would eventually revert back to his Hades persona long enough to do what he felt he should've always done and that was win the World Title in Pro Wrestling Warriors, but the reign was short lived, as he truly wasn't comfortable with the role that required him to work outside of his clique of friends and not allow them to advance like he had hoped.
Pro Wrestling Warriors is long dead and Blake is just looking for a fresh place to ply his craft, start afresh, and leave all of the old baggage in the past so he may find even greater and more fulfilling success in his future endeavors. He is the "Lizard King", after all", and he can do anything.
Personality:
Very spacey, enigmatic, and yet oddly dangerous individual who at one second can be the calmest, most zen wrestler in the sport, but the next second can be a wired loose cannon ready to explode. The big suspicion, and to his own admission, is that the erratic behavior is due to drug abuse, but like he cares.
Past Feds:
Hybrid Championship Wrestling, Pure Pro Wrestling, Global Wrestling Entertaiment, Pro Wrestling Warriors, Apocalypse Now Wrestling Federation
Past Title:
Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion 1x
Hybrid Championship Wrestling Hybrid Champion 1x
Runner-Up in the PWW Survival of the Sickest 2007
Runner-Up in the HCW Deadly Alliances tournament 2006
Other
"I am the Lizard King, I can do anything"
"I am the shaman of the new age! I am he knows the truth! I am he who knows the way!"
SAMPLE RP(s):
FIRST EVER STRAKER RP
~~~ BLUURRRRRRR ~~~
The blur is pretty intense, but you can make out the fire of a man in a seemingly desert like terrain doing a dance of some sort. Hopping on one leg, arms stretched out... yelling and screaming faintly heard in echos... very weird.
Narrator:
Born of a gypsy in the shadows of the night. Born with no home and no name. Freedom. Complete freedom. I've come and I've gone from the spotlight and I've made my home where I please. You've taken this trip with me, this mind blowing adventure. You dance. Dance, dance with me. Let my words, let my visions, let them flow... let them breathe... I see you, the real you, and I don't care for it. I see you, the real you, and I won't stand for it.
I was once a king of my domain. I once had the novelty of being called "eccentric", where now I'm simply insane. I burned my bridges and I cannot go back. I'll settle here and I'll settle for nothing but the best. I was born in adversity, but I was born to be a king. I was dethroned and exiled. Cast out and written out.
Not anymore.
The scene fades and then fades into a man standing backstage. IT'S BLAKE HADES! Or is it? He looks really different.
Blake:
Now... now I guess I'm a warrior. Is that what I've come to believe? I sign the dotted line and just like that I'm a blood thirsty warrior? No, no, come to think of it... come to think of it blood thirsty warriors aren't really welcomed here. No, that's tabboo. What are we, then? What have we become?
Here in the PWW, I guess it's not about beating your opponent within inches of death. I guess it's not about winning by any means necessary. I guess I need to learn and adapt and ultimately evolve into this new landscape. I guess that's just what I'll have to do... or will I?
Do you even know me? Do you understand me? No, you don't know me and you don't understand me. You don't why I'm here, why I'm wasting your time with retoracle questions. I'm not here to be molded and I'm not here to conform. I'm not here because I need to pay child support on my illegitimate, half Asian love-child.
I've become something else. I'm not your good time braggart anymore. I've lost what I once had. No more Peyton Manning, no more Tony Danza, no more private jets. I'm finally off the f*cking gravy train and you know what?
I'm loving it.
I don't f*cking care anymore. I've absolved myself of everything I once was and I've taken a trip into a foreign land. Farther away than England, more ass-backwards than Thailand. I've taken a trip somewhere few have ever managed to step foot and that is I've settled in on my own f*cking mind.
I'm not here to conform to your rules. Your codes. Your penalties. I'm a free man now. The levies have broken and I'm running wild. I've had to change my name, my identity, my appearance, but I've finally broke free and have become what I always knew I could be.
My name is Blake Straker. Blake. Straker. Blake Hades died, R.I.P., months ago and all that is left is Blake Straker. Like him, love him, hate him, so be it. I feel the same for you. Each and every one of you. I've gained a new sense of being, a new grasp on my powers, a new identity and altered ego. I am ready to be the king I was destined to become. The snake in the grass, the camillian right in front of your face that you can not see or touch or predict.
I am the "Lizard King" and I can do anything. I am Blake Straker.
And this ramble fest is cut!
RECENT STRAKER RP
The internets is uploaded and you have hit ANWF's website. Oh, goody, click, click... exit a pop-up or two and check out what's new, and what do we see, a promo indeed! Blake Straker? This sounds like it could be a lovely, if not enlightening experience, so you click on it and it takes a second to load.
It's loaded.
THE SCREEN IS COVERED IN SHADES OF BROWN AND ORANGES AND WHITE, SHINING LIGHT THAT IS SWIRLING AND WAVING... AN HALLUCINATION IN TECHNICOLOR, MY FRIENDS, BUT IT BEGINS to fade......[/i]
The camera steadies out the shot and we see a man on one knee and looking downward, running his hands through the sand and dirt as he panders just off to the side of the desert highway. This man is wearing a black bandana to pull back his long, dark brown hair from his face and sunglasses to protect his eyes from the near blinding sun at this time of day.
The leather pants, the Mercyful Fate cut-off t-shirt... this could only be one man.
Blake Straker:
Look at it; the road over there. You try to look all the way down, but you can't. Things get blurry, distorted, out of focus... and mysterious. You think you know where it leads, but things may not go according to plan and it can, despite the best of intentions... get very messy.
You follow that road that others laid down and you're being set up for whatever the hell is going on down that path, whatever it may be, and you're just one of a thousand getting stuck in that trap. Just a statistic in the bloody aftermath, and you're only comfort is that you couldn't do a thing to stop it. You couldn't lift a finger to save your own ass when push came to shove and that lets you rest in peace.
God damned fools...
No, I don't buy into that. I don't hold to that set of truths, that figment of your imaginations, the excuses you make on the day to day just to get by and that's why I've been so successful: I take risks and I make them pay off. I see things, I envision these wonderful things... these horrible things... and then I make them a reality without any fucking regard for that beaten path.
Straker stands upright at this point and tilts his sunglasses upward so that they may rest onto of his head.
Blake Straker:
People out there watching this will call me a psychobabbling maniac, perhaps; call me a novelty and a relic of ideals that were crushed long ago and tell me to conform and fit in with society and not challenge the authority as it stands.
But what they don't understand is... I'm not challenging authority, I'm simply beating it. I'm not a novelty, I'm a ghost. I don't fit into society, because I am society and professional wrestling is my medium. The modern day circus, the demented freaks from all walks of life, and I am the lead in the charge on the mundane.
"Call to Arms" will be a very interesting event, a challenge unlike one I've had in a very long time. Hell, I'm willing to bet it'll be a lot of fun. Painful, but a lot of fun, nonetheless, and I know exactly where I'll be placed on the card when the time comes. I know exactly what my role is supposed to be and I will carry that burden with me as it were an extension of myself wholly and completely.
I will carry the burden just like any thing else I resent and I will unleash that resent out on any stupid coward that wants to step in my way. I will do this because I am the shaman of the new age, The Lizard King, and I... can do anything.
The scene fades with Straker walking is a diagonal direction into the desert, his sunglasses back in place.
Handler Info
Name: Joseph
Experience: 7 Years
Email Address (Your most used): make_them_die_slowly@hotmail.com
YIM:
AOL: GlorifulGuts
MSN: hammer_time_696@hotmail.com
------------
Character Info
Real Name: Omitted
Ring Name: Blake Straker
Nicknames: "The Lizard King", "The New Age Shaman"
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Height: 6'04"
Weight: 243 lbs.
Hometown: Los Angeles, CA
Alignment: Anti-Hero Face
Manager(if any): None
Move Info
Finisher(/s)
(1)Name: The Spellbinder
(1)Description: The Catatonic aka Fallaway Slam position to swinging Uranage
(2)Name: Superstar Elbow
(2)Description: Flying Elbow Drop
Wrestling Style:
Brawler/Showman/Technical
10 moves that your wrestler uses that fit your height, weight, and style.
(1) Helter Skelter (Suplex into DDT)
(2) The Sidewinder
(3) Bicycle Kick
(4) High Angle Spinebuster
(5) Spinning Leg Lariat
(6) Blakensteiner (Old School Frakensteiner)
(7) Cravate Suplex
(8) High Speed Swinging Neckbreaker
(9) Cobra Clutch
(10) Middle-Rope Legdrop
Entrance Theme: "Blur the Technicolor" by White Zombie
Detailed Entrance description:
The opening drums for "Blur the Technicolor" by White Zombie hit and the lights dim extremely low. The only light that can found in with any ease in the main area of the arena are the strobe lights that are flashing at the entrance way as the single most charismatic force in sports entertainment today makes his way to the ring.
This force, this phenomena that is "The New Age Shaman", "The Lizard King" Blake Straker steps from behind the curtain to a crowd of adoring fans wearing his usual black bandana, dark sunglasses, and leather pants... oh, and the swagger of a man who knows he's a God amoung other men and isn't in a hurry to get anywhere.
He walks to the ring like a man in charge as the fans worship at his altar.
Pic Base:
Manager Pic Base: N/A
Biography:
Blake Straker got his big break in this business at the ripe old year of 2005. He was working for various smaller companies, but broke into a major with Hybrid Championship Wrestling and started to really turn some heads going under the name Blake Hades and exuding flash and pure talent with every match he took.
Blake was not without mounds of controversy, however, as he had waited quite awhile for his shot at the spotlight and wanted to take opportunities, not be handed them, but the major players at the time had no taste for his brand of politics and felt that he needed to be held down and made an example out of.
The backlash from the main eventers of the time sent him into a spiral for self realization and he took hiatus from the company for over two months before finally coming back. Nobody knows where he went, exactly, but many suspect that the once pretty clean cut Hades started to experiment with hallucinogenic drugs and took an excursion to the desert to find himself, much in the same way popular culture icon/poet Jim Morrison did and thus earned him his nickname that he would later take off and turn into a personality all of its own.
Hades came back from the desert rejuvenated and started to get more shots than ever, feuding with an established veteran Chris Chambers and carrying him through a program that he would win and use as leverage to get further than he had ever expected. Talks of working with the World Heavyweight champion of the time Komodo, and Komodo's arch rival Lance Van Leer, were spread all over the table, but these guys were dodging him and dodging him hard and he was very vocal and, in his opinion, honest with the fans about his hostility and displeasure with his lot in life and wanted to do something about it.
That something would eventually lead to his defection to Pro Wrestling Warriors, a fledging Philadelphia upstart where a lot of his buddies were going (and some of his not-so-good friends) in the wake of the sinking HCW ship due to pure corruption. He took this opportunity to reinvent himself utterly and completely and make his wrestling personality one with the personality he had developed in his real life, becoming more true to himself.
"The Lizard King" Blake Straker was born.
"The Lizard King" was wildly popular for his stage presence and spacey, enthralling lectures and moved a lot of merchandise for the company that helped it move on and become a megapower in the wrestling world. Unfortunately, despite the fact that they wanted him to be their very first champion, Straker didn't like the fact that they weren't fully allowing him to express his beliefs and explore his character and he took time off from wrestling once again.
To make a long story short about moving from promotion to promotion and further developing his persona, Blake would eventually revert back to his Hades persona long enough to do what he felt he should've always done and that was win the World Title in Pro Wrestling Warriors, but the reign was short lived, as he truly wasn't comfortable with the role that required him to work outside of his clique of friends and not allow them to advance like he had hoped.
Pro Wrestling Warriors is long dead and Blake is just looking for a fresh place to ply his craft, start afresh, and leave all of the old baggage in the past so he may find even greater and more fulfilling success in his future endeavors. He is the "Lizard King", after all", and he can do anything.
Personality:
Very spacey, enigmatic, and yet oddly dangerous individual who at one second can be the calmest, most zen wrestler in the sport, but the next second can be a wired loose cannon ready to explode. The big suspicion, and to his own admission, is that the erratic behavior is due to drug abuse, but like he cares.
Past Feds:
Hybrid Championship Wrestling, Pure Pro Wrestling, Global Wrestling Entertaiment, Pro Wrestling Warriors, Apocalypse Now Wrestling Federation
Past Title:
Pro Wrestling Warriors World Champion 1x
Hybrid Championship Wrestling Hybrid Champion 1x
Runner-Up in the PWW Survival of the Sickest 2007
Runner-Up in the HCW Deadly Alliances tournament 2006
Other
"I am the Lizard King, I can do anything"
"I am the shaman of the new age! I am he knows the truth! I am he who knows the way!"
SAMPLE RP(s):
FIRST EVER STRAKER RP
~~~ BLUURRRRRRR ~~~
The blur is pretty intense, but you can make out the fire of a man in a seemingly desert like terrain doing a dance of some sort. Hopping on one leg, arms stretched out... yelling and screaming faintly heard in echos... very weird.
Narrator:
Born of a gypsy in the shadows of the night. Born with no home and no name. Freedom. Complete freedom. I've come and I've gone from the spotlight and I've made my home where I please. You've taken this trip with me, this mind blowing adventure. You dance. Dance, dance with me. Let my words, let my visions, let them flow... let them breathe... I see you, the real you, and I don't care for it. I see you, the real you, and I won't stand for it.
I was once a king of my domain. I once had the novelty of being called "eccentric", where now I'm simply insane. I burned my bridges and I cannot go back. I'll settle here and I'll settle for nothing but the best. I was born in adversity, but I was born to be a king. I was dethroned and exiled. Cast out and written out.
Not anymore.
The scene fades and then fades into a man standing backstage. IT'S BLAKE HADES! Or is it? He looks really different.
Blake:
Now... now I guess I'm a warrior. Is that what I've come to believe? I sign the dotted line and just like that I'm a blood thirsty warrior? No, no, come to think of it... come to think of it blood thirsty warriors aren't really welcomed here. No, that's tabboo. What are we, then? What have we become?
Here in the PWW, I guess it's not about beating your opponent within inches of death. I guess it's not about winning by any means necessary. I guess I need to learn and adapt and ultimately evolve into this new landscape. I guess that's just what I'll have to do... or will I?
Do you even know me? Do you understand me? No, you don't know me and you don't understand me. You don't why I'm here, why I'm wasting your time with retoracle questions. I'm not here to be molded and I'm not here to conform. I'm not here because I need to pay child support on my illegitimate, half Asian love-child.
I've become something else. I'm not your good time braggart anymore. I've lost what I once had. No more Peyton Manning, no more Tony Danza, no more private jets. I'm finally off the f*cking gravy train and you know what?
I'm loving it.
I don't f*cking care anymore. I've absolved myself of everything I once was and I've taken a trip into a foreign land. Farther away than England, more ass-backwards than Thailand. I've taken a trip somewhere few have ever managed to step foot and that is I've settled in on my own f*cking mind.
I'm not here to conform to your rules. Your codes. Your penalties. I'm a free man now. The levies have broken and I'm running wild. I've had to change my name, my identity, my appearance, but I've finally broke free and have become what I always knew I could be.
My name is Blake Straker. Blake. Straker. Blake Hades died, R.I.P., months ago and all that is left is Blake Straker. Like him, love him, hate him, so be it. I feel the same for you. Each and every one of you. I've gained a new sense of being, a new grasp on my powers, a new identity and altered ego. I am ready to be the king I was destined to become. The snake in the grass, the camillian right in front of your face that you can not see or touch or predict.
I am the "Lizard King" and I can do anything. I am Blake Straker.
And this ramble fest is cut!
RECENT STRAKER RP
The internets is uploaded and you have hit ANWF's website. Oh, goody, click, click... exit a pop-up or two and check out what's new, and what do we see, a promo indeed! Blake Straker? This sounds like it could be a lovely, if not enlightening experience, so you click on it and it takes a second to load.
It's loaded.
THE SCREEN IS COVERED IN SHADES OF BROWN AND ORANGES AND WHITE, SHINING LIGHT THAT IS SWIRLING AND WAVING... AN HALLUCINATION IN TECHNICOLOR, MY FRIENDS, BUT IT BEGINS to fade......[/i]
The camera steadies out the shot and we see a man on one knee and looking downward, running his hands through the sand and dirt as he panders just off to the side of the desert highway. This man is wearing a black bandana to pull back his long, dark brown hair from his face and sunglasses to protect his eyes from the near blinding sun at this time of day.
The leather pants, the Mercyful Fate cut-off t-shirt... this could only be one man.
Blake Straker:
Look at it; the road over there. You try to look all the way down, but you can't. Things get blurry, distorted, out of focus... and mysterious. You think you know where it leads, but things may not go according to plan and it can, despite the best of intentions... get very messy.
You follow that road that others laid down and you're being set up for whatever the hell is going on down that path, whatever it may be, and you're just one of a thousand getting stuck in that trap. Just a statistic in the bloody aftermath, and you're only comfort is that you couldn't do a thing to stop it. You couldn't lift a finger to save your own ass when push came to shove and that lets you rest in peace.
God damned fools...
No, I don't buy into that. I don't hold to that set of truths, that figment of your imaginations, the excuses you make on the day to day just to get by and that's why I've been so successful: I take risks and I make them pay off. I see things, I envision these wonderful things... these horrible things... and then I make them a reality without any fucking regard for that beaten path.
Straker stands upright at this point and tilts his sunglasses upward so that they may rest onto of his head.
Blake Straker:
People out there watching this will call me a psychobabbling maniac, perhaps; call me a novelty and a relic of ideals that were crushed long ago and tell me to conform and fit in with society and not challenge the authority as it stands.
But what they don't understand is... I'm not challenging authority, I'm simply beating it. I'm not a novelty, I'm a ghost. I don't fit into society, because I am society and professional wrestling is my medium. The modern day circus, the demented freaks from all walks of life, and I am the lead in the charge on the mundane.
"Call to Arms" will be a very interesting event, a challenge unlike one I've had in a very long time. Hell, I'm willing to bet it'll be a lot of fun. Painful, but a lot of fun, nonetheless, and I know exactly where I'll be placed on the card when the time comes. I know exactly what my role is supposed to be and I will carry that burden with me as it were an extension of myself wholly and completely.
I will carry the burden just like any thing else I resent and I will unleash that resent out on any stupid coward that wants to step in my way. I will do this because I am the shaman of the new age, The Lizard King, and I... can do anything.
The scene fades with Straker walking is a diagonal direction into the desert, his sunglasses back in place.
.
