Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 5:33:53 GMT
[Handler Information]
Age: 16
Years of Fed Experience: Around three or four
Contact Info: Most likely through Twitter (@tylerkee63) or just DM through the boards.
[Character Personal Information]
Real Name: Tyler KeenanD.O.B.: 11/8/1991
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Allentown, Pennsylvania
Pic Base: Zack Sabre Jr. (Preferably short hair)
Twitter: TylerKee63
[Character In-Ring Information]
Ring Name: Tyler KeenanNicknames: The Modern-Day Wordsmith, The First-Rate Manipulator
Hails From: Hollywood, California
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200lbs
Alignment: Heel
Trained By: Allentown Wrestling Academy, Jeffry Mason
Character Biography: Keenan was born on August 5th, 1991 in the town of Allentown, Pennsylvania. His father is successful entrepreneur Vernon Keenan and his mother is a lawyer named Alicia Keenan. He also has one sibling, his twin sister Katrina. Keenan became a wrestler because he did not see himself following in his father's footsteps as a successful businessman. He trained like many others in the Allentown area the local training academy, 'Allentown Wrestling Academy', and learned to become a proficient submission wrestling due to the many different trainers there, some of whom were once professional MMA fighters.
His wrestling skills took a huge improvement once he joined Next Generation Wrestling, as he begun to spend a lot of time inside and outside the ring with NGW Champion Jeffry Mason. Mason, seeing the possible potential in the young starlet, took him under his wing and helped him hone his ring work in order to make it more refined and stylish.
Career History: Tyler Keenan has wrestling in many promotions on the American Independent Scene, despite his short career. He has done many one-time appearances, most notably in promotions such as SNACKAGE Pro and Golden Lucha. However, he is most notable for his time in Next Generation Wrestling, where he is a former NGW Tag Team Champion, and the Internet Wrestling Alliance. Some notable feuds he has been in have mostly come from NGW, having feuded with the likes of Ryan Vendetta and Storm Andrews of Danger Zone, Sloane and Raine from the World's Kawaiiest Tag Team and currently his former tag team partner Christopher Jordan.
Gimmick: A former playboy/model and reality television star, Tyler Keenan has made the change from reality television and magazine covers to the squared circle and sports entertainment, and wants to be respected for his decision and show the fans and the veterans what he can do. However, being branded as a pretty boy stereotype that cannot wrestle has left Keenan in the lurch, and he is desperate to prove to people that he is the best wrestler wherever he goes and will go out of his way to prove it in every single way that he can, even if it means going to extreme, almost insane, risks to make sure that he does become some sort of God in the eyes of the fans and the wrestling media.
Entrance Music: 'Hate Me' {by Escape the Fate}
Entrance Description: As soon as his entrance theme begins to play, a spotlight shines down upon the middle of the stage. As the lead singer screams, Keenan walks out from behind the curtain with his hands firmly dug in the pockets of the black hoodie he is wearing, hood up to hide his hair. He walks out from behind the curtain and onto the stage, before he spins on his heels, throwing his head back to remove the hood. He immediately then rips his hands from his pockets and outstretches them as gold rain-like pyro rains down in front of him. After a few seconds, he spins back around and folds his arms, before screaming out with a smile on his face and walking down to the ring.
[Moveset/Arsenal]
Fighting Style: Technical, mostly submission-based.
In-Ring Strengths:
- A very well-trained and well-versed submission expert.
- Very quick and agile.
- Can sometimes become a brawler when things get out of hand, but can hold his own when the time comes.
- Prides himself in his ability to use his knees and elbows to do more damage than his fists.
In-Ring Weakness:
- Is very cocky and complacent.
- Does not take opponents as serious as he should.
- A very loudmouthed and egotistical person.
Favorite Match Type: Submission, but also likes pure and traditional wrestling matches.
Favorite Weapon: Brass Knuckles
Common Moves:
[1] Wrist Lock/Shoulder Lock Combo
[2] Fish Hook
[3] Figure-four Leglock
[4] Modified Seated Octopus Stretch
[5] Cradled Butterfly Lock
[6] Running European Uppercut
[7] Slingshot Double Axe Handle
[8] Tope Con Hilo
[9] Pescado
[10] Leaping Rope Cutter
[11] Basement Back Elbow
[12] Springboard Back Elbow
[13] Japanese Arm Drag
[14] Half Nelson Suplex
[15] Gory Neckbreaker
[16] Bridging Dragon Suplex
[17] Front Russian Leg Sweep
[18] Hammerlock Back Suplex
[19] Stalling Neckbreaker
[20] Michinoku Driver
[21] Waterwheel Slam
[22] Orange Crush
[23] Underhook DDT
[24] Front Lungblower
[25] Tope Suicida
Signature Moves:
1. Brass Element (Brass Knuckle Punch, sometimes used secretly.)
2. The Virgo Dissolution (Slingshot Elbow Drop)
3. Red Thunderclap (Arm-Trap Pele Kick)
4. Boot it like Beckham (Seated Soccer Kick)
Finisher(s):
1. Deja Vu (Turnbuckle Powerbomb)
2. Hollywood Vice (Hammerlock with Body Scissors)
In-Ring Attire: Tyler's hair is short and black, and always is expertly styled with hair-gel. His current attire is a pair of tights emblazoned with stars in the night sky. He also wears a glove on his right and with the same design, along with black tape on his left hand and wrist.
- (Description)
Sample Roleplay: The video begins as the doors of an elevator slide open, revealing a small hallway with two large mahogany doors at the end, both with golden knobs for handles. The cameraman pans the camera around the hallway, which is nothing special with an oak wood floor and cream walls with no pattern or wallpaper. There is an end table to the side of the left door, with a pot of tulips in the middle of it, perfect and in bloom.
As the cameraman reaches the door, the cameraman picks up the muffled sound of ‘King’ by Years & Years through the doors, as well the sound of laughter and muffled giggles. Grabbing the doorknob with his left hand, the cameraman pushes the door open to reveal a large penthouse living room, with a laminated mahogany wood floor, white leather sofa and recliners arranged in a square with a fur rug in the middle underneath a glass coffee table, as well as a flatscreen TV upon the wall, surrounded by glass windows that display the Allentown skyline.
Moving forwards, the music becomes louder as the source of the noise, a large speaker at the edge of the living room, becomes visible to the camera. The cameraman pans the camera around as a young woman, aged around her mid-twenties, rushes out from an unseen room and into the kitchen, pulling an apple from the fruit basket beside the microwave, walking over the checked tiles in bare feet in the process. She is dancing to the music while swaying her blonde hair back and forth in the process as she hops up onto the marble breakfast bar and takes a bite of the apple, smiling to herself as she notices the camera.
With a sly laugh, she waves at the camera, showing off the cream night-gown she is wearing, before taking another chunk out of the apple as her boyfriend appears from the same room she came from, wearing nothing but a white bathrobe. Tyler Keenan dances around his white sofa whilst humming to the tune of the music, picking up the remote and turning the music down as he winks at the camera and laughs to himself.
“Welcome to my penthouse, NGW, because it’s the first and last time you’ll ever see such a magnificent paradise, because there are some things that the audience should never see, and this is definitely one of the things to hide.”
Keenan takes a seat on his sofa and points for the cameraman to sit in the white recliner opposite him, which he does after a few moments. Tyler is then joined by his girlfriend, who leans over the back of the sofa and throws her arms around his shoulders, smiling at him.
“You know, a lot of people have a lot of different opinions about money. Some people say that money is a material object, and isn’t needed to find happiness, while others say that it makes you feel like God and that you’re smarter and better than everybody else.”
Tyler gives his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek and then smiles at the camera, before leaning forwards and resting his elbows on his knees.
“Well, I believe none of them, because it wasn’t money that got me where I am today, with a beautiful girlfriend that makes me happy every time I see her and more money than I know what to do with, it was my arrogance, and the complete determination to succeed."
Tyler whispers something into his girlfriend’s ear, which sends her into the kitchen with a nod. She comes back a few moments later with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. Tyler smiles and pours himself a drink, before releasing his grip on the bottle for her to do the same.
“Before I was a wrestler, I was a businessman, working as the heir to my Father’s company down there, in downtown California…”
Keenan thrusts his finger towards the window, pointing at the Allentown skyline.
“…And I hated every minute of it, because I am not a businessman, I cannot sit and listen to old men drone on about worthless things in a boardroom, and that’s because I am not my father, not a carbon copy of a successful entrepreneur from Pennsylvania. I am my own man, and he didn’t like that, and neither does anybody else. Ever since day one, when I waltzed into the arena in Manhattan and I walked the halls backstage, the staff, the caterers and my colleagues, the men and women who call themselves wrestlers, they all looked down on me in spite, simply because I wore designer clothes and I had a rolex visible on my wrist.”
Tyler smiles and takes a sip of his red wine.
“Let me tell you something that I’ve learned about people. They hate what they cannot have. They know that they will never be in my position, driving an expensive car and living in a luxury penthouse, so they decide that their new colleague is nothing more than a pretty boy who bought his way into the business, and got himself on the boss’ good side by doing a whole lot of begging and ass-kissing.
Well I’m so much more than that. I’m smarter and I’m better than the rest of the world, and I don’t need money or the need to keep telling myself that I am, because the whole world knows it and they refuse to accept it. People like the Danger Zone, Ryan Vendetta and Storm Andrews, they’re just ordinary people who see me and my tag partner as stuck-up yes men who will go around and tell themselves they’re better because they have more cash than them.
Since day one in this business I have been told that I have been given respect that I don’t deserve, that I am not a wrestler, just a man with money who wants to believe that he is something worthwhile and that he’s done something in his life. And ever since day one I’ve taken in all of that abuse, all of the spite and the absolute hatred people have of me…”
Tyler downs the rest of his glass in one and slams it down onto the table.
“…And I’m going to unleash it at Fallout to show the world that I am the REAL DEAL, and not some pretty boy or man with money that bought his way into the business, and the whole world will know that I’m speaking the truth when I pin Ryan Vendetta, 1…2…3...
…When I pin Storm Andrews, 1…2…3…
…When I pin Sloane, 1...2…3…
…When I pin Raine, 1…2…3…
…And when I pin Guernica, 1...2...3, and I leave the whole of Team Guernica in a pile, battered and bruised, and lift Walter Graham’s hand into the air and show the world that he knows what is best for NGW, and that Tyler Keenan is the next best thing in the wrestling business, and that he did it without the support his fans, just the people he needed around him, because that’s who I need in life, just me, her and my friends…
…Because I’m Extremely Lethal, and that’s something the world is going to see.”
Tyler stands up and takes the glasses back into the kitchen, leaving his girlfriend to grab the remote and restart the party the two of them seemed to be having by turning the music up. The cameraman begins to leave as he walks towards the door, and turns around to see the two of them dancing together in the middle of the living room, laughing and moving in a perfected routine as he shuts the door behind him on his way out.