Gunnar Kincaid

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Post by Gunnar Kincaid on Aug 11, 2016 22:41:07 GMT

[Handler Information]

Name: Davey.
Age: 29.
Years of Fed Experience: More than a decade now.
Contact Info: PM on the boards works fine.

[Character Personal Information]

Real Name: Jodi Archer
D.O.B.: 26/05/1987
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Canmore, Alberta, Canada
Pic Base: Ryan Hurst (long hair and beard)
Twitter: @mrgunnarkincaid

[Character In-Ring Information]

Ring Name: Gunnar Kincaid
Nicknames: N/A
Hails From: Canmore, Alberta, Canada
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 256 lbs
Alignment: Reluctant Face

Trained By: The Pain Academy, Calgary

Character Biography: They say that there's darkness and light within everyone; the yin and the yang. While Gunnar isn't bi-polar or someone who suffers from multiple personality disorder, it's safe to say that he has two attitudes.

On one hand he's a good-natured soul with a quick wit, sharp humour and a sociable aura that's propelled by charm, charisma and intelligence. He'll happily socialise and converse with strangers, help others and show a general warmth and kindness to people. Within that lies a compassionate side, filled with empathy and support for those in need. He stands up for what's morally and ethically right, irrespective on whether it's what society deems appropriate. He doesn't conform to social conventions and instead marches to the beat of his own, moral code.

However, on the other hand, there's an anti-social, negative, morbid attitude dwelling within him; an attitude filled with sarcasm and callous brutality, be it verbal or physical. He has a low tolerance level - almost non-existant - for fools and takes a great deal of solace in ridiculing, berating and attacking people whom he deems are idiots. He's a deep thinker and gets easily frustrated at how corrupt and fundamentally broken society is. His need to retain total control over his surroundings and environment can also lead him to behaving in an abrupt, cold manner.

Which side of Gunnar you get exposed to is a completely random process. There's nothing that particularly triggers his negative side; nor is there anything that brings out his positive attitude. It all depends on how he feels at the time. As a result of this, many people read him wrong, misconstruing his attitude and judging him incorrectly. People's perception of Gunnar and the reality of who he is are two very different things.

Career History: Having trained and performed for a little over 3 years at The Pain Academy in Calgary, this is Gunnar's first professional break.

Gimmick: Kincaid is a flawed, deeply cerebral individual on a journey to achieve inner peace; a permanent state that enables him to drop the ego and all the attachments that define what we, as humans, have become. While that state of constant serenity is his ideal, he's a long way from that point, particularly with his anger issues, short fuse, sarcastic wit and intolerance of idiots. He's started his journey, however, and as such, he's in a position where he doesn't care about the opinions of other people - his employer, his colleagues, the fans, anyone; and not because he thinks he's better than anyone, but rather because he's learned not to be an emotional slave to the way other people think about him. As such, this can be misconstrued as ignorance and the audience may boo him for it. Conversely, when he's good, he's great - so much so that the average Joe in the audience can relate to Gunnar's anti-establishment, pro-human stance on things. His wit and cutting sarcasm can also provide entertainment to the crowds, giving them plenty of cause to cheer for him.

Entrance Music: 'We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time' {by Pantera}

Entrance Description: The heavy guitars and drums of Pantera's 'We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time' reverberates through the venue, accompanied by the dancing strobe lighting on stage. The audience cheer the arrival of Gunnar Kincaid, who saunters out onto the top of the ramp with a look of confidence and determination etched across his bearded face in equal measure. Admiring the view from the peak of the stage for a moment, Kincaid rotates and stretches his neck and arms, before marching down the ramp with purpose.

The big Canadian native steps up onto the ring apron and hops through the ropes, only to remove his black beanie slouch hat, tossing it down to the corner of the ring, before removing his black leather cut and black leather jacket ensemble. He hangs it over the top rope, allowing it to drape gracefully to the outside. One thing's for sure: he's now ready for a fight.

[Moveset/Arsenal]

Fighting Style: Hybrid fighter; strong-style striking, combined with solid technical submission wrestling and explosive power moves.

In-Ring Strengths:
- He's wonderfully cerebral and treats wrestling like a game of chess, always strategising and staying several moves ahead of his opponent. He aims to beat his opponent psychologically during the build up.
- He's an all-rounder, with powerful attacks and strikes, combined with solid submission game.
- His long limbs make him a perfect striker, with great reach advantages when it comes to landing shots from a safe distance.

In-Ring Weakness:
- He's stubborn and will risk injury before fighting another day.
- He's still fairly inexperienced, so while he's good, he'll find it tougher against veterans.
- While his long limbs work in his favour in certain situations, it leaves him prone to submission attacks from a skilled adversary.

Favorite Match Type: Submission Matches

Favorite Weapon: Steel Chain

Common Moves:

[1] Discus Clothesline
[2] Knife-Edge Chops
[3] Tree of Woe
[4] Belly-to-Belly Suplex
[5] Fisherman's Suplex
[6] Alabama Slam
[7] Kicks to Chest
[8] Running Forearm Smash
[9] Three Amigos (Triple Vertical Suplex)
[10] Fujiwara Armbar
[11] Swinging Neckbreaker
[12] Fallaway Slam
[13] Shoulder Tackle (Sometimes Slingshot)
[14] Explosive Spine Buster
[15] Cobra Clutch
[16] Full Nelson Bomb

Signature Moves:

1. Third Eye Breaker Jumping Spike Piledriver
2. Final Breath Spear into Cornered Opponent (Leads to either of the finishers)

Finisher(s):

1. Zero Tolerance Last Ride Powerbomb transitioning into a Boston Crab
2. Down to Earth Top Rope Sit-Out Powerbomb

In-Ring Attire:
- He wears a white wife beater, black denim jeans and black wrestling boots - simple as that. He also comes to the ring with a black leather jacket with black leather cut over it and a black slouchie beanie hat, however he removes these items before the bell sounds.

Sample Roleplay:

FADE IN:

INT. MASTER BEDROOM – FAMILY HOME – UNDISCLOSED LOCATION – OCTOBER 2011 – NIGHT.

The clinical décor of this large bedroom suggests a minimalist theme, with white walls, modern furniture comprised of a king-size bed, vanity dresser, two cream, leather upholstered chairs and a glass coffee table positioned in front of French Maison balcony doors.

A beautiful woman – long, blonde hair, white satin night gown, piercing blue eyes, youthful complexion – spreads herself delicately across the bed, scribbling her innermost secrets into a black diary, pausing every so often to give thought and consideration to her sentences.

SOLOMON SHEA enters the room; his hair tied back in a messy – yet stylish – bun, white collar shirt on, black tie hanging loosely from his neck, black suit pants completing his ensemble.

He looks altogether different from the man we know in 2016. He nurses a crystal glass containing Scotch, admiring the woman on the bed.

SOLOMON
(Smiling thoughtfully)
Still writing? This must be juicy.

The woman returns the smile, shaking her head a little.

WOMAN
Must be. I guess you’ll never know.

Her tone is playful and Solomon detects this. He rests his Scotch on the vanity dresser and approaches the bed, joining the lady.

SOLOMON
Is that so?

WOMAN
Mhmm.

SOLOMON
C’mon… show me.

Shea walks his index and middle fingers up the woman’s bare arm, attempting to seduce her into sharing. She smiles, biting her bottom lip.

WOMAN
(Gentle tone)
No, it’s private.

SOLOMON
(Smiling and leaning closer)
I thought this was a house without
secrets? Hmm?

WOMAN
Some things are just meant to be between
a girl and her diary.

He’s positioned himself close enough for the tip of their noses to connect.

SOLOMON
Oh yeah? Well, I say let me in.

WOMAN
(Whispering)
You’re already invol --

Solomon plants a sensual kiss on the full lips of this mysterious woman, preventing her from finishing her sentence. The couple share an intimate moment; their breathing and tongues finding a rhythmic harmony together.

Shea begins to tease the night gown shoulder straps down, much to the woman’s excitement.

INFANT VOICE (O.S)
(Distressed tone)
Mommy? Daddy? I’m scared.

The unexpected interruption is an instant mood killer, but all the couple can do is sigh and laugh about it.

SOLOMON
Typical.

WOMAN
(Chuckling)
I’ll go.

SOLOMON
No, I’ve got it. You stay here. I’m not
finished with you.

He plants another soft kiss on her lips before leaving the bed and heading for the hallway.

SOLOMON
(Shouting out)
I’m coming, son.

The woman watches Solomon leave the room, admiring him with an expression of sheer contentment.

CUT TO:

INT. SON’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS.

SOLOMON enters the room. It’s dark, which prompts him to glance over at the night light. He tinkers with the switch, attempting to turn it on and off, but nothing registers.

SOLOMON
(Quietly)
Sorry, kiddo; looks like the light has
blown.

CHILD (O.S)
I’m scared. I don’t like the dark.

Shea heads towards his young son’s bed, unable to see much from the darkness. He fumbles around, stepping on toys and stumbling over various items of furniture, clumsily heading for a lamp.

SOLOMON
(Calmly)
There’s nothing to be scared of, little
buddy. See?

He successfully reaches the lamp and switches it on, shedding light on the room. Among what looks like a toy-explosion on the floor, sits a single bed. A small lump hides underneath a blue duvet; a fearful voice emanating from beneath it.

INFANT VOICE
The monsters come out when it’s dark.

SOLOMON
(Dismissively)
There’s no such thing as monsters, buddy.
It’s all make-believe.

INFANT VOICE
Will you check for me?

Solomon pauses, smiling at the innocence of his young son hiding under his blankets.

SOLOMON
Of course I will.

INFANT VOICE
Under the bed. That’s where they hide.

Shea heaves a sigh and, with all the grace of a stuck pig, gets down on his knees, crawling through the colorful debris of lego blocks towards the bed.

SOLOMON
See? There’s noth…

Solomon stops, shocked by what he sees staring back at him.

It’s a young child. His son. He looks cold and grey.

Trembling, quivering, terrified. He’s under the bed, staring wildly – in terror – towards his daddy. Solomon’s eyes grow wide with fear.

SON
(Whispered, trembling mutter)
Daddy… There’s someone in my bed…

Solomon pauses for a split second, before slowly rising up, his eyes approaching closer to the lump underneath the duvet with every passing second.

Then he gets there. The duvet lunges at him and the woman in the master bedroom screams in terror.

SMASH CUT:

INT. PADDED CELL – PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY – CONTINUOUS.

The screaming bleeds in from the woman’s to SOLOMON SHEA’S own terrified roar, a close up of his face greeting us suddenly. He’s sweating profusely and his eyes are wide; his pupils dilated.

He heaves aggressively, trying desperately to catch his breath. The modern décor of the house he occupied is gone. While the white walls remain, they’re now padded and far closer together, creating a much smaller space.

A large mirror is positioned in front of Shea, built into the wall, enabling him to see his own reflection.

SOLOMON
(Screaming)
Where are they?! What have you done
with them?!

He stands up, rising from his uncomfortable single bed.

CUT TO:

INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY – CONTINUOUS.

Two psychologists stand side-by-side, watching Solomon pace back and forth in his room. They observe from behind the glass mirror, noting his behavioral patterns down with messy scribbles.

SOLOMON (O.S)
(Screaming)
Where’s my son?! Let me see my son!

The female psychologist – brunette, mid-40’s, slim, attractive, white lab coat over a blouse and skirt – makes a note of this.

FEMALE
Why is he asking about his son? Does this
man have children?

Her colleague – male, late 50’s, bald, glasses, white lab coat – shakes his head.

MALE
That’s a negative, Doc. No kids, no spouse,
no siblings. He’s a loner.

Solomon can be seen from the mirror charging violently at the walls, desperately trying to break free. The thumping sounds of the collisions reverberate into the observation room.

FEMALE
Is this something he does regularly?

MALE
(Shrugging dismissively)
On occasion. It’s been happening more
frequently recently though. This is the
third time this week. He just wakes up,
freaks out and demands to see his son.

SOLOMON
(Banging on mirror, staring through)
You’re the monsters, not me! You can’t
keep me away from him!

While Shea cannot see the doctors through the mirror, given the technology behind it, his eyes happen to rest on the female psychologist, which unnerves her a little.

MALE
(Chuckling)
Creepy when they do that, huh?

The female says nothing, instead focusing on the sadness in Solomon’s eyes.

SOLOMON
(Emotional)
Please… Don’t keep him from me. Please…

The professionals watch on as he breaks down, weeping uncontrollably.

CUT TO:

INT. THE HOUSE – BATON ROUGE, LOUISIANA – MONDAY, AUGUST 1ST, 2016 – NIGHT.

SOLOMON SHEA stands in the corner of the dreary living room, dressed as Alice in Wonderland. Despite his quirky attire, he wears an expression of deep contemplation; staring down at the item in his hands: a white medical wrist band with his name written on it. The blue ink is faded, but his memories of his time there certainly aren’t.

In the background, SERENA and SILVANA sit on the battered old sofa, talking between themselves. In front of them, to the left of Solomon, sits the old Hitachi television set. Wires protrude from the back of the box, connecting it to a laptop featuring Bryan Williams’ latest promotional video on screen. It’s concluded, leaving only a static image of the fighter’s face staring into the room at the girls.

SERENA
(puzzled tone)
I still don’t get it.

SILVANA
He’s saying he doesn’t fear us.

SERENA
(shaking her head)
Yeah, I understood that part. I
don’t mean that.

SILVANA
Which part confuses you?

SERENA
He’s talking about all the things
he’ll do to Daddy Bear, but how does
he know? He has no idea who he’s
facing or what he’s up against – only
what he’s made up in his own little head.

SILVANA
Why are you surprised by this? He’s a
sheep. It’s what they do.

SERENA
I’m not surprised. I’m just confused.
How does he know? How can he know?

Before Silvana can offer a response – something she was struggling to argue against anyway – Solomon’s menacing chuckle interrupts them. He turns and gracefully lowers himself to a cross-legged position on the floor beside the laptop, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

SOLOMON
He can’t, sister – and that’s the point.

The girls turn their full attention to Shea, who lifts the laptop to navigate the browser.

SOLOMON (Cont’d)
(Watching the laptop screen)
Mr. Williams is treading water right now,
breathing heavily, struggling to stay afloat.
Trouble is, our dear friend Bryan is both
ignorant and arrogant, as we’ve already
discussed. He’s too proud to admit that
he’s out of his depths in this battle, so
when it comes to time to see if he’s alright,
he insists he’s fine and that everything is
under his control. Meanwhile, lurking under
the water is an unknown entity – a bloodthirsty
shark just waiting to pounce. I know it and
he knows it, but he can’t be seen to show it
to anyone else. So, what it all amounts to is
empty, hollow reassurance from a man who has
no idea what he’s dealing with.

Serena looks encapsulated by Solomon, hanging on every word, worshipping him. Silvana, however, is a little harder to read – although just as enamored by him.

SOLOMON (Cont’d)
You see, sisters; I don’t hide from who – or
what – I am. I own the fact that I’m a little
to the left of ‘normal’. And sure, I may be
perceived as some ten-a-penny radical who
shouldn’t be taken seriously, but more fool
them. I’ve been plagued by the system before
and know things for what they are. I know a
liar when I see one, my darlings; and Bryan
Williams is a Grade-A Pinocchio.

The oddity searches through his browser for specific content; his scrolling visible on the television screen.

SOLOMON (Cont’d)
Throughout his career, this man has lied to
the world, politicking for his cause; telling
people things that simply weren’t true – and
all because he had to bury his terror. He had
to mask that fear. I can smell it.

Solomon presses “play” on a video he’s opened.

CUT TO:

TELEVISION SCREEN – EDWARDIAN SUITE, PLAZA HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY, FEBRUARY 14, 2016.

Bryan Williams sits in his lavishly decorated suite, addressing the camera during a promotional video.

SOLOMON (O.S)
Listen to the lies he told before facing
Jair Hopkins…

Williams clears his throat and continues.

BRYAN
I called you the heart of 4CW for a reason,
Hopkins. At Adrenaline I plan on ripping that
heart out, and holding it up for everyone to
see. A message for all, this year belongs to
Bryan Williams. 2016 is the year I escape from
being a tag team guy and make my presence felt
all over 4CW.

SOLOMON (O.S)
Lies, lies, lies, my sisters. He didn’t beat
Jair Hopkins; he didn’t make his presence felt
across 4CW – he walked out that night; and he
hasn’t escaped from being a “tag team guy”, in
fact, he’s returned and thrown himself into a
tag team tournament.

BRYAN
Sure, Aidan and I have made one hell of a team,
and I found success in tag teams. But what defines
a man isn’t about what he does with someone else,
it’s about what he does by himself.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM – THE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS.

Solomon grins at his sisters, who watch on with both amusement and awe.

SOLOMON
(Chuckling)
And what Mr. Williams does by himself,
particularly where Four Corners is concerned,
is lose as many singles fights as he wins
– four and four – and then walks away when
the going gets tough. That’s who Bryan
Williams is, girls. Now tell me, does that
sound like a man whose going to overcome
our threat?

Both Serena and Silvana shake their heads, too ensconced in this make-shift sermon to offer a verbal response.

CUT TO:

TELEVISION SCREEN – CONTINUOUS.

Bryan Williams is on screen once more, delivering another diatribe to the camera.

SOLOMON (O.S)
Listen to his lies in this piece against
Tony Savage.

BRYAN
You're coming up against a leviathan, rising
out of the ocean ready to devour everyone in
its path. This isn't a myth, Tony. Look into
my eyes and you'll see the truth, I'm here and
I'm not willing to play around. I come to win.

Shea pauses the video feed, leaving the static image of Bryan Williams front and centre as the main focus.

SOLOMON (O.S)
Look into his eyes and you’ll see the truth?
Oh contraire, mes amis. I look into his eyes
and I see a fearful man, filled with uncertainty
and doubt. I hear the tone of a man who just
says things because it’s the status quo. He
says what he feels he’s supposed to say, without
a care if there’s any basis of truth to it.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM – THE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS.

The ‘Head Sister’ pauses and examines his girls, studying them carefully. They eat up every single word because they’re supported by evidence.

SOLOMON
(Grinning)
How do I know this? Tony Savage beat him in
that battle. Forget the circumstances surrounding
the defeat; sure, Savage had assistance – a
fact I’m certain our friend, Mr. Williams,
would be quick to point out. He’d do so, however,
overlooking the fact that you girls are at
ringside.

Solomon chuckles once more, his sinister laugh echoing through the house. He navigates to another video.

CUT TO:

TELEVISION SCREEN – CONTINUOUS.

Bryan Williams appears once more, sitting in front of a camera to deliver another one of his monologues – this time to Amber Ryan.

BRYAN
I will be the first to tell you, you’ve gotten
in way over your head this time. Like bringing
a knife to a gunfight, a pen to a test. You are
simply outclassed here, Amber.

SOLOMON (O.S)
(Laughing)
Listen to him! When he runs out of original lies
to spout, he just quotes song lyrics. The man is
a fool and Amber Ryan showcased that reality when
she destroyed him.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM – THE HOUSE – CONTINUOUS.

Solomon returns the laptop to the carpeted ground, having made his point adequately.

SOLOMON
And the lies continued this week, my sisters.
Will Bryan Williams do all the things he claims
he’s going to do to me? Of course not. Sure,
he’ll try – but he’s stepping into the ring with
someone he knows nothing about. He cannot
comprehend the threat I pose. He cannot
comprehend the threat you two pose. He cannot
comprehend the abilities and capabilities that
I possess. So while he’s fumbling around in
the dark, I basque in the light, fully aware
of his style; fully aware of his capabilities
and fully aware of the tools required to beat
him.

Shea stands up, towering over the seated sisters – symbolic of dominance.

SOLOMON
Like I said, girls. Mr. Williams is saving face
by hiding his inadequacies behind a mask. When
he steps into the ring with me on August 10th,
I’ll rip it off and expose him for what he
truly is…

The fighter turns his attention back to his medical wrist band, fiddling with it between his fingers.

SOLOMON (Cont’d)
(Softly)
A lost boy.

END.

Gunnar Kincaid

Post by Gunnar Kincaid on Aug 11, 2016 22:41:07 GMT

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