Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 1:21:11 GMT
[Handler Information]
Age: (How old are you?)
Years of Fed Experience:
Contact Info: (Email, AIM, Yahoo, Skype, etc. How can we talk?)
[Character Personal Information]
Real Name: Joseph MichaelsD.O.B.: August 16th, 1964
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Pic Base: Sam Elliot
Twitter: Non-Applicable
[Character In-Ring Information]
Ring Name: Tapioca JoeHails From: (Denver, Colorado
Height: 6'4
Weight: 216 lbs
Alignment: Face (but will fight fire with fire)
Trained By:
Character Biography: Joe has competed in various indy organizations in his long history of wrestling. Now, his toughest test has come in the form of Pure Amusement Wrestling. During a multi-year hiatus that he decided to take in order to spend time with his family and loved ones, he has adapted to a more technical style, combined with Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Kickboxing, and his aggressiveness contributed by his anger that he is able to control, while retaining his showman style to get the crowd pumped up. One question remains in his mind...can he finally attain what he has dreamed about since starting his career years ago: becoming a World Champion?
Career History: (Win/Loss Record, and a few paragraphs outlining where your character's been. Notable feuds, or impactful moments preferred.)
Gimmick: Aged veteran from the territorial days looking to prove he can still go with the younger generation of wrestlers. He has always been haunted by his "failure" to achieve World Heavyweight Championship status with whatever companies higher ups although he has always been extremely over with the fans.
Entrance Music: 'Princes of the Universe' by Queen
Entrance Description: A pair of bright, golden lights flash across existence as Queen's "Princes of the Universe" sounds out across the arena. At the :15 mark, the lights fall on the center of the platform, where Tapicoa Joe stands still and prepared, wearing his trademark black wrestling pants. At the :27 mark, he turns around toward the ring and raises his arms, cueing a display of brilliant, showering golden fireworks shooting wonderfully up from the side of the ramp. He stands and looks around coolly as cheers from the diehard wrestling fans who recognize who he is rain down upon him from all sides, until the :45 mark, when he begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping a couple of hands on the way down the ramp. At the 1:11 mark, Joe removes his jacket and tosses it calmly down onto the floor. He ascends the steps of the ring and enters it.
[Moveset/Arsenal]
Fighting Style: Old school catch as catch canIn-Ring Strengths: Veteran - There isn't one thing he hasn't already seen happen.
In-Ring Weakness: Veteran - Because of having seen everything happen in the sport will sometimes over calculate an opponent or situation in the ring.
Favorite Match Type: Submission
Favorite Weapon: None
Common Moves:
[1]Figure Four leglock
[2]Release German suplex
[3]Sleeper submission
[4]Crossface chickwing
[5]Bridged German suplex
[6]Basic "rest" hold (chinlock, armbars, etc)
[7]Half crab
[8]Sharpshooter
[9]Bow and Arrow
[10]
Signature Moves:
1. Slingshot brainbuster
2. Stalling butterfly suplex
3. Olympic Slam
Finisher(s):
1. Koji clutch
2. Gotch Driver Cradle piledriver
In-Ring Attire: Black wrestling tights with red and gold trim. Black wrestling boots. Nothing on the arms.
Sample Roleplay:
Sitting inside a gazebo to protect himself from the light sprinkle of rain that has begun in Atlanta, Tapioca Joe, cellphone to his ear, takes a swig from the flask in his other hand.
"Pick up the goddamn phone, Nathaniel."
The Trouble Trax trainer wouldn't have normally been drinking at this time of day, especially during working hours but the news he received played heavy on his mind. He had heard the rumors, but after being in this business for as long as he had, he knew better to believe the dirtsheets. Especially THIS rumor.
Tap took another swig and tensed his face at the potency of the drink that he had swallowed.
"When is the fucking voicemail going to kick in?!"
But once the new names of Trouble Trax signees arrived in his inbox, Tap all but knew Hell of Earth was about to ensue. Clearly someone that hadn't been privy to the company back in 2001 was doing the recruiting/signing these days. Even though Tap wasn't with GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 at the time, he had heard about the confrontation moments before Heatwave I went on the air. He knew had to let his old friend know what was on its way. Tap's own experience with the oncoming menace was one memory that he barely visited in his mind.
The voicemail finally kicked in and the "beep" was heard.
"Goddamn, Nathaniel, you really need to set your voicemail to start after five fucking rings. Anyway, don't know if you heard but a horrible blast from the past has just crawled from underneath a big ass rock. Found out Hank Hennessy better known as Big Meat has been assigned to the Trax. He's on his way to Japan for a dark match at Honorbound. Give me a call when you get this."
Ending the call, Tap stands and takes a swig from the flask. He could only hope that Big Meat had changed his ways. He could only hope that Big Meat had forgotten the back taxes owed him.