NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I know I haven't been on this forum for a while now... but I got this great idea.

Amerigo International has decided to bring you back Wrestling. And not the kind of wrestling thats real. But the glories of fun and exciting fake wrestling as it was years before. The wrestling where all participants wore colorful costume and had names like "Glacier" and "Gravedigger"... a time when you could still tell two wrestlers apart by the absurdity of their enterance and costumes.

Now Amerigo International brings you Wrestlanity... The Wrestling thats fake but fun! Where participants where outragous costumes and the outcomes of the fight are scripted by producers! However, its time to erase the boundries of culture and tradition and make this thing INTERNATIONAL.

Sign up your wrestler today!

Wrestler's Real Name
Wrestler's Nickname
Weight
Height
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname
Description of Costume
Good/Evil/Wildcard (fine never mind cause nobody likes to lose)
Federation Name (it is encouraged that different countries join to gether to create federations for some wacky chair banging sneak attacks and tag team action)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

OOC: This is how it will work... There will be a match... And the two participants will RP it... (at least a little bit) I will flip a coin for who is supposed to be the winner... and you RP how the loser loses and how the winner wins it. No prior knowledge of fake wrestling is needed... I only watched it intesnely when I was about 9 or 10 and I have forgotten almost all of it...

Here is an example:

Wrestler's Real NameMark Bobson
Wrestler's NicknameZe Green Baron
Weight 255lbs
Height 5'8
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his NicknameA high flying ace from World War I got teleported into the future to wreak horrible revenge onto the creators of the time machine's descendents who turned out to be wrestlers! He will get his vengence in the ring.
Description of Costume He is dressed in the height of World War I German flying aces fashion. And underneath he is in a tight spandex wrestling suit that has a picture of a biplane on it.
Good/Evil/Wildcard Bad Guy
Federation Name Free Agent
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10) The Spitfire-- He picks up the opponent by wrapping his arms around the shoulders and awkwardly flips them.
The Flying Barrage-- He gets up onto the corner post and jumps onto the knocked down opponent arms spread open like a bird.

Here is our wrestler


Wrestler's Real Name-John Delungor
Wrestler's Nickname-Retired Militant Man
Weight-823 lbs
Height-6' 9
Bio-He is a retired militanat as you can obviusly see.His weight makes him very scary in the ring.
Description of Costume-Flak vest no shirt, military pants and boots
Good/Evil/Wildcard-This guy is definately a wild card
Federation Name -None,trying to make one.
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description-Butt Bash-HIts the person with the butt of the gun.
Finish off-drops a fake edible grenade down someones mouth that has pop rocks in it and pours coke into his mouth.(You know the effects of pop rocks and coke mixed together)

OOC: Great idea. We need more threads like this

Real Name: Satan Smith
Nickname: President Satan
Weight: 250 ibs.
Height: 5'9"
Bio: He got his nickname as President Satan because his first name(legally changed from "Joseph" to "Satan") is Satan and before his name change he had a short political career and was even elected mayor of a small suburb in Arizona.
Description of Costume: Pants, Tie, and Jacket all shiny red, with a Satan horn hat and red loafers.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: Hellfire
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description:

The Lockbox-grabs his opponent by the lower jaw and kicks up through it with his loafers.

The Campaign Trail-with his opponent laying belly down on the mat, he grabs his opponent around the neck(headlock) and jumps backward(kind of like a half backflip), in a motion that appears to maybe break his opponent's spine.

Satan Foreign Policy-Climbs the turnbuckle, and jumps off toward his opponent. He jumps over his(standing) opponent's head and kicks out into his head towards the turnbuckle. With luck, his opponent will hit the turnbuckle hard and flip over out of the ring into "foreign" territory.

OOC: ... Interesting concept. I'm game.

IC:
Real Name: Marvin Kushveryxzminayovski
Nickname: Pyro
Weight: 337 lbs
Height: 6'8"
Bio: A physically imposing man, Pyro always manages to sneak some sort of flamable object into the ring... or make one out of objects in the area. Tormented as a child, he found this his one outlet for his rage and anger... well, his legal outlet, of course...
He enjoys fire.
Description of Costume: A head-to-toe black cloak, complete with wrought iron mask o' death. He often hides things in the folds of his cloak.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: HellFire
Trademark Moves:

Grab Bag- At any time during the fight, Pyro pulls things out of the folds of his cloak...

Sharing Isn't Caring- Pyro will rip off his heavy metal mask and procede to pound the bejeezus outta his opponent.

Retribution- When the opponent punches, Pyro will grab his arm, throwing him into the ropes/turnbuckle. If he hits the ropes, Pyro will spin around and make his head collide with his fist...

President Satan stepped into Pyro's dressing room.

"So I here you have a federation called Hellfire."

"Yes, I do," was the reply from the iron mask, in a thick Polish accent.

The two got to talking, and by the time President Satan walked out of the room he was a member of the federation Hellfire.

OOC: In case anyone's interested, I did ok this with Obscure Nation.

OOC: YOu can enter as many wrestlers as you want by the way... there is no limit.

Wrestler's Real Name: Dave Bivens
Wrestler's Nickname: Demonsbane
Weight: 225
Height: 6'1"
Bio: Amazed by stories of hell, Demonsbane sold his soul in exchange for incredible powers. His mission: conquer the ring for his master.
Description of Costume: Looks alot like Dante from DMC
Good/Evil/Wildcard: More wildcard, but definately not good
Federation Name: None yet...
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10):

Air Raid: Demonsbane tosses his opponent into the air, kicking him on the way down.

Shadowwalk: Demonsbane jumps off the turnbuckle and pretends like he is running until colliding with his opponent

Scorpion Kick: Demonsbane brings his boot up from behind to kick his opponent in the face

(More coming...not feeling quite creative right now)

BuMp. oOo0o_1

Bump for more participants in wrestling that's fun but fake!

OOC: Maybe if I make up another wrestler is will encourage more people to sign up

Wrestler's Real NameGreg Powlanski
Wrestler's Nickname Smog
Weight 329 lbs
Height 5'4
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname A peaceful anti-pollution protestors is mutated by the evils of smog and pollution. He takes his protest to the ring and it ain't peaceful anymore!
Description of Costume He is dressed in a grey cape with a black mask.
Good/Evil/Wildcard Good Guy
Federation Name Free Agent
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10) Global Warming ---He picks up his opponent y wrapping his left hand around the opponents knew and the other around the torso and lifts the opponent up and drops him.

Captain Planet --He bounces back from the ropes and head butts the opponent then flips him.

The Evil Beurocrat Politicain Slayer --He gets up on the pole and jumps backwards (slightly slanted so that his right elbow may look like it hits the opponent) onto his opponent.

Industrial Waste ---He picks up his opponent by the behind the knees and tosses him forward.

Hmmm....that makes six wrestlers. I think I'll make another.

Wrestler's Real Name: Horace Gump
Wrestler's Nickname: Wonderweiner
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 199
Fake Bio: Was almost choked by a hot dog in junior high. That is when he discovered the power of weiners.
Description of costume: Skintight plain black bodysuit, with the sleeves of the arms and legs being weiners with buns.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Good guy
Federation Name: N/A
Crazy Trademark Moves:

-Sausage Slam: With his opponent lying down, he climbs the turnbuckle and jumps at his oppont. He then curls into a ball so that the hot dogs on his costume are exposed face down and slams into his opponent with them.

-Ketchup and Mustard: He bounces the opponents head between his forearms(hot dogs) until his opponent can get out of the move.

Wrestler's Real Name Unknown (Tom Montoya)
Wrestler's Nickname El Chupacabra
Weight 231 lbs
Height 6'3
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname No one knows the true name of the fearsome warrior who calls himself El Chupacabra, nor how he came by the magic mask that gives him his powers. All that is known is that in times of trouble, this glorious soldier of light appears to right wrongs and punish evildoers!
Description of Costume A red-and-white luchador mask, white tights with red stars, and a white cape with red lining.
Good/Evil/Wildcard Good
Federation Name None yet
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description
Flying Head-Scissors
El Chupacabra gets a running start and jumps as if to kick at his opponent with both feet, but instead wraps his legs around his opponent's neck and twists his body to throw him to the ground.
Flying Monkey Death Leap
El Chupacabra leaps off the turnbuckle at a standing opponant, rolling in the air to kick him with both feet.
The Righteous Piledriver of Justice
Just a normal piledriver, except somehow more righteous... And with justice!

Wrestler's Real Name:Morty Mortly
Wrestler's Nickname:Morty the Monkey
Weight:230 pounds
Height:6 feet
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname:He was trained, evitenty, by a crazed man who thought he was a monkey. Morty exels in monkey like moves, as well as the French Savante fighting style.
Description of Costume:Yellow Full-Body Suit with Black Stripes
Federation Name:None
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description
1. Monkey slayer-does a high jump kick to opponents face, hitting both the eyes and throat.
2. Deadly Break Dance of Deadly-ness-Gets jiggy with it and kicks the opponent while break dancing. Extremly fast and dangerous.
3. Mr. Anderson-Choke slams opponent into the ropes then connects with a dozen jabs in the face and chest.
4. Trebuchay-Graps opponents arms and flings him between the ropes, then proceeds to dance on his chest.
5. Mega-Monkey-Jumps from the ropes and puts legs around opponents throat and twists.

Smog wishes to form a Federation of good (name to be discussed with those interested) to, in the future, combat the evil Federation Hellfire.

Morty would be interested in joining.....

Morty would be interested in joining.....
"Excellent," the Smog exclaims, "Our Federation shall be named PPO (The Pure People's Order) and our goal is to fight 'evile' in the ring!"

Wonderweiner would like to apply to the PPO.

Meanwhile....

"WHAT??"

"They're forming a federation of good to combat our federation of evil. We need to recruit!"

"Hrumph. See if you can get that hell guy."

"Demonsbane?"

"yes, get Demonsbane to join our federation."

"Alrighty then."

And so, President Satan wired Demonsbane a message.

"The forces of light are converging, and trying to make a company that will push back badness. Join our federation, Hellfire, Demonsbane. To bring about a darker day to the world of Wrestlanity! The other federation is called The Pure People's Order. You don't want to be classified as pure, do you? Of course, we fully respect your decision if you would like to remain a free agent but please...give it some thought.
-President S."

Wonderweiner would like to apply to the PPO.

Meanwhile....

"WHAT??"

"They're forming a federation of good to combat our federation of evil. We need to recruit!"

"Hrumph. See if you can get that hell guy."

"Demonsbane?"

"yes, get Demonsbane to join our federation."

"Alrighty then."

And so, President Satan wired Demonsbane a message.

"The forces of light are converging, and trying to make a company that will push back badness. Join our federation, Hellfire, Demonsbane. To bring about a darker day to the world of Wrestlanity! The other federation is called The Pure People's Order. You don't want to be classified as pure, do you? Of course, we fully respect your decision if you would like to remain a free agent but please...give it some thought.
-President S."
"The Smog accepts Wonderweiner as The Smog sympathizes for Wonderweiner and The Smog got their super power in almost the same way.

The Smog was mutated by smog and other "evile" pollution, while Wonderweiner was mutated by Hot Dogs and other industrial waste.

However, a new rule for this federation is that all participants must refer to themselves in the third person. The Smog thinks it will make PPO more popular.

Sincerely,
The Smog"

Obscure Nation shall create yet another wrestler to combat the forces of good! Obscure Nation thinks that Ravea's character should have a special move in which he flings his own poo at opponents.

Real Name: Hans Wradder
Nickname: Wraith
Weight: 225
Height: 6' 2"
Fake Bio: Hans was gambling in the street one day when the police busted him... litterally. He resisted, so, naturally, they beat him to death. He now seeks vengeance on all those who uphold "the law"... From beyond the grave!
Description of Costume: Tight-fitting black robe, black hood/cape.
Federation Name: HellFire
Good/Evil/Wildcard: EVIL
Signature Moves:

Phase Through: He seemingly instantly transports from in front of his opponent to right behind them. He never reveals how he can do this.

6 Feet Under: He knees his opponent in the back, jumping up and bring his other foot up in a swift kick to their crotch...

Death From Above: He climbs the turnbuckle, then leaps, grabbing his opponent by the throat and slamming their head into the floor.

Phase Through: He seemingly instantly transports from in front of his opponent to right behind them. He never reveals how he can do this.


OOC: And he also causes the lights to go out during that move... eh? also mysteriously... heheheh

Smog,

El Chupacaba would also like very much to join your crusade against the evil of this world, my tiny jefe! On your command, I will unleash a torrent of righteous rage against our enemies and bestow upon them a beating that burns like justice! Let wicked men tremble at the approach of El Chupacabra and the Pure People's Order! Enough talk! Now we grapple!

Sincerely,
El Chupacabra

"El Chupa... El Chupacaba... er... Friend

You are hearby accepted into the PPO by the Smog.
Sincerely,
The Smog"

Wrestler's Real Name: John Smith
Wrestler's Nickname: Bloodlust
Weight: 210lbs
Height: 5 feet
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: Little is known about the mysterious john smith. All that is known for certain is his lust for blood knows no bounds.
Description of Costume: Tight, blood red pants. Red, spiked hair. Red contacts. Fangs
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

Blood Sucker: Runs around behind opponent and jumps on his back, wrapping his legs around the opponents waist and arms around his chest pinning his arms. He then bites into his opponents neck an "drinks their blood"

The Choker: Spins around on the ropes and latches on to opponents head with his feet, smashes opponents neck into the rope before flipping them out of the ring





Wrestler's Real Name: *unknown* (Daniel Frotten)
Wrestler's Nickname: The Wolf
Weight: 275lbs
Height: 4feet 9inches
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: The wolf got his name through the animalistic tactics with wich he fights, scratching his opponents with his long nails and sometimes gouging large chunks of flesh from them
Description of Costume: Black speedo-thingy, lots of body hair (real?), red contacts, clawlike hands.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

The Hapless Victim: When his opponent is lying n his back, the wolf brings his claws sweeping down on their chest, leaving large scratchmarks. He then plunges his claws into the opponents chest. (not used very often, extremely illegal)

Predator and Prey: The wolf runs on all fours very quickley around the ring several times befor leaping onto the top rope and jumping off it towards his opponent, standing center ring, delivering a powerful spinning headbut to the stomache.






Wrestler's Real Name: Jimmy Hoffa (no relation)
Wrestler's Nickname: Nightlord
Weight: 310lbs
Height: 5feet 7inches
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: The reason jimmy was named the nightlord is simple: He is the leader of the group that calls itself the "Creatures of the night"
Description of Costume: Black shirt, black pants, black gloves, black hair, black boots, red contacts
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

Black of night: Jabs his thumbs into opponets eyes. (submission hold)

Moonlight: Lifts opponent by both hands from the neck and throws them down, going down with them and continuing to choke.

Starlight: Does a series of jabs to the opponents face (left, right, left, right, etc) then an uppercut to the stomach.



there's my first group... I may make another. Got an idea already.

"El Chupa... El Chupacaba... er... Friend

You are hearby accepted into the PPO by the Smog.
Sincerely,
The Smog"

Why thank you, my tiny jefe! I shall bring honour to the name of the Pure People's Order! Let the villains tremble in their puny little stockings at the righteous sound of our manly footsteps! For great justice!

Sincerely,
El Chupacabra

Wrestler's Real Name: John Smith
Wrestler's Nickname: Bloodlust
Weight: 210lbs
Height: 5 feet
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: Little is known about the mysterious john smith. All that is known for certain is his lust for blood knows no bounds.
Description of Costume: Tight, blood red pants. Red, spiked hair. Red contacts. Fangs
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

Blood Sucker: Runs around behind opponent and jumps on his back, wrapping his legs around the opponents waist and arms around his chest pinning his arms. He then bites into his opponents neck an "drinks their blood"

The Choker: Spins around on the ropes and latches on to opponents head with his feet, smashes opponents neck into the rope before flipping them out of the ring





Wrestler's Real Name: *unknown* (Daniel Frotten)
Wrestler's Nickname: The Wolf
Weight: 275lbs
Height: 4feet 9inches
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: The wolf got his name through the animalistic tactics with wich he fights, scratching his opponents with his long nails and sometimes gouging large chunks of flesh from them
Description of Costume: Black speedo-thingy, lots of body hair (real?), red contacts, clawlike hands.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

The Hapless Victim: When his opponent is lying n his back, the wolf brings his claws sweeping down on their chest, leaving large scratchmarks. He then plunges his claws into the opponents chest. (not used very often, extremely illegal)

Predator and Prey: The wolf runs on all fours very quickley around the ring several times befor leaping onto the top rope and jumping off it towards his opponent, standing center ring, delivering a powerful spinning headbut to the stomache.






Wrestler's Real Name: Jimmy Hoffa (no relation)
Wrestler's Nickname: Nightlord
Weight: 310lbs
Height: 5feet 7inches
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: The reason jimmy was named the nightlord is simple: He is the leader of the group that calls itself the "Creatures of the night"
Description of Costume: Black shirt, black pants, black gloves, black hair, black boots, red contacts
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Wildcard
Federation Name: COTN (creatures of the night)
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)

Black of night: Jabs his thumbs into opponets eyes. (submission hold)

Moonlight: Lifts opponent by both hands from the neck and throws them down, going down with them and continuing to choke.

Starlight: Does a series of jabs to the opponents face (left, right, left, right, etc) then an uppercut to the stomach.



there's my first group... I may make another. Got an idea already.
I Ze Green Baron wish to join your Federation. I... am ze also a... creature of the night... for I fly under ze cover of darkness and ze boom das enemy!
--Ze Green Baron

Wrestler's Real Name: Felix Meadow
Wrestler's Nickname: Fat Cat
Weight: 150lbs
Height: 4'7"
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: Felix was the Operetta Culture Minister for fifteen years while running a hugely successful theatre company. He loves the performance aspect of wrestling and wrestles whenever the Board of Directors don't need him.
Description of Costume: Bright pink furry catsuit with cat ears and a tail.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Good
Federation Name: N/A
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)
Lashes:
Whips his opponent around the ankles with his tail to tangle them up.
Crie du Chat:
Runs around the ring making occasional screeching sounds to distract his opponent shortly before leaping onto their neck and riding them around the ring with his hands over their eyes.
Endorsement:
Pays Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta to fix the game. (Hey, it's good for the economy! ;))

Fat Cat: I say, I really think it would be a jolly good idea if I joined the Pure People's Order. Even if it does sound a little... left-wing. Would Smog accept my entry?

An excerpt that was found in President Satan's biography:

"What's with all these righteous wrestlers appearing on the circuit? Back in my day, fake wrestling was about revenge and beating up your opponent with a folding chair. Not spreading love or fighting pollution. I can't believe this is happening. BUT! I am not discouraged. I feel for some reason...optimistic. Fake Wrestling will see a brighter, faker, day. For Pete's sake, if you want to see pollution fighters and people in monkey suits, turn on teletubbies!
-President S."

Keep in mind, this was found in President Satan's diary, so no one else knows ICly about this message...unless of course it would benefit fake wrestling.

Wrestler's Real Name: Felix Meadow
Wrestler's Nickname: Fat Cat
Weight: 150lbs
Height: 4'7"
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: Felix was the Operetta Culture Minister for fifteen years while running a hugely successful theatre company. He loves the performance aspect of wrestling and wrestles whenever the Board of Directors don't need him.
Description of Costume: Bright pink furry catsuit with cat ears and a tail.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Good
Federation Name: N/A
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description (2-10)
Lashes:
Whips his opponent around the ankles with his tail to tangle them up.
Crie du Chat:
Runs around the ring making occasional screeching sounds to distract his opponent shortly before leaping onto their neck and riding them around the ring with his hands over their eyes.
Endorsement:
Pays Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta to fix the game. (Hey, it's good for the economy! ;))

Fat Cat: I say, I really think it would be a jolly good idea if I joined the Pure People's Order. Even if it does sound a little... left-wing. Would Smog accept my entry?
The Smog is wary for the Smog knows that you have been previously tangled up in the GOVERNMENT, which is inherently 'evile'. Recant your vow to the government and swear it to the PPO and I will consider it.

--The Smog.

Amerigo International Official Message

Recording: This is your personal Amerigan International representative, insert name here. Amerigo International cares and that is why it wants to provide you with superior service.

Gruff voice: Its time to set up a match. Since we're still lacking wrestlers, we'll just set up several open matches to open up the season. No tournament or anything at stake. Not yet anyways. I'll telegram the wrestelers that will participate and inform each of them who wins and who loses. Remember, no fancy stuff. If I say you lose, you lose or we terminate your contract so fast, your ass will fly out the door.

Recording: Remember Amerigo International cares.

OOC: RP the first match here. Who I said will lose, must lose. I will set up the setting either today or tommorrow. And you can begin once I post it.

And so, President Satan wired Demonsbane a message.

"The forces of light are converging, and trying to make a company that will push back badness. Join our federation, Hellfire, Demonsbane. To bring about a darker day to the world of Wrestlanity! The other federation is called The Pure People's Order. You don't want to be classified as pure, do you? Of course, we fully respect your decision if you would like to remain a free agent but please...give it some thought.
-President S."

"You see the distant flames, they bellow in the night. The cries of war are upon us. I shall raise arms against this Order of Pure People and destroy them...IN THE RING!"

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Demonsbane

Real Name: John Willham
Nickname: The Coyote
Weight: 230
Height: 6' 4"
Fake Bio: A police officer that decided to take the law into his own hand. Fired after killing a drug trafficer.
Description of Costume: Brown Suede jacket with a blue slik shirt and blue jeans.
Federation Name: International Police Officers Union
Good/Evil/Wildcard: GOOD
Signature Moves: Yippe- He hit his enemy with a baseball bat.
Dirty Fighter- He kicks the enemy in the lower regions

Real Name: Steve Hardson
Nickname: The Hawk
Weight: 215
Height: 5' 12"
Fake Bio: John's partner and loyal friend. One of the best shooters in Brydog.
Description of Costume: Black Trench coat with black jeans.
Federation Name: International Police Officers Union
Good/Evil/Wildcard: GOOD
Signature Moves: Grandmaster- does martial art take down and then kicks them. Armbreaker- twists enemy's arm until it breaks.

Disclaimer: Due to the fact that the cutting of flesh is so difficult to fake, it is encouraged that wrestlers do not make their special moves be anything that would "cause" bleeding.

I Ze Green Baron wish to join your Federation. I... am ze also a... creature of the night... for I fly under ze cover of darkness and ze boom das enemy!
--Ze Green Baron

After much consideration, ze green baron has been allowed into the COTN. But be warned, if you do anything to anger us, The wolf WILL eat you.

Wrestler's Real Name:Gory diablo
Wrestler's Nickname:El Atomic
Weight:199 pounds
Height 5'6
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname:Ben got hit by a nucleur bomb and survived
Description of Costume:Gold tights and a gold mask
Good/Evil/Wildcard:Evil
Federation Name:Hellfire
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description:Atomic slam he picks up his opponent puts him over his head and drops him whilst doing a mexican dance

"You see the distant flames, they bellow in the night. The cries of war are upon us. I shall raise arms against this Order of Pure People and destroy them...IN THE RING!"

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Demonsbane


<President Satan>

Erm, forgive me, but I don't know how to interpret your message. Are you accepting our invitation to become a member of Hellfire?

El Atomic, you are welcome to join our federation as long as you do not shame us.

"Good Evening, we are here at the National Amerigan Arena in the capital of Borleone waiting in anticipation for the first ever Amerigan International World Wide Wrestling Association (AIWWWA) match."

The camera moves around the stands which are packed with cheering fans. The camera pans around the audience for a couple of minutes and then zooms in on the center ring.

"The Arena is really packed, as you can see and... and yes! Special guest Brett Stiggs, a famous Amerigan Actor is going to announce the first ever AIWWWA match."

Stiggs: "I bring you to the center of all conflicts between man and machin... er man. The ring! Here, nothing remains but the thrill of the battle and the glory of victory! Now the rules are simple, no weapons whatsoever and no hitting the groin. Also no biting or scratching... Otherwise anything goes. I'm honored to announce today's referre, Jack Wilson, a well respected ref, who comes to us all the way from Thenta Isle! Now lets cut to the chase. In the red corner, a man of steel and iron, he fight for justice... WITH A VENGENCE! Let's hear it for the Irrepresible EL CHUPACABRA!

*cue dramatic enterance*
OOC: RP your enterance into the arena...

And in the blue corner, a real shadow of a man, a ghost of the past, a phantom of the ring, WRRRRRRRRRRRAITH!

*cue dramatic enterance*
OOC: RP your enterance too...


OOC: When both wrestlers have entered the ring... You can have the ref cue the fight without me and finish it as per telegrammed instructions.

Oh man, a Hellfire wrestler in the first bout...it's so exciting!

A strong, confident voice speaking softly accented words drifted across the arena as the lights dimmed slightly. As much as the fight itself, the spectacle of the entry, the long walk up to ringside was a part of the spectacle of professional wrestling, and this was no exception. "For great justice..." Just three words, but they seemed to hang in the air for a long second - One heartbeat, then another passing, and then... A screaming guitar chord and a bright flash as the spots placed to either side of the entry snapped on, then pivoted skywards. Throwing back his flowing cape, the masked luchador spread his arms wide, his head going back with a primal roar that, even unamplified, seemed to swell up to fill the arena. Dancing down the alleyway between the mobs of fans, he shook hands and played to the crowd, even kissing a young child on the forehead before proceeding up to the ring. Climbing up onto the turnbuckle, he spread his arms wide, accepting the chants of "Chupa, Chupa" from those members of the crowd who knew him from his DWF days. Leaping backwards off the turnbuckle in an amazing feat of athleticism, he flipped and did a handspring back to his feet.

<President Satan>
Erm, forgive me, but I don't know how to interpret your message. Are you accepting our invitation to become a member of Hellfire?

[OOC: yeah]

OOC: Where da frig is Obscure...

El Atomic walks out to the ring with a mike:Hey ezzay El Atomic issues a challenge to any goody two shoe who wants there ass kicked ill end there career .
So Amerigo give me a match but i dont want a normal match i want a table ladders and chairs match.
Drops the mike and leaves to a samba style music theme.

Oh why dont you make this a tag tlc match me and another Hellfire member vs two good guys. :headbang:

OOC: I was about to bring that up, I think Obscure is gone somewhere, for the whole weekend. His character could fall ill, right there on the stage, and another could take his place.

Steel Butterfly: Got it. yay!

OOC: I was about to bring that up, I think Obscure is gone somewhere, for the whole weekend. His character could fall ill, right there on the stage, and another could take his place.

Steel Butterfly: Got it. yay!
OOC: We'll wait.

The Smog is wary for the Smog knows that you have been previously tangled up in the GOVERNMENT, which is inherently 'evile'. Recant your vow to the government and swear it to the PPO and I will consider it.

--The Smog.

*sigh* I hereby recant my vow to the government and shall therefore not bribe Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta to fix any matches. I swear my allegiance to the PPO and only to the PPO! Hellfire, watch out. *hiss* Miaow!

--Fat Cat.

((OOC:... I'm am sorry for the wait. I was dragged out for a "vacation" against my will... This will begin... NOW.))

Suddenly, the lights fade. A thick fog rolls in over the ring, and a massive coffin is lowered in on chains from the ceiling. It bursts open, Wraith leaping from it. He lands in his corner, waving his cape with some flourish. Wraith grinned, and eyed his opponent. "By the end of this match, I won't be the only one who's dead..."

*sigh* I hereby recant my vow to the government and shall therefore not bribe Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta to fix any matches. I swear my allegiance to the PPO and only to the PPO! Hellfire, watch out. *hiss* Miaow!

--Fat Cat.
That is acceptable.
-----The Smog

Announcer: You know the rules... Now FIGHT!

Passing his cape off to his manager, the masked luchador turned about to face his opponent just in time for the referee to begin the fight. Dropping into a crouch, he began circling the Wraith, watching his every move. "Come, hombre... Come and let me kill you properly."

Wraith grinned. "I'm beyond death," Suddenly, the light flicker out, the arena decending into a pitch blackness. The lights jump back to life, revealing Wraith standing right behind The Goat Sucker. Violently grabbing his shoulders, Wraith knees him in the back, then leaps up, bringing his opposite foot up into the luchadora's crotch. He laughs as his opponent drops.
Wraith leaps up onto the turnbuckle, facing the crowd. "Am I not the Master of Darkness?! TELL ME! FEED THE VOID! FEED THE ABYSS!" Wraith begins to laugh maniacally, just as El Chupa Cabra rips him from the turnbuckle and slams him to the ground...

The luchador gasped for air as he knelt on the mat, trying to breathe despite the sudden shock to the crotch. He watched as the other wrestler climbed up on the turnbuckle to gloat... And it was then that he seized his opportunity. Rising up from the mat, he ripped him from the turnbuckle in time to silence him with a vicious body slam. Drawing himself to his feet, he dropped the People's Elbow on him before climbing up on the turnbuckle himself. Aerial moves were his specialty...

Wraith's eyes widened in terror as the Luchador dropped on him body slamming him into the mat. He gasped for air, hurling the wrestler off of him. Pulling himself to his feet, he wandered into the ropes, pulling himself back and then letting go.
Wraith shot across the floor, clotheslining his opponent. But his opponent did a sweepkick from the floor, sending him spread eagle on the mat. Clutching his legs close to his chest, Wraith kicked up and out, throwing his body up and kicking the Luchadora as he was begining to stand. His feet made contact with the other wrestler's chest, dropping him to the ground. Wraith stood on his opponent. "Death cometh..."

Oh, I say, what a fight! Go, Chupacabra!
--Fat Cat

"But not for me..." growled El Chupacabra. Twisting his whole body, he locked the other wrestler's leg in his arms, twisting him off his chest and throwing him to the mat. With a snarl, he drew the wrestler into a limb lock and pinned him.

OOC: Wow, nice co-op you guys. Great RPing all around.

The referree knelt by the luchador and begin counting, while tapping the mat: "One... two... three! We have a winner!" He helped up El Chupacabra and raised his right hand in victory. The announcer's voice boomed, "And the winner of the first ever match of AIWWWA is El Chupacabra!

OOC: Stay tuned for the next fight.... Coming soon. Oh and you don't have to end the RP there, Wraith could get up and start attacking the ref and/or El Chupacabra. Or you could save it for a more critical fight, this is after all the first one.

Wraith snarled, snatching his arm away from the Chupacabra's grasp. He went to the nearest turnbuckle, and as soon as he passed it, one of the restraints oddly let go, snapping the rope out and lashing the ref in the face. He spun in mid air, and dropped to the floor, clutching his face in pain. "I wonder how that happened..." Wraith spat, hopping over the turnbuckle and heading off...

Oh, caloo callay! (And I didn't have to pay anyone either.) Three cheers for the PPO! Hip hip...
--Fat Cat

OOC: To confirm the number of peopel who are exactly as of now participating in this, I'd like to ask you all TO post here.... Because some people I'm guessing some people have posted on this thread and forgot about it.

((OOC:I have two characters, and I know for a fact that Maniaca will be participating with two characters of his.))

shma. on a stick.

I'm here, the only wrestler representing Operetta (wonderful country, wonderful... quite spiffing).
And I'm jolly well going to give any opponents a good thrashing. Well... if I get the chance. Lots of chaps here who are a good two feet taller than me at least! Ah well; they lack the mystical power of the pussycat. Miaow! *hiss*
--Fat Cat

I too am here, my tiny jefe! I hail from the Dominion of Kotterdam, that land of truth and justice, and in the name of all that is right and good, I come to this place to do battle against the forces of evil! Let the dark powers tremble in their pathetic little fashionable boots. Let them wake up in fear of the day when I will come to beat them senseless with their own intestines. My furious fists shall pummel them into dust, for wherever evil lurks I shall be there to deliver a beating that burns like justice! Wicked men shall soon learn to fear the name of El Chupacabra. Enough talk... Now we grapple!

-El Chupacabra

OOC: Obscure Nation was right. I will be participating with two wrestlers, President Satan and Wonderweiner.

I got two wrestler.

I too am here, my tiny jefe! I hail from the Dominion of Kotterdam, that land of truth and justice, and in the name of all that is right and good, I come to this place to do battle against the forces of evil! Let the dark powers tremble in their pathetic little fashionable boots. Let them wake up in fear of the day when I will come to beat them senseless with their own intestines. My furious fists shall pummel them into dust, for wherever evil lurks I shall be there to deliver a beating that burns like justice! Wicked men shall soon learn to fear the name of El Chupacabra. Enough talk... Now we grapple!

-El Chupacabra

Ahh, using "shall" in the first person... very good. So many people forget that. It is encouraging to see that a comrade has such a good grasp of grammar. So glad I joined the PPO, you know. We shall destroy that silly little "dark" federation of fools before you can say "jack knife". Miaow! *hiss*

--Fat Cat

OOC: Just as I suspected. Next fight coming soon.

how soon?

how soon?
OOC: I think I gotta put this thing on hiatus for now... Probably in a couple of days... Recruit more nations to join in the meanwhile....

Okay! First we can get Steel Butterfly back....and then an advertisement.

ALL NATIONS ARE WELCOME TO JOIN WRESTLANITY

Don't miss out on the fun because you think it's past you already. The first match was merely exhibition! Theres still time to make a wrestler and join WHATEVER FEDERATION YOU LIKE!( ;) ) or REMAIN A FREE AGENT!!! Come one come all to the experience of Wrestlanity!

I'm still here......

Wrestler's Real Name: Jack Morman
Wrestler's Nickname: Crippler
Weight: 203 lbs
Height: 6'4"
Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname: Whenever Jack would get into a fight with someone that he really hated, he would always prolong the fight for as long as he could. He would even attack long after his opponent lost conciousness. It wasn't unusual for him to cause serious injury.
Description of costume: Wears all black leather, except for a white T-shirt that he wears under his leather jacket.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: Good
Federation Name: None, but would like to join PPO
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description:

Grand Slam: Starts out with a triple vertical suplex, then lifts the opponent a fourth time, stopping him when he's upside-down, at a 90 degree angle with the ground. He then lightly tosses his opponent so that the opponent slowly flips forward (meaning his head is moving forward). When his opponent is facing upward, still in mid-air, Crippler jumps up, placing his elbow on the opponent's stomach. Both fall together, and Crippler's elbow is driven into the opponent's stomach when they land.

Flying spear: Dives head-first at the opponent from the top rope. Upon making contact with the opponent, Crippler reaches down and grabs his opponent's legs. Still holding his opponents legs, he rolls forward, rolling his opponent up backwards. Crippler lands behind his opponent, in a sitting position, and keeps holding onto the legs (pin attempt).

OOC: Hmm... I wonder who the next fight's going to be... *coughHellFireshouldwincough*

President Satan asks: How is a guy named crippler with a bio like that a good guy?

I'm not some kind of mindless sadist. I don't hurt just anyone like that; I only do it to people that have done something to really make me hate them. If I don't hate them, I usually end the fight as quickly as I can.
-Crippler

Well, someone who used to work for the government can be good... like moi. Good to see new recruits for the PPO! We'd better prowl around for some more. Not, of course, that I couldn't take the whole of the Hellfire bunch with one deft swish of my polyester whiskers. :p
--Fat Cat

Bring it, pussy cat. How would you like to be served: charbroiled, or fried?
-Pyro

The Wolf would like it raw. My favorite: DEAD CAT!

I'm not some kind of mindless sadist. I don't hurt just anyone like that; I only do it to people that have done something to really make me hate them. If I don't hate them, I usually end the fight as quickly as I can.
-Crippler

I see. Thank you for the explanation, and I hope there's no ill will between us. Of course, I suppose there is a little ill will if you join the PPO, but not that much.

In any case, continue bantering.
-President Satan

The Wolf would like it raw. My favorite: DEAD CAT!
You like it raw? Good, 'cause that's how your FACE is going to be by the time my claws are finished with you!
Someday you guys are going to realize that the PPO are the cat's whiskers. By then we'll have put out your little Hellfire, chummies. (The purrfect end!)
--Fat Cat

Your puny claws might be able to scratch up the wolf a little bit, but the wolf will RIP YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST befores you even get a chance to take them out.

Kitty just made a powerful enemy.

The Monkey shall tear both of your eyes out before you can blink.

*Monkey Plucks two Peaches!*

~Morty the Monkey

Stay tuned for the upcoming fight involving The Hawk going up against Bloodlust.

All required Information has been telegrammed to the participants.

Your puny claws might be able to scratch up the wolf a little bit, but the wolf will RIP YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST befores you even get a chance to take them out.

Kitty just made a powerful enemy.

Let's see if you're as big in the ring as you are in semantics, mutt.
--Fat Cat

Im ready.

ready to go.

I'm not some kind of mindless sadist. I don't hurt just anyone like that; I only do it to people that have done something to really make me hate them. If I don't hate them, I usually end the fight as quickly as I can.
-Crippler
You are admitted into the PPO

"Good Evening, we are here at the National Amerigan Arena in the capital of Borleone waiting in anticipation for another exciting Amerigan International World Wide Wrestling Association (AIWWWA) match."

The camera moves around the stands which are packed with cheering fans. The camera pans around the audience for a couple of minutes and then zooms in on the center ring.

"The Arena is really packed, as you can see and we bring you down to Ricky Joolz, the great game show host of the legendary The Wheel of Horrific Death and Torture."

Joolz: "It brings me great pleasure to introduce a fight so 'hunormous', so 'shockalific', so 'bootylicious', so 'goregasmic' that you will be on the edge of your seat in a dead cold sweat. Now the rules are simple, no weapons whatsoever and no hitting the groin. Also no biting or scratching... Otherwise anything goes. I'm honored to announce today's referre, Will Jackson, a well respected ref, who comes to us all the way from Rabada Province! Now let us bathe in the splendid goregasm. In the red corner, the man who is no mere man, the beast who is no mere beast, the bloody aberration from the crypt let's hear it for BLOOODLUST!

*cue dramatic enterance*
OOC: RP your enterance into the arena...

And in the blue corner, it's the wrestler who takes no prisoners, the man with the gaze of death, the man who will claw out his opponents eyes with his razor sharp talons, it's... the flying angel of death... it's THE HAAAAAAAAAAAAWK.


*cue dramatic enterance*
OOC: RP your enterance too...

Suddenely, the arena lights are tinted red, and an eerie melody begins to play. Bloodlust enters the arena and begins a slow walk towards the ring. The musics changes to loud, fast, Blood Metal and Bloodlust changes with it, he runs down the ramp towards the ring and jumps through the ropes, sumersalting and jumping up in the middle of the ring. He stands motionless and awaits his opponent.

*bump*

((OOC: Bumpity!))

Oh, I am looking forward to this game. *licks paws*
...Where has everybody gone?

President Satan, in the stands among the impatient crowd stands and yells:
"Come on!! I want some Wrestlanity!!!!"

Dear lord... Bump man BUMP!!!

Come on, chaps! I jolly well want to see the blasted fight!

Damn it. Brydog is obviously out and gone... I'll set up another fight soon.

RARGH. If Brydog ever shows his face hear again he'll taste my wrath.

Rrrraaaiiieeeeeee. Not if my claws get there first.

My apologies for the delays I'll get back to it soon.

I'm still here.

I'm still here.
Well you take over... You're in charge of the thread...

Oh boy. Well then, the next fight will be between Fat Cat and Crippler.

*sharpens claws* I'm all ready.

I'm ready.

Bingill Kosbyr steps out into the middle of the arena with a microphone to announce the start of the fight.

"Are you ready ladies and gentlemen! For a fight between two heavy hitters of the Pure People's Order!!? In the red corner, the ferocious feline force, FAAAAT CAAAAT!!!!"

*RP Fat Cat's entrance*

"And in the blue corner, the enforcer from the mean streets, CRRRRRIPLERRR!!!!"

*RP Crippler's entrance*

"Refereeing this match will be Usef Fesu!"

OOC: Go ahead and RP the start of the match, I'll give you the results a bit later, I have to do something now.

OCC:I'm still here too.

IC:Morty eagerly watched as the next match finally began while he munched on some popcorn.

The arena lights dimmed and an ominous yowl was heard from high above. A dark shadow darts about the rafters in the ceiling before leaping to the floor, landing perfectly on its feet before tripping over its pink, furry tail.

"Ouch! Oh, b*gg*r!" cried Fat Cat, brushing himself off. He snapped his fingers and Helloween's "Crazy Cat" played as he bounded effortlessly around the top of the ropes, waving to the audience, before jumping into his corner, switching immediately to a fighting stance and letting out another earsplitting yowl. He admired his claws for a second before smiling rogueishly at the crowd.
"Come on, Crippler, or whatever conventional wrestling name you gave yourself! Feel the pure, unbridled wrath of these... rather... shiny claws. (That glittery nail polish makes all the difference.)"

The lights dimmed until the arena was nearly pitch black. After a few seconds, the lights suddenly flashed back on, as there was an explosion at the entrance of the walkway, and heavy metal rock music began playing. As the fire from the explosion began dying down, Crippler stepped out of it, slowly and calmly walking to the ring. He rolled beneath the bottom rope into the ring, stood up, and wasted no time in getting into his fighting position.

Usef walked to the center of the ring and beckoned for the competitors to come to the center. "Okay, let's have a good clean Wrestlanity. No eye gouging or hair pulling. Everything else is okay. Wait for the bell....." *DINGDINGDING* "WRESTLANITY!!!!"

The moment the bell rang, Fat Cat darted behind Crippler and let out a high-pitched shriek before leaping onto his shoulders and putting his "paws" over his eyes.
"Giddy-up!" he laughed, enjoying the ride. "It... saddens me to have to do this to a comrade..."
He pushed Crippler's head to the left, trying to steer him. "...No it doesn't," he chuckled.

Crippler ran wildly around the ring a few times, before suddenly stopping. The initial panic that had kicked in when Fat Cat jumped on him was wearing off, and he was starting to get his head together again. He grabbed onto Fat Cat's ankles to keep him on his shoulders, and fell over backwards, slamming Fat Cat back-first onto the mat. Crippler then crawled behind Fat Cat, sat him up, and put him in a headlock.

Fat Cat sank his claws and teeth deep into Crippler's arm, making him jerk back. But not before he lashed his tail round Crippler's ankles. The resounding crash as he hit the mat echoed around the building. Fat Cat leapt onto Crippler's chest and spread his diminutive limbs across him, pinning him down.
Usef began to count Crippler out. "1! 2! 3! 4!..."

Crippler kicked his legs upwards, forcing his shoulders up. Both he and Fat Cat got up. Making sure to not give Fat Cat time to react, Crippler grabbed him, lifted Fat cat above him, and tossed him so that he landed back-first on the mat again. Again, Crippler got down behind Fat Cat and sat him up, but this time, he put his knee to Fat Cat's back, grabbed Fat Cat's arms at the wrists, and pulled them backwards as hard as he could, driving his knee into Fat Cat's back.

Fat Cat yowled with pain and kicked about, trying as hard as he could to get up. Sadly, he had expended all his energy on his entrance and hadn't the strength to get off the floor. Gasping and lashing his tail about, he flopped to the floor and tried to cover up the total and utter humiliation with cool dignity and grace as he exhaustedly applauded Crippler.
Usef began counting Fat Cat out. "...9...10!"
Crippler gave Fat Cat a parting kick while trying hard not to laugh.
"W-well done... comrade..." Fat Cat groaned. "Erm, I mean..." He turned to face the audience. "...You have not heard the last of Fat Cat!!!"
He chuckled and gasped for breath.
"...Well? Why are you all standing there? Someone fetch me an éclair."
The audience roared in one voice, "CRIPPLER!! CRIPPLER!! CRIPPLER!!"

Even before the cheers began, Crippler quickly slipped out of the ring. To everyone's surprise, though, he re-entered with a steel chair. The "Crippler" chants had now stopped, and everyone was trying to figure out what was going on. Crippler walked up behind Fat Cat, and slammed him in the back with the chair. Immediately, the boos began, and the chants were now "CRIPPLER SUCKS!"

President Satan was interested at this interesting turn of events. "Well this is quite odd. Why is Crippler hitting his teammate with a steel chair? You'd think they'd want to end this before either of them got hurt..."

If its still ok may i post my wrestling character...

"CRIPPLER IS DISQUALIFIED!!" Usef roared. "I counted Fat Cat out! That means the winner is... FAT CAAAAAAAAT!!!"
The crowd cheered half-heartedly and Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta came into the ring to congratulate Fat Cat.
"Well done, Felix! That has to be the first time you haven't had to work hard for your win!"
She hit the nail right on the head and Fat Cat realized that he had won the match, but gained no fighting honour. All he had got was a reputation as a sissy who happened to be lucky.
Crippler, however, was waving to the crowd and enjoying the cheers as though he had won. He was now the "bad guy" of the match.
"DAMN YOU!!" Fat Cat screeched, leaping onto Crippler's face and tearing chunks of his hair out while kicking with his clawed feet, shredding Crippler's T-shirt.
"HEY!!" Usef shouted, louder than ever. "FAT CAT IS DISQUALIFIED ALSO!!!"
There was a long pause. Fat Cat froze, still on Crippler's face.
"...So... who wins?" he inquired sheepishly.
"In the event of a tie... or in this case, joint disqualification," Usef said cuttingly, "standard practice is to flip a coin."
He produced one from his pocket. Fat Cat inspected it.
"Don't you use EFTPOS in your country?" he laughed.
Usef threw the coin high into the air...

Crippler tossed Fat Cat off of him and picked the chair back up. He wasn't going to let a coin toss determine the winner. As far as he was concerned, Usef had made a rotten call. Crippler had already won. Whatever he did afterwards had nothing to do with the match. Enraged, he walked up to Usef and slammed him on the head with the chair. Before Usef even fell down, Crippler tossed the chair away, grabbed him, and held him sideways in front of him. He lifted one knee, raised Usef above him, and then slammed him down onto Crippler's knee. Not letting go, he raised Usef above him again, ran to the side of the ring, and threw Usef out. Crippler turned around and pointed at Fat Cat.
"YOU'RE NEXT!!" he yelled, and began to walk towards Fat Cat.

President Satan was growing worried. He whispered to the person next to him, "Is this guy trying to get fired?" Medical officials ran to get Usef some medical help, and nobody really knew what to do. Now that there was no referee, the next step was to bring in a SWAT team. And that definitely was NOT going to happen.

Fat Cat scaled the wall and sat on the rafters where he began his entrance and lashed his tail about.
"If you're going to break the rules," he said, "then so am I!"
He found a crack in one of the rafters and began to jump on it. Just before it gave way, he leapt to another and watched the crowd part hastily as the beam came down, crashing into the arena in a cloud of dust.
Fat Cat screamed his trademark yowl, then hissed: "You see.... comrade..." He spat the word. "This is what you get when you mess with Fat Cat."

Can i post my character

Can i post my character

OOC: Yes, go ahead. Sorry, I was going to say you could in my last post, but I forgot. Yes, please post your character.

Wrestler's Real name:Kenzo mitsurugi
Wrestler's Nickname:The lone wolf
Weight: 250lbs (Well built)
Height: 7ft 1
Bio:After his master ceased to exist due to natural causes many years ago, the warrior was forced to wonder the world alone as a ronin, often taking on jobs which ending up paying the most.
Description of Costume: He is often wearing a dark black hooded attire, to match his dark black metal lace boots. No one knows what is behind the hooded attire as very few have the chance.
Good/Evil/Wildcard: A wildcard as he often joins whoever rewards him the most.
Federation Name: None as of yet.
Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description :

Rising axe strike: A very quick action as he drives the top part of the knee into the oppenents gut, then when the oppenent begins to reel over, he lifts his leg upwards,above the head of the oppenent and strikes the back of his neck with his heel.

Samurai rage: He removes a wooden blade from its sheath,slashing vertically across the neck of the oppenent, then slightly turning the blade and striking horizontally across the side of the ribs in two quick motions.

Crippler got up from next to the fallen rafter. He had managed to dive out of the way before the rafter landed on him, but it hit his right shoulder pretty hard. He glared at Fat Cat, clutching his shoulder. Then, he just grinned, and started calmly walking out of the arena as his music began playing.

President Satan sighed. At least their wouldn't be any hospital visits. He noticed a new wrestler was entering the circuit. It would be good to recruit him, though he didn't seem to be one to join the PPO.

Fat Cat bared his teeth and lifted his hands up high, his claws in the air ready to be plunged into Crippler's flesh. He flew across the rafters, but the splintered end of the one he had knocked down clipped his tail as he jumped, making him slip and plummet to the floor below with a sickening crunch. His claws had gone into the mat and though he tried his hardest to get up, he could not, and flopped down, conceding.
"...Bollocks," he groaned.

The Hooded man continues to watch from the darkness of one of the many corriders on the circuit, his emerald crimson red eyes slightly ablazed although hidden by the shadow of the attire.

So is this fight over with?

OOC: Seems to be. Fat Cat's pretty much out of the picture.
Queen Emily runs into the ring and helps Fat Cat out.
"Felix, are you all right?"
"...Bit sore, but otherwise I'm just spiffing, Ma'am... Now where's that éclair I was promised?"

OOC: yeah, the fight's over

OOC: Okay, the next fight will be between, let's see...Wonderweiner and Demonsbane. Heads is wonderweiner, tails is Demonsbane. Here we go.....

*TAG, response pending*

OOC: I'm ready, and I've sent a telegram to Steel Butterfly...anyway, while we wait, let's make a list of winners.

Crippler-(officially, a decision was made by the front office and Crippler was the winner, although a rematch is definitely on the agenda)-PPO[although not for long it appears, after that display]

El Chupacabra-PPO

The losers have been Wraith and Fat Cat(see above).

OOC: I've not gotten a response from Steel Butterfly, so he's obviously out and gone. I'll make a new fight. I'll warm up this lone wolf guy....the next fight will be between the lone wolf and Morty the Monkey

IC: President Satan sent out a leaflet to The lone wolf.

Most honorable lone wolf,
After studying your resumee, I have decided that you are a very good wrestler. I invite you to join our organization, Hellfire. With you, we can rise above all other federations, and control the world of Wrestlanity! Join us, and you will see profits your eyes have never seen! Thank you.
-President Satan of Hellfire

OOC: Okay, Morty the Monkey is heads, The lone wolf is tails. Here we go....

OCC:I'm Ready; Ill post an entrance later.

OOC: Eternal dragons hasn't been on since yesterday, so he hasn't read my E-Mail yet. Unless he's on some kind of long vacation, he should be posting within the next few days. Post serves three purposes: An update to keep the thing going and let people know what's happening, a bump to the top of the page and an advertisement:

Remember folks, Wrestlanity is always open for new characters, so feel free to post your character if you're interested in wrestling that's fake but fun.

OOC: Okay folks, word is eternal-dragons has some real life stuff to take care of, I think. Or maybe it was NS stuff to take care of. But my guess is RL. I hope so, 'cause that's what I telegrammed him with. That would be embarrassing....anyway, he says he'll post in a few days, so just hold tight until then.

Lone wolf's dressing room:

The darkened room seemed to light up with fire rings of intensity, upon the imminent arrival of its solemn master. After this brief moment of eerie chaos, the owner begins to methodically walk towards his room, his iron-laced shoes making a heavy horse clunking sound as he walks. After a brief moment of gazing across the darkened room, the lone wolfs eye is caught by a interesting leaflet on one of the many black tables located across the room.

As a result of this new item, lone wolf proceeds to examine its contents for a moment, before dropping it once more and pondering how he will answer this request.

OOC: Oooh, intrigueing. Are you ready to begin the match? If so I'll start it up.

OOC: Well sorry for not posting recently if you want you can send me a tg so we can discuss the fight..

OOC:ravea not online
but i can post an entrance......

OOC: Sorry for the wait, here we go:

IC: Usef was in the hospital being treated for curviture of the spine and a ruptured disk. His brother, Gary, was now refereeing. Egbert Benson was the PA announcer.

"WELLLLLLCOME TO WRESTLANTIY EVERYONE!!! Today's referee will be Gary Fesu! And of course, the wrestlers! In the RED corner, the commander of the tundra, carnivorous canine, THE LOOOOONE, WOLF!

*RP your entrance*

And in the BLUE corner, the simian sultan of slam, the primate of power, MOOOOOORTY, THE MOOOOONKEY!!!!

*RP your entrance*

The lights seem to dissipate, as the arena is filled with pitch-black darkness. This new development seems to make an eerie silence envelope the room, as they wait for the arrival of the mysterious wrestler. After another short and bleak silence, large clunking footsteps are heard from the entranceway towards the arena. As this happens, almost simultaneously a few large anxious screams are heard, as a shadowed figure begins to emerge to the ever patient public. The now surfaced warrior, methodically makes his way to the arena, whilst a dark tune (C.O.F- hallowed be thy name) starts to play, further playing on the anxious publics minds. After a few minutes of striding, he steps over the large ropes and waits for his competitor, the darkness now lifting as the hooded figure waits.

At first, it seems like no one was coming into the blue corner. Then, the first chords of the song "Proudest monkey" Began to play. A flash! A yellow blur streaked down the entryway and jumps over to the arena. Morty The Monkey, in his trademark black and yellow jumpsuit had arrived. And he was ready to fight.

Gary had the opponents step toward the center of the ring.

"Okay, no hair pulling or eye gouging. Everything else is okay. The match will begin at the sound of the bell. Now return to your corners, and wait for the bell."

The wrestlers returned to their corners. Gary gave a thumbs up to a man on a table with a bell outside the ring, and the bell rang.
BRRRRRINNNNNNNNG
"WRESTLANTIY!"

OOC:Tg me so we can do the fight details ravea:

OOC:Ravea you post first

As soon as the bell rings, Morty flips up into the air and drops onto his opponent with a crushing force. It seemed like Lone Wolf had not even tried to dodge the attack! Morty picked up Lone Wolf, punched him thrice in the face, then kicked him viciously. Lone Wolf picked himself up without any reaction.

Morty was at first taken aback as Lone Wolf took punch after punch. Them he started to got cocky. After a few more jabs to the chest, Morty stood his opponent up and began his Deadly Break Dance of Deadly-ness. The attack bashes Lone Wolf in the arms, head, legs, and stomach, then sweeps him off his feet. Still Lone Wolf stands up.

Morty was starting to get a little frusterated. No one can survive that much pain! He grabs Lone Wolf by the throat and lifts him up, ready for a final blow.

"Arent you going to fight me?!" Shouts Morty.

After several rounds of assault, Lone wolf proceeding to stand up time and time again, his body seeming un-weakened, despite a vicious array of moves.
As he got to his feet, he was abused once more, as Morty lifted him up by the throat, obviously preparing for the finishing blow, which he hoped would beat this seemingly invincible warrior. Upon seeing this cocky being speak, Lone wolf decided to speak, his eerie voice sending shivers down the now silent crowd.

" Very well.....nice fighting with you.."

With that final remark the swiftness that followed, would all but end the reign of the cocky fighter. So as the fighter prepared his match-ending attack, the emotionless warrior quickly counteracted, by sending the top part of his knee viciously into the soft-palmed gut of the opponent, resulting in Morty dropping the lone wolf, and keeling over in agony clutching his gut. Seeing this new development, the lone Wolf once again began to perform the all too traditional move, as he lifted his left leg narrowly above the head of the keeled over opponent, and delivered a earth shattering axe kick, almost instantly resulting in the opponent to faint to the floor, presumably knocking him out for the count.

With this final attack, the hooded figure towered over the now lifeless body, a slight chuckle heard around the vicinity whilst this was happening. Upon seeing the opponent fail to get up, he proceeded to hack away at the body with his leg, as a way of turning the body over. After completing this relatively easy task, he moved his foot onto the chest of the unconscious fighter and proceeded to leave it there until Gary the referee counted three. As the count finished he removed the foot, and waited as his hand was raised in victory by the referee.

After this brief victory, the mysterious figure exited the ropes and methodically began to stride over to the announcement table, much to the terror of the ring announcers. Upon arrival, the 7ft 1 fearsome figure took it upon himself to snatch the microphone from the nearby commentator, before beginning to speak into it, his tone more blunt and chilling then usual.

"As all you know I have received an offer for my undoubted services which i have now put upon belief........."

He chuckled eerily before speaking once again, his eyes now transfixed on the still motionless body.

"Just ask him......Anyway as I said if you truly desire my services I expect to be paid adequately"

With that final remark, he dropped the microphone to the ground and began to methodically stride again, which what seemed to be back to the arena.

"You can't be serious," President Satan E-Mailed his agent through his PDA. "This lone-wolf guy? He's good. But he's serious about getting paid. I don't need that much money anyway. Give him a fourth of my contract, what's that, like two million dollars? Yeah, that'll do it. A fourth of my contract, and make sure we get him."

OOC: Great RP, Next fight coming real soon. I'll mix this one up, and then I'll do a tournament.

The Lone Wolf surveyed the area around the ring, before his eyes returned to the recovering opponent, an evil intent obviously present. After this brief moment of scanning, the man seems to withdraw a dark coloured wooden kendo stick from its black-leathered sheath. As the now doomed Monty rises to his feet, with another swift movement, he turns the hilt 45 decrees and delivers a meaningful diagonal slash across the right side of the neck. Almost as a chain reaction he then turns the blade a further 90 decrees to the left, and slashes horizontally to the side of the persons abdomen, sending him thriving down again in pain. After this brutal attack, he re-sheaths the wooden blade and makes his way out of the ring and down the runway with a certain number of measured steps, as his trademark music begins playing.

"Ouch"

OOC: Ouch

Okay, I gonna' mix up this next fight. I'll reward those of you who have already played with a triple tag team match. SO....

Crippler.....................VS................El Chupacabra
The Eternal Dragons.......................Morty the Monkey
Wraith.........................................Fat Cat

Here are the "rules."
Only two fighters in the ring at once.
The fighters outside the ring must not fight.
You can only enter the ring during a five second duration after your hand is tapped by your teamate. After your teamate tags you, you must not attack any longer, and exit the ring as soon as you are able.
As soon as one member of your team is pinned, your team loses.

Okay, Evil team is heads, Forces of good are tails. I'll flip the coin, TG you all, you guys'll check in, and then I'll start the match.

OOC: I've telegrammed you all, go ahead and check in...

If this is still going on, I've got a new wrestler to enter:

Wrestler's Real Name: Ivan Grayson

Wrestler's Nickname: Lord Grim

Weight: 325 lbs

Height: 6'10"

Fake Bio that details how the wrestler got his Nickname:
Lord Grim is a relic of a bygone era, a monstrous tyrant who was frozen in time...until now. Horrified and enraged to find the world overrun with freedom-loving weaklings, he vows to crush the peasants where it will hurt them most...IN THE RING!

Description of Appearance: Lord Grim wears a silver circlet atop his head, carries an iron rod gilded with silver, and large kingly robes (all of which he removes before the match begins. Underneath, he simply wears tight sleeveless black shirt with the word "GRIM" in large silver letters across the chest. He wears black pants, and has black ring boots. He has a long dark brown goatee and mustache, grey eyes, and long dark brown hair.

Good/Evil/Wildcard: evil

Federation Name: none so far

Crazy Trademark Moves Name and Description:
Full-nelson Slam: he puts them in a full-nelson, lifts them up, and slams them down on their back.

Military press: he lifts them over above his head and then drops them, letting them fall on their face, or occasionally throwing them over the top rope.

Spinning powerslam: he scoops them up as if for a bodyslam, then spins around, jumps, and slams them to the ground with his body landing on top.

Spinning spinebuster: he lifts them up by grabbing their legs, with his body in between (it's not as gay as it sounds), does a 180 degree turn, and slams them on their back.

Grim Bomb: with his opponent bent at the waist, he grabs them around the abdomen with their head on the left side of his waist. He lifts them up, turns them over in the air, and slams them down on their back.

Total Domination: his finisher. He grabs them by the neck with both hands, lifts them high into the air in an overhead choke, and then drops them down into a sidewalk slam.

(Most of those are fairly common wrestling moves, so hopefully everyone understands what I'm talking about.)

OOC: I'm ready

OOC: Wretchengard, I love the fake bio. heh. "hurt them most....IN THE RING!!" That's just really funny. I'll try and get you in a match soon. I think I still have a bunch of people who haven't done a match yet...

Anyway

We still need the five others to check in. I know Operetta and Obscure Nation are ready(I think), they just haven't checked in yet. I don't know if El Chupacabra(what's is name-stan) is still in it, and that leaves left TED, and Ravea, and I think they're still in it.

OOC: I'm ready too.

OOC: Ditto ..

El Chupacabra will never quit! He merely gets bogged down in traffic on the way to the stadium...

OOC:
I'm... Well, back, I guess

Ready!

OOC OOOOKAAAAY!!!! Sorry for being late, I was marooned on a polar island. But the life flight got me, and I'm ready for some Wrestlanity!!

IC: Usef was out of the hospital resting at home, his doctor had advised him to avoid refereeing for a few weeks. Gary was filling in again. The PA announcer was Dave Schaav, and he turned on the mic from his Press box.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Wollenbollenpultaski Coliseum in the sparkling city of Funstocky Maniaca!"

At the mention of their hometown, most of the fans cheered wildly.

"The referee for tonight's six man tag team match will be Gary Fesu! And now, the WRESTLERS!! In the red corner, the potent policeman, The CRRRRRRRIPLERRRRR!!!

*RP your entrance*

"Also in the red corner, the dark destroyer, the demonic devestator, The lone WOLLLLLLF!

*RP your entrance*

"And finally, fighting alongside them, the shrouded shaman of shadow, WRRRRAITH!!"

*RP your entrance*

"Now, facing these wrestlers in the blue corner, the Juggernaut of Justice, Ellll CHUUUpaCAAAAABRRAAAA!!!!

*RP your entrance*

"Also in the blue corner, the Mega monkey, the Absolutely Amazing Ape, MOOORTYY the MOOOOONNNNKEEEEEY!!!!

*RP your entrance*

"And finally in the blue corner, the Colossal Cat of Carnage, FAAAAAT CAAAAAT"

*RP your entrance*

OOC: Good luck with making your entrances mesh. I think this RP has the chance of being really good, but also has the chance of being a mess. Let's see what happens. After you RP your entrances, I'll start the match. You guys can decide who you want to start off the match in the ring via telegram. I don't really care how the match goes, just try and make it work. Thanks. Oooh, this is exciting.

Even as Dave had begun introducing the wrestlers, the lights began to dim. There was a familiar explosion at the entrance to the arena, and Crippler began pacing out. The audience noticed that something was different, though. Normally, Crippler walked to and from the ring very slowly and calmly. This time, he was pacing to the ring rather quickly. He seemed rushed.
Upon entering the ring, Crippler reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a microphone. He held the microphone to his mouth.

"All right, listen up! That last match showed me more than ever that these goody-goody wimps in the PPO don't deserve to have me as a member! But I'll tell you what. If they beat us tonight, I'll stay a member of the PPO. If we win, though, I'm joining Hellfire."

After making his announcement, Crippler tossed the microphone out of the ring, slowly walked to his corner, and waited.

"Oooh, goody," chuckled President Satan. "I just hope Wraith can pop these guys good enough."

OOC: Hello? Everyone else?

Morty sped into the ring, only slightly slower this time, due to his injuries in the last match. He was now pumped and ready for some revenge.

"Bring it on!" He shouted loudly.

As the fighters began entering the room, a new sense of anxiety began to envelop the area as the lights started to dim. Then upon this development, the black-hooded man known as Lone wolf proceeded to stride methodically towards the room, his distinct trademark music playing within the background. After a few minutes of striding towards the ring, Lone wolf gazed eerily upon the fighter known as Morty, his intentions no doubt to end this match just like before. As he walked towards the ring, the lights began to return to normal dimness, and his music began to draw to a halt. But as he approached the ring with intent, he continued to gaze at the enemies sharply, before finally stepping over the top rope and switching his attention to the man known as Crippler.

Fat Cat jogged into the arena, his chins and his rolls of fat shaking wildly.
"What ho, chummy!" he roared, grabbing Morty the Monkey in a friendly, one-armed hug. As he did so, he stuck his tongue out at The Lone Wolf.
"Nyaaa! :p" he said.
"Felix! What do you think you're doing?! This game's all about intimidation and bravery, you fool," Queen Emily of the Republic of Operetta hissed from the side of the arena.
"Dreadfully sorry, ma'am," he muttered. He leaned right up to The Lone Wolf and hissed with all his might before wheezing, coughing and falling over. He rolled around on the floor, his limbs flailing, before Morty the Monkey helped him up.

President Satan shook his head in disgust. "That man is the definition of Buffoon."

OOC: So who does that leave? Kotterdam and Obscure?(who I told to post, but did he listen? nooooo)

Upon the new actions of this pathetic creature the Lone wolf simply smirked evily, before suddenly charging forward at a immense speed trying to deliever a double clothesline, which would no doubt if it connected knock them both down to the ground. The lone Wolf indeed meant business tonight, and if it involved destroying the enemy, he would do so.

OOC: I know all the entrances arnt done but bear with me i know..