Post by Surge on Aug 20, 2013 2:51:24 GMT -5
Wrestler Name: Surge. Yep, that's it. No first, no middle, no last. Well, maybe once but not now. None of your concern either. Don't worry about it.
Nickname(s): It'd be easier to come up with a list of what I HAVEN'T been called by maybe, just maybe I can eek out some sanity and trim down the list huh? Okay, get ready. This is gonna be like, a paragraph of sweet nick's.
"The Icon", "The Destroyer", "The Shocking", "The Imortant", "The Extraordinary", "The Extravagant", "The Amazing", "The Illustrious", "The Badass", "The Bulldog", "The Hurricane", "The Approaching Storm", "The One and Only", "The Psychopath", "The Sociopath", "The Saint", "Your Savior", "The Random", "The Picture of Perfect", "The Artist's Dream", "The Pure Bred", "The Experiment", "Subject Zero", "The Assassin", "The King", "The Rockstar", and to complete the list of nicknames I thought up a few seconds ago, "The Greatest in the Universe".
They're awesome.
Height: Six foot three, dark and handsome ladies~ Not like dark as in black people though. I'm like latino or some shit, I dunno.
Weight: Two hundred and ten pounds of uncut, unrated sex appeal.
Date of Birth: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck if I know. I like October though. Best month = October. So let's go with October Thirteenth, because that's scary. And totally my real birthdate. Hey, it's not like we made Obama be truthful about his papers either, cut me some slack.
Hometown: A mysterious place in parts unknown... nah fuck that, Detroit Michigan. Way more badass then mysteryville. And less complicated.
Intro Music:
This little peice of musical heaven right here. Jamie Christopherson, you glorious bastard.
Entrance Description: Ohh right, I gotta bust out those LARPING skills I recently developed to tell a rich narrative on my intimidating yet sexy entrance. Okay, here goes.
"Surge gets in the ring. Surge prepares to commit murder."
Just go nuts, I do tons of shit, never enter the ring the same way twice. Seriously, just message this weird dude typing my words on his keyboard if you are having issues writing an entrance for me. I mean he's just gonna tell you something dumb that comes off the top of his head but that's how most of his writing with me works.
I mean... what's LARP?
Alignment: Chaotic. Expecting an additional word? Well fuck you then.
Personality: Mm, let's see. I enjoy baked goods, long walks on the beach, the pouring rain, home movies and the art of photography. No seriously, that's all legit. Then I fuck people with my fists and make sure they enjoy it. Yep, I like to hurt people. I do it all the time! Physically, emotionally, doesn't matter! As long as there is pain involvled, mine or theirs. I suppose there's some sado-masochism going on there, but whatever. It's probably fine. Also I love to eat food, because food is the best. So I eat food a lot but I never gain any weight, which makes it really easy for me to make fun of fat people. And skinny people, because I never loose weight either. I like to make fun of people. I have this weird mindfucking attitude where I hate and love, respect and abhor pretty much everyone at different times. I mean, there are always exceptions. I will always hate clowns, for instance. None more than Ronald McDonald. Yeah, that's right. Fuck you Ron.
Gimmick: If what you've read hasn't given you a clue then you are pretty much hopeless and I've lost all desire to explain anything to you. But I will anyway, for reasons. I just kinda do whatever and whoever tells me I can't gets pummeled into the dirt. I'm also bipolar, schizophrenic, dissociative, psychotic and sociopathic all at once. maybe. I may also suffer from MPD. Shut up, no you don't. That'd be stupid.
Wrestling Style: Japanese Strong Style with Puroresu and straight up brawler/street fighting tenancies. Lookie you got a straight answer this time. I'm also a Luchadore because fuck you.
Strategy: You die.
Common Moves
1. Punching your shit
2. Kicking your shit
3. Headbutting your shit
4. Chopping your shit
5. Bodyslammin' your shit
6. Arm Draggin' your shit
7. Frog Splashin' your shit
8. Suplexin' your shit
9. Clotheslinin' your shit
10. Elbow Droppin' your shit
Signature Moves
1. F.Y.F, aka the 'Fuck Your Face'. Some dudes call it a Curb Stomp I guess. I like my name better,
2. Nardkiller, a Sick double leg drop on your balls.
3. Nerdkiller, not to be confused with Nardkiller. I punch you in the heart. It's great. Like surgeon simulator up in this bitch. but with more punching.
4. Trainwreck, A.K.A me spearing the absolute horse shit out of you.
5. Storm's Fury, I basically throw you into turnbuckles via like, powerbombs and suplexes and shit.
Finishing Moves
1. D.Y.H, "Dropped you Headfirst. Yeah I get'cha in a torture rack and then I drop you on your head with this sick piledriver. Then I tell you how much you suck.
2. Cosmic Kick, I do like a sick spinning superkick to your jawline and you die. Basically what happens.
3. Lucha del Fuck You, this one is hard to explain. So first I tilt-a-whirl headscissors you, then I transition into a single arm DDT, then I float over into a fujiwa arm bar. Actually, that was easy. Thanks wikipedia!
4. The Conclusion, okay so seriously you don't fuck with this one. If I use this on some dude or flighty broad I either really really hate them, or they just need to go down and stay down. I lead the chump with the WORST luck over to the turnbuckle, right? I sit on the turnbuckle, on the very topm facing the ring. Then I pick up the dude and act like I'm gonna do a suplex.. but I don't. I keep the guy's neck aligned on my shoulder and i reach up and grab the outside of his thighs, holding his legs kinda spread and stiff. Then I stand, full height, on the turnbuckle. And. I. Jump. Off. Land on my ass, force all that dude's weight down on his neck and my shoulder. Basically, I trash compact the unlucky bastard.
Pic Base: This sexy Motherfucker~
Ring Attire: Mask, boots, wristbands and trunks. Gotta show off them thighs.
Entrance Attire: I got a sick cloak with lightning bolts on it. I'm also usually carrying like a kendo stick or a cane or something to fuck people up easier. Not that I need the help.
Outside Attire: T shirt, jeans and the mask. Cut and dry.
Championships & Accomplishments: None that I haven't made up. I love my imagination.
Nickname(s): It'd be easier to come up with a list of what I HAVEN'T been called by maybe, just maybe I can eek out some sanity and trim down the list huh? Okay, get ready. This is gonna be like, a paragraph of sweet nick's.
"The Icon", "The Destroyer", "The Shocking", "The Imortant", "The Extraordinary", "The Extravagant", "The Amazing", "The Illustrious", "The Badass", "The Bulldog", "The Hurricane", "The Approaching Storm", "The One and Only", "The Psychopath", "The Sociopath", "The Saint", "Your Savior", "The Random", "The Picture of Perfect", "The Artist's Dream", "The Pure Bred", "The Experiment", "Subject Zero", "The Assassin", "The King", "The Rockstar", and to complete the list of nicknames I thought up a few seconds ago, "The Greatest in the Universe".
They're awesome.
Height: Six foot three, dark and handsome ladies~ Not like dark as in black people though. I'm like latino or some shit, I dunno.
Weight: Two hundred and ten pounds of uncut, unrated sex appeal.
Date of Birth: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck if I know. I like October though. Best month = October. So let's go with October Thirteenth, because that's scary. And totally my real birthdate. Hey, it's not like we made Obama be truthful about his papers either, cut me some slack.
Hometown: A mysterious place in parts unknown... nah fuck that, Detroit Michigan. Way more badass then mysteryville. And less complicated.
Intro Music:
This little peice of musical heaven right here. Jamie Christopherson, you glorious bastard.
Entrance Description: Ohh right, I gotta bust out those LARPING skills I recently developed to tell a rich narrative on my intimidating yet sexy entrance. Okay, here goes.
"Surge gets in the ring. Surge prepares to commit murder."
Just go nuts, I do tons of shit, never enter the ring the same way twice. Seriously, just message this weird dude typing my words on his keyboard if you are having issues writing an entrance for me. I mean he's just gonna tell you something dumb that comes off the top of his head but that's how most of his writing with me works.
I mean... what's LARP?
Alignment: Chaotic. Expecting an additional word? Well fuck you then.
Personality: Mm, let's see. I enjoy baked goods, long walks on the beach, the pouring rain, home movies and the art of photography. No seriously, that's all legit. Then I fuck people with my fists and make sure they enjoy it. Yep, I like to hurt people. I do it all the time! Physically, emotionally, doesn't matter! As long as there is pain involvled, mine or theirs. I suppose there's some sado-masochism going on there, but whatever. It's probably fine. Also I love to eat food, because food is the best. So I eat food a lot but I never gain any weight, which makes it really easy for me to make fun of fat people. And skinny people, because I never loose weight either. I like to make fun of people. I have this weird mindfucking attitude where I hate and love, respect and abhor pretty much everyone at different times. I mean, there are always exceptions. I will always hate clowns, for instance. None more than Ronald McDonald. Yeah, that's right. Fuck you Ron.
Gimmick: If what you've read hasn't given you a clue then you are pretty much hopeless and I've lost all desire to explain anything to you. But I will anyway, for reasons. I just kinda do whatever and whoever tells me I can't gets pummeled into the dirt. I'm also bipolar, schizophrenic, dissociative, psychotic and sociopathic all at once. maybe. I may also suffer from MPD. Shut up, no you don't. That'd be stupid.
Wrestling Style: Japanese Strong Style with Puroresu and straight up brawler/street fighting tenancies. Lookie you got a straight answer this time. I'm also a Luchadore because fuck you.
Strategy: You die.
Common Moves
1. Punching your shit
2. Kicking your shit
3. Headbutting your shit
4. Chopping your shit
5. Bodyslammin' your shit
6. Arm Draggin' your shit
7. Frog Splashin' your shit
8. Suplexin' your shit
9. Clotheslinin' your shit
10. Elbow Droppin' your shit
Signature Moves
1. F.Y.F, aka the 'Fuck Your Face'. Some dudes call it a Curb Stomp I guess. I like my name better,
2. Nardkiller, a Sick double leg drop on your balls.
3. Nerdkiller, not to be confused with Nardkiller. I punch you in the heart. It's great. Like surgeon simulator up in this bitch. but with more punching.
4. Trainwreck, A.K.A me spearing the absolute horse shit out of you.
5. Storm's Fury, I basically throw you into turnbuckles via like, powerbombs and suplexes and shit.
Finishing Moves
1. D.Y.H, "Dropped you Headfirst. Yeah I get'cha in a torture rack and then I drop you on your head with this sick piledriver. Then I tell you how much you suck.
2. Cosmic Kick, I do like a sick spinning superkick to your jawline and you die. Basically what happens.
3. Lucha del Fuck You, this one is hard to explain. So first I tilt-a-whirl headscissors you, then I transition into a single arm DDT, then I float over into a fujiwa arm bar. Actually, that was easy. Thanks wikipedia!
4. The Conclusion, okay so seriously you don't fuck with this one. If I use this on some dude or flighty broad I either really really hate them, or they just need to go down and stay down. I lead the chump with the WORST luck over to the turnbuckle, right? I sit on the turnbuckle, on the very topm facing the ring. Then I pick up the dude and act like I'm gonna do a suplex.. but I don't. I keep the guy's neck aligned on my shoulder and i reach up and grab the outside of his thighs, holding his legs kinda spread and stiff. Then I stand, full height, on the turnbuckle. And. I. Jump. Off. Land on my ass, force all that dude's weight down on his neck and my shoulder. Basically, I trash compact the unlucky bastard.
Pic Base: This sexy Motherfucker~
Ring Attire: Mask, boots, wristbands and trunks. Gotta show off them thighs.
Entrance Attire: I got a sick cloak with lightning bolts on it. I'm also usually carrying like a kendo stick or a cane or something to fuck people up easier. Not that I need the help.
Outside Attire: T shirt, jeans and the mask. Cut and dry.
Championships & Accomplishments: None that I haven't made up. I love my imagination.
