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| Edge | Jan 15 2012, 01:36 PM Post #1 |
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★ Impact Wrestling Superstar/Knockout ★![]() REAL NAME: Adam Copeland WRESTLERS NAME: Edge NICKNAME(S): The Rated R Superstar, The Ultimate Oppurtunist HEIGHT: 6'5" WEIGHT: 241 pounds ALIGNMENT: Tweener BRIEF GIMMICK DESCRIPTION: Unique, he is himself THEME MUSIC: Metalingus - Alter Bridge FINISHER(S): Spear; Edgecution SIGNATURES: Edge-O-Matic; Camel Clutch; Electric Chair Drop; Sharpshooter; Northern Lights Suplex REGULAR MOVES - 5 MIN: Big Boot; German Suplex; Diving Spear, Half Nelson Bulldog; Sitout Powerbomb; Russian Legsweep; Diving Crossbody; Brainbuster. FIGHTING STYLE: Brawler WEAPON OF CHOICE: Chair NAME: Tommy HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Jenn WHERE DO YOU WANT TO BE PLACED ON THE CARD?: Upper Mid-Card to Mainevent SAMPLE ROLEPLAY: next post |
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| Edge | Jan 15 2012, 01:40 PM Post #2 |
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Accidentally stepping on a shoe, Santo stumbled slightly, but he regained his composure and continued the short distance to the computer, where he plopped his body down into the chair and just sat in silence for a good minute or two. Finally, he leaned forward and grabbed the mouse, dragging it to the side to find the icon for Word, double clicking on it to bring up a blank page. This is where the madness of the night would begin. “Dear Journal, I figured if that fuck Cena can get away with shooting a promo involving him just walking around repeating the same damn thing, then I can write a journal. Seeing how as I am the best wrester that there is around, my journal is bound to be worth something after I’m gone. Anyways, I had an interesting day today where I went on this speed dating thing and had like a three minute meeting with fifteen different women. I only remember half of them berceuse the others were kind of plain like that Sarrah chick from that book.” Santo itched his shoulder as he tried find the book before continuing. “Anyhooo, the ones I do remember kind of freaked me out. One of them was this fitness instructor who offered me a free trial membership program to her Jim. It’s like yo I’m a fucking poorfessssional wrestling guy, I don’t need to go to the Jim, I’m in good enough shape as it is. So she left because she was boring and I didn’t give a shit enough to talk really. I felt insulted. So yeah, the other chick was kind of gothic but not really because she had on like this neon green nail polish. But she was wearing everything else black and was really pale, except for this fucking nail polish. Apparently I brought it up and she started to yell at me about that plight of the Natives Americans and how I raped their land o lakes.” There was a strong chance that this woman didn’t tell Santo that he was raping the Natives of their butter. At this point though, he couldn’t really think about what his spelling looked like. “Yeah and then there’s this other woman in a business suit with glasses. She looked like Stacy Kiebler, except she wasn’t tall and very pretty, and was also Middle Eastern I think. She was kind of all high and mighty, and bitchy towards me when I told her that I was a wrestler. Who the fuck are you to tell me that’s not a good way ta make a living is what I said to her. It’s not like I’m a fucking dude who drives ice cream trucks during the day and strips at night at some fucking dive place in the village called Glory Holes or something. So there were these chicks and, wait, I talked about some of them already. But yo, there were these two that I might give a call. One of them was smoking hot, but she was like dumb as pop rocks. Like her name was Holly or something and the whole time she was talking it was like, going in one ear and out the other so the only thing I kept thinking about was ‘how do ya like me now!’. That made me smile and I guess she thought that I was smiling because I liked her so she gave me her number, or the host of the dating thing gave me her number I forgot how that went. Oh so yeah, then the other chick, who I think was named Jennifer, or Jenna, it was definitely a Jen of some kind. This chick was like working to become a lawyer, and not only was she hot but she was actually smart too, and talked about important shit.” Although he couldn’t be bothered to remember exactly what they had talked about, Santo was pretty sure that it was important, and dealt with real life issues. On with the typing he went. “And the thing about it is though, that she’s like thirty. And it’s no big deal but I don’t think I’ve ever gone out with an older woman, even though it’s only a eleven year difference. And she’s got like a good job and doesn’t do any blow, as far as I know that is. I hope not though because that would just destroy my illusions of how this girl is. I remember this one time back in high school shop class, I saw this cheerleader who really was like the goody two shoes kind of person and someone gave her a cig laced with PCP. The girl was fucking sweating her ass off looking round all paranoid and shit, until the teacher finally came up to her and asked if she was alright. The chick absolutely fucking flipped and started attacking the dude with a plastic protractor. After that her image was like shattered, and I hope this chicks image won’t be shattered like pore whatever her name was.” Santo just started laughing when he thought back to that day. He remembered that her friends were freaking out too and some people thought that she was possessed or something because she never touched drugs. “Well yeah, so I met these two that I’m probably going to call, and found out that a few more wanted to call me. So I was like fine whatever, I probably won’t pick up, but eh, I might be hammered one night and need a little bit of shake and bake. I don’t know what that means by Tailgate Nights were playing in the background at this party so that’s all I fuckin herd all night. Shake and bake, what a dumb ass nickname that was. Oh shit, I forgot to check who I’m facing this week in PWA. I’ll be right back.” No it was not necessary for him to type that last part, since it wasn’t like he was talking on the phone. Santo closed out that window for a moment and went to the site for PWA, where he knew this week’s event would be hyped up. Sure enough it was, and his eyes went wide when he saw it was on the front page. PWA went back to the Word document that he was writing it and furiously started to hammer on the keyboard. “Holy shit, I’m facing a chick! And it said that she was talking about being in the kitchen or something. Isn’t that what they usually are doing though? Fuck sake woman, talk about something new and original!” After the last word, it just cuts off, as Santo gets up from his computer and silently walks away with the scene fading. It might seem incomplete, but yes, that was his entry for the night. The scene starts up in the boiler room of the arena that Revolution will be held at. I am just sitting there in a chair just playing the match-up through my mind. I suddenly saw that red little light coming straight at me from the camera. I kind of shook myself out of my little trance. I smirked realizing that the camera wouldn’t be able to see it. “The art of competition is one that I love. While I do like a good match like everyone else, I love beating people senseless that much more. It is a feeling that I have felt before multiple times. However, this would be my first time feeling it here in the PWA. I want nothing more than that PWA Title around my waist just showing everyone in the business who is the best! I wouldn’t want it any other way. I know that I would be a champion that would lead by example. I wouldn’t be like our past champions. I wouldn’t sit around and cut a promo or have a match every pay-per-view. I would go out there each and every week and do what I have been doing my whole life, wrestling. Many people may doubt me because of my age. I can only say one thing to that… go ahead and doubt me. I proved myself once before in CMLL that the kid could hang with the best lucha libre’s in the business and I’ll prove that I can run with the big boys in the states as well. Star, you must have a little bit of insanity in you to think that you actually measure up to me. To think that you can run with me…pathetic, really. Enjoy what little time you have left around these parts…kiss your boyfriend goodnight…say goodbye to whatever friends you think you have. I’ll be saying goodbye to you, when I send you for a heaven sent and pin your unconscious body but I’m sure you’d love me on top. It’s going to be a pleasure rolling around in sweat with you Star, I’ll make it worthwhile for you. I’ll toy around with you and play nice at first before I treat you the way you were meant to be treated…like a bitch. When you look deep into my eyes on Monday, you are going to see nothing but a fire. That fire is the fire that is burning deep inside me causing my Adrenaline to run wild. When you look at me, you will be looking at perfection. And you will either love it, and fall madly in love with it, or you’ll hate it. It really doesn’t matter to me, because I win either way.” End scene. occ; This was a match rp for my caw. Rp limit was 1.5k. Edited by Edge, Jan 15 2012, 01:41 PM.
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