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The Black Circle Boys; Satan's favorite henchmen!
Topic Started: Jan 25 2013, 07:31 PM (95 Views)
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Your Name: Delaney
Your E-mail Address: deadhead4obama@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN: AIM -- not0ndrugs
Fed Experience (Meaning, which feds have you used this character in
before, if any): VXW/VWF, WILD, SPW, IGA, WBSW (active) -- hes a vet, wha chu wanna say? :-D
Fed Experience (your own characters you've handled, etc.): Tripp Skylark, Ryan FN Delaney, the Renegades, countless others. Currently running DERP.

Will you write?: SURE! One match, tops, and please check with me first, depends on my DERPness schedule honestly. Catch me on a off week, and I can write one if not two.



*DETAILS COUNT!!*
- WRESTLER #1 INFORMATION-
Name: "the Wolf" Lark Fenriz
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 190 lbs
Birthdate: 6/19/1975
Hometown: Cleveland, OH
Theme Music: "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom
Ring Entrance (nothing elaborate, remember it's a small, low-budget venue):

[The arena goes complete dark and falls utterly silent, as a spotlight shines on the ring announcer. As he speaks, fog begins to pour down the aisle, as seven blacklights seemingly appear and cast their eerie glow, creating a fun "OH SHIT, DUDE! YOUR SHIRT GLOWS!" conversation. As well as a "HEY, WHATS THAT STAIN THERE ON YER PANTS" conversation.]

RA: Coming to the ring... Standing just a few inches below _SEVEN FOOT_ and
weighing in just under _ONE HUNDRED NINETY POUNDS_... He's been reeking chaos and mass mayhem for over a decade now... Please welcome to the ring.....

_THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF_

_LAAAARRRRRKKKKK FEEEENNNRRRIIIZZZZZ_!

[Soon as the announcer's voice stops, _IT_ starts. _IT_ being "Hate Me!" by the Children of Bodom. The rapid fire ear piercing shrill of the guitar, the pounding of the double bass pedal.... Ah, it's heavy metal at it's finest: brutal _AND_ technically sound!]

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by demons in abodes of the dead
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

[Silently and almost mystically, the madman himself appears at the top of the ramp way. Wearing black pants, with a black muscle shirt on, Lark looks even PALER than normal. In fact, you'd swear his skin is GLOWING in the black light. He raises his arms, as the crowd lets loose a furious round of jeers.]

##_ I don't need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see

##_ Ain't got respect for humanity
##_ Never lived or wanted immortality
##_ The Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed
##_ You motherfuckas just leave me be
##_ Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!

[Taking his time walking down the aisle, Lark makes sure to stare _daggers_ into every fan he possibly can. Some fall silent instantly, scared they've angered the beast. Most though keeping on booing and try their best at hurling insults. Lark barely notices.]

##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by the demons in abodes of the end
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!


[He hits the ringside area, climbs aboard the ring apron and steps _over_ the top rope into the ring. Now smiling that demonic smile that's been haunting peoples nightmares for nearly ten years now, "the Wolf" stands in the center of the ring, again raising his arm, causing the volume to increase dramatically.]


##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise


##_ I don't give a fuck
##_ If you Hate Me!


[And on command, Lark drops his arms... and the lights come on instantly as Lark stalks his way over to a corner, taking a few moments to stretch out his apphendeges.]




Alignment and Personality: HEEL! Lark is a evil man. He likes wresetling because he an legally assault people. He's about total domination, and destruction, not so much about winning. With a very odd and unique point of view, Lark's a very violent, brutal beanstalk of a man, with a odd power of getting others to follow his lead.

Description: Lark may be nearly seven foot tall, but he's skinny as a flag pole, and abnormally strong. Most theories believe its a health condition, one that somehow has also left Lark incredibly pale and unable to feel pain, but Lark himself is mum on the subject. His head is shaved completely down to the scalp and usually only has a goatee for facial hair. No real tattoos, just scars after scars from ten years in the ring. Usually wears black jeans and black wifebeater while inring. Also often seen wearing a giant black robe.


History:

Started in wreslting almost a decade okay. Most notably in VWF(VXW), as well as SPW. Had the second longest World Title reign in VWF history. Was voted one of the Top 5 wrestlers in the world in 2005. Lately, Lark has mounted a 'comeback' in SPW and then in IGA, winning himself the IGW World Tag Team titles. However, IGA has gone by the way side, and Lark is now searching for a new home for his violent hobbies.

Fighting Style: Power striker

10-50 Maneuvers in Repertoire:

1. DDT (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
2. Suplex (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
3. Brainbusters (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
4. Powerbombs (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
5. Piledrivers (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
6. Atomic drop
7. Shoulder breaker
8. Swinging neckbreaker
9. Big Boot to the face!
10. Bulldog (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
11. Military Press Slam
12. Urange
13. Chokeslam
14. Full nelson
15. Chickenwing
16. Sleeper hold
17. Powerslams (Complex as they make em if you want. Lark's got the inring experience)
18. Any sort of cheating your mind can dream up -- Eye rakes, low blows, thumb to eye, fish hook, ANYTHING, let your mind go wild. Lark _IS_ the personification of evil, ya know :-D


2-5 Signature Moves:

1. German Suplex -- Can turn it into a rolling set of german suplex, or hold on for a bridging pin attempt. But overall, think VADER when you see Lark doing a German suplex in yer head Please YouTube it if you wanna be amused to watch jobbers fall on their heads :-D

2. Spinning death valley driver -- Ring around the rosey, ashes full of posey, achu, achu! We all fall _DOWN_!!! Yes, that's the song Lark sings in his head as he spins around until dropping said opponent on his head.

3. Military Press... THROW THE FUCKER INTO THE CROWD!!! -- Obviously used on the 'smaller' opponents, but Lark LOOOOOVESS a challenge!!! This is his idea of a 'meet and greet' with the fans :-D

4. Super choke slam -- Lark doesn't fly. He's not a damn bird. BUT, if someone tries to put him on the top rope for some sort of "super" move... Except Lark to just grip em up by the throat and show them what 'super' really means!


Primary Finisher and description:

Sammeal -- Reverse cruicifx powerbomb :-D

Set-up Move for Finisher: Rear face lock, can fake call for the end and hit a reverse DDT :-D


Your wrestler is most like what real wrestler?: Undertaker meets Raven


Three Strengths (Be as descriptive as you can):

1) Power -- With size comes strenght which results in power. Lark has size thus strenght thus _POWER_. He will throw little guys around like ragdolls (literally). He will try to lift even the BIGGEST of men because he likes a challenge and _WANTS_ to find out his limits. So far... he hasn't found a man he cannot powerslam.

2) _EVIL_! -- There is no low Lark will not sink to. No underhanded tactic he won't try to use to gain some sort of advantage or leverage over his opponent. Thus while some peoples morals and ethics get in the way of them acheiving success, Lark doesn't have that problem one bit so success comes easy.

3) Pain Tolerance -- Yea, I know. Cliche as a mofo right? Whatever. Lark _IS_ the stereotype, so deal with it. Or something. Either way, Lark understands pain is a mental problem. If you believe very firmly pain exists but doesnt matter, then even though one may feel it, it becomes numb. Lark has these type of mental abilities. :-D


Three Weaknesses (Be as descriptive as you can):

1) Pride -- Lark is a very traditional (read: old fashioned and out of date) when it comes to certain cultural customs and routines. He hates to admit he was wrong, refusing to acknowledge failure and will stay committed to a dying cause even when everyone else bails because thats what you do f you really beleive in something: you give your life for it.

2) Insatiable thirst for revenge -- While revenge does taste sweet and it is extremely personally self gratifying, it DOESN"T always lend itself to succeeding in the overall scheme of things. It's not unusual for Lark to, say, cost himself a match via DQ because HE felt the need to split his opponents head wide open for a past transgression. While Lark's happy he pelted a guy in the head, he didn't win the match.

3) Karma -- When you do evil, horrible things to others, karma fights back and tries to make your life a living hell. It's the reason the bad guys never win in cartoons... or in real life for that matter. Karma _IS_ a bitch, no argueing there. Thus, as Lark racks up more bad karma that most in a year on the daily, its not surpising karma comes back and bites him in the ass.




- WRESTLER #2 INFORMATION-
Name: Shawn Ryder
Height: 6'4
Weight: 240 lbs
Birthdate: 1/15/1988
Hometown: Akron, OH
Theme Music: "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom
Ring Entrance (nothing elaborate, remember it's a small, low-budget venue):

[The arena goes complete dark and falls utterly silent, as a spotlight shines on the ring announcer. As he speaks, fog begins to pour down the aisle, as seven blacklights seemingly appear and cast their eerie glow, creating a fun "OH SHIT, DUDE! YOUR SHIRT GLOWS!" conversation. As well as a "HEY, WHATS THAT STAIN THERE ON YER PANTS" conversation.]

RA: Coming to the ring... Standing at a towering SIX FOOT FOUR INCHES tall and
weighing in at TWO HUNDRED FORTY POUNDS... His heart is frozen solid, his blood cold as ice. Please welcome to the ring....


....."THIRTY BELOW" SSSSHHHHAAAAAWWWWWWNNN RRRRYYYYDDEEERRRR!

[Soon as the announcer's voice stops, _IT_ starts. _IT_ being "Hate Me!" by the Children of Bodom. The rapid fire ear piercing shrill of the guitar, the pounding of the double bass pedal.... Ah, it's heavy metal at it's finest: brutal _AND_ technically sound!]

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by demons in abodes of the dead
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

[With some authortiy, Shawn barges his way through the curtain, instantly being showered in a chorus of boo's. Shawn just smirks, and begins his march towards the ring, completley ignoring all those at ringside.]

##_ I don't need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see

##_ Ain't got respect for humanity
##_ Never lived or wanted immortality
##_ The Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed
##_ You motherfuckas just leave me be
##_ Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!

[Despite not being loved, Shawn doesn't enter the ring right away. Instead he chooses to take a lap around ringside, eyes glowing with hatred. He flexes his taped his fists, and rolls his neck around, stretching out a bit while on his march.]

##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by the demons in abodes of the end
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!


[Having completed his lap, Shawn rolls under neath the bottom rope and stands in the ring. Still paying no attention to his surroundings, Shawn begins to pull and tug on the top rope, doing all he can to get nice and limber.]


##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise


##_ I don't give a fuck
##_ If you Hate Me!


[Having successfully stretched himself out, Shawn looks well prepared for war.]



Alignment and Personality: HEEL! Shawn is a quiet brute, not sure what to do with himself now that his playing days are over. Like most exfootball players, if they're athletic enough, a crossover into professional wrestling isn't that much of a stretch. He's not necessarily 'mean' or 'evil', but a firm believer in the ends justifying the means, no matter what.

Description: Shawn has shoulder length brown hair and average complexion. A bit tall, but also a bit fat, he sorta resembles an evil troll. Typically sporting black jeans and a black t-shirt, Shawn could be considered your average metalhead.

History:

Shawn met Lark in SPW. Lark instantly became his mentor and the two have been insperatable since. While Lark did venture in IGA without Shawn at his side, it was only because Shawn wasn't 'ready.' With a few more months of training under his breath, Shawn is more than ready to stand side by side with "the Wolf" and reek havoc across the land.




Fighting Style: Power brawler

10-30 Maneuvers in Repetoire:

Scoop powerslam
Jumping Elbow Drop
Military press slam
Scoop slam
Pullup piledriver
Multiple suplex variations: Dragon, German, Half nelson, Head and arm, Overhead belly to belly, T-Bone Suplex, Tiger -- sometimes from the top rope,
Roaring elbow
Knee lift
Hip check
Headbutt


2-5 Signature Moves:

Leaping shoulder block
Slug fest (two chairs, in the ring, let's see who punches harder)


Primary Finisher and description:

Frostbite -- Elevated cradle neckbreaker
In this variation of a Muscle Buster, which focuses more of the attack on the neck, a wrestler holds his or her opponent upside-down, with both legs hooked and with the back of the opponent's neck against the wrestler's shoulder and then drops to a kneeling or sitting position so that the opponent’s neck hits against the shoulder. It is usually performed against an opponent who is sitting on the top turnbuckle.

Set-up Move for Finisher: Irish whip into corner, places opponent on top rope.

Your wrestler is most like what real wrestler? Kevin Steen

Three Strengths (Be as descriptive as you can):

1) Strength -- Shawn is a BRUTE. He's been playing football is grade school and quickly found himself addicted to weight lifting. While some say he may be better suited for strongmna competitions, Shawn feels wrestling offers much more of a reward for its success.

2) Pain tolerance -- Shawn is one of those weirdo people that just doesn't seem to feel pain. OR, if he does, he simply doesn't care. Either way, Shawn's pain tolerance is inspiring and downright frightening. He is not the type of man to shy away from a painful risk, especially if it means conquering some sort of challenge (ie, games such as bloody knuckles or fire extinquisher)

3) Desire to win -- Shawn _CRAVES_ winning. In his playing days in high schoool, his time ALWAYS won the local division championship and made decent attempts at securing state and national titles. Same in college. Shawn is just USED to winning and wants to do NOTHING but continue his winning ways! While this might mean some questionable tactics being used to secure said victory, to Shawn, a victory is a victory is a VICTORY!


Three Weaknesses (Be as descriptive as you can):

1) Experience -- While Shawn is a naturally gifted athlete and his has been in trainining for almost two years now, the only time Shawn has saw real live action inside the ring was his brief three month stay in SPW before it closed its door. THUS, he is very green inside the ring and very prone to making rookie mistakes at times still.

2) Not a leader -- One issue that has seem to dog Shawn most of his life is the lack of leadership abilities. It could be said that Shawn is the perfect soldier. He'll do what he is told without asking much questions, he's just pleased he's got a direction to head in. This can become a big issue in the world of wrestling when sometimes you gotta think for yourselves, not havign time to worry about what someone ELSE wants you to do.

3) Speed -- There was a reason Shawn was picked to be a lineman in football. Not only his size, but his LACK of speed. Shawn is a slow, careful creature that methodically picks apart his opponents and paces himself. This may be by 'choice' in Shawns' mind but reality is he couldn't keep a match fast paced if he TRIED. This DOES NOT mean Shawn lacks ENDURANCE or STAMINA. He jsut simply cannot run the mile under ten minutes, while I am sure there are some that can do it in just MINTUES.





TEAM APP:

Team Name: Black Circle Boys
Combined Weight: 420 pounds
Team History: Worked together in SPW, as the Soul Death Society. Lark's been trianing Shawn ever since, and have deemed themselves ready for tag team glory under the name "BLACK CIRCLE BOYS"


Wrestles Most like: Road Warriors

Team Combination Moves:

1.Powerbomb/diving legdrop combination -- Typically, Lark tags Shawn in. Then Fenriz executes powerbomb, as Shawn enters ring with middle rope leg drop.

2. Flapjack/Cutter combination -- Fenriz sends him high with the flapjack, Ryder drops him with a nasty cutter!

3. Wheelbarrow facebuster/cutter combination -- Fenriz lifts 'em up for the wheelbarrow facebuster, as Ryder drops 'em with a 3/4 facelock cutter!

4. Backbreaker hold, top-rope legdrop combination -- Fenriz hits the backbreaker, Ryder his the legdrop.

5. Bearhug hold, superkick, jackknife pin combination -- Ferniz applies bear hug while Ryder executes a superkick to the face of the opponent. The opponent would fall backwards, and Fenriz applying the bearhug would roll forward with their momentum, flipping over into a bridge position, holding both legs and ending up in a Jackknife pinning position!

6. Lariat, running chop block combination

7. Legsweep/Spinning heel kick combination -- both wrestlers stand facing a standing opponent before Saturn executes a spinning leg sweep to the back of the opponent's legs, and Kronus executes a spinning heel-kick towards the opponent simultaneously, knocking the opponent backwards.



Team Finisher:

Black Circle Cutter: one wrestler (Shawn Ryder) hoists the opponent on their shoulders so that they are facing in the same direction in what is known as the electric chair position, while another wrestler (Lark Fenriz) climbs the ring post to the top turnbuckle and delivers a flying elevated cutter!



Team Entrance:



[The arena goes complete dark and falls utterly silent, as a spotlight shines on the ring announcer. As he speaks, fog begins to pour down the aisle, as seven blacklights seemingly appear and cast their eerie glow, creating a fun "OH SHIT, DUDE! YOUR SHIRT GLOWS!" conversation. As well as a "HEY, WHATS THAT STAIN THERE ON YER PANTS" conversation.]

RA: Coming to the ring... At a combined weight of nearly FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS... They are 'evil incarnate' and 'Satan's Pride'..... Please weclome to the ring "THIRTY BELOW" SHAWN RYDER and his master and mentor "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ! They are....


.....THE BLACK CIRCLE BOYS!!!

[Soon as the announcer's voice stops, _IT_ starts. _IT_ being "Hate Me!" by the Children of Bodom. The rapid fire ear piercing shrill of the guitar, the pounding of the double bass pedal.... Ah, it's heavy metal at it's finest: brutal _AND_ technically sound!]

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by demons in abodes of the dead
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

[Silently and almost mystically, the madman himself appears at the top of the ramp way. Wearing black pants, with a black muscle shirt on, Lark looks even PALER than normal. In fact, you'd swear his skin is GLOWING in the black light. He raises his arms, as the crowd lets loose a furious round of jeers. With some authortiy, Shawn barges his way through the curtain, instantly being showered in a chorus of boo's. Shawn just smirks, and begins his march towards the ring, completley ignoring all those at ringside.]

##_ I don't need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see

##_ Ain't got respect for humanity
##_ Never lived or wanted immortality
##_ The Reaper's shadow I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Every day I'm being battered up until I bleed
##_ You motherfuckas just leave me be
##_ Ya could never give me cure for the pain I feel inside

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!

[Taking his time walking down the aisle, Lark makes sure to stare _daggers_ into every fan he possibly can. Some fall silent instantly, scared they've angered the beast. Most though keeping on booing and try their best at hurling insults. Lark barely notices. Despite not being loved, Shawn doesn't enter the ring right away. Instead he chooses to take a lap around ringside, eyes glowing with hatred. He flexes his taped his fists, and rolls his neck around, stretching out a bit while on his march.]

##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise

##_ I was born in ashes of molten hatred
##_ Raised by the demons in abodes of the end
##_ The Reaper's scythe I fall upon to obscure my path
##_ Wrecked by mangled wounds of life
##_ I have become the resurrection of the Evil one
##_ Y'know that I don't fucking care if I live or die

##_ I need a bishop preaching fire
##_ to get away with my sins
##_ I despise everything I see
##_ I don't give a fuck if ya HATE ME!


[Having completed his lap, Shawn rolls under neath the bottom rope and stands in the ring. Still paying no attention to his surroundings, Shawn begins to pull and tug on the top rope, doing all he can to get nice and limber. Lark hits the ringside area, climbs aboard the ring apron and steps _over_ the top rope into the ring. Now smiling that demonic smile that's been haunting peoples nightmares for nearly ten years now, "the Wolf" stands in the center of the ring, again raising his arm, causing the volume to increase dramatically.]


##_ Led by the Reaper I walk in the night
##_ Show me the way to yer kingdom come

##_ I believe in armageddon,
##_ I've been baptized in alcohol
##_ Embodiment of Antichrist
##_ I'm living for my own demise


##_ I don't give a fuck
##_ If you Hate Me!


[And on command, Lark drops his arms... and the lights come on instantly as Lark stalks his way over to a corner, taking a few moments to stretch out his apphendeges. Having successfully stretched himself out already, Shawn looks well prepared for war.]
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