Post by James Peterson on May 19, 2016 9:57:22 GMT
NJFC CONTRACT: GUEST (TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT REPLACEMENT)
Character Information
Name: Dexter Love
Wrestling Name: Tragik
Nicknames: THE MAGNIFICENT, the Sexiest Man Alive, the Man Who Makes the World Sing, the World's Greatest Wrestling Journalist
Height: 5'9"
Weight: A very tubby 240
Age: 34
Hometown: Riverside, CA
Resides In:DrewAshe's Mom's House
Alignment: Heel
Brief Bio: Began as a wrestling journalist during the dot.com boom, became a hardcore champion.
Pro Debut: Oh good Lord...
Picture Base: Jack Black
Gimmick: A wrestling journalist.
Wrestling Information
Past Injuries: Only to his pride.
Wrestling Style: Comedic harcore
Wrestling Attire: A black singlet with a big golden arrow pointing towards his crotch.
Finishing Move:
- The Tragik-Plex: Tragik stomps his foot as if loading his boot...but then kicks his opponent in the groin! He then drives them down with a Spinning Fisherman's Buster
- The Last Line Dance: Tragik brings one of his nameless/faceless Asian valets into the ring, pulls out a bag of coke from her bikini, bends her over, places and then snorts said line of coke off her ass, and then hits his opponent with a superkick.
Signature Moves: (You have a maximum of three signature moves, that your character uses)
- Flying Elbow Drop - fat man doesn't have much of a leap, though, so his opponent basically has to be, like, right next to the turnbuckle.
- Lariat.......of DOOM!!
- Tragik-Shooter: A poorly applied sharpshooter
Common Moves: (You're allowed up to 15 here)
- Basically just kicks and punches. Eye gouges, eye pokes, low blows when he can.
Strengths: Sexiest Man Alive. Seriously. Like, he doesn't even need any others. He's THAT sexy.
Weaknesses: Tacos. Suck-jobs from the mom's of wrestlers. The fact that he loved a stupid-hot vampire but then had her killed right in front of him. Yeah. That sucked.
Allies: D.C. Wiland is his BFF!
Enemies: Just all the fathers and boyfriends of the bitches he steals.
Notable Accomplishments: The only (ONLY!) U-NI-FIEEEEEEEED! New Era Wrestling No F'n Rulz and Sin Wrestling Ultraviolence Champion. AND! The $50k Man.
Manager/Valet: N/A
Manager/Valet Picture Base:
Entrance Information
Entrance Theme: Thus Spake Zarathustra
Entrance Description: Its Time....
Its Time...
Its Tragik Time!
(Time...
...time...
time...)
"Thus Spake Zarathustra" hits the P.A. system as a golden beam of light flashes at the stage. The crowd grows silent as...yes...yes...YES! Tragik is here! Tragik is here! By gawd, Tragik is here!
Tragik, wearing a glittering golden robe, steps through the curtain, two nameless/faceless/but-totally-fucking-hot Asian chicks on his arms. Tragik takes in the crowd, a chant already taking over the building:
YOU'RE OUR HERO! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
YOU'RE OUR HERO! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
YOU'RE OUR HERO! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
Smiling, Tragik saunters his way down to the ring, stylin' and profilin', his hot-ass valets having only eyes for him. As he passes by, all the members of the crowd bow to his glory, continuing the chant. Approaching the ring, Tragik stops and gives both of his valets a smack on their jiggly ass, causing them to cover their mouths and giggle. The climb the apron, holding down the rope, allowing Tragik to...well...sorta ooze his way into the ring.
Once in the ring, Tragik takes a mic.
Tragik: Cut my music!
The sound engineer co-operates, of course, as they crowd becomes silent for their hero.
Tragik: I want all you athletic, trim, in-shaped Jew-fags to shut the hell up and let me show all your sweet-ass bitches see what a real man looks like!
Tragik then allows his hot-ass valets remove his robe as his music again hits, slowly revealing his hairy flab. He makes sure to swivel and wiggle, the fat glistening in the light.
And though they had been silent before, silent in awe, the crowd begins a new chant before the match begins:
THANK YOU, TRAGIK! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
THANK YOU, TRAGIK! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
THANK YOU, TRAGIK! ::CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP::
Entrance as Champion: Doubt it. What is above is as perfect as perfect can be.
Attire: (Are you wearing anything different in your entrance, an accessory, jacket, etc.)[/b] A golden robe with his name on it that he removes (sexily!)
