Post by richard on Sept 13, 2011 21:47:47 GMT -5
Superstar: Richard Dweck Title Holder: King/Champ of Controversey Current Match Record (Win/Loss/Draw) (0-0-0) Date of Debut: 9/13/11 Finishers: Rick Kick(Super Kick), Powned/Total Ownage of noobs(RKO), Victory is mine (cross body followed by a pin), Amazingly Awezome Attack(Reality Check), Face Palm(full nelson face buster), Ultimate Demise(Walls of Jericho), Jersey Jump( jumping high knee strike, evan bourne style) Alignment: Tweener Weight: 173 lbs. Height: 5'6" Hometown: New Jersey Theme Music: "Without Me" - Eminem ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
Did someone recommend SNME to you?
What level do your roleplay at? (Main Event, Mid-Card, Lower Card)
I'll work my way up, I"m ussually upper mid carder but that comes with time, I believe nothing is owed to anyone, you earn everything you get.
Are you dedicated to roleplay when you are booked?
hell yes.
Sample Roleplay:
Air Bourne voiceover monologue:
I risked my shot. I could’ve climbed the ladder and won but I took the risk and connected a shooting star press. I still work for WWE and that was on par with the 3 Air Bourne’s I’ve hit in ladder matches, making it my 5th and 3rd from a ladder. I risked the match to be a dare devil and although it lit up the highlight reel.
It was a stupid stunt, an epic stunt but a very stupid stunt nonetheless. For 11 years I’ve busted my rear for a world championship shot and I risk it all to go Air Bourne off a 25ft ladder. I pride myself on not being a spot monkey but that was the nail in the coffin for critics. Am I disappointed in myself? Hell yes but I’m not gonna let it get to me, I never do. I’m gonna get back up, dust myself up and keep scaling that ladder until I reach the glass ceiling, kick it open figuratively and grasp the most prestigious brass ring of WEW history.
I suffered my first loss a PPV. Some may say that’s career debilitating but I disagree, in retrospect it took me a whole entire MONTH to get my first loss and believe me I’ll be the first to tell you I’m no superman, I am a workhorse, I am a fighter, I am a contender, I am an optimist, I am aerodynamic aerialist I a sound ground tenured technician. I am an opportunist. I am a martial artist. I am gymnast. I am a protagonist. I am a professional wrestler. I am an entertainer. I am a superstar. I am born to win and I will seize the moment.
At the PPV I sparked a rivalry with Chance Rugani. Chance could be easily described as asshole. I don’t commend his personality nor his actions but the guy can get it done in the ring. This match could make or break my career here. I am aware that our match is a tables match but I DON’T want to go extreme and all out with tables and stunts off high height locations, I wanna leave it all in the ring. I want to lock up and go hold for hold with Chance. I want to stand toe-to-toe and face-to-face as larger than life superstars and trade stiff striking attacks and kungfu kicks. I want to trade submission and pinning maneuvers, I want to do some matrix stuff with evasions and dodges and backflips and back rolls and leap frogs and sidesteps. I want to actually wrestle and take him down with some amateur wrestling, some judo take downs, some lucha libre cruiserweight tricks. I want to soar in the air with him and into him. I want to be on par for hitting all my 142 moves in my arsenal. I want to attempt to dodge, duck, sidestep and reverse every one of his 13 moves in his move-set. I want to take to the outside, dive off the barricade, dive off of the steel steps, jump off the ring apron, dive off of the announce tables, hit a shooting star press on the announce table 15 feet away by diving off the turnbuckle, I want to fight up in the ramp and aisle and high-five fans after each time I knock Chance off his feet. I want to have a bare-knuckle brawl all the way up to the stage, climb the top of the tron and dive off and hit an Air Bourne, or set a ladder up on the titantron and put a chair underneath me as a cushion as I dive off with a leg drop. I want to fight in the Gorillahead, in the locker room, in the showers, slam each other’s faces into the lockers, I could dive off the lockers or the bench in front of them, or we can trade blows whilst standing on the benches or we could brawl in the hallways of the arena or the fan area, food courts and ticket stands and merchandise tables. What if we go back to the arena through the crowd and fight eachother from the nose bleeds back to ring side. Maybe could fight in the parking lot, maybe climb up some buildings and attempt to murder eachother, or fight on a train station, in a Starbucks, 7-11 maybe hit with a slushy or slurpee. Then when the dust settles I could roll him back into the ring, set him up on two tables stacked up then ascend the turnbuckle and go Air Bourne for the win. Maybe set a ladder up and jump from the turnbuckle to the ladder and execute a 450 or corkscrew moonsault and crash through Chance and the tables. Maybe I can ground and pound his face in after the match until his face resembles a mud mask of blood. I can’t guarantee these insane spots. All the precedent participants of extreme matches like these could never determine what they would exactly do. I just have to avoid botching or making a mistake or my career could be over or severely jeopardized. Jeff Hardy has that restless leg syndrome and extreme back pains. Edge has Cervical spinal stenosis. Christopher Daniels shouldn’t even be alive right now with the injuries he’s sustained throughout his career. I’ve been lucky, I’ve had only minor injuries with my knee and ankle and a torn rotator cuff. I’d like to say I am confident and fearless going into this match but I am NOT. The fans may enjoy witnessing these awe-inspiring and history making stunts but what we have to endure tonight is indescribable and the thick chance that we may scrape our carcass off the ground, dust ourselves off and live to see another day just shows you how vital this stipulation is. Trust me when I say it does not get any more real than this. Trust me when I say this is the ultimate sacrifice and trust me when I garun-damn-fucking-tee that I WILL put it all on the line for that brass ring called the world title.
Highlight reel:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1zVGkreJbc
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ma5eFLDVrRU
Voice over monologue part 2:
I’ve been in this business for 11 out of 28 years in my life
I’ve won, I’ve lost, I’ve even taken a few opponents to the limit and we ran out of time in a stalemate draw.
I have received 12 accolades.
I’ve smiled, I’ve grinned, I’ve smirked with joy and confidence.
I’ve wept tears of joy and tears of anguish.
I’ve bravely stood up in the face of danger.
I’ve kept my cool and confidence around haters, naysayers and critics.
I’ve welcome supporters and followers with open arms.
I’ve made friends and allies
I’ve made enemies and rivals.
I’ve shed blood, sweat and tears.
I’ve held a championship for 365 days.
I’ve put over many performers who were less talented then myself.
I’ve been put over many performers who are more talented then myself.
I’ve gone my entire career rising above the fact that my stature will hold me back.
I’ve refused to be overlooked
I’ve silenced most if not all my detractors and I will keep on doing so until the day I die.
I’ve refused to give in, quit, tap out, say uncle. I’ve never said die and I never will.
I’ve been aware that I am destined for greatness but I’ve never banked on that fact.
I’ve NEVER slacked off, I’ve never given less than 150 percent and I NEVER will.
I’ve lost my temperament before.
I’ve gotten cocky before.
I’ve got emotions, feelings and morals.
I’ve shown a superhuman prowess when I am just the latter of that word, human.
“ I’ve failed more than I have succeeded and that is the one fact that I have had to live through my entire
career BUT I would NEVER have it any other way. Every year I’ve gotten older, bolder and the more I carry that weight on my shoulders the more I am able to push myself to work 50 times harder than any worker in this company, industry and business. I do not do this for my name up in lights, I do not do this for anybody else, I do this because I love it, because I excel at it and I am damn proud of who I am today! “
“ Chance, you can brag and boast with all the braggadocios and blunt banter that you spew out of your narcissistic thoughts but there is one thing you will not do EVER and that is overlook me. I am not your launching pad, I am not a stepping stone in your career. I am a BARRIER, I am an ultimatum that you have to give all you’ve got to take me down and I promise I will not go through a table not now and not ever!!!!!”
“It makes me sick that punks like you get chances and opportunities when nice guys like me finish last.
Performers like myself who take the high roads and play by the rules all for that once shot. The fact that punks you get to smash through the glass ceiling by means of foul play makes my blood boil and I’ll be damned if you get past me. I know you hide behind a smug smirk and your hot topic brand clothes. I know that you beat to your own drum and I admire that I do but you crossed the line, you attempted to hurt a FEMALE. You attempted to physically dismantle a helpless human being for your sick and selfish reasons.
Monologue # 3.
In our match, I’ll glare at you with some much contempt you’ll be smelling daisies. In our bout, I will hit you so hard you’ll cry. I’ll kick you with such a rampage of roundhouses that even I will get tired. I will take you to the mat with technical takedowns and out wrestle you move for move in catch-hand and mat technique. I will make you believe what you don’t want to see and for the rest of your life you will answer to me because I am what I say I am, I do what I say I am going to do and I defy the odds by defying the laws of psychics. I am a human wrecking ball, I am quicker then sound, speed and light and I am stronger than you in terms of bravery, heart, soul and determination. I am more energetic then ever because I am . . . .
Evan “Air” Bourne!
Chapter 1: training.
Left-right, left-right, up the treadmill at an accelerated pace while I listen to my country music.
Lifting weights to tighten the biceps as I grunt with each lift with an intense fire in my eyes.
I stand in front of the bag and I pound and boot it repeatedly, moving it across the rope every 5 minutes.
I do stretches, loosening my limbs and cooling down. I chug my Gatorade and get back to work. I walk up to the black mat, I hop up and down on it and bounce around then I tuck and roll forward with a somersault.
I backflip and in process of doing so I touch the sides of my shoes. I front flip then cartwheel, handspring & back handspring then I do a leap frog while splitting in mid-air like one of my idols RVD. I duck down and do a split legged split just like RVD. I sprint back and forth across the mat and touch each side for an hour.
Next I go for a jog around the inside and outside of the FCW building. I get back inside and head to the ring. Ricky Steamboat stands in the ring, he waves to me and nonchalantly motions for me to get in the squared circle. I shrug and jet forward dashing and sliding through the bottom rope, I rise and lift off my black sleeveless shirt and toss it to the edge of the ring beneath the bottom black ring rope. I stand hunched over with my arms to the side and my upper body outward while smirking a devilish grin at The Dragon.
Ricky Steamboat:
Ding-Ding
We lock up and travel around the ring at a slow pace, he powers me against the nearest turnbuckle and rears back going for a chest chop but I sidestep out of it and imitate a few chest chops not connecting at all, Ricky imitates how well he would sell them, I imitate how I would hit a back elbow attack next and he drops to seated position even though I didn’t actually connect then he murmurs for me to “do it”. Aware of his better judgment I step backward, I scream a high-pitched war cry then I sprint forward and connect the gun-packet low cannonball dropkick to jaw. Wow he’s selling it perfectly, wait! Oh no-oh-no-oh-no.
{ Evan drops down to check on him and places his ear down on his heart, he thinks he might of heard a breathe but before he can do so, Ricky attaches a headscissors submission, sits up and smirks with an “A-ha, you fell for it young grasshopper.” look on his face. Evan has a sheepish but relieved facial expression. }
{ Evan escapes the tight leg lock around his neck with a kip up then he stares down a seated Steamboat with a smirk while standing in a martial arts stance. He salutes into a peace sign then extends his arm and helps his hero up to a standing position. Ricky gives Evan/Matt an inspirational speech about his match.}
Ricky Steamboat:
You don’t become a legend, you are a legend. I was a workhorse like you when I stepped in that ring, I left nobody unscarred, I am known to many as a highflier but in retrospect I could do it all and I did it all.
Chris Jericho, Rey Mysterio, you and myself all have one thing in common, not our stature but our hearts and our abilities. I had my ultimate match with Randy Savage, Rey Mysterio had his at the Rumble, Jericho had his against Stone Cold and Rocky. You have yet to have yours but I’ll you one thing, tonight is the night for you young man. You are in a dangerous match and this is make it or break time and I am confident that
you will not break, I’m not wrong- am I Matthew?
Matt/Evan:
No your not wrong, Mr. Steamboat.
Ricky Steamboat:
God-damn it, call me Ricky already.
No need to be so formal all the time!
Matt/Evan:
I’m sorry.
Ricky Steamboat:
Don’t sweat it kid, just stop being such a pushover, get a backbone and balls. You have guts kid but you NEED that glory, you’re 28 time is ticking. Triple H once said if you are not in this business for the world championship then go home and Matt, Evan, Lance whatever your name is, you-are- NOT going home, kid.
Evan/Matt:
For sure, Rick.
Ricky Steamboat:
Ricky!
Chapter 2: Arrival at Colorado.
Matt, steps out of the baby face bus and a brigade of fans root for him upon his arrival. He raises a peace sign then high fives each and every single one of the fans. Matt then raises twin peace signs and heads into the Pepsi arena. Matt walks through the halls and out to the stands, he sits in the middle row, cups his hands together under his chin and sighs. This match could do it, it could truly propel him to the top of his career.
Matt buries his hands in his face and then wipes most of the sweat away. He pulls out two pictures from his wallet that was in his pocket all day. Two pictures of him at age 17, over a decade latter, he’s in a tables match. It’s hard for him to even imagine how he’s grown up since then, he feels like he is that young kid once again. He glimpses through his 11 year career and his entire life around that time. This is MY chance he realizes. This is MY spot he realizes and announces loudly
“ THIS IS MY MOMENT AND I WILL NOT GIVE UP!“
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Thank goodness nobody heard that.
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