Post by Santino Marella on Oct 31, 2009 13:39:01 GMT -6
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Superstar's Name:Santino Marella
Superstar's Nicknames:"The Milan Miracle"
Entrance Theme:"La Vittoria รจ Mia (Victory Is Mine)" by Jim Johnston
Height:5 ft 10 in
Weight:227 lb
Finisher(s):Diving headbutt while saluting
Snap swinging neckbreaker
Other Favorite Moves (At least 3):
1.Jawbreaker
2.STO
3.Power of the Punch
Sample RP (This may be one from another fed if you would like. Links to it are fine. If you already are someone else on here and looking for another character, just say who you are so you do not have to post another one):
The arena lights go out and the crowd give a mixed reaction as they unsure who it is or as to what is going on. The titantron then lights up as static as muffles for a few moments before the picture settles on the XCW logo. Then the camera turns on and we're in a dark room, with little light so we can barely see nothing at all. The sound, however, quite different. We hear foot steps which in much cases, could mean a lot. It means somebody is obviously in this dark room. It means we're not alone. Then, the light switches on and we can tell that the camera is pointing towards the floor. How? We feet two very large boots come across and stop. The person in these boots is facing forward now, and it's especially intimidating at the moment since we're not even sure where we're at, or who this person is.
A Voice
"Went in to sign my contract the other night. Had a lot of stares, a lot of double glances. People not even sure of if they saw what they really did see with their own two eyes. Me. In this way, in these clothes, with this attitude. But of course there are reasons for that. You see boy, there has to come a time for when a wrestler has to break out. And then there comes a time for when those break out superstars are getting locked in a cage like some lost puppy because of the backstage politics, because of high demand. Well, XCW promises me that there are no backstage politics. And the day for that high demand is over. I've lived through a phase of my life listening to the high demand of you fans and I've taken every order from you guys that I can take. I've done this for you people to make you proud, happy, to make you cheer and live life just a little bit better than your mediocre life. I've ignored my needs and wants to give you YOUR wants, and I think it's time - No, I know it's time for me to put my foot down and start living life the way I want to"
That voice sounds awfully familiar. After those last words the camera begins to pan up just a little. We notice black jeans on the way up... Then up further... A black shirt with some kind of reddish logo in the middle, but we can't make it out yet because we're simply too close. The image is too big for us to make out. We then zoom out and we can see it's a pretty cool image of .. A devil's head? Could it be? The camera stops before it moves above the persons head, and he begins to speak again.
A Voice
"Now you see. High demand - the fans all wanted to see it. The fans got it. The fans saw me again as the person that I once was a long time ago. But what they saw was a fake. You saw me dressing up in my old clothes, you saw me coming out to the old tune but the man inside, was a different person. I was very much alive and only entertaining you fools. Time for being entertained is now over. You want entertained you take your ass to a circus, because I'm through with your high demands. What about mine? What about my respect, my glory, my titles, my wins, what about me? You people never even stopped to think about me once now did you? Now don't go getting yourself teary eyed, I'm not heart broken, I'm not even damn near surprised. It's what you people do and I've learned that over the decade plus I've been in this business. You people don't care about the needs of the wrestlers and you know what I call that? Lack of Respect. And let me be the first to tell 'ya, that when I'm disrespected.. Bad things happen"
The camera pans up again and now we see it, we see him. Complete with banana, short hair and goatee. And of course who could forget that mean looking smirk? It's none other than The Undertaker!
The Undertaker
"As I was sayin'... When I am disrespected, bad things happen. Women cry, men get hurt, those fools who test me are destroyed. I had a mission years ago to right all the wrongs. Those who didn't respect The Undertaker, respected him after I shoved my boot straight clear up their ass. Those who spat in the face of the most sadistic man in this business went for their last ride and just before they shut their eyes for the final time that night, just before they were stretchered out... They looked up to me and they said "Taker....... Taker I respect you." .. And I damn well knew that I had a thing going. I realized that I didn't have to put on a black hat, black coat and come out in the dark. I realized I didn't need to hear cheers from the fans out in the crowd. I realized I could succeed in this business just as well if not better by just being the one thing that I always wanted to be...... Myself. Sick, Sadistic, and demanding things of his own. Demanding RESPECT. It worked before and now here in XCW it's going to work again, but unlike last time it won't end until everyone respects me. And respect is a funny word when it comes to my next opponents, because the men simply have no respect for anything. Randy Orton and Shawn Michaels. That's going to change. And it's going to change real quick, boys"
The Undertaker looks to the side and he grins that sadistic grin again, and walks towards some sort of table. There's a sheet on the table but you can tell there's something under it.. Undertaker lifts the sheet off the table and .. Oh my God, it's a dead body! The camera pans away a little and we now see this room is filled with those kind of "tables", in fact, it's a morgue.
The Undertaker
"Now before you guys get confused let me explain. Under the circumstances of being The Deadman, this is the place I'd most likely come to if I wanted to voice out my opinions on my opponent. But as I've said earlier The Deadman isn't here, The Deadman is gone. Big Evil has taken over and what you see is exactly what you get. But there's a reason The Deadman would come here. There's a reason for everything really. That's why there's a reason for Big Evil, the Red Devil, The sadistic man known as The Undertaker is here in a morgue. You think it's because of a dead body? Nah, it's not that. Though I will admit, the feeling I get when I'm surrounded by all these dead people... It's a good feeling. I'm not scared of being around dead people, I've been around them all my life. I'm not some sick necrophilia freak either, but the fact that I'm the only one standing in a room filled with dead guys shows just how I want things to be. With everyone flat on their back knowing their own role in life. And letting me stand tall as the only person alive. The only person that matters. I can pretty safely say that...Michaels, Orton, you are going to get used to laying like this after having a fight with me at Vengeance"
Taker covers the person up and moves over to the spot where they store dead bodies in the wall. Taker opens one up just like it's some sort of filing cabinet he can snoop in. He uncovers the body and it appears to be a young male with a bullet hole in his chest
The Undertaker
"You see, boys...laying flat on your back, motionless, nothing left to say...those are the common symptoms of either two things. A, you're dead. Or B, you've just battled it out with The Undertaker,and lost. Unfortunately for you two, whether it's A or B. But because you've crossed paths with the meanest dog on the block. And this dog isn't having a very good day, not today, not ever. So you best either get ready for the beating of your career, boy...or get ready to back away like the scum you two are. But you see, now I'm just rambling about the things that are just so obvious to any smart human being, or any sick son of a bitch like myself. I will end you two, there's no doubt about that. But the point is very simple, and I will make that clear"
Taker walks away from the dead male and walks over to another table lifting the sheet off, looking down at the body with no emotion at all at a female body now
The Undertaker
"Orton, you claim we are in the Age of Orton, whatever the hell that means. Personally boy, I still think it's you pretending to be something you're not just for the sake of some attention. But no reason to break into that now is there? The question I have for you is why the hell you think you're some wrestling legend? Your father, "Cowboy" Bob Orton wasn't shit and neither are you!"
Taker walks to yet another table with a dead body on it but he doesn't even think about lifting the sheet. Instead Taker smirks evilly and looks to the left, at the camera
The Undertaker
"Perhaps... You should think about that Orton. Maybe even change your profession before anything too bad happens. 'Cause I'll tell you this boy, I have no problem disrespecting the people who disrespect me back... And you're one of those kinds of people"
Taker looks in front of him and in a very sick move, he kicks the table over with the dead body on it!
The Undertaker
"Now that poor person didn't have a chance to respect me before he did the deed of dying. You my friend, Shawn Michaels, you're different. Because before I lay you to rest on Vengeance and send YOU for your last ride, son. You're going to be like all those opponents I destroyed years ago. I'm awaiting that moment Michaels. I'm waiting for you to tell me you respect me, like Orton. Oh and believe me Michaels and Orton...YOU WILL RESPECT ME!"
The Undertaker lets out a sadistic laugh and then walks out of the camera's view. The lights then turn off and the camera turns off as well. The scene fades away with the sound of the crowd booing
OOC Information (Optional)-
Name:Jake
Age:15
E-Fed Experiance:2
How You Found Us:Aarons top Efeds
Superstar's Name:Santino Marella
Superstar's Nicknames:"The Milan Miracle"
Entrance Theme:"La Vittoria รจ Mia (Victory Is Mine)" by Jim Johnston
Height:5 ft 10 in
Weight:227 lb
Finisher(s):Diving headbutt while saluting
Snap swinging neckbreaker
Other Favorite Moves (At least 3):
1.Jawbreaker
2.STO
3.Power of the Punch
Sample RP (This may be one from another fed if you would like. Links to it are fine. If you already are someone else on here and looking for another character, just say who you are so you do not have to post another one):
The arena lights go out and the crowd give a mixed reaction as they unsure who it is or as to what is going on. The titantron then lights up as static as muffles for a few moments before the picture settles on the XCW logo. Then the camera turns on and we're in a dark room, with little light so we can barely see nothing at all. The sound, however, quite different. We hear foot steps which in much cases, could mean a lot. It means somebody is obviously in this dark room. It means we're not alone. Then, the light switches on and we can tell that the camera is pointing towards the floor. How? We feet two very large boots come across and stop. The person in these boots is facing forward now, and it's especially intimidating at the moment since we're not even sure where we're at, or who this person is.
A Voice
"Went in to sign my contract the other night. Had a lot of stares, a lot of double glances. People not even sure of if they saw what they really did see with their own two eyes. Me. In this way, in these clothes, with this attitude. But of course there are reasons for that. You see boy, there has to come a time for when a wrestler has to break out. And then there comes a time for when those break out superstars are getting locked in a cage like some lost puppy because of the backstage politics, because of high demand. Well, XCW promises me that there are no backstage politics. And the day for that high demand is over. I've lived through a phase of my life listening to the high demand of you fans and I've taken every order from you guys that I can take. I've done this for you people to make you proud, happy, to make you cheer and live life just a little bit better than your mediocre life. I've ignored my needs and wants to give you YOUR wants, and I think it's time - No, I know it's time for me to put my foot down and start living life the way I want to"
That voice sounds awfully familiar. After those last words the camera begins to pan up just a little. We notice black jeans on the way up... Then up further... A black shirt with some kind of reddish logo in the middle, but we can't make it out yet because we're simply too close. The image is too big for us to make out. We then zoom out and we can see it's a pretty cool image of .. A devil's head? Could it be? The camera stops before it moves above the persons head, and he begins to speak again.
A Voice
"Now you see. High demand - the fans all wanted to see it. The fans got it. The fans saw me again as the person that I once was a long time ago. But what they saw was a fake. You saw me dressing up in my old clothes, you saw me coming out to the old tune but the man inside, was a different person. I was very much alive and only entertaining you fools. Time for being entertained is now over. You want entertained you take your ass to a circus, because I'm through with your high demands. What about mine? What about my respect, my glory, my titles, my wins, what about me? You people never even stopped to think about me once now did you? Now don't go getting yourself teary eyed, I'm not heart broken, I'm not even damn near surprised. It's what you people do and I've learned that over the decade plus I've been in this business. You people don't care about the needs of the wrestlers and you know what I call that? Lack of Respect. And let me be the first to tell 'ya, that when I'm disrespected.. Bad things happen"
The camera pans up again and now we see it, we see him. Complete with banana, short hair and goatee. And of course who could forget that mean looking smirk? It's none other than The Undertaker!
The Undertaker
"As I was sayin'... When I am disrespected, bad things happen. Women cry, men get hurt, those fools who test me are destroyed. I had a mission years ago to right all the wrongs. Those who didn't respect The Undertaker, respected him after I shoved my boot straight clear up their ass. Those who spat in the face of the most sadistic man in this business went for their last ride and just before they shut their eyes for the final time that night, just before they were stretchered out... They looked up to me and they said "Taker....... Taker I respect you." .. And I damn well knew that I had a thing going. I realized that I didn't have to put on a black hat, black coat and come out in the dark. I realized I didn't need to hear cheers from the fans out in the crowd. I realized I could succeed in this business just as well if not better by just being the one thing that I always wanted to be...... Myself. Sick, Sadistic, and demanding things of his own. Demanding RESPECT. It worked before and now here in XCW it's going to work again, but unlike last time it won't end until everyone respects me. And respect is a funny word when it comes to my next opponents, because the men simply have no respect for anything. Randy Orton and Shawn Michaels. That's going to change. And it's going to change real quick, boys"
The Undertaker looks to the side and he grins that sadistic grin again, and walks towards some sort of table. There's a sheet on the table but you can tell there's something under it.. Undertaker lifts the sheet off the table and .. Oh my God, it's a dead body! The camera pans away a little and we now see this room is filled with those kind of "tables", in fact, it's a morgue.
The Undertaker
"Now before you guys get confused let me explain. Under the circumstances of being The Deadman, this is the place I'd most likely come to if I wanted to voice out my opinions on my opponent. But as I've said earlier The Deadman isn't here, The Deadman is gone. Big Evil has taken over and what you see is exactly what you get. But there's a reason The Deadman would come here. There's a reason for everything really. That's why there's a reason for Big Evil, the Red Devil, The sadistic man known as The Undertaker is here in a morgue. You think it's because of a dead body? Nah, it's not that. Though I will admit, the feeling I get when I'm surrounded by all these dead people... It's a good feeling. I'm not scared of being around dead people, I've been around them all my life. I'm not some sick necrophilia freak either, but the fact that I'm the only one standing in a room filled with dead guys shows just how I want things to be. With everyone flat on their back knowing their own role in life. And letting me stand tall as the only person alive. The only person that matters. I can pretty safely say that...Michaels, Orton, you are going to get used to laying like this after having a fight with me at Vengeance"
Taker covers the person up and moves over to the spot where they store dead bodies in the wall. Taker opens one up just like it's some sort of filing cabinet he can snoop in. He uncovers the body and it appears to be a young male with a bullet hole in his chest
The Undertaker
"You see, boys...laying flat on your back, motionless, nothing left to say...those are the common symptoms of either two things. A, you're dead. Or B, you've just battled it out with The Undertaker,and lost. Unfortunately for you two, whether it's A or B. But because you've crossed paths with the meanest dog on the block. And this dog isn't having a very good day, not today, not ever. So you best either get ready for the beating of your career, boy...or get ready to back away like the scum you two are. But you see, now I'm just rambling about the things that are just so obvious to any smart human being, or any sick son of a bitch like myself. I will end you two, there's no doubt about that. But the point is very simple, and I will make that clear"
Taker walks away from the dead male and walks over to another table lifting the sheet off, looking down at the body with no emotion at all at a female body now
The Undertaker
"Orton, you claim we are in the Age of Orton, whatever the hell that means. Personally boy, I still think it's you pretending to be something you're not just for the sake of some attention. But no reason to break into that now is there? The question I have for you is why the hell you think you're some wrestling legend? Your father, "Cowboy" Bob Orton wasn't shit and neither are you!"
Taker walks to yet another table with a dead body on it but he doesn't even think about lifting the sheet. Instead Taker smirks evilly and looks to the left, at the camera
The Undertaker
"Perhaps... You should think about that Orton. Maybe even change your profession before anything too bad happens. 'Cause I'll tell you this boy, I have no problem disrespecting the people who disrespect me back... And you're one of those kinds of people"
Taker looks in front of him and in a very sick move, he kicks the table over with the dead body on it!
The Undertaker
"Now that poor person didn't have a chance to respect me before he did the deed of dying. You my friend, Shawn Michaels, you're different. Because before I lay you to rest on Vengeance and send YOU for your last ride, son. You're going to be like all those opponents I destroyed years ago. I'm awaiting that moment Michaels. I'm waiting for you to tell me you respect me, like Orton. Oh and believe me Michaels and Orton...YOU WILL RESPECT ME!"
The Undertaker lets out a sadistic laugh and then walks out of the camera's view. The lights then turn off and the camera turns off as well. The scene fades away with the sound of the crowd booing
OOC Information (Optional)-
Name:Jake
Age:15
E-Fed Experiance:2
How You Found Us:Aarons top Efeds