Post by Fortuna on Feb 9, 2015 13:52:56 GMT -5
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF [WRESTLER REAL INFORMATION]
- Real Name: Hollan
- Date of Birth: 8/30/85
- Hometown: Rochester, NY
- Age: 29
- Years in Roleplaying: 15
- How active do you intend to be here? Be honest!: I intend to be quite active. I know a lot has to do with activity when it comes to keeping a fed afloat and moving forward and I would truly like to build something for the future here.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER [TALENT INFORMATION HERE]
- Superstar Name: Fortuna
- Wrestlers Pic Base:
- Wrestling Debut: 2011
- Billed Height: 6’5
- Billed Weight: 215 lbs.
-Billed From: Chicago
- Face/Heel: Neutral
-Wrestling Style: (Brawler, High Flyer, Mat Technician, Power Wrestler, Well Balanced)
Mat Technician
- Entrance Music: Never Enough by Five Finger Death Punch
- List Common Moves (10 moves only please)
Snap suplex, German suplex, swinging neckbreaker, DDT, Suplex, Superplex, Single Boston Crab, Dragon Sleeper, Snap DDT, Chicken Wing Suplex
- List Trademark Moves (2 moves only please)
As the Clouds Open (Modified Shooting Star Press), Darkness DDT (Flowing DDT)
- List of Finishing Moves (2 moves only please)
Life Through Death (Jump Swinging DDT), Fade to Black (Crippler Crossface)
INFORMATION BEFORE YOU FINISH THIS APPLICATION
Before you finish this application, please let it be known that you are expected to follow the rules and guidelines we hope that you read prior to filling out and signing this application. Please know that by signing up and failing to fulfill your obligations on our federation by showing up to every card that you are booked in. Your first no show will result in an automatic release from the federation. If you no show on more than one occasion, it will too result in an automatic deletion from the federation unless you can provide an excuse for not showing. Please take all these into consideration. We appreciate it.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST [SAMPLE ROLEPLAY]
The scene opens up to find a shadowy figure standing amidst the street lamps in an empty alley at some unknown hour of the early AM. A lighter flicks to life with a ‘CHINK’ of metal and the sound of flint grinding before illuminating the figure’s face. His eyes and mouth, hidden behind a disorganized, thick layer of black facepaint, open and watch intently as the camera moves in closer to his position.
“What? Are you afraid I might bite? Get yer ass over here.”
This is Fortuna. He’s mostly known by that name to his close friends, a group of young men who grew up in the city streets of Chicago and refer to themselves as the Wolfpack, and it also happens to be that Fortuna wrestles a little bit as well.
He adjust the collar on his black leather jacket as fluffy, fat snowflakes drift down peacefully by his side. He exhales a plume of smoke into the night’s sky, trapping it in the frigid temperature and sending it deeper into the air above. He smiles as he stares into the distance.
“A little bird told me United States Pro Wrestling was looking for heads to roll for some gold.”
Fortuna shrugs.
“I’m thinking that, of all the cats throwing in their hats, USPW should consider the name… Fortuna… the Lone Wolf. I know a few things but most importantly, I would say… I know how to fight.”
He takes a quick drag before flicking it off into the darkness. He steps out into the full street light and presenting his tall, slender frame to the camera. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Fortuna nudges his head forward and begins to walk softly through the snowy alley.
“My whole life has been a fight. From day one, it’s been me against the world and my fellow soldiers in the struggle of the real world. I’m lucky, though. I learned at a young to do something that can make money, good money, and, if you’re good enough, get you anything you ever wanted. I spent years doing it, practicing, and taking my licks as I went. I spent two summers upstate. I spent time in Vancouver and Mexico over the two years after high school. I learned from the best. You know what that one thing was?”
Fortuna stops, briefly, before kicking the snow around in hesitation.
“They taught me how to wrestle. Instead of fighting for my life out here, I can do it in the ring, and get paid for it. Talk about a dream deal. I get to put whiny little shitheads in their place and collect a check. Sign me up. So, yeah, here I am, sending in this video, telling you I know how to wrestle. I will win your Championship by putting it all on the line, from bottom to the top. I will give you my blood, sweat, and tears as your Champion. And, I promise you… I will not give up until I can’t do it anymore. I know it will be a fight. I also know that every fight has a loser and a winner.”
He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes, and puts his finger into his chest.
“I’ll be damned if I don’t go down swingin’.”
Fortuna stops next to a mound of snow. He looks around, nods and holds his hand out in front of his chest.
“Snow. Beautiful, right? Everybody says, ‘It’s so pretty.’ It not fuckin’ pretty. It’s quiet. Ya know why I like it? It creeps in, all quiet and silent, and before you know it…”
He sends his hand quickly across the mound to reveal a parked car, covered by the snowfall, and grins.
“It’s on you, like a wolf.”
Fortuna holds his hand out and watches the snow collect as a small grin spreads across his lips.
“I’ll see you soon, USPW. I’m looking forward to it.”
He looks off camera and turns around. Fortuna heads down the alley under the light of the street lamps. He gets far enough away that he slips down another pass and into the night as the snow, slowly, collects on the ground. The scene fades to black.
SIGN AND DATE THE APPLICATION
- Your Name: Hollan Davis
- Today's Date: February 9, 2015
- Real Name: Hollan
- Date of Birth: 8/30/85
- Hometown: Rochester, NY
- Age: 29
- Years in Roleplaying: 15
- How active do you intend to be here? Be honest!: I intend to be quite active. I know a lot has to do with activity when it comes to keeping a fed afloat and moving forward and I would truly like to build something for the future here.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER [TALENT INFORMATION HERE]
- Superstar Name: Fortuna
- Wrestlers Pic Base:
- Wrestling Debut: 2011
- Billed Height: 6’5
- Billed Weight: 215 lbs.
-Billed From: Chicago
- Face/Heel: Neutral
-Wrestling Style: (Brawler, High Flyer, Mat Technician, Power Wrestler, Well Balanced)
Mat Technician
- Entrance Music: Never Enough by Five Finger Death Punch
- List Common Moves (10 moves only please)
Snap suplex, German suplex, swinging neckbreaker, DDT, Suplex, Superplex, Single Boston Crab, Dragon Sleeper, Snap DDT, Chicken Wing Suplex
- List Trademark Moves (2 moves only please)
As the Clouds Open (Modified Shooting Star Press), Darkness DDT (Flowing DDT)
- List of Finishing Moves (2 moves only please)
Life Through Death (Jump Swinging DDT), Fade to Black (Crippler Crossface)
INFORMATION BEFORE YOU FINISH THIS APPLICATION
Before you finish this application, please let it be known that you are expected to follow the rules and guidelines we hope that you read prior to filling out and signing this application. Please know that by signing up and failing to fulfill your obligations on our federation by showing up to every card that you are booked in. Your first no show will result in an automatic release from the federation. If you no show on more than one occasion, it will too result in an automatic deletion from the federation unless you can provide an excuse for not showing. Please take all these into consideration. We appreciate it.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST [SAMPLE ROLEPLAY]
The scene opens up to find a shadowy figure standing amidst the street lamps in an empty alley at some unknown hour of the early AM. A lighter flicks to life with a ‘CHINK’ of metal and the sound of flint grinding before illuminating the figure’s face. His eyes and mouth, hidden behind a disorganized, thick layer of black facepaint, open and watch intently as the camera moves in closer to his position.
“What? Are you afraid I might bite? Get yer ass over here.”
This is Fortuna. He’s mostly known by that name to his close friends, a group of young men who grew up in the city streets of Chicago and refer to themselves as the Wolfpack, and it also happens to be that Fortuna wrestles a little bit as well.
He adjust the collar on his black leather jacket as fluffy, fat snowflakes drift down peacefully by his side. He exhales a plume of smoke into the night’s sky, trapping it in the frigid temperature and sending it deeper into the air above. He smiles as he stares into the distance.
“A little bird told me United States Pro Wrestling was looking for heads to roll for some gold.”
Fortuna shrugs.
“I’m thinking that, of all the cats throwing in their hats, USPW should consider the name… Fortuna… the Lone Wolf. I know a few things but most importantly, I would say… I know how to fight.”
He takes a quick drag before flicking it off into the darkness. He steps out into the full street light and presenting his tall, slender frame to the camera. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Fortuna nudges his head forward and begins to walk softly through the snowy alley.
“My whole life has been a fight. From day one, it’s been me against the world and my fellow soldiers in the struggle of the real world. I’m lucky, though. I learned at a young to do something that can make money, good money, and, if you’re good enough, get you anything you ever wanted. I spent years doing it, practicing, and taking my licks as I went. I spent two summers upstate. I spent time in Vancouver and Mexico over the two years after high school. I learned from the best. You know what that one thing was?”
Fortuna stops, briefly, before kicking the snow around in hesitation.
“They taught me how to wrestle. Instead of fighting for my life out here, I can do it in the ring, and get paid for it. Talk about a dream deal. I get to put whiny little shitheads in their place and collect a check. Sign me up. So, yeah, here I am, sending in this video, telling you I know how to wrestle. I will win your Championship by putting it all on the line, from bottom to the top. I will give you my blood, sweat, and tears as your Champion. And, I promise you… I will not give up until I can’t do it anymore. I know it will be a fight. I also know that every fight has a loser and a winner.”
He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes, and puts his finger into his chest.
“I’ll be damned if I don’t go down swingin’.”
Fortuna stops next to a mound of snow. He looks around, nods and holds his hand out in front of his chest.
“Snow. Beautiful, right? Everybody says, ‘It’s so pretty.’ It not fuckin’ pretty. It’s quiet. Ya know why I like it? It creeps in, all quiet and silent, and before you know it…”
He sends his hand quickly across the mound to reveal a parked car, covered by the snowfall, and grins.
“It’s on you, like a wolf.”
Fortuna holds his hand out and watches the snow collect as a small grin spreads across his lips.
“I’ll see you soon, USPW. I’m looking forward to it.”
He looks off camera and turns around. Fortuna heads down the alley under the light of the street lamps. He gets far enough away that he slips down another pass and into the night as the snow, slowly, collects on the ground. The scene fades to black.
SIGN AND DATE THE APPLICATION
- Your Name: Hollan Davis
- Today's Date: February 9, 2015