Post by jamesknight on Aug 9, 2017 8:41:10 GMT -5
Handler Info
Name
James
Age
26
Efed Experience in years
15
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
James Knight
Nicknames
"Uncle Jimmy", "Super K Ecstasy", "The Cancer", "S.K.E.", "Jimmy K.", "Jimmy Super K", "The Gaijin", "The King of Eye Liner" “The Canadian Dream” “Namahage 生剥”
Home Town
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Gender
Male
Age
33
Height
6'0"
Weight
215
Alignment
Heel
Pic Base (With picture)
Kenny Omega (picture coming soon)
Gimmick
Megalomaniac Hedonist - Knight is a man that has dealt with substance abuse and addiction for nearly a decade. Recently, the grappler has gotten clean and is enjoying a career renaissance. But, as they say addiction never goes away, it’s just replaced by something else. James has replaced his addiction to drugs, alcohol and sex with an addiction to power, money and inflicting pain.
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
"Bad Blood" ft. Kendrick Lamar by Taylor Swift
Entrance
Insert here
Wrestling Style
Technical
General MovesStrike
1. European Uppercuts
3. Drop-Kick
4. Super Kick
Grapple Front
1. DDT
2. Vertical Suplex
3. Brainbuster
Grapple Back
1. German Suplex (on smaller/same-sized opponents)
2. Straitjacket Lung Blower
3. Inverted DDT
4. Short-Arm Lariat (Okada’s Rainmaker)
Ground (strike attacks, ground grapples, submissions)
1. Skull-Fucker (Pushup Facebuster)
2. Koji Clutch
4. Indian Deathlock
5. Dragon Sleeper
Corner (Strike, top rope grapple etc)
1. Throat Thrust
2. Running Facewash (a la Samoa Joe)
3. Superplex
Aerial/Rope (for high flyers)
1. Tope Suicida
3. Springboard Tornado DDT
4. Missile Drop-Kick
Diving
1. Moonsault
4. Tornado DDT
Running ( Grapple, Strike etc) to
1. Tilt-a-Whirl Head Scissors
2. Lucha Style Arm Drag
3. Clothesline
4. Shotgun Drop-Kick
Signature Moves
Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex (Straight-Jacket Bridging Electric Chair Suplex)
Super K Ecstasy (Split-Legged Moonsault)
It Came from Japan (Straight Jacket Scoop Brain Buster)
Kata-Ha-Jime (Tazzmission)
Finishers
1st Finisher
Gaijin Driver 外人(Michinoku Driver II) [Several variations used but most the most common is the Cross-Legged variation]
2nd Finisher
Yorokobi Driver 喜び (Pleasure Driver) - Back-to-belly hold spin into a sitout reverse piledriver (aka Mt. Cook made famous by Yoshiko Tamura)
1st Finisher
Gaijin Driver 外人(Michinoku Driver II) [Several variations used but most the most common is the Cross-Legged variation]
2nd Finisher
Yorokobi Driver 喜び (Pleasure Driver) - Back-to-belly hold spin into a sitout reverse piledriver (aka Mt. Cook made famous by Yoshiko Tamura)
3rd Finisher
Horns of Aries (Bridging Arm Triangle)
Biography
James is the son of former Indy promoter "Good Ole" Jimmy Knight. James is the youngest known offspring of his father's. Unlike of his many half siblings, James was raised by his father in the indy circuit and was groomed to be a world champion. Unfortunately to pro wrestling lifestyle sent James into a downward spiral of drugs, booze and loose women.
Recovering and enjoying a career renaissance, James Knight has come to NCW with the goal of a HOSTILE takeover.
Sample RP
Night time in the desert can be a solemn and lonely time, but the bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip has been known to ease a lonely gambler’s loneliness for a short time. Tonight, there is one man that Sin City’s allure cannot fill the void in his heart. High above the sounds, the shows and the lights nestled in the Mandalay Bay penthouse is a lonesome James Knight. The man known as “The Cancer” is seated on the sofa of his suite, watching the dancing lights of the casinos. Clad in an all black Giorgio Armani suit, his bare feet propped up on a pile of throw pillows he sips from a gin and tonic with lime. Odd that he would depart from his usual Tennessee Whiskey, but for the last couple of weeks he’s been doing so many things differently. Opting to wear a tie while traveling from Michigan to Las Vegas, staying in the Mandalay Bay rather than his usual choice, the Wynn… since the violent end of his relationship with Kasumi Saito and Renee Giroux, Jimmy hasn’t quite been himself.
Knight takes a long pull from his cocktail before resting his arm across the back of the couch, never breaking his stare into the bustling desert oasis that has been like a second… third…. or even fourth home to him. What is that old saying; “Home is where the Heart is”? If that’s true then James Knight has a million homes between Vegas and Tokyo… once the love of his life and his favorite pupil turned on him at Extreme Wrestling Organization’s last show -throwing him through a ladder like he were just another piece of shit wrestler in that match, Jimmy’s heart has been breaking again and again and again. Everything he sees. Every smell that he smells. Every single taste and every song just brings him back to the face of Kasumi Saito. The softness of her face and the sharpness of her eyes, every time he imagines them it chips away at his heart.
Another sip from his gin, another step closer to numbness. Why can’t he just break the tether on his heart, why does he have to be tied to her… she’s the bitch that smashed his heart. There have been women before her, Oh, have there been women before her! Knight’s first wife, she was quite the woman! She loved him completely, despite his many flaws and vices. Her hair was the deepest color of black that he had ever seen and it smelled like wildflower, always like wildflowers. She wanted him to give up the life and settle down in with her, her father owned a business and he’d give James a job. She wanted to make babies and grow old together, but no way he’d give up the life. The road was all he could think about, Florida wasn’t where he wanted to stay forever. Sure, Jacksonville was home until UWF closed its doors… then Las Vegas was home until xXx Wrestling went belly-up and Jimmy Sr. dropped dead of a heart attack in the MGM Grand lobby… the moving around, him always being gone. That’s what James will say killed their marriage. Japan, Mexico, Canada, Europe and that three month stay in Australia and the paternity suit….that’s what killed it. She moved on and he kept moving. The life of a pro wrestling ex-wife. She married an accountant and lives somewhere near Miami -or was it Tampa? It doesn’t matter… all that matters is that Jimmy gets more gin. Maybe some dinner.
……..Blackness……
The music is always so damn loud in these places, the smell of peach body lotion and broken dreams is always the perfume and the drinks are always three times as expensive. He shouldn’t be drinking anyway, his sponsor wouldn’t be too pleased with him drinking… Jimmy does what he wants. Sitting in the corner furthest from the door, that’s where he’s always chosen to sit. The girls pass by and he slips a twenty in their g-string but never goes to the champagne room, never. He’s not here for dances, he’s not here for drink and he’s certainly not here for the music. James Knight is in the Sapphire Gentlemen's Club as an escape. He’s trying to escape from the pain that consumes him, the deep agony that refuses to release its clinch jaw from his heart. He knows all his mistakes, he’s listed them all over and over again. He didn’t pay enough attention to her, he didn’t tell her he loved her enough, he picked the sport over her more times than he could count. He thought that falling for a wrestler would be different, he thought that she would understand him like no other woman could… but she didn’t. There’s a reason he wears the moniker of “The Cancer”. He kills everything around him; relationships, business ventures and most likely himself if he keeps downing these shots like this… that blonde in the pink skirt looks good. The metallic gold stilettos make her calves and ass look like they’re worth more than a million bucks, christ. Lust will get you killed Jimmy…
…...fuck……
This car smells like day old ass and cheap cigars. Doesn’t Uber have a policy against smoking? Whatever, it won’t be long and he’ll be out of this car and headed to bed. The sun is peaking over the horizon. How long was he at the Sapphire? How much money did he spend? Jesus Christ, why did he drink so much? The world is spinning on two different axises and the churning in his stomach is a signal that he’s in for a rough sleep… like a siren the driver’s voice is piercing as he breaks the silence.
“Hey, aren’t you that one guy?”
Why are you talking to James? Why would any Uber driver start a conversation with a passenger? That just makes the already awkward situation of a stranger riding in the backseat of your person vehicle even more so… fuck, he’s still talking.
“Yeah! You’re that James Knight fella! My kid watches you on his iPad all the time! Pretty sure he’s spends half my paycheck every week on god dammed t-shirts too!”
Jimmy just stares out the window of the sedan, watching the other drunk people meandering down the strip back to their hotels. Just shut the fuck up and drive, man…
“He’s going to flip when he finds out I drove James Knight! Kid has been talking non-stop since they announced you were going to be at Sam’s Town this weekend. Tried to get tickets, but shit you guys are a pretty big act, huh?”
Jimmy rolls his eyes, mostly fighting the urge to vomit….
“Yeah, we’re pretty big.”
The driver looks in his rearview and senses that there’s something off with the Canadian grappler, but like most people who are so egocentric he doesn’t really give a fuck and keeps jabbering about his snot nosed kid.
“He’s going to flip, I can’t wait to tell him. You’ve got a pretty big match coming up, right? Fighting some Jap or some shit?”
“Yusuke Toriyama…”
The driver slaps the steering wheel in excitement.
“That’s the guy! I hope you beat the shit out of him! Get some payback for Pearl Harbor for ‘Merica!”
James is now annoyed with the conversation, pretty sure that’s what’s churning his stomach now… racist fuck.
“Yusuke Toriyama is as Japanese as you or me…”
The driver is completely oblivious as he continues to ramble about his stupid fucking kid.
“My boy just hates that slant-eyed dick. Tells me all the time that he hopes that someone beats the shit out of him and takes the belt, you gonna do it? You gonna take that belt back for ‘Merica?”
The driver pulls up to the Mandalay Bay hotel, James has had enough of this conversation and just wants to get to his penthouse suite so he can throw up and past the hell out…
“Say, can I get a picture for my ki-”
The driver’s face is violently shoved into the center of the steering wheel, causing the horn to wail. James mushes his face into the hard vinyl and releases the driver’s head, “The Canadian Nightmare” quickly slides out of the sedan. While the driver yells out the window.
“HEY! FUCK YOU! I HOPE YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED TONIGHT AND I HOPE THAT JAPANESE BASTARD BREAKS YOUR FUCKING NECK!”
James stumbles toward the entry of the hotel, without looking back at the driver he gives him a single finger message…
Why do people think that James gives a shit about their insignificant lives? “My kid loves you!” Why? He’s a piece of garbage and anyone that allows their child to idolize him isn’t deserving of being a parent. “I hope you beat so-and-so!” Do any of you really care what he does? Does him beating someone affect your life in a significant way? If it does… your existence on this planet is a waste of matter…
……..elevators…….
The worst part of penthouse suites is riding all the way up and when your bladder is full and you really need to throw up, that one minute ride feels like a million years. Why did he drink so much? Fuck, now he’s thinking about her… think about something else you idiot! James can’t stop seeing her abyss like brown eyes. FUCK! Why did he drink so much? Why did she break his heart? Why did they book him against Tyler Vile? Why is he even in Las Vegas? Fuck! Where’s that room key? There it is… where’s that toilet? There it is… why did he drink so muc-
DARKNESS.
Name
James
Age
26
Efed Experience in years
15
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
James Knight
Nicknames
"Uncle Jimmy", "Super K Ecstasy", "The Cancer", "S.K.E.", "Jimmy K.", "Jimmy Super K", "The Gaijin", "The King of Eye Liner" “The Canadian Dream” “Namahage 生剥”
Home Town
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Gender
Male
Age
33
Height
6'0"
Weight
215
Alignment
Heel
Pic Base (With picture)
Kenny Omega (picture coming soon)
Gimmick
Megalomaniac Hedonist - Knight is a man that has dealt with substance abuse and addiction for nearly a decade. Recently, the grappler has gotten clean and is enjoying a career renaissance. But, as they say addiction never goes away, it’s just replaced by something else. James has replaced his addiction to drugs, alcohol and sex with an addiction to power, money and inflicting pain.
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
"Bad Blood" ft. Kendrick Lamar by Taylor Swift
Entrance
Insert here
Wrestling Style
Technical
General MovesStrike
1. European Uppercuts
3. Drop-Kick
4. Super Kick
Grapple Front
1. DDT
2. Vertical Suplex
3. Brainbuster
Grapple Back
1. German Suplex (on smaller/same-sized opponents)
2. Straitjacket Lung Blower
3. Inverted DDT
4. Short-Arm Lariat (Okada’s Rainmaker)
Ground (strike attacks, ground grapples, submissions)
1. Skull-Fucker (Pushup Facebuster)
2. Koji Clutch
4. Indian Deathlock
5. Dragon Sleeper
Corner (Strike, top rope grapple etc)
1. Throat Thrust
2. Running Facewash (a la Samoa Joe)
3. Superplex
Aerial/Rope (for high flyers)
1. Tope Suicida
3. Springboard Tornado DDT
4. Missile Drop-Kick
Diving
1. Moonsault
4. Tornado DDT
Running ( Grapple, Strike etc) to
1. Tilt-a-Whirl Head Scissors
2. Lucha Style Arm Drag
3. Clothesline
4. Shotgun Drop-Kick
Signature Moves
Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex (Straight-Jacket Bridging Electric Chair Suplex)
Super K Ecstasy (Split-Legged Moonsault)
It Came from Japan (Straight Jacket Scoop Brain Buster)
Kata-Ha-Jime (Tazzmission)
Finishers
1st Finisher
Gaijin Driver 外人(Michinoku Driver II) [Several variations used but most the most common is the Cross-Legged variation]
2nd Finisher
Yorokobi Driver 喜び (Pleasure Driver) - Back-to-belly hold spin into a sitout reverse piledriver (aka Mt. Cook made famous by Yoshiko Tamura)
1st Finisher
Gaijin Driver 外人(Michinoku Driver II) [Several variations used but most the most common is the Cross-Legged variation]
2nd Finisher
Yorokobi Driver 喜び (Pleasure Driver) - Back-to-belly hold spin into a sitout reverse piledriver (aka Mt. Cook made famous by Yoshiko Tamura)
3rd Finisher
Horns of Aries (Bridging Arm Triangle)
Biography
James is the son of former Indy promoter "Good Ole" Jimmy Knight. James is the youngest known offspring of his father's. Unlike of his many half siblings, James was raised by his father in the indy circuit and was groomed to be a world champion. Unfortunately to pro wrestling lifestyle sent James into a downward spiral of drugs, booze and loose women.
Recovering and enjoying a career renaissance, James Knight has come to NCW with the goal of a HOSTILE takeover.
Sample RP
Night time in the desert can be a solemn and lonely time, but the bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip has been known to ease a lonely gambler’s loneliness for a short time. Tonight, there is one man that Sin City’s allure cannot fill the void in his heart. High above the sounds, the shows and the lights nestled in the Mandalay Bay penthouse is a lonesome James Knight. The man known as “The Cancer” is seated on the sofa of his suite, watching the dancing lights of the casinos. Clad in an all black Giorgio Armani suit, his bare feet propped up on a pile of throw pillows he sips from a gin and tonic with lime. Odd that he would depart from his usual Tennessee Whiskey, but for the last couple of weeks he’s been doing so many things differently. Opting to wear a tie while traveling from Michigan to Las Vegas, staying in the Mandalay Bay rather than his usual choice, the Wynn… since the violent end of his relationship with Kasumi Saito and Renee Giroux, Jimmy hasn’t quite been himself.
Knight takes a long pull from his cocktail before resting his arm across the back of the couch, never breaking his stare into the bustling desert oasis that has been like a second… third…. or even fourth home to him. What is that old saying; “Home is where the Heart is”? If that’s true then James Knight has a million homes between Vegas and Tokyo… once the love of his life and his favorite pupil turned on him at Extreme Wrestling Organization’s last show -throwing him through a ladder like he were just another piece of shit wrestler in that match, Jimmy’s heart has been breaking again and again and again. Everything he sees. Every smell that he smells. Every single taste and every song just brings him back to the face of Kasumi Saito. The softness of her face and the sharpness of her eyes, every time he imagines them it chips away at his heart.
Another sip from his gin, another step closer to numbness. Why can’t he just break the tether on his heart, why does he have to be tied to her… she’s the bitch that smashed his heart. There have been women before her, Oh, have there been women before her! Knight’s first wife, she was quite the woman! She loved him completely, despite his many flaws and vices. Her hair was the deepest color of black that he had ever seen and it smelled like wildflower, always like wildflowers. She wanted him to give up the life and settle down in with her, her father owned a business and he’d give James a job. She wanted to make babies and grow old together, but no way he’d give up the life. The road was all he could think about, Florida wasn’t where he wanted to stay forever. Sure, Jacksonville was home until UWF closed its doors… then Las Vegas was home until xXx Wrestling went belly-up and Jimmy Sr. dropped dead of a heart attack in the MGM Grand lobby… the moving around, him always being gone. That’s what James will say killed their marriage. Japan, Mexico, Canada, Europe and that three month stay in Australia and the paternity suit….that’s what killed it. She moved on and he kept moving. The life of a pro wrestling ex-wife. She married an accountant and lives somewhere near Miami -or was it Tampa? It doesn’t matter… all that matters is that Jimmy gets more gin. Maybe some dinner.
……..Blackness……
The music is always so damn loud in these places, the smell of peach body lotion and broken dreams is always the perfume and the drinks are always three times as expensive. He shouldn’t be drinking anyway, his sponsor wouldn’t be too pleased with him drinking… Jimmy does what he wants. Sitting in the corner furthest from the door, that’s where he’s always chosen to sit. The girls pass by and he slips a twenty in their g-string but never goes to the champagne room, never. He’s not here for dances, he’s not here for drink and he’s certainly not here for the music. James Knight is in the Sapphire Gentlemen's Club as an escape. He’s trying to escape from the pain that consumes him, the deep agony that refuses to release its clinch jaw from his heart. He knows all his mistakes, he’s listed them all over and over again. He didn’t pay enough attention to her, he didn’t tell her he loved her enough, he picked the sport over her more times than he could count. He thought that falling for a wrestler would be different, he thought that she would understand him like no other woman could… but she didn’t. There’s a reason he wears the moniker of “The Cancer”. He kills everything around him; relationships, business ventures and most likely himself if he keeps downing these shots like this… that blonde in the pink skirt looks good. The metallic gold stilettos make her calves and ass look like they’re worth more than a million bucks, christ. Lust will get you killed Jimmy…
…...fuck……
This car smells like day old ass and cheap cigars. Doesn’t Uber have a policy against smoking? Whatever, it won’t be long and he’ll be out of this car and headed to bed. The sun is peaking over the horizon. How long was he at the Sapphire? How much money did he spend? Jesus Christ, why did he drink so much? The world is spinning on two different axises and the churning in his stomach is a signal that he’s in for a rough sleep… like a siren the driver’s voice is piercing as he breaks the silence.
“Hey, aren’t you that one guy?”
Why are you talking to James? Why would any Uber driver start a conversation with a passenger? That just makes the already awkward situation of a stranger riding in the backseat of your person vehicle even more so… fuck, he’s still talking.
“Yeah! You’re that James Knight fella! My kid watches you on his iPad all the time! Pretty sure he’s spends half my paycheck every week on god dammed t-shirts too!”
Jimmy just stares out the window of the sedan, watching the other drunk people meandering down the strip back to their hotels. Just shut the fuck up and drive, man…
“He’s going to flip when he finds out I drove James Knight! Kid has been talking non-stop since they announced you were going to be at Sam’s Town this weekend. Tried to get tickets, but shit you guys are a pretty big act, huh?”
Jimmy rolls his eyes, mostly fighting the urge to vomit….
“Yeah, we’re pretty big.”
The driver looks in his rearview and senses that there’s something off with the Canadian grappler, but like most people who are so egocentric he doesn’t really give a fuck and keeps jabbering about his snot nosed kid.
“He’s going to flip, I can’t wait to tell him. You’ve got a pretty big match coming up, right? Fighting some Jap or some shit?”
“Yusuke Toriyama…”
The driver slaps the steering wheel in excitement.
“That’s the guy! I hope you beat the shit out of him! Get some payback for Pearl Harbor for ‘Merica!”
James is now annoyed with the conversation, pretty sure that’s what’s churning his stomach now… racist fuck.
“Yusuke Toriyama is as Japanese as you or me…”
The driver is completely oblivious as he continues to ramble about his stupid fucking kid.
“My boy just hates that slant-eyed dick. Tells me all the time that he hopes that someone beats the shit out of him and takes the belt, you gonna do it? You gonna take that belt back for ‘Merica?”
The driver pulls up to the Mandalay Bay hotel, James has had enough of this conversation and just wants to get to his penthouse suite so he can throw up and past the hell out…
“Say, can I get a picture for my ki-”
The driver’s face is violently shoved into the center of the steering wheel, causing the horn to wail. James mushes his face into the hard vinyl and releases the driver’s head, “The Canadian Nightmare” quickly slides out of the sedan. While the driver yells out the window.
“HEY! FUCK YOU! I HOPE YOU GET YOUR ASS KICKED TONIGHT AND I HOPE THAT JAPANESE BASTARD BREAKS YOUR FUCKING NECK!”
James stumbles toward the entry of the hotel, without looking back at the driver he gives him a single finger message…
Why do people think that James gives a shit about their insignificant lives? “My kid loves you!” Why? He’s a piece of garbage and anyone that allows their child to idolize him isn’t deserving of being a parent. “I hope you beat so-and-so!” Do any of you really care what he does? Does him beating someone affect your life in a significant way? If it does… your existence on this planet is a waste of matter…
……..elevators…….
The worst part of penthouse suites is riding all the way up and when your bladder is full and you really need to throw up, that one minute ride feels like a million years. Why did he drink so much? Fuck, now he’s thinking about her… think about something else you idiot! James can’t stop seeing her abyss like brown eyes. FUCK! Why did he drink so much? Why did she break his heart? Why did they book him against Tyler Vile? Why is he even in Las Vegas? Fuck! Where’s that room key? There it is… where’s that toilet? There it is… why did he drink so muc-
DARKNESS.
