Post by beno on Oct 24, 2020 19:18:50 GMT -5
Handler Info
Name
Matt
Age
30
Efed Experience in years
17 Years
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
Beno
Nicknames
The One True King
Home Town
The Kingdom of Camelot
Gender
Male
Age
32
Height
6'6
Weight
264 Ibs
Alignment
Neutral
Pic Base (With picture)
Robert Roode
Gimmick
King of Camelot
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
Hail To The King: Avenged Sevenfold
Entrance
Hail to the King blares as the Lights dim. Beno makes his way onto the ramp. He scans te audience before making his way down to the ring. Beno ascends the steps and steps between the ropes. He removes the crown and robe.
Wrestling Style
Powerhouse and Technician
General Moves
(Up to 15)
Signature Moves
BenoPlex (German suplex followed by a full nelson suplex and finishing with a Straightjacket suplex)
Savannah Nights (Top Rope Elbow Drop)
Lights Out (Running Big Boot)
All Hail The King ( Arm Wrench Into a Flatliner)
Final Verdict ( Super Kick)
Finishers
Beno Bomb ( Sit Out Dominator)
Long Live The King (Gutwrench Sitdown Powerbomb)
For Camelot ( Texas Cloverlead into an Armbar)
Biography
Beno has competed all over the world and in various promotions. On the greater scale of things, he's done it all. Captured countless championship belts, won awards, etc. But his greatest achievement had nothing to do with the squared circle. Later on in his life, his lineage was revealed. He was a descendent of one of the original Knights of The Round Table. With that Knowledge, Beno went on to rebuild Camelot in his own vision. To usher in a new age of prosperity under his rule and guidance. That Journey continues here.
A Sample RP.
The scene opens up to an enormous settlement. Carts and vendors line the stone paved streets. Small to medium houses can be seen in the background. In the center of the settlement, a large fountain stand. A statue of a king clad in armor with his sword pointed to the sky stands in the middle. Water shoots from the tip of the sword, filling the fountain. Children chase one another and play while the adults go about their business. The sound of a hammer hitting steel pierces the area. We turn to see a blacksith hard at work, forging a steel long sword. Sparks fly as he brings his hammer down with precision. Setting his hammer aside, he wipes his dirty, sweaty brow with his free hand and places the sword into the large container of water beside him. Steam begins to fill the air as he removes it and inspects it. Satisfied with his work, he places it on a table with his other finished pieces.
Men clad is shining silver armor patrol the streets. Their hands on the hilt of their swords. Yet even with the intimidating forces all around, there is a peace. Laughter fills the air. No worry and no care in the world.
The scene dissolves and pans towards the gates of a castle. Not just any castle, but the fairest castle in all of the land. For this is the kingdom of Camelot. Where chivalry is relevent and men of honor serve the king. In our current day of technology, it seems almost impossible that such a wonder has survived so long without it. Two giants of men stand guard outside of the large oak wood doors. They open the doors and we journey inside of the castle.
To say the interior of the castle is stunning does not do it justice. The floor, walls and ceiling are made of carven starven. Unlit brackets are securely placed outside of doorways. The majority of doors are shut. All are made of the same oak wood that the main doors are made out of. Soldiers are stations at every door. They remain still and silent, as if they were suits of armor placed their for decoration. Beautiful and color tapestries depicting various images hang from the walls. The largest of them hangs from the ceiling. It depicts King Arthur pulling Exacalibur from the stone all those centuries ago. Stone staircases lead to the upper and lower levels of the castle. But the main focus is another set of large doors. By far it is guarded the heaviest. Yet they open the doors and allow entrance.
In this cavernous room sits a throne. A throne unlike any other that the world has ever seen. Made entirely out of precious metals and embedded with gemstones. Red fabric make up the seat. Yet the throne is not the only thing in the room. Upon the throne sits a man. A man larger than life. At six foot six and two hundred and sixty four pounds, he is a size to behold. His beard is thick, black and braided. It hands to his chest. On his left hand sits a magnificent golden ring. This ring is encrusted with small diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. Around his neck hangs a long golden chain. On the chain hangs a set of rings. Less magnificent than his own but beauties in their own right. Upon his head is a crown. The crown of a king, In his right hand he holds a sheathed sword. The sheath appears old. Made of leather. His face is that of a man who has seen more than his fair shares of tragedy. A man who's life hasn't always been easy. And a man who hungers for something. Almost like an obsession. His dark eyes are unnerving. Like he's trying to look into your soul and see your demons.
His name is Beno. And he is the King of Camelot.
For many moons, I've sat in this throne an watched this kingdom prosper. Under my supervision, Camelot has grown into what it is today. A paradise. I watched the renovation of the cathedral. I fought alongside Arthur and defended this land. battle after battle, I put my life on the line for these people so that they could have a better life. A life without pain and suffering. yet things weren't always this way. For a time, I knew nothing of my true lineage. That I was a descendant of Sir Lucan, a noble knight of the roundtable and most faithful to Arthur. i had always known that I was meant for something more. Something larger than life you could say. From that moment on, I came to call Camelot my home. Along with my brothers in arms Sir Fear, Sir Anger, Sir Barton and Sir BG, we became the knew guardians of Camelot. We took the name of our ancestors before us. We became the Knights of the Roundtable. Together, we would conquer the world. We built the very foundation that Camelot sits on. But it wouldn't end like it was suppose to....
Beno stops speaking for a moment. He stares off into the distance, like he's reliving history. He closes his eyes and a tear leaks out. He tries to speak, but the words don't come out. Nearly a minute passes before he speaks again.
When I was a young lad, wrestling was always my passion. I grew up wanting to be like the greats before me. And when i got my chance, I made the best of it. For years I traveled the world. Japan, Korea, Germany, Israel, India, Canada. Everywhere I competed I won championships. Yet that was only part of it. I wanted fame and glory. I wanted to be the greatest professional wrestler that ever lived. And to an extent, I accomplished that. Everything I ever set out to do I would achieve. Every single person that stood in my way I cut down. And that didn't stop once i became a Knight of the Roundtable.
We were taught to believe in certain things here in Camelot. That we should always uphold justice and show chivalry. We took oaths. To preotect Camelot and it's citizens at all costs. To protect our king and bring honor and prestige to the kingdom. And we accomplished that. But somewhere along the way, we forgot who we were. My brothers....
My brothers...
Beno clenches the rings that hang from his chain tightly.
My brothers believed that they were above our laws. They grew tired of taking orders. They wanted the crown for themselves. They revolted. And they were banished from Camelot. Only myself and Merlin staye loyal to Arthur is his time of need.
Yet this is a tale better left unfinished at this time. For I didn't bring you here to hear my history. At least, not at the moment.
In just a few short days, I look to do battle in a new kingdom. A kingdom called Vendetta Wrestling Alliance. A place full of new faces and warriors to decimate. A new playground. And the epic battle field is called Discord. Where I face a challenger that I've never heard of. Thy opponent calls himself Xavier Star. And at this point, I still know nothing about him. Yet that doesn't bother me. Nor does it matter much. From my stand point, he is nothing more than a peasant. A peasant that stands in my way of being crowned the very first VWA United States champion and bringing it home with me. And that, I just cannot allow. Because since the moment I became king, I have given my all to ensure the continued honor and prosperity of Camelot. And that doesn't stop here.
Allow me to tell you a bit about my accomplishments Star. I have held multiple Tag Team championships across the world with various partners no less than six tmes. I've captured multiple World championships and mid card championships. I've participated in some of the most brutal matches known to man. In japan I had my skin ripped open by barbed wire. I've been sliced by a weed whacker in the stomach and fought valiantly in a winning effort. I've gone to war with some of the best that the world has to offer and came out victorious. I've gone to war with the likes of Rhys Saunders, The Killing Joke, Joey The Bastard, The Bennett Brothers, Stalker Knight..
Beno pauses and thinks.
Knight... could it be? No. That's a mere coincidence. knight is a common name.
Beno shakes the thought out of his head and continues.
As I was saying, I've gone to war with some of the best. And nine times out of ten, I was the one that came out on top. That won't be any different this time around. I haven't stopped training even when I took over duties here. I'm in the best shape of my life and I've never felt better. Which unfortunately, is very bad for you. I won't let all my words do the talking though. And I'll leave you with this.
Beno rises from the throne and unsheathes Exaclibur, the legendary blade! He directs the tip of the sword forward.
I am the King! And you will bow before me!
For Camelot!
Scene fades to black.
Name
Matt
Age
30
Efed Experience in years
17 Years
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
Beno
Nicknames
The One True King
Home Town
The Kingdom of Camelot
Gender
Male
Age
32
Height
6'6
Weight
264 Ibs
Alignment
Neutral
Pic Base (With picture)
Robert Roode
Gimmick
King of Camelot
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
Hail To The King: Avenged Sevenfold
Entrance
Hail to the King blares as the Lights dim. Beno makes his way onto the ramp. He scans te audience before making his way down to the ring. Beno ascends the steps and steps between the ropes. He removes the crown and robe.
Wrestling Style
Powerhouse and Technician
General Moves
(Up to 15)
Signature Moves
BenoPlex (German suplex followed by a full nelson suplex and finishing with a Straightjacket suplex)
Savannah Nights (Top Rope Elbow Drop)
Lights Out (Running Big Boot)
All Hail The King ( Arm Wrench Into a Flatliner)
Final Verdict ( Super Kick)
Finishers
Beno Bomb ( Sit Out Dominator)
Long Live The King (Gutwrench Sitdown Powerbomb)
For Camelot ( Texas Cloverlead into an Armbar)
Biography
Beno has competed all over the world and in various promotions. On the greater scale of things, he's done it all. Captured countless championship belts, won awards, etc. But his greatest achievement had nothing to do with the squared circle. Later on in his life, his lineage was revealed. He was a descendent of one of the original Knights of The Round Table. With that Knowledge, Beno went on to rebuild Camelot in his own vision. To usher in a new age of prosperity under his rule and guidance. That Journey continues here.
A Sample RP.
The scene opens up to an enormous settlement. Carts and vendors line the stone paved streets. Small to medium houses can be seen in the background. In the center of the settlement, a large fountain stand. A statue of a king clad in armor with his sword pointed to the sky stands in the middle. Water shoots from the tip of the sword, filling the fountain. Children chase one another and play while the adults go about their business. The sound of a hammer hitting steel pierces the area. We turn to see a blacksith hard at work, forging a steel long sword. Sparks fly as he brings his hammer down with precision. Setting his hammer aside, he wipes his dirty, sweaty brow with his free hand and places the sword into the large container of water beside him. Steam begins to fill the air as he removes it and inspects it. Satisfied with his work, he places it on a table with his other finished pieces.
Men clad is shining silver armor patrol the streets. Their hands on the hilt of their swords. Yet even with the intimidating forces all around, there is a peace. Laughter fills the air. No worry and no care in the world.
The scene dissolves and pans towards the gates of a castle. Not just any castle, but the fairest castle in all of the land. For this is the kingdom of Camelot. Where chivalry is relevent and men of honor serve the king. In our current day of technology, it seems almost impossible that such a wonder has survived so long without it. Two giants of men stand guard outside of the large oak wood doors. They open the doors and we journey inside of the castle.
To say the interior of the castle is stunning does not do it justice. The floor, walls and ceiling are made of carven starven. Unlit brackets are securely placed outside of doorways. The majority of doors are shut. All are made of the same oak wood that the main doors are made out of. Soldiers are stations at every door. They remain still and silent, as if they were suits of armor placed their for decoration. Beautiful and color tapestries depicting various images hang from the walls. The largest of them hangs from the ceiling. It depicts King Arthur pulling Exacalibur from the stone all those centuries ago. Stone staircases lead to the upper and lower levels of the castle. But the main focus is another set of large doors. By far it is guarded the heaviest. Yet they open the doors and allow entrance.
In this cavernous room sits a throne. A throne unlike any other that the world has ever seen. Made entirely out of precious metals and embedded with gemstones. Red fabric make up the seat. Yet the throne is not the only thing in the room. Upon the throne sits a man. A man larger than life. At six foot six and two hundred and sixty four pounds, he is a size to behold. His beard is thick, black and braided. It hands to his chest. On his left hand sits a magnificent golden ring. This ring is encrusted with small diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. Around his neck hangs a long golden chain. On the chain hangs a set of rings. Less magnificent than his own but beauties in their own right. Upon his head is a crown. The crown of a king, In his right hand he holds a sheathed sword. The sheath appears old. Made of leather. His face is that of a man who has seen more than his fair shares of tragedy. A man who's life hasn't always been easy. And a man who hungers for something. Almost like an obsession. His dark eyes are unnerving. Like he's trying to look into your soul and see your demons.
His name is Beno. And he is the King of Camelot.
For many moons, I've sat in this throne an watched this kingdom prosper. Under my supervision, Camelot has grown into what it is today. A paradise. I watched the renovation of the cathedral. I fought alongside Arthur and defended this land. battle after battle, I put my life on the line for these people so that they could have a better life. A life without pain and suffering. yet things weren't always this way. For a time, I knew nothing of my true lineage. That I was a descendant of Sir Lucan, a noble knight of the roundtable and most faithful to Arthur. i had always known that I was meant for something more. Something larger than life you could say. From that moment on, I came to call Camelot my home. Along with my brothers in arms Sir Fear, Sir Anger, Sir Barton and Sir BG, we became the knew guardians of Camelot. We took the name of our ancestors before us. We became the Knights of the Roundtable. Together, we would conquer the world. We built the very foundation that Camelot sits on. But it wouldn't end like it was suppose to....
Beno stops speaking for a moment. He stares off into the distance, like he's reliving history. He closes his eyes and a tear leaks out. He tries to speak, but the words don't come out. Nearly a minute passes before he speaks again.
When I was a young lad, wrestling was always my passion. I grew up wanting to be like the greats before me. And when i got my chance, I made the best of it. For years I traveled the world. Japan, Korea, Germany, Israel, India, Canada. Everywhere I competed I won championships. Yet that was only part of it. I wanted fame and glory. I wanted to be the greatest professional wrestler that ever lived. And to an extent, I accomplished that. Everything I ever set out to do I would achieve. Every single person that stood in my way I cut down. And that didn't stop once i became a Knight of the Roundtable.
We were taught to believe in certain things here in Camelot. That we should always uphold justice and show chivalry. We took oaths. To preotect Camelot and it's citizens at all costs. To protect our king and bring honor and prestige to the kingdom. And we accomplished that. But somewhere along the way, we forgot who we were. My brothers....
My brothers...
Beno clenches the rings that hang from his chain tightly.
My brothers believed that they were above our laws. They grew tired of taking orders. They wanted the crown for themselves. They revolted. And they were banished from Camelot. Only myself and Merlin staye loyal to Arthur is his time of need.
Yet this is a tale better left unfinished at this time. For I didn't bring you here to hear my history. At least, not at the moment.
In just a few short days, I look to do battle in a new kingdom. A kingdom called Vendetta Wrestling Alliance. A place full of new faces and warriors to decimate. A new playground. And the epic battle field is called Discord. Where I face a challenger that I've never heard of. Thy opponent calls himself Xavier Star. And at this point, I still know nothing about him. Yet that doesn't bother me. Nor does it matter much. From my stand point, he is nothing more than a peasant. A peasant that stands in my way of being crowned the very first VWA United States champion and bringing it home with me. And that, I just cannot allow. Because since the moment I became king, I have given my all to ensure the continued honor and prosperity of Camelot. And that doesn't stop here.
Allow me to tell you a bit about my accomplishments Star. I have held multiple Tag Team championships across the world with various partners no less than six tmes. I've captured multiple World championships and mid card championships. I've participated in some of the most brutal matches known to man. In japan I had my skin ripped open by barbed wire. I've been sliced by a weed whacker in the stomach and fought valiantly in a winning effort. I've gone to war with some of the best that the world has to offer and came out victorious. I've gone to war with the likes of Rhys Saunders, The Killing Joke, Joey The Bastard, The Bennett Brothers, Stalker Knight..
Beno pauses and thinks.
Knight... could it be? No. That's a mere coincidence. knight is a common name.
Beno shakes the thought out of his head and continues.
As I was saying, I've gone to war with some of the best. And nine times out of ten, I was the one that came out on top. That won't be any different this time around. I haven't stopped training even when I took over duties here. I'm in the best shape of my life and I've never felt better. Which unfortunately, is very bad for you. I won't let all my words do the talking though. And I'll leave you with this.
Beno rises from the throne and unsheathes Exaclibur, the legendary blade! He directs the tip of the sword forward.
I am the King! And you will bow before me!
For Camelot!
Scene fades to black.
