Post by Secret Partner on Aug 2, 2012 21:52:12 GMT -5
Handler Info
Name
iStonyS
Age
43
Efed Experience in years
12
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
Stony Sulliven Slone
Nicknames
Time Wizard
Home Town
Cartersville, Arizona.
Gender
Male
Age
56.
Height
6'3''
Weight
205
Pic Base (With picture)
Entrance Music
Still Left With Me - Craft Spells
Entrance
The music hits and the lights dim. The crowd rise with curiosity as the curtains blow open and Stony Slone strides out onto the stage with his girlfriend behind him. In one hand, a cigar. In the other, a flask of alcohol. Sunglasses over his eyes, he grins out at the crowd, the gleam of camera flashes reflecting in his shades.
He charges down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Once inside, he shoves the referee out of the way, climbs onto the second rope, pours alcohol down his throat and over his head. Wetting his hair, he head bangs, sending droplets of alcohol at the fans.
Alignment
Heel
Wrestling Style
Grapple/Brawler
General Moves
Irishwhip pullback into a spinning elbow.
Dropkick into a quick pin-fall.
Suplex.
Sleeper hold.
Snapmare.
Armdrag combo.
Russian Legsweep into a back roll-up.
Kick combo.
Signature Moves
(Min of 2, and a limit of 5)
Moonsault
Cloverleaf.
Finishers
(A Min of 2, and a limit of 3, with description.)
Brainbuster DDT.
Biography
To come.
The sound of the water crashing against the edged rocks below. He felt splashes against his flesh. Reminders of the cold that would soon consume him. An old man, used up, no good to anyone anymore but the funeral home.
He stepped closer. The drop was incredible. Sixty feet with nothing to catch him but rocks that'd shatter his bones and rip through his flesh and then water that'd freeze his hair and shiver his hide. A gulp. And it all came back to him in a flash.
The matches that he won. While some were easy, others were difficult. He stood over a fallen opponent, sometimes more, had his hand raised, felt the applause of his adoring fans shower him with love and felt like a champion, even in the times that a championship wasn't in his possession.
The matches that he lost. Some were because of slight errors and others were beat-downs that he couldn't stop from happening. They usually all ended the same way, with his opponents music playing and his body laid out in the ring for the world too laugh at.
The friends. The enemies. The places. The time that flew by faster than he ever thought it would. It all crashed down over his shoulders and he felt like a flower being crushed by rain.
"Wait."
A soft voice cried out.
"Wait. Don't do that."
The sound of an angel.
A savior with blue eyes and blond hair.
Name
iStonyS
Age
43
Efed Experience in years
12
Email and IM's - optional
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
Stony Sulliven Slone
Nicknames
Time Wizard
Home Town
Cartersville, Arizona.
Gender
Male
Age
56.
Height
6'3''
Weight
205
Pic Base (With picture)
Entrance Music
Still Left With Me - Craft Spells
Entrance
The music hits and the lights dim. The crowd rise with curiosity as the curtains blow open and Stony Slone strides out onto the stage with his girlfriend behind him. In one hand, a cigar. In the other, a flask of alcohol. Sunglasses over his eyes, he grins out at the crowd, the gleam of camera flashes reflecting in his shades.
He charges down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Once inside, he shoves the referee out of the way, climbs onto the second rope, pours alcohol down his throat and over his head. Wetting his hair, he head bangs, sending droplets of alcohol at the fans.
Alignment
Heel
Wrestling Style
Grapple/Brawler
General Moves
Irishwhip pullback into a spinning elbow.
Dropkick into a quick pin-fall.
Suplex.
Sleeper hold.
Snapmare.
Armdrag combo.
Russian Legsweep into a back roll-up.
Kick combo.
Signature Moves
(Min of 2, and a limit of 5)
Moonsault
Cloverleaf.
Finishers
(A Min of 2, and a limit of 3, with description.)
Brainbuster DDT.
Biography
To come.
The sound of the water crashing against the edged rocks below. He felt splashes against his flesh. Reminders of the cold that would soon consume him. An old man, used up, no good to anyone anymore but the funeral home.
He stepped closer. The drop was incredible. Sixty feet with nothing to catch him but rocks that'd shatter his bones and rip through his flesh and then water that'd freeze his hair and shiver his hide. A gulp. And it all came back to him in a flash.
The matches that he won. While some were easy, others were difficult. He stood over a fallen opponent, sometimes more, had his hand raised, felt the applause of his adoring fans shower him with love and felt like a champion, even in the times that a championship wasn't in his possession.
The matches that he lost. Some were because of slight errors and others were beat-downs that he couldn't stop from happening. They usually all ended the same way, with his opponents music playing and his body laid out in the ring for the world too laugh at.
The friends. The enemies. The places. The time that flew by faster than he ever thought it would. It all crashed down over his shoulders and he felt like a flower being crushed by rain.
"Wait."
A soft voice cried out.
"Wait. Don't do that."
The sound of an angel.
A savior with blue eyes and blond hair.
