Post by Jack Owyns on Mar 22, 2015 23:16:48 GMT -5
WRESTLER APPLICATION
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BASIC INFORMATION
Real Name: Jack Alexander Owyns
Wrestling Name: Jack Owyns
Nicknames: The Villain
Date of Birth: 03/10/1984
Age: 30
Marital / Relationship Status: Dating Holland Blue
Pic Base: Corey Graves
Height: 6', 3”
Weight: 254 Lbs
Home Town: Seattle, Washington
TIES TO COMMUNITY:
If your wrestler is from or around the Holston Community, please explain his ties to the community: N/A
If your wrestler is not from or around the Holston Community, please explain what brings your wrestler to a startup company like Wrestletown: Recruited by Ian Echo.
EXPERIENCE
Amateur Wrestling Experience: N/A
Pro Wrestling Experience: 14 years of experience. Has wrestled all around the world, most notable in the USA, Canada, and Mexico.
Martial Arts Experience: Trained in Muay Thai, and kickboxing. Only fought professionally for a year, but in the underground ranks.
Other Relevant Experience: Bar fights; street fights occassionally.
ADVERSARIES / ALLIES
Please select at least one wrestler on the roster who, whether based upon past history, or simply based on first glance, you do not like his or her attitude, and the reason; as well as one wrestler (if applicable), who you could see yourself aligning with:
Adversary: Carter Hayes
Reasons: Fuckin' hates the son of a bitch.
Ally: N/A
Reasons: N/A
Supporting Characters: Please list any characters that may show up in supporting roles for your character, along with a pic-base to be reserved for same. (Limit of three per wrestler).
Supporting Character: N/A
Role: N/A
Pic Base: N/A
PERSONALITY
Character Traits (Remove all that do NOT apply):
[x] Aggressive
[x] Arrogant
[x] Childish
[x] Cocky
[x] Cold
[x] Cruel
[x] Dirty
[x] Extreme
[x] Hateful
[x] Open
[x] Reckless
[x] Rule-Breaker
[x] Sadistic
[x] Selfish
[x] Shallow
[x] Sociable
[x] Uncaring
[x] Violent
Brief Character Overview: He’s the type of person, who will speak or do whatever thought pops into his mind; never thinking or worried about the consequences for his actions. Always trying to get underneath people's skin. And, hates 95% of the human population. He will hunt for your weakness, and when found, he will use them against you no matter what they are. A real piece of shit.
Provide Brief Commentary Regarding Your Wrestler's Views on:
(1) Authority / Wrestletown Management: He hates them.
(2) Other Wrestlers: And he hates them too.
(3) The Sport in General: He loves the sport of wrestling. He will never admit it, but deep down, he'd die for this sport.
(4) The Fans in General: And he also hates them too.
(5) The Townies of Holston: Doesn't care.
PERFORMANCE INFORMATION
Theme Music: 'Holla-Loo-Yuh' – R.A. the Rugged Man
Tendency to Cheat (Delete all that do NOT apply):
[x] Sometimes
Favourite Matches Types: Gimmick matches. Any match, with an extreme nature to it, Jack excels.
Least Favourite Matches Types: Standard matches - It's not that he sucks at them, he just finds them so boring. Tag team matches.
WRESTLING INFORMATION
Finishing Moves (two max)
1. 'The Villain Connection' – Tiger Driver ’98.
2. 'Mischief-Maker' – Cut-Throat Saito Suplex.
Trademark Moves (two max)
1. 'Villainous Knee' – Muay Thai Flying Knee
2. 'Jack Unleashed' – Continuous Muay Thai Kick to the chest, of a cornered opponent. Muay Thai Kick.
Common Moves (Ten Max)
1. German Suplex
2. Swinging Neckbreaker
3. Enziguri
4. Eye Gouge
5. Russian Leg Sweep
6. Dragon Screw
7. Snap DDT
8. Front Suplex
9. Knee Smash
10. Blatant Choke Hold
Wrestling Style: Technical Hardcore Brawler.
In-Ring Strengths: In-ring experience, Jack’s going on 13 years in the wrestling industry. His speed, and his ability to take damage.
In-Ring Flaws: Showboating. His cockiness, could be consider a good thing at times, but, it's also consider to be... One of his biggest downfalls. And, his left knee isn't a 100%. Submission isn't his friend.
In-Ring Attitude: Jack’s known for his extremely aggressive approach. His attitude during the match is very cocky, and is known to be quite the talker inside the ring. Using his words, to get underneath an opponent’s skin.
BIOGRAPHY
This. This is my fuckin' story…
Now you’d probably expect some dark twisted story, a story of murder, a story about how my parents hated my fuckin’ guts and abandon me on some street corner like a piece of garbage, or a story so disturbing that you couldn’t even finishing reading to the very last line.
Well, that is not the case. No, far from it, my father loved me, more than you’d ever know. My mother, well, that’s a different story. She suffered from postpartum depression, and not on a minor level. No, I remember my father always saying. “Jack, never let your mother give you a bath. You scream or hide until I find you.” He’d always echo the same words. “Jack, I’m serious, this isn’t a game.” I never listen, however, I never understood until my mother tried giving me a bath of a lifetime.
After that bath, that became the final straw, my father took me away. Full custody and my mother wasn’t allowed in a one mile radius of me. She disappeared from my life, and I never seen her again. I always wonder what happened to her, but as time went by, the thought of her slowly vanished from my mind.
Now my father, he was a successful man. He owned Nordic Energy, the biggest oil company in western Canada at the time. He was a hated man, and his tactics were labeled ruthless. I learned a lot from my father, as after my Mother left. I was glued to him, where he went; I went. So I saw some shit. If my father wanted to drill on your land, and you declined. Then that next day you were signing the deed to your land over. My dad would smile watching them sign while they looked beaten and scared shitless. He always told me “Jack; there is no such word as no. If they say no, you show them why no isn’t a word.”
Which led my father eventually rotting the rest of his life in a prison cell. They threw the book at him, and threw it hard. Fraud, money laundering, corruption, and over a hundred and forty-seven people testified against him for his let’s say dirty tactics he used. This turned into many assault charges and a few attempt murder charges, resulting in me being taken away, and shipped to live with my mother’s sister.
She welcomed me with open arms, until the moment she received the news that she wasn’t going to receive any money. She despised me, fuckin’ hated me. She barely fed me, never even bought me new clothes; she didn’t buy me anything. So, each day I wore the same thing over and over. Which, let me tell you, the kids at school, they made fun of me for it. Nobody sat with me on the bus, or beside me at lunch. When they walked by me, they laughed; a lot of times, they just punched me. Those fuckers were harsh. I hated them. It only did last for two years though, because one day…
I spent six fuckin’ months collecting quarters from abandoned Safeway shopping carts and shoveling people’s sidewalks to buy the toy of toys, the Kenner the Real Ghostbusters ECTO-1A Action Vehicle. From the moment I got home and opened it, and played with it for five minutes, she came bursting into my bedroom and lost it on me. She brought her foot down on it, over and over again, until it laid in pieces. Dumb bitch.
I was mad and angry. I wanted to hurt her like she hurt me. See, she was a painter and was quite fond of her paintings. So I lit a match and burnt them all. However, I didn’t know how flammable her paintings were. It got out of control fast, burnt the trailer to the ground. Though it was an accident, god it felt good watching the flames destroy her hard work. It also triggered something in my head. The thought of her suffering, oh it felt so fuckin’ good. I remember hiding before the fire got out of control in a closet. I remember my aunt and her boyfriend found me, and I’m still not sure to this day if I passed out from my lungs filling up with smoke or the beating those two unleashed on me.
I remember when I finally came around. I was in the passenger seat of a police car with a blanket wrapped around me. Both his knuckles were torn wide open. His name was Jacob Rivers, father of Guy Rivers. He was a good man, he took me in and cared for me. He loved me as if I was his own, and as years passed Guy, who pretended to be my best friend, hated me for it. When it was just us, he was the best friend in the world, but when we went out into public or others were around. He’d always join in on the jokes and made fun of me. It got worse though, cause one day Jacob was supposed to pick me up from school, I could have taken the bus, but I missed it due to a gang beating I received in the boys bathroom. Jacob never showed though, Jacob while on his way pulled over a speeding car, and when he approached the window. Some fuckin’ drunk motherfucker ran him over, killing him on the spot. Fuckin’ bastard.
Guy and Helen hated me and like others despised me.
I only felt the feeling of being loved twice in my life. The rest of the world, hated me, spat on me, showed no mercy. Everything that happened created me. I am who I am because the world fuckin’ made me this way. This cannot be repaired; I will make every last one of you fucks suffer. You will feel my pain and suffering; you will—
HANDLER INFORMATION
Name: Trevor
Contact Info: AIM: onlytrevorhere
