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Post by Mark Force on Feb 3, 2014 9:22:59 GMT -5
- Real Name: Doug
- Date of Birth: February 23rd, 1984
- Hometown: DALLAS, TEXAS
- Age: 29
- Years in Roleplaying: Too many
- How active do you intend to be here? Be honest!: You'll get at least 1 promo per week.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER [TALENT INFORMATION HERE]
- Superstar Name: "King of the Old School" Mark Force
- Wrestlers Pic Base: Think of an uglier, slighty more out-of-shape Kenny Powers....but with a better mullet.
- Wrestling Debut: 2002
- Billed Height: 5'10
- Billed Weight: 250 lbs
-Billed From: The South
- Face/Heel: FACE.
-Wrestling Style: (Brawler, High Flyer, Mat Technician, Power Wrestler, Well Balanced)
MAT TECHNICIAN
- Entrance Music: "The Juice" Chance the Rapper
- List Common Moves (10 moves only please) Sleeperhold. Side Headlock. Russian Leg Sweep. Piledriver. Running Clothesline. Boston Crab. DDT. Abdominal Stretch. Running Leg Drop. Bulldog.
- List Trademark Moves (2 moves only please) "Eye Poke of Impending Doom" - A double-eye-poke.
"Bushwacker" - Elbow drops a fallen opponent, and then rubs his smelly and sweaty armpit in the opponent's face
- List of Finishing Moves (2 moves only please) "Old School Cool" - Full Nelson, sometimes accompanied by a Wet Willie
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]
ACT I
Fade in to Frank Force...barely alive...laying on a couch. A really dirty, nasty couch. The room is dark...and probably smelly. I mean..the signs are all there. Old food wrappers, pizza boxes from every greasy place imaginable are strewn about the floor. 10 day old milk...still in the jug. It’s nearly impossible to tell whether this overweight, beer-bellied character is alive...or just REALLY REALLY asleep.
A phone rings.
Force : A phone? I haven’t paid my bill in months?
A knock at the door. The ringing, coming from behind the door, stops. A man yells from behind the door.
Voice : Mark? I’m looking for Mark Force.
Force : He’s fricken dead, bro. Get with the program.
Voice : What? He...he...he died?
Frank Force gets up, slowly. He trudges over to the door and wipes his stained hands on his stained tank-top. He throws open the door. Standing in the doorway is a pretty sketchy dude. Think Tim Olyphant in “A Man Apart”. Sketchy like that.
Sketchy Dude : Shit, man. He cannot be dead. Can-not. I’m so screwed, I already told them he’d be there!!! I already took the hundred thousand.
Force : Hold up, bro. A hundred thousand....dollars?
Sketchy Dude : One hundred thousand American dollars, bro. I’m screwed. Mark's old stomping grounds, XPW, is doing a reunion show. They gave me 100k to recruit Mark for the show. They want him BAD. So....I lied to them. I told them I knew where he was hiding...and thats why they fronted me the money. I am royally fucked.
Frank stopped. He stared blankly at the fast-talking sketchy bastard standing before him. Sketchy dude started to cry.
Force : Dude. I have an idea.
Sketchy Dude : Dude?
Force : Dude. Yes. Mark Force is very much alive. He’s my brother. Twin brother. I was better than him at everything...but somehow he became the star. A few years back, he retired to South Africa. No phone. No internet. Just him and his little African princess. You know what, though? I’m better than Mark ForceI just need to cultivate a little bit of this fat right here (grabs and shakes a handful of disgusting, hairy, belly)...and we’re in business. I can throw down with the best of them. I may be a little bit rusty.....but shit....for 50k? I will be Mark Force.
Sketchy Dude : I don’t know, man. Mark was a hero to these people. While you do look … sort of like him...I don’t think it’ll work.
Force : Fine. You’d better book a trip to Mexico, then. I don’t think anyone would react well to being robbed of 100 thousand dollars.
Cue an awesome montage!
Frank and Sketchy Dude visit local gyms.
They interview many trainers
They stop for cheeseburgers.
They run uphill. Sweating.
They run downhill. Sweating.
They run up....no, my bad. More cheeseburgers.
Fast forward to the night of XPW’s Reunion Show. Frank is sitting in the locker room alone. He stares off in the distance as he wraps his wrist. Sketchy Dude, though we don’t call him that anymore, sits down next to him as he closes his cell phone.
Formerly Sketchy Dude...now Ryan Barrett : Frank. We gotta talk, man. I know you’re gonna kill it out there tonight. Where do we go after that, though?
Force : I hadn’t really thought of it, man. We’ve been so focused on this night. I’m about to make enough money to fuckin’ get blasted every night for a year.
Barrett : Seriously , man. What if you didn’t get “fuckin blasted every night for a year”? What if you kept training? What if you did this full time?
Force : Full time? Just how is that going to work?
Barrett : Despite what I believed was humanly possible...you actually whipped up into sorta-shape. We could make this work.
Force : Ain’t nobody gonna hire Mark Force’s old, no-name brother.
Barrett : Yea, but they’d hire Mark Force. Lets just keep it up. It doesn’t have to stop here. Matter of fact...it won’t stop here. I took the liberty of making some phone calls for you, Mark.
Force : Don’t call me Mark, man. Creeps me out.
Barrett : The USPW is interested in MARK FORCE, man. I’ve already brokered us a deal. Barrett : They’re faxing paperwork over to your apartment right now.
Force :What the fuck is faxing?
Barrett : Don’t worry about it. Go out there. Give the people what they’ve been missing. Don’t just act like Mark...BECOME MARK.
Force : I don’t know, that sounds like some incest shit right there (snickers).
Ryan pushes Mark playfully. They hug....but it’s a totally heterosexual hug...I promise. Mark may have gotten a little chubbed up...but it’s just the excitement from the big night.
CUE ANOTHER MONTAGE!
Linkin Park’s “What Ive Done” hits.
Mark enters the ring to a huge pop. He high fives the fans on the way to the ring.
He and Bubba enter a test of strength....which Mark easily loses.
Mark gets pounded on for what seems like an eternity. He’s bleeding, and woozy.
Bubba sets Mark up for the PowerBomb....at the last second, Mark drops down.
He grabs Bubba’s deck and runs to the turnbuckle, and leaps off for the Spinning DDT.
One!
Two!
Three!
Music Stops. It’s Dark. We’re on a plane...but there’s no motherfucking snakes anywhere to be seen. Despite that...Mark is restless. He looks out the window upon beautiful downtown DC. The plane has lowered it’s gear, and is descending for landing. He can see the Ameri-Dome, and can barely make out what’s flashing on the bright LCD....
THIS FRIDAY!!!!!
TV TOURNAMENT MATCH!!!
JASPER LOCKE!
vs
“King of Old School”
MARK FORCE!
Force : Welp....here goes nothing...
SIGN AND DATE THE APPLICATION
- Your Name: Doug
- Today's Date: 2/3/14
- Date of Birth: February 23rd, 1984
- Hometown: DALLAS, TEXAS
- Age: 29
- Years in Roleplaying: Too many
- How active do you intend to be here? Be honest!: You'll get at least 1 promo per week.
TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER [TALENT INFORMATION HERE]
- Superstar Name: "King of the Old School" Mark Force
- Wrestlers Pic Base: Think of an uglier, slighty more out-of-shape Kenny Powers....but with a better mullet.
- Wrestling Debut: 2002
- Billed Height: 5'10
- Billed Weight: 250 lbs
-Billed From: The South
- Face/Heel: FACE.
-Wrestling Style: (Brawler, High Flyer, Mat Technician, Power Wrestler, Well Balanced)
MAT TECHNICIAN
- Entrance Music: "The Juice" Chance the Rapper
- List Common Moves (10 moves only please) Sleeperhold. Side Headlock. Russian Leg Sweep. Piledriver. Running Clothesline. Boston Crab. DDT. Abdominal Stretch. Running Leg Drop. Bulldog.
- List Trademark Moves (2 moves only please) "Eye Poke of Impending Doom" - A double-eye-poke.
"Bushwacker" - Elbow drops a fallen opponent, and then rubs his smelly and sweaty armpit in the opponent's face
- List of Finishing Moves (2 moves only please) "Old School Cool" - Full Nelson, sometimes accompanied by a Wet Willie
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]
ACT I
Fade in to Frank Force...barely alive...laying on a couch. A really dirty, nasty couch. The room is dark...and probably smelly. I mean..the signs are all there. Old food wrappers, pizza boxes from every greasy place imaginable are strewn about the floor. 10 day old milk...still in the jug. It’s nearly impossible to tell whether this overweight, beer-bellied character is alive...or just REALLY REALLY asleep.
A phone rings.
Force : A phone? I haven’t paid my bill in months?
A knock at the door. The ringing, coming from behind the door, stops. A man yells from behind the door.
Voice : Mark? I’m looking for Mark Force.
Force : He’s fricken dead, bro. Get with the program.
Voice : What? He...he...he died?
Frank Force gets up, slowly. He trudges over to the door and wipes his stained hands on his stained tank-top. He throws open the door. Standing in the doorway is a pretty sketchy dude. Think Tim Olyphant in “A Man Apart”. Sketchy like that.
Sketchy Dude : Shit, man. He cannot be dead. Can-not. I’m so screwed, I already told them he’d be there!!! I already took the hundred thousand.
Force : Hold up, bro. A hundred thousand....dollars?
Sketchy Dude : One hundred thousand American dollars, bro. I’m screwed. Mark's old stomping grounds, XPW, is doing a reunion show. They gave me 100k to recruit Mark for the show. They want him BAD. So....I lied to them. I told them I knew where he was hiding...and thats why they fronted me the money. I am royally fucked.
Frank stopped. He stared blankly at the fast-talking sketchy bastard standing before him. Sketchy dude started to cry.
Force : Dude. I have an idea.
Sketchy Dude : Dude?
Force : Dude. Yes. Mark Force is very much alive. He’s my brother. Twin brother. I was better than him at everything...but somehow he became the star. A few years back, he retired to South Africa. No phone. No internet. Just him and his little African princess. You know what, though? I’m better than Mark ForceI just need to cultivate a little bit of this fat right here (grabs and shakes a handful of disgusting, hairy, belly)...and we’re in business. I can throw down with the best of them. I may be a little bit rusty.....but shit....for 50k? I will be Mark Force.
Sketchy Dude : I don’t know, man. Mark was a hero to these people. While you do look … sort of like him...I don’t think it’ll work.
Force : Fine. You’d better book a trip to Mexico, then. I don’t think anyone would react well to being robbed of 100 thousand dollars.
Cue an awesome montage!
Frank and Sketchy Dude visit local gyms.
They interview many trainers
They stop for cheeseburgers.
They run uphill. Sweating.
They run downhill. Sweating.
They run up....no, my bad. More cheeseburgers.
Fast forward to the night of XPW’s Reunion Show. Frank is sitting in the locker room alone. He stares off in the distance as he wraps his wrist. Sketchy Dude, though we don’t call him that anymore, sits down next to him as he closes his cell phone.
Formerly Sketchy Dude...now Ryan Barrett : Frank. We gotta talk, man. I know you’re gonna kill it out there tonight. Where do we go after that, though?
Force : I hadn’t really thought of it, man. We’ve been so focused on this night. I’m about to make enough money to fuckin’ get blasted every night for a year.
Barrett : Seriously , man. What if you didn’t get “fuckin blasted every night for a year”? What if you kept training? What if you did this full time?
Force : Full time? Just how is that going to work?
Barrett : Despite what I believed was humanly possible...you actually whipped up into sorta-shape. We could make this work.
Force : Ain’t nobody gonna hire Mark Force’s old, no-name brother.
Barrett : Yea, but they’d hire Mark Force. Lets just keep it up. It doesn’t have to stop here. Matter of fact...it won’t stop here. I took the liberty of making some phone calls for you, Mark.
Force : Don’t call me Mark, man. Creeps me out.
Barrett : The USPW is interested in MARK FORCE, man. I’ve already brokered us a deal. Barrett : They’re faxing paperwork over to your apartment right now.
Force :What the fuck is faxing?
Barrett : Don’t worry about it. Go out there. Give the people what they’ve been missing. Don’t just act like Mark...BECOME MARK.
Force : I don’t know, that sounds like some incest shit right there (snickers).
Ryan pushes Mark playfully. They hug....but it’s a totally heterosexual hug...I promise. Mark may have gotten a little chubbed up...but it’s just the excitement from the big night.
CUE ANOTHER MONTAGE!
Linkin Park’s “What Ive Done” hits.
Mark enters the ring to a huge pop. He high fives the fans on the way to the ring.
He and Bubba enter a test of strength....which Mark easily loses.
Mark gets pounded on for what seems like an eternity. He’s bleeding, and woozy.
Bubba sets Mark up for the PowerBomb....at the last second, Mark drops down.
He grabs Bubba’s deck and runs to the turnbuckle, and leaps off for the Spinning DDT.
One!
Two!
Three!
Music Stops. It’s Dark. We’re on a plane...but there’s no motherfucking snakes anywhere to be seen. Despite that...Mark is restless. He looks out the window upon beautiful downtown DC. The plane has lowered it’s gear, and is descending for landing. He can see the Ameri-Dome, and can barely make out what’s flashing on the bright LCD....
THIS FRIDAY!!!!!
TV TOURNAMENT MATCH!!!
JASPER LOCKE!
vs
“King of Old School”
MARK FORCE!
Force : Welp....here goes nothing...
SIGN AND DATE THE APPLICATION
- Your Name: Doug
- Today's Date: 2/3/14
