Post by Sean Mason on Apr 14, 2009 5:35:24 GMT -5
::: WRESTLER'S INFO :::
Real Name: Lee McDonahugh
In Ring Name: 'ThumbTack' Jack.
Age: 31
Nickname: Thumbtack.
Hometown: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Weight: 280lbs
Height: 6'3"
Gender: Male
Gimmick: Very similar to the sandman himself, he loves to get drunk and fight plus he doesn't care who knows it.
Weapon of Choice: Thumbtacks, chairs or anything that isn't nailed down.
Nick names: The hardcore hero & The human horror film.
Favorite saying:'Im not a complete idiot...some parts are missin'
Theme Music: Mushroom Head - Solitary Unraveling.
Alignment: Adored by any fan of hardcore wrestling, hated by anyone sqeemish or a fan of 'classic' wrestling..
Brief background: Jack has wrestled all over the worlds for a number of companies, never really being tied down to one in particular. He is loud, obnoxious and couldn't give a shit what anybody thinks of him or his actions. He was determined to make a name for himself ever since he joined the business, as well as getting somewhere in his career and be remembered. This is when hardcore wrestling began to appeal to him, he never looked back and has since fought in many legendary battles. The one that stands out as well as being the most talked about happend nearly ten yeras ago, where he was dunked into over 1200 thumb tacks, this is when he ditched the alias of Lee Mack and became ThumbTack Jack - The human pin cusion!
Looks: The Sandman
::: MOVE SET :::
Finisher 1: Floor-gasm
Finisher 2: Jumpin' Jack
Signature Moves:
* The Tear Jerker
* Back to A-Tack
* 720 DDT
* The hang over.
* C4
Common Moves/Trademark Moves, Max=10):
1. Head Butt
2. German Suplex
3. Cross Body
4. DDT
5. Clothesline
6. Round House Kick
7. Chokeslam
8. Figure four (around turnbuckle)
9. Huracarana
10. Frog Splash
::: SAMPLE ROLEPLAYS :::
FOOD FOR THOUGHT!
The scene opens showing the reflection of perfection – Jason ‘the sensation’ Ricochet stood laughing to himself. He is stood outside of a TV shop as the camera alters its position it shows him re-watching the promo/attack launched at him the previous night. He has one arm on the glass with the other over his eyes as he watches in disbelief. He becomes aware of the camera as he instructs it to ‘get a load of this!’ He turns a number of times to the camera crew laughing, before finally drawing them closer as he begins to speak.
This is exactly what I was on about the other week, before Shockwave as I stood on the top of the titron. The speech I made about the furniture & freaks of nature trying to rule the APW. I won’t stand for this sh*t though as I’ve already made clear I didn’t come here to talk trash – bitching about each opponent I face every week as this just isn’t my style at all. This big nasty bastard Carl Cage insists on talking about me, about how he’s going to destroy me and the rest of the roster? This steroid infested ego-maniac seems to be forgetting that there are other ways to release this anger….This rage that builds up, I mean his wife looks capable of 'releasing’ this rage. Or maybe that is the cause? He can’t fulfil her deep urges; maybe I could lend a hand or two she looks to carry two large ‘rage relieving’…Oh forget it!
As he laughs so do the camera crew, but they quickly compose themselves remembering they must stand un-bias. He now looks around, thinking of his next move he smiles looks over to the camera before strutting down the busy street. The cameras hurry along side the gripped man as he enters a market area. He stops near by what appears to be a fruit & vegetable stall; as he fingers his way through an assortment of items he stops as he hold a small banana in his hand. He turns around with a cheeky expression plastered across his handsome face as he talks once again.
As I have been left with no option but to retaliate to the trash talked by my opponent next week ‘Carl rage’ I assume I should make it interesting if not humorous. I’ am not one to stand around shouting abuse about how people are going to get destroyed in my hands, in fact I find this tiresome and to be honest boring. So here we have a little lesson in why I will be victorious next week, here in my left hand I hold an average banana. You may ask yourself 'Why is he going to indulge in a nice smoothie maybe?’ No I sure am not; instead I shall use it to describe Mr. Carl Rage. So here we go at first glance it looks nice, bright attractive to a select few. Notice though the skin it’s tough, guards the inside. Not only this but is quite easy to peal away.
(he peals back the banana skin as he exposes the inside the stall owner looks over in anger, but realizing who the huge man is he keeps quiet not intent on aggravating the superstar.)
Look at this though on the inside under all the armour and protection it is weak, shows no defence as I poke holes through it? The same can be said about Mr Carl Rage he hides under his big exterior which may appear strong, resistant and feisty appearance. So don’t be kidded by his steroid abused body, he is soft on the inside.
(takes a big long sniff at the piece of fruit before biting the end off and chewing with a smile on his face, as he finishes his mouthful he continues talking.)
He unlike the banana though doesn’t smell or taste nice at all I’ll give him credit where credit is due!
He stays at the Stall but now picks up a large pair of melons, he jokes around with them placing them on his chest as if they where tits. He childishly laughs once again; he then holds a melon in each hand as he alters his voice slightly to single he is now talking to Krystal. His voice is gentler as he speaks in a lighter & friendlier tone.
Here we have? That’s right a pair of HUGE melons, now these can be used to describe you as well Krystal my dear. You see the thing with women like you your nice to look at fun to play with as I just demonstrated. The only thing with you is to tell if you’re any good you must tap you first if you catch my drift. Im not the kind of guy who goes around robbing other people’s melons though Carl don’t shout at me again I beg of you! The point I made though you must agree is true to truly know if a pair of melons (women) is sour or ripe, you must tap them (fuck them). So bring your fine ass down by ring side if you wish to see what all the fuss is about; as you will soon realize that looser you stand by is no good for anything with his steroid-ruined…No wait!
(He turns and picks up a small, dirty and nasty looking carrot he shakes it his right hand grinning, before grabbing a large stick of cucumber in the other; he breaks the carrot in two as he stands with the cucumber in the other.)
So you see dear the choice is yours! Im not asking for you to be mine, but at least leave that sorry excuse for a loser!
As he takes a large bite of the cucumber before placing it back; the stall owner makes his voice heard by ordering some amount of money from ‘the reflection of perfection’. To which he turns and tips the mans produce all over the market floor before turning back one last time to the camera and stating ‘See you at overdrive Rage!’ He leaves the view and the scene ends. [/color]
OR.........
BITCH OR NO BITCH![/color]
Brooklyn 3:12PM
There is a cheering noise as the camera man makes his way down a large hall way, as we approach a half open door the noise becomes louder and it becomes apparent it is the sound of the APW crowd from San Jose the day previous. The camera man pushes the door open as it reveals a large room complete with widescreen TV hung upon the wall. As we get further into the room we see The Sensation sat on a wide brown leather couch, he is cheering along with the crowd as he grips hold of a pillow in excitement. The camera turns top the TV and it shows Jason’s match from the night previous as he battles against Rick Stevens. He yells at the camera man who shudders almost dropping his camera. He then continues in his excitement as he counts with the referees count – 1…2…3! He seems pleased with his first proper victory in the APW, and reminds us of a child on Christmas day. As he pauses the DVD, he orders the camera man over.
What the hell are you guys doing here? I can’t get a day to myself it would seem. You best have a good reason and none of this reality TV bull sh*t that pollutes.
No actually where here to catch up with the fastest rising star, here in our federation. So maybe a few questions if that’s okay with you obviously?
Yeah sure I mean it comes with the job description I suppose. I bet your wondering how Im feeling after the ass whooping I dealt Rick last night, I mean sure it was great but he didn’t half make it hard! Sure I must admit he had me worrying for about maybe 4 to 5 seconds.
He bursts into laughter but is soon interrupted by the interviewer, who instead asks him the question.
No actually we where wondering how you feel about your opponent next Overdrive, live from California on the 22nd.
There is a look of sheer pleasure on his face as he sits up realizing that he is unaware of who his next opponent is. He looks up at the ceiling as he begins to list the names of the possible people he could be facing.
Oh sh*t yeah! Streets? No! It must be….Twister perhaps. Ill be there don’t worry, he maybe the champ but that doesn’t mean sh*t to a guy like me. I mean sure we would put on a speculative show for the crowd and millions watching form home. I’ve got to ring my mum and dad, make sure their in California to see this!
The interviewer looks to his camera man with a puzzled look; he then looks at his feet as he wonders how he should break the news. He holds back, and then coughs before he calmly tells Jason who he is facing. He uses a tone similar to that of a doctor or vet delivering bad news to a child.
Well yeah that would be a great spectacle….But maybe not just yet. I can’t believe you haven’t spoken to Jeff about your match its not like Jeff at all.
Jason leans closer towards the interviewer and puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He then laughs once again before he explains his story, but first he rubs his hands together as he tries to remember the details.
Well I went out after Overdrive last night, and me being me I hit a few bars over in San Jose had a few beers to many. (He bursts into laughter once again as he tries to continue the story). To cut a long story short I meet a lady who was just as excited as me about my win. We got to talking and that’s all I can remember – well that is until I woke up in a hotel room. Everything was gone my wallet, cell phone even my clothes to make matters worst I can’t even recall if I managed to bone her. So to answer your question I couldn’t have spoken to Jeff as I haven’t been with my phone all morning.
Again the interviewer looks at his camera man as he looks for advice of what to say in desperation. He gets none the wiser and decides to just spill it to Jay.
You see the thing is your opponent this week it’s not Streets nor is it Twister. You have a ‘special’ opponent this week Jay.
What you mean a handicap match? Or an actual ‘special’ person, ‘cos man I’m going to beat up on a cripple. It just isn’t my style – I know you mean a special stipulation a hardcore match or something?
No, none of those Jason you see you’ll be stepping into the ring with Katrina ‘Arcadia’ Olivetti….
Who the hells he? What a gay name, can’t say Im familiar with him. It isn’t another a new guy is it why can’t I face one of the bigger guys here in APW?
No Katrina is no guy Jay, he is a…..she. This Monday you square off in a mixed-gender match, with possibly the best woman athlete in wrestling today. It will be interesting….
At that point what the interviewer is saying registers with Jason. He pulls a face of disgust but quickly realizes that Katrina is hot. Dirty thoughts flow through his mind as he lifts a smile and speaks.
A female are you sure? Me Jason ‘The Sensation’ Ricochet against a bitch? Now this could fun! It’d be like being a porn star. I getting paid to hold her head between my legs as I hurtle her across the ring this could make a brilliant film. But wait how could I ever hit someone so beautiful? This is a pure head fuck; on the one hand it’s an easy victory and a sneaky feel up of one of the finest ladies to ever grace the ring. On the other it could turn into a scene off Jerry Springer, sh*t man I don’t know what to do. Could I actually hit a lady? My one true passion and also my favorite hobby? I mean I collect pussy like some guys collect stamps I can get a lady just like that, would they ever look at me again though if I was to beat up no a girl.
Im sure Jeff wouldn’t set you up in a match against her if her felt it would be an easy victory, He must have faith that it will be a good match or he wouldn’t have set it up. Everyone realizes that wrestling is wrestling, and that life is life what happens in the ring doesn’t reflect on you as a person. Im sure the ‘pussy’ would not turn their noses after your match.
Jason looks the interviewer up and down with a confused expression; he is trying to ask a question but is having difficulty wording it. He decides to be brunt as he replies.
How the hell would you know anything about pussy, look at you man your fat old and that breathe that you pollute the air waves with stinks. You can’t see your pathetic excuse for a cock over your jolly old belly, so why would any woman want to?
The interviewer blushes as he struggles to regain composer, he is having trouble speaking as the camera crew snigger under their breath at Jason’s remarks. He suddenly calls for the end of the interview and storms out of the home leaving the camera crew behind. As the scene ends it shows a the crew sitting down and having a beer with a confused Jason
Ricochet as they again watch his match from Monday.
Brooklyn 10:33Pm Some Bar
We meet the perfection of reflection at a small local bar, he is still with the camera crew from before they are all fairly drunk but decide they must attempt to get some footage. The whole thing is a half-assed attempt but never the less it is footage. The bar is filling up rapidly, both men and women are scattered around in groups. Jason and his new found friends sit in a quiet corner just past the dance floor, they eye up the ‘talent’ as it passes rating each girl out of 10. By now with thanks to the drink the crew have become much more laid back it is apparent they are slightly more drunk then Jay. As the drinks flow Jason notices a few people pointing and whispering, he takes this as a positive and after scanning the same lady for over twenty minutes. He feels he has a chance so leaves the other guys behind as he walks over to the lady and her two other friends, who are positioned at the bar. As he reaches the women he leans upon the bar with his usual arrogance before he speaks.
So I’ve noticed you looking over at me, now I’m not one to be forward (turns and winks at camera) but how you fancy leaving this shitty bar and going somewhere to erm? Talk or something how’s that sound?
The response is not a good one as she looks at both her friends before throwing her full glass in his face. He stands arms out at his side drenches from head to toe; he stares the woman in the face but simply smiles and walks away. He heads back over to the other guys.
She is definitely a lesbian man I’m telling you. What the f**k you think all that was about? Now I would have no worries stepping in the ring with that slut. Anyway forget it I mean its early yet plenty of pussy here for me anyway.
One of the camera crew points a woman out, by far the hottest in the whole place; she has just returned from the toilet and stands near the jukebox choosing a tune to play. He skips over with a slightly less arrogance but still his confidence is obvious as is his cheap aftershave.
So miss, you all alone over her?That is a damn shame! I'd never leave you alone.
He pauses but the silence is louder than a train crash, he looks again puzzled to why he is not having his usual success with the females. He taps her on the shoulder but she turns and barks at him.
Don’t come over to me thinking I’m going to melt, you prick how dare you! Wrestling a woman I wouldn’t dare speak to you I mean you might get me in a head lock or something!
What you mean you’re a wrestling fan? I don’t usually beat up on woman I never have and aren’t too sure I ever will again.
Yeah Im a wrestling fan, but it’s all over the internet and sports news you dumb ass! So I’d keep a low profile because there’s thousands of woman out there after kicking your ass do yourself a favour and f**k off back to your corner over there with them geeks.
He turns to walk back to his seat with his mouth wide open in shock, he is greeted by the others asking how it went and if she has any friends on there way but he simply sits down and downs the remainder of his beer. He still sits silent but then his outburst is caught on camera as he speaks directly to Arcadia.
Now this sh*t has got to stop, I can’t get any pussy with this whole mixed-gender match so listen up Arcadia I’m not going to enjoy kicking your ass. The thing is I’m the hottest star on the APW roster and therefore my unbeaten record must remain intact, no matter what it takes my reputation is on the line! I have one of the highest paid salaries and intend to keep the good relationship with President Jeff that I have.
Which is why for whatever his reason for putting me in this match I will turn up and perform, I will treat you the same as any other superstar I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear. No hesitation, no repent and certainly no mercy you see even though it may seem I’m a bastard for hitting you or whatever you’re on the APW roster and before The Sensation arrived I said I would face and beat any member of the roster. It’s not all bad though I mean I love a woman who wants to wrestle me to the floor in her skin tight tights, maybe we could kiss and make up after my victory. If not then there’s thousands of others out there who I can celebrate with I’m sure of that.
Maybe I could slip you into a new hold I’ve been working on for a while now its pretty simple you place your opponent on theirs knees you stand in front of them with you facing them……
He stands up out his seat with a drunken stumble before demonstrating his ‘new hold’ but basically shows a B.J. Very childishly the rest of the guys laugh like a bunch of college boys he then silences them insisting he needs to get his point across.
You see this Wednesday in California not only will I prove I’m the greatest and most athletic wrestler at APW but I wills how that I ‘am the most resourceful and versatile. I will show that by stepping into the ring with a woman nothing fazes me also that there is no situation I will back out of. I’m just sorry it had to be you babe would be a shame if that lovely little face got scrambled but I suppose that will only fuel the fire as I pummel you constantly as you look the same as about a thousand girls I’ve meet and f****d before. The only difference is in your f*****g there is no bed or condoms involved, me you a ring and the thousand in attendance I’ll still make you scream and wet (sweet); it may be a quick match but I assure you that I ‘am not a one minute man when it comes to sex. So see you Monday Overdrive about 9PM for our ‘date’ there will be no roses or fancy meal, just a whole lot of hurt along with a portion of SENSATION!
The camera turns off cutting to static as it returns to the scheduled programme.
OR WITH JACK........
We find ourselves in a smallish, run-down and cheap bar we know this due to the usual signs, broken glass all over the floor plus the drunken girl passed out with her legs left wide open slouched over the pool table. The room is dark and smoky would be a good deterrent, to any parent trying to steer their child away from drinking and or smoking. The camera searches across the floor of smoke looking for signs of life, signs aren’t too good until we hear a small crash behind us. We turn just catching Jack slamming the door behind him as he walks in, the door is slanted and looks to be on its last legs, to put it bluntly if this bar was a horse – it would have been put down many years ago.
Jack stands smiling only adding to the smoke with the lit cigarette dangling form his mouth, as the cherry of the cigarette burns bright under the pressure of his draw on it. He begins to walk over to the bar area looking like a child on Christmas morning about to open their presents, as he passes by the cameraman we notice his attire. He is dressed as though he is going somewhere important, or doing something significant. He sits on ‘his’ stool at the bar as we struggle to pass through the cloud of smoke, we know it is his chair due to the patches of blood and the fact no other stool is anywhere near it. He orders himself a beer along with a Jack Daniels, quickly gulping the smaller drink taking the sting out with a mouthful of beer. As he thoroughly enjoys the flavors passing down his throat he begins to talk.
‘’I love this place – sure it ain’t no palace but you get all the necessitates, cheap beer drunk bitches and a seat for me to fall over later (laughs). I can tell by the look on your face you’ve never been anywhere as ‘classy’ as this before (talking to cameraman), well don’t hesitate what’s your poison?’’
The cameraman whispers the name of his ‘poison’ just enough so we can’t hear it at home, Jack looks at him the way a farther would look at his son if they told them they were gay. He then decides each to their own before ordering him the drink, the bar tender also gives off the same look before stating he has never heard of it before. To the cameraman’s displeasure he ends up with an ordinary beer, the same as Jack’s it has no label or for that matter taste. Jack bashes the two bottles together before continuing talking, he takes sips each time he stops talking.
‘’So I’ve been doing some serious ‘revision’ over the past day or two, you know weighing up the opposition as you do with most things in life. Their a varied bunch is the first thing I’ve noticed – Firstly you’ve got some guy who looks like something that even the discovery channel would approach with caution. Goes by the name of (pauses to think) was it Ronald or Donald? (The cameraman informs him before he continues) Yeah that’s the guy, I mean I don’t have to offend this guy or talk shit about him he does that all by himself. They say never hit a man with glasses, but I see that as more of an achievement, it could be for him anyhow if they cut my knuckles in the process. He could brag about how he made a hardcore legend bleed (laughs), he’d probably faint at the sight of blood anyway.
I even called my eldest daughter round the other day (that he knows of), so she could come round to help me set up that internet thing. Its amazing it can tell you everything, so I though I’d search this freak up online – maybe he’d be in Americas most wanted for molesting chicken who knows (laughs). It turned out however he has wrestled previously for a different company, I watched a couple of his matches if you could call it that (laughs). After about twenty seconds I realized this guy is a joke, no way is he going to intervene in me becoming the first ever ICW champ and if that fairy does try anything, especially that ‘rod of justice’ I’ll shove that little loveable dog up his ass sideways. Something I’m sure he would love much more than the ICW world title.’’
He orders himself another short of Jack Daniels, the camera gets a better look at the glass this time showing the full extent of the dirt concealed at the bottom of it. This however doesn’t bother Jack at all as he continues to neck the content, before refocusing and carrying on talking.
‘’Another one of those freaks that got my intention was that clown, you know the fag wearing the paint. Lucan – what a joke his mother was having naming him that, she single handedly committed him to a future of abuse form everybody. Maybe that’s the reason behind the paint, to disguise him from the school friends who bullied him daily. Or perhaps he fancies himself as one of those ‘Juggalos’, don’t get me wrong I love the music of ICP (insane clown posse) but right now I’m focused one hundred percent on ICW. If that means taking out another clown in the process of being victorious so be it, another child’s birthday ruined if I put him into hospital (laughs).
I always did hate clowns anyway, little fuckers popping balloons and scaring my kids – making him cry no his birthday, or maybe that was ‘cos I wrapped that chair around his head? Either way the red nosed, horn honking, joke-telling colorful asses get on my nerves. So Lucan it will be pleasure smashing you over that top rope and out of contention.’’
He finishes off his beer and offers the cameraman another also, but a mostly full bottle already in his hand he declines. As he takes the head off his new bottle he suddenly remembers something, almost spitting out the mouthful of beer – just managing to keep his mouth closed. He gulps it down and gets straight to the point; for he has remembered his first encounter with a Mr. Sullivan.
‘’That guy who I bumped into the other day - who had his nose of the verge of Jerome’s ass, the guy shaking at meeting his boss for the very first time (laughs). The one dressed up like an Olympic swimmer with his ‘lovely’ spandex, left nothing to the imagination. He was certainly a character silly son-of-a-bitch didn’t even have the nerve to stick up for himself; Jerome had to take me aside and calm me down.
I hate nothing more than a brown nosing, scared-of-his-own-shadow so called athlete. Sure he has the body and that cool hair (laughs) but he lacks everything it takes to make it in this business, keep the spandex, the hair and even the figure and become a life guard of something. You won’t last two minutes in this business ‘boy’, I will ensure it this Friday when I prove exactly why you lurk around at the bottom of the food chain here. Sure I’m a drunk a little loud and obnoxious but at east I speak my mind as well as fighting my own battles, never letting anyone protect me or get involved in MY business’’
As he downs the rest of his beer understandably after all the talking he has done, a noise is heard form the pool table as the half dead drunk girl awakes. The camera turns catching her stumbling a little, before finally being sick all down the side of the wall. The camera turns back and the smile ahs once again returned to Jack’s face, he has had an idea the likes of which we don’t wish to delve into.
He has bad intentions for the drunken young lady he is followed by the camera crew as he heads over to the pool table. She immediately recognizes him before wrapping her arms around him, as though she has known him for years. He carries on speaking with her wrapped tightly around him kissing his neck, whispering into his ear.
‘’This is why it rules being ThumbTack Jack, I aint a looker nor do I have the best dress sense or chat-up lines. The girls round here love me ‘cos they know I can fight and well, round here they go wild for that. See I’m your Brad Pitt around here, I’m the guy every guy wants to be and the guy their wives want to fuck! She has probably only come down here to catch a glimpse of this ‘celebrity’, I don’t intend to disappoint either (lands a kiss on her left cheek and follows it with a suggestive wink).
So for the rest of the ICW roster I’ll keep it short and simple, I’ve come to fight, I love nothing more than a fight. Over the years the number of chairs that have bounced of this head, the amount of tables this pink body ahs been slammed through and the number of items cracked into this face and I still got up. After getting up I claimed career after career on my rise to the top, as you shall all soon learn this Friday at Mayhem. Just remember – I’m not a complete idiot…Some parts are missing, thankfully not the part shes going to be introduced to (laughs)!’’
The promo finishes with the shot of him shoving his tongue down his new friend’s neck, as well as the cameraman slyly placing his still half full bottle of nasty beer on a nearby table before exiting.
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