Tony Savage: Mass Murder and Hilarity ensues!
Jul 6, 2018 20:20:11 GMT -5
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Post by Quentin Tony-Tino on Jul 6, 2018 20:20:11 GMT -5
Wrestler's Name
:Tony Savage
Pic Base Charlie Hunnam
Height
: 6'3"
Weight
: 237 lbs.
Entrance Theme
: "Legend Has It" by Run the Jewels.
Custom Entrance: The lights go low, "Legend Has It" by Run the Jewels bumps over the speakers, and out comes America's Favorite Legal Mass Murderer. He strolls down to the ring, eating a Slim Jim and grabbing his dick, looking at the fans like they were fecal matter on his sneakers. He even stops and points out to a full retard all the typos on their sign before they get a face full of meat by-product. Then he gets in the ring, cussing at the ref to back off and not photobomb his pre fight ring time. Then he cracks his knuckles and gets ready....
Gender
: Male
Hometown
: Atlanta, Georgia
Wrestling Style/Resemblence
: Technical mixed with MMA
Why is your character a wrestler: He likes merchandising residuals, ring rat ass, and being able to beat people into meat paste without copping a felony case
Trademark Maneuver(s) (List however many. They will get used in matches)
Set up to Finisher
: Irish Whip
Finisher
: One Hitter Quitter (Ox Baker style Heart Punch)
Alignment:
Heel (just 'cos they push more merch.)
Sample Roleplay:
So, I guess these bi-pedal nutt-sacks running this place wanna free sample, like it's fucking Friday at Whole Foods. Okay, fine...I'm bored, anyways. Damn wife says I need to get out of the house, go back to work. Actually, it was more like....
Anthony Kennedy Savage; if I have to deal with your trifling bloody arse either fixing shit that doesn't need repair, or sitting around the house binge watching Sherlock, I swear the day will end with a potato peeler embedded in your taint!
My bae; always so cashmere soft when it comes to constructive criticism....
So....*puff*....let's kick this pig, so I can get back to making bacon....
Usually, wrestlers try to go out of their way to impress with gaudy, overblown scenes and ridiculous venues. Seriously, T copped some douche cutting a shoot in the fuckin' Louvre in Paris one time. Seriously, cutting a promo in an art museum? 85% of the football helmet wearing hobgoblins known as wrestling fans barely can sit through Bob Ross reruns; how the FUCK are they gonna grasp the DUTCH MASTERS!?!
Anywho, not Tony. Especially if he ain't getting a budget for production, so, there's the old standby of T's...
Explain in graphic detail how most of the roster of his new company are nothing but ass pimples waiting for a dose of Pro-Activ whilst puffing a spliff on the shitter...
*puff* Good shit, too. You should know; I stole your sack and papers while you were getting a Dasani from the fridge.
You motherfucker....
No end to my dastardly deeds. Anyways...*grunts*...fuck, why the hell did I let wifey convince me to eat kale, huh? Ate a salad at noon; I've been on the crapper so damn long, I think I missed most of the afternoon block on ESPN...
I'm Tony Savage. A good portion of this roster knows me; if you see Eddie's spacesuit fill up with shit, or Julie Brooks get a grin on her face, looking for a USB chord to plug in her vibrator....
That's the kids from our old house at Boardwalk welcoming Dad home!
For everyone else, here's a quick recap, because I'm not going that deep on the wrestling version of a fucking demo tape...
I'm a Sagittarius, I love Thai food, long walks on the beach, and caving in a spandex wearing dipshit's chest cavity like there's some Thai soccer players trapped in there...
*Puff* Was that too soon? I dunno; my verbal filter's too clogged up with hatred for my competition and blunt resin to catch that.
I'm a 4 time world champion. Boardwalk...did that.
EWC...did that too, until Danny Mac loved the taste of a CM Punk clone's dick so much, he pretty much handed him the fed despite not earning shit. ( I ain't forgot 'bout you, Kes. They shoulda done ya better there, girl.)
Premiere Fighting, New Age wrestling. I have a LOT of gold plaques on my walls....*urrgh*...*begins spraying Febreeze*...that's bad when you stink YOURSELF out on your own brand...
And enough scars and wreckage in one's life to prove one earned that rep.
But sometimes, you gotta step away from the game. Take stock and figure out what to do next. I've been out of the loop for a while. I'll explain later; I'm not breaking out the good shit for this party today. So, here's the condensed version of what to expect from good ol' Push-ya T.....
No by the numbers promos about respect or honor on commitment, like some rookie making a recruiting video. No dumping out my emotional purse or presenting material that looks like the shit they leave on the cutting room floor during editing the Young and The Restless. No made up ass famous wrestling lineage, or hyping up some "famous" trainer who's address they got off a flyer stapled to a telephone. Only all that oh so family friendly fare you've come to expect from Tony...
Drama! Comedy! Bitches with tig ol' bitties. Disses so tight, you'll rush to Soundcloud to check out the rest of my mixtape. Highly detailed and graphic descriptions of how I'ma tell an idiot fuck his wrestling hopes and dreams, and describe in crystal clarity how I'ma make them eat their own asshole out in front of a viewing audience no matter HOW many vertebrae I have to dislocate on them.
And dead bodies. Lots and LOTS of dead bodies! I mean, the SHIT me and Zybala did to Matt's car back in New Jersey....ain't enough new car smell air fresheners getting that stink out.
Ooh...*grunts*...*looks down at the toilet bowl*...wow; no wonder the on-site plumber at our condo hates my guts. The things I do to a plumbing system. So, unless management is highly allergic to vast amounts of money, vagina, and accolades....or that moose knuckle Mike gives me a shit reference as a prank...
OCW will soon be enjoying that same ultra-violent goodness and sexy beast action that's enthralled fans and wrecked marriages for years now.
Oh, there's a knock on the door....
Tony, honey, did you find a new fed yet, because if you fuck about with my mum's china cabinet one more time...
*Puff* Baby, I don't give a fuck what that contractor says; it's uneven. Doesn't help every time you see me with my toolbox, you freak out...
Oh, yeah. Doing a demo cut for OCW. And guess what...MIKEY AND JEWELS WORK THERE, TOO!
Tony can feel the scorn seeping throw the commode door:Oh, Zybala. Great. Our apartment will soon smell like failure and some Falls bitches rv dump of a vagina once again. Seriously; he makes his chimp look hygienic.
Babe, you're still not sore about what he did with that couch of yours, are you.
No...no....completely copacetic about it...
But Tony knows different, because he hears the love of his life checking the ammo in the AK-47 he has stashed under the bed.Sorry, my dude, I snitched on you about the couch. What was I supposed to do? She threatened to cut off blowjobs for doing weekend chores, and guess WHO would have had tooting Tony's horn detail, pal? *pointing at the camera*
Seriously....she loved that damn thing!
:Tony Savage
Pic Base Charlie Hunnam
Height
: 6'3"
Weight
: 237 lbs.
Entrance Theme
: "Legend Has It" by Run the Jewels.
Custom Entrance: The lights go low, "Legend Has It" by Run the Jewels bumps over the speakers, and out comes America's Favorite Legal Mass Murderer. He strolls down to the ring, eating a Slim Jim and grabbing his dick, looking at the fans like they were fecal matter on his sneakers. He even stops and points out to a full retard all the typos on their sign before they get a face full of meat by-product. Then he gets in the ring, cussing at the ref to back off and not photobomb his pre fight ring time. Then he cracks his knuckles and gets ready....
Gender
: Male
Hometown
: Atlanta, Georgia
Wrestling Style/Resemblence
: Technical mixed with MMA
Why is your character a wrestler: He likes merchandising residuals, ring rat ass, and being able to beat people into meat paste without copping a felony case
Trademark Maneuver(s) (List however many. They will get used in matches)
Set up to Finisher
: Irish Whip
Finisher
: One Hitter Quitter (Ox Baker style Heart Punch)
Alignment:
Heel (just 'cos they push more merch.)
Sample Roleplay:
So, I guess these bi-pedal nutt-sacks running this place wanna free sample, like it's fucking Friday at Whole Foods. Okay, fine...I'm bored, anyways. Damn wife says I need to get out of the house, go back to work. Actually, it was more like....
Anthony Kennedy Savage; if I have to deal with your trifling bloody arse either fixing shit that doesn't need repair, or sitting around the house binge watching Sherlock, I swear the day will end with a potato peeler embedded in your taint!
My bae; always so cashmere soft when it comes to constructive criticism....
So....*puff*....let's kick this pig, so I can get back to making bacon....
Usually, wrestlers try to go out of their way to impress with gaudy, overblown scenes and ridiculous venues. Seriously, T copped some douche cutting a shoot in the fuckin' Louvre in Paris one time. Seriously, cutting a promo in an art museum? 85% of the football helmet wearing hobgoblins known as wrestling fans barely can sit through Bob Ross reruns; how the FUCK are they gonna grasp the DUTCH MASTERS!?!
Anywho, not Tony. Especially if he ain't getting a budget for production, so, there's the old standby of T's...
Explain in graphic detail how most of the roster of his new company are nothing but ass pimples waiting for a dose of Pro-Activ whilst puffing a spliff on the shitter...
*puff* Good shit, too. You should know; I stole your sack and papers while you were getting a Dasani from the fridge.
You motherfucker....
No end to my dastardly deeds. Anyways...*grunts*...fuck, why the hell did I let wifey convince me to eat kale, huh? Ate a salad at noon; I've been on the crapper so damn long, I think I missed most of the afternoon block on ESPN...
I'm Tony Savage. A good portion of this roster knows me; if you see Eddie's spacesuit fill up with shit, or Julie Brooks get a grin on her face, looking for a USB chord to plug in her vibrator....
That's the kids from our old house at Boardwalk welcoming Dad home!
For everyone else, here's a quick recap, because I'm not going that deep on the wrestling version of a fucking demo tape...
I'm a Sagittarius, I love Thai food, long walks on the beach, and caving in a spandex wearing dipshit's chest cavity like there's some Thai soccer players trapped in there...
*Puff* Was that too soon? I dunno; my verbal filter's too clogged up with hatred for my competition and blunt resin to catch that.
I'm a 4 time world champion. Boardwalk...did that.
EWC...did that too, until Danny Mac loved the taste of a CM Punk clone's dick so much, he pretty much handed him the fed despite not earning shit. ( I ain't forgot 'bout you, Kes. They shoulda done ya better there, girl.)
Premiere Fighting, New Age wrestling. I have a LOT of gold plaques on my walls....*urrgh*...*begins spraying Febreeze*...that's bad when you stink YOURSELF out on your own brand...
And enough scars and wreckage in one's life to prove one earned that rep.
But sometimes, you gotta step away from the game. Take stock and figure out what to do next. I've been out of the loop for a while. I'll explain later; I'm not breaking out the good shit for this party today. So, here's the condensed version of what to expect from good ol' Push-ya T.....
No by the numbers promos about respect or honor on commitment, like some rookie making a recruiting video. No dumping out my emotional purse or presenting material that looks like the shit they leave on the cutting room floor during editing the Young and The Restless. No made up ass famous wrestling lineage, or hyping up some "famous" trainer who's address they got off a flyer stapled to a telephone. Only all that oh so family friendly fare you've come to expect from Tony...
Drama! Comedy! Bitches with tig ol' bitties. Disses so tight, you'll rush to Soundcloud to check out the rest of my mixtape. Highly detailed and graphic descriptions of how I'ma tell an idiot fuck his wrestling hopes and dreams, and describe in crystal clarity how I'ma make them eat their own asshole out in front of a viewing audience no matter HOW many vertebrae I have to dislocate on them.
And dead bodies. Lots and LOTS of dead bodies! I mean, the SHIT me and Zybala did to Matt's car back in New Jersey....ain't enough new car smell air fresheners getting that stink out.
Ooh...*grunts*...*looks down at the toilet bowl*...wow; no wonder the on-site plumber at our condo hates my guts. The things I do to a plumbing system. So, unless management is highly allergic to vast amounts of money, vagina, and accolades....or that moose knuckle Mike gives me a shit reference as a prank...
OCW will soon be enjoying that same ultra-violent goodness and sexy beast action that's enthralled fans and wrecked marriages for years now.
Oh, there's a knock on the door....
Tony, honey, did you find a new fed yet, because if you fuck about with my mum's china cabinet one more time...
*Puff* Baby, I don't give a fuck what that contractor says; it's uneven. Doesn't help every time you see me with my toolbox, you freak out...
Oh, yeah. Doing a demo cut for OCW. And guess what...MIKEY AND JEWELS WORK THERE, TOO!
Tony can feel the scorn seeping throw the commode door:Oh, Zybala. Great. Our apartment will soon smell like failure and some Falls bitches rv dump of a vagina once again. Seriously; he makes his chimp look hygienic.
Babe, you're still not sore about what he did with that couch of yours, are you.
No...no....completely copacetic about it...
But Tony knows different, because he hears the love of his life checking the ammo in the AK-47 he has stashed under the bed.Sorry, my dude, I snitched on you about the couch. What was I supposed to do? She threatened to cut off blowjobs for doing weekend chores, and guess WHO would have had tooting Tony's horn detail, pal? *pointing at the camera*
Seriously....she loved that damn thing!
