Post by stereophonic on Feb 20, 2017 0:01:34 GMT -5
CHARACTER INFORMATION
REAL NAMES: Alex Jenkins and Robbie Robertson
TEAM NAME:
Stereophonic Urban Calamity Killaz, otherwise known as S.U.C.K.
NICKNAME(S): Alex "Pacman" Jenkins and "Big Rob" Robertson
PICTURE BASES:
Jamie Kennedy from Malibu's Most Wanted (Alex) and Ogre from the Revenge of the Nerds films
AGES:
26 (Alex), 27 (Rob)
COMBINED WEIGHT:
495 lbs
Height: Alex - 5'10, Rob - 6'7"
ENTRANCE MUSIC:
"White" by the Left-Rights
HAILS FROM:
Why, Arizona
ALIGNMENT:
Oblivious Heel
TWITTER @:
LMAO they aren't smart enough for twitter
PRIMARY FIGHTING STYLE: Alex is a spot monkey with potential to be more of a technical wrestler if he actually cared but, he's Alex, so he doesn't. Rob is a generic Big Man
SECONDARY FIGHTING STYLE: Slight technical wrestling ability with Alex
IN-RING STRENGTHS:
Alex is quick and scrappy and doesn't know when to quit. Will basically throw himself at you until you knock him out. Rob is an engine of destruction that follows Alex's every word to the letter.
IN-RING WEAKNESSES:
basically everything else.
PERSONALITY AND GIMMICK: The whitest White Boy you could possibly find pretending to be a 'gangsta' because he thinks its cool and his big dumb ox of a best friend. On paper they seem like faces, but Alex has the personality of all those annoying rich kid stoner/frat boy douchebags you knew in college who thought they were the hottest shit but were really the biggest nerds of them all
BIOGRAPHY: Trained (unfortunately) by the same people who trained the world-class Tanner Family and friends, Alex and Rob, collectively, unironically (and again, unfortunately) known as S.U.C.K, have actually been in the business for almost a decade now. And that's about all they've done. The most note-worthy thing either of them has done was the almost-Cinderella story that occurred when Alex was forced to team with an actual murderous psychopath in a tag team tournament that they somehow, almost won. Alex spent the next six months screaming in fear at the mere mention of the Engineer's name and once again disappeared back into the wrestling ether from which he came.
Now they make their return to wrestling at the AWE because, well, someone's gotta pay them to wrestle.
ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Didn't die in the middle of the ring (yet)
RING ATTIRE:
Alex -
Rob -
Black pants and boots and a red and gold "Arizona State University" varsity jacket with the arms ripped off
MOVESET
STANDARD MOVES:
Alex -
1. dropkick
2. Hurricanrana
3. Spinning head-scissors
4. Flying clothesline
5. Springboard senton
6. flying leg lariot
7. springboard splash
8. DDT
9. Suplex
10. Enziguri
11. springboard cross body
12. neckbreaker
Robbie -
1. clothesline
2. powerslam
3. bear hug
4. scoop slam
5. suplex
6. head butts
7. german suplex
8. gorilla press slam
9. splash
10. DDT
11. Powerbomb
12. Spinebuster
SIGNATURE MOVES:
Alex -
1. Diving elbow drop
2. Phoenix splash
Robbie -
1. Big boot
2. Repeated corner splashes
TAG FINISHER:
"Mesa City Massacre" - Assisted 450 splash (Alex) off of Rob's shoulders while Rob is standing on the middle turnbuckle
MANAGER INFORMATION
NAME:
Molotov T. Bear
PICTURE BASE:
PERSONALITY TRAITS AND TENDENCIES:
Alex and Rob believe he is an ACTUAL TALKING BEAR. Doesn't really do much besides show up in their promos and accompany them to ringside.
INTERFERENCE/INVOLVEMENT TENDENCIES:
Doesn't really interfere. Will interact with the crowd to try to provide support at times
HANDLER(S) INFORMATION
NAME(S):
AMW
AGE(S):
Old as dirt
CONTACT DETAILS: Board DMs, @nextwaveislove on twitter
SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY
[We open up at Team ENJENK Headquarters where Alex "Pacman" Jenkins is... snorting cocaine?! The fuck?]
Alex: *snnnnffff* AHHH THAT BURNS!
Camera guy: What the fuck? Are you doing coke?
Alex: Yeah man! It's fuckin GREAT, bro! Wanna free hit?
Camera guy: NO I DON'T WANT A FREE HIT!
Alex: Pussy!
[Alex takes another hit.]
Camera guy: Where did you even FIND this?
Alex: ...I got it from that guy.
[The camera shoots over to a guy standing near the steel door in a large brown trenchcoat.]
That Guy: Hey dude, wanna score some pure rock?
[That Guy opens his trenchcoat and the camera immediately swings away, terrified of what he's about to see and not wanting to usher it upon the viewers at home.]
Camera guy: ...What the hell?
[The camera suddenly swing back, showing a fully clothed That Guy, showing off what's under his trenchcoat... giant bags of Rock Candy.]
Alex: Awww yeaaah! That's the stuff!
Camera Guy: Alex... That's not cocaine.
Alex: ...It's not?
Camera Guy: No! It's CANDY!
Alex: Whaaaaat? You serious, bro?
Camera Guy: 'Fraid so. *turns back to That Guy* How did you even get in here?
That Guy: I dunno, some guy found me and told me to come in.
[Somewhere The Engineer laughs maniacally.]
Camera Guy: And you just decided to sell this poor guy rock candy and make it think it was coke because...
That Guy: Hey, whoa whoa! That weren't my idea! HE was the one who thought it was the crack. I just wanted the cash man!
Camera Guy: Uh huh. What made you even think of this, Alex?
Alex: I watched that Harvey dude's promo-thing and it made me feel like I needed to do some hard drugs to make sense of it.
[...He has a point.]
Camera Guy: Don't encourage this, please.
[My bad.]
Camera Guy: Alex, we need to get you to a hospital, like now.
Alex: Nah dawg, I'm fine. Really.
[The Camera Guy notices blood dripping from Alex's nose.]
Camera Guy: ...You're really not.
Alex: Trust me bro, I am! I feel fantastic! *jumps up, then almost faints* Well, 'cept for that.
Camera Guy: You, help me.
That Guy: Wanna buy some rocks?
Camera Guy: ...Fuck it.
Alex: That's the spirit! Speakin' of things that're fucked. Ebi-dude, Harvey. Ya'll are, well, that. Look around dawgs, ya'll might be some big fishies in Ass Pro Wrestling or whatever APW stands for, but now ya'll are in PACMAN's world! And I got this nutso guy, The Engineer, he's kind of a big deal 'round here. DOn't think he's lost a match yet. Plus he's like, batshit insane, did I mention that. He keeps me locked up here all day and night for some weird experiments, but he's not all bad. He calls this Project ENJENK or somethin' I call it Project MEAL TICKET! I been lookin for a long time for a way to get to tha top of this here mountain, and now I found my way. I'ma roll with this Engy dude and we are gonna FUCK YA'LL UP!
[Alex wipes his nose, but still doesn't notice the blood. He does start to feel a little woozy so he sits down on the desk he was snorting the "cocain" on.]
Alex: Whooaaa... Okay, I'm good. Bahahah, you're a funny little dude Harvey, actin like you're anythin' more than a fly for me and my awesome undefeated partner to squish underneath our epic boots. When the best you got is to go after my NAME and start talkin all this fancy talk about what bein' an Engineer is... Your shit is WHACK, dawg! Seriously.
Callin me a 'fat slob' the fuck is that ish, dawg? I'm like 159 pounds! Do you do ANY sort of researchin an' shit before you open your mouth? Actually ya'll just answered that question for me, so don't bother. They call me Pacman, bro, because I gobble up the ladies like those little dots thingies from the game. Gobble gobble gobble. Ladies love me cause I gots to know how it's goin down!
[He grins and bobs his head, which is really a frightening sight what with all the blood coming out of his nose and all.]
Alex: Now that masked dude's kinda creepy, I don't like guys in masks. Can't tell what they're thinkin, but if judging by Harvey's lack of anything resemblin a brain and Ebi-dude's complete silence... I think it's safe to say me and Engy are going to DESTROY YOU dawgs. And that ain't no regular ol' boast, that's experience talkin'. Experience o' me watchin him wreck everything in his path and you failing at just about everythin ya do! How you gonna come up in here and run ya mouth about bein' so superior to us when ya can barely win a match over in Assblaster Wrestling? It don't work that way son!
So here's what ya'll can do. Show up, get wrecked, and learn to love it. Cause the ENJENK Express is pullin into the station and we won't stop until everyone's down and out like the little punks they are!
[Alex attempts to hop off the desk for a victory fist-pump, but the loss of blood completely screws up his... everything, and instead he falls right onto his face on the blood-soaked floor.]
Camera Guy: Jesus christ!
Alex: Mommy...
[The camera cuts out as Camera Guy finally gets That Guy to help him get some help for Pacman.]
Alex: *snnnnffff* AHHH THAT BURNS!
Camera guy: What the fuck? Are you doing coke?
Alex: Yeah man! It's fuckin GREAT, bro! Wanna free hit?
Camera guy: NO I DON'T WANT A FREE HIT!
Alex: Pussy!
[Alex takes another hit.]
Camera guy: Where did you even FIND this?
Alex: ...I got it from that guy.
[The camera shoots over to a guy standing near the steel door in a large brown trenchcoat.]
That Guy: Hey dude, wanna score some pure rock?
[That Guy opens his trenchcoat and the camera immediately swings away, terrified of what he's about to see and not wanting to usher it upon the viewers at home.]
Camera guy: ...What the hell?
[The camera suddenly swing back, showing a fully clothed That Guy, showing off what's under his trenchcoat... giant bags of Rock Candy.]
Alex: Awww yeaaah! That's the stuff!
Camera Guy: Alex... That's not cocaine.
Alex: ...It's not?
Camera Guy: No! It's CANDY!
Alex: Whaaaaat? You serious, bro?
Camera Guy: 'Fraid so. *turns back to That Guy* How did you even get in here?
That Guy: I dunno, some guy found me and told me to come in.
[Somewhere The Engineer laughs maniacally.]
Camera Guy: And you just decided to sell this poor guy rock candy and make it think it was coke because...
That Guy: Hey, whoa whoa! That weren't my idea! HE was the one who thought it was the crack. I just wanted the cash man!
Camera Guy: Uh huh. What made you even think of this, Alex?
Alex: I watched that Harvey dude's promo-thing and it made me feel like I needed to do some hard drugs to make sense of it.
[...He has a point.]
Camera Guy: Don't encourage this, please.
[My bad.]
Camera Guy: Alex, we need to get you to a hospital, like now.
Alex: Nah dawg, I'm fine. Really.
[The Camera Guy notices blood dripping from Alex's nose.]
Camera Guy: ...You're really not.
Alex: Trust me bro, I am! I feel fantastic! *jumps up, then almost faints* Well, 'cept for that.
Camera Guy: You, help me.
That Guy: Wanna buy some rocks?
Camera Guy: ...Fuck it.
Alex: That's the spirit! Speakin' of things that're fucked. Ebi-dude, Harvey. Ya'll are, well, that. Look around dawgs, ya'll might be some big fishies in Ass Pro Wrestling or whatever APW stands for, but now ya'll are in PACMAN's world! And I got this nutso guy, The Engineer, he's kind of a big deal 'round here. DOn't think he's lost a match yet. Plus he's like, batshit insane, did I mention that. He keeps me locked up here all day and night for some weird experiments, but he's not all bad. He calls this Project ENJENK or somethin' I call it Project MEAL TICKET! I been lookin for a long time for a way to get to tha top of this here mountain, and now I found my way. I'ma roll with this Engy dude and we are gonna FUCK YA'LL UP!
[Alex wipes his nose, but still doesn't notice the blood. He does start to feel a little woozy so he sits down on the desk he was snorting the "cocain" on.]
Alex: Whooaaa... Okay, I'm good. Bahahah, you're a funny little dude Harvey, actin like you're anythin' more than a fly for me and my awesome undefeated partner to squish underneath our epic boots. When the best you got is to go after my NAME and start talkin all this fancy talk about what bein' an Engineer is... Your shit is WHACK, dawg! Seriously.
Callin me a 'fat slob' the fuck is that ish, dawg? I'm like 159 pounds! Do you do ANY sort of researchin an' shit before you open your mouth? Actually ya'll just answered that question for me, so don't bother. They call me Pacman, bro, because I gobble up the ladies like those little dots thingies from the game. Gobble gobble gobble. Ladies love me cause I gots to know how it's goin down!
[He grins and bobs his head, which is really a frightening sight what with all the blood coming out of his nose and all.]
Alex: Now that masked dude's kinda creepy, I don't like guys in masks. Can't tell what they're thinkin, but if judging by Harvey's lack of anything resemblin a brain and Ebi-dude's complete silence... I think it's safe to say me and Engy are going to DESTROY YOU dawgs. And that ain't no regular ol' boast, that's experience talkin'. Experience o' me watchin him wreck everything in his path and you failing at just about everythin ya do! How you gonna come up in here and run ya mouth about bein' so superior to us when ya can barely win a match over in Assblaster Wrestling? It don't work that way son!
So here's what ya'll can do. Show up, get wrecked, and learn to love it. Cause the ENJENK Express is pullin into the station and we won't stop until everyone's down and out like the little punks they are!
[Alex attempts to hop off the desk for a victory fist-pump, but the loss of blood completely screws up his... everything, and instead he falls right onto his face on the blood-soaked floor.]
Camera Guy: Jesus christ!
Alex: Mommy...
[The camera cuts out as Camera Guy finally gets That Guy to help him get some help for Pacman.]