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Personal Info
Your Name: Bill Elder
AOL Instant Messenger: Rufio316
ICQ: N/A
Email: Rufio316@aol.com
Your Location: Wallingford (Philly Burbs), PA
Wrestler's Stats
Wrestlers Name: The Spectacle
Place of Birth: Jupiter Island, FL
Now Resides in: Cambridge, England
Born On: 12/25/81
Height: 6'1
Weight: 203
Wrestling Style: Combination Aerial/Amateur
Wrestler Finisher: Something Novel (Matt Hardy's Sleeper Cutter)
Setup Move: Sleeper
Top Ten Favorite Moves:
1. Missile Dropkick
2. Tornado DDT
3. La Magistral
4. Swinging Neckbreaker
5. Oklahoma Roll
6. Frog Splash
7. Northern Lights Bomb (Snow Plow)
8. Asai Moonsault
9. Dragon Sleeper
10. Inverted DDT
Wrestler's Details
Wrestler's Appearance (w/ attire): Average length brown hair with
blonde
highlights; picture Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting with sideburns. A
refined
face with deep-set baby blue eyes, complementing his sexy demeanor, and a
single earring in the top of his left ear. A medium build and a single tattoo
of the Chinese symbol for "victory" on his right shoulder blade. While
his
casual dress can only be described as fashionable, to the ring he wears
silver tights and boots with a shiny black triangle running from his inner
thighs up to and covering his rear and crotch. On the back of his trunks is
the image of a single star, Polaris, gleaming strong.
Entrance Music: "Victory" by Puff Daddy feat. Notorious
B.I.G.
Strengths: A rare combination of uncanny natural athletic ability and
nearly
unparalleled intelligence intertwined with a "Cheat To Win" attitude.
Weaknesses: Simply, when it boils down to it The Spectacle is nothing
more
then a narcissistic, arrogant, elitist, megalomaniac without a shred of
courage in his body. He also seems to have a hard time taking what he's so
willing to dish out, whether the punishment be verbal or physical.
Manager: No
Wrestler's Alignment: Heel
Background Info: He was born in the richest city in America, Jupiter
Island,
Florida, and as soon as he understood how, took all the advantages bestowed
upon him for granted. He opted not to put in a shred of effort throughout
high school and opted out of the whole college scene. Blessed with natural
ability both mentally and physically, he just saw life as nothing more then
one big party for he and his spoiled friends. The only thing that he could
ever find a true passion for was wrestling. Seeing this, his wealthy parents
have funded his voyage to various places in America and across the globe to
wrestle in various promotions, major and independent alike.
Gimmick: Any pretty boy with a vertical leap can say he's better
then you.
The Spectacle is just that, but he truly believes that he is, and the harsh
reality of it is, a good amount of the time he can walk the walk. However,
his greatest attribute is also his fatal flaw. His Caesarian hubris
constantly leads him into situations where his condescending attitude gets
him in trouble; his antics may have worked in Jupiter Island, but when he
mouths off to guys twice his size in the squared circle...results may vary.
Generic Ring Entrance: The lights dim and a deafening hush falls over
the
crowd. After letting the anticipation build for a few moments, a spotlight
sparks on and pastes itself upon the circular entrance of King George's Hall.
The first beat of "Victory" by Puff Daddy drops and the crowd erupts
into a
chorus of boos and hissing. The man of the hour continues to let the
anticipation build and the fervor blow over before making his way through
that same entrance, his baby blues and tights sparkling in unison, as he
soaks in the boos as well as the lyrics to his theme song. Puffy sings the
sentiment emanating from the Spectacles heart, "You know that I'm two
levels
above you baby. Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby. Talkin crazy ain't
gonna get you nothin' but choked, and that jealously is only gon' leave you
broke." The Spectacle struts to the ring with a cocky stride normally
reserved for lower echelon pimps but borrowed on this eve by the rich kid
from Florida. He reaches the ring and leaps onto the apron as Cokes and
Pepsis whiz past his ear. Remaining unfazed. It's common practice by now. He
ducks between the second and third ring ropes and spins through the ring with
his arms in the air, the boos keeping his lungs inflated as air does for a
normal human being. He leans on the top turnbuckle with a condescending smile
on his face and glares at the crowd as his music fades away.
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