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Champions & #1 contenders
Ok. Here it goes...
Mon Apr 24, 2017 4:40 pm by ~*M*~
Mon Apr 24, 2017 3:21 pm by JohnnyFlash
Matches for updated Annette
Sun Apr 23, 2017 9:41 pm by RJD
So I have changed Annette's appearance up a bit and plan to work over her profile slightly at some point soon. Was curious to see if anyone wanted to have a match up with her, the following image of her new look might hint towards the kinda matches I'd be looking for ^^
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Real Name: Arsenio Montez
Eyes: Light green
Weight: 212 lbs
Entrance music: Snow's Theme
Eyes: Light green
Weight: 212 lbs
Entrance music: Snow's Theme
Wrestling InformationStrategy: Get them down to the mat by any means necessary.
Style: Technical wrestler
Preferred Attacks: Bulldogs, backbreakers, dirty moves. Anything to give him the win.
Preferred Matches: Hardcore, falls count anywhere.
Endurance: 1/10 (he’s not used to hentai matches. At all.)
Strength: 5/10 (he doesn’t typically do any brawler actions, but he can hurt you)
Speed: 5/10 (pretty quick, surprisingly enough)
Defense: 2/10 (not great at receiving blows, however)
Technique: 7/10 (great at his technique)
- el asesino de cerebro – a jumping brainbuster.
- tirado de dios – a chokeslam backbreaker
- la mariposa desconocido – first, he puts the opponent into a double underhook, however he needs to do to get them in that position – typically, he’ll knee someone in the stomach to get them to double over. From the double underhook position, he’ll move his opponent over to the ropes in order to try and lift them up, typically grabbing their trunks in order to get them over those ropes. From there, he may do anything he wants with the opponent, fondling them if it’s a hentai match or if he wants to, but it ends up with him throwing a few hammer blows right into their back – ten, to be exact. Before finally moving to pick his opponent up from the ropes in a piledriver position, typically slamming their head into something hard, if there is a weapon or table around, or just straight into the canvas.
Personality: Arsenio isn't a talkative one; he feels that, by talking in the ring, it removes all mystery and intrigue from his persona. In the ring, he lets his mask do all of the talking for him, with that terrifyingly large grin and accentuated eyes. Outside of the ring, however, he basically tries to remain standoffish. He believes that he is bad news, and will do anything to keep people away from him. He has been known to attack people randomly who try to be friendly with him after matches, though him "attacking" mainly comprises of him tackling them to the ground and trying to scare them away, or, if they seem really adamant, hitting their head against a hard surface. Not too roughly, but roughly enough. Because really, he's scared.
- Past/History -- Caution:
- Born as Arsenio Montez in the small town of Milagro in Oaxaca, he was often surrounded by cartels. Right on the border of two rival cartels, it wasn’t a strange sight to see shootouts in the street, fighting over territory, for control. Yet, his parents worked hard to make sure he got a good education despite this; his father pooled money together – by being a luchador in the local leagues. Slowly but surely, his father rose in the rankings, moving from league to league, until he ended up in one of the premiere leagues of Mexico. With the money he gathered, he applied for a visa for Arsenio to the United States, sending him up there to a boarding school for his middle and high school years. His brother, born a couple of years later, was sent for the same reason.
Each week, he would watch his father wrestling – each week, cheering from his room, and he kept watching for as long as he could. He would come back to Mexico every year to spend vacations with his family, always applauding his father on his skills, always going to as many of his matches as he could. If he saw the shady characters in the background of the arenas, he didn’t realize that they were people he should keep in mind. He would learn that was his mistake.
When he turned 16, his father turned up dead. Beaten up and shot through his luchador mask. Of course, the authorities didn’t even look much into the murder – it was just shrugged off, classified as a robbery gone bad, and moved away from it. Of course, it was because of the players involved – one of the top cartels in the area. Everyone knew what it was – they had been getting involved with the wrestling matches in the area, trying to stage them and pay off the wrestlers to throw the matches so their bets would pay off, something Arsenio figured out after a bit of investigating on his own. It turned out that his father had been rising up in the rankings slowly, and when he was told to throw several of his matches, he simply refused. So they simply killed him and moved on; they already had the police bought out, there was no point in playing around.
So Arsenio went back to the States, but used the chance to go into a professional wrestling school during the nights while he finished his time in high school. So for two years, he worked on his skills, honing them, spending time after the wrestling school in a small time league under his first persona, Omega, which he continued up until his graduation, sending his winnings down to his mother in order to keep their house. After graduation, he returned to Mexico – where he quickly resumed his persona of Omega in the local leagues, rising up much like his father did, sending the money once more to his mother. He wanted to get back at the people who killed his father, and this was the only way he knew how.
He moved quickly. Thanks to his experience in the school and in America, he was able to move up to the big leagues faster than his father, much to his mother’s dismay. Figuring he would just go the same way as his father, she couldn’t accept that he was doing this – but he did it anyway. He had to know, and he had to get back at them.
No sooner than he was able to rise up the rankings did he end up in the same position as his father. However, he ended up a little headstrong; he tried to take them on completely, capture the first few people who came his way, and then extort the leader out of them. But he failed. Meeting up with them by a port, he ended up beaten badly and shoved into the water – a broken leg and arm, with a gunshot wound in his gut.
It was like a miracle. The bullet they shot ended up missing vital organs, winding up in his side – and not too much later fishermen picked him up. Had the tide taken him out to sea, or in a different direction, or had the man who shot him not been a new kid who barely had any experience with a gun, he would have been dead. It was nothing short of a miracle that brought him to fishermen, and from those fishermen to a doctor nearby.
He spent another year recovering from the attack, but soon, he was running out of money again. Knowing the Omega persona was burned, he had to create a new luchador to fight as. So while he was recovering, he made a new mask – one completely different from his last. And so, El Patrón was created – The Boss.
With El Patrón, Arsenio worked a completely different angle. He worked as a rudo, or a heel, rather than the técnico, or face, that he was as Omega – and he worked extra hard to get the attention of the cartel, as soon as he could. When he did, he asked to be included on some of what they were doing; not only would he help rig the games like he was asked, but he tried to work for them as well, getting a hand in their drug business and even the guns – from the schooling he received in America, and online college classes, he had a good head for business, and he proved to help keep their profits raising.
During his time in the cartel, which was a few years, he quickly rose high; despite the fact that he always wore the mask associated with El Patrón, he was immediately liked and respected; not only for the things he did in the ring, but the things he handled outside of it too. When things went south, he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He killed people – members of rival cartels, members of his own cartels, people who hadn’t provided him with money, and even innocents – all because of his adamant need for vengeance from the people who killed his father. Each death on his conscience weighed him down, and at a certain point, he even questioned why he had gone this far – surely, he could take them down well enough with the information he received after a year? But he couldn’t risk it. If even one person got out alive, he could be at risk. So it wasn’t until he made his way up to being one of the head honchos that he made his final play.
With a stack of evidence he had been compiling for the past several years, he sent it with regards to not only the Mexican government and police, but to the American DEA. With the money he had received from everything, he established his mother and younger brother in a nice private house in America, with enough money to take care of them for many years to come, having expedited her visa by greasing a few palms. And when it was time for the cartel to be raided, he shot the other heads of the cartel point blank – and arranged it like a massive shootout, before getting away. Thanks to the amount of information he received, he was able to make sure the rest of the members would be sent away for a long time – and he would be able to run away in peace, thanks to the fact that he wasn’t placated in any of it. To most, he would have been like a rumor, a myth – a luchador running a Mexican cartel? Sounds like something out of a video game. Even when people tried to point fingers at him, they had no ground to stand on. And even if they did, he was gone. Gone with the rest of the money he received, off to another place in the world.
Japan. And why not? Halfway across the world in a lovely, traditional Japanese home, he was able to relax. He watched things play out, but no one came looking for him. It was perfect. But he still couldn’t live happily. His mother would surely need money, and he needed it too for food.
And that’s when he heard about the AFW. Despite the massive amount of risk, he put on the mask of El Patrón once more – but instead of being the boss, he went under a different name. El Fulano – the nobody. But why risk wearing the same mask? The main reason being because of his guilt: over the lives he killed, over the things he did under the guise of spying in the cartel. He never wanted to forget the kind of man he became as a result of his quest for vengeance. And a piece of him accepted that even if his massive purge of the cartel hadn’t gotten some of the people, and they somehow managed to come across him in the mask in a Japanese federation…he accepted that he would be killed. But he felt he didn’t deserve to be someone else – the mask had become so important to who he was over those long years that he couldn’t let it go so easily. He wasn’t Arsenio Montez any longer – he was the man without a face, the wandering luchador – he was El Fulano. He was nobody.
Wrestling Attire: A pair of black shorts with red trimmings.
- Can speak Spanish, English, Japanese, and Italian fluently. Is working on Chinese in his spare time.
- Very good with numbers.
- Loves playing video games.
- Posts : 981
Join date : 2016-04-30
Age : 21
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