Post by danielwolf on Aug 9, 2024 18:13:59 GMT -5
Daniel Wolf
Character Real Name: Daniel Lee Gomez
Talent Name: Daniel Wolf
Picbase: Tanner Buchanan
Billed From: San Jose, California
Age: 20 years old
Height: 5 ft 9 (175 cm)
Weight: 197 lbs (89 kg)
Theme Song: "In my Zone" by Moody Mourad
Personality Information
Face/Heel/Tweener (please state which side talent leans towards): Narcissistic Tweener (I wanna say heel but honestly please put as whatever u guys need more of, whether that be faces or heels as i don't have any preference)
Favorite Match: Any simple bout.
Worst Match: Anything Hardcore, to him that's disrespectful to the art of "Wrestling" But under the right circumstances, he definitely loves to get hardcore.
Favorite Weapon: Kendo Stick
Brief Character Bio:
Forgotten. Alone. Vulnerable. Words that can describe the boy who was born on January 17th, 2003. Living with his wealthy guardians, the adolescent boy never received much attention from either his mother nor father. He'd live a life of neglect, experiencing a feeling no child should ever endure. It wasn't until his parents sent him away to figure out his life purpose, that Wolf found his calling. Everywhere he attended, he was barraged by crowds, complimenting him on his presence and features. He joined modeling, but soon left once he was offered an exclusive invitation to the most prestigious wrestling camps in the west coast area. Wolf's training began at only 17 years old. With two years of training, he perfected his craft to the best of his ability, the compliments he received filling the holes that were left open for years. It gave him motivation, hunger, and drive to continue becoming better. To being perfect. To being, the Prodigy
Wrestling Style: Strong style and Technical Wrestler
Ring Gear:
A black shiny robe plastered with gold rhinestones covered the 5 ft 9 tall man from head to toe— his bare torso covered with sweat and the singular tattoo of a vine traveling from his right pec to his right shoulder. When the robe slid off during his entrance, black and gold tights that contained shiny fabric along with black elbow pads and boots
Wrestling Information
Any Tag Partners: None
Any Managers: None
Any Stables: None
Previous Accomplishments:
1x MCW World Heavyweight Champion
Main evented the biggest PLE's for both Motor City Wrestling and One Wrestle Movement in 2022
Please list common moves your character uses:
- Basement Dropkick
- Palm Strike
- Crane Kick
- Thrust Kick
- Enzuigiri
- Calf Kick
- Spinning Knee Strike
- Wolf Pack Combo (Thrust Kick, Bicycle Toe Kick, Savate Kick)
- Wheelbarrow Facebuster/Rollup
- Meteora (Diving, In Corner, Seated, Off Apron)
- Octopus Stretch in Ropes
- Cattle Mutilation
- Arm Trapped Crossface
- Twisting Arm Wringer
- Double Knee Armbreaker
- Backstabber
- Rope hung Armbar
- Buckshot Lariat
- Rope hung DDT
Signature(s)
The Howling
(V-Trigger/Jumping Bicycle Knee Strike)
Golden Touch
(Discus Fivearm)
Finisher(s)
God's Faith
(The Landslide/Kinshasa)
[RARE] Temptation
(Rainmaker)
Please give a brief entrance:
(Discus Fivearm)
Finisher(s)
God's Faith
(The Landslide/Kinshasa)
[RARE] Temptation
(Rainmaker)
Please give a brief entrance:
The Lights turn dim as the arena goes black. The familiar bop begins, the sounds of flashing cameras echo throughout the vicinity. In addition, the overlapping chatters among the audio insinuates paparazzi, as the flashing lights fixture to the top of the steel made ramp.
"Ok so now’s the time
To get a few things off my chest
Been killin’ it lately
But people wanna criticize my success"
Standing there The Prodigy himself appears with a self assured presence. He tilts his head back, his blonde hair flowing with his slight movements. His black leather jacket and shiny sun glasses fit the vintage aesthetic, his poise staying proper as his hands reside in his jacket pocket.
"It’s nothin’ personal
I just don’t need much help
I tried to warn you
That I’ll handle it myself"
His head cocks downward, his dark hues flaring through the luminous flashes, staring into the lens and delivering an old fashion wink. With that one simple movement, the lights in the arena resume to normal frequency.
"Move back get out the way
I’m comin’ up on my roll
Don’t care what you got to say
Ain’t gonna get to my soul"
Daniel Wolf takes off his jacket and heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace, his brims curling to a devious smirk, snickers escaping his lips as well. He enters the squared circle. Wolf kneels down, his eyes glaring at the stiff material as his digits begin to caress against the canvas. He backs away into the opposing corner, placing his sun glasses on the rigid canvas as he lowers down, setting himself onto the bottom turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.
ENTRANCE CODE:
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[div style="text-align:center;"]The Lights turn dim as the arena goes black. The familiar bop begins, the sounds of flashing cameras echo throughout the vicinity. In addition, the overlapping chatters among the audio insinuates paparazzi, as the flashing lights fixture to the top of the steel made ramp.[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]"Ok so now’s the time[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]To get a few things off my chest[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]Been killin’ it lately[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]But people wanna criticize my success[/font]"[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]Standing there [i]The Prodigy [/i]himself appears with a self assured presence. He tilts his head back, his blonde hair flowing with his slight movements. His black leather jacket and shiny sun glasses fit the vintage aesthetic, his poise staying proper as his hands reside in his jacket pocket.[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]"It’s nothin’ personal[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]I just don’t need much help[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]I tried to warn you[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]That I’ll handle it myself"[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]His head cocks downward, his dark hues flaring through the luminous flashes, staring into the lens and delivering an old fashion wink. With that one simple movement, the lights in the arena resume to normal frequency.[/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]"Move back get out the way[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]I’m comin’ up on my roll[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]Don’t care what you got to say[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"]Ain’t gonna get to my soul"[/font][/div][div style="text-align:center;"]
[/div][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#10efd9"][u]Daniel Wolf [/u][/font]takes off his jacket and heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace, his brims curling to a devious smirk, snickers escaping his lips as well. He enters the squared circle. Wolf kneels down, his eyes glaring at the stiff material as his digits begin to caress against the canvas. He backs away into the opposing corner, placing his sun glasses on the rigid canvas as he lowers down, setting himself onto the bottom turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.[/div]