Post by M͓̽o͓̽n͓̽e͓̽y͓̽ M͓̽i͓̽k͓̽e͓̽ on Jun 8, 2018 20:19:09 GMT -5
Character Name: Mike Massaro
Nickname: "Money" "Money Mike" "Double M" "Mikey Muthafxcka"
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 189 lbs
Alignment: Face
In-Ring Style: High Flyer/Luchador/Martial Arts/Technical/Submissionist/Unorthadox
Bio: Starting off with small-crowd shows, Mikey was still a relatively big draw at least in the Five Burroughs area, a hometown hero of sorts that, if nothing else, was a walking advertisement for O'Malley's Gym and the Bare Nuckle Brawlers. He'd won plenty boxing tournaments before, but wrestling was more than just trading punches. He trained before, to O'Malley's dismay, as he was against the "abuse" Mikey done to the turnbuckles and ropes. They weren't to be jumped off of, rebounding, or none of that, just more safety measures so the fight doesn't spill to the outside. But Michael wanted to emulate those guys who taken his attention so much as a child... Macho Man, Shawn Michaels, 1-2-3 Kid, Rey Mysterio, Billy Kidman, guys that were parent's worst nightmares, of fear of their kids jumping off of furniture. His first independent show was more or less an experiment, sure he'd trained plenty on his own time, but could he entertain a crowd? The answer was a loud, and resounding "yes!"
Mikey might still not be much to look at against those the likes of Brian Cage, Braun Strowman, or whatever musclebound geek you can think of, but what he lacks in the way of "brawwwnnnn", he makes up for with his combination of brains, and ability. Called by many bystanders, both early and presently in his career, is he a "Thinking Man's Fighter". Just as he avoided trouble on the street, he can avoid oncoming threats in and out of the ring. Almost as if he's got eyes in the back of his head, his time growing up spent by his lonesome, he's got incredible awareness, almost like "Spidey Senses". He's been known to take some unbelievable bumps, spills, and drops - his dare devil side sometimes getting the best of him. Mike can wrestle from pillar to post, and from the ground level straight up to the bleachers, right down to City Hall for all it matters to him. He's hardheaded, not so much in stubborn ways, perhaps in a redeeming way - he's got a hard time accepting defeat, even if it'd be easier conceding to a loss than facing further injury. Mike can channel an inner voice, or maybe song in his head, where nerves and anger turn more to a sense of chaotic calm - inflicting damage quickly and as much as necessary. When it comes to tag teams, Michael has a good reputation as a teammate, often being the best partner one could hope for, at least to the best of his ability; but he is just as much, if not more viable on his own. He's lost just as many matches in tag team as he has in singles competition. He's become very much of a baby face, if nothing else, but for his natural moxy - he strives to do the right thing, though on rare occurances (grudge matches, aggravated feuds, or while dealing with underhanded techniques), he'll make exception and fight fire with fire. Mike has a fun-loving disposition about him, and though he is largely all smiles, given the circumstances he is known to let that Irish/Italian temper be shown.
Attire: Most often, short tights with accented trim - an embellished dollar sign logo on the back of his trunks, two M's center of the $. Kneepads and shinguards, uniform black along with black Adidas boots, usually the tri-stripes matching his attire. Also wears two mid-length athletic sleeves, typically black.
Theme Song: "Self Esteem" by The Offspring
Pic Base: Noam Dar
Entrance:
The sound of The Offspring's "Self Esteem" takes over the public announce system, starting off with that iconic riff that makes more than a few of the audience members rise to their feet and immediately start dancing and singing along. The lighting in the arena dies down to dim, and blue and red accent lights adorn the entrance way, as well as spotlights that swirl around the crowd sections with the same color scheme. Minor strobe lights on the ramp way flicker and light up the stage, awaiting the emergence of the next competitor. From the accompanying entrance video, as well as the song choice, it's no mystery that soon we'd witness the arrival of Brooklyn's very own "Money" Mike Massaro.
As the music continued to echo through the arena, onlookers needed wait no more, the black curtains parting and being tossed aside momentarily, as the man we expected, Mr. Massaro emerges from the backstage area with a look of determination on his face. A slight smirk, growing mildly as his eyes scanned the audience, taking note of the capacity crowd, and just how favorable his odds may be from fan support. Stepping out clearer onto the stage, he'd fix his sleeve at the wrist, donning one of his trademark Adidas track jackets, the lights cascading around his profile with each step closer to the ring. Taking a deep breath, he'd exhale and take a focused glance into the ring, knowing showtime for him was only but moments away, and all those who paid to see him, live or watching at home, were expecting a good show.
The bass and alternating riffs of Massaro's theme music thump and pump through the arena's sound system, fans watching eagerly as Mike's expression went from one of focus and determination, to contagious excitement. Yelling something out to the fans, Massaro's smile grew to a grin, and you could see his comfort and awareness grow exponentially, settling in to the environment and psyching himself up as well as the immediate crowd along the barricade. As he skipped down the start of the entrance way, he'd high five and shake hands of the first few fans, and grow closer to the cameraman with each step. The occasional heckler would try to talk his best smack, but Mike gave him a deaf ear, poking his ear forward with a finger, then shaking his head and shrugging, acting as if the music was too loud to hear him. Turning his attention to the camera lens, we could barely make out the first few words of dialogue, but his face did the speaking, followed by what words the microphone could pick up...
Massaro flashed a humble grin then continued his way down the entrance way, fans patting his back and shoulders on the journey down the ramp. Mike would turn his hands behind his back, grabbing his wrist as he walked at a respectable pace, allowing the ring announcer an opportune moment to make his exclamation.
Looking around the arena, Mike would give a stoic expression, again gauging the audience reaction as it was somewhat split again. Cheers and whistles cut the air, just as well as mild boos and jeers from the audience, but Massaro didn't let on very much. Unfazed by the mixed reaction, "Money" Mike would continue his leisurely stroll to the ring, turning his path slightly to wind up at the ring steps. Tranquilly walking up the steps, with his head down, hands still behind his back, it wasn't until his feet made contact with the apron that he would look back up. Holding on to the top rope, he'd guide himself over a few steps, clear enough for him to leapfrog over the ropes. Twisting in midair, he'd land still facing the ropes, his pace quickening now as he approached the corner of the ring.
Getting to the turnbuckles, Mike would hop on to the second rope, standing calm, cool, and collected as he began to unzip his jacket. Removing the track jacket, Massaro would fold it up and let it fall to the apron, then giving him a better opportunity to fix his arm sleeves. Mike then bowed his head, leaning forward on the top turnbuckle slightly, and take a moment of silence for himself, a small prayer that's been a tradition ever since he stepped in his first ring. After a quick sign of the cross, we'd see Massaro kiss the inner side of his wrist, his body then unfolding as he stood back up tall, flourishing with it as the lights slowly regained to normal, of course not before those in the audience could grab a quick photo opportunity. As the lights turned to their original intended shades, Mike would glance back up at the video screen, watching his own entrance video as a small reminder of how far he's come. That smile ever present once again on his face, he would leap backward, landing on his feet before dashing forward, and rebounding himself off the ropes. Coming back to the opposite side, he'd hook both arms over the top rope, and stop almost on a dime, then proceed to stretch with the assistance of the ropes. Rolling his joints, Massaro would prepare for the upcoming match, his eyes trading between the occasional fan and those he shared the ring with, knowing it was just a matter of time before he'd get to earn his keep. Awaiting the opening bell, Massaro would pace back and forth in his corner, trading words with anyone who addressed him...
Favorite Moves:
- Enziguiri Variations
- Roaring Elbow
- Multiple Boxing Blows (+ Rope A Dope tactics)
- Tornado DDT (Standing, Jumping or Corner)
- Wheelbarrow Bulldog
- Canadian Piledriver
- Shotgun Dropkick
- Shining Wizard (Kneeling Opponent/Corner Prone/Running Opponent Rebound)
- Off-Guard Superkick
- Front-Flipping DDT
- Flying Head Scissors
- Sharpshooter
- Indian Deathlock
- Anaconda Vise
- Jumping Sleeper Hold (Back)
- Figure Four Leglock
- Keylock Armbar
- Shooting Star (to a Laying Opponent)
- Dragonrana
- Corkscrew Moonsault (to the Outside)
- Handspring Moonsault (to the Outside)
- Running Shooting Star (from the Apron to Outside)
- Frog Splash Elbow Drop
- Springboard Neckbreaker (Blockbuster)
- Phoenix Splash
Signature Move(s):
- Sick of it All (Shin kick that drops opponent to knees, followed by several "Yes" kicks increasing in intensity, and capped off with a Avada Kadavra superkick)
- Chin Check (Rebound Springboard Spinning European Uppercut from the second rope or turnbuckle)
- Dreamchaser Part 3 (Tope Atomico from the apron to a laying opponent, rolling through and running to the ropes before hitting a cartwheel into a handspring moonsault)
- Brooklyn's Flyest (High Angle Shooting Star Press)
Finisher(s):
- Beheaded (Go-Behind into an Inverted Codebreaker (to the back of the head))
- Free Your Mind (Shiranui/Sliced Bread No. 2 - performed from the corner, or standing position)
- Bankruptcy (630° Senton)
- Going All-In (Top-Rope Springboard V-Trigger, either from the apron or corner turnbuckles)
Manager (optional): None (Yet)
Nickname: "Money" "Money Mike" "Double M" "Mikey Muthafxcka"
Hometown: Brooklyn, New York
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 189 lbs
Alignment: Face
In-Ring Style: High Flyer/Luchador/Martial Arts/Technical/Submissionist/Unorthadox
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Mikey might still not be much to look at against those the likes of Brian Cage, Braun Strowman, or whatever musclebound geek you can think of, but what he lacks in the way of "brawwwnnnn", he makes up for with his combination of brains, and ability. Called by many bystanders, both early and presently in his career, is he a "Thinking Man's Fighter". Just as he avoided trouble on the street, he can avoid oncoming threats in and out of the ring. Almost as if he's got eyes in the back of his head, his time growing up spent by his lonesome, he's got incredible awareness, almost like "Spidey Senses". He's been known to take some unbelievable bumps, spills, and drops - his dare devil side sometimes getting the best of him. Mike can wrestle from pillar to post, and from the ground level straight up to the bleachers, right down to City Hall for all it matters to him. He's hardheaded, not so much in stubborn ways, perhaps in a redeeming way - he's got a hard time accepting defeat, even if it'd be easier conceding to a loss than facing further injury. Mike can channel an inner voice, or maybe song in his head, where nerves and anger turn more to a sense of chaotic calm - inflicting damage quickly and as much as necessary. When it comes to tag teams, Michael has a good reputation as a teammate, often being the best partner one could hope for, at least to the best of his ability; but he is just as much, if not more viable on his own. He's lost just as many matches in tag team as he has in singles competition. He's become very much of a baby face, if nothing else, but for his natural moxy - he strives to do the right thing, though on rare occurances (grudge matches, aggravated feuds, or while dealing with underhanded techniques), he'll make exception and fight fire with fire. Mike has a fun-loving disposition about him, and though he is largely all smiles, given the circumstances he is known to let that Irish/Italian temper be shown.
Attire: Most often, short tights with accented trim - an embellished dollar sign logo on the back of his trunks, two M's center of the $. Kneepads and shinguards, uniform black along with black Adidas boots, usually the tri-stripes matching his attire. Also wears two mid-length athletic sleeves, typically black.
Theme Song: "Self Esteem" by The Offspring
Pic Base: Noam Dar
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LA LA LA LA LA,
... LA LA LA LA LA
The sound of The Offspring's "Self Esteem" takes over the public announce system, starting off with that iconic riff that makes more than a few of the audience members rise to their feet and immediately start dancing and singing along. The lighting in the arena dies down to dim, and blue and red accent lights adorn the entrance way, as well as spotlights that swirl around the crowd sections with the same color scheme. Minor strobe lights on the ramp way flicker and light up the stage, awaiting the emergence of the next competitor. From the accompanying entrance video, as well as the song choice, it's no mystery that soon we'd witness the arrival of Brooklyn's very own "Money" Mike Massaro.
As the music continued to echo through the arena, onlookers needed wait no more, the black curtains parting and being tossed aside momentarily, as the man we expected, Mr. Massaro emerges from the backstage area with a look of determination on his face. A slight smirk, growing mildly as his eyes scanned the audience, taking note of the capacity crowd, and just how favorable his odds may be from fan support. Stepping out clearer onto the stage, he'd fix his sleeve at the wrist, donning one of his trademark Adidas track jackets, the lights cascading around his profile with each step closer to the ring. Taking a deep breath, he'd exhale and take a focused glance into the ring, knowing showtime for him was only but moments away, and all those who paid to see him, live or watching at home, were expecting a good show.
The bass and alternating riffs of Massaro's theme music thump and pump through the arena's sound system, fans watching eagerly as Mike's expression went from one of focus and determination, to contagious excitement. Yelling something out to the fans, Massaro's smile grew to a grin, and you could see his comfort and awareness grow exponentially, settling in to the environment and psyching himself up as well as the immediate crowd along the barricade. As he skipped down the start of the entrance way, he'd high five and shake hands of the first few fans, and grow closer to the cameraman with each step. The occasional heckler would try to talk his best smack, but Mike gave him a deaf ear, poking his ear forward with a finger, then shaking his head and shrugging, acting as if the music was too loud to hear him. Turning his attention to the camera lens, we could barely make out the first few words of dialogue, but his face did the speaking, followed by what words the microphone could pick up...
"Another day, another dollar right?"
Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring... From Hell's Kitchen. Weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty nine pounds... 'Money' Mike Massssarooo!!
Looking around the arena, Mike would give a stoic expression, again gauging the audience reaction as it was somewhat split again. Cheers and whistles cut the air, just as well as mild boos and jeers from the audience, but Massaro didn't let on very much. Unfazed by the mixed reaction, "Money" Mike would continue his leisurely stroll to the ring, turning his path slightly to wind up at the ring steps. Tranquilly walking up the steps, with his head down, hands still behind his back, it wasn't until his feet made contact with the apron that he would look back up. Holding on to the top rope, he'd guide himself over a few steps, clear enough for him to leapfrog over the ropes. Twisting in midair, he'd land still facing the ropes, his pace quickening now as he approached the corner of the ring.
Getting to the turnbuckles, Mike would hop on to the second rope, standing calm, cool, and collected as he began to unzip his jacket. Removing the track jacket, Massaro would fold it up and let it fall to the apron, then giving him a better opportunity to fix his arm sleeves. Mike then bowed his head, leaning forward on the top turnbuckle slightly, and take a moment of silence for himself, a small prayer that's been a tradition ever since he stepped in his first ring. After a quick sign of the cross, we'd see Massaro kiss the inner side of his wrist, his body then unfolding as he stood back up tall, flourishing with it as the lights slowly regained to normal, of course not before those in the audience could grab a quick photo opportunity. As the lights turned to their original intended shades, Mike would glance back up at the video screen, watching his own entrance video as a small reminder of how far he's come. That smile ever present once again on his face, he would leap backward, landing on his feet before dashing forward, and rebounding himself off the ropes. Coming back to the opposite side, he'd hook both arms over the top rope, and stop almost on a dime, then proceed to stretch with the assistance of the ropes. Rolling his joints, Massaro would prepare for the upcoming match, his eyes trading between the occasional fan and those he shared the ring with, knowing it was just a matter of time before he'd get to earn his keep. Awaiting the opening bell, Massaro would pace back and forth in his corner, trading words with anyone who addressed him...
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Standing Opponent
- Hurricanrana Variations- Enziguiri Variations
- Roaring Elbow
- Multiple Boxing Blows (+ Rope A Dope tactics)
- Tornado DDT (Standing, Jumping or Corner)
- Wheelbarrow Bulldog
- Canadian Piledriver
- Shotgun Dropkick
- Shining Wizard (Kneeling Opponent/Corner Prone/Running Opponent Rebound)
- Off-Guard Superkick
- Front-Flipping DDT
- Flying Head Scissors
Submissions
- Hanging Guillotine Choke (Desperation)- Sharpshooter
- Indian Deathlock
- Anaconda Vise
- Jumping Sleeper Hold (Back)
- Figure Four Leglock
- Keylock Armbar
High Risk / Jumping
- Standing Moonsault- Shooting Star (to a Laying Opponent)
- Dragonrana
- Corkscrew Moonsault (to the Outside)
- Handspring Moonsault (to the Outside)
- Running Shooting Star (from the Apron to Outside)
- Frog Splash Elbow Drop
- Springboard Neckbreaker (Blockbuster)
- Phoenix Splash
Signature Move(s):
- Sick of it All (Shin kick that drops opponent to knees, followed by several "Yes" kicks increasing in intensity, and capped off with a Avada Kadavra superkick)
- Chin Check (Rebound Springboard Spinning European Uppercut from the second rope or turnbuckle)
- Dreamchaser Part 3 (Tope Atomico from the apron to a laying opponent, rolling through and running to the ropes before hitting a cartwheel into a handspring moonsault)
- Brooklyn's Flyest (High Angle Shooting Star Press)
Finisher(s):
- Beheaded (Go-Behind into an Inverted Codebreaker (to the back of the head))
- Free Your Mind (Shiranui/Sliced Bread No. 2 - performed from the corner, or standing position)
- Bankruptcy (630° Senton)
- Going All-In (Top-Rope Springboard V-Trigger, either from the apron or corner turnbuckles)
Manager (optional): None (Yet)