Post by Tai Vega on Mar 19, 2020 10:41:59 GMT -5
Ring-Name: Tai Vega
Real Name: Taitearii James Vega
Personal Nicknames:"TV", "Herc" as in Hercules.
Wrestling Nicknames:
- The Gladiator
- The Polynesian Lion
- The Landshark
- The Tiger-Shark
- The Wolf of Brawlstreet
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
Height: 6'5
Weight: 266lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Face
Personality: Tai is a competitor through and through -- whether it was prizefighting, boxing or kickboxing nothing called to him more than the fight -- and that goes doubly for professional wrestling. Tai treats this physical craft as his life, and personally views fighting and combat as an incredibly pure form of self expression. He's incredibly observant, especially when it comes to body language, and he is pretty much physically unable to back down from a fight -- which is fine because he'd never willingly do so anyone. Tai places no personal worth in things like the size of ones wallet or how much someone can talk -- actions always speak louder, and though he isn't randomly mean to people he doesn't know he does consider respect to be something that is earned, and real respect from him isn't given very freely. He doesn't beieve in censorship, red tape, hiding behind goons or henchmen or any typically trope of cowardice. His favorite people are those who are bold and speak their mind, his least favorite being plotters schemers and back-stabbers -- and he very much enjoys being the one to teach them a lesson. He follows rules and regulations up until they interfere with what he knows is the right thing to do. Then? fuck 'em. Tai holds his own personal honor in high regard and takes it seriously -- he's never going to be the guy that sneak-attacks you in the back or low blows you during a match. If he wants to fight you in the back he'll announce himself -- you'll know he's coming, and he'll beat you down the old fashioned way even if that means it's harder to do so. He's a fitness nut, anti-drugs (though weed doesn't bother him) who will generally recommend not to smoke, but he'll lay off if someone points out that he smokes -- because he does, just not often. Despite how driven and determined he is as a competitor though, he isn't all-serious all the time and can occasionally be swayed by humor even during a show.
In-Ring Style: Tai is for the most part a powerhouse and a striker, who blitzes his opponent with a variad and punishing offense delivered at speeds they likely don't expect from a guy as big and built as he is. Beyond your typical open handed strikes, forearm smashes and elbows -- Tai is also flexible enough to deal a lot of damage with kicks of various styles picked up from his kickboxing days. He's also big on running attacks, using a charge to deliver pound-for-pound greater punishment to his opponent using his own momentum as fuel. Since he consider's his body weapon enough, Tai won't use any unless the match stupulation alllows it. Thst being said, every single fucking thing Tai does in the ring looks and IS stiff as hell.
Bio: Taitearii James Vega comes from a family quite the melting pot of lineages, with a far-reaching family tree that includes most of the Polynesian peoples like Samoa, Maori and Tonga ( and it's clear that this blood is the strongest in him) plus some Korean. Hispanic and Italian. His family is also very connected to the wrestling world, and in fact his father was the one and only Mano Vega, a bright star of the business several decades ago. It was always Tai's intention to follow in his father's footsteps, having fallen in love with wrestling very young, but after his father retired and became very ill Tai shelved his ambitions in order to care for him. After a long up and down battle that allowed Mano to spend a few more precious years with his family, he passed away: and made his dying wish that Tai follow his dreams.
So Action Wrestling better get ready.
Attire: As PB for now.
Theme song: Zayde Wolf - Gladiator
Pic Base: Roman Reigns
Entrance:
A hush goes over the crowd as the lights dim ever so slowly, until the entire arena is bathed in darkness but for the cellphone screens and cameras in the stands. The darkness holds for just long enough to make some people wonder if there has been a mistake or an outage, when suddenly the entrance area explodes in a display of sudden pyrotechnics that shatters the silence, and so does the reaction of the fans bursting into cheers.
Na na na na!
Na na na na!
Na na na na!
As "Gladiator" by Zayde Wolf goes into full swing, the lights raise to a deep steely blue and the smoke gathered around the ramp from the initial explosion of pyro is joined by a wide shower of crackling spark pyrotechnics that completely shields the backstage entrance from view. Shortly thereafter, Tai Vega parts the shower of sparks just like it was the backstage curtain, looking nonplussed as they roll off his shoulders and chest. He steps out and away from the shower of sparks, his expression composed and determined, looking like he's already in the zone and mood to beat somebody down as he surveys the crowd on both the left and right side of the entrance ramp. He begins to descend the ramp to the heavy beats of the music at a measured but clearly pumped-up pace
Let me back it up to the start of the climb,
Faced with an army of vipers and lions
I had to keep on reachin' up, cuz' it was my time,
To tear down the kingdom, and call out the liars
Got a jail on my heart from the pessimists,
Got these nails in my mouth for impressionists,
Spent too much money on a therapist,
Couldn't fix me I accepted it
Adeline Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, Californian! Standing a six feet, five inches tall and clocking in at two=hundred and sixty-six pounds... HE IS THE GLADIATOR, TAIIII VEEEEEGAAAA!!!
Tai has shifted to walking down the ramp at one side and then the other, slapping the hands of fans as he goes. But when Floyd begins to announce his name, Vega pulls away from the barricade and finishes his descent down the ramp at a full wild sprint.
GLADIATOR! GLADIATOR! GLADIATOR!
PICKED A FIGHT WITH THE GODS,
I'M THE GIANT-SLAYER!
BONESHAKER! DOMINATOR!
FREIGHT TRAIN! WRECKING BALL!
I'M THE GLADIATOR!
Tai slides smoothly into the ring, immediately pops to his feet and jogs over to turn and throw his weight against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He rests there a moment, arms lifted and elbows propped on the top rope, before he lifts off at a full sprint and runs the ropes once, twice, and thrice. Stopping suddenly in the center of the ring, he makes his way over to one turnbuckle and climbs all the way up to the top to look out over the crowd. Tai raises one arm with a closed fist, elbow bent just slightly and holds that fist to the sky with his chin up for several long moments as the lights come up to normal. As Tai steps down from the turnbuckle and gives the Ring and what's in it one-hundred percent of his focus, the music fades and he paces back and forth near the ropes like a caged lion, rolling his shoulders with anticipation.
Move Repertoire
Strikes
Closed fist and open hand punches, usually to the head or torso.
Forearm smash.
Mounted clubbing elbows, usually after a shoot takedown.
Skull-rocking haymakers.
Stomps to a downed opponent.
Calf-kick and other kicks to the limbs, body and head.
Short-Arm Lariat.
Grapples
Vertical Suplex.
German Suplex.
Exploder Suplex.
Belly-to-Belly Suplex, overhead..
Powerslam, and it's running variation.
Gutwrench Powerbomb.
Sitout Powerbomb.
High Risk / Aerial
Diving Clothesline.
Sprinboard Elbow Drop.
Blockbuster.
Missile Dropkick.
Running / Charging
Clothesline, turning his opponent inside out.
Knee Smash.
Kitchen Sink.
Running Dropkick, double-foot like a double-barreled shotgun blast.
Submissions
Texas Cloverleaf.
Single-Leg Boston Crab
Romero Special.
Fujiwara Armbar
Kata-Ha-Jime.
Signature move(s)
Boneshaker, a running low-angle shoulderblock.
Discus Clothesline.
Electric Chair Drop
Pop-Up Powerbomb
Bicycle Kick
Double-Rotation Spinebuster
Holy-Shit Moments and Other Spots
Giant-Swing
Pop-Up Powerbomb from inside the ring onto the outside apron or ring floor.
Exploder Suplex onto the fan barricade.
Hangman's DDT with his opponent's feet on the top rope.
Superplex.
Avalanche Electric Chair.
Avalanche Muscle Buster.
Finisher(s):
Spear, with theatrics or out-of-nowhere.
The Dominator Death-Lock, a chickenwing over-the-shoulder crossface.
Death Valley Driver.
Koa, a single-foot legdrop to the face with theatrics.