Post by Hiro Misawa on Apr 20, 2011 13:11:40 GMT 10
Wrestler's Name: Hiro Misawa
Nicknames: "The Unpredictable"; "The Prophet"; "Hero"
Division: World
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario Canada
Where did you find us: Some website I cant remember
Height: 6’2
Weight:
Hair Color: Black
Race: Japanese-Canadian
Alignment: Face
Pic Base: Shingo Takagi
Wrestling Style: Brawler, Technical
Manager/Valet: The Black Mamba
Entrance Music: ‘If I Die Tomorrow’ Motley Crue
Moves:
Stiff Roundhouse Kicks to the body
Classic Sleeper Hold
Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker
Hurricanrana; Flapjack
Shinbreaker
Backdrop Suplex
Elbowdrop
Swinging Neckbreaker
Finisher(s):
Sushi Train (Flashing Elbow)
Yoshi Driver III (Omega Driver)
Biography: Misawa has competed internationally, honing his craft mostly in Japan and Mexico for over ten years, just not in a main event level, just used in dark matches and squashes mostly under ridiculous names such as ‘Kung Fu Sanchez’ and PANDAMAN! (if named at all) so he knows exactly how to take a beating, he knows what an armbar is like during the course of ten-minutes and almost every match he is busted open, lands on his head, is horrifically brutalised or simply put through agonising painful submissions. Repackaged under the name ‘Hiro Misawa’ he is still landing on his head, destroying tables with his buttcheeks and having bricks smashed over his shoulders, but he just does it really cool now. Hiro Misawa is like Cactus Jack, he might get his ass kicked but he knows crazy. Despite his Japanese architecture, Misawa is Canadian-made and can’t speak Japanese to save his life yet he’s told to rant in Japanese whilst receiving submissions, saying things like ‘tennis’ and ‘pingpong balls’ in Japanese dialect..
Optional Stuff: Attire/Appearance: (As pictured) Punk styled Mohawk on the top, usually red but can vary for big matches, and long at the back, deceptively lean physique (Hiro is actually quite powerful). Singlet tights, double strap and thigh high, with a primarily black and crimson colour scheme and a crimson dragon on the back, two smaller additional dragons wrapped around tribal flames at each side of the hip. Crimson boots which meet black kneepads, single crimson elbow pad on his right arm (removes prior to unleashing his Sushi Train), crimson leather wristbands. Backstage attire generally includes a T-shirt, Hiro is always dressed to compete, even in public… because you just never know.
Real Name: Caine
Country: Australia
Real Age: 21
Experience: LOTS
GFX:Experience: Not so lots
RP Example:
(current fed promo)
Cole: OHHHH MY!!
King: That’s Misawa’s music!
Striker: I’ve never heard Misawa using this? At least not on any RAMPAGE show, King!
*With his face buried beneath a canopy of coal strands, Hiro Misawa drags himself from the back with Chocolate Misawa in tow, seems unconcerned by anything and everything around him. Snatching Chocolate Misawa closely, Misawa sneers and holds the mic. *
Misawa: Triple H… Wrestleroad, my title on the line, your title on the line… can you feel it? Can you FEEL it? Do you WANT it?
*Regardless of the feelings towards this new Misawa, the crowd pop at the very mention of The Game. Rolling his eyes as he parts his hands through his hair, Misawa shakes his head…*
Misawa: Yes Triple H… that electric feeling, stepping on one paving stone at a time towards Wrestleroad… I’m NOT feeling it.
*Shrugging, Misawa looks around at the crowd, taking a moment from the mic to chew away on his gum. *
Misawa: I’m not feeling it Hunter, because in all honesty, I couldn’t care less about the titles on the line, it’s true. I mean what the HELL kind of credibility does the 24/7 title have to me? Let’s look at some past champions…
*Misawa takes a moment, contemplating sarcastically as Chocolate hmm’s in agreement, yet has no real clue of any history. James turns to Chocolate and delivers a piercing glare, simply waving his finger and takes the microphone. *
Cole: Misawa putting a lot of thought into this…
Misawa: You know something, Game… I can’t even think of any. You see, I’m not interested in the 24/7 championship, it’s the bottom of the proverbial barrel. What the hell are you thinking Hunter? You are one of the most dominating identities in this company whose name isn’t Chris Jericho, you’ve done it all, you’ve proven it all, but two weeks ago all you prove was how much of a needy, power-hungry, cry-baby little bitch you really are.
Cole: OUCH!
Striker: A strong statement indeed from Misawa!
*Chocolate immediately puts her hand to her mouth, mocking false shock.*
Misawa: My name is Triple H… I couldn’t return teh way I wanted, I didn’t win teh Woyel Wumble and couldn’t go to Wesslewoad WAH WA H WAH!
King: That’s actually pretty close!
Striker: Oh come on, that’s nothing LIKE Triple H!
*Nodding impressed with her husband’s impressions, Chocolate laughs along with James as he can barely stop to talk again into the microphone, clearing his throat James finally manages to collect himself, his head flapping back from his neck.*
Misawa: It’s simple Hunter, you’ve had two legitimate chances to catapult yourself back, to CATAPULT THE GAME… BACK into the World Heavyweight Title scene… and you LOST both of them…
*Throwing up two fingers high, mimicked by wife Chocolate, Misawa pauses, running his hand across his jawline. .*
Misawa: But now you can relax Hunter, because you will be at Wrestlemania just like you wanted, just like you wanted I am doing you a favour and putting some of the Wrestleroad spotlight BACK on the Game and just like a baby, Triple H, I am going to shake you until you stop breathing and I am going to drop you on your head.
Cole: A rather disturbing metaphor from the X Division Champion….
Striker: Oh look at this…
*Making gestures with his hands, as if picking up a newborn and releasing it to his surprise, the heads of both James and Chocolate theatrically drop to the steel of the stage. *
Misawa: That’s the difference between me then and now Hunter, I’ve grown, I’m a BIG BOY now and quite frankly, you still are the baby you always were, sucking on the titties of the business and speaking of babies, Hunter... I brought somebody out here, someone you classify as family, someone like...
* Hiro Misawa begins to walk his wife through the curtains of the entrance structure, hand in hand, still speaking freely into the microphone as the two disappear for some moments. The camera cuts to the back in the meantime, specifically behind the thinned wheels of what appears to be a baby carriage of sorts, decorated in all its trimmings and laces, facing away from the camera. *
King: What is this? What.. What is that?!
Cole: I don’t… I think… is that a pram??
Striker: Oh my… oh this can’t be good. You can’t be serious, Misawa.
* Appearing from the darkness, methodically approaching the pram, still facing away from the camera, James ‘Misawa’ Misawa stares down, a sweet lullaby coming from a radio or something similar. Leaning forwards with both hands reaching into the pram, James seems to genuinely beam with adoration, making goo-goo noises. Taking the handle of the pram with both hands, James reverses ever so gently and begins to turn around back to the darkness of the gorilla position. *
Cole: Tell me that’s not Triple H’s daughter…
Striker: I sincerely hope not, Michael…
* Appearing from the back, pushing the pram out from the curtain as he does so like a proud father, Misawa comes to a complete stop upon the stage, cocking one leg upon the wheels of the pram, he seemed to turn his attentions to it and begin speaking to the pram with a disturbing tone. *
James: Are you loved? Are you adored? Would you be fought for heaven and earth unconditionally?
* It is at this point Chocolate Misawa produces a sledgehammer, which produces a loud gasp of shock arena wide as Hiro Misawa takes the sledge with both hands and rests it upon his shoulders like a rail-line worker. Menacingly glaring down into the pram with the most villainous of snarls across his face, Misawa eases the sledge hammer in front of him and smirks. *
James: You have your family… or you have this business. You can’t have it all Hunter, you can’t protect them all. Your wife… your daughter? Are you going to be there for them as much as you are here for yourself? Family is a sacred thing… you’d never let anything, nor anyone for that matter hurt them right?
* Misawa shrugs, then transforms into a monster, suddenly swinging the sledgehammer high and smashing the pram, which bends upon impact with the first blow. Misawa again swings true, this time the entire pram decompresses, swinging away like a maniac until the pram is nothing more than a wheeled wreck.*
Striker: NO!! NO!! OH MY GOD NO!!!
King: AH!!!
Cole: THIS IS MADNESS! THIS IS INSANITY! THIS IS NOT WRESTLING!!
* Misawa pants to a controlled set of breaths, glaring down upon the pram he drops the sledge upon the stage and reaches inside, pulling the X Division Title, wrapped in a baby’s blanket, from inside with a grin from ear to ear, holding it high above his head with one arm. The horrific prank had unsettled the world, yet Misawa simply lifts his leg and kicks the destroyed pram from the lip of the stage, which careens into a violent crash and spills open, revealing nothing but a deformed two-dollar doll, it’s head rolling off upon impact. *
King: Is that a head??
Cole: That was sick… that was a sick, sick joke…
Striker: Oh thank god!
* Slapping the X Division Title over one shoulder, Misawa growls into the microphone. *
James: Unlike you, Triple H… I can protect what’s mine. I will protect what’s mine. For the almost three years I’ve been the X Division champion of the world, that’s an accomplishment twelve times that of your legendary reign as the WWA champion. I can understand how they are different to you Hunter, you always were an attention whore, looking for the biggest picture possible but to me, the X Division title was my baby, FNTC was my house and I knew which side of the picket fence I was defending, unlike you. I’ve already told you I don’t care about the 24/7 Title, but this Sunday… Wrestleroad, I don’t intend on going home empty-handed.
* Dropping the microphone upon the stage, the image fades with Misawa raising the X Division title high. *
King: Aren’t you going to be glad when this is all over at Wrestleroad!
Striker: Sadly King, I think it’s only just begun. That was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen…
Cole: Triple H and Misawa… no holds barred! It is going to be a trainwreck of emotions! What will happen when these two collide THIS Sunday!!!
Nicknames: "The Unpredictable"; "The Prophet"; "Hero"
Division: World
Hometown: Toronto, Ontario Canada
Where did you find us: Some website I cant remember
Height: 6’2
Weight:
Hair Color: Black
Race: Japanese-Canadian
Alignment: Face
Pic Base: Shingo Takagi
Wrestling Style: Brawler, Technical
Manager/Valet: The Black Mamba
Entrance Music: ‘If I Die Tomorrow’ Motley Crue
Moves:
Stiff Roundhouse Kicks to the body
Classic Sleeper Hold
Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker
Hurricanrana; Flapjack
Shinbreaker
Backdrop Suplex
Elbowdrop
Swinging Neckbreaker
Finisher(s):
Sushi Train (Flashing Elbow)
Yoshi Driver III (Omega Driver)
Biography: Misawa has competed internationally, honing his craft mostly in Japan and Mexico for over ten years, just not in a main event level, just used in dark matches and squashes mostly under ridiculous names such as ‘Kung Fu Sanchez’ and PANDAMAN! (if named at all) so he knows exactly how to take a beating, he knows what an armbar is like during the course of ten-minutes and almost every match he is busted open, lands on his head, is horrifically brutalised or simply put through agonising painful submissions. Repackaged under the name ‘Hiro Misawa’ he is still landing on his head, destroying tables with his buttcheeks and having bricks smashed over his shoulders, but he just does it really cool now. Hiro Misawa is like Cactus Jack, he might get his ass kicked but he knows crazy. Despite his Japanese architecture, Misawa is Canadian-made and can’t speak Japanese to save his life yet he’s told to rant in Japanese whilst receiving submissions, saying things like ‘tennis’ and ‘pingpong balls’ in Japanese dialect..
Optional Stuff: Attire/Appearance: (As pictured) Punk styled Mohawk on the top, usually red but can vary for big matches, and long at the back, deceptively lean physique (Hiro is actually quite powerful). Singlet tights, double strap and thigh high, with a primarily black and crimson colour scheme and a crimson dragon on the back, two smaller additional dragons wrapped around tribal flames at each side of the hip. Crimson boots which meet black kneepads, single crimson elbow pad on his right arm (removes prior to unleashing his Sushi Train), crimson leather wristbands. Backstage attire generally includes a T-shirt, Hiro is always dressed to compete, even in public… because you just never know.
Real Name: Caine
Country: Australia
Real Age: 21
Experience: LOTS
GFX:Experience: Not so lots
RP Example:
(current fed promo)
Cole: OHHHH MY!!
King: That’s Misawa’s music!
Striker: I’ve never heard Misawa using this? At least not on any RAMPAGE show, King!
*With his face buried beneath a canopy of coal strands, Hiro Misawa drags himself from the back with Chocolate Misawa in tow, seems unconcerned by anything and everything around him. Snatching Chocolate Misawa closely, Misawa sneers and holds the mic. *
Misawa: Triple H… Wrestleroad, my title on the line, your title on the line… can you feel it? Can you FEEL it? Do you WANT it?
*Regardless of the feelings towards this new Misawa, the crowd pop at the very mention of The Game. Rolling his eyes as he parts his hands through his hair, Misawa shakes his head…*
Misawa: Yes Triple H… that electric feeling, stepping on one paving stone at a time towards Wrestleroad… I’m NOT feeling it.
*Shrugging, Misawa looks around at the crowd, taking a moment from the mic to chew away on his gum. *
Misawa: I’m not feeling it Hunter, because in all honesty, I couldn’t care less about the titles on the line, it’s true. I mean what the HELL kind of credibility does the 24/7 title have to me? Let’s look at some past champions…
*Misawa takes a moment, contemplating sarcastically as Chocolate hmm’s in agreement, yet has no real clue of any history. James turns to Chocolate and delivers a piercing glare, simply waving his finger and takes the microphone. *
Cole: Misawa putting a lot of thought into this…
Misawa: You know something, Game… I can’t even think of any. You see, I’m not interested in the 24/7 championship, it’s the bottom of the proverbial barrel. What the hell are you thinking Hunter? You are one of the most dominating identities in this company whose name isn’t Chris Jericho, you’ve done it all, you’ve proven it all, but two weeks ago all you prove was how much of a needy, power-hungry, cry-baby little bitch you really are.
Cole: OUCH!
Striker: A strong statement indeed from Misawa!
*Chocolate immediately puts her hand to her mouth, mocking false shock.*
Misawa: My name is Triple H… I couldn’t return teh way I wanted, I didn’t win teh Woyel Wumble and couldn’t go to Wesslewoad WAH WA H WAH!
King: That’s actually pretty close!
Striker: Oh come on, that’s nothing LIKE Triple H!
*Nodding impressed with her husband’s impressions, Chocolate laughs along with James as he can barely stop to talk again into the microphone, clearing his throat James finally manages to collect himself, his head flapping back from his neck.*
Misawa: It’s simple Hunter, you’ve had two legitimate chances to catapult yourself back, to CATAPULT THE GAME… BACK into the World Heavyweight Title scene… and you LOST both of them…
*Throwing up two fingers high, mimicked by wife Chocolate, Misawa pauses, running his hand across his jawline. .*
Misawa: But now you can relax Hunter, because you will be at Wrestlemania just like you wanted, just like you wanted I am doing you a favour and putting some of the Wrestleroad spotlight BACK on the Game and just like a baby, Triple H, I am going to shake you until you stop breathing and I am going to drop you on your head.
Cole: A rather disturbing metaphor from the X Division Champion….
Striker: Oh look at this…
*Making gestures with his hands, as if picking up a newborn and releasing it to his surprise, the heads of both James and Chocolate theatrically drop to the steel of the stage. *
Misawa: That’s the difference between me then and now Hunter, I’ve grown, I’m a BIG BOY now and quite frankly, you still are the baby you always were, sucking on the titties of the business and speaking of babies, Hunter... I brought somebody out here, someone you classify as family, someone like...
* Hiro Misawa begins to walk his wife through the curtains of the entrance structure, hand in hand, still speaking freely into the microphone as the two disappear for some moments. The camera cuts to the back in the meantime, specifically behind the thinned wheels of what appears to be a baby carriage of sorts, decorated in all its trimmings and laces, facing away from the camera. *
King: What is this? What.. What is that?!
Cole: I don’t… I think… is that a pram??
Striker: Oh my… oh this can’t be good. You can’t be serious, Misawa.
* Appearing from the darkness, methodically approaching the pram, still facing away from the camera, James ‘Misawa’ Misawa stares down, a sweet lullaby coming from a radio or something similar. Leaning forwards with both hands reaching into the pram, James seems to genuinely beam with adoration, making goo-goo noises. Taking the handle of the pram with both hands, James reverses ever so gently and begins to turn around back to the darkness of the gorilla position. *
Cole: Tell me that’s not Triple H’s daughter…
Striker: I sincerely hope not, Michael…
* Appearing from the back, pushing the pram out from the curtain as he does so like a proud father, Misawa comes to a complete stop upon the stage, cocking one leg upon the wheels of the pram, he seemed to turn his attentions to it and begin speaking to the pram with a disturbing tone. *
James: Are you loved? Are you adored? Would you be fought for heaven and earth unconditionally?
* It is at this point Chocolate Misawa produces a sledgehammer, which produces a loud gasp of shock arena wide as Hiro Misawa takes the sledge with both hands and rests it upon his shoulders like a rail-line worker. Menacingly glaring down into the pram with the most villainous of snarls across his face, Misawa eases the sledge hammer in front of him and smirks. *
James: You have your family… or you have this business. You can’t have it all Hunter, you can’t protect them all. Your wife… your daughter? Are you going to be there for them as much as you are here for yourself? Family is a sacred thing… you’d never let anything, nor anyone for that matter hurt them right?
* Misawa shrugs, then transforms into a monster, suddenly swinging the sledgehammer high and smashing the pram, which bends upon impact with the first blow. Misawa again swings true, this time the entire pram decompresses, swinging away like a maniac until the pram is nothing more than a wheeled wreck.*
Striker: NO!! NO!! OH MY GOD NO!!!
King: AH!!!
Cole: THIS IS MADNESS! THIS IS INSANITY! THIS IS NOT WRESTLING!!
* Misawa pants to a controlled set of breaths, glaring down upon the pram he drops the sledge upon the stage and reaches inside, pulling the X Division Title, wrapped in a baby’s blanket, from inside with a grin from ear to ear, holding it high above his head with one arm. The horrific prank had unsettled the world, yet Misawa simply lifts his leg and kicks the destroyed pram from the lip of the stage, which careens into a violent crash and spills open, revealing nothing but a deformed two-dollar doll, it’s head rolling off upon impact. *
King: Is that a head??
Cole: That was sick… that was a sick, sick joke…
Striker: Oh thank god!
* Slapping the X Division Title over one shoulder, Misawa growls into the microphone. *
James: Unlike you, Triple H… I can protect what’s mine. I will protect what’s mine. For the almost three years I’ve been the X Division champion of the world, that’s an accomplishment twelve times that of your legendary reign as the WWA champion. I can understand how they are different to you Hunter, you always were an attention whore, looking for the biggest picture possible but to me, the X Division title was my baby, FNTC was my house and I knew which side of the picket fence I was defending, unlike you. I’ve already told you I don’t care about the 24/7 Title, but this Sunday… Wrestleroad, I don’t intend on going home empty-handed.
* Dropping the microphone upon the stage, the image fades with Misawa raising the X Division title high. *
King: Aren’t you going to be glad when this is all over at Wrestleroad!
Striker: Sadly King, I think it’s only just begun. That was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen…
Cole: Triple H and Misawa… no holds barred! It is going to be a trainwreck of emotions! What will happen when these two collide THIS Sunday!!!