Post by johnnyanthrax on May 13, 2009 18:55:01 GMT -5
Your Name: Johnny Ant
Your email: TheTrueGamer@Gmail.com
Wrestler's name: Anthrax (I go by Anthrax now.)
Gimmick: Just a big white, American fightin' machine. I just turned thirty and the biker gang I was in just went batshit crazy and I had enough of them. I moved back home to Devil's Island, New York and am now doing some odd jobs to get paid. I like to drink and fight and thinking I can hold off on beer just long enough to fight inside a ring for a paycheck. I had some training in wrestling early on in my career but I'm stubborn and I couldn't hack it as a youngin' out of High School.
I'm currently NOT living with my brother and his family and fixin' on my bike when I'm not either passed out drunk, or fighting my way to gettin' somethin' I want. That's all a lie. I moved out of their house because they bitched at me too much. I now live with Colt in some apartment in the Bronx. I will, one day with the help of Colt, be Champion in WCF.
Height/weight: Six foot six and two hundred and ninety pounds.
Hometown: Devil's Island, New York.
Alignment (Face/heel/neutral): Big, big, big, big, big heel.
Appearance/attire: I wear a lot of blacks. My hair is long and I love to wear bandannas. I keep a goatee for the hot mamas, and I have about two hundred tattoos and half of them I don't remember getting. Tat's basically cover up my entire body except for my face and head. A brother has to draw a line am I right? I wear long black jeans with steel toe boots, and a black belt keeps my pants tight right on my waist. I wear a blank tank top with a white logo (ANTHRAX logo) on the back. I basically wear outside the ring attire to the ring. Who has time to change clothes when it's time to kick ass?
Entrance and music: Metallica - Cyanide
The lights flicker on and off and Metallica's Cyanide kicks through the airwaves. Anthrax steps outs through the smoke but stops on the edge of the ramp. Colton stands with him and both men do the same taunt; both hands in the air with a very mean face. Colt leads Anthrax down the ramp and into the ring. Colton makes sure everyone knows that Anthrax is here to fight.
Style (Technical, hardcore, brawler, powerhouse, etc.): I'm just a fuckin' hardcore brawlin machine man. What is a submission gonna do? If I wanted you to quit, I'd just choke you out.
Favorite Moves (At least 5):
Nothing like breaking your back over my knee, or slamming you down in any sort of suplex possible. Slingshot clothesline and a huge scoop slam is sort of my thang too. I like tossing the little guys around, and any sort of weapon I can pick up is certainly a friend of mine.
Trademark move and description: " Lethal-izer " - Full Nelson Slam
Finisher and description: " Torque " - Pump Handle Slam
Manager? If so, name and description: Colton Fly. Met him in a boxing-gym, and told me I had what it took to be WCF Championship material. Colton is a five foot ten new yorker, who loves to talk. Never worries about crossing the line. He does not wrestle, but he'll get involved. Loves to be ringside too.
Your email: TheTrueGamer@Gmail.com
Wrestler's name: Anthrax (I go by Anthrax now.)
Gimmick: Just a big white, American fightin' machine. I just turned thirty and the biker gang I was in just went batshit crazy and I had enough of them. I moved back home to Devil's Island, New York and am now doing some odd jobs to get paid. I like to drink and fight and thinking I can hold off on beer just long enough to fight inside a ring for a paycheck. I had some training in wrestling early on in my career but I'm stubborn and I couldn't hack it as a youngin' out of High School.
I'm currently NOT living with my brother and his family and fixin' on my bike when I'm not either passed out drunk, or fighting my way to gettin' somethin' I want. That's all a lie. I moved out of their house because they bitched at me too much. I now live with Colt in some apartment in the Bronx. I will, one day with the help of Colt, be Champion in WCF.
Height/weight: Six foot six and two hundred and ninety pounds.
Hometown: Devil's Island, New York.
Alignment (Face/heel/neutral): Big, big, big, big, big heel.
Appearance/attire: I wear a lot of blacks. My hair is long and I love to wear bandannas. I keep a goatee for the hot mamas, and I have about two hundred tattoos and half of them I don't remember getting. Tat's basically cover up my entire body except for my face and head. A brother has to draw a line am I right? I wear long black jeans with steel toe boots, and a black belt keeps my pants tight right on my waist. I wear a blank tank top with a white logo (ANTHRAX logo) on the back. I basically wear outside the ring attire to the ring. Who has time to change clothes when it's time to kick ass?
Entrance and music: Metallica - Cyanide
The lights flicker on and off and Metallica's Cyanide kicks through the airwaves. Anthrax steps outs through the smoke but stops on the edge of the ramp. Colton stands with him and both men do the same taunt; both hands in the air with a very mean face. Colt leads Anthrax down the ramp and into the ring. Colton makes sure everyone knows that Anthrax is here to fight.
Style (Technical, hardcore, brawler, powerhouse, etc.): I'm just a fuckin' hardcore brawlin machine man. What is a submission gonna do? If I wanted you to quit, I'd just choke you out.
Favorite Moves (At least 5):
Nothing like breaking your back over my knee, or slamming you down in any sort of suplex possible. Slingshot clothesline and a huge scoop slam is sort of my thang too. I like tossing the little guys around, and any sort of weapon I can pick up is certainly a friend of mine.
Trademark move and description: " Lethal-izer " - Full Nelson Slam
Finisher and description: " Torque " - Pump Handle Slam
Manager? If so, name and description: Colton Fly. Met him in a boxing-gym, and told me I had what it took to be WCF Championship material. Colton is a five foot ten new yorker, who loves to talk. Never worries about crossing the line. He does not wrestle, but he'll get involved. Loves to be ringside too.