Post by morrison on Dec 29, 2010 14:43:46 GMT -5
GZWA Wrestler
Wrestler Name: John Morrison
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight: 223 lb
Finishers:
Starship Pain (Split-legged corkscrew moonsault)
Running knee smash to a seated opponent
Signature Moves:
180° spun flare transitioned into a leg drop
Belly to back wheelbarrow facebuster
Corkscrew plancha
European uppercut
Flying Chuck (Springboard roundhouse kick)
Russian legsweep
Spinning heel kick
Springboard moonsault
Springboard or a slingshot elbow drop
Standing shooting star press
Step-up jumping high kick
STO backbreaker followed by either a Russian legsweep or a neckbreaker
Short Description of Wrestler:
John Morrison endured a personal evolution of sorts after capturing the vacated ECW Championship at Vengeance: Night of Champions in 2007. The Superstar that had formerly been known as Johnny Nitro officially renamed himself John Morrison, his given birth name, on the historic July 17, 2007, edition of ECW. The transformation came when Morrison realized that winning the Extreme title represented the peak of his fame to date, and allowed him to "be himself" from that point forward.
Shortly thereafter, Morrison found unexpected success alongside another brazen, rising star in the Land of the Extreme, The Miz. The Shaman of Sexy's vanity quickly reached new heights, much like his WWE career.
And Morrison has good reason to be confident. He has never been too far away from gold since his debut in 2005, capturing tag team gold as well as the Intercontinental Championship. The Shaman of Sexy was ultimately drafted to ECW during the 2007 Supplemental Draft on WWE.com, and his career was given new life. As the world can now see, Morrison took full advantage of his Extreme home.
Alongside The Miz, John Morrison secured the WWE Tag Team Championship on SmackDown territory following the unique talent exchange arrangement between SmackDown and ECW managing officials. They later held the World Tag Team Championships, and nearly became the Unified Tag Team Champions, making their Superstar alliance one of the great tag teams in recent memory. The dynamic duo achieved even greater success with their hit WWE.com Exclusive show “The Dirt Sheet,” which not only produced some of the funniest moments in the history of the site, but also helped to make them into Slammy Award winners.
When the 2009 WWE Draft brought this “bro-mance” to an abrupt end, Morrison headed to SmackDown, where he has quickly begun making an even bigger impact than ever before. In perhaps the biggest match of his career, Morrison dethroned Rey Mysterio on SmackDown on Sept. 4 to begin a two month reign as Intercontinental Champion.
In the 2010 WWE Draft, Morrison migrated to Raw where, week after week, the Superstar now known as the Monday Night Delight continues to live up to his nickname.
Introduction Roleplay*:
~ The Scene opens to a beautiful night overlooking the city skyline of pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... You can see the thousands of wrestling fans rushing into the Civic Center, Home of the Steelers. The fans are all crowding in to get there seats in anticipation for A preview of the upcoming Raws happenings. All the wrestlers are set to be in the house tonight and anything can happen as The Tournament draw closer to an end and new rivalries and alliances will be tested. The Camera Than switches its view into the main hallways where all the fans are packed in waiting to give their tickets in order to get in to see an action packed show. There's a few shoving matches here and there between the fans, as they all want to be first to get to their seats, but that's impossible as the scene switches to the inside of the Civic Center where it's almost totally full. Lillian Garcia, the ring announcer is trying to entertain the fans with WWE-HCTP's tour dates, merchandise sales, etc. etc... Suddenly, the hugely round WWE-HCTP-Tron blares up and it shows a black stretch limo pulling in the backstage parking lot..The fans erupt with cheers as they realize this is the first arrival of the night and quite possibly the most important. The scene than pans backstage to where the limo has just pulled in. All the fans back in the Civic Center are standing on their feet, ancsious to see who it is... The limo driver then steps out of the limo and walks to the end of the limo and opens the door. Seconds later, out steps the most beautiful pair of legs you've ever seen in your lifetime. The fans give a big pop to that, but that quickly changes as those legs belong to the Billion Dollar Princess, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley steps out of the limosine with her hair down, wearing a short dark black leather skirt, with black heels..Not only that, she has on a black low cut sleeveless tanktop revealing her cleavage. She has a wicked smile on her face as her husband, The Sadistic Son In Law... Triple H steps out, the fans are now booing louder than ever at 'The Game'. Triple H has his hair up in a tight pony tail, as he's wearing a pair of jeans, combat boots, a leather jacket which is covered with a sleeveless jean jacket that has his intials 'h H h' stiched on the back in with a black material. Not only that, he has a 'I am your PAIN' black T-Shirt underneath all of that. An also has his patented sledgehammer along with him. He rests it over his shoulder than smirks at his wife, Stephanie and puts his arm around Stephanie's shoulder as they both make their way into the Civic Center... Minutes pass by as Jonathan Coachman soon catches up with Triple H and his wife. ~
.:::-{['The Coach' Jonathan Coachman]}-:::. Triple H! Triple H! I just want to get a few words with you if I can, with your permission of course?!...
.:::-|['The Game' Triple H]|-:::. Sure... why the hell not, id be bugged by some other idiot anyways later down these halls your all like A bunch of damn germs, theres so many of you ya cant hide from um. What The hell do you want make it quick im A busy Man...
.:::-{['The Coach' Jonathan Coachman]}:::. Of Course, I know that and I respect that but I just want some comments about your match last night on Raw and your up coming one against The Miz...
.:::-|['The Game' Triple H]|-:::. Ya your damn right you better respect that im A busy man... and what about last week? wade knows as much as I do, It was a fluke and will never happen again. as of this week, Ima continue to beat some ass and prove im the most dominant force in the WWE-HCTP today, tommorow, in the past, and the future and no one can stop me!...I found out last week that Im have to bring my trush worthy friend with me to the ring.
~ Triple H looks down at his shoulder where his sledgehammer rests and than gets right in The Coach's face with that comment, before he turns around and walks away as Coach has a look of shock across his face because of what Triple H just said. The cameras go dead for A few seconds as the crowd still maintains there attention to the WWE-HCTP-Tron but are looking at nothing but black, but than The lights go out in the Civic Center, As purple, black, green and white strobe lights swirl all around the arena... As that happens, the deafening sounds of Triple H's theme music 'Time to play the Game!' by Motor Head is heard all around the Civic Center which causes nearly everyone to get up from their seats as they know they will soon be seeing the arrival of one Triple H... The camera spins back to the broadcasting table where the strobe lights are flashing on Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler... Jerry Lawler looks excited as Jim Ross just looks on. Then the camara spins back to the entranceway where a small figure is seen making her way through the lights. She stands there and puts her hand on her hip. Minutes pass by when the Billion Dollar Princess, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, the wife of Triple H, makes her way out. The crowd boo heavily as they see her. With the loud words 'Time to play the Game!' heard all around the arena. Stephanie stands atop the rampway, once again. Hand on her hip and she looks to the back as her husband, Triple H slowly makes his way out. Water bottle in his right hand, sledgehammer in left hand. He stands under the white strobe light that is at the top of the rampway. He stares down at the ground with rage in his eyes. Then he suddenly throws his head up and begins a walk down the aisle. He's got his arm around his wife. The crowd aren't very pleased with Triple H as they continue to boo him. The couple continue to make their way down to the ring, as they finally reach the floor and Triple H helps Stephanie up the steel steps. Stephanie walks across the ring apron with a smile on her face, Triple H lowers the ropes for her and she climbs into the ring bending down through the ropes. She than rests hr arms on the ropes behind her husband. As Triple H takes one last sip of his water... and throws the empty bottle into the negative recieving lights. All this time, the white strobe light has been following Triple H. So he walks to the other end of the apron and stops dead center, stephanie inside the ring by his side. She's smiling as only she can smile... Triple H, slowly walks across the ring apron as he stares a hole into the crowd with his deadly eyes. He stands in the middle of the ring apron and tilts his head down. The white strobe light is now the only light on in the Fleet Center and it's on Triple H. Seconds pass by, as Triple suddenly throws his head up and spits water out of his mouth, creating a misty substance to surround his sadistic mystique. He's rising his arms with the sledgehammer in his hand as he does this, screaming. The fans boo once more as Triple H storms into the ring and walks to the turnbuckle and climbs it. His theme song hasnt stopped playing, but all the lights have come back. Triple H rises his arms very slowly and he once again screams with a look of anger across his face. He jumps down the turnbuckle, as Stephanie demands a microphone from Lillian Garcia, which she obviously gets. She hands it to her husband, as he lays a kiss on her cheek. The Pittsburgh crowd start up an 'Asshole, Asshole, Asshole, Asshole' chant as Triple is about to speak, but he looks around with a pissed look. Triple H takes a look around at the Pittsburgh crowd as the 'Asshole' chant takes a toll for the worse, but Triple H suddenly speaks out much to the crowds dismay. ~
.:::-|['The Game' Triple H]|-:::. Now..I know all of people... [Asshole chants gets louder] I'm not in the mood! So shut your holes!! Now... if you think by chanting that name, that it upsets me and that you're going to get a result from me. Well than, you're dead wrong because that's not going to happen... You know why that's not going to happen!?!? Because you people paid your hard earned money to come and see ME. To watch ME kick somebody's ass! You take time out of your lives to come and watch 'The Game' collect another victory under his wing... and who goes home the happiest? ME! Because it's ME that's collecting your money, it's ME that's cashing your checks! So go ahead, call me whatever you'd like, boo as loud you'd like. It doesn't make a damn bit of a difference, because when its all said and done with. You go home, you go home to your wife. You go back to your low pay jobs, minimum wage salaries, you go back to sitting in front of the television with your hands on your lap. And you go back to your wife whose cooking you that god awfull crap no on likes that she just took out of the freezer after 5 years for dinner. and what am I doing? I'm spending your hard earned money like there's no end. And you know why? Because... I can! The fact of the matter is, I'm above all of you! I'm better than all of you. I have reached a level that none of you will ever reach in your entire life... I OWN EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! Plain and Simple as that, Case closed!
~ As Triple H's insults reach the top row of the Civic Center, they start up an even louder 'Slut, Slut, Slut!' chant towards Stephanie... Triple H' becomes enrages as his wife looks on at her husband with sheer horror on her face... He brings the mic back up to his mouth. ~
.:::-|['The Game' Triple H]|-:::. Damn you people! Show my wife the damn respect that she deserves!!!... Now before I was interrupted... Ya know what people always used to ask... 'Why do you call yourself 'The Game'? Well, the answer is simple. What I did every single day, every single day that I would travel all around the world. I'd go in, proclaim that I am 'The Game', go in that same night and kick everyone's ass from pillar to post. Because I Am That Damn Good... I did what I said I was gonna do, I proved myself over and over again. Im not a man that brags, but hell, if you were me. You'd do the damn same! I was the second ever Grand Slam Champion EVER in WWF history... I am the man that actually brought back some dignity back to the WWE-HCTP when i signed a contract here.. The WWF was all about politics, and I'm all about kicking ass... Hell,you want an answer to your question as to why I'm here... The WWF didn't even put me in it's main event at WrestleMania 17... What they did was book Austin-Rock for a belt that was rightfully mine. And I damn well deserved to be in the WrestleMania main event this year. Look what I did to Austin in that best of three falls match. I humbled him, beat him in two straight falls. But did the WWF consider that when booking the main event? Hell no! All year long, ever since Austin came back, I've heard everyone in the office talk about how huge a Rock-Austin WrestleMania match would be. Well, what about a Triple H-Austin match? What a Rock-Triple H match? Hell, what about a threeway? Are you telling me any one of those matches wouldn't put asses in the seats? I don't give a rat's ass if they're more popular. Going into WrestleMania, I was the best damn wrestler in the WWF and I proved that by destroying Austin at 'No Way Out'. But it didn't matter, did it? The suits wantd their Austin-Rock main event. Well, good for them. I'll tell you all this though. I am in no way going to let anybody screw me over again. I was The best WWF Champion they ever had, despite all the so called legends they had in the past. But what does WWE-HCTP do? They boost me down to the damn Intercontinental level? I am 'The Game', dammit! Miz hasnt acheived half of the accomplishments I have! I guess my hard work isnt enough, I guess I didn't beat people enough... I guess I wasn't sadistic enough! Wel that all changes this week. The Game officialy starts than... I go in and I beat some rookie's ass. Miz, when you was younger you think you've seen a side of me that never even existed? You think there isn't any lower level that I can't sink to? Well you can just ask J.R. that question. You think you've seen my ugly side? Being that damn good is easy. But now it's time to get That Damn Sadistic!!! This Monday night I face The Real World Reject, Miz... [Crowd Pops] Ya cheer all you want hes nothing and will continue to be nothing monday, you can bet your ass's on that! It's people like you that make me sick to my stomach as to the point where I don't even wanna be here... and trust me when I say... I DON'T LIKE PITTSBURGH! [Crowd Boos Loudly] Now onto a man that never really understood things... A man whose been never been able to acheieve as much as I have... But ya know what's funny? Miz has never beat The Pedigree of Wrestling, and this Monday will be no different! You know why? Because he isn't on the same level as me. He isn't on the same playing field as me. He doesn't have the brute strength to take me out. Even if it takes every last inch out of his broken down body, it will never, EVER be enough to take me out! On Raw this Monday night, I will beat him bloody! Miz likes to think he's already a legend in his own time in wrestling because he's won a few belts in the past. Thats the past and your damn sure I wasnt there to stop you because I was head of you every step of the way! So, Miz... It doesn't matter if you're more popular then me with these fans. It doesn't matter if you sell more t-shirts then I do. It doesn't even matter if you have all these idiots on your side... In case you haven't noticed, I haven't needed these people ever. Because I am the MAN with the upper hand. Because I am the man whose most dominant. Miz, I've got to hand it you, I'm a man who gives credit when it's due. You're a tough son of a bitch, so I heard. You'll give it your all against me, I trust that you will, but your ALL just isn't enough for 'The Game' to be over... You see, Miz... On Raw, I'm gonna put you through more pain and suffering than you could ever imagine. Because I'm sick and tired of having to listen to your ass bitch like a little girl, I'm sick and tired of you following me around. You're like a little thorn in my side. You're gonna suffer more pain, more suffering than you've ever had to face in your entire lifetime. You don't even know the meaning of PAIN unless you face me. The bullshit stops here, Miz. I'm putting an end to YOU once and for all You're finished. Even if you ever started to begin with because in my book your A mistake! A damn fluke! and dont deserve to step foot in the same ring as me for all I care!, there's gonna be broken bones, there's gonna be blood... and it isnt gonna be mine, Miz... I'm gonna be wearing your ass for two weeks on the bottom of my boots, This time, Im not gonna go so easy... I'm gonna beat you until there isn't a breath in your body. You pushed me, You've pissed me off by putting my name in your mouth! Now I'm gonna go sadistic on your ass... Because I am CONTROL... Because I am PAIN... Because I am 'The Game' And I Am... THAT DAMN GOOD!!!
~ The scene pans back up to ringside where they show Triple H pointing at a fan with a look of anger across his face as his Motor Head's theme continues to play... Stephanie smiles and claps as she walks around the ring and The scene than fades to commercial. ~
(OOC: This is the last RP I did. I know it's not for John Morrison but I couldn't find any good ones for him.)
