Post by dirk on Apr 26, 2011 22:17:09 GMT -5
GZWA Wrestler
Character Picbase:Zachary Quinto as "Sylar" from Heroes
Wrestler Name: "Dastardly" Dirk Dagger
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Height: 6'0
Weight:200
Finishers:Iron Claw Submission Hold - Nerve Pinch Submission Hold
Signature Moves: eye gouge, eye rake, back rake, closed fist punch, brass knuckled punch, low blow, kick to the groin, choke against the ropes, removes turnbuckle and smashes opponents face into the exposed steel, chair shot, whip into steel chairs outside
Short Description of Wrestler:He's a cheating asshole
Introduction Roleplay:
SCANTILY-CLAD PROSTITUTES! That is exactly what he needs, he thinks as he
reaches inside his back pocket and retrieves his wallet. He thumbs through a
thick set of twenties and walks across the street. Once across the street, the
camera man and the crew followed the on-site producer as he walks up to a group
of prostitutes leaning against a wall in the middle of downtown Los Angeles.
His hand is clenching onto the fistful of twenties as he approaches a very
voluptuous redheaded woman. He puts on his very best smile, which isn't saying
much, as he tries, in vain, to smooth his balding hair with a lick to his palm
and a faint brushing motion with it.
PRODUCER: Hello there ladies, I'm Paul and I'd like to see if I could hire you
girls for about an hour.
The red-headed woman stares at Paul up and down with a withering eye... a
slight, almost invisible look of scorn and disgust actually crosses this woman's
face.. but it vanishes in an instant as she furrows her brow at him.
RED-HEADED PROSTITUTE: $2000 for all four of us for the hour.
Paul just about has a stroke. In fact, you're pretty sure he does, because he's
clutching his left arm and all of the color has drained from his face.
PAUL: ARE YOU INSANE? I don't have that kind of money! I have $500 at the most.
Please! I'm supposed to be setting up an interview for this guy, but one of his
requirements for all interviews is that there are at least two prostitutes that
he can spend some time with after the interview.
A look of relief crosses over the prostitutes face as she nods over at Paul, the
nervous, profusely-sweating producer.
RED-HEADED PROSTITUTE: Oh okay. This is for someone else? Lemme see a picture of
this guy.
Paul nods quickly as he turns and one of the camera crew hands him a vanilla
envelope. Paul opens it up, takes a quick peek inside, and then pulls out an
8x10 photo of Dirk Dagger. He hands it over to the prostitute, who takes it with
her dark red painted nails.
She stares at it for a moment, and then hands it over to the rest of the women
in her little group. They all take turns staring at the photo. A slightly
attractive Asian woman hands the photo back and then the four women gather up
into an almost huddle-like fashion and can be heard murmuring and whispering to
one another. The African American woman shrugs her shoulders, while the
red-headed woman nods her head. The other remaining two simply tilt their heads
to the side. Finally, the red-headed woman turns and walks back over towards
Paul.
RED-HEADED PROSTITUTE: Okay, we'll do it for what you have.
PAUL: Thank you very much! You don't know how long I've been driving around
trying to find some real hookers! Here! Here!
Paul thrusts the money at the woman, grateful to have finally met the
requirements needed for the interview with this Dirk Dagger fellow. He now
points over at one of his production assistants and nods, the production
assistant now reaches inside his front pocket for his cell phone. The young man
dials a number and is soon heard speaking with someone... presumably Dirk Dagger
himself.
A few non-committal grunts and nods later.. the young man is seen writing
something down on his arm with a ball point pen. He nods and says something
affirmative and then uses his thumb, index and middle fingers to close the flip
on his cell phone. He now walks over to Paul and shows him his arm.
ASSISTANT: Here's the address he wants us to drive to. He said he wants the
whores there too.
Paul runs a hand through his balding hair and bites his bottom lip.
PAUL: He wants us to go THERE? I wouldn't go over there during the day, let
alone at night!
The assistant just shrugs his shoulders.
ASSISTANT: It's either there or not at all.... and you've already paid these
whores for the hour.
PAUL: Okay okay! I get your point. Let's go!
