Post by stephaniemcmahon on Jun 2, 2011 12:34:40 GMT -5
GZWA Wrestler
Wrestler Name: Carlito Caribbean Cool
Hometown: The Caribbean
Height: 5 Feet, 10 inches (1.78 Meters)
Weight: 230 Pounds (100 Kilograms)
Finishers: Backcracker (Double knee backbreaker), Outward rolling cutter, The Overdrive (Leg hook swinging neckbreaker) and Superkick
Signature Moves: Figure four leglock, Backflip off the top rope over a standing opponent, sometimes while spring boarding, Dropkick, Flowing DDT, Hurricanrana, Japanese arm drag, Running knee lift to the side of a kneeling opponent's head followed by a running clothesline, Swinging neck breaker, Springboard into either a back elbow smash or a moonsault & Spinebuster
Short Description of Wrestler: Pioneering, prestigious, and chock full of perseverance . . . Carlito Colon, is the embodiment of: Cool. -- In this man, lies the remedy. The anarchist to big business, you‘ve been awaiting with baited breath. For, the one of cool . . . Takes the gruff, flaunting his stuff toward all . . . Of international conglomerate mediations, around the world‘s foremost top-tier infrastructures and political climates. -- Because he‘s just that cool.
You understand? Comprende? Well, now you‘re learning . . . At just the right progressive rate. And Carlito has just the Rosetta Stone, educational package for you. Because you need it. -- Lacking the cajones. And the firmness of posture. As, its so clearly written, across your face. Carlito Cool, knows this. He knows how un-cool, you tool-fools are. -- “Always trying to climb uphill, riding on some little girl’s tricycle.” Never making it far, from the little bit of mileage you’ve initially started from. -- And that’s very . . . Very, un-cool.
But, lemme tell ya. Struggle with your un-cool self-doubt, no more. -- As, Carlito Caribbean Cool is here. Legendary son, to Carlos Colon. So you best respect, when you show your grimy mug to Carlito’s finely chiseled one. Because Carlito needn’t do the same, for you. -- As, Carlito deserves all, that you give him. And give him, you will. Because, not only would it be unwise to do other than . . . But, it’d be very . . . Very un-cool, for you. -- And you just might end up back-cracked, eating spit and apple.
However, on the bright side . . . That would be cool. For Carlito, to do to you. -- While, the Tropic Taste of Caribbean Cool, takes a big ‘ole bite out of the GZWA apple. Leaving, nothing for anybody else. But the, itty-bitty core. -- And that my friends . . . Is way, cool.
Introduction Roleplay: <Beginning>
LOCATION: The Everyman’s Bodega -- The one-stop, quick shopping commuter retreat, for all things on the ready . . . To go. Packaged heartily, for those in need of something easy, to make their day. Amid life’s hustle and bustle.
CCC: Cool Shot Of Wisdom # 1 -- Watch, and learn . . . Cool.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
(addressing those watching) You. Psst. Friend, in desperate need. Come here, to me. (waving finger digits, on his left hand)
ACTION: The frame zooms closer, to C (x3).
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Lemme tell ya, pal. The first thing, you ought to learn, is how to properly put one foot, right in front of the other. And . . . (again the southpaw signals with finger digits) Be quick about it, will yah already!
ACTION: The, Impresario Of Cool, takes to one of his more formal brands of “liberation,” from an unjust bureaucracy, steadfastly pigeon holding down its surrounding community at large.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
One-two combination, fellas. Got me? Grip your hands around it, then tuck swiftly into the folds of your pockets. (turning over his shoulder, to personally address his audience) If you’re at your game’s best about it, it’ll all be like magic.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Easy-breezy, sleight-of-hand. With no one knowing the wiser, of what was once there. And remember, most important . . . After you swipe, carefully maneuver another of what you just took, to the front of the shelf margin.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
That buys you more time, to look at other things. All the while, you have coverage of not having your loot, contra banded back from you. From some snoopy store clerk, that may just happen to see sumthin’ they’d be better off, not seein’. Understand me?
ACTION: With keen eyes, darting from product labels to scanning the whereabouts of all movement, both outgoing and incoming, Mr. Cool continues his shopping. And daily regimen of . . . “No pain, Everything gained.” Plus, to boot . . . Carlito Colon’s also kind enough to put away, all that he takes up, after his weight lifting repetitions . . . All to his very own personal expense. Footing the brunt, of all that handling and processing. And that . . . Is a true marker, of being cool. Carly Colon, cool.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
As your momma and poppa would have told any of their young babies, “The Early Bird, Gets The Worm.” Or in this case, the prized merchandise. And that’s just the right, way of thinking . . . When it comes to taking what’s rightfully yours. As, from when you first see sight of it . . . And call “dibs.” It’s yours for the taking.
ACTION: With a debonair aura about him, Carlito smiles, bright.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
That‘s the digging tool essential, that’s going to provide for you, like no other.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
“See Something. Want The Feel Of It. -- Take Hold. Have It As Yours. And Enjoy.” That’s how you work hard, earning every bit of fruit from your labors.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
The genuine article of an honest day’s wage, for all the rage of trying to keep up, with the demands of this ever hectic world. We live in.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
(waving a hand) Now, I know . . . And I’ll be the first to tell you, I have no formal degree in philosophy or nothing. But, what I do have . . . Is innate. Steely and soul-tested. Gifted with, from birth.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
That something, called “Caribbean Cool” is that, which is unattainable to the general public, on any continent of this green earth . . . To the planetary star systems above and beyond. And that, is what you see all about . . . When you look upon, me.
ACTION: Showcasing self, for all his inner and outer glory’s worth.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Carlito Caribbean Cool. (smiling) Personal Purveyor Of Cool. Making my way about, to soon joining to partake, of all that the GZWA has for Carlito to fleece.
ACTION: Uh-Oh. The boastful bravado of cool, just got some unwanted store keeper attention, now looking to interrogate.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Eh, hey now. Everything’s okay. You see, I’ve got my items completely handled. And all store ready, to just take out. And carry. No need, for excess plastic bags, going to waste. As I‘m eco-friendly cool, like that.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
(promptly peppered, with unflattering dialogue) About the payment, you want?
ACTION: How dare!? For, Carlito . . . Just to be put on the spot, like that. Very rude. And very un-cool.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Alright, alright. You press for it, and I‘ll be . . . (having tossed an apple up high, catching it in palm, Carlito takes a bite -- having the store keeper transfixed to his every visual gesture) Happy to give.
ACTION: Chewing, with the smuggest of smirks. Carlito then unloads his mouthful, blasting the store keeper.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
And you‘re free to keep the rest of this change, as tip. For good service.
ACTION: Carlito Caribbean Cool pelts the remaining apple at the target of his fury, then promptly rushes in. Pushing. Leaving the store keeper, too stunned and unable to quickly respond back, sent hurtling backwards . . . Colliding down to the thinly linoleum tiled-floor. In a crashing, thud.
( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Now that‘s the sort of cool, you couldn‘t buy with a billion dollars.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Right there. (taking a look over his shoulder, addressing the audience, watching him) You’ve . . . Watched, and learned . . . Cool. From, Carlito.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Which I’ll so generously, dole out over the course of visiting, the Ground Zero Wrestling Association. As, I make my stay there. With consistent and relevant . . . Cool Shots Of Wisdom, to those that need it best.
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( . . . Caribbean Cool . . . ) ( . . . Carlito Colon . . . )
Which, I already know of me giving to you all . . . Is cool.
<End>
