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Post by Trixx [Homicide] on Jul 19, 2009 10:32:46 GMT -5
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• EVOLVED: THE REBIRTH APPLICATION •
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• SUPERSTAR | APPEARENCE •
See signature
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• BASIC INFORMATION •
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• superstar's name •
Nelson Erazo - Homicide
• superstar's nicknames •
The Latin Terror - Homicide
• superstar's height •
5 Ft 10
• superstar's weight •
205 Llbs
• superstar's hometown •
Brooklyn, New York
• superstar's alignment (heel/tweener/face) •
Tweener
• superstar's gimmick •
"Thug"
• superstar's entrance theme •
Current LAX theme (for now)
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• IN RING INFORMATION •
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• superstar's wrestling style •
Brawler
High Flyer
• superstar's favorite weapon •
Chair
• superstar's finisher move •
187
Gringo Killer
• superstar's other moves •
Multiple Suplex variations
Neckbreaker
Piledriver
Shining Wizard
Somersault Plancha
Running Lariat
STF
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• SAMPLE ROLEPLAY •
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• superstar's type (main eventer, mid carder, etc.) •
Mid carder/Main eventer
• sample roleplay •
WARNING - THIS RP CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE - NOTE THIS RP HAS BEEN BASED ON SOME FACTS SO PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS LIGHT HEARTEDLY - ALSO IT IS IMPORTANT YOU UNDERSTAND TARIQ IS TRIXX. Enjoy...
The camera fades out to a street, rugged houses on each side followed the street down the long road. A man’s outline is seen as the camera says to the side whilst homing in on the figure. As the camera moves ever closer to the figure details begin to emerge. He was a relatively tall man, with a muscular physique. This could be seen by his broad shoulders with arms just bigger than the size of the average mans head. The camera moved even closer and his clothes could be picked out in some detail. He wore black suede boots which had “Remember The Name” threaded in on the out side of both shoes in a white thread. The camera moved up the man’s leg and black stonewashed jeans could be picked out. The camera moved up again showing a diamond encrusted belt, the light reflected off of the diamonds making them glisten in the sun’s light. Again the camera moved up, huge forearms were seen s the camera moved up towards the man’s shoulders A tattoo could be seen over the right shoulder and some trailing down his right forearm. It was a tribal design which was cut off at the neck as a tank top covered the smaller regions of the tattoo. As the camera focused upon the figures head, it was blurred, the camera began to sharpen and the face could be made out to be Trixx’s. His eyes were lost, looking down the street. His mind was over-run with thoughts, thoughts about his past life, his current life and furthermore his future life. Trixx took a step forward, the camera looked up towards the left at a sign which read “Welcome to Oxford” which was partly covered by badly done graffiti in black.
Trixx was in his hometown, and memories of how his life used to be ran wild in his mind, flashing in and out. He took a few steps and looked to his left where a burnt down house was. The walls were a charcoal black and the windows were shattered and cracked. Trixx looked down to the bottom corner of the house where there was a dark alley way. His mind flashed white and his vision now appeared misty as what was once an empty alleyway was now filled with the figures of a tall black man, and a child around the age of six or seven. The camera flashed out and it was now looking up at the tall black man as if from the small child’s perspective. The tall man looked down towards the child and spoke. “What you doing here pri*k” the ma shouted at the boy whilst pulling out a syringe form his back pocket. The little boy looked up at the man and whimpered out “Mummy’s slicing her wrists daddy, help mummy her wrists are bleeding!” The man spat out onto the ground where the child was. “Tell the bit*h to fu*k off” and with that the man placed the needle of the syringe into his arm and pushed down, injecting the substance which then paced throughout his body. The child ran out of the alley and into the house. Trixx’s mind flashed white and his vision was restored to its normal self, the alley was dark once again and the house was burnt again. A tear ran down Trixx’s face as he took a step towards the house, then followed it by another one, after a few moments he found himself where a door should’ve been but wasn’t. He took a step inside the burnt house, his feet were barely visible in the darkness.
Trixx’s hands and legs went numb as he took a step inside the building. As if he was being choked. His mind froze as it flashed white and his vision went misty again. As his mind flashed white and he was back, the room appeared somewhat lighter than before but still dark. There was a woman in the corner, and three little children around her. The camera pushed past teh children to zoom in on the woman, She had a knife in her hand in a tight vice like grip, The oldest of the boys who was seen earlier stepped forward worriedly and grabbed the woman’s hand, “MUMMY NO PLEASE DONT!” screamed the child “MUMY PLEASE STOP IT” again the child cried out but with one sway of her arm the child was sent back as her hand collided with the side of his cheek leaving a crimson hand print across it. Moment later she raised her hand and gave a subtle swoosh down across her wrist, blood sprayed out onto the children’s clothes as two of them stood bewildered, the oldest of the three grabbed his little brother and sister and took them upstairs into the bathroom. He picked up his younger sister and placed her into the bath, followed by his little brother who was a tad taller than the youngest sibling. He reached over to grab the shower head and water rushed out, washing away the red liquid which had been spattered across their faces. The youngest sibling looked up at the oldest one and spoke gently as you’d expect from a young child. “Tariq, what’s wrong?” The camera turned back around and looked to the oldest child, tears were rolling down his face as he looked to his two siblings. “Nothing, just allergies” He replied softly, the two siblings smiled a cheesy big grin. Tariq couldn’t help but smile back at his younger brother and sister. Mere seconds later Trixx’s mind flashed again and he gasped. A cold sweat ran down his forehead and mixed with his tears. He wiped it away and turned back around towards the door, he moved subtly and walked out of the house, as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
Trixx is seen walking out of the burnt house, he turns around to take a final look at the building, another tear falls down his face. He closed his eyes and stood in solitude. Memories passing through his head, torturing his mind, he tried to remember any good memories of his old house. His mind rushing through the past memories trying to recollect any good memories, then he stopped. His mind flashed white once more, but this time his vision wasn’t misty or blurry, it was clear as day. The three children are seen with their mother around a swing, the two younger children in the swings, whilst Tariq and his mother were behind them, gently pushing the young children. They giggled out loudly, and Tariq and his mother smiled back at them, the whole area was filled with laughter and happiness their faces glowing in the sun’s light gleaming with the joy they held within their hearts. Trixx’s image he was seeing flashed white and it was replaced with the now burnt house. He looked to his right down the long street where he had grown up to see it nearly empty, except for the few junkies that were grouped in a corner behind an abandoned building. The smile Trixx had after his memory was instantly wiped off as rage filled inside of him as he stood glaring at the group of junkies. Without a second thought Trixx began to march towards the group of junkies. He held out an arm and tensed it hard as a rock, as he approached the closest junkie he pulled his arm back and slammed it forward sending the junkie flying up into the air and crashing his skull into the wall. The other junkies looked back around to see Trixx’s tall muscular body and huddled together as if preparing an attack. But Trixx see’s this and jumps up whilst springing forwards. He extended out his arms and connects on all the remaining junkies crashing them down to the ground. Trixx rises to his feet quickly and grabs one junkie’s foot and starts to swing it around, the junkies head slams into the wall crushing his skull.
After a few seconds Trixx moved on to the next one grabbing his skull with a vice like grip, he picked his head up and slammed it off of his knee with incredible force, crushing his nose inwards, but without letting go Trixx brings his head to his shoulder and slams it into the wall, cracking his skull as blood begins to ooze out from the new cut in the junkies flesh covering his forehead. The two remaining junkies ran out at Trixx from behind, one of them jumped onto his back and began to choke Trixx, the other grabbed a knife from his pocket and stood in front of Trixx about to strike him, but Trixx see’s this and quickly pulls the junkie of his back and tosses him into the one with a knife in his hand, he hits him hard as their heads have a meeting of the minds, both crashing into each other, the knife was impaled into the junkie which Trixx had thrown onto the one holding the knife. Blood poured out from his stomach onto his fellow junkie. The crimson liquid began to flood the area as Trixx stood high and mighty above the junkies below him. With a final boot to the face of the remaining conscious junkie Trixx turned and walked away. He walked up the path he had come from, and got into his car. He drove off into the distance leaving the “Welcome To Oxford” sign behind.
Trixx arrived at the docks, on his way back to DXX’s next scheduled place for the show. He parked his car as instructed and began to make his way onto the upper deck where the cafeteria was. As he arrived at the upper deck, Trixx pushed the doors open, the smell of the cafeteria gushed into his nostrils. He could smell the rich strong coffee that was being made in the corner. He could smell the different types of pasta being served in the next corner followed by the wide variety of the salad in the little section made for it almost like a all you can eat buffet bar. Trixx walked over to the dinner cue which was shown by some railings creating a path following the cafeteria around. He stood at the back waiting in line. As he moved up Trixx grabbed a tray from the side and awaited his turn to be served. After a few moments Trixx arrived at the first section, It was the pasta section, He grabbed plate of tomato and basil pasta and plopped it onto his tray. He continued to follow the cue around the cafeteria, until finally he reached the end. Trixx walked over to a table in a secluded corner. He took a seat and placed his tray onto the table. He had got Pasta, two jacket potatoes, 3 chicken breasts and some rice and to top it all off some freshly squeezed orange juice. After a an hour or so Trixx finished eating and got out of his seat, his stomach now filled with protein and other nutritious things to get read y for his intense training session when he reached the DXX building.
The ferry arrived at the docks. Trixx woke up from where he was lying down, and began to walk to where his car was parked. He jogged down the steps and opened the door to enter the car park area of the ferry. The door gave a loud whoosh sound and slid open. Trixx entered his car and waited for the green light to come up before he moved. After a few minutes the sirens of the ferry rang and the ferry began to open up as light flooded in. The green light lit up and Trixx began to move out of the ferry and not much later was on dry land. He began to drive to his next destination, the DXX building.
Hours went by before Trixx finally reached the DXX building, once there Trixx took a good long well deserved sleep. He woke up the next morning focused and determined, he had bigger things on his mind now. He had to get ready for his upcoming match, and it wasn’t going to be an easy win my any means. He took a shower and came out ready for action. Now was when the intensity would start. Trixx walked over to the corner of his locker room where various gym equipment was laid out neatly. He thought he would get warmed up first so took a step on the treadmill, he pushed the button and starting jogging, his heart began to pump blood to his legs, after a few moments Trixx turned the speed up making him begin to start a graceful run, his legs evenly placed every single stride he took, again he turned the speed higher and Trixx really started to run, his graceful run was now a rapid dash. Sweat began to fall from his head as he made the treadmill slower again, and then eventually turned it off. He panted slightly and turned to his bench. He took a step over and sat down laying back down, He gripped the bar tightly and hoisted it up, lifting it up and down, his arms beginning to fill with blood and oxygen. Trixx continued to lift the weights up and down, his veins were thick form the blood pumping through this body now. He slowly placed the bar back across the bench. His light pant was now a hard pant as his energy was starting to deplete. But still he continued to train. Hours flew by as Trixx was still hard at it. He turned over and sat down bending over to pick up two dumbbells, He started lifting hem both simultaneously until he could bare no more, the weights gave a loud thud as they were dropped down with a loud grunt.
Trixx panted furiously as the sweat poured from his body in various parts. He got up and gave a loud sigh as he was due in the ring to make an announcement about his match coming up not so far away. He wiped himself down with the towel and began to walk out his locker room, he grabbed the handle and pulled back and started to make his way up to the DXX ring.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Trixx's music hits and the lights go out as the arena goes pitch black then flashes with the colours of red and gold, as Trixx is seen appearing at the top of the ramp the fans go wild. He holds his head down in his hood till the music kicks in then flips his hood back and extends his arms out as golden sparks shower from above and the sides around him, as they begin to stop he starts walking left and right raising the submission championship title from ETR then down the ramp as pyros blow off either side of him after every step, touching the hands of the fans either side of him with his arms extended out. Trixx undoes his jacket, grabs a mic from an official, slides into the ring, climbs upon the turnbuckle raising his fist, as the crowd begin to chant ''Trixx'', the music begins to fade away. He jumps down and awaits for the crowd to settle down as they still stand in uproar chanting ''Trixx''. Trixx stands proudly in the middle of the ring as the fans still chant his name.
+]l Trixx ll Remember The Name l[+
“Bad boy Ryan cambell... Who is this player, he trippin' he aint in the same league as me, because i AM simply phenomenal, i AM the greates of all time, I AM THE POEPLES CHAMPION and I will win over ou, you think you can bet me ? think again, becasue there aint no way i gonan loose to you. You think shad moss from the Hood Generals is training me ? well take a reality check, ebcasue I dont need no training, I can do fine by myself!
Anyways, lets get down to buisness, We have a match tomorrow night! A match that wil ldetermine our paths in the future. Well let me tel lou this, those titles were working our butts off for are going to be mine! and aint no one, or no thing! gonan stop me.
You see last week, we lost the match because my so caleld PARTNER went AWOL, While I was in there getting cheated by the twins he was outside letting his ego take over. But fear not, becasue thats all in the past. And I'm a man of the future, And in the future I have seen, that I will be the champion at the end of this. Your just a hurdle in my path, that I can easily jump over.
But know this, when were out in that ring tomorrow night. You will be destroyed, I will break every bone in your body, til lyou scream for me to stop, till you beg for me to stop! Till your blood drips from your eyes, your nose, your mouth and your hands. This is a promise I make to you.
So when we meet in that ring.. Ill give you a reason to.. Remember.. The.. Name.."
The camera fades out whilst Trixx stands on the turnbuckle with the fans standing at the edge of their seats shouting and chanting Trixx’s name like it was the national anthem
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• OOC INFORMATION •
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• name •
Furhaad - Just call me Bob or Fad
• age •
16
• location •
United Kingdom
• time effeding (answer honestly, we'll know if you're lying) •
Honestly no clue, on and off for a year :S ?
• graphics maker?•
Indeed
• how did you find evolved? •
Previously a member [/FONT]
• EVOLVED: THE REBIRTH APPLICATION •
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• SUPERSTAR | APPEARENCE •
See signature
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• BASIC INFORMATION •
-----------------------------------------
• superstar's name •
Nelson Erazo - Homicide
• superstar's nicknames •
The Latin Terror - Homicide
• superstar's height •
5 Ft 10
• superstar's weight •
205 Llbs
• superstar's hometown •
Brooklyn, New York
• superstar's alignment (heel/tweener/face) •
Tweener
• superstar's gimmick •
"Thug"
• superstar's entrance theme •
Current LAX theme (for now)
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• IN RING INFORMATION •
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• superstar's wrestling style •
Brawler
High Flyer
• superstar's favorite weapon •
Chair
• superstar's finisher move •
187
Gringo Killer
• superstar's other moves •
Multiple Suplex variations
Neckbreaker
Piledriver
Shining Wizard
Somersault Plancha
Running Lariat
STF
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• SAMPLE ROLEPLAY •
-----------------------------------------
• superstar's type (main eventer, mid carder, etc.) •
Mid carder/Main eventer
• sample roleplay •
WARNING - THIS RP CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE - NOTE THIS RP HAS BEEN BASED ON SOME FACTS SO PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS LIGHT HEARTEDLY - ALSO IT IS IMPORTANT YOU UNDERSTAND TARIQ IS TRIXX. Enjoy...
The camera fades out to a street, rugged houses on each side followed the street down the long road. A man’s outline is seen as the camera says to the side whilst homing in on the figure. As the camera moves ever closer to the figure details begin to emerge. He was a relatively tall man, with a muscular physique. This could be seen by his broad shoulders with arms just bigger than the size of the average mans head. The camera moved even closer and his clothes could be picked out in some detail. He wore black suede boots which had “Remember The Name” threaded in on the out side of both shoes in a white thread. The camera moved up the man’s leg and black stonewashed jeans could be picked out. The camera moved up again showing a diamond encrusted belt, the light reflected off of the diamonds making them glisten in the sun’s light. Again the camera moved up, huge forearms were seen s the camera moved up towards the man’s shoulders A tattoo could be seen over the right shoulder and some trailing down his right forearm. It was a tribal design which was cut off at the neck as a tank top covered the smaller regions of the tattoo. As the camera focused upon the figures head, it was blurred, the camera began to sharpen and the face could be made out to be Trixx’s. His eyes were lost, looking down the street. His mind was over-run with thoughts, thoughts about his past life, his current life and furthermore his future life. Trixx took a step forward, the camera looked up towards the left at a sign which read “Welcome to Oxford” which was partly covered by badly done graffiti in black.
Trixx was in his hometown, and memories of how his life used to be ran wild in his mind, flashing in and out. He took a few steps and looked to his left where a burnt down house was. The walls were a charcoal black and the windows were shattered and cracked. Trixx looked down to the bottom corner of the house where there was a dark alley way. His mind flashed white and his vision now appeared misty as what was once an empty alleyway was now filled with the figures of a tall black man, and a child around the age of six or seven. The camera flashed out and it was now looking up at the tall black man as if from the small child’s perspective. The tall man looked down towards the child and spoke. “What you doing here pri*k” the ma shouted at the boy whilst pulling out a syringe form his back pocket. The little boy looked up at the man and whimpered out “Mummy’s slicing her wrists daddy, help mummy her wrists are bleeding!” The man spat out onto the ground where the child was. “Tell the bit*h to fu*k off” and with that the man placed the needle of the syringe into his arm and pushed down, injecting the substance which then paced throughout his body. The child ran out of the alley and into the house. Trixx’s mind flashed white and his vision was restored to its normal self, the alley was dark once again and the house was burnt again. A tear ran down Trixx’s face as he took a step towards the house, then followed it by another one, after a few moments he found himself where a door should’ve been but wasn’t. He took a step inside the burnt house, his feet were barely visible in the darkness.
Trixx’s hands and legs went numb as he took a step inside the building. As if he was being choked. His mind froze as it flashed white and his vision went misty again. As his mind flashed white and he was back, the room appeared somewhat lighter than before but still dark. There was a woman in the corner, and three little children around her. The camera pushed past teh children to zoom in on the woman, She had a knife in her hand in a tight vice like grip, The oldest of the boys who was seen earlier stepped forward worriedly and grabbed the woman’s hand, “MUMMY NO PLEASE DONT!” screamed the child “MUMY PLEASE STOP IT” again the child cried out but with one sway of her arm the child was sent back as her hand collided with the side of his cheek leaving a crimson hand print across it. Moment later she raised her hand and gave a subtle swoosh down across her wrist, blood sprayed out onto the children’s clothes as two of them stood bewildered, the oldest of the three grabbed his little brother and sister and took them upstairs into the bathroom. He picked up his younger sister and placed her into the bath, followed by his little brother who was a tad taller than the youngest sibling. He reached over to grab the shower head and water rushed out, washing away the red liquid which had been spattered across their faces. The youngest sibling looked up at the oldest one and spoke gently as you’d expect from a young child. “Tariq, what’s wrong?” The camera turned back around and looked to the oldest child, tears were rolling down his face as he looked to his two siblings. “Nothing, just allergies” He replied softly, the two siblings smiled a cheesy big grin. Tariq couldn’t help but smile back at his younger brother and sister. Mere seconds later Trixx’s mind flashed again and he gasped. A cold sweat ran down his forehead and mixed with his tears. He wiped it away and turned back around towards the door, he moved subtly and walked out of the house, as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
Trixx is seen walking out of the burnt house, he turns around to take a final look at the building, another tear falls down his face. He closed his eyes and stood in solitude. Memories passing through his head, torturing his mind, he tried to remember any good memories of his old house. His mind rushing through the past memories trying to recollect any good memories, then he stopped. His mind flashed white once more, but this time his vision wasn’t misty or blurry, it was clear as day. The three children are seen with their mother around a swing, the two younger children in the swings, whilst Tariq and his mother were behind them, gently pushing the young children. They giggled out loudly, and Tariq and his mother smiled back at them, the whole area was filled with laughter and happiness their faces glowing in the sun’s light gleaming with the joy they held within their hearts. Trixx’s image he was seeing flashed white and it was replaced with the now burnt house. He looked to his right down the long street where he had grown up to see it nearly empty, except for the few junkies that were grouped in a corner behind an abandoned building. The smile Trixx had after his memory was instantly wiped off as rage filled inside of him as he stood glaring at the group of junkies. Without a second thought Trixx began to march towards the group of junkies. He held out an arm and tensed it hard as a rock, as he approached the closest junkie he pulled his arm back and slammed it forward sending the junkie flying up into the air and crashing his skull into the wall. The other junkies looked back around to see Trixx’s tall muscular body and huddled together as if preparing an attack. But Trixx see’s this and jumps up whilst springing forwards. He extended out his arms and connects on all the remaining junkies crashing them down to the ground. Trixx rises to his feet quickly and grabs one junkie’s foot and starts to swing it around, the junkies head slams into the wall crushing his skull.
After a few seconds Trixx moved on to the next one grabbing his skull with a vice like grip, he picked his head up and slammed it off of his knee with incredible force, crushing his nose inwards, but without letting go Trixx brings his head to his shoulder and slams it into the wall, cracking his skull as blood begins to ooze out from the new cut in the junkies flesh covering his forehead. The two remaining junkies ran out at Trixx from behind, one of them jumped onto his back and began to choke Trixx, the other grabbed a knife from his pocket and stood in front of Trixx about to strike him, but Trixx see’s this and quickly pulls the junkie of his back and tosses him into the one with a knife in his hand, he hits him hard as their heads have a meeting of the minds, both crashing into each other, the knife was impaled into the junkie which Trixx had thrown onto the one holding the knife. Blood poured out from his stomach onto his fellow junkie. The crimson liquid began to flood the area as Trixx stood high and mighty above the junkies below him. With a final boot to the face of the remaining conscious junkie Trixx turned and walked away. He walked up the path he had come from, and got into his car. He drove off into the distance leaving the “Welcome To Oxford” sign behind.
Trixx arrived at the docks, on his way back to DXX’s next scheduled place for the show. He parked his car as instructed and began to make his way onto the upper deck where the cafeteria was. As he arrived at the upper deck, Trixx pushed the doors open, the smell of the cafeteria gushed into his nostrils. He could smell the rich strong coffee that was being made in the corner. He could smell the different types of pasta being served in the next corner followed by the wide variety of the salad in the little section made for it almost like a all you can eat buffet bar. Trixx walked over to the dinner cue which was shown by some railings creating a path following the cafeteria around. He stood at the back waiting in line. As he moved up Trixx grabbed a tray from the side and awaited his turn to be served. After a few moments Trixx arrived at the first section, It was the pasta section, He grabbed plate of tomato and basil pasta and plopped it onto his tray. He continued to follow the cue around the cafeteria, until finally he reached the end. Trixx walked over to a table in a secluded corner. He took a seat and placed his tray onto the table. He had got Pasta, two jacket potatoes, 3 chicken breasts and some rice and to top it all off some freshly squeezed orange juice. After a an hour or so Trixx finished eating and got out of his seat, his stomach now filled with protein and other nutritious things to get read y for his intense training session when he reached the DXX building.
The ferry arrived at the docks. Trixx woke up from where he was lying down, and began to walk to where his car was parked. He jogged down the steps and opened the door to enter the car park area of the ferry. The door gave a loud whoosh sound and slid open. Trixx entered his car and waited for the green light to come up before he moved. After a few minutes the sirens of the ferry rang and the ferry began to open up as light flooded in. The green light lit up and Trixx began to move out of the ferry and not much later was on dry land. He began to drive to his next destination, the DXX building.
Hours went by before Trixx finally reached the DXX building, once there Trixx took a good long well deserved sleep. He woke up the next morning focused and determined, he had bigger things on his mind now. He had to get ready for his upcoming match, and it wasn’t going to be an easy win my any means. He took a shower and came out ready for action. Now was when the intensity would start. Trixx walked over to the corner of his locker room where various gym equipment was laid out neatly. He thought he would get warmed up first so took a step on the treadmill, he pushed the button and starting jogging, his heart began to pump blood to his legs, after a few moments Trixx turned the speed up making him begin to start a graceful run, his legs evenly placed every single stride he took, again he turned the speed higher and Trixx really started to run, his graceful run was now a rapid dash. Sweat began to fall from his head as he made the treadmill slower again, and then eventually turned it off. He panted slightly and turned to his bench. He took a step over and sat down laying back down, He gripped the bar tightly and hoisted it up, lifting it up and down, his arms beginning to fill with blood and oxygen. Trixx continued to lift the weights up and down, his veins were thick form the blood pumping through this body now. He slowly placed the bar back across the bench. His light pant was now a hard pant as his energy was starting to deplete. But still he continued to train. Hours flew by as Trixx was still hard at it. He turned over and sat down bending over to pick up two dumbbells, He started lifting hem both simultaneously until he could bare no more, the weights gave a loud thud as they were dropped down with a loud grunt.
Trixx panted furiously as the sweat poured from his body in various parts. He got up and gave a loud sigh as he was due in the ring to make an announcement about his match coming up not so far away. He wiped himself down with the towel and began to walk out his locker room, he grabbed the handle and pulled back and started to make his way up to the DXX ring.
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure,
Fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Trixx's music hits and the lights go out as the arena goes pitch black then flashes with the colours of red and gold, as Trixx is seen appearing at the top of the ramp the fans go wild. He holds his head down in his hood till the music kicks in then flips his hood back and extends his arms out as golden sparks shower from above and the sides around him, as they begin to stop he starts walking left and right raising the submission championship title from ETR then down the ramp as pyros blow off either side of him after every step, touching the hands of the fans either side of him with his arms extended out. Trixx undoes his jacket, grabs a mic from an official, slides into the ring, climbs upon the turnbuckle raising his fist, as the crowd begin to chant ''Trixx'', the music begins to fade away. He jumps down and awaits for the crowd to settle down as they still stand in uproar chanting ''Trixx''. Trixx stands proudly in the middle of the ring as the fans still chant his name.
+]l
“Bad boy Ryan cambell... Who is this player, he trippin' he aint in the same league as me, because i AM simply phenomenal, i AM the greates of all time, I AM THE POEPLES CHAMPION and I will win over ou, you think you can bet me ? think again, becasue there aint no way i gonan loose to you. You think shad moss from the Hood Generals is training me ? well take a reality check, ebcasue I dont need no training, I can do fine by myself!
Anyways, lets get down to buisness, We have a match tomorrow night! A match that wil ldetermine our paths in the future. Well let me tel lou this, those titles were working our butts off for are going to be mine! and aint no one, or no thing! gonan stop me.
You see last week, we lost the match because my so caleld PARTNER went AWOL, While I was in there getting cheated by the twins he was outside letting his ego take over. But fear not, becasue thats all in the past. And I'm a man of the future, And in the future I have seen, that I will be the champion at the end of this. Your just a hurdle in my path, that I can easily jump over.
But know this, when were out in that ring tomorrow night. You will be destroyed, I will break every bone in your body, til lyou scream for me to stop, till you beg for me to stop! Till your blood drips from your eyes, your nose, your mouth and your hands. This is a promise I make to you.
So when we meet in that ring.. Ill give you a reason to.. Remember.. The.. Name.."
The camera fades out whilst Trixx stands on the turnbuckle with the fans standing at the edge of their seats shouting and chanting Trixx’s name like it was the national anthem
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• OOC INFORMATION •
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• name •
Furhaad - Just call me Bob or Fad
• age •
16
• location •
United Kingdom
• time effeding (answer honestly, we'll know if you're lying) •
Honestly no clue, on and off for a year :S ?
• graphics maker?•
Indeed
• how did you find evolved? •
Previously a member [/FONT]
, good to be back.