Post by Dave Dangerously on May 28, 2008 17:55:18 GMT -6
Name: Fister McCarl
Hometown: Born in New York City, New York though he currently resides in New York City, New York
Height: 6'3
Weight: 240 Lbs...240 COOL pounds, mind you...
Age: 23
Appearance: Fister McCarl is a generally handsome fellow with little or no facial hair depending on the time of day. He has bright blond hair that is spiked up in every direction, making him look as cool as humanly possible. He usually wears a pair of black dress slacks along with an artsy T-shirt complete with his grey jacket. He's rarely seen with his dark-black sunglasses to finish the look.
Wrestling Style: Fister ain't exactly the most skilled wrestler on the bracket. He's been raised on WCW/ECW ethics which have shaped so many of the current wrestlers of nowadays. He's mostly a brawler and isn't afraid to blast a guy with a chair here and there but, however, he does he makes sure to look cool while doing it. He has the skills but will make sure to embarrass an opponent before he put them away.
Manager: He has a girlfriend who he calls "Stupid Bitch" from time to time but the girlfriend turnover rate tends to be so high that there's never a single person who accompanies the great Fister to the ring... it happens that he often doesn't have a manager. Besides...it's not like ICW cares about managers anyway, eh?
Theme Music: "Good Thing" by Fine Young Cannibals...Fister dances out to this song and tries to play up to the crowd who generally doesn't like him. He doesn't care as he trots to the ring, while looking as cool as humanly possible...
Alignment: Heel. Fister thinks that he's better than everyone else. I mean...who's cooler than Fister McCarl? NO ONE!!! That's who!! He's way better than any other wrestler out there and he's out to prove it!!
Physical Description: Fister McCarl is the coolest dude on the planet...HANDS DOWN. He wears the best pants...he has the best shirts...and his shades are second to none on the Style-O-Meter. Fister McCarl is, without a doubt, the coolest guy on the planet. Basically, Fister comes to the ring in a pair of green tights with the words "Fister" printed down the side of his slacks just for pure emphasis complete with a t-shirt with some sort of corporate logo on it to the ring. He's always in style and he always knows what pleases the crowd even if they hate him for his phenomenal fashion sense. He always wears his shades down to the ring and doesn't remove them even once the match has started. Damn he's fuckin cool, eh?
Illegal Weapon Of Choice: A good ole steel chair. There's nothing cooler then pasting someone with a frickin chair to the face in the middle of a match. The crowd loves it...the bookers love it...what's the problem, eh?
History: Fister McCarl is the coolest dude on the face of the earth. That's all you really need to know. Every single move...from the raising of a single eyebrow to the movement of his big toe as he walks down the street is done with complete and utter cool style!! Fister is a cool dude, simply said. He's WAY cooler that anyone you've ever met. He's smooth with the ladies, he's awesome enough to hold his liquor, and he's great enough to offer the ride to the bus stop for his drunken friends and all in time to get back and slap the ass of the girl who was hitting on him all night. NO ONE is cooler than Fister McCarl. He believes that ALL other wrestlers are below him and don't even deserve to be WATCHING him in the ring, let alone wrestling him. Fister is the man, simple said.
Finishers:
Hella Cool: Fister waits for his opponent to get up then GORES them into the corner with a big spear. It's HELLA-Cool!
The Fister Effect: Fister hooks his opponent and kicks up his legs driving their head to the mat with a vicious DDT. Best done with a chair underneath his opponent, of course. Fister will, of course, celebrate after this masterpiece of a move.
Unconsciously Cool: Fister holds his opponent in the DDT position before lifting them up onto his shoulder with their face up to the sky then flips them back down, slamming their face onto the mat for the big knock-out. Kanyon used to do this move and man, this move is fuckin cool.
Hometown: Born in New York City, New York though he currently resides in New York City, New York
Height: 6'3
Weight: 240 Lbs...240 COOL pounds, mind you...
Age: 23
Appearance: Fister McCarl is a generally handsome fellow with little or no facial hair depending on the time of day. He has bright blond hair that is spiked up in every direction, making him look as cool as humanly possible. He usually wears a pair of black dress slacks along with an artsy T-shirt complete with his grey jacket. He's rarely seen with his dark-black sunglasses to finish the look.
Wrestling Style: Fister ain't exactly the most skilled wrestler on the bracket. He's been raised on WCW/ECW ethics which have shaped so many of the current wrestlers of nowadays. He's mostly a brawler and isn't afraid to blast a guy with a chair here and there but, however, he does he makes sure to look cool while doing it. He has the skills but will make sure to embarrass an opponent before he put them away.
Manager: He has a girlfriend who he calls "Stupid Bitch" from time to time but the girlfriend turnover rate tends to be so high that there's never a single person who accompanies the great Fister to the ring... it happens that he often doesn't have a manager. Besides...it's not like ICW cares about managers anyway, eh?
Theme Music: "Good Thing" by Fine Young Cannibals...Fister dances out to this song and tries to play up to the crowd who generally doesn't like him. He doesn't care as he trots to the ring, while looking as cool as humanly possible...
Alignment: Heel. Fister thinks that he's better than everyone else. I mean...who's cooler than Fister McCarl? NO ONE!!! That's who!! He's way better than any other wrestler out there and he's out to prove it!!
Physical Description: Fister McCarl is the coolest dude on the planet...HANDS DOWN. He wears the best pants...he has the best shirts...and his shades are second to none on the Style-O-Meter. Fister McCarl is, without a doubt, the coolest guy on the planet. Basically, Fister comes to the ring in a pair of green tights with the words "Fister" printed down the side of his slacks just for pure emphasis complete with a t-shirt with some sort of corporate logo on it to the ring. He's always in style and he always knows what pleases the crowd even if they hate him for his phenomenal fashion sense. He always wears his shades down to the ring and doesn't remove them even once the match has started. Damn he's fuckin cool, eh?
Illegal Weapon Of Choice: A good ole steel chair. There's nothing cooler then pasting someone with a frickin chair to the face in the middle of a match. The crowd loves it...the bookers love it...what's the problem, eh?
History: Fister McCarl is the coolest dude on the face of the earth. That's all you really need to know. Every single move...from the raising of a single eyebrow to the movement of his big toe as he walks down the street is done with complete and utter cool style!! Fister is a cool dude, simply said. He's WAY cooler that anyone you've ever met. He's smooth with the ladies, he's awesome enough to hold his liquor, and he's great enough to offer the ride to the bus stop for his drunken friends and all in time to get back and slap the ass of the girl who was hitting on him all night. NO ONE is cooler than Fister McCarl. He believes that ALL other wrestlers are below him and don't even deserve to be WATCHING him in the ring, let alone wrestling him. Fister is the man, simple said.
Finishers:
Hella Cool: Fister waits for his opponent to get up then GORES them into the corner with a big spear. It's HELLA-Cool!
The Fister Effect: Fister hooks his opponent and kicks up his legs driving their head to the mat with a vicious DDT. Best done with a chair underneath his opponent, of course. Fister will, of course, celebrate after this masterpiece of a move.
Unconsciously Cool: Fister holds his opponent in the DDT position before lifting them up onto his shoulder with their face up to the sky then flips them back down, slamming their face onto the mat for the big knock-out. Kanyon used to do this move and man, this move is fuckin cool.