Shane Williams
Oct 24, 2012 20:19:30 GMT -5
Post by FGA Office on Oct 24, 2012 20:19:30 GMT -5
Wrestler's Name: Shane Williams
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 225 lbs
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: Weirdo
Hometown: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Entrance Music: Runnin' Across The Tracks by Billy Talent
Pro Debut: 2002
Pic Base: Chris Sabin
Grappling Style: Technical Wizardry/Aerial.
Finishing Moves
1. Painkiller 13 (Turning Half-nelson driver)
2. Shades Of The Man (Diving Elbow Drop)
Trademark Moves
1. Here's Looking @ You (Lungblower followed by a running senton back splash)
2. Spun Out (Swinging sidle-slam. Spun off into a stepping back heel kick.)
3. Disorient Drive (Roll through Bridging German suplex.)
Common Moves
1. Release Tiger Suplex
2. Knife edged chops
3. Japanese arm-drag
4. Forearm shivers
5. High angle dropsault
6. Hammerlock back drop suplex
7. Headlock take-over
8. Arm trapped cross face
9. Leaping double stomp to opponents back
10. Springboard cross body block
11. Leap of faith (Hands free over the top rope suicide dive.)
12. Hanging butterfly lock
13. Corner clothesline running bulldog combo
14. Modified Mexican surfboard rear chin-lock
15. Shining enzuigiri
16. STO followed by a running high angle leg drop
17. Double revolution head scissors transitioned into a Russian leg sweep.
18. Running shooting star press
Ring Entrance:
A loud re-verb screeches over the the buzzing arena. The powerful shock of Ben's vocals reign out loud and clear
"It's up to you!"
The lights up above begin to frantically chase and battle one another. Hanging the deep and heavy glow of crimson and the gleam of a smokey white. The fans excitement begins to rise as they stand to their feet as the next line drops in Ben's signature tone.
"This ain't no TV show,
You watch my head explode,
Ten thousand hours everyday."
Suddenly the seams of the tight black curtain blow aside. The figure of Shane Williams explodes from the opening. Shooting two hands up to the hazed ceiling before dropping them down with force. Giving a piercing howl. The crowd responding with a collective over powering howl themselves as Williams makes his was down the aisle.
"I'm runnnin' across the tracks,
(And I'm never coming back)
Oh, I'm runnin' across the tracks,
(And I'm never coming back)
Pullin' the blindfolds back,
All we did in life,
I'm runnin' across the tracks
(And I'm never coming back)
Oh, runnin' across the tracks
(And I'm never coming back)
We're gonna escape this trap,
Gotta get a life."
A spastic leap and Shane is perched atop the apron. Draping his back against the outside ropes. Bouncing on them once or twice before swinging himself atop the nearest turnbuckle. Fully extended standing high. Shane takes a moment to balance before falling backward in a tucked flip. Flowing smoothly to his knee, before popping up onto the middle rope. Pumping up the crowd once more before heading to his respective corner.
Ring Attire
Short black trunks covered in ransom note-Esq lettering closely clouded together. On the back of the trunks boldly defined in bright white is his last name "Williams" Taped wrists and a light black elbow brace dawn his upper body. Black knee pads flow into slick short ring boots of the same shade. Tiny solid red "borrowed" Superman emblems rest on the ankles on both boots.
Bio
Passionate, hard working, death defying, awkward. These are all words that can define young Shane Williams. Growing up in the hustle bustle of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Shane was captivated by the world of professional wrestling and it's art from a very early age. His father, being a ring announcer for a small independent promotion. The world Williams was mystified by was so close that the beads of sweat, the pain and anguish scrawled on hulking faces. Weren't simply a dream, they became more of a reality to him as he grew. By the age of sixteen, conventional schooling eventually took a back seat as his obsession with the likes of "Macho Man" Randy Savage, Mr. Perfect and Shawn Michaels. Became far too much to keep posters, and drawings plastered from wall to wall and floor to ceiling content. He took it upon himself to make it, and before he knew it he was working his first match. As a vendor for a local promotion. But. As soon as he hit the ripe age of eighteen. He took to studying under Robert "Oldman" Higgins. A local legend. Taking all of the backbreaking, wind pipe crushing brain busting torture. Day after day. Week, after week. Month after month. And what do you know, year after year. Seven of them, to be exact. Mr. Higgins' young protege filled the boots that once barely fit him. Traveling from to sea, to sea. Bingo halls and high school gyms. Slowly morphed into arenas in Japan, Mexico, and England. Each step, attempting to leave his mark on professional wrestling.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 225 lbs
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: Weirdo
Hometown: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Entrance Music: Runnin' Across The Tracks by Billy Talent
Pro Debut: 2002
Pic Base: Chris Sabin
Grappling Style: Technical Wizardry/Aerial.
Finishing Moves
1. Painkiller 13 (Turning Half-nelson driver)
2. Shades Of The Man (Diving Elbow Drop)
Trademark Moves
1. Here's Looking @ You (Lungblower followed by a running senton back splash)
2. Spun Out (Swinging sidle-slam. Spun off into a stepping back heel kick.)
3. Disorient Drive (Roll through Bridging German suplex.)
Common Moves
1. Release Tiger Suplex
2. Knife edged chops
3. Japanese arm-drag
4. Forearm shivers
5. High angle dropsault
6. Hammerlock back drop suplex
7. Headlock take-over
8. Arm trapped cross face
9. Leaping double stomp to opponents back
10. Springboard cross body block
11. Leap of faith (Hands free over the top rope suicide dive.)
12. Hanging butterfly lock
13. Corner clothesline running bulldog combo
14. Modified Mexican surfboard rear chin-lock
15. Shining enzuigiri
16. STO followed by a running high angle leg drop
17. Double revolution head scissors transitioned into a Russian leg sweep.
18. Running shooting star press
Ring Entrance:
A loud re-verb screeches over the the buzzing arena. The powerful shock of Ben's vocals reign out loud and clear
"It's up to you!"
The lights up above begin to frantically chase and battle one another. Hanging the deep and heavy glow of crimson and the gleam of a smokey white. The fans excitement begins to rise as they stand to their feet as the next line drops in Ben's signature tone.
"This ain't no TV show,
You watch my head explode,
Ten thousand hours everyday."
Suddenly the seams of the tight black curtain blow aside. The figure of Shane Williams explodes from the opening. Shooting two hands up to the hazed ceiling before dropping them down with force. Giving a piercing howl. The crowd responding with a collective over powering howl themselves as Williams makes his was down the aisle.
"I'm runnnin' across the tracks,
(And I'm never coming back)
Oh, I'm runnin' across the tracks,
(And I'm never coming back)
Pullin' the blindfolds back,
All we did in life,
I'm runnin' across the tracks
(And I'm never coming back)
Oh, runnin' across the tracks
(And I'm never coming back)
We're gonna escape this trap,
Gotta get a life."
A spastic leap and Shane is perched atop the apron. Draping his back against the outside ropes. Bouncing on them once or twice before swinging himself atop the nearest turnbuckle. Fully extended standing high. Shane takes a moment to balance before falling backward in a tucked flip. Flowing smoothly to his knee, before popping up onto the middle rope. Pumping up the crowd once more before heading to his respective corner.
Ring Attire
Short black trunks covered in ransom note-Esq lettering closely clouded together. On the back of the trunks boldly defined in bright white is his last name "Williams" Taped wrists and a light black elbow brace dawn his upper body. Black knee pads flow into slick short ring boots of the same shade. Tiny solid red "borrowed" Superman emblems rest on the ankles on both boots.
Bio
Passionate, hard working, death defying, awkward. These are all words that can define young Shane Williams. Growing up in the hustle bustle of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. Shane was captivated by the world of professional wrestling and it's art from a very early age. His father, being a ring announcer for a small independent promotion. The world Williams was mystified by was so close that the beads of sweat, the pain and anguish scrawled on hulking faces. Weren't simply a dream, they became more of a reality to him as he grew. By the age of sixteen, conventional schooling eventually took a back seat as his obsession with the likes of "Macho Man" Randy Savage, Mr. Perfect and Shawn Michaels. Became far too much to keep posters, and drawings plastered from wall to wall and floor to ceiling content. He took it upon himself to make it, and before he knew it he was working his first match. As a vendor for a local promotion. But. As soon as he hit the ripe age of eighteen. He took to studying under Robert "Oldman" Higgins. A local legend. Taking all of the backbreaking, wind pipe crushing brain busting torture. Day after day. Week, after week. Month after month. And what do you know, year after year. Seven of them, to be exact. Mr. Higgins' young protege filled the boots that once barely fit him. Traveling from to sea, to sea. Bingo halls and high school gyms. Slowly morphed into arenas in Japan, Mexico, and England. Each step, attempting to leave his mark on professional wrestling.