Post by TRIPLE C on Oct 12, 2003 14:16:23 GMT -5
WRESTLING NAME: Triple C (Chris Cordell Cruz)
REAL NAME: Austin Phelps
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 6 Feet 6 Inches
WEIGHT: 250 LBS
ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL
HOMETOWN: NASHVILLE TENNESSEE
RACE: WHITE
STYLE: ENTREMELY HARDCORE, BRAWLING, UNORTHIDOX, HIGH FLYING
GIMMICK: HARDCORE MANIAC/BAD ASS
THEME SONG: "No More Tears" by Ozzy Osbourne
Stable: NONE
FINISHER: THE CAREER ENDER- Triple C sets up the opponent in a reverse suplex (with face pointing up, not down), thrusts them straight into the air, holds them there, lets them drop throat first into a Stone Cold Stunner.
TITLE WINS:
2X EWA World Champion
2X EWA North American Champion
2X EWA International Champion
2X EWA Million Dollar Champion
2X EWA Tag Team Champion
2X EWA 6-Man Tag Champion
4X and greatest EVER Hardcore Champion of all time!
Moves:
Hardcore, Brawling, Power House
Appearance:
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Shoulder Blade length, slight curl, keeps it in a ponytial with a red bandanna wrapped around his forehead.
Wrestling Attire: Old blue jeans (with oil spots and some holes in them), different sleeveless shirts from different motorcycle builders or companies, old snakeskin boots, fingerless gloves, wallet chain (which he uses to his advantage sometimes).
Tattoos: His arms are covered. (Sleeves)
Facial Looks: Has very mysterious and captivating eyes, a bright white smile, a very long goatee (with stubble on the sides of face), rough looking.
Entrance attire: Sometimes a black leather jacket. Small square framed black sunglasses.
WRESTLER PIC:
(See top of Page)
ENTRANCE: The lights slam to pitch black in the arena, startling the crowd. You can hear the roar of a Harley Shovelhead Engine, revving up backstage. Then, "No More Tears" by Ozzy Osbourne hits! Three metallic looking C's slam onto the screen of the titan tron, then it plays some of Triple C's greatest hits. The crowd goes wild with cheers and some boos. As the heavy part of the song hits, Triple C rolls out on stage on his old black Harley Chopper that he has rode everywhere. His long brown hair hangs over his shoulder blades, being kept out of his face by an old red bandanna. His hands are covered in fingerless leather gloves, his muscular arms are covered in tattoos, he is wearing a black Choppers Inc. T-shirt, old faded blue jeans with oil spots and tears with a wallet chain hanging, and his old snakeskin boots. He revs up the bike hard and then ride it down the ramp quickly. He stops it at the foot of the ring and shuts it off. Then he climbs into the ring and thrusts his arms into the sky where the crowd cheers loudly, chanting his name. He backs up to the ropes, ready for a fight. . .