Post by David Bishop on Sept 15, 2012 17:37:31 GMT -5
Handler Name: David
How You Found Us: Google
Wrestler Name: David Bishop
Nicknames: “The Frightener”
Billed From: Bethnal Green, London (England)
Billed Height & Weight: 6'5, 260lbs
Picture Base/Poser: Michael Bisping
Alignment: Heel on the outside. He's hated by most of the people he wrestlers with for his ruthlessness, arrogance and his habit for maiming the people he wrestles but he's doing this to save his daughter.
Theme Music: “Underground Kings" by Drake (instrumental)
Entrance Style:
Wrestling gear: Jeans w/ ripped knees, White Martial Arts Hand Wraps
Style: Bullying brawler who intersperses power moves with Thai and Regular Boxing to knock his opponents out. He's also a big fan of hardcore wrestling and loves putting people through tables, hitting them with ladders etc.
Move Set:(5 to 10 basic moves)
1. Elbow to the face
2. Vertical Suplex
3. Inverted DDT
4. Head Kick
5. Knockout Punch
6. Superman Punch
7. Bionic Elbow
8. Snap DDT
9. Boston Crab
10. Headbutt
Signature Moves:(Up to 3)
1. Ode to Dynamite (Diving Headbutt)
2. Muay Thai Knee to the face
3. Fighting on the outside of the ring
Finishers:(Up to 2)
1. Kingmaker (Spear)
2. Divine Intervention (Alabama Slam: Desperation Finisher that destroys opponents)
Backstory:
Five years ago former bare-knuckle fighter and petty criminal David Bishop made himself and his teenage daughter Alex (Picture) a promise that his thug life in the mean streets of London, England were over. In the wake of the death of his wife Susanne, his daughter adamant that she wouldn't be orphaned forced her father to quit his life of crime and try to reimmerse himself into society and Bishop, the notorious Bethnall Green Mob's trusted lieutentant “The Frightener” was more than happy to oblige. The first thing he did was report to his boss and close friend Terry Norton (Picture)to pay his dues and say that he was bowing out of the life. Norton for the most-part was happy to let him go, being part of a family crime syndicate Norton knew all the importance of family values and for four years Bishop lived a peaceful life as a boxing coach in the east end of London.
Then one day, on a summers Friday afternoon Bishop returned to his Bethnall Green home to find his daughter missing and armed thugs waiting to beat him to a pulp for no better reason other than Mr. Norton wanting a word. Dragged bloody before the aging crime lord, Norton showed a cell phone picture of his daughter bloodied up, tied up and gagged to Bishop before laying down the law.
“Now you listen to me son... I got a little favour I wanna ask ya'.”
“A favour?! You fucking prick! You put hands on my daughta', I'mma fucking kill you you cunt!”
“Now that ain't very nice is it? Jake? Legs? Give 'im a slap will ya?”
“AGH!”
“Glad you're listenin' now Bishop because I got a little proposition for ya'. You do me this favour and not only will you earn me and my friends a lot a' money, you'll get to see your daughter again. Maybe if yer a good boy, we might even let ya' in on a little cut of it. Alright?”
“Fuck you Norton you bastard. I said I was out!”
“Let me tell you somethin' son. When you join the Bethnall Green Mob you're in it for life. When you escalate to the ranks you did, get yourself the reputation you did and become one of my most loyal soldiers? There is no out. Not if I can avoid it. Give 'im another slap boys.”
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!”
“Are you gonna' be reasonable? Because if you don't play ball, awful things will 'appen to that pretty little daughter of yours.”
“You leave Alex out of this. She has fuck all to do with this.”
“Oh I'm aware of that Bishop. She ain't done fuck all wrong but sadly, the only way to break a man of your constitution is to tug at the very few weaknesses you have and that unfortunately means manipulating you by torturing your nearest and dearest daughter, the only relative you have left after poor Suzie got whacked off the road.”
“You fucking murdered my wife too?!”
“Don't be silly Davey boy. It were an accident. Nothin' to do with us. I promise you that. Now are you gonna' listen or not?”
“Fine. But I'll fucking kill you if you get the chance.”
“Such an unpleasant man you are Bishop. Now, you know the Bethnall Green Mob well enough to know what we do. We're extortionists, burglars, muggers, highjackers, sabotagers, killers... but y'know where we all came from?”
“The bookies.”
“Very good Bishop. Glad you ain't forgot your history lessons. Now, as you know taking bets on fights has been one of the creamiest parts of a very creamy crop since my dad Terry Senior was running this gaff. We've been offered some very lucrative odds on a bet and we figure that you're just the man that we can bank our money on. Especially now that we've got Alex with us.”
“Let me see her.”
“I already did mate. Showed you the picture.”
“Let me talk to her.”
“I think he needs another slap boys.”
“AGGGGGGHHHH! You fucking TWAT.”
“Now now, language Davey. As I was saying, this bet has very, VERY low odds of ever happening. The bet that we have made.. and we've already made it so there ain't no backing out is that a total unknown can become the World Heavyweight Champion of a major wrestling promotion within a year. It means you're gonna' get a little holiday to America my sunshine because as you know, our wrestling industry ain't that prolific. We want you to go stateside, smash the competition and get yourself top tier gold so we can earn the score of a lifetime. We've got five million each on this and if you fulfill the odds, we stand to make hundreds of millions. So, do you think you can 'andle this or am I just gonna' have to go kill your daughter and make you watch?”
“Fucking NO. I'll do it you fucking psycho. All this for money? Why me? Why ain't any of the others that 'ave worked for you?”
“Because let's face it Bishop. It had to be someone. Now, your terms and conditions on your end of this bet are as follows. Any violation of this will be met with the swift execution of your daughter followed by yourself so I'd advise you keep your head down and do as you're told. Alright?”
“Right... I get it.”
“First of all and this one is important. You are to follow every instruction I give you right from the off. Any hesitations, any refusals and I will have your pretty little girls head up on my mantle. Understood?”
“You're a facking psycho, you know that?”
“Yes Bishop. I am aware. That's why I'm so successful and you're here, on your knees, begging for mercy. Now, next is you must be champion within a year. That's the terms. A day out? Good night princess. Next, I'll be having my mate Legs here follow your every move and if he doesn't report back to me daily for whatever reason then your daughter will die. He'll be giving you your instructions. Finally, this is an important opportunity for us to expand operations out Stateside and bolster the coffers of my retirement fund so if I ask you to help my boys on your off-days, you're gonna' do exactly as instructed. If that means doing something illegal, you better hope you don't get caught because otherwise I will have your daughter killed. Finally? Breathe a fucking word of this situation and the true reason behind your wrestling career and well... you know what'll happen. Is that all clear?”
“Crystal, Norton.”
“I've booked your flight for tomorrow and you've got a try-out match with some companies to attend during the next week. If you're a good little egg and do as yer told I might let you have words with your daughter because this is a long project and I'm not a cunt so just to let you know she's still alive, she'll be in contact from time to time. Between now and tomorrow, yer gonna' learn how to wrestle. That make you happy?”
“No, but it'll have to do. If you hurt my daughter though Norton, I'll hunt you down and slay you where you stand. You got that?”
“I understand Bishop. I ain't a monster. Now get ready for trainin'. I'm sure you're a little rusty.”
-Manager Info-(if applicable)
Manager Name: The Instructor
Manager Pic Base: Joey Barton
Interference Rate: Never
Interference Tactics: He'll occasionally give orders from Norton directly to Bishop. This will usually mean The Instructor telling Bishop to do something extremely violent and maiming to one of his opponents after he's just beat them. Failure to appease The Instructor means curtains for Alex. The Instructor will smile and treat all other wrestlers with respect, staying out of their way if the action spills outside the ring. Sometimes he might even grab a chair at the timekeepers table but he'll never, EVER commentate.
Manager Backstory: The Instructor, known to Bishop and the Bethnall Green Mob as “Legs” is a Taekwando and American Kickboxing specialist who serves as Terry Norton's right hand man following Bishop's departure from the gang. He is unfathomably loyal to Norton and assuming the guise of “The Instructor” he will repeat the requests of Norton for Bishop to follow to the exact letter.
How You Found Us: Google
Wrestler Name: David Bishop
Nicknames: “The Frightener”
Billed From: Bethnal Green, London (England)
Billed Height & Weight: 6'5, 260lbs
Picture Base/Poser: Michael Bisping
Alignment: Heel on the outside. He's hated by most of the people he wrestlers with for his ruthlessness, arrogance and his habit for maiming the people he wrestles but he's doing this to save his daughter.
Theme Music: “Underground Kings" by Drake (instrumental)
Entrance Style:
Wrestling gear: Jeans w/ ripped knees, White Martial Arts Hand Wraps
Style: Bullying brawler who intersperses power moves with Thai and Regular Boxing to knock his opponents out. He's also a big fan of hardcore wrestling and loves putting people through tables, hitting them with ladders etc.
Move Set:(5 to 10 basic moves)
1. Elbow to the face
2. Vertical Suplex
3. Inverted DDT
4. Head Kick
5. Knockout Punch
6. Superman Punch
7. Bionic Elbow
8. Snap DDT
9. Boston Crab
10. Headbutt
Signature Moves:(Up to 3)
1. Ode to Dynamite (Diving Headbutt)
2. Muay Thai Knee to the face
3. Fighting on the outside of the ring
Finishers:(Up to 2)
1. Kingmaker (Spear)
2. Divine Intervention (Alabama Slam: Desperation Finisher that destroys opponents)
Backstory:
Five years ago former bare-knuckle fighter and petty criminal David Bishop made himself and his teenage daughter Alex (Picture) a promise that his thug life in the mean streets of London, England were over. In the wake of the death of his wife Susanne, his daughter adamant that she wouldn't be orphaned forced her father to quit his life of crime and try to reimmerse himself into society and Bishop, the notorious Bethnall Green Mob's trusted lieutentant “The Frightener” was more than happy to oblige. The first thing he did was report to his boss and close friend Terry Norton (Picture)to pay his dues and say that he was bowing out of the life. Norton for the most-part was happy to let him go, being part of a family crime syndicate Norton knew all the importance of family values and for four years Bishop lived a peaceful life as a boxing coach in the east end of London.
Then one day, on a summers Friday afternoon Bishop returned to his Bethnall Green home to find his daughter missing and armed thugs waiting to beat him to a pulp for no better reason other than Mr. Norton wanting a word. Dragged bloody before the aging crime lord, Norton showed a cell phone picture of his daughter bloodied up, tied up and gagged to Bishop before laying down the law.
“Now you listen to me son... I got a little favour I wanna ask ya'.”
“A favour?! You fucking prick! You put hands on my daughta', I'mma fucking kill you you cunt!”
“Now that ain't very nice is it? Jake? Legs? Give 'im a slap will ya?”
“AGH!”
“Glad you're listenin' now Bishop because I got a little proposition for ya'. You do me this favour and not only will you earn me and my friends a lot a' money, you'll get to see your daughter again. Maybe if yer a good boy, we might even let ya' in on a little cut of it. Alright?”
“Fuck you Norton you bastard. I said I was out!”
“Let me tell you somethin' son. When you join the Bethnall Green Mob you're in it for life. When you escalate to the ranks you did, get yourself the reputation you did and become one of my most loyal soldiers? There is no out. Not if I can avoid it. Give 'im another slap boys.”
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHH!”
“Are you gonna' be reasonable? Because if you don't play ball, awful things will 'appen to that pretty little daughter of yours.”
“You leave Alex out of this. She has fuck all to do with this.”
“Oh I'm aware of that Bishop. She ain't done fuck all wrong but sadly, the only way to break a man of your constitution is to tug at the very few weaknesses you have and that unfortunately means manipulating you by torturing your nearest and dearest daughter, the only relative you have left after poor Suzie got whacked off the road.”
“You fucking murdered my wife too?!”
“Don't be silly Davey boy. It were an accident. Nothin' to do with us. I promise you that. Now are you gonna' listen or not?”
“Fine. But I'll fucking kill you if you get the chance.”
“Such an unpleasant man you are Bishop. Now, you know the Bethnall Green Mob well enough to know what we do. We're extortionists, burglars, muggers, highjackers, sabotagers, killers... but y'know where we all came from?”
“The bookies.”
“Very good Bishop. Glad you ain't forgot your history lessons. Now, as you know taking bets on fights has been one of the creamiest parts of a very creamy crop since my dad Terry Senior was running this gaff. We've been offered some very lucrative odds on a bet and we figure that you're just the man that we can bank our money on. Especially now that we've got Alex with us.”
“Let me see her.”
“I already did mate. Showed you the picture.”
“Let me talk to her.”
“I think he needs another slap boys.”
“AGGGGGGHHHH! You fucking TWAT.”
“Now now, language Davey. As I was saying, this bet has very, VERY low odds of ever happening. The bet that we have made.. and we've already made it so there ain't no backing out is that a total unknown can become the World Heavyweight Champion of a major wrestling promotion within a year. It means you're gonna' get a little holiday to America my sunshine because as you know, our wrestling industry ain't that prolific. We want you to go stateside, smash the competition and get yourself top tier gold so we can earn the score of a lifetime. We've got five million each on this and if you fulfill the odds, we stand to make hundreds of millions. So, do you think you can 'andle this or am I just gonna' have to go kill your daughter and make you watch?”
“Fucking NO. I'll do it you fucking psycho. All this for money? Why me? Why ain't any of the others that 'ave worked for you?”
“Because let's face it Bishop. It had to be someone. Now, your terms and conditions on your end of this bet are as follows. Any violation of this will be met with the swift execution of your daughter followed by yourself so I'd advise you keep your head down and do as you're told. Alright?”
“Right... I get it.”
“First of all and this one is important. You are to follow every instruction I give you right from the off. Any hesitations, any refusals and I will have your pretty little girls head up on my mantle. Understood?”
“You're a facking psycho, you know that?”
“Yes Bishop. I am aware. That's why I'm so successful and you're here, on your knees, begging for mercy. Now, next is you must be champion within a year. That's the terms. A day out? Good night princess. Next, I'll be having my mate Legs here follow your every move and if he doesn't report back to me daily for whatever reason then your daughter will die. He'll be giving you your instructions. Finally, this is an important opportunity for us to expand operations out Stateside and bolster the coffers of my retirement fund so if I ask you to help my boys on your off-days, you're gonna' do exactly as instructed. If that means doing something illegal, you better hope you don't get caught because otherwise I will have your daughter killed. Finally? Breathe a fucking word of this situation and the true reason behind your wrestling career and well... you know what'll happen. Is that all clear?”
“Crystal, Norton.”
“I've booked your flight for tomorrow and you've got a try-out match with some companies to attend during the next week. If you're a good little egg and do as yer told I might let you have words with your daughter because this is a long project and I'm not a cunt so just to let you know she's still alive, she'll be in contact from time to time. Between now and tomorrow, yer gonna' learn how to wrestle. That make you happy?”
“No, but it'll have to do. If you hurt my daughter though Norton, I'll hunt you down and slay you where you stand. You got that?”
“I understand Bishop. I ain't a monster. Now get ready for trainin'. I'm sure you're a little rusty.”
-Manager Info-(if applicable)
Manager Name: The Instructor
Manager Pic Base: Joey Barton
Interference Rate: Never
Interference Tactics: He'll occasionally give orders from Norton directly to Bishop. This will usually mean The Instructor telling Bishop to do something extremely violent and maiming to one of his opponents after he's just beat them. Failure to appease The Instructor means curtains for Alex. The Instructor will smile and treat all other wrestlers with respect, staying out of their way if the action spills outside the ring. Sometimes he might even grab a chair at the timekeepers table but he'll never, EVER commentate.
Manager Backstory: The Instructor, known to Bishop and the Bethnall Green Mob as “Legs” is a Taekwando and American Kickboxing specialist who serves as Terry Norton's right hand man following Bishop's departure from the gang. He is unfathomably loyal to Norton and assuming the guise of “The Instructor” he will repeat the requests of Norton for Bishop to follow to the exact letter.