Post by Hawaiian Hardhead on Jan 5, 2011 12:27:38 GMT -5
Singles Application
Personal Information »»
Your Name: James Crumpton
E-Mail: kickyouinyourface@yahoo.com
Messenger Handle: YIM - Same as E-Mail
MSN - kickyouinyourfacae@hotmail.com
Wrestler Information »»
Wrestler Name: Hawaiian Hardhead
Moniker(s): The Insane Delgado, Triple H/HHH
Age: 31
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 313 lbs.
Hometown: Tampa, Florida
Personality: HHH is laid back, and a comedic man. He's powerful, but he likes to take a chance. When HHH is on the mic, he knows when to act serious, and when he can joke around. Most of the time, he saves his serious act for the important of matches. But most of the time, he's just the comedy guy.
Alignment: Face
Background: ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/Hawaiian_Hardhead
Pic Base: Umaga
Entrance Music: "Different Girls" by Nu Jersey Devil ft. Lil Wayne
Entrance (Be detailed as possible): The initials "HHH" appear on the titantron as "Different Girls" plays on the PA. HHH comes out in an Hawaiian shirt, jeans shorts, and orange flip-flops, ready for battle. He reaches the stage, pumping the crowd up, before walking down the ramp. He high-fives some of the fans along the way. When he reaches ringside, he sprints towards the ring, under the bottom rope. At the same time, fireworks go off at the turnbuckles. HHH gets to his feet and walks to a set of turnbuckles. He raises his fists to the hair, slowly. He hops off and moves to the opposite turnbuckles to do the same thing. Soon afterward, HHH gets off and waits for his opponent.
Movelist Information »»
Base Style: Technically skilled powerhouse, often acts before thinking (thus the flying moves)
Standard Movelist [5-10 Moves]:
Over Castle
Big Boot
Hard Clothesline
Spinebuster
Reverse STO
Flying Clothesline
Flying Leg Drop
Flying Splash to an Opponent on the Outside
Any Variation of a Suplex
Gut Wrench Powerbomb
Two-Handed Chokeslam
Chokeslam
Driving Powerbomb
Top Rope Sit-Out Powerbomb
Signature Moves:
Hawaiian-Suite: Elbow drop from to the back of the opponent's head from the apron
Spear
Diving Headbutt
Diving Elbow Drop
Finishing Moves:
Hawaiian-Hammer: Jackhamer
Hawaiian-Cater: Edgecater
Hawaiian-Death Roll: Running Diamond Cutter
Sample Writing (50 lines mininum)»»
Personal Information »»
Your Name: James Crumpton
E-Mail: kickyouinyourface@yahoo.com
Messenger Handle: YIM - Same as E-Mail
MSN - kickyouinyourfacae@hotmail.com
Wrestler Information »»
Wrestler Name: Hawaiian Hardhead
Moniker(s): The Insane Delgado, Triple H/HHH
Age: 31
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 313 lbs.
Hometown: Tampa, Florida
Personality: HHH is laid back, and a comedic man. He's powerful, but he likes to take a chance. When HHH is on the mic, he knows when to act serious, and when he can joke around. Most of the time, he saves his serious act for the important of matches. But most of the time, he's just the comedy guy.
Alignment: Face
Background: ewrestling.wikia.com/wiki/Hawaiian_Hardhead
Pic Base: Umaga
Entrance Music: "Different Girls" by Nu Jersey Devil ft. Lil Wayne
Entrance (Be detailed as possible): The initials "HHH" appear on the titantron as "Different Girls" plays on the PA. HHH comes out in an Hawaiian shirt, jeans shorts, and orange flip-flops, ready for battle. He reaches the stage, pumping the crowd up, before walking down the ramp. He high-fives some of the fans along the way. When he reaches ringside, he sprints towards the ring, under the bottom rope. At the same time, fireworks go off at the turnbuckles. HHH gets to his feet and walks to a set of turnbuckles. He raises his fists to the hair, slowly. He hops off and moves to the opposite turnbuckles to do the same thing. Soon afterward, HHH gets off and waits for his opponent.
Movelist Information »»
Base Style: Technically skilled powerhouse, often acts before thinking (thus the flying moves)
Standard Movelist [5-10 Moves]:
Over Castle
Big Boot
Hard Clothesline
Spinebuster
Reverse STO
Flying Clothesline
Flying Leg Drop
Flying Splash to an Opponent on the Outside
Any Variation of a Suplex
Gut Wrench Powerbomb
Two-Handed Chokeslam
Chokeslam
Driving Powerbomb
Top Rope Sit-Out Powerbomb
Signature Moves:
Hawaiian-Suite: Elbow drop from to the back of the opponent's head from the apron
Spear
Diving Headbutt
Diving Elbow Drop
Finishing Moves:
Hawaiian-Hammer: Jackhamer
Hawaiian-Cater: Edgecater
Hawaiian-Death Roll: Running Diamond Cutter
Sample Writing (50 lines mininum)»»
A small camera comes on, revealing the cab of an old Ford truck. We see Hawaiian Hardhead sitting in the passenger side. In the middle of the seat, we see Chuck’s face pop up.
Chuck: We there yet?
Cameraman: Yep.
HHH: Frank, you do realize that filming and driving is a federal offense right?
Cameraman (Frank): Only in Cuba.
The camera clicks off before clicking back on outside the car. It’s deep in the nighttime, and the streetlight above them makes a glare on the lens, should it hit right. HHH and Chuck look up at the sign, reading “Suave’s Gentlemen’s Club.”
HHH: Think this is the place?
The camera cuts off once more, until coming back on inside the club. A rather large, muscular man, wearing a black jacket, stops the three. The place itself is dark with strobe lights of many different colors appearing at random times. Also, some rave music is blasting on 11.
Bouncer: I’m gonna have to see some ID boys.
In unison, the three make noises of disapproval. The camera clicks off and reappears at the exact same spot. HHH is next to the bouncer, his arm around his shoulder, and his finger pointing at him.
HHH: This is…
Bouncer: Bob.
HHH: Bob. Bob is a bouncer for one of Rico Suave’s many gentlemen clubs. Bob, tell the crowd why you’re a bouncer?
Bob: Good pay, and a free show.
The four begin to laugh out loud before the camera cuts away. The three walk up a set of stairs before being stopped by a coat woman.
Woman: May I take your jackets?
Chuck: No but you can take my pants.
The three men start to laugh once more before the camera cuts off. It reappears in the same spot.
Chuck: This is…
Woman: Linda.
Chuck: Linda. Linda is the coat woman of this club. She takes the coats and jackets of the customers that decide to stop by.
Frank: Surprised she isn’t out there herself.
Hardhead smacks Frank’s arm playfully, telling him to shush while hiding a snicker.
Linda: So you boys don’t have any coats?
HHH: All I’ve got is a boner.
Again, the trio starts to roar out laughter before the camera cuts away. It reappears at a table near the stage. We see HHH and Chuck sitting at a round table with a pole right in the center of it. In the background, a girl is doing some dance numbers on another customer.
Frank: Tell me Jack; is it legal to film this?
HHH: I don’t know, but I’m sure it’ll make for some interesting evidence.
This causes Chuck and Frank to start laughing once again. When the two stop, the lights go out. Some other customers begin to make catcalls at the treat they are about to receive. When they come back on, a stripper is seen at a pole on the stage. She’s decked out in some chain, a black miniskirt, and a tight black top.
Chuck: Have I died?
Frank: If you did, we wouldn’t be in the same place.
HHH releases a roaring laughter at this. Some sensual music begins to play as the girl dances along with it.
The camera cuts off before anything else can be seen. It reappears with another woman, wearing the same uniform, by the table. She has a platter balanced on one hand, and the other on her hip.
Waitress: Can I get you boys anything?
Chuck: Bud Lite.
HHH: Bud Lite.
Frank (faux British accent): I’ll have a sample of your finest wine, aged 60 years.
This causes HHH and Chuck to release another roar of laughter. The waitress manages to grow a fake smile, not impressed by the trio’s attitude.
Waitress: I’m sorry, but we don’t serve wine.
Frank: Bud Lite will do just fine thank you.
The camera cuts off before reappearing again. We see HHH acting all serious to Frank.
HHH: Dude, I honestly think that that chick was checkin you out.
Frank: Naaaah!
Chuck: Yeah Jack, remember, she works at one of Rico’s clubs, he probably picked her up in a ditch somewhere.
HHH: What is that supposed to mean?
Frank: She’s probably got every STD known to man.
The three men begin to laugh at this, not a roaring laughter, but a playful one.
The camera cuts away and comes back with the waitress bringing them their bottles of Bud Lite.
HHH: Thank you.
Waitress: Are you ready to order?
Chuck: Yeah I’ll have what he’s havin.
The camera zooms in to focus on a stripper working on another customer. Soon after, the camera cuts off. We now see the waitress sitting in the unused seat at the table. HHH is sitting next to her, trying to keep in a smile as Chuck gives her bunny ears.
HHH: This is…
Waitress: Joy.
HHH: Joy. What a beautiful name. Joy is a waitress here. Tell me Joy, are there any setbacks to working here?
Joy: Yeah, having to see these girls degrade themselves like this.
HHH: Then why do you work here?
Waitress: Good pay.
Frank: Well I’ll tell ya what; we’ll leave you a heaping tip, just for you Joy.
Joy: Yeah I bet.
She has a hint of sarcasm in her voice. HHH can’t hold it in anymore and begins to snicker even more. Joy turns around and sees Chuck.
Joy: Oh yeah, real mature.
She then walks away from the group, but the camera cuts off as she does. The camera comes back on with a different woman standing next to them. She’s a beautiful blonde with a skirt equally as small as the one on the stage, with a top actually tighter.
Stripper: You boys ready to rock?
Frank: Let’s do this—
HHH: Leeeeerooooy—
Chuck: Jenkiiiins!
The camera cuts off, only to come back on to the same image, except this time, HHH is staring at the camera.
HHH: This is…
Stripper: Katie.
HHH: Katie—
Chuck: Vick?
Frank slaps Chuck’s arm playfully, releasing another laugh from the three men. HHH tries to talk through the laugh.
HHH: This is…this is Katie, she works here as a stripper. Tell me Katie, how is the pay monthly as a stripper?
Katie: Worth a hell of a lot less than you wrestlers.
This causes Chuck and Frank to stifle some snickers, while saying “ohhhhh.” HHH manages to crack a smile at this. He then puts his fingers to his mouth and raises his eyebrows, acting embarrassed at this. The camera cuts off and reappears to see Katie standing on the table, grinding the pole, doing some sexual dances. Nobody says anything for a few seconds before Chuck pipes in.
Chuck: If you were dead, I’d fuck you.
The camera clicks off and reappears with the three of them holding their Bud Lites up.
HHH: A toast, to friends—
Chuck and Frank: To friends!
They click their bottles and take a swig. They bring them up again…
HHH: To strippers—
Chuck and Frank: To strippers!
Again, they click their bottles and take a swig before bringing them in the air once more.
HHH: To the infinite amount of 1 dollar bills—
Chuck and Frank: To that!
For a third time, they click bottles and take a swig. And for a third time, they bring them back in the air.
HHH: And to Frank for volunteering for the private room!
Chuck: To Frank!
Frank: Wait what?
The camera clicks off and we see HHH and Chuck leading Frank down a thin hallway.
Frank: I’m not sure about this guys.
Chuck: Come on Frank, it’s our treat.
HHH: More like we’re paying for it, it’s your treat Frank.
Chuck manages to release a drunken giggle at this.
The camera clicks off and reappears in the private room. It’s all dark, but a blue spotlight comes on, revealing the same chick from the stage.
Frank: Mommy, I love you.
The camera clicks off again, not seeing anything else besides the stripper ready for the session. The camera comes back on outside the room, with HHH and Frank waiting for him.
HHH: So how’d it go?
Chuck: Spill man.
Frank doesn’t respond. Instead, he just looks down at his crotch, where an obvious bulge can be seen from his pants. The camera comes back up to see HHH and Chuck covering their mouths with their fists, trying to stifle some more snickers.
Frank: It went great.
The camera goes off and then back on at the table. The three are seen counting their money. Also, fifteen empty bottles of Bud Lite are seen sitting on the table.
Chuck: Alright, I got the beer.
HHH: I got the privates, I mean, private session.
Chuck chuckles at HHH’s statement.
Frank: That means I got the tip.
The camera clicks off and comes back on from a distance. The three are seen by the door, the camera zoomed in over Bob, at their table. We see Katie walk up and take the bill. She picks up her tip and holds it close to her chest before putting it into her pocket. The camera zooms back out where we see HHH, Chuck, and Bob watching her.
Bob: How much did you give her?
Frank: 75 bucks.
HHH: Seriously?
Frank: Yeah.
Chuck: You definitely lived up to your promise.
The camera clicks off and reappears in an alleyway outside the club. The only light seen are the streetlights around it. Frank and Chuck are seen standing in front of the camera.
HHH: Alright guys, I am nearly drunk out of my mind, so I can’t drive. The person who wins the following pissing contest doesn’t get to be the designated driver. The loser does. The rules are: the person who lasts the longest pissing against the wall wins. Fair enough?
Frank: I’m game.
Chuck: Let’s do it.
Frank and Chuck shake hands before the camera clicks off. It reappears behind Frank and Chuck, who are seen facing the wall. Piss is seen running between their legs against the wall. A good minute passes before Frank’s stream manages to die down.
Frank: What? No!
Chuck: Come on!
You can hear the strain in his voice as Frank’s stream disappears.
Frank: I knew I shouldn’t have denied that last beer.
The camera cuts off and reappears with HHH in camera shot. He is in front of the club, a smile on his face.
HHH: This was one of Rico Suave’s many gentlemen clubs, and I am happy to say, that I am not impressed in the least. Rico, you’re a very successful business man, but you only are one to hide your lack of talent in the ring. This Sunday at SummerSlaughter, my war against the N.O.W. will officially begin—
The horn of the truck honks a few times.
HHH: I’m cuttin a promo here! Rico, you will be the first target to face me, and fall. Rico, you act like you’re some hot tamale just because you run with the big dogs, but in my world, you’re nothing but a little Chihuahua, and boy, I’m the husky. You may think you’ve got some advantage over me because you’re friends with Jose, but here’s the deal, at SummerSlaughter, it doesn’t matter if you bring Jose, the N.O.W., or hell, even the entire Mexican nation, a man pissed off, is the toughest man of all, and if you know me like you should, I won’t easily fall. Rico, you may act tough, but it’s for show. You’re gonna lose this Sunday, then you’re gonna have to go. To go back to your country, to go back where you glow, because when I beat you easily, you’ll become my hoe. I’m a pissed off machine, you’re just a regular gringo, and if you didn’t know by now, I didn’t want you to know.
The camera cuts off for the final time, with the last image being HHH’s confident smirk upon his face.
Chuck: We there yet?
Cameraman: Yep.
HHH: Frank, you do realize that filming and driving is a federal offense right?
Cameraman (Frank): Only in Cuba.
The camera clicks off before clicking back on outside the car. It’s deep in the nighttime, and the streetlight above them makes a glare on the lens, should it hit right. HHH and Chuck look up at the sign, reading “Suave’s Gentlemen’s Club.”
HHH: Think this is the place?
The camera cuts off once more, until coming back on inside the club. A rather large, muscular man, wearing a black jacket, stops the three. The place itself is dark with strobe lights of many different colors appearing at random times. Also, some rave music is blasting on 11.
Bouncer: I’m gonna have to see some ID boys.
In unison, the three make noises of disapproval. The camera clicks off and reappears at the exact same spot. HHH is next to the bouncer, his arm around his shoulder, and his finger pointing at him.
HHH: This is…
Bouncer: Bob.
HHH: Bob. Bob is a bouncer for one of Rico Suave’s many gentlemen clubs. Bob, tell the crowd why you’re a bouncer?
Bob: Good pay, and a free show.
The four begin to laugh out loud before the camera cuts away. The three walk up a set of stairs before being stopped by a coat woman.
Woman: May I take your jackets?
Chuck: No but you can take my pants.
The three men start to laugh once more before the camera cuts off. It reappears in the same spot.
Chuck: This is…
Woman: Linda.
Chuck: Linda. Linda is the coat woman of this club. She takes the coats and jackets of the customers that decide to stop by.
Frank: Surprised she isn’t out there herself.
Hardhead smacks Frank’s arm playfully, telling him to shush while hiding a snicker.
Linda: So you boys don’t have any coats?
HHH: All I’ve got is a boner.
Again, the trio starts to roar out laughter before the camera cuts away. It reappears at a table near the stage. We see HHH and Chuck sitting at a round table with a pole right in the center of it. In the background, a girl is doing some dance numbers on another customer.
Frank: Tell me Jack; is it legal to film this?
HHH: I don’t know, but I’m sure it’ll make for some interesting evidence.
This causes Chuck and Frank to start laughing once again. When the two stop, the lights go out. Some other customers begin to make catcalls at the treat they are about to receive. When they come back on, a stripper is seen at a pole on the stage. She’s decked out in some chain, a black miniskirt, and a tight black top.
Chuck: Have I died?
Frank: If you did, we wouldn’t be in the same place.
HHH releases a roaring laughter at this. Some sensual music begins to play as the girl dances along with it.
The camera cuts off before anything else can be seen. It reappears with another woman, wearing the same uniform, by the table. She has a platter balanced on one hand, and the other on her hip.
Waitress: Can I get you boys anything?
Chuck: Bud Lite.
HHH: Bud Lite.
Frank (faux British accent): I’ll have a sample of your finest wine, aged 60 years.
This causes HHH and Chuck to release another roar of laughter. The waitress manages to grow a fake smile, not impressed by the trio’s attitude.
Waitress: I’m sorry, but we don’t serve wine.
Frank: Bud Lite will do just fine thank you.
The camera cuts off before reappearing again. We see HHH acting all serious to Frank.
HHH: Dude, I honestly think that that chick was checkin you out.
Frank: Naaaah!
Chuck: Yeah Jack, remember, she works at one of Rico’s clubs, he probably picked her up in a ditch somewhere.
HHH: What is that supposed to mean?
Frank: She’s probably got every STD known to man.
The three men begin to laugh at this, not a roaring laughter, but a playful one.
The camera cuts away and comes back with the waitress bringing them their bottles of Bud Lite.
HHH: Thank you.
Waitress: Are you ready to order?
Chuck: Yeah I’ll have what he’s havin.
The camera zooms in to focus on a stripper working on another customer. Soon after, the camera cuts off. We now see the waitress sitting in the unused seat at the table. HHH is sitting next to her, trying to keep in a smile as Chuck gives her bunny ears.
HHH: This is…
Waitress: Joy.
HHH: Joy. What a beautiful name. Joy is a waitress here. Tell me Joy, are there any setbacks to working here?
Joy: Yeah, having to see these girls degrade themselves like this.
HHH: Then why do you work here?
Waitress: Good pay.
Frank: Well I’ll tell ya what; we’ll leave you a heaping tip, just for you Joy.
Joy: Yeah I bet.
She has a hint of sarcasm in her voice. HHH can’t hold it in anymore and begins to snicker even more. Joy turns around and sees Chuck.
Joy: Oh yeah, real mature.
She then walks away from the group, but the camera cuts off as she does. The camera comes back on with a different woman standing next to them. She’s a beautiful blonde with a skirt equally as small as the one on the stage, with a top actually tighter.
Stripper: You boys ready to rock?
Frank: Let’s do this—
HHH: Leeeeerooooy—
Chuck: Jenkiiiins!
The camera cuts off, only to come back on to the same image, except this time, HHH is staring at the camera.
HHH: This is…
Stripper: Katie.
HHH: Katie—
Chuck: Vick?
Frank slaps Chuck’s arm playfully, releasing another laugh from the three men. HHH tries to talk through the laugh.
HHH: This is…this is Katie, she works here as a stripper. Tell me Katie, how is the pay monthly as a stripper?
Katie: Worth a hell of a lot less than you wrestlers.
This causes Chuck and Frank to stifle some snickers, while saying “ohhhhh.” HHH manages to crack a smile at this. He then puts his fingers to his mouth and raises his eyebrows, acting embarrassed at this. The camera cuts off and reappears to see Katie standing on the table, grinding the pole, doing some sexual dances. Nobody says anything for a few seconds before Chuck pipes in.
Chuck: If you were dead, I’d fuck you.
The camera clicks off and reappears with the three of them holding their Bud Lites up.
HHH: A toast, to friends—
Chuck and Frank: To friends!
They click their bottles and take a swig. They bring them up again…
HHH: To strippers—
Chuck and Frank: To strippers!
Again, they click their bottles and take a swig before bringing them in the air once more.
HHH: To the infinite amount of 1 dollar bills—
Chuck and Frank: To that!
For a third time, they click bottles and take a swig. And for a third time, they bring them back in the air.
HHH: And to Frank for volunteering for the private room!
Chuck: To Frank!
Frank: Wait what?
The camera clicks off and we see HHH and Chuck leading Frank down a thin hallway.
Frank: I’m not sure about this guys.
Chuck: Come on Frank, it’s our treat.
HHH: More like we’re paying for it, it’s your treat Frank.
Chuck manages to release a drunken giggle at this.
The camera clicks off and reappears in the private room. It’s all dark, but a blue spotlight comes on, revealing the same chick from the stage.
Frank: Mommy, I love you.
The camera clicks off again, not seeing anything else besides the stripper ready for the session. The camera comes back on outside the room, with HHH and Frank waiting for him.
HHH: So how’d it go?
Chuck: Spill man.
Frank doesn’t respond. Instead, he just looks down at his crotch, where an obvious bulge can be seen from his pants. The camera comes back up to see HHH and Chuck covering their mouths with their fists, trying to stifle some more snickers.
Frank: It went great.
The camera goes off and then back on at the table. The three are seen counting their money. Also, fifteen empty bottles of Bud Lite are seen sitting on the table.
Chuck: Alright, I got the beer.
HHH: I got the privates, I mean, private session.
Chuck chuckles at HHH’s statement.
Frank: That means I got the tip.
The camera clicks off and comes back on from a distance. The three are seen by the door, the camera zoomed in over Bob, at their table. We see Katie walk up and take the bill. She picks up her tip and holds it close to her chest before putting it into her pocket. The camera zooms back out where we see HHH, Chuck, and Bob watching her.
Bob: How much did you give her?
Frank: 75 bucks.
HHH: Seriously?
Frank: Yeah.
Chuck: You definitely lived up to your promise.
The camera clicks off and reappears in an alleyway outside the club. The only light seen are the streetlights around it. Frank and Chuck are seen standing in front of the camera.
HHH: Alright guys, I am nearly drunk out of my mind, so I can’t drive. The person who wins the following pissing contest doesn’t get to be the designated driver. The loser does. The rules are: the person who lasts the longest pissing against the wall wins. Fair enough?
Frank: I’m game.
Chuck: Let’s do it.
Frank and Chuck shake hands before the camera clicks off. It reappears behind Frank and Chuck, who are seen facing the wall. Piss is seen running between their legs against the wall. A good minute passes before Frank’s stream manages to die down.
Frank: What? No!
Chuck: Come on!
You can hear the strain in his voice as Frank’s stream disappears.
Frank: I knew I shouldn’t have denied that last beer.
The camera cuts off and reappears with HHH in camera shot. He is in front of the club, a smile on his face.
HHH: This was one of Rico Suave’s many gentlemen clubs, and I am happy to say, that I am not impressed in the least. Rico, you’re a very successful business man, but you only are one to hide your lack of talent in the ring. This Sunday at SummerSlaughter, my war against the N.O.W. will officially begin—
The horn of the truck honks a few times.
HHH: I’m cuttin a promo here! Rico, you will be the first target to face me, and fall. Rico, you act like you’re some hot tamale just because you run with the big dogs, but in my world, you’re nothing but a little Chihuahua, and boy, I’m the husky. You may think you’ve got some advantage over me because you’re friends with Jose, but here’s the deal, at SummerSlaughter, it doesn’t matter if you bring Jose, the N.O.W., or hell, even the entire Mexican nation, a man pissed off, is the toughest man of all, and if you know me like you should, I won’t easily fall. Rico, you may act tough, but it’s for show. You’re gonna lose this Sunday, then you’re gonna have to go. To go back to your country, to go back where you glow, because when I beat you easily, you’ll become my hoe. I’m a pissed off machine, you’re just a regular gringo, and if you didn’t know by now, I didn’t want you to know.
The camera cuts off for the final time, with the last image being HHH’s confident smirk upon his face.
