John Table

FIGHTING SPIRIT PRO-WRESTLING

El Sicario

WRESTLER PROFILE

Ring Name: El Sicario
Nickname(s): El Mago/The Mexican Murderer
Billed From: Ciudad Juarez
Height: 6'0
Weight: 215
Age: 30
Appearance: Bandido
Text Color: #51684c

CHARACTER

Alignment: Heel

Gimmick: FSPW's resident hitman and mercenary, El Sicaro is the hired hand other heels call in when they need someone beaten, humiliated, and taken out. He has no masters other than money, he worships nothing but the almighty dollar.

ENTRANCE

Entrance Theme: COKA Y MARIJUANA

Promo:

In my youth Juarez was the most violent city on the face of the earth. Men were gunned down in the street, women kidnapped from their homes, children left orphaned by a cruel and unkind world. I was one of those children, and by the grace of Santa Muerte I survived. I have fought, I have bled, and I have made others bleed. I climbed the cartel ladder, rung by bloody rung, until I made it to the top. From the streets of Juarez to the halls of power in Mexico City, everyone knew the name Sicario. And they feared it.

Now I set my sights on Japan. I am told there are those who are to be feared. But so far I have found them wanting. This message serves as a warning to the entire FSPW locker room: I have arrived, and my path to the top starts today. Anyone who stands in my way will be cast by the wayside. In a Juaraez orphange twenty years ago, I remember a fat nun reading a group of us boys the Bible, specifically the book of Revelation. The passage I remember most: "Miré, y he aquí un caballo amarillo, y el que lo montaba tenía por nombre Muerte, y el Hades le seguía;"

"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."

Here I come.

MOVESET

Wrestling Style: High-flyer luchador

Finishers - Maximum of 2

• Mexican Destroyer (Destroyer)
• Hasta la Muerta (Anaconda Vise)

Signature Moves - Maximum of 4

• Five-Star Frog Splash (Frog Splash)
• Goodbye Amigo (Top Rope Kick)
• Slingblade DDT
• Buckshot Lariat

Other Common Moves - Maximum of 10

• Belly to belly suplex
• Outside dive
• Backstabber
• Chop

FIGHTING SPIRIT PRO-WRESTLING

Thanks. Yeah I love Bandido and the Brodido team. I’ll write up a promo or entrance tomorrow and post it and the sheet in the CS tab.

FIGHTING SPIRIT PRO-WRESTLING

If I need to make tweaks let me know

El Sicario

WRESTLER PROFILE

Ring Name: El Sicario
Nickname(s): El Mago/The Mexican Murderer
Billed From: Ciudad Juarez
Height: 6'0
Weight: 215
Age: 30
Appearance: Bandido
Text Color: #51684c

CHARACTER

Alignment: Heel

Gimmick: FSPW's resident hitman and mercenary, El Sicaro is the hired hand other heels call in when they need someone beaten, humiliated, and taken out. He has no masters other than money, he worships nothing but the almighty dollar.

ENTRANCE

Entrance Theme: COKA Y MARIJUANA

MOVESET

Wrestling Style: High-flyer luchador

Finishers - Maximum of 2

• Mexican Destroyer (Destroyer)
• Hasta la Muerta (Anaconda Vise)

Signature Moves - Maximum of 4

• Five-Star Frog Splash (Frog Splash)
• Goodbye Amigo (Top Rope Kick)
• Slingblade DDT
• Buckshot Lariat

Other Common Moves - Maximum of 10

• Belly to belly suplex
• Outside dive
• Backstabber
• Chop

FIGHTING SPIRIT PRO-WRESTLING

Also think I've decided on a masked Luchador type.

FIGHTING SPIRIT PRO-WRESTLING

Working on a sheet now

Japanese Pro-Wrestling RP (E-Fed Style)

I'm pretty flexible. I have a few ideas, probably down to either like a foreign heel shoot fighter type like Dan Severen/Ken Shamrock or maybe a white meat babyface fresh out of the Young Lions.

Japanese Pro-Wrestling RP (E-Fed Style)

I'm interested

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Harlem

“I’m glad Mello's gone!”

That statement from Mo sent the four other men in the barbershop into general pandemonium. Pop’s took time from the plate of food in his hands to call Mo a bum, while the Boykins brothers just booed. Me? I just shook my head and gave him a thumbs down.

“Overrated!” Mo said definitely. “He can score, but he can’t win. Give me five guys like Portakyiv over one Miller any day.”

The mention of the lanky European center sent the Boykins brothers into a frenzy.

Barry Boykins said, “You’re talking out your as—“

Barry stopped short when he saw Pop staring at him over his barbecue, the swear jar right beside his chair and filled to the brim with money.

“--You’re crazy,” Barry finished with a grin.

“He’s got a point,” I said with a shrug. “Mello never played hard on D, never passed, never did anything but shoot. You can’t build a team around that.”

“What about Jordan?” Bobby Boykins asked.

“Are you comparing Mello to Jordan?” Mo shook his head. “Get out of here with that sh—stuff. Jordan was way way more than a scorer. He was a centerpiece. Mello ain’t a franchise guy. He’s a ballhog, which is why the Knicks were losing even though he was dropping points.”

“Yeah,” said Pop. “And it’s also why we lose to Sherm’s Body Shop every year in the city tournament. Y'all acting like you're Mello out there.”

“But they all play like Jello," Barry said with a snicker.

That sent the group of men into another round of bickering and arguing. I opted out, looking out the window with a grin on my face and enjoying an evening off. Pop's was one of the very few places I could just hang and be one of the guys. In here, nobody thought of me as Harlem’s hero.

There was a pretty steady rain outside that night. That's usually good news for everyone. Rain means the gangbangers are too scared to go out, lest they get their sneakers dirty, and the cops aren't up to getting out of their cruisers unless they really need to. They avoid banging people up on the small fry stuff that really pisses off communities. My previous observation was contradicted almost at once. Two NYPD patrol cars with rooftop lights flashing sped by the barbershop, basking the small room in an eerie glow before they disappeared further down the street. Like I said, the rain is usually good news but not always.

Suddenly all eyes fell on me and the din from a few moments ago was now a silence that seemed to be just as loud as their yelling. I stood up, held out a fist that Pop tapped with his own, and looked back at Mo and the Boykins twins with a grin.

“Mitchell Robinson is gonna be the next great Knick.”

That sent the four of them into a new round of debate as I walked out into the rain and pulled my yellow hoodie up over my head. There weren't many people on the street, but the few that were all headed in the same direction: down the street and around the corner. The corner blocked the sight, but I could see the blue and red flash of police lights reflecting off the buildings.

A few minutes later I stood in front of police tape. My hood kept my head dry against the slow pitter patter of rain. The crime scene was at the playground just around the corner from Pop’s. Two uniformed cops kept the small crowd gathering back from the scene, but everyone could see through them to the white tarp covering a dead body sprawled out in a sandbox. There were murmurs and talk rippling through the crowd. I didn't take part, but I listened and got the gist. The body under the tarp was Bobbito Garcia, seventeen years old and a nearby resident. This part of Harlem bordered Spanish Harlem, so black and brown did a lot of co-mingling in this area. Someone said he had his girlfriend with him when he got shot, someone said they heard the shots and turned around to see Bobbito falling to the ground and an unknown shooter running from the scene.

A detective in a cheap suit walked through the crowd, flashing a badge. I started to fade back into the crowd to avoid being seen. The less police attention I attracted, the better. From my vantage point I could see the crime scene and the few places the officers had protected from the rain. Bobbito's body was covered, as was a small space I assumed covered up the murder weapon. A plastic baggie lay on the ground with a small card inside. I couldn't make out the words scribbled on the card, but I saw the logo in the middle of the card as clear as day. A bright red crown, dripping blood.

Who murders a seventeen year old kid execution style and leaves a calling card?

I didn't know, but I was going to find out.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

P O W E R M A N
P O W E R M A N

^{“If someone puts their hands on you make sure they never put their hands on anybody else again.”
-- Malcolm X}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Luke Cage FKA Carl Lucas _________________________________________________________ 32 | Single _________________________________________________________ Heroes for Hire | American A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Danny Rand - H4H Partner ◼ Misty Knight - Ex NYPD cop ◼ Katana - Samurai ◼ Grace Choi - Metahuman ◼ Sister Mercy - Harlem conman A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Tobia Whale - Gangster ◼ Lt. Alex Stone - NYPD Detective ◼ Black Tarantula - Hitman - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ XX - Post Name -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ An up and coming prosecutor in the New York District Attorney's office, Carl Lucas' life was shattered when he was accused by NYPD officers of running a drug theft and distribution scam. Framed for a crime he did not commit, Carl was sent to prison. While there he volunteered for a dangerous experiment to give a normal human metahuman abilities. The experiment spiraled out of control and an explosion tore through the prison. Cage survived thanks to the experiment outfitting him with steel hardened skin and super strength. The world at large thought Carl Lucas was head, and he was. The man who took his place was Luke Cage. Cage returned back to New York and began to investigate his framing. That led him to the door of James Proswell, his former superior at the DA's office. Cage had been taken down because he was getting to close to a dark truth at the heart of the NYPD. Before Proswell could say more, he doubled over dead of a heart attack. This crusade caused Luke to cross paths with the Iron Fist himself, Danny Rand. The two men decided to go into business for themselves as the Heroes for Hire. While Cage works days and nights for H4H, he continues to do what he can to look into the people who had tried to stop him and what they had try to stop him from. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ Big Trouble in Little Mogadishu Cage heads uptown to a Brooklyn neighborhood nicknamed Little Mogadishu in search of a missing teen. The nickname is appropriate as it is a viper's nest of criminal organizations, drug dealers who style themselves as warlords, and feudal territories. Luke enters the fray as a catalyst to an already tense situation. War breaks out on all sides and Cage has to navigate the shifting landscape of grudges and alliances in order to stay alive and find his missing person. Gimme The Loot When a local art dealer has his priceless art collection stolen by a crazed billionaire recluse, H4H is hired by the dealer to get it back. Needing an expert in "asset recovery" Danny and Luke join forces with Scott Lang to break into the billionaire's seemingly impentrible fortess to steal it back. No Justice No Peace High-powered defense attorney Matt Murdock hires Cage to investigate the credibility of a witness in a police-involved shooting case. Cage uncovers a seedy cabal of corrupt cops in the local NYPD precinct.

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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