Hmmmm
what to do
what to do
Should we have a match or something?
among players?
what to do
what to do
Should we have a match or something?
among players?
Stekkmen
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Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
7 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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Got to get back into the swing of the things
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In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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Bio
I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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"I-van, I-van, I-van!" Mikhail Azarov muttered to himself after the match as he changed into his plain clothes. While he could get used to the praise, he imagined they were mostly cheering him on just to spite Max. He grinned to himself. How ridiculous. Word spread quickly around the place about that big match with Max Power. They were bringing in a new roster of wrestlers, some of which have already made names for themselves. Like Ivan. Now he was at the center of controversy, so to speak. Again, not much as to his charming good looks, but because Max got booed. A lot.
Poor Max.
Mikhail took off his ridiculous USSR sweat band and into his little locker. His costume wasn't much, to say the least. The sweatband, wrestling trunks, and his chest hair. He laughed again. Oh boy, he cracked himself up! What kind of person laughs at his own jokes? Putting on an XXL t-shirt, a green vest, some jeans, and a pair of relatively well polished shoes, he exited the quiet locker room. Some of his co-workers chatted around the place, most he did not recognized, but with the big show coming up, he assumed he would get to know them soon enough. But right now, he did not feel like socializing. He felt like going back to his hotel and watching TV. Or plotting his take-down of the capitalist regime.
He opened the door into the cool night, and thought back to the match again. How had they cheered him on? Ivan was not the good guy! Who cheers for a guy named Ivan? Some people could be so resentful. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry. Maybe he would stop by his local chicken place for some wings.
Truly, Mikhail was living the American dream.
Poor Max.
Mikhail took off his ridiculous USSR sweat band and into his little locker. His costume wasn't much, to say the least. The sweatband, wrestling trunks, and his chest hair. He laughed again. Oh boy, he cracked himself up! What kind of person laughs at his own jokes? Putting on an XXL t-shirt, a green vest, some jeans, and a pair of relatively well polished shoes, he exited the quiet locker room. Some of his co-workers chatted around the place, most he did not recognized, but with the big show coming up, he assumed he would get to know them soon enough. But right now, he did not feel like socializing. He felt like going back to his hotel and watching TV. Or plotting his take-down of the capitalist regime.
He opened the door into the cool night, and thought back to the match again. How had they cheered him on? Ivan was not the good guy! Who cheers for a guy named Ivan? Some people could be so resentful. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry. Maybe he would stop by his local chicken place for some wings.
Truly, Mikhail was living the American dream.
I'm pretty excited for this.
So, when do we start? Directly after the match, or after Jack announced his plan?
So, when do we start? Directly after the match, or after Jack announced his plan?
IVAN IVANOVICH IVANOWSKY
Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov
Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia"
Height: 6'10
Weight: 354 Lbs
Entrance Music: youtu.be/x2YlbiyiuMc (edited for more dramatic effect)
Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism.
Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out among themselves.
Biography: Born in Fairbanks, Alaska many years before the collapse of the Soviet Union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never any close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height.
He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the apparently obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough, and he enjoys being a goofy bad guy.
He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day.
The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon.
Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws.
Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop.
Over the shoulder slam
Common Moves:
Head Punch
Atomic Drop
DDT
Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch
Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them. Of course, it usually ends up being dodged.
Bulldog
Big Slap
Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov
Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia"
Height: 6'10
Weight: 354 Lbs
Entrance Music: youtu.be/x2YlbiyiuMc (edited for more dramatic effect)
Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism.
Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out among themselves.
Biography: Born in Fairbanks, Alaska many years before the collapse of the Soviet Union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never any close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height.
He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the apparently obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough, and he enjoys being a goofy bad guy.
He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day.
The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon.
Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws.
Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop.
Over the shoulder slam
Common Moves:
Head Punch
Atomic Drop
DDT
Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch
Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them. Of course, it usually ends up being dodged.
Bulldog
Big Slap
Okay
to both of those things
it'd be pretty cool if you did that actually
to both of those things
it'd be pretty cool if you did that actually
The monster glanced down, almost condescendingly. As the soldier approached, the whole creature shuddered violently. It fell to it's knees, before shaking again. Suddenly, flying creatures the size of cows erupted from it's spine. Large created with segmented thorax's, faces like a Praying Mantis', and bulbous abdomens filled with a orange-jelly like liquid. They flew unbalanced, their large wings slapping meatily against their backs. It looked like a miracle they were even in the air. But there was a dozen of them, and they descended on the soldier, picking him up with legs that dug into his body, hoisted him far up into the air, and dropped him over fifty feet.
We serve, we serve, we serve! Silence. Do not speak, but kill the enemies. Do it now. He stood to his feet, standing idly as he watched his companions spit burning orange liquid upon his tiny foes. Some rolled around on the ground when they got hit, and they burst into flames. Some of his companions exploded into gore as they were shot out the sky, raining ever more hateful liquid onto his enemies.
The large monster felt pleased. His smaller companions were starting to awaken after that strange happening. He watched, satisfied, as his symbiotic allies did his dirty work for him.
We serve, we serve, we serve! Silence. Do not speak, but kill the enemies. Do it now. He stood to his feet, standing idly as he watched his companions spit burning orange liquid upon his tiny foes. Some rolled around on the ground when they got hit, and they burst into flames. Some of his companions exploded into gore as they were shot out the sky, raining ever more hateful liquid onto his enemies.
The large monster felt pleased. His smaller companions were starting to awaken after that strange happening. He watched, satisfied, as his symbiotic allies did his dirty work for him.
IVAN IVANOVICH IVANOWSKY
Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov
Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia"
Height: 6'10
Weight: 354 Lbs
Entrance Music: youtu.be/x2YlbiyiuMc (edited for more dramatic effect)
Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism.
Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out amongst themselves.
Biography: Born in Fairbanks Alaska many years before the collapse of the soviet union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never and close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height.
He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough.
He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day.
The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon.
Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws.
Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop.
Over the shoulder slam
Common Moves:
Head Punch
Atomic Drop
DDT
Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch
Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them
Bulldog
Big Slap
Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov
Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia"
Height: 6'10
Weight: 354 Lbs
Entrance Music: youtu.be/x2YlbiyiuMc (edited for more dramatic effect)
Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism.
Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out amongst themselves.
Biography: Born in Fairbanks Alaska many years before the collapse of the soviet union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never and close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height.
He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough.
He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day.
The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon.
Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws.
Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop.
Over the shoulder slam
Common Moves:
Head Punch
Atomic Drop
DDT
Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch
Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them
Bulldog
Big Slap
Sweeeet.
I'm unna make my character in...
uh
a few hours here
I'm unna make my character in...
uh
a few hours here
hm
I feel like this is losing steam
it's kinda weird for me to be both the Threat and the UNT
and also that means that you have less control over the UNT because I have some control as well
okay so
I'm gonna just start cranking out the minions
rek the scouts
and then the real fight can begin when the big guns arrive
Does that sound
okay?
I feel like this is losing steam
it's kinda weird for me to be both the Threat and the UNT
and also that means that you have less control over the UNT because I have some control as well
okay so
I'm gonna just start cranking out the minions
rek the scouts
and then the real fight can begin when the big guns arrive
Does that sound
okay?
oke doke
So do you want me to kill all the scouts first before the corporal reaches command?
So do you want me to kill all the scouts first before the corporal reaches command?
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