Richard Blonoff
Make America Rassle Again
Real Name: Abel Hunnicutt
Gimmick Name: Abel Hunnicutt
Announced As: Abel Hunnicutt
Height: 610
Weight: 267 Pounds
Hometown: Sweetwater, Texas
Billed From: Deadhorse, Alaska
Alignment: Heel
Fill in the Blanks With Your Information:
Introducing first from Dead Horse, Alaska, weighing 267 pounds, Abel Hunnicutt!
Appearance:
----------------Hair Colour/Length: Black, shoulder length
----------------Eye Colour: Blue
----------------Facial Hair: Large, dishevelled beard
----------------Ring attire: Blue jeans, black wrist-tape, black workman boots, white vest
----------------Backstage Attire: The same as above
----------------Physical Features: Burns on the left side of his face, scars cover his left arm, tall, stocky frame
----------------Tattoos: N/A
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Main Gimmick: A pessimistic, violent, loner being trained and coached by former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Steven Holmes.
2 Characteristics of Gimmick:
- Violent Pessimist
- Apprentice of Steven Holmes
Brief Bio/History: Born to a violent father, Hunnicutt has inherited MAO-A, also known as the warrior gene. Taking himself to the worlds very edge (Deadhorse), Abel has sealed himself off from society as to avoid fits of rage. Sometimes they inevitably creep out and alongside that comes a philosophical view that the world is nothing but one big great gaping abyss and while we look at it, it looks back into us.
Seeing potential after a chance meeting, former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Steven Holmes, himself no longer capable of getting in the ring due a severe back injury sustained following Kingdom Come VI, has decided to train Hunnicutt seeking to wreak havoc on WZCW once more.
Entrance Music: First few chords of Beethovens 5th interrupted by The Immigrant Song by Karen O (with Trent Reznor & Atticus Rose)
Entrance Description: A spotlight shines down as Beethoven blasts out and Steven Holmes enters first, complete with cane. He signals at the entrance way where the music turns to The Immigrant Song. Then Hunnicutt emerges, a sneering smirk on his face. He marches to the ring, following Holmes before overtaking him to hold the ring ropes open for his master. He then enters by stepping over the top ropes and bows to the crowd as Holmes presents him.
Fighting Style: Power Brawler
Previous Injuries/Character Psyche: Scars on arm from childhood incidents, burns to face a result of oil rig accident. Various broken bones in hand, fractures to jaw (general fighting injuries, etc )
Finishing Moves (2 max):
- Aristocracy Reigns (Camel Clutch Adopted from Steven Holmes)
- Worlds End (Tombstone Piledriver)
Signature Moves (3 max):
- Flapjack into a Hangman
- STO into Clawhold
- Superiority Reflex (Pop-Up European Uppercut - Adapted from Steven Holmes)
12 Most Used Moves:
- Abdominal Stretch
- Big Boot
- Body Avalanche
- Double Foot Stomp
- European Uppercut
- Fists and Forearms in the Corner (ala Vader)
- Flapjack
- Pointed Elbow Drop (Sometimes Repeated, Occasionally from the Middle Rope)
- Running Double Axehandle
- Snake Eyes
- Swinging Neckbreaker
- Various Punch, Stomp, Chop Combinations
Sample RP:
A naked light bulb dangles above a pitch black room. It omits a slight, dingy light. Below it sits a dishevelled figure. A large, scraggily beard adorns his face and a black hair oozes from his head over his face. In turn, his face casts shadows of an unholy quality over these and his other features.
???: My name is Abel Hunnicutt. Im 30 years old, born in Sweetwater, Texas and lived my last 13 years in Deadhorse, Alaska at the edge of existence itself.
My pa was ex-military, and he never fit into civilisation, yknow? He was always ready for war and he brought those demons home with him.
Hunnicutt lifts his left arm into shadow, revealing scar tissue all the way up and down the arm. He examines it.
Hunnicutt: I like to think this is just an outward expression of what I feel inside. Ysee my daddy carried a burden inside him. Science calls it MAO-A. A simpler way to label it would be the warrior gene. Its hereditary. The sins of the father and all that jazz, man.
Chuckling, Hunnicutt lowers his arm. He abruptly stops laughing.
Hunnicutt: A storm brews inside me and it rages like the dying against the light. Darkness threatens to take my very soul, my very existence. So when I was 17 I packed up and left deepest Texas for Deadhorse, my home away from home. I figured moving to the very last place this planet can establish civilisation made the most sense. There aint gonna be no one in Deadhorse I said, no one worth keeping up with.
I worked oil mostly for the past 13 years. Thats where I got these.
Now he turns his head to the right to reveal burns across the left side of his face.
Hunnicutt: A bit of symmetry, know what I mean?
Again he chuckles, turning his head back to the starting position. This time he continues to laugh.
Hunnicutt: You know whats real funny though? I was wrong. Deadhorse was my kind of town. What I didnt reckon on was other lost souls like yours truly wandering. I didnt see it as a gathering place, a precipice on the edge of an abyss. And we all looked into that abyss, and you know what? It looked back into us. And when it looked into me all it saw was rage and anger and a shadow cast by my pops. A fire burns in me, one that can only be dulled, but never extinguished.
The laughing has stopped, only a serious look comes across Hunnicutts face now.
Hunnicutt: My inner demons come out and play from time to time, but I keep them mostly in check. Lately though Ive been having problems. I was let go from the oil. Foreman said something he shouldnt so now hes missing pieces of him that he shouldnt. So no income. Ive been blackballed from the only game in town.
Now I dont believe in fate or none of that, but it was one hell of a coincidence that you just happened to saddle up into town when my anger was just about to overcome and devour me whole, bones and all, ya hear?
On the opposite side of the room, where Hunnicutt himself stares at, an outline of a figure can be seen and alongside it is a red dot a camera recording this conversation.
???: Oh, I hear you.
Hunnicutt: Two guys like us, were like oil and water. We shouldnt mix, but strange things happen sometimes. When you told me your story and I told you mine, well it would be a damn shame not to capitalise on this opportunity in front of our noses. Me, looking to go on a reign of terror, from time to time of course, and you, simply looking to reign. Now that would be a shame to pass up
Hunnicutt stands, for the first time we realise his height. His face and upper body disappear into darkness as only his midsection and below is now illuminated.
Hunnicutt: So, what do you say, partner?
His mammoth hand now enters the light. It lingers there for a moment when another hand, from another individual shares the light. They shake.
???: I think we have ourselves a deal.
From Hunnicutts point of view, the face of the gentlemen opposite is shown for the first time. Its Steven Holmes, former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, and he smiles like the devil himself.
Gimmick Name: Abel Hunnicutt
Announced As: Abel Hunnicutt
Height: 610
Weight: 267 Pounds
Hometown: Sweetwater, Texas
Billed From: Deadhorse, Alaska
Alignment: Heel
Fill in the Blanks With Your Information:
Introducing first from Dead Horse, Alaska, weighing 267 pounds, Abel Hunnicutt!
Appearance:
----------------Hair Colour/Length: Black, shoulder length
----------------Eye Colour: Blue
----------------Facial Hair: Large, dishevelled beard
----------------Ring attire: Blue jeans, black wrist-tape, black workman boots, white vest
----------------Backstage Attire: The same as above
----------------Physical Features: Burns on the left side of his face, scars cover his left arm, tall, stocky frame
----------------Tattoos: N/A
Sample Pic of Wrestler:
Main Gimmick: A pessimistic, violent, loner being trained and coached by former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Steven Holmes.
2 Characteristics of Gimmick:
- Violent Pessimist
- Apprentice of Steven Holmes
Brief Bio/History: Born to a violent father, Hunnicutt has inherited MAO-A, also known as the warrior gene. Taking himself to the worlds very edge (Deadhorse), Abel has sealed himself off from society as to avoid fits of rage. Sometimes they inevitably creep out and alongside that comes a philosophical view that the world is nothing but one big great gaping abyss and while we look at it, it looks back into us.
Seeing potential after a chance meeting, former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion Steven Holmes, himself no longer capable of getting in the ring due a severe back injury sustained following Kingdom Come VI, has decided to train Hunnicutt seeking to wreak havoc on WZCW once more.
Entrance Music: First few chords of Beethovens 5th interrupted by The Immigrant Song by Karen O (with Trent Reznor & Atticus Rose)
Entrance Description: A spotlight shines down as Beethoven blasts out and Steven Holmes enters first, complete with cane. He signals at the entrance way where the music turns to The Immigrant Song. Then Hunnicutt emerges, a sneering smirk on his face. He marches to the ring, following Holmes before overtaking him to hold the ring ropes open for his master. He then enters by stepping over the top ropes and bows to the crowd as Holmes presents him.
Fighting Style: Power Brawler
Previous Injuries/Character Psyche: Scars on arm from childhood incidents, burns to face a result of oil rig accident. Various broken bones in hand, fractures to jaw (general fighting injuries, etc )
Finishing Moves (2 max):
- Aristocracy Reigns (Camel Clutch Adopted from Steven Holmes)
- Worlds End (Tombstone Piledriver)
Signature Moves (3 max):
- Flapjack into a Hangman
- STO into Clawhold
- Superiority Reflex (Pop-Up European Uppercut - Adapted from Steven Holmes)
12 Most Used Moves:
- Abdominal Stretch
- Big Boot
- Body Avalanche
- Double Foot Stomp
- European Uppercut
- Fists and Forearms in the Corner (ala Vader)
- Flapjack
- Pointed Elbow Drop (Sometimes Repeated, Occasionally from the Middle Rope)
- Running Double Axehandle
- Snake Eyes
- Swinging Neckbreaker
- Various Punch, Stomp, Chop Combinations
Sample RP:
A naked light bulb dangles above a pitch black room. It omits a slight, dingy light. Below it sits a dishevelled figure. A large, scraggily beard adorns his face and a black hair oozes from his head over his face. In turn, his face casts shadows of an unholy quality over these and his other features.
???: My name is Abel Hunnicutt. Im 30 years old, born in Sweetwater, Texas and lived my last 13 years in Deadhorse, Alaska at the edge of existence itself.
My pa was ex-military, and he never fit into civilisation, yknow? He was always ready for war and he brought those demons home with him.
Hunnicutt lifts his left arm into shadow, revealing scar tissue all the way up and down the arm. He examines it.
Hunnicutt: I like to think this is just an outward expression of what I feel inside. Ysee my daddy carried a burden inside him. Science calls it MAO-A. A simpler way to label it would be the warrior gene. Its hereditary. The sins of the father and all that jazz, man.
Chuckling, Hunnicutt lowers his arm. He abruptly stops laughing.
Hunnicutt: A storm brews inside me and it rages like the dying against the light. Darkness threatens to take my very soul, my very existence. So when I was 17 I packed up and left deepest Texas for Deadhorse, my home away from home. I figured moving to the very last place this planet can establish civilisation made the most sense. There aint gonna be no one in Deadhorse I said, no one worth keeping up with.
I worked oil mostly for the past 13 years. Thats where I got these.
Now he turns his head to the right to reveal burns across the left side of his face.
Hunnicutt: A bit of symmetry, know what I mean?
Again he chuckles, turning his head back to the starting position. This time he continues to laugh.
Hunnicutt: You know whats real funny though? I was wrong. Deadhorse was my kind of town. What I didnt reckon on was other lost souls like yours truly wandering. I didnt see it as a gathering place, a precipice on the edge of an abyss. And we all looked into that abyss, and you know what? It looked back into us. And when it looked into me all it saw was rage and anger and a shadow cast by my pops. A fire burns in me, one that can only be dulled, but never extinguished.
The laughing has stopped, only a serious look comes across Hunnicutts face now.
Hunnicutt: My inner demons come out and play from time to time, but I keep them mostly in check. Lately though Ive been having problems. I was let go from the oil. Foreman said something he shouldnt so now hes missing pieces of him that he shouldnt. So no income. Ive been blackballed from the only game in town.
Now I dont believe in fate or none of that, but it was one hell of a coincidence that you just happened to saddle up into town when my anger was just about to overcome and devour me whole, bones and all, ya hear?
On the opposite side of the room, where Hunnicutt himself stares at, an outline of a figure can be seen and alongside it is a red dot a camera recording this conversation.
???: Oh, I hear you.
Hunnicutt: Two guys like us, were like oil and water. We shouldnt mix, but strange things happen sometimes. When you told me your story and I told you mine, well it would be a damn shame not to capitalise on this opportunity in front of our noses. Me, looking to go on a reign of terror, from time to time of course, and you, simply looking to reign. Now that would be a shame to pass up
Hunnicutt stands, for the first time we realise his height. His face and upper body disappear into darkness as only his midsection and below is now illuminated.
Hunnicutt: So, what do you say, partner?
His mammoth hand now enters the light. It lingers there for a moment when another hand, from another individual shares the light. They shake.
???: I think we have ourselves a deal.
From Hunnicutts point of view, the face of the gentlemen opposite is shown for the first time. Its Steven Holmes, former WZCW World Heavyweight Champion, and he smiles like the devil himself.
