As a big dude and a huge fan of Tazz, I would basically be a suplex machine.
As far as the gimmick goes, I would start off with run-ins of lower midcard matches and destroy both competitors. Keep this up for about 3 weeks without saying a word, announcers are trying to find out who I am.
Seperately at the next PPV I interupt whatever Intercontinental Championship match and once again clear the ring. At this point, 4 weeks in, I've taken out 8 guys...maybe 10 if I left some random people destroyed backstage.
Next night on RAW, I hit the ring...no music(old school Bundy style), take the mic from Justin Roberts then nail him with a clothesline. Then this...
"I'm sure you're wondering who I am. I know you're asking why am I here. (Random WWE Champion), you have what I desire. You hold in your possesion the WWE Championship. What you carry around like a prize, I covet. The WWE Championship means you are the best wrestler in this company, in this world. And you (random WWE Champ) are not worthy to carry it.
Now, I'm aware that I am new here. I understand that there is a process to how things are done around here. I know that I would need to prove myself to the people in power in the back and the people in power sitting pretty in WWE Headquarters; that I am the ONLY one worthy of carrying that WWE Title. But who I don't need to prove myself to...is YOU. The "WWE Universe". See I don't need to prove anything to you because you will never accept me. I'm not your typical pretty boy, I don't flip around like I have no sense in this ring to entertain you. I'm not some master of a million holds.
I just hurt people. And so far without having a match I have single-handedly taken out 10 of your beloved 'Superstars'. And I will keep taking them out until there is only one person left. And that's you (Random WWE Champ). See it's simple, process of elimination...I will end the careers of everyone here until I take the Intercontinental Tilte, and then the WWE Title. Because I don't kiss ass, I won't play any political games, I will just hurt people until there is literally NOBODY LEFT. Will it take time? Yes, but I have nothing else to do...but erase everybody off this roster. A virtual...GENOCIDE."
You'll later learn tha Genocide is the name. I will then go on the most impressive losing streak possible by getting DQ'd or my wins being reversed for the amount of violence a dish out. But the midcard face champion (IC) challenges me by the PPV and he gets it.
After that it really writes itself. Hopefully when I cut that promo a heel is the WWE Champ, but he loses it to a 'Cena/Punk/Orton' face by the time I challenge for it.
As far as the gimmick goes, I would start off with run-ins of lower midcard matches and destroy both competitors. Keep this up for about 3 weeks without saying a word, announcers are trying to find out who I am.
Seperately at the next PPV I interupt whatever Intercontinental Championship match and once again clear the ring. At this point, 4 weeks in, I've taken out 8 guys...maybe 10 if I left some random people destroyed backstage.
Next night on RAW, I hit the ring...no music(old school Bundy style), take the mic from Justin Roberts then nail him with a clothesline. Then this...
"I'm sure you're wondering who I am. I know you're asking why am I here. (Random WWE Champion), you have what I desire. You hold in your possesion the WWE Championship. What you carry around like a prize, I covet. The WWE Championship means you are the best wrestler in this company, in this world. And you (random WWE Champ) are not worthy to carry it.
Now, I'm aware that I am new here. I understand that there is a process to how things are done around here. I know that I would need to prove myself to the people in power in the back and the people in power sitting pretty in WWE Headquarters; that I am the ONLY one worthy of carrying that WWE Title. But who I don't need to prove myself to...is YOU. The "WWE Universe". See I don't need to prove anything to you because you will never accept me. I'm not your typical pretty boy, I don't flip around like I have no sense in this ring to entertain you. I'm not some master of a million holds.
I just hurt people. And so far without having a match I have single-handedly taken out 10 of your beloved 'Superstars'. And I will keep taking them out until there is only one person left. And that's you (Random WWE Champ). See it's simple, process of elimination...I will end the careers of everyone here until I take the Intercontinental Tilte, and then the WWE Title. Because I don't kiss ass, I won't play any political games, I will just hurt people until there is literally NOBODY LEFT. Will it take time? Yes, but I have nothing else to do...but erase everybody off this roster. A virtual...GENOCIDE."
You'll later learn tha Genocide is the name. I will then go on the most impressive losing streak possible by getting DQ'd or my wins being reversed for the amount of violence a dish out. But the midcard face champion (IC) challenges me by the PPV and he gets it.
After that it really writes itself. Hopefully when I cut that promo a heel is the WWE Champ, but he loses it to a 'Cena/Punk/Orton' face by the time I challenge for it.