Xander LeBelle

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  1. Rainbow Yaz

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    Real Name: Alexandre Perrot

    Gimmick Name: "The Class Act" Xander LeBelle or "The World's Greatest Mind" Xander LeBelle

    Announced As:

    Once in the arena: "We ask you all, at this time for near perfect silence so that Xander may make his way to the ring...(Once the crowd is quiet)...Making his way to the ring, from The City of Light, and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds, he is 'The World's Greatest Mind' Xander LeBelle".

    Height: 6'1"

    Weight: 215

    Hometown: Troyes, Champagne, France

    Billed From: Paris, France (otherwise known as 'The City of Light')

    Alignment: Heel


    ----------------Hair Colour/Length

    Blonde hair just long enough to be slick back and touch the back of his neck

    ----------------Eye Colour


    ----------------Facial Hair

    Five O'Clock Shadow

    ----------------Ring attire

    Black tights, with white rose designs on them, white boots with black designs on them, black elbow pads, and white or black gloves. Entering the ring, he is typically seen wearing a pair of bottle glasses.

    ----------------Backstage Attire

    Dresses entirely in black and white suits, with the occasional red tie or red bow tie.

    ----------------Physical Features

    Not entirely without muscle, but would be considered on the smaller size. He's lean with some muscle, I guess. He's bulked up since he was last in WZCW. He's also what many would would consider a rather handsome man.


    None. (Although there is a mark from a removed dragon tattoo on his chest, should you look close enough)

    Sample Pic of Wrestler:


    Main Gimmick: Aristocratic Thief with the mannerisms of a gentlemen, and the actions of a brutish monster. A real Mr. Hyde, without the Dr. Jekyll. And he can get away with it, because he is a French diplomat.

    2 Characteristics of Gimmick:
    - He wants it? He'll take it. Although, specifically he has his eyes set on winning matches, expensive items, beautiful ladies, and anything that bring him power.
    - Cheating. Cheating wherever he can. Cheating at times nobody would ever expect there to be cheating. Just lots, and lots of cheating.

    Brief Bio/History:
    Once a thief as a young teenager, he was once one of the bigger name thieves in France at one point in history, with a huge bounty for whoever turned in his identity. Nobody ever did claim that bounty, but he was caught during an ambush by the police. After some rehabilitation courses, he decided to step into the realm of professional wrestling with his brash, yet classy attitude. If you've heard this story before, it's probably because you may have known this man better by the name of Le Gentleman Masque. And if that's the case, you know how that story went. One time Tag Team Champion with the man who would later become a massive star in WZCW, The Beard, as a part of the team known as 'The Bearded Gentlemen'. He mysteriously vanished from WZCW right after losing the WZCW Tag Team Championship, claiming that he needed some time before he would be ready to come back. He left behind only his calling card, a slightly torched version of a small paper red mask, before doing so.

    But what if I told you that he had always been watching for a while from a far, biding his time until the day he could actually one day return and come back to WZCW? Well, in that time, he got to watch a newcomer rise up through the ranks by the name of elegANT. A masked gentleman hero. He thought nothing of it at first, but reality set in once his former partner, The Beard, started teaming with him and using a corruption of their tag name. Le Gentleman Masque believed that he had been replaced. Insulted and bitter, he slowly fell back into old habits, and it wasn't long before he found his life to be a wreck. Then he had an idea. If were to rise up in the ranks and become a french diplomat to America, his old "games" he used to play as a teenager would be fair game due to diplomatic immunity. His plan went without a hitch, and soon he found a way back to America. It was on one of his many escapades, he met a manager by the name of Andrew Adonis. And after hearing Le Gentleman Masque's story, he talked Xander into returning to WZCW with him as his manager.

    Entrance Music:

    Entrance Description:
    <Whoever is the announcer> holds the microphone to their face. "We ask you all, at this time for near perfect silence so that Xander LeBelle may make his entrance." The crowd boos at the announcement, and becomes restless at the idea of having to quiet down for an entrance, but soon enough, the crowd goes quiet and Xander's music hits:

    [Insert theme here]

    With a lit cigar in his mouth, and gold tipped cane in his hands, Xander enters the arena hands tucked to his side. Leaning up against nearest back wall, he stops to take a few puffs of his cigar while scanning the arena through his bottle glasses. After dropping his cigar ash to the floor, he puts the cigar back in his mouth and strolls to the ring, dropping off his cane to lean it on the apron as he enters the ring. After giving the referee both his cigar, and glasses, he heads up to the turnbuckle closest to his cane. If he's not the last to enter, he should look towards the ramp for his incoming opponent. If not, he can just look at who's in the ring.

    Fighting Style (1 primary, 1 secondary):
    Brawler (Primary)
    Psychologist, I suppose is the best phrase to describe. (Secondary)

    Previous Injuries/Character Psyche:

    Xander is incredibly petty and incredibly bitter. When angered, he's likely to lose control of himself and make irrational judgement.

    Not exactly amazingly strong or amazing resilient, per se. He's more of a technical person in the ring, relying mostly on his wit.

    And despite all that's changed about him, he won't get in the ring to fight a woman.

    Finishing Moves:

    The Rose's Thorn (Curb Stomp)
    A Touch of Class (An Illegal Strike to the head with his golden cane while the referee isn't looking)

    3 Signature Moves:

    Guillotine Leg Drop
    Butterfly Suplex
    Turnbuckle Face Smash

    12 Most Used Moves:

    Knife Edge Chops
    Strong shin kicks
    Elbow to the back of the head
    Sleeper hold
    Knee Smash to the face (to a person on their knees)
    Throat Thrust (ala Goldust)
    Koji Clutch
    Running Big Boot
    Snap DDT

    Sample RP:

    "...Almost there."

    The man in the white suit chortled as he choked down another puff of his cigar. Although it was hard to see out the tinted windows of his limousine, he remembered this location like it was only yesterday. Soon. The car drove into the parking lot and smoke poured out of the limousine as he opened the door. As the man emerged from the back of his Limousine, he first placed his gold-tipped cane to the sidewalk to help push him From out of his seat. As he stepped out, he reached inside of his tuxedo, and pulled out a golden pocket watch. Flipping it open, he held it close to his face to get a good look at it through the thick rims of his glasses.

    "Seventeen hours, and Twenty-Five Minutes." he said to himself, the best he could with his teeth clenched. "Right on time."

    Putting the golden watch back into his pocket, he looked up towards the building in front of him, the WZCW Arena. A towering stadium that was large enough to make the man in the suit seem so small by comparison. To his left and right, he could see fans off in the distance begin to pack the arena as the show was getting ready to start soon.

    "Valet!" The man in the suit shouted into the car.

    "Yes, sir." The man in the front seat replied.

    "Pick me up in Twenty-one hours on the dot, and not a moment sooner."

    "Will do, Mister LeBelle!" he said, enthusiastically.

    LeBelle closed the door behind him and made his walk to the arena. Not a few steps later, he heard someone talking to him.

    "Do I know you?" they said, in a nasaly tone.

    What an irritating question. He turned to see a man roughly his height, but about forty pounds heavier with no muscle mass, a shaved bald head, and a bunch of fuzzy brunette hairs on the bottom of his neck. But the thing most prominent to him, was that the man was wearing a Bearded Ants T-Shirt. Oh, how he had plenty of things he could say, but there was a certain phrase that crucial to remember in times like these. 'There is a place and time for everything'.

    "...No. I have never met you in my entire life." Xander said, blowing smoke in the man's face. "And just so you know, you will not be meeting me today, either."

    Xander threw his cigar to the man's feet, praying that his shoelace would catch on fire, before turning and continuing his walk to the arena. Do I know you? Honestly.
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