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Jeb Fisher
« on: May 15, 2017, 12:06:36 AM »
    JEB FISHER

    CHARACTER INFORMATION
    NAME: Jeb Fisher
    NICKNAME: Barbaric
    DATE OF BIRTH: July, 4th, 1995
    PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: 6/2/17
    HEIGHT: 6'3"
    WEIGHT: 250 lbs
    BILLED FROM: Las Vegas, Nevada
    ALIGNMENT: Heel
    ENTRANCE MUSIC: " Seven Enemies " by Hatebreed
    PICBASE: David Gunn
    TWITTER HANDLE: @GoodOlBobFisher


    PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
    Former prison inmate, he got most of personality out of the clink and being raised by his dysfunctional step-father Bob Fisher. Strong, foul, fuck  you up kind of mentality. Jeb goes out of his way to prove that he is no bitch, getting himself into situations that he may not be able to win. He never backs down, and being so new to the industry of wrestling he takes every loss like a learning experience. He hates being showed up, but when when someones does get the better of him he takes notice. Learns from his failures.


    APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
    Bulky, Beefy if you will for his size. Dirty blond hair and a face that shows how many times he's been struck in it.

    IN-RING GEAR:
    Black / White boxing trunks, Black Knee pads w/ Black boots. Wrist tape and finger tape on both hands.


    STYLE & MOVESET
    WRESTLING STYLE: Gritty, grapple heavy, in your face brawler
    STANDING
    • Cradle DDT
    • Snap Suplex
    • Clinched Knee Strikes to the face followed by an overhead toss
    • Full Nelson
    • Multiple Rib-breakers
    • Tossing Powerbomb
    • Reverse Russian Leg Sweep
    • Shin Kick
    • Front Facelock w/ Knees to the sternum
    • Firemens Carry followed by strikes to the skull
    • Sleeper Hold
    • Cross Face Chickenwing
    • Everest German Suplex
    • Dropkick to the Knee
    • Stiff Back Suplex
    • Wristlock W/ Strike to the back of the elbow
    • Driving his elbow into various body parts

    GROUND
    • Face Smear
    • Fist Drop
    • Pressure Point Holds
    • Wrist Lock while standing on head
    • Body Lock w/ Stomach Claw
    • Neck Crank
    • Finger Bending
    • Stepping on the back on an opponents head, smashing his face in the mat

    RUNNING
    • Forearm Smash
    • Shin Kick
    • Dropkick to the Knee
    • Face Scratch

    AERIAL
    • Moonsault

    TAUNTS
    • Striking his Fists Together
    • Punching himself in the Jaw
    • Slapping the side of his skull

    SIGNATURE
    CONPLEX: Deadlift Pumphandle Fallaway Slam
    RIP THE LIQUOR: Reverse-spin scoop powerslam
    SOAP DROP: Full Nelson Bomb
    FLIPPY SHIT: Rolling Senton


    FINISHER
    ABANDON ALL HOPE: Jumping Piledriver
    GOOD MORNING VIETNAM : Avalanche Flipping Piledriver (Use with Care)



    CHARACTER BACKGROUND
    TBA (until then look at personality)

    4CW CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD


    OTHER CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD


    REGULAR ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
    The Loud and Melodic guitar chords of "Seven Enemies" by Hatebreed strum out throughout the arena. After a few moments Jeb Fisher pushes his way out through the black curtains, a shark like smile on his face - he violently shakes his head. Slapping himself in the side of the skull a few times before turning his attention to Bob Fisher who was hobbling his way out of the back. Bob was shouting off random shit talking and hyping up his boy Jeb. Jeb's tongue flicks out of his mouth before he sets his sights on the arena pointing to it and marching down the ramp.

    As Jeb makes it down to the ring he stops, waiting for Bob to walk up the steels steps and enter through the middle rope. Bob then does the unthinkable and snatches the microphone away from powers. He stands in the middle of the ring and gets a sickening grin on his face before putting the microphone up to his lips 


    FISHER: "I'm gonna' need all you cocksuckers to shut the fuck up right about now... WEIGHING IN AT A JACKED AND FUCKIN' STACKED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS OF PURE FUCK YOUR SHIT! HE CALLS THE HOOKER SCENE IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA HIS HOME. HE'LL MAKE YOUR WIFE SCREAM AND YOU'RE DAUGHTER CREAM WHILE THEY ARE DOWN ON THEIR KNEES. HE IS BARRRBARRIICCCC JEEEEBBB FIIISHHHHER "

    Bob throws down the microphone and Jeb jumps up onto the ring apron before quickly going in through the middle rope. He bounces around the ring a few times stretching out his muscles and punching himself in the face with what seem to be vicious blows. Jeb then lets out a manacle, yet full of himself laugh followed by him beating on his chest. Bob smirks to himself as Jeb gets comfertable in his corner. 


    CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
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    HANDLER INFORMATION
    NAME: Dickface Twatwaffle
    AGE: 420
    EXPERIENCE: 024
    PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: Pony Express

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