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Terrence Carter
« on: April 11, 2018, 11:30:07 PM »
TERRENCE CARTER

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Terrence Carter
NICKNAME: Your Boy TC
DATE OF BIRTH: August 19, 1994
PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: First match in 4CW
HEIGHT: 5'11"
WEIGHT: 214 lbs
BILLED FROM: Chicago, Illinois
ALIGNMENT: I don't know yet let me see how he develops
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Straight Like That" by E-40 & B-Legit
PICBASE: Montez Ford
TWITTER HANDLE: @TCYourBoy
DESIRED SHOW: Adrenaline


PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Brash, blunt and gives no fucks. He's proud of his heritage and lets it be known. Has a tendency to make a scene in order to get his way. In his mind he's fighting for what's right and against injustices that have gone ignored for too long.


APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
Terrence's style can best be called unique. He's just as likely to be spotted in a flashy suit as he is to be spotted in jeans and a white t. There is pride in his appearance, to the point of being cocky or arrogant albeit unintentionally. He just likes to be well maintained and look the best he possibly can whenever he's going in public.

IN-RING GEAR:
Black wrestling tights with "Your Boy TC" written in gold down the outside of each leg. Around his neck he'll wear a big gold chain with the letters TC dangling from them (if need be he'll take that chain off and use it as a weapon, will get incredibly mad if someone tries to snatch his chain like they're goddamn Aqib Talib).


STYLE & MOVESET
WRESTLING STYLE: Hybrid (mixture of high flying, technique and just flat out brawling. Doesn't excel at any of them)

STANDING
  • Vertical Suplex
  • Back Body Drop
  • Standing Dropkick

GROUND
  • Standing Senton
  • Leg Drop
  • Double Foot Stomp

RUNNING
  • Running Bulldog
  • Tilt-a-whirl Hurricanrana
  • Shotgun Dropkick

AERIAL
  • Moonsault
  • Diving Headbutt
  • Springboard Cutter

TAUNTS
  • Dust shoulder off over fallen opponent.
  • Will exit the ring and examine his reflection in the lens of a camera
  • Takes selfies with fans

SIGNATURE
YOUR NAME IS TOBY: Pimp Slap
KOBE!: Pop Up Powerbomb with theatrics where he'll mimic shooting a three pointer like he's Kobe Bryant.

FINISHER
SNATCH YO CHAIN: Uranage
BITCHMADE: Belly To Back Swinging Gutbuster


CHARACTER BACKGROUND
Like so many others before him, Terrence is looking to make an impact in the wrestling world by getting his feet under him with one of the biggest companies in the world. What lead to him making that career choice came from a number of different angles. Never excruciatingly poor, but certainly never wealthy, Terrence grew up in a single parent home where his mother worked a paycheck to paycheck job to support him and his younger siblings. While he doesn't talk about them much, his family is a massive driving force in his life. Athletically gifted, as a child he made a vow that he would one day be able to provide for his family much like he had seen a number of other athletes do on momentous occasions like being drafted to an NFL or NBA franchise. Unfortunately that path wasn't for him. While he certainly had talent, it wasn't on an elite level that would make it possible for him to maintain a successful career in any of those sports. So he turned to the next best thing. Professional wrestling, which he has spent the previous two years training for while working a full time, paycheck to paycheck job similar to what his mother had done for her entire life.

4CW CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD
  • "name" Championship (#x)
  • "name" Championship (#x)

OTHER CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD
  • fed "name" Championship (#x)
  • fed "name" Championship (#x)


REGULAR ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION

A piano, accompanied by a brisk beat, begins to play over the public address system as the recognizable sounds of "Straight Like That" by E-40 & B-Legit echoes around the arena. From the backstage area Terrence Carter emerges, serious expression on his face as his head bobs a bit to the beat of the music. Dangling from his neck is his cherished golden chain with a large T and C hanging from it which he reaches up and grasps, holding it out for the camera man who has crept closer to him to see, along with all of the fans watching at home.

"I went from gettin’ a bag to hittin’ the dab
You can run off with the cash but I wouldn’t do that
Got hittas to blast, deliver the gas
Get a line on your ass then we run through that"

Shoving the camera man out of the way, TC picks up his pace and charges down the entrance ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and then quickly popping up to his feet, hustling across to the far turnbuckle which he climbs quickly, holding his chain up once more for the whole world to see as Mike Powers introduces him.

POWERS: "Ladies and Gentlemen... standing 5'11" tall and weighing in at 214 pounds... it's YOUR BOY T-C...... TERRENCE.... CARTER!!"

Continuing to nod along to the beat, Terrence leans down a bit, looking directly into the lens of the camera that was held closely by one of the camera crew. Touching his eyebrows, running fingers across his hairline and then cupping his chin smoothly with one hand, Terrence blows a kiss to god knows who and then hopped down from the turnbuckle, spinning in mid air and landing on his feet comfortably so that he faces the center of the ring where he begins going through his pre-match ritual, stretching and shaking his limbs loose.


CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION

A piano, accompanied by a brisk beat, begins to play over the public address system as the recognizable sounds of "Straight Like That" by E-40 & B-Legit echoes around the arena. From the backstage area Terrence Carter emerges, serious expression on his face as his head bobs a bit to the beat of the music. Dangling from his neck is the (ENTER CHAMPIONSHIP HERE) and his cherished golden chain with a large T and C hanging from it which he reaches up and grasps, holding it out for the camera man who has crept closer to him to see, along with all of the fans watching at home.

"I went from gettin’ a bag to hittin’ the dab
You can run off with the cash but I wouldn’t do that
Got hittas to blast, deliver the gas
Get a line on your ass then we run through that"

Shoving the camera man out of the way, TC picks up his pace and charges down the entrance ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and then quickly popping up to his feet, hustling across to the far turnbuckle which he climbs quickly, holding his chain up once more with one hand, while also using his other hand to hold up the (INSERT CHAMPIONSHIP HERE) for the whole world to see as Mike Powers introduces him.

POWERS: "Ladies and Gentlemen... standing 5'11" tall and weighing in at 214 pounds... it's YOUR BOY T-C... the (INSERT CHAMPIONSHIP HERE) champion...... TERRENCE.... CARTER!!"

Continuing to nod along to the beat, Terrence leans down a bit, looking directly into the lens of the camera that was held closely by one of the camera crew. Dropping the chain down to his chest he touches his eyebrows, running fingers across his hairline and then cupped his chin smoothly with one hand before he blew a kiss to god knows who and then hopped down from the turnbuckle, spinning in mid air and landing on his feet comfortably so that he faces the center of the ring where he begins going through his pre-match ritual, stretching and shaking his limbs loose after handing off his title belt to the referee.


HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: John Doe
AGE: old enough
EXPERIENCE: Too many Years
PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: PM, Twitter DM