Bear Rico

[Camera fades in] This time the camera is right on top of it's target. Bear, alone this time, in the same gym as before. Only no Big Man, no other trainees, no trainers, just Bear and the 200lbs training dummy he is rolling with... One complete roll, from on top the dummy, dummy is now on top, Bear is on top again. Elbows rain down on t the dummy's would be ear. Now Bear pushes himself, fulling extending his arms, little hop, and he's on his feet, kicking the hell out of the dummy's would be chest. Heavy panting is now very audible. Knee drop to the chest, quick elbow, roll again, locks in arm. Bear release the make shift arm, rolls to the dummy's head, Bear's arm, to the elbow wraps around the would be neck. Releases again, rolls again, this time to the fake back, another elbow to the back of the head. Bear to his feet again, this time he drags the dummy with him, SUPLEX to the dummy, Quick roll, lifting himself and the dummy up again. The dummy's fake head tucked safely in Bear's armpit. A few knees to the fake stomach to feel good, and BOOM, the dummy's would be head flattens on the ground. This time Bear stands by himself. Looking again at his reflection in the wall of mirros. Bear: I'm Ready. [Camera fades away]

[Camera fades in] We see the outside of a HUGE building. The whole building won't fit into the screen of the camera. We are outside the front door, bright white lettering "WLW" across the front of it. The door swings open and we all know the sounds coming from within.. Big hands hitting pads, panting from those tired men, the sounds of bodies being slammed to the ground, thud, thud, thud. That metal banging of weights being lifted is heard again. Sounds of two men running the squared circle echo throughout the building. Camera starts to pan, first heading towards the sound of the weights, but stops suddenly when it has found it's target, one of the men running the squared circle. One man, taller than the other, 6'6" maybe, 250lbs, falls to the ground as the other man not much smaller, 6'4" maybe, 230lbs, falls beside him landing a forearm into the side of the big mans skull. Little guys hops up, quick as a cat, and he's on the big man again, this time landing more direct elbows to the other's head, each a little harder, a little faster. Now the smaller man stands, holding the bigger man's hair, bringing him with him. One arm up, around his neck, snap, bigger man suplexed through the air. Smaller man rolls again, this time holding the bigger's arm, stretching it, elbows don't bend that much, the bigger man taps out. Big man: Jesus, Bear, remember I'm on your team. Bear: I know, I know. I just I need to be better, my time is coming. Quicker and quicker it feels like. Soon it won't be training and you'll be screaming at me to not let up. Big man: Very true. Lets go again... Tie up, Bear ducks down, under the left arm of the big man, snap again, perfect German. Big man, not to be out done is right back up, coming for Bear almost faster than he was able to get up himself, but only almost, Bear snaps to the side, drops, wraps his legs around the mans leg and drops the big man to the ground face first. Bear rolls on top, lifts the man back up from behind, spins him, kicks in gut, lifts both man's big arms up and drops him head first again. This time the big man didn't move right away. Bear rolls out of the ring, others roll in to help the big man to his feet. Bear walks to a long red punching back that hangs from the ceiling and he continues working... [Camera fades away]

[The camera fades in] The camera pans a room, filled with exercise equipment. Treadmills, stair climbers, bikes, benches, weight assist machines, and what could be 100s of free weights and dumbbells. Faintly the camera picks up sounds of metal slamming together, once, twice, three times, getting faster, four five six, louder, seven eight, grunting is now being hear, nine ten, eleven, twelve, the sound of metal crashing to the floor. The camera is now moving, searching for the source of the sounds, now it picks up a new sound, music, Eminem possibly. Now we see him, not an old man, but aged, lived a long 27years. Bald except for a mohawk of short hair that runs from forehead to neck. Small strands of facial hair line his cheeks. Sweat beats down his forehead, his scarred eye and cheeks, down his neck, over his hole body, every wear dripping. He's been here a while it would seem. The headphones are blaring into his ears, he doesn't even seem to notice the camera. He wipes the sweat from his face and picks the weights back up. Slamming them upwards he does one more set of 12 dumbbell press. The weights fall again, he takes a deep breath. Bear is now staring at himself, himself in the classic wall of mirrors found inside every gym. Bear knows he has been great at what he has gotten him to this point, but he knows he can also be so much greater, so much more. He knows he must continue, he must keep working, because the time is coming closer. He's lived his whole life behind the curtains, never taking applause for the things he has done, but now the time has come for him to step outside the curtain, into the loudness of screaming wrestling fans that he was once just like. Time for him to show his greatness to the World. Bear smiles, he begins to nod his head to the rhythm of "Til I Collapse" by Eminem, he lifts the weights from the floor and begins again...

WRESTLER NAME: Bear Rico HOMETOWN: Saint Louis, MO HEIGHT:6'4" WEIGHT: 235lbs THEME SONG: "Many Men" 50 Cent SIGNATURE MOVES(S) Concussion Protocol--- Judgement Slam Go Home--- Big Ending FINISHERS(S) MEDIC! ---Dirty Deeds NOTABLE FUEDS: (If any, if rookie can skip) Rookie ACCOLADES:(titles held, and date, Awards, etc) Rookie in wrestling. Biography: Bear grew up in ST. Louis, MO. He wrestled and played baseball in High School. He was all state in both, but his heart was never in school. He knew college would never be his calling, so during his Senior year he enlisted in the army. For the next 6 years he served his country as a Combat Medic, two of those years spent in Iraq. His time there was eventful and he still wears a scar under is right eye as a reminder of one fateful night. After his contact was up Bear returned home. He found most of his old friends had moved on. For all the training he had, bills started to come up short. Has a child, one escape for him was Professional Wrestling. He envied the men he watched on TV. Loved the blood and sweat they dedicated, respected it. For two years, he locked himself inside a local gym. He trained, he watched, he listened, and learned. He's been preparing to live his childhood fantasies. Is he too old for sport that isn't kind to the body? Is he ready? Players Note: some of this Bio is true to my real life, some is fantasy. This is my first efed that includes console play, so forgive my learning curve please.