Name: Darren Pesinger
Nickname: None
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Heel
Hometown (Billed From): Macon, Georgia
Height: 6'2''
Weight:238lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
Gimmick Description: Cowboy/Southerner
Entrance Theme:"Kiss My Country Ass", Blake Sheldon.
Entrance Description
lain, comes out heating up the crowd and swaggering.
In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...):Mat based/Technical
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves: Giant Swing
Diving DDT
Gutbuster
Spinebuster
Reverse Chinlock
Two Signature Moves: Reverse chinlock, Spinebuster
Two Finishing Moves:Bearhug submission, Southern Discomfort (Rough Ryder)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
Darren Pesinger: God damn it, Betty Jane! I told ya...
Darren Pesinger , Royal Rumble winner and last entrant to the 2012 PWA Elimination Chamber , is interrupted once again by the tinny female voice yelling at him from the other end of the line. Holding the phone a little distance from his ear, he winces, before putting on his most soothing tone and trying once more to calm down his interloper:
Darren Pesinger: Babe, I told ya, it’s my destiny! ‘Member how we used to talk ‘bout makin’ it big? Well, I’m there now, hon! Win this one, I’ve got it made! Big time, baby!
Once again, the muffled voice comes from the end of the line, a bit of the anger now gone, but the harshness still there. And once again, the cowboy heartthrob stops to listen. At first, his expression is one of steady concentration, but the longer the other person goes on, the more irate Darren seems to get. In the end, no longer able to contain himself, he explodes:
Darren Pesinger: GAWD DAMMIT, Betty Jane! Why ya gotta be like that?!
The woman on the phone attempts to start talking, but the Southerner interrupts her:
Darren Pesinger: Naw, naw, ya know what? FINE! If yer gon’ be like that, then fine! I was gon’ treat you just right once I made it to the big time, but I guess I’m just gon’ have to give the diamonds an’ mansions to someone else ‘stead!
This seemingly sets off the other party – obviously Darren ’s girlfriend – as her tone audibly raises once again. The cowboy, himself red in the face, responds in kind:
Darren Pesinger: Oh, *you*’re breakin’ up with *me*, are ya? Fine! Never mind the last ten years! I guess they were ****in’ wasted on you!
At this point, the Southern heartthrob hangs up the phone, steaming, and stops just short of smashing it against the wall. As he stomps off angrily down the hall, more determined than ever to win that Chamber match, a young technician foolishly enquires:
Technician: Hey, dude, what’s wrong?
This innocent question causes the cowboy to grab the young kid by the collar and snarl in his face:
Darren Pesinger: Wrong? I don’t see nothin’ wrong ‘round here! Do you?!
The boy, who is more of a tecchie than a heavy lifter, shakes his head silently. Darren, seemingly appeased by this act of submission, releases his collar, snarling again:
Darren Pesinger: Good.
Then, he once again sets off on his way, more willing than ever to bash some heads in and release his pent-up anger.
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!
Nickname: None
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Heel
Hometown (Billed From): Macon, Georgia
Height: 6'2''
Weight:238lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
Gimmick Description: Cowboy/Southerner
Entrance Theme:"Kiss My Country Ass", Blake Sheldon.
Entrance Description
lain, comes out heating up the crowd and swaggering.In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...):Mat based/Technical
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves: Giant Swing
Diving DDT
Gutbuster
Spinebuster
Reverse Chinlock
Two Signature Moves: Reverse chinlock, Spinebuster
Two Finishing Moves:Bearhug submission, Southern Discomfort (Rough Ryder)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
Darren Pesinger: God damn it, Betty Jane! I told ya...
Darren Pesinger , Royal Rumble winner and last entrant to the 2012 PWA Elimination Chamber , is interrupted once again by the tinny female voice yelling at him from the other end of the line. Holding the phone a little distance from his ear, he winces, before putting on his most soothing tone and trying once more to calm down his interloper:
Darren Pesinger: Babe, I told ya, it’s my destiny! ‘Member how we used to talk ‘bout makin’ it big? Well, I’m there now, hon! Win this one, I’ve got it made! Big time, baby!
Once again, the muffled voice comes from the end of the line, a bit of the anger now gone, but the harshness still there. And once again, the cowboy heartthrob stops to listen. At first, his expression is one of steady concentration, but the longer the other person goes on, the more irate Darren seems to get. In the end, no longer able to contain himself, he explodes:
Darren Pesinger: GAWD DAMMIT, Betty Jane! Why ya gotta be like that?!
The woman on the phone attempts to start talking, but the Southerner interrupts her:
Darren Pesinger: Naw, naw, ya know what? FINE! If yer gon’ be like that, then fine! I was gon’ treat you just right once I made it to the big time, but I guess I’m just gon’ have to give the diamonds an’ mansions to someone else ‘stead!
This seemingly sets off the other party – obviously Darren ’s girlfriend – as her tone audibly raises once again. The cowboy, himself red in the face, responds in kind:
Darren Pesinger: Oh, *you*’re breakin’ up with *me*, are ya? Fine! Never mind the last ten years! I guess they were ****in’ wasted on you!
At this point, the Southern heartthrob hangs up the phone, steaming, and stops just short of smashing it against the wall. As he stomps off angrily down the hall, more determined than ever to win that Chamber match, a young technician foolishly enquires:
Technician: Hey, dude, what’s wrong?
This innocent question causes the cowboy to grab the young kid by the collar and snarl in his face:
Darren Pesinger: Wrong? I don’t see nothin’ wrong ‘round here! Do you?!
The boy, who is more of a tecchie than a heavy lifter, shakes his head silently. Darren, seemingly appeased by this act of submission, releases his collar, snarling again:
Darren Pesinger: Good.
Then, he once again sets off on his way, more willing than ever to bash some heads in and release his pent-up anger.
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!
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