Name: Barry Joseph Jones
Nickname: Baz, Bazzers, "Big Jack"
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Rebellious and cheeky tweener
Hometown (Billed From): Walthamstow, London, England
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 210lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
(Brian Johnson of AC/DC)
Gimmick Description: Outspoken cockney ex-dockworker and brawler. Loves his 'birds', a shot of Jack, and of course, a good fight!
Entrance Theme:"Big Jack", AC/DC
Entrance Description: Comes out onto the platform swigging from his bottle of Jack and firing up the crowd. Will slap as many hands as he can on his way down, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the squared circle. Once inside, he continues to incite the crowd, climbing the turnbuckles, before jumping back down to the centre of the ring for the start of the match.
In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...): Hardcore
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves:
Weapon shots
Stiff punches
Low blow
Gut kick
Dropkick
Lariat
Clothesline
Facebuster
Crossface
European Uppercut
Two Signature Moves: Workers Strike (running lariat); bottle of Jack to the head of the opponent
Two Finishing Moves: Barroom Blitz (springboard flying forearm smash, off the turnbuckle, and usually with weapon); Bottoms Up! (Sitdown powerbomb)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!
(Signature moves and finishing moves are interchangeable as finishers.)
Nickname: Baz, Bazzers, "Big Jack"
Alignment (Face, Heel, or Tweener): Rebellious and cheeky tweener
Hometown (Billed From): Walthamstow, London, England
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 210lbs
Sample Pic (Preferably a real wrestler):
(Brian Johnson of AC/DC)
Gimmick Description: Outspoken cockney ex-dockworker and brawler. Loves his 'birds', a shot of Jack, and of course, a good fight!
Entrance Theme:"Big Jack", AC/DC
Entrance Description: Comes out onto the platform swigging from his bottle of Jack and firing up the crowd. Will slap as many hands as he can on his way down, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the squared circle. Once inside, he continues to incite the crowd, climbing the turnbuckles, before jumping back down to the centre of the ring for the start of the match.
In Ring Styles (Technician, High Flyer, Brawler, Hardcore, etc...): Hardcore
Top Ten Mosted Used Moves:
Weapon shots
Stiff punches
Low blow
Gut kick
Dropkick
Lariat
Clothesline
Facebuster
Crossface
European Uppercut
Two Signature Moves: Workers Strike (running lariat); bottle of Jack to the head of the opponent
Two Finishing Moves: Barroom Blitz (springboard flying forearm smash, off the turnbuckle, and usually with weapon); Bottoms Up! (Sitdown powerbomb)
Sample RP (Doesn't have to be long.):
It is a few hours before the beginning of another PWA Warzone – the last before Bonds That Break – as the Working Class Hero, Barry Jones, steps off a bus just outside the All Seasons Arena, Rochester, Minnesota. As he ambles down the front steps of the Greyhound coach, the British dockworker – who looks haggard and a little weary – thanks the driver, in his typical cockney brogue:
Barry Jones: Cheerio, mate!
A muffled response comes from inside, making Barry smirk. Then, as the doors close behind him, the former UnsanXioned Champion reaches into his travelling bag and produces his trusty bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking a hearty swig to steady himself, he then takes in his surroundings, trying to find the entrance to the venue.
After a moment, he spots it, beginning to stride determinedly to his left, towards a couple of barriers behind which a throng of fans jockey for position. As the dockworker approaches, the elbowing and shoving becomes even more frantic than before, as many fans, autograph books in hand, try to push forward and grab Barry’s attention. Smiling pleasantly, the Working Class Hero uncharacteristically tries to put some order into the proceedings:
Barry Jones: Wawn a’ a tahm, people! Wawn a’ a tahm!
Soothed by the brawler’s amiable tones, the throng subsides somewhat, allowing Barry to begin signing autographs. After a few minutes scrawling his initials in several autograph pads and chatting to the fans about the upcoming Chamber match, the dockworker’s attention is suddenly caught by two young women now standing at the front of the crowd. Flashing what he hopes is his most charming smile, “Big Jack” immediately breaks the ice with a typically forward, unsubtle opening gambit:
Barry Jones: ‘Allo luvvies! Fancy a peep a’ th’ ole ten inches ‘en?
Rather than have the desired effect, however, the brawler’s cringe-worthy line predictably sends the girls into a fit of giggles. Slightly miffed, Barry nevertheless attempts to recover, knowing giggles are sometimes a sign of interest, too. However, just as he about to open his mouth, one of the girls crushes his hopes, still amidst uncontrollable chuckling:
Girl #1: Ten?! Please! That's nothing, babes. We heard of a guy here who’s s’posed to have *twelve*!
This time, the dockworker makes no attempt at hiding his surprise:
Barry Jones: TWELVE?! ‘Oo th’ ‘ell ‘as twelve?!
It is the second girl’s turn to answer:
Girl #2: Oh, some guy named Lance...or Vance...yeah, that’s it, Vance!
At the mention of this unfamiliar name, Barry strokes his chin pensively:
Barry Jones: Vance, eh? Well, ah guess ah’ll ‘ave a chat wi’ this Vance...
To his surprise, at that exact moment, one of the girls points to a spot behind his back:
Girl #1: Well, go ahead. Here he comes!
As the two lovely lasses begin to shriek excitedly, Barry turns around only to find himself face to face with a man who, for all intents and purposes, might as well have been his brother. After a silent, tense moment, in which both men stare each other down, Baz once again breaks the ice, in typical blunt fashion:
Barry Jones: Ya Vance?
The other man nods once, grinning, but still not saying anything, preferring to let his interloper vent at will. And vent Baz does, as he is wont to:
Barry Jones: Wot's 'is 'bout yez 'avin' twelves inches 'een? Bloomin' lie, it is! Evahone 'no's nobody in this comp'ny 'as a biggah package than "Big Jack" Jawnes! So ah's givin' yez th' chance ter tell these birds th' truth an' save yerself th' 'barassmen'. Stage is yers, mate.
The dockworker has a wide, exaggerated wave of the hand, clearing a path for Vance to approach the expectant crowd. The new arrival, however, does not take up on the "offer", instead turning to his slightly shorter interloper and addressing him instead.
Barry Jones: Cheerio, mate!
A muffled response comes from inside, making Barry smirk. Then, as the doors close behind him, the former UnsanXioned Champion reaches into his travelling bag and produces his trusty bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking a hearty swig to steady himself, he then takes in his surroundings, trying to find the entrance to the venue.
After a moment, he spots it, beginning to stride determinedly to his left, towards a couple of barriers behind which a throng of fans jockey for position. As the dockworker approaches, the elbowing and shoving becomes even more frantic than before, as many fans, autograph books in hand, try to push forward and grab Barry’s attention. Smiling pleasantly, the Working Class Hero uncharacteristically tries to put some order into the proceedings:
Barry Jones: Wawn a’ a tahm, people! Wawn a’ a tahm!
Soothed by the brawler’s amiable tones, the throng subsides somewhat, allowing Barry to begin signing autographs. After a few minutes scrawling his initials in several autograph pads and chatting to the fans about the upcoming Chamber match, the dockworker’s attention is suddenly caught by two young women now standing at the front of the crowd. Flashing what he hopes is his most charming smile, “Big Jack” immediately breaks the ice with a typically forward, unsubtle opening gambit:
Barry Jones: ‘Allo luvvies! Fancy a peep a’ th’ ole ten inches ‘en?
Rather than have the desired effect, however, the brawler’s cringe-worthy line predictably sends the girls into a fit of giggles. Slightly miffed, Barry nevertheless attempts to recover, knowing giggles are sometimes a sign of interest, too. However, just as he about to open his mouth, one of the girls crushes his hopes, still amidst uncontrollable chuckling:
Girl #1: Ten?! Please! That's nothing, babes. We heard of a guy here who’s s’posed to have *twelve*!
This time, the dockworker makes no attempt at hiding his surprise:
Barry Jones: TWELVE?! ‘Oo th’ ‘ell ‘as twelve?!
It is the second girl’s turn to answer:
Girl #2: Oh, some guy named Lance...or Vance...yeah, that’s it, Vance!
At the mention of this unfamiliar name, Barry strokes his chin pensively:
Barry Jones: Vance, eh? Well, ah guess ah’ll ‘ave a chat wi’ this Vance...
To his surprise, at that exact moment, one of the girls points to a spot behind his back:
Girl #1: Well, go ahead. Here he comes!
As the two lovely lasses begin to shriek excitedly, Barry turns around only to find himself face to face with a man who, for all intents and purposes, might as well have been his brother. After a silent, tense moment, in which both men stare each other down, Baz once again breaks the ice, in typical blunt fashion:
Barry Jones: Ya Vance?
The other man nods once, grinning, but still not saying anything, preferring to let his interloper vent at will. And vent Baz does, as he is wont to:
Barry Jones: Wot's 'is 'bout yez 'avin' twelves inches 'een? Bloomin' lie, it is! Evahone 'no's nobody in this comp'ny 'as a biggah package than "Big Jack" Jawnes! So ah's givin' yez th' chance ter tell these birds th' truth an' save yerself th' 'barassmen'. Stage is yers, mate.
The dockworker has a wide, exaggerated wave of the hand, clearing a path for Vance to approach the expectant crowd. The new arrival, however, does not take up on the "offer", instead turning to his slightly shorter interloper and addressing him instead.
How often Can you RP?: As often as y'all will let me!
(Signature moves and finishing moves are interchangeable as finishers.)
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