Height: 6'3"
Weight: 234
Birthdate: October 25th, 1981
Hometown: Residing in Queens, New York
Theme Music: "Beg for Mercy" - G Unit
Alignment (face, heel, neutrel): Heel.
Wrestler style (Brawler, Technical, Insane, Powerhouse,Intelligent, Rule bender): He has a mixing style of Brawling and Insane.
Top five moves: Simple DDT, German Suplex, Split-Legged Moonsault, Frog Splash, and Guillotine Leg drop from the top rope.
Finisher: "Prime Time Effect" - Anytype of manuever that puts his opponent onto the canvas. Followed by an ascention to the top rope, or highest practical point in the match at hand. Going into a Shooting Star Press onto his opponent.
Ring Entrance:
[As the fans pack in their seats within the arena, the beat slowly begins
to pick up as famed rapper Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson's lyrical
domination hit the P/A System....]
"No peace talks ... No white flags...."
[The song would pick up as the lights slowly faded out causing a slight
eruption between the fans. The big screen illuminated as it showed flashes
of poverty stricken areas. Bold black letters were they sketched across
the big screen with the lettering reading...*Welcome to Reality*. As the
beat picked up once more after fading out due to the vulgar wording of the
rap star and his group "G-Unit" The hit from their opening CD
began to rip loudly over the P/A system. "Beg For Mercy" played
loudly...]
"We take it like a man, while you beg for mercy!"
[The main chorus of 50 Cents lyrics were heard loudly as fog drifted over
the white lights at the entrance way causing a belief of smoke filling the
entrance of the arena. Stepping out with a newly trimmed down blonde hair
do which was tucked ever so perfectly under a black NewEra New York Ya'nkees
fitted cap, was the once noted "Prime time" Mike Wilson. But this
was a new and changed Mike. His flowing blonde hair was no more. A white
wife beater lay resting over his upper torso, as a white gold chain hung
around his neck. At the tip of the chain, lying perfectly between his well
worked out pectorals sat a four inch diamond encrusted crusifix. His arms
were changed aswell, once tattoe-less, his right arm was sketched and colored
to perfection along his well-toned bicep. Wrapping around it was a tribal
arm-band with a scorpion meticulously sketched through the middle of it.
A diamond baguette earring gleamed from the lights and sparkled from his
right ear. His lower body was much different in design aswell. No more of
those perfectly fit wrestling tights, as a pair of loose fit sandwashed
blue jean shorts hung from his waist and greeted a glossy pair of white
laced black wrestling boots that adorned his feet. The hat and boots were
a perfect example of color coordination. That once clean cut face now had
a lightly shaved down and perfectly trimmed goatee resting on it, as if
it were perfectly sketched onto his face. Wrists wrapped in white athletic
tape, he paused briefly for a moment looking the crowd over before shaking
his head slightly and starting his approach down the rampway and towards
the squared circle.]
[Growing closer to the ring, he slowly turned at a fan and raised a quick
backhand to them muttering loudly "This is real life, you <censored>
piece of <censored>!" Gritting his teeth he seemed to grow edgy
and rub his face as if under mass amounts of stress before reaching the
steel staircase and removing the highly over-priced fitted ballcap and tossing
it down to a ringhand before stepping onto the apron. Pausing for a brief
moment he glanced into the ring and shook his head while grilling his momentary
opponent and mumbling, "I'm going to show you some reality ...and you're
going to think its a nightmare..." He let out a cocky laugh before
ducking under the top rope and stepping over the middle rope into the squared
circle as his theme slowly faded out...]
Does your wrestler have a valet/manager: No.
If yes, describe him/her (physical description, personality, alignment):
Wrestler History: Michael started off small in Indy-federations, gaining many accolades. At 24, he's made brilliant strides to become one of the best in the business. Garnering prominant Heavyweight Championships in Big East Championship Wrestling and Hardcore Professional Wrestling, amongst other titles. He's the son of a once prominant wrestling figure whom retired at the age of 42. His father's moniker was known to many as the Acolyte. Growing up in Short Hills, New Jersey he developed himself watching his father in the ring as well as, Raven, Steve Corino, Taz, and others within his area of access. Winning two state titles in high school wrestling, he then moved onto take the next step in his families pride. He trained with his father and fellow co-workers until attaining prominance. Known for his high-risk manuevers, and brawling skills he has but one serious weakness that has haunted him and his family name in the past. Choking in the 'big match,' only attaining the aforementioned Heavyweight Championships he floundered several other oppurtunities. Taking the moniker 'Prime Time,' is nothing less than fitting for his high-risk chances that he takes and succeeds with in the ring, to the chagrin of the fans. Wilson, always puts on a great show ...however, his ego always gets the best of him which steers most fans towards another competitor to cheer for. He has set his goal now for the CWF in hopes of changing his floundering ways and achieving true greatness.