Wrestler's Name: "CLASSY~!" Kendrick Lane
Hometown: Syracuse, New York (Really from Ann Arbor, Michigan)
Height: 6'4
Weight: 258

Orientation: Heel

Appearance and ring attire [in detail]: Lane's one of those blonde pretty
boys that you probably grew up hating. Long golden locks tied back into a
neat ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee, not all that muscular, but defined
enough to let you know he's in pretty good shape. He wears standard red
wrestling trunks, has red and black kneepads and elbowpads, along with shoot
fighter-esque gloves on each hand. 

Wrestler's personality [in detail]: Kendrick Lane in a word, is a jackass. A
preppy sort of guy who's so sold on his own abilities, that he tends to spend
the majority of his time singing his own praises. If he loses, he'll give the
most asinine, stupid, overblown excuses. If he wins, he'll celebrate like a
damned fool. He doesn't really cheat...to a point. He sees nothing wrong with
the occasional brass knuckles or foot on the ropes or pull of the tights or
multiple low blows or eye gouge or hairpull or...well, you get the picture. A
great wrestler in his own right, it doesn't take much for someone to
completely deflate his ego with a reversed armbar or hammerlock, at which
point...he'll throw a hissy fit. Seriously...a complete and total tool.

Entrance [in full] -

[A voice rings over the PA system...]

Voice: "CLA...CLA...CLA...CLASSY~!"

[And with that, "Lowrider" by WAR begins to play as we see "CLASSY~!"
Kendrick Lane slowly strutting his way out from behind the curtains. He's
wearing a feathered fedora hat along with a sleeveless red sequined robe over
his wrestling attire. Bobbing his head to the beat of the song in a
completely unrhythmic sort of way, he begins to shake his shoulders and
points his fingers furiously as the trumpets blare, grooving towards the ring
in a bizarre and foolish looking sort of strut. The crowd begins to boo,
because...hell, he looks like a damned fool.]

#Take a little trip...#
#Take a little trip...#
#Take a little trip with meeeee...#

[As if he didn't look stupid enough already, Lane stops in front of the ring
apron to sing along with his own theme music. With each chorus, he points to
a section of the crowd...whom begin to throw bottles and such at him. He
pulls off his robe and hands it to the ringside attendant, whips off his hat,
and leaps onto the ring apron, where he...strikes a pose. He steps through
the ring ropes and struts around the ring some more, snapping his fingers to
the beat as the song mercifully...ends.]

Wrestling Style: Technician

15-40 Moves:
1. belly-to-belly suplex
2. running powerslam
3. cobra clutch legsweep
4. fireman's carry into a gutbuster
5. two rolling snap suplexes ending with a DDT
6. spinebuster
7. gourdbuster
8. hammerlock slam
9. armbreaker
10. single-arm DDT
11. fujiwara armbar
12. second-rope elbowdrop
13. dropkick
14. powerslam
15. shoulderbreaker
16. hanging vertical suplex
17. bridging back suplex
18. snapmare/necksnap
19. inverted atomic drop/clothesline
20. reverse neckbreaker
21. bionic elbow flurry
22. swinging neckbreaker
23. kneebreaker
24. rolling legsnap
25. running bulldog
26. giant swing~!
27. half crab
28. airplane spin toss
29. pumphandle slam
30. missing a flying axhandle and getting hit with a gutshot

Finishing Move Name: "Genuine Class"
Description: figure-four leglock
Set-Up Manuever [if applicable]: inverted Russian legsweep(Can be done outta
nowhere)

Backup Finisher [if applicable]: "Coup de Grace"
Description: slingshot spinning brainbuster
Set-Up Manuever [if applicable]: None

Strengths:
1. Wrestling skill- The man knows his way around a wrestling ring. Holds,
counter-holds, yeaup...he's got it down cold.
2. Speed- He's faster than he looks.
3. Focused attacker- If he sees someone limping, holding an arm, or
whatnot...he'll work that bodypart like no tomorrow.

Weaknesses:
1. Aerial skill- You'll see him go to the top rope roughly once a month...and
even then, he's not bound to do a single damn thing spectacular.
2. Brawling- Basically, if he starts exchanging punches with someone, 9 times
out of 10, he'll be outpunched.
3. Easily frustrated- If he doesn't put the guy away in the first ten
minutes, he'll start getting desperate, going for pins at every opportunity.

Profile: Just who is Kendrick Lane? Is he the world-class amateur wrestler
turned shoot fighter that dominated the underground Japanese shoot circuits
like he claims? Is he the childhood friend of Luke Kinsey that grew up in
Syracuse, New York like some say? Or is he some rich whiteboy from Michigan
like that chick who claims to be his sister says?

Well...we don't know.

But, what we do know is that Kendrick Lane came onto the scene in the
midwest, proclaiming himself a throwback to the old days of wrestling. Back
when wrestlers were...WRESTLERS. Lou Thesz? Hell, Kendrick was gonna do him
proud! And so...he proceeded to lose 76 consecutive matches. So, he then
adopted a rugged, hardass persona...and he ended up losing 48 more. It was
then, Kendrick said to hell with throwback and badass personas. It was time
for something new. Something spectacular. Something...oh yes....CLASSY~! And
then...he lost another 13, but then...with the minimal interference of nine
wrestlers, three valets, two managers, and a steel chair, Kendrick Lane won!
Yeah, he couldn't believe all those guys accidently hit his opponent, either.

But hell, Kendrick didn't mind, because he was...CLASSY~! Those losses?
Learning experience! It builds character! Heck, he let them win! Yeah, that's
the ticket. Of course, after a few checks bounced here and there, and good
old Luke started sending him those silly restraining orders...he realized it
was time to get outta the midwest. And hence...the classiest man in wrestling
finds himself in GIW!