Crowe

If you say so. *sharpens nails*

Oh, I'm waiting until Sunday, hence why I said for you to prepare to feel the wrath.

I'm showing as a note. (Y)

Join, you cuntrags.

... I'll be your friend, Annie. Jessica and I are always looking for a third... A nice development promo... Allison and Tom sitting in a tree... F-U-C-K-I-N-G! Muahaha, I am very interested in seeing how it all turns out.

This makes me crave for violence and blood splatter. I guess watching Kill Bill recently had a hand in that though. The word here kids is build. Build. Build. Build. Currently, we are all getting a lesson in how to reach through a monitor and grab a reader's attention. Though, I think Janus and I did that pretty good ... anyway! An interview promo is something I did not expect from Kibagami, and in most cases, I think they're pretty lame, but in this situation, it's probably the only way to effectively portray the River Dragon's anger and hatred. You have to consider this takes place just after Lockdown. I know which match i'll be reading first. (Y)

A great piece. This is probably the best promo I've read in a long time, and the reason for this is because of the complex simplicity of the writing. It's a very simple premise, the standard gazing into the mirror bit, but what sets this promo above all others is the gorgeous feel of it. It's short, but it just oozes atmosphere... it's very calm... yet chilling and that works with the Sun-Tzu quote so well. Word, Z.

Sun-Tzu makes me smile. You said to me that this wasn't the good promo, but I beg to differ, even though the whole punching bag bit with the thinking has been done before, the look into Kibagami's head was entertaining. There is just something about the idea of a "deadly rhythm" that I found captivating... mainly since my personal trainer uses a similar kind of idea as motivation for me (during my training). There's a rhythm you're trying to always capture in your workout, one that you must capture if you are to achieve your goals. You must find it and grab onto it, otherwise your mindset will not be appropriate and your body will collapse (and not fail). Um, yeah, anyway, solid promo, now onto the next!

Our dictator steps to the plate and shows us all how to write a promo which not only re-establishes various character connections but also builds on and changes these connections. Nicely intertwined too. Good piece of writing. I find it kinda funny that Zenon is already cracking under the pressure of being the commish, you better settle down, boy, you got a long time to go!

*cracks knuckles* Prepare to feel the wrath of the gothic warrior, Flik.

Smarks Board Name: Crowe Wrestlers Name: Crow Nickname: Antichrist Superstar, Antichristian Phenomenon, Gothic Warrior, Gothic Avian Real Name: Markus Cirillo Height: 6'2" Weight: 230 pounds Hometown: Born: - Adelaide, Australia Lives: - Anchorage, Alaska Age: 23 Face/Heel: Face Stable: None at the moment. Tag Team: None at the moment. Ring Escort: Jessica Weapon(s): Cigarette, Cigarette Lighter, Glass Light Tubes, Singapore Cane Quote: "Victim." "Victims... aren't we all?" Looks: General: - Caucasian male. - Very long black hair (reaches past his shoulders) and present are numerous streaks of red. - A well-defined, muscular build - imagine a more properly proportioned Jerry Lynn build. - Numerous scars all over body, particularly on his back – this is due to numerous hardcore encounters in the SJL and the best of five with Janus in the SWF. - Large scale tattoo of a crow with its wings spread on upper back - ala, right wing spreads over to the right shoulder blade, and left wing spreads over to the left shoulder blade. Also present is a small tattoo of the Grim Reaper on right arm tricep and a small tattoo of an inverted cross on left breast. - Fingernails are now long. Approximate length is 7mm long off the tip of the finger. While Wrestling: - Hair is always wet through and never ever tied up. - Is topless in the ring, show casing the many scars and tattoos and not to mention the sexy physique for the ladies. - Crow will on occasion wear a black button up/down shirt to the ring. This usually only occurs when wounds on back/chest/arms are not completely healed and/or stitches are present. The shirt acts as a security blanket, if you will. - Wears normal full length black pants - no patterns or other colours present. - If ever wearing a title belt, he will always sling it over the right shoulder. Wearing the belt around the waist just isn't Crow's style. Promos, Instances Outside The Ring: - Always wear a black button up/down shirt that can be made of any fabric, however, note that is never had any patterns or different colours on it. - Wears the same normal black pants he wears whilst wrestling. - On almost every occasion, he’s smoking a cigarette. Ring Entrance: A small collection of screams is heard as the lights fall and darkness overtakes the arena. Machine Head’s “Imperium” begins to play with its mellow strumming of the guitar. The intensity picks up progressively until it reaches boiling point... “HHEEEAAAARRRR ME NNNNOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!” The lights flicker in a brooding red light as screens at homes around the world become distorted with picture noise. The lights and noise stops as the darkness goes black again, and a spotlight appears in the middle of the stage. Standing amidst the light is Crow, the Antichrist Superstar with his wings spread and head cocked back. The crowd cheers wildly for their beloved superstar. “Hear me now! Words I vow! No fucking regrets!” Crow drops his arms and turns around to face the crowd. A cigarette is as always present, the BUTT resting gently between his lips. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his zippo and smiles as he slashes the zippo back and forward across his pants. ”Fuck these chains! No god damn slave! I will be different!” The Antichristian Phenomenon lights the cigarette in his mouth and proceeds to stride forward. After his second stride he throws the still lit zippo behind him onto the stage and an eruption of fire goes off! The crowd cheers wildly as the flames rise up to two metres in height! I'll stand here defiantly! My middle finger raised! Fuck your prejudice! Crow strides up the steel steps and enters the ring. He walks over to his corner and sits down, smoking, whilst waiting for his opponent. (If second out, will BUTT the cigarette out on ring post.) Stats: Strength: 4 Crow has good strength for his size and can surprise the bigger blokes on the occasion. A man of 275 pounds is the maximum weight he can lift up in the Natural Born Chaos suplex. He is, however, able to hit a basic snap suplex on opponents up to 285 pounds (and possibly a little more). Speed: 5 A relatively fast mover in the ring, the Antichrist Superstar can run circles around larger 'victims' and can keep with the smaller 'victims' for a little while, but they will always out speed him. He is able to perform various modifications of the moonsault. Vitality: 7 Crow is one tough motherfucker and he has the reputation to boot. His numerous hardcore encounters in ICW and in the SJL proved he is damn resilient and can take a ferocious beating, yet still kick out. He will go down to a finisher and tap out, unless specified otherwise. Charisma: 4 A great speaker as evidenced in the SJL, the Antichristian Phenomenon has the confidence and the 'look' that the crowd loves. He has sex appeal that gets the ladies’ tingling in certain areas, whilst somehow also managing to be chauvinistic in nature and thusly, appealing to the male audience. Style: It has been widely recognised that the Antichrist Superstar wrestles best in the hardcore environment and whilst inside the squared circle, he adheres to his reputation that the SJL had assisted him in gathering, as a gutsy fighter. This label though, does not mean Crow is a merely a brawler, on the contrary, in actuality he is accomplished in the sport of wrestling and showcases this by competing against opponents using his unique style. The style consists of an array of strikes (roundhouse kicks, knife-edge chops, thrusting claws etc) combined with semi-technical wrestling moves (dragon screw, judo moves, submissions etc), speedy/high flying moves (DDTs, moonsaults, dropkicks etc) and a variety of suplexes (German, Natural Born Chaos etc). Crow's matches tend to start off at a relatively fast pace, with strikes and moves like arm drags, hip tosses and dropkicks, amongst other moves being utilised. Though, on the occasion, if the opponent calls for it, he will participate in a fistfight, basic lock up or a test of strength. But all in all, it depends on his opponent. More often than not, tactics involving use of the ropes and/or hardcore tactics are soon employed to slow down his opponent, so high impact and high-risk moves can be performed. Depending on the circumstance, the Antichrist Superstar may also apply psychology to a various body part and work on it, thus allowing for a submission to be locked on. Please note that in any situation outside the ring, Crow is sure to excel or at least gain back the advantage unless the attack upon him is consistent. Obviously, Crow may be a little rusty due to being out of action for a little while. Though, during his short retirement, he made a conscious effort to maintain (and improve) his wrestling physique and fitness and thusly, he is ever harder than he was before. It will be very hard to put this motherfucker down for the three. Note that he’s a little wiser as well. Signature moves: Evenflow Moonsault Previously a finisher, but now shifted back to this area. Though, it still can finish a match, but if you need to kick out of a big move, do it to this one. The attacker climbs the turnbuckle so that he is looking out into the crowd. The attacker then jumps off the turnbuckle with arms in crucifix pose, performs a two hundred and seventy-degree back flip and lands stomach first on the lying victim. This move can also be performed onto a standing victim. Figure Four Leg Lock This is the secondary submission finisher and is used when psychology is applied to the leg and/or Crow is unable to perform the Sharpshooter. The victim is on their back, the attacker grabs one leg and bends it sideways behind one of the attacker's own legs and on top of the victim's other leg, forming a "4" with the victim's legs. The attacker holds the victim's straight leg, falls backwards to the mat and secures the victim's bent leg in place by placing their free leg on top of the ankle of the victim's bent leg. Das Wunder Kick (Roundhouse Kick) A stiff Tajiri-esque roundhouse kick. The attacker kicks with one leg while pivioting 90 degrees on the other. The attack can be directed at the knee, midsection or head and also it can be done to a sitting opponent to the back. The top of the attacker's foot is the contact point for this kick. Occasionally done repeatedly, and can be possible knock out if kick is direct and connects with the face. German Suplex The attacker stands behind the victim and applies a waistlock. The attacker lifts the victim up and falls backwards, dropping the victim on their shoulders/neck/upper back. If the attacker releases the victim at the height of their lift, this often becomes a "Release German Suplex". However, most times the attacker keeps the waistlock applied and bridges for the pin. Murderous DDT The attacker sits on the top turnbuckle and grabs the victim's head, applying a front face lock. From there, the attacker jumps off the buckles, swings around one side of the victim's body and drives the victim's head into the mat. Or, the attacker jumps off the ropes and then applies the swinging DDT. This variation can be performed off the apron to the outside as well. Moonsault Variations The attacker jumps onto the second/third ring rope, performs a 270 degree back flip with arms spread in the crucifix position and lands stomach first on the lying victim. This move can also be performed onto a standing victim. Crow can perform any variation of this move, for example... Asai Moonsault, Quebrada Moonsault, Twisting Corkscrew Moonsault etc. Top Rope Somersault Senton The attacker climbs the turnbuckle so that his back is facing the crowd. He then jumps off the turnbuckle, performs a 270 degree front flip over the victim and lands back first on them. This move can also be performed onto a standing victim and can be performed in a number of ways, for example... whilst running, via springboard, from the apron... basically anything you can think of. Claw Swipe Ever seen Iori swipe the fuck out of opponent’s in King Of Fighters? Well, Crow does the same thing. The attacker forms a claw with his hand and lashes out at his opponent’s face/head/chest/back/arms/legs - scratching them and usually drawing blood. This can be performed in either a downward, upward or sideward thrust. Knife Edged Chop Crow prefers to use the knife edged chop over punching, he still uses the punch however. The attacker strikes the victim with the outer part of their hand, the pinky finger side. This attack can be done to a variety of locations on the victim's body. Common moves: Arm Drag Chin Breaker DDT Drop Toe Hold Dropkick (Performed while standing, running and from top rope.) Dragon Screw Leg Whip Hip Toss La Majistral Cradle Leg Drop (Performed while standing, running and from top rope.) Leg Related Psych Moves Northern Lights Suplex (With bridge or without.) Punch Russian Leg Sweep (Can be performed onto railing.) Shin Breaker Snap Suplex Various Body Presses (Performed while running, from top rope, from apron, etc...) This section is tedious, so any basic wrestling move. Rare moves: Wing And A Prayer Suplex The attacker stands behind the victim. The attacker grabs one of the victim's arms and bends it behind the victim's back and places their hand so it at the top of the victim's shoulder. The attacker uses their other free arm to reach around the victim's face so their forearm is across their nose/face. The attacker locks their hands together. From there, the attacker lifts the victim up and falls backwards, dropping the victim on their head/neck/shoulders. This is Crow's rarest signature move and is not pulled out very often. My Last Serenade (Rider Kick) The victim is on the outside, whilst the attacker is in the ring. The attacker ascends to the top turnbuckle, then jumps in the air, and kicks the victim with both their feet. The attack can be focuses on the victim's head, chest, stomach, back or legs. This move only happens once in a blue moon, more specifically, it’s only used in big matches... ala Number One Contendership/Title matches. Spider German Suplex (Top Rope German Suplex) The attacker locks their legs on the ropes and hangs onto the buckles as they do the move. The attacker stands behind the victim and applies a waistlock. The attacker lifts the victim up and falls backwards, dropping the victim on their shoulders/neck/upper back. If the attacker releases the victim at the height of their lift, this often becomes a "Release German Suplex". However, most times the attacker keeps the waistlock applied and bridges for the pin. Only used when the opportunity presents itself, i.e. not very often. Finishers: Natural Born Chaos (Jumping Brainbuster Suplex) This is the finishing move. No one will, ever, ever, EVER kick out of this move unless I clear such thing first. Only one person has kicked out of it and that was the immortal Sean Atlas, maximum respect, yo. The attacker applies a front face lock on the victim and throws the victim's near arm across their shoulders. The attacker grabs the victim's tights and lifts them straight up in the air so they are upside down. The attacker then jumps in the air, kicks his legs out and falls onto his back, causing the victim to fall straight down on their head at a neck-breaking angle. Preferred finisher. NEVER TO BE KICKED OUT OF UNLESS TITLE MATCH! Failure to comply will result in death and loss of penis. Sharpshooter The sharpshooter. The deadly dangerous submission move that has made one of the SWF's giants submit... twice... in a row. This is Bret Hart level move of death. The victim is on their back. The attacker holds up the victim's legs and steps in between them. The attacker crosses the victim's legs around the leg that they put through, and holds them in place with their arms. The attacker then steps over, turning the victim over on their stomach. The attacker leans/crouches back to apply pressure. Notes: Just a few small ‘nitpicky’ things that I’d like you all to keep in mind when writing Crow in a match or promo. Firstly, he will never, under any circumstances, be scared of his opponent or try to back down/beg off wrestlers, no matter how bigger or stronger they may be. Secondly, the Antichristian Phenomenon is an instinctive wrestler and does whatever is needed to win. This can be using psychology on a specific limb, focussing on an opponent’s weak spot or even cheating. With a heel history at the beginning of his SJL career, he is by no means above cheating or messing with his opponent’s mind, even though he is an extremely over babyface. Crow will play and taunt to the crowd on the occasion during his matches (usually during a time of known advantage), but he is not overly concerned with them, he still concentrates on winning the match. Finally, Crow has developed a reputation for bumping one hell of a lot, even willingly taking huge bumps that could hurt him badly. He loves to bleed and when the circumstance calls for it, he will bleed a copious amount... and of course, let’s not forget that the former SJL World Champion has an ardour for glass bumps. Bio: Ask me for it, as it's very, very long. Career Highlights: 2x SJL Superstar Of The Month - January and April 2003 1x SJL World Heavyweight Champion - 52 days (24/04/03 - 15/06/03) 1x SJL Wrestler Of The Year (2003 - The Cyclone Comet Memorial Trophy) 1x Best SJL World Champion (2003 - HVT Thugg Passion Award) 1x Best SJL Promo Writer (2003 - The Eddy Mac Award)

Hardcore? Against Dace Night? Muahahahahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA! Fabulous, this shall be an excellent match to write. *looks at Z* Thought I pulled a disappearing act again, eh!? AHAHAHA! I was just partying over the weekend, see.

*shakes V's hand* Bong on.

Ah, fucking excellent. Does this mean that one of my favourite wrestling characters ever will be returning to the fold (and not no showing )? I hope so, as I love this character, he's just so charismatic I find it impossible to not like him! Great work, which is your standard , keep it up.

KILL, JANUS! KEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL!

Hehehehehehehehehe! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I brought out the monster again. Word.

*smokes a cigarette and blows smoke into thread* *drinks beer and spits it into thread* *smokes some bud and blows smoke into thread* *eats mushie pizza and trips out in thread* Word.

Thanks for the comments, people. I agree about the dialogue coming off a little flat... I'm guilty of not developing the character of Jessica more in the past so I'm still not sure how to write her! I do hope to dedicate more time to her in the future and develop her character more off the basis of this promo. The tense changes... yes, I noticed that too a couple weeks ago and meant to correct it, but it slipped my mind when I finished the promo last night. (Yes, it too me that long to actually finish it!) Personally, I liked the cuteness of the dinner scene and would have liked to expand on it, but the focus of the promo was the history and connection between Crow and Janus... and it was already too long. More comments from everyone, please.

Note: This is a piece conceived and written by myself and Janus. Read and comment, please. --- ... The traffic light turns red. The sound of a car engine gets closer with every second that passes. A progressive slam on the brakes can be heard with a slight squeak as a metallic grey Honda Integra pulls up to the lights. The tinted windows restrict our vision into the automobile and everything remains quiet for a moment. This is, until the sunroof is opened and smoke wafts out. The stars are sparkling in the late summer sky and no wind is blowing, which makes for a nice, peaceful environment... but also a very hot one. "Fuck, it's hot." A familiar voice is heard from inside the vehicle. "Put your window down, would ya, darlin'? The air con is a bit fucked right about now." A small hum from the windows soon follows this statement and slowly, it is revealed that the voice is of none other than Markus, better known as the Antichrist Superstar, Crow. "Nah, that's it! I'm taking this goddamn jacket and shirt off," says Markus, obviously irritated. Jessica places her head in her hand, "Why must you be so difficult? Especially tonight." "Settle down, babe! I'm a hot-blooded Italian and I get flushed very easily," responds a slightly offended Markus. After disposing of the jacket and shirt by throwing them in the backseat, he then reaches over Jessica to open the glove box and yanks out a deck of cigarettes. He pulls out a cigarette and lights one, then mumbles "Don't worry... I'm sure your parents will be all chilled." "That's what you think," is Jessica's troubled reply, "Just... try not to swear and smoke in front of them. They're paying a lot of money for tonight and I don't want you to disrespect them." Crow continues to smoke his cigarette as he cocks his eyes over to Jessica, seeing the worry on her face. "Disrespect? Ya gotta be jerking me? I dun get it... I mean, I know they are ya adopted parents, so it's a bit different, but... did they treat you badly or something? You’re edgy, girl." "Can you just drive, Mark? I really don’t want to get into it," is Jess' stern reply. The Antichrist Superstar is a little stunned at his girlfriend, but is smart enough to know when not to push a woman. So on he drives, smoking his cigarette. The red light finally turns green, prompting a "Fucking Sydney..." from Mark as he turns right into the Kings Cross district. It's the red light district of Sydney, so to speak, so there are many junkies getting high off their smack and smoking crack down the alleyways. Markus shakes his head at such a rundown area of town; he likes his hometown of Adelaide much more. But unfortunately, he must travel through this place to get where he is going... a high quality, expensive restaurant... odd, isn’t it? And so the journey continues along past the Sydney Opera House. Crow hasn't seen that place for the longest time and thinks it’s unfortunate that presently, there is no time to stop and visit. Minutes later, the Honda Integra pulls up into a car park and drives around for a moment or two searching for a parking spot. One is found and the car is stopped. The driver and passenger both step out of the car and stretch their muscles... it's been a long drive. Markus, out of force of habit, immediately lights a cigarette and searches his pockets for a joint. Jessica immediately rushes over, slaps the cigarette out of Crow's hand and crushes it with her shoe. "What the fuck!?" yells Markus, "Why the fuck did you do that for?" "I told you... no smoking around my parents! Why can’t you just do what I ask you to do for once!? Now put your goddamn shirt and jacket on! You look like a fucking bum!" Jessica answers, looking like she was ready to tear her boyfriend a new rectal passage. The young woman storms off into the restaurant as Crow is left behind to put his clothes back on. Markus shakes his head as he leans into the car to grab the jacket and shirt. "Must be that time of the month." ----- At this hour the restaurant is rather packed with people, but Cirillo finds himself guided by the hand of his girlfriend. Pausing at the entrance to talk to the waiter who finds them their seats, the pair are led to a table where a man and a woman sit. They're eloquently dressed in neat and formal attire, and the female - obviously Jessica's adopted mother - rises to greet them both. "Jessica, it's so nice to see you again. And this fine young man is..." "This 'fine young man' looks like a rat in a tuxedo," Jessica's adopted father grumbles. Opening his mouth for a retort, Markus catches his girlfriend's eyes and bites back his insult. "My name is Markus, and it's a pleasure to meet you both" he spoke after a moment, shaking both their hands before taking a seat next to Jessica. As he quietly peruses the menu to avoid having to speak to her adopted parents for a moment, the Antichrist Superstar notices an empty chair. "So... Markus," Jessica's father murmurs. "What do you do for a living?" "A living...uh..." Cirillo shrugged relaxedly. "I used to be a wrestler, now I'm living off the retirement pay cheque." "A wrestler?" Jess's mother replied. "Well, at least you'd be well-built." "Yeah, but now he's bumming around without a job living off the pay check. He's become another flamin’ dole bludger." "Oh, come ON Dad." Jessica grumbles. "Markus is a fine upstanding man, aren't you?" Jessica elbows her boyfriend, and the Antichrist Superstar flinches as he takes his arm out of his coat, where he'd been subconsciously reaching for a cigarette. He nods his head in agreement to Jessica's statement and as the waiter comes to take their order, Jessica's mother leans to the side a little and peers at the door. "Well, Jessica,” she begins, noticing a large, tall figure, “It looks like your other guest has arrived." "Other guest?" Markus blinks, starting to turn his head, and Jessica puts a hand on his arm. "Yeah... I invited my closest relative... my big brother." "Amazing you're related." her adoptive father mutters. Things begin to slide into place in the Antichrist Superstar's head as Jessica rises to her feet to hug the seven foot figure standing next to the table in a white tuxedo. "Big brother," she smiles and looks up. "Little sister," Terrence Bailey responds with a bemused look, before taking the empty seat to Cirillo's left. Markus and Terrence glance at each other for several moments. "Hi, Markus." "....Uh...hi, Terrence." Inside the Gothic Avian's head, the gears are spinning at a million kilometres an hour. He'd come here with Jessica to meet her adopted parents, only to find she'd invited her brother too. Terrence Bailey, or as he'd also known him - Janus. While Markus tries to comprehend this surprising revelation, the giant politely shakes the hands of his sister's adoptive parents. Snapping Cirillo out of his haze by hugging his arm, Jessica wakes her boyfriend from his thoughts long enough to order a meal. "Uh... I'll take the calamari... with marijuana seasoning." Both of Jessica's adoptive parents lift their brows at the words, and a little bit more seeing the not so subtle elbow Jessica jams into the Antichrist Superstar's ribs. "Ow!" And then the waiter goes away, and a slightly awkward silence falls over the table. It's broken by a deep, amused chuckle from Terrence, who claps Cirillo on the shoulder lightly. "You haven't changed, Markus." "I think the question is, Terrence, have <i>you</i>?" his fellow Australian responds with a bit of sharpness, edgy from his lack of sinful delights. "I am still employed by the SWF" the giant responds with a slight twitch. "So I think the answer would be yes." Cirillo opens his mouth, only to see Jessica giving him a positively evil look. Shutting it again, he looks between the displeased expression of his girlfriend and the blank face of his seven foot friend. With a nervous little shrug, he chuckles and addresses Jessica's adoptive parents. "Old argument... never gets resolved." The nervous chuckling seems to ease the tension at the table a bit, as everyone seems to breathe out. As Jessica's adopted mother sets to interrogating Markus Cirillo about just when they'll be expecting offspring, her father starts a similar interrogation of his adoptive daughter, about keeping herself protected and other things. In the middle of it all, Terrence watches with a bemused expression. However as he looks at Crow, a little tinge of red starts to appear in his eyes... the memory still remains and someone is talking. Terry will not allow it though, so he shakes his head, it needs to clear and murmurs under his breath... "...quiet, Janus...” ---- "Good night, Jessica dear! It was good to see you again! I want some grandkids soon, Markus! Enjoy your career, Terrence!" "It was great to see you again, Jess, and you watch your tongue around her, young man! Terrence, you're alright." As the car that houses Jessica's adoptive parents pulls out of the parking lot, Markus watches them go with an eagle's eye. The moment they're out of sight, he yanks a cigarette from his pocket, whips out his lighter, and takes a long drag on the nicotine stick with a sigh. "Fuuuuuuuck, that's better." "At least you looked proper for them tonight." Jessica sighs. "Hey, babe, I always look proper. Hey, Terrence! Where you going?" The Anti-Heel Machine pauses in his long stride, glancing over his shoulder through black and white hair, and points to his car. Taking another drag, the Antichrist Superstar shakes his head and waves him back. "Come back here man, I wanna have a bit of a chat. Jess, could we discuss some MANLY things in private?" "Oh, please." his girlfriend replies. "I do NOT need to hear you comparing dick sizes with people again." As Jessica heads towards the car she and the Gothic Avian arrived in, Crow takes a long drag of his cigarette. Still clad in his white tuxedo, Terrence comes up next to him and tilts his head slightly, as he always did. “What, Markus?” Mark takes another drag and breathes out smoke as he talks, “I watched Lockdown a couple of nights ago... and fuck man, good work on taking down those dangerously wild motherfuckers.” “Thanks,” the giant says with a smile, “It was a tough match, we did it and I couldn’t be happier to pull it off for the Trinity.” “Word, you managed to do what ol’ Dante and me couldn’t!” laughs Crow. “Well, you and Dante weren't built like...." the giant pauses, and cracks a slight smile, "....a brick shithouse." The Antichrist Superstar cocks an eyebrow in shock, “...Dude, did you just swear!?” "I guess I did." the giant responds, as bland as ever. "Full blame lies on Dace's shoulders - if you think you swear, you should have seen him after losing to Toxxic." “What? He lost to a rookie!? Ahaha... I shouldn’t laugh, I lost to a woman,” cacks Markus as he hangs his head. "Toxxic rose faster than Atlas, Markus," Terrence responds, making Cirillo's jaw drop for just a moment. "Jesus, I'm going to have to come back sometime and teach him a lesson." “Ha... maybe you should,” Terrence smirks, “Anyway... speaking of Dante... how has he been? I saw him around the locker room for a while following your retirement, but he's upped and vanished like Fugue's career.” “...who?” “Right, point taken. Well?” “Yeah man, Dante’s trekked back to Adelaide to settle things with his ex-wife. They’re getting back together, I think...” “Really? Well, that’s great.” Terrence responds with a cheerful chuckle. “Oh fuck no!” hollers Crow, “Have you met his wife!? Sure, she’s got the geeky hottie look down-pat, but she is a bitch! She got problems, man.” A huge bellowing laughter escapes from the Anti-Heel Machine's’ lungs and it catches the attention of Jessica who hangs her head out the car to call out. “Will you guys hurry up!? Markus, we have to get back to the hotel. Wink wink, nudge nudge and all that!” Terrence looks back at his sister with a glare, obviously not approving of her screaming out her craving for sex, it seems. The Gothic Warrior has a huge grin on his face, but quickly wipes it off once Terrence turns his attention back to him. “We’ll just see how it goes, he may be back... you never know,” continues Markus. “We can hope,” replies the seven-footer. He then opens his mouth to say something else, but he hesitates, obviously trying to think of the best way to say it. An awkward silence creeps over the conversation until Crow simply asks... “What, man?” “I don’t know how to say this exactly, but... when are you coming back? You’re really missed in the locker room. Annie especially misses you... if you can believe that.” The smile quickly fades off Markus’ face, “I can’t answer that, dude.” “Don’t give me that lip, Crow,” the Anti-Heel Machine rumbles, deliberately calling him by his ring alias, “Do not try to lead me to believe that you don’t miss it. Because I know you do. Wrestling is in our blood.” Markus butts out his cigarette, pulls a joint out of his pocket and lights it before responding. “That may be true, but my body has healed. I’m feeling healthier than I ever have before... I’m afraid if I step into the ring, I’m going meet some crazed fuck like and almost get killed.” Terrence twitches and grabs the joint out of Markus’ hand, “You’re killing yourself with this shit.” “Don’t get me fucking started,” retorts Crow, slightly pissed off. He grabs it back and keeps smoking it. “Look, I fucking love the ring and I love wrestling, I love talking to the fans, I love everything about the motherfucking federation... but I don’t know it’s right for me... at least now, anyway.” The motions are subtle, a change in position to look more ominous, a slight curl of the lip, and a narrowing of the eyes. "You know it's in your blood. You're just more cowardly. The Antichrist Superstar, once respected and feared for his resilience, now nothing more than a pot-smoking gothic wannabe..." “Hey, you watch your FUCKING mouth, Terrence! Respect who you’re fucking talking to.” "I’m sorry... but Terrence is not here at the moment, can I take a message?" is the growled reply. “Fucking settle! Ok, fine! I’ll put some thought into it, but not now! Hey, why the fuck don’t you tell me how you’re doing! How is that head of yours working?” angrily queries an irritated Antichrist Superstar. “Well enough,” the big man mutters, slightly evasive, still obviously annoyed. “What? That dumb fuck of a psychopath running around in your head again?” shouts Crow. After completing his sentence, he turns his back to the giant – realising what he just said. “Don’t push me, Crow. Please... do not push me.” Silence. The two men, whilst very good friends, still have issues unresolved. As a sign of peace, Terrence places his hand on Crow’s shoulder and speaks, “Look... we have a long and troubled past, just give me this, a handshake here and now.” Markus turns his head back, looks at the giant, smiles, and shakes his head before turning around to extend his hand. A connection and a handshake... Friends once again, as they used to be. "One last thing..." "Yeah?" Terrence looks down at Markus, white strands of hair hanging down in his face. "You're a good friend, Markus, and I like you a lot. But... he won't like you and he never will. Just... remember that, ok?" "Ok" Markus laughs, voice amused but eyes serious, “I’ll see you around.” The two men turn and walk their separate paths, Terrence to his car and off to his home, whilst Crow to his girlfriend and to his hotel room. Mark opens the door to his door, only to get taken back by a cloud of smoke “What the fuck?” he asks, bemused. He looks inside and sees a Jessica with a joint in her mouth and with a glazed look in her eyes. “Ahahahah, now what would your mother say, Jessica?” Jessica giggles, “That you’re a bad influence on me,” they both laugh, “Now take me home, hon, I want some TLC.” Markus starts the car and begins to drive away. He looks at his girlfriend and smiles widely. He loves her and she loves him... it’s a beautiful thing. A traffic light turns red and it’s at this moment that his mind has one final thing to say... “Ah, the joys of the family affair. I think I might get drunk.” Fade out.

An excellent promo to open up with, mate. As I said in chat, it provides us with some background on your character and provides a glimpse of his personality. Throwing in some history by ICW and referencing my character's past was a good idea, there is obviously going to be some heat between our wrestlers. Starting your career off with a feud will help in the long run. On the technical sides of things, you may want to add a little more description in there. It was a little hard to gauge the tone of the conversation everynow and then, so keep that in mind. Also, add who is talking before or after or between the dialogue, I lost track of who was speaking a couple times. Other than that, a strong start and you have a lot of potential... let's see how much you can bring up to the playing field.

I like it. It shows how much of a cunt you are and it provides some nice build going into the match on the next show.

Budweiser? You call that beer? Get some Coopers into ya, son.

You should feel aroused.

Chat. Cum join us.

... Learn your Australian terms, mate.