Post by mrleedles on Jun 13, 2024 2:55:12 GMT -6
CHARACTER: Tony D'Angelo
ALIGNMENT: Tweener (Can lean on either side, depending on his ongoing feuds)
GIMMICK: The Don of The UWF...or, at least, that's what he hopes to be, soon enough.
PREFERRED FINISHER: "Sleeping With The Fishes" (Fisherman Neckbreaker, sometimes preceded by a Northern Lights Suplex)
PROMO SAMPLE:
ALIGNMENT: Tweener (Can lean on either side, depending on his ongoing feuds)
GIMMICK: The Don of The UWF...or, at least, that's what he hopes to be, soon enough.
PREFERRED FINISHER: "Sleeping With The Fishes" (Fisherman Neckbreaker, sometimes preceded by a Northern Lights Suplex)
PROMO SAMPLE:
It's late at night. The street lamps are alternating between being on and off. It's raining, and there's not a sound to be heard, other than tires hitting pavement.
A few seconds pass, and the camera shifts, showing an overhead shot of the bridge that had been seen close up beforehand. A lone car drives near the center of the bridge - a white Audi, maybe a couple years old at most. As it passes the dead center, the brake lights flash on, and slowly, its rolling tires come to a stop. Pulling over in the breakdown lane, or close enough to it, it remains parked beneath one of the working street lights...and once completely parked, out steps a man dressed to the nines.
He's got the black suit top. He's got the pristine white tank top underneath. He's got the "gangster" style fedora hat. He has all the makings of someone looking to hit it big...and with the smile on his face? It seems he might have already done so.
Cutting towards the water under the bridge, a splashing sound can be heard, as though something had been thrown in. What that is exactly is left up to the audience's imagination, but regardless of what it was, it's caused a decent impact on the once calm flows of the river.
As the sound of the car's trunk closing follows, the camera shot shifts once more...and there stands the same man, with the same smirk lining his face. As the shot lingers, a graphic soon appears, revealing just who this man truly is.
Tony D'Angelo
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Y'know, a lotta' people...they think they got it made. They got themselves a good job, nice house, maybe a wife or husban' - ey', I ain't one to judge. But those folks thinkin' that they got it made, that nothin' bad can happen to 'em now that they made it where they are now...they got it all wrong."
Tony shakes his head, chuckling to himself under his breath, before looking back up at the camera's eye.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Ya' see, I thought I had it all made, too. Had myself a nice job - family interest, waste management. Had myself a nice car, nice house, no wife or husban', but ey', I'm young, I still got time, ya' know what I mean? Anyways, I thought I was a made man...but then it all fell apart. Had a cuppa' disagreements with certain people, got into a cuppa' fights, ya' know, usual stuff for a guy like me. Think it's all good, think it's all nice an' nice, then BAM!"
Tony feigns punching the camera, instead turning it at the last second to punch his own open palm instead, his smile fading away in an instant.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "It all jus' disappeared, lost in an instant. Like tear drops in the pourin' rain. But I ain't much of a crier, never was one to shed too many tears, so ya' know what I did? I picked myself up, I got my stuff packed, or what's lef' of it, got into my car 'ere, an' hit the road. Never liked that ol' house anyhow..."
Again, Tony smirks, maintaining the air of confidence that seems to surround him no matter what.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "So now I'm 'ere. The UWF, where the stars shine bright an' the gold shines brighter. An' I ain't a dumb man; I know I'm comin' into this place as somethin' of an outsider, but ey', when's that ever stopped me before? So, UWF fans, ya' say that ya' want a revolution? You can consider me the start of it, then, 'cause The Don's come here to do two things: to do a bit a' business, an' to kick some ass...an' from how I see it? I jus' went an' took care of some business, so I guess all that's lef' for me to do now is kick some ass. See ya' 'round."
At that, Tony D'Angelo simply walks back towards the driver's side of his car, gets in, and drives off, leaving the cameraperson standing there on the bridge, for now...
A few seconds pass, and the camera shifts, showing an overhead shot of the bridge that had been seen close up beforehand. A lone car drives near the center of the bridge - a white Audi, maybe a couple years old at most. As it passes the dead center, the brake lights flash on, and slowly, its rolling tires come to a stop. Pulling over in the breakdown lane, or close enough to it, it remains parked beneath one of the working street lights...and once completely parked, out steps a man dressed to the nines.
He's got the black suit top. He's got the pristine white tank top underneath. He's got the "gangster" style fedora hat. He has all the makings of someone looking to hit it big...and with the smile on his face? It seems he might have already done so.
Cutting towards the water under the bridge, a splashing sound can be heard, as though something had been thrown in. What that is exactly is left up to the audience's imagination, but regardless of what it was, it's caused a decent impact on the once calm flows of the river.
As the sound of the car's trunk closing follows, the camera shot shifts once more...and there stands the same man, with the same smirk lining his face. As the shot lingers, a graphic soon appears, revealing just who this man truly is.
Tony D'Angelo
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Y'know, a lotta' people...they think they got it made. They got themselves a good job, nice house, maybe a wife or husban' - ey', I ain't one to judge. But those folks thinkin' that they got it made, that nothin' bad can happen to 'em now that they made it where they are now...they got it all wrong."
Tony shakes his head, chuckling to himself under his breath, before looking back up at the camera's eye.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Ya' see, I thought I had it all made, too. Had myself a nice job - family interest, waste management. Had myself a nice car, nice house, no wife or husban', but ey', I'm young, I still got time, ya' know what I mean? Anyways, I thought I was a made man...but then it all fell apart. Had a cuppa' disagreements with certain people, got into a cuppa' fights, ya' know, usual stuff for a guy like me. Think it's all good, think it's all nice an' nice, then BAM!"
Tony feigns punching the camera, instead turning it at the last second to punch his own open palm instead, his smile fading away in an instant.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "It all jus' disappeared, lost in an instant. Like tear drops in the pourin' rain. But I ain't much of a crier, never was one to shed too many tears, so ya' know what I did? I picked myself up, I got my stuff packed, or what's lef' of it, got into my car 'ere, an' hit the road. Never liked that ol' house anyhow..."
Again, Tony smirks, maintaining the air of confidence that seems to surround him no matter what.
Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "So now I'm 'ere. The UWF, where the stars shine bright an' the gold shines brighter. An' I ain't a dumb man; I know I'm comin' into this place as somethin' of an outsider, but ey', when's that ever stopped me before? So, UWF fans, ya' say that ya' want a revolution? You can consider me the start of it, then, 'cause The Don's come here to do two things: to do a bit a' business, an' to kick some ass...an' from how I see it? I jus' went an' took care of some business, so I guess all that's lef' for me to do now is kick some ass. See ya' 'round."
At that, Tony D'Angelo simply walks back towards the driver's side of his car, gets in, and drives off, leaving the cameraperson standing there on the bridge, for now...
