*Wrestler Name: Alexander Remington
* Nickname: N/A
* Age: 32
* Hometown: Los Angeles, California
* Weight: 6'6
* Height: 265 lbs
* Favorite Specialty Match: Three Tiered Cage Match (Three cages on top of each other, weapons lining each tier; goal is to get to the top of the cage and grab whatever the hell you're trying to get which is suspended above the third tier)
*Specialty Weapons (IF ANY): Barbed-wire bat
* Entrance Music: "The God That Failed" by Metallica
* Alignment (face/heel): Heel
* Years Wrestling: 10+
* Finisher:
Cashflow or the Roots of Evil
* Finisher Description: Cashflow - basically a jumping in-air flatliner
Roots of Evil - Crossface submission
* Bio/Backround:
Alexander is the son of former wrestling great Powerhouse. Given that his father was always on the road, he felt a separation from him. However, when his death finally arrived, Alexander received a handsome payment from the will, and years later he began to train to follow in his late father's footsteps.
Now he has been successful in every company he's been in, winning World championships in many of them. He is ruthless and cunning; whether a fan favorite or loathed by the same, he is always more than willing to cut backroom deals and do whatever it takes to see his success. He allows very few in his inner circle; given his past, trust is not easily earned.
Prior to his wrestling career, he was involved with a very special segment of a Special Forces group. He was involved in the capture of many corrupt and dangerous men. He left this job when one group kidnapped and murdered his wife and his children for revenge. He's always blamed himself for that, and therefore, he can be a bit paranoid from time to time, and this no doubt has played a role in his lack of trust for others.
* Fighting style:
Suplex machine; capable of submissions, is not a high flyer. Will fight dirty when he needs to; is much more cerebral in and out of the ring. Will do anything to secure a win.
* Wrestler's Favourite Moves (As Many As You Feel Are Neccessary):
I suck at doing these, so just know that he's big on suplexes, big on submission holds...he is NOT a high flyer - only when absolutely necessary. He'll brawl; he'll fight dirty if he has to...whatever it takes to secure a win.
Picture Base: Christian Bale
Career Accomplishments – 1x IWF champion; 1x UECW champion; 1x UECW Tag champion; 1x No Limits champion; 1x UECW United States champion; 2x AWE champion; 1x XWE champion. Hell if I know any others, but dammit, they're in there somewhere.
NON-CHAMPIONSHIP ENTRANCE - The lights fade as "The God That Failed" by Metallica begins to play through the arena. The fans rise to their feet, already beginning to boo or shout obscenities in the direction of the upper stage as the lights begin to fade; just a dim light shining on the top of the stage. A loud blast of pyro shocks the ears of those in the arena as Alexander Remington appears in the midst of the smoke, cracking a smile as he looks upon his loyal subjects or detractors before turning his focus to the ring, ignoring the chants from the masses as they beg and plead for him to leave their presence.
Smugly, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the outreached hands of those fans who are still a fan of Alexander's work, coldly walking slowly toward the ring until he finally reaches the ring apron. Slowly stepping onto the side of the ring apron, he leans his back against the ropes as he once again pans his eyes around the arena, taking in the atmosphere, almost loving the negative attention pointed in his direction. He shrugs them off finally as he enters the ring, climbing onto the nearest turnbuckles as he stretches his arms high into the air, scoffing at his detractors as he hops off the turnbuckles and leans his back against them, awaiting the match to begin.
CHAMPIONSHIP ENTRANCE -The lights fade as "The God That Failed" by Metallica begins to play through the arena. The fans rise to their feet, already beginning to boo or shout obscenities in the direction of the upper stage as the lights begin to fade; just a dim light shining on the top of the stage. A loud blast of pyro shocks the ears of those in the arena as Alexander Remington appears in the midst of the smoke, cracking a smile as he looks upon his loyal subjects or detractors, holding his championship firmly against his shoulder as he glances down at it, nodding his head as he looks back up at those who would have none of it, knowing that he was better than any of them and had accomplished more in his time in IWF than they would in their entire existences. He finally grasps the championship within his fingertips, holding it high in the air as he mocks their shortcomings, placing it once more against his shoulder before turning his focus to the ring, ignoring the chants from the masses as they beg and plead for him to leave their presence.
Smugly, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the outreached hands of those fans who are still a fan of Alexander's work, coldly walking slowly toward the ring until he finally reaches the ring apron. Slowly stepping onto the side of the ring apron, he leans his back against the ropes as he once again pans his eyes around the arena, taking in the atmosphere, almost loving the negative attention pointed in his direction. He shrugs them off finally as he enters the ring, climbing onto the nearest turnbuckles as he stretches his championship high into the air, scoffing at his detractors, mocking them again and proclaiming himself as the best in the business once more as he hops off the turnbuckles and leans his back against them, awaiting the match to begin.
Any Other Notes - PPV entrances can be more extravagant, especially when Alexander is champion, but we can discuss that in the future, or I trust Corey Casey or Styg with my entrances
Subject: Remington bio 
Mon Nov 19, 2012 10:58 pm
