Grapes

[TheRandomSpectator]

“You gotta break a few eggs to fight everybody……….or what ever that meant originally, yeah” - Grapes


A young, Short brown haired. and he either wears grey boxing shorts or grey sweatpants with either a white-t shirt that says “that guy” on it, or one with no sleeves.


Name: Grapes

Nickname: Well……..”Grapes”…

Age: 23/24

Skin: Sorta tanned white, due to working in the sun.

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Greyish-Green

Height: 6'4

Weight: 125 or possibly 129



Entrance music: Beethoven Ben, Dance of the Hours



Alignment: Tweener

Nationality: Welsh/American


Hentai: “Well…sure…….I guess thats cool…………………..yeah”.

Fighting Style: He ain't sure what, possibly tries what comes to mind. Improvising is his main goal.


Favored Moves:

Pretty much every Powerbomb and Piledriver, Pedigree under the sun.

DDTs,

various Sleeper holds,

Suplexes,

Over the Shoulder, Fireman's Carry

Pretty much Anything he can think of from his past practices.


Finishing move/s:

He is not entirely sure but he has thought up of somethings:

Muscle Buster,

Sunset Flip,

Matchbook and Spladle Pins

Gotch Piledriver.




Personality: An oddly, ok guy, encouraging other wrestlers on keeping spirits high, but can be quiet during matches at times, maybe out of awkwardness on his part. He thinks that he maybe into all sort of matches, mostly middleweight, but also heavyweight if he figures. He likes to be a spectator too, and usually does the wrestling matches for free. He does admit that he is, well, interested in Hentai matches if asked, and if other wrestlers are fine with that, and he even wonders about being, intentionally, a jobber, as a fun thing, inspired by Homer Simpson in the Simpsons episode “the Homer they Fall”. But if anybody is raring for a fight, he will try, might get beat apart, but he aint upset over it.


History: Having come from Southern Indiana, but being born in Florida, the social studies interested 23 year old had once, after being forced into drinking by his friends, one late summer night, stupored into a gym holding wrestling events. When asked by the lady at the counter if he was a contender, he figure, “eh……*hick*- sure”. when he signed up though, he kinda wondered how it was possible. In the way fate turns, and destinys can change in the flick of a light, he signed up, and wearing just sweat pants, and a sweat covered brow, went and got pummeled in many ways you could imagine by a crap-ton of ladies and guys of varying moves. The morning after, with a mild hangover, massive, Massive head ache, bruises, and weirdly both a lipstick mark on his forehead.

“Looks like Fun…yeah………hmm…...wait…where did my wallet go?”.

And So, A man who literally was a fan of social studies, decided to go out and get beaten the tar outta. Not as a career, not even to win the Championship of whatever he ran into, but to just have a good time. He merely would wind up somehow wrestling those that only randomly asked him, or requested it be him. Or if a league though “we need a random guy to get his ass kicked by a our Ladies”. He’s like a throwaway guy you bring in to have as a thing to pound for entertainment. He honestly has not clue why, but he has had little problem of it, merely as he cared little about the situation as is. He took a little bit of the career seriously though, despite himself thinking of it as a hobby, and went out to interview some veteran wrestlers in places he went to while building other educations, and even practiced with a few back in his home. Whatever people thought of him, he was…..”a okay weirdo”- most of the people he knew and meet.

and now that he somehow stumbled into other famous wrestling arenas, wondering what this is all gonna be like.


Wins: N/A


Loses: N/A


Friends: Some guy named Joey who works at a nightclub, and is known to have bad sleep...


Foes: Some mystery wrestler he wrestled that one drunken night who left the Lipstick mark on his head……. He has absolutely no idea who she was……but the lipstick smelled like raspberries…….not sure how that’ll help but he always says so about it.


Inspired by: Literally that time Homer Simpson boxed, and off how in the Big Lebowski, The “Dude” is super chill about, like, every bad thing happening… He is kinda like the dude, but also like Homer, but self aware.