Post by kosmos on May 25, 2019 2:19:55 GMT -5
Handler Preferred Nickname: Kosmos (Brody)
Social Media Contact Info:
Wrestler Name: Pequeño Dinosaurio
Real Name: Not a matter of public record.
WHO does your Wrestler Look Like? Drago from AAA/Lucha Underground (Green costume)
Wrestler Age: unknown
Wrestler Height: 5’4 ½ ”
Wrestler Weight: 155 lbs
Wrestler's Hometown: Mexico City, Mexico
Wrestler Entrance:
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!
’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.
Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!
Dark green scaled scaled boots lead to a slight fade as his tights approach his waist.
MEGA DEATH MOVE [This is a spectacular move that is rarely performed. An example of a Mega Death Move would be Rob Van Dam's Van Terminator]:.
Mega Death Move Description:
Set-Up Maneuver (if applicable)::
Signature Moves [Moves in this list should be those that are capable of winning a match]:
5 Star Pterodactyl Splash
Other Moves:
Japanese arm drag
Drop kick
Drop toe hold
Legdrop
Leg kick
Hurricanrana
Springboard arm drag
Wrestler Style: Luchador/high flyer
Manager: None
Alignment [Is the character a heel, a tweener or a face?]: Rookie face
Gimmick: A high flying luchador whose theatrics are based on dinosaurs.
How Did You Hear About the XHF Network?: A guy I used to fed with yeas ago is in a fed affiliated with you.
Lucha libre isn’t sports entertainment. It isn’t quite, “professional wrestling” either. It is a religion.
Honourable tecnicos fought against the dastardly rudos for the admiration of the crowds.
Luchadors and luchadoras were like folk-heroes to the poor of Mexico. Anyone could be under the mask. A symbol that anyone could make something of themselves if they worked hard.
The speed, strength and fortitude required to rise up the ranks and be considered among the best luchadors in Mexico, we’re not achievable by just anyone. Only the elite make it to the grand arenas.
Elite luchadors like, Tiranosaurio.
At about six feet tall, Tiranosaurio towered over most other luchadors. Using a combination of traditional Lucha Libre techniques, stunning aerial moves and taking advantage of his natural size advantage, he was a not just a champion, he became an icon.
But this isn’t the story of Tiranosaurio, this is the story of his son.
Growing up in the shadow of the great and powerful Tiranosaurio, he didn’t simply love his father as a son would. He grew up worshiping him.
His childhood was filled with memories of the arenas, he and his mother, how it hurt them so that they couldn’t tell everyone that the man whom the crowds cheered for was their father and husband. The man who made them scream and clammer for more night after night, was the same man who, along side his mother, worked hard to provide the kind of life for their family that they could have only dreamed of.
Inspiring the boy to be whatever he wanted, there was only one choice. He would be a luchador, like his father before him.
At just shy of five foot five, he was not the physical specimen his father was, that much was clear from the beginning. Size was not teachable, the boy simply didn’t have it.
His training was difficult at best, each of his father’s peers seemingly dedicated to making him quit. All four of them were successful luchadors in their own right, all of them held one thing in common.
Each of them had done something extraordinary, each of them had defeated Tiranosaurio.
He preserved. He took his beatings, but most importantly, he learned his lessons well. With time, he eventually earned the respect of his father’s four closest friends. There was only one thing to do then his training would be complete.
In an empty arena, six men gathered. He wore a blank white mask. He entered the arena looking around, imagining what it would be like to have the crowd chanting for him.
Then he saw him, standing in the ring. Tiranosaurio.
The four former champion luchadors each gave a final piece of advice.
“Keep moving.”
“Rely on speed, not power.”
“Rely on technique, not speed.”
“Don’t see your father, your father isn’t in that ring boy.”
He looked at his father as he stretched on the ropes, he wasn’t truly expected to…
“Pass this final test and claim your mask.” His father rushed at him, and it began.
With Super Serpiente serving as referee, he fought, not his father, but one of the greatest luchadors in history.
Seventy eight minutes later, it was over. None of the six have ever spoken on the result of this father/son Apollo/Rocky 3 bout. But when it was over, they hugged.
Tears filled his white mask as his father unlaced it, “You are not Tiranosaurio Junior. Take off your mask.”
Believing he had disappointed his father somehow, the boy began to have lead his case, “Papa…I…”
He was silenced with a wave of Tiranosaurio’s gloved hand, “No, you are not Tiranosaurio Junior, you are your own creature.”
Super Serpiente produced a green scaled mask similar to Tiranosaurio’s but more youthful and cartoon themed. He would be a tecnico after all.
“Fast, soaring high, ready to swoop down upon your prey. You are; Pequeño Dinosaurio. More importantly, your flight leaves tomorrow. Your debut will be for an English promotion known around the world for inviting all styles. Show them Lucha Libre Pequeño Dinosaurio, show them our legacy.”
The next day he boarded a plane and headed toward his debut in Riot Star Wrestling.
Social Media Contact Info:
Wrestler Name: Pequeño Dinosaurio
Real Name: Not a matter of public record.
WHO does your Wrestler Look Like? Drago from AAA/Lucha Underground (Green costume)
Wrestler Age: unknown
Wrestler Height: 5’4 ½ ”
Wrestler Weight: 155 lbs
Wrestler's Hometown: Mexico City, Mexico
Wrestler Entrance:
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM!
BOOM BOOM ACKA-LACKA LACKA BOOM BOOM!!
’Walk the Dinosaur’ by Was (not was) starts to play, fans, especially the younger ones, begin clapping along to the silly, but infectious beat of the song.
Practically slithering through the curtain, Pequeño Dinosaurio is welcomed to a modest cheer for the brightly coloured rookie técnico!
Dark green scaled scaled boots lead to a slight fade as his tights approach his waist.
MEGA DEATH MOVE [This is a spectacular move that is rarely performed. An example of a Mega Death Move would be Rob Van Dam's Van Terminator]:.
Mega Death Move Description:
Set-Up Maneuver (if applicable)::
Signature Moves [Moves in this list should be those that are capable of winning a match]:
5 Star Pterodactyl Splash
Other Moves:
Japanese arm drag
Drop kick
Drop toe hold
Legdrop
Leg kick
Hurricanrana
Springboard arm drag
Wrestler Style: Luchador/high flyer
Manager: None
Alignment [Is the character a heel, a tweener or a face?]: Rookie face
Gimmick: A high flying luchador whose theatrics are based on dinosaurs.
How Did You Hear About the XHF Network?: A guy I used to fed with yeas ago is in a fed affiliated with you.
Lucha libre isn’t sports entertainment. It isn’t quite, “professional wrestling” either. It is a religion.
Honourable tecnicos fought against the dastardly rudos for the admiration of the crowds.
Luchadors and luchadoras were like folk-heroes to the poor of Mexico. Anyone could be under the mask. A symbol that anyone could make something of themselves if they worked hard.
The speed, strength and fortitude required to rise up the ranks and be considered among the best luchadors in Mexico, we’re not achievable by just anyone. Only the elite make it to the grand arenas.
Elite luchadors like, Tiranosaurio.
At about six feet tall, Tiranosaurio towered over most other luchadors. Using a combination of traditional Lucha Libre techniques, stunning aerial moves and taking advantage of his natural size advantage, he was a not just a champion, he became an icon.
But this isn’t the story of Tiranosaurio, this is the story of his son.
Growing up in the shadow of the great and powerful Tiranosaurio, he didn’t simply love his father as a son would. He grew up worshiping him.
His childhood was filled with memories of the arenas, he and his mother, how it hurt them so that they couldn’t tell everyone that the man whom the crowds cheered for was their father and husband. The man who made them scream and clammer for more night after night, was the same man who, along side his mother, worked hard to provide the kind of life for their family that they could have only dreamed of.
Inspiring the boy to be whatever he wanted, there was only one choice. He would be a luchador, like his father before him.
At just shy of five foot five, he was not the physical specimen his father was, that much was clear from the beginning. Size was not teachable, the boy simply didn’t have it.
His training was difficult at best, each of his father’s peers seemingly dedicated to making him quit. All four of them were successful luchadors in their own right, all of them held one thing in common.
Each of them had done something extraordinary, each of them had defeated Tiranosaurio.
He preserved. He took his beatings, but most importantly, he learned his lessons well. With time, he eventually earned the respect of his father’s four closest friends. There was only one thing to do then his training would be complete.
In an empty arena, six men gathered. He wore a blank white mask. He entered the arena looking around, imagining what it would be like to have the crowd chanting for him.
Then he saw him, standing in the ring. Tiranosaurio.
The four former champion luchadors each gave a final piece of advice.
“Keep moving.”
“Rely on speed, not power.”
“Rely on technique, not speed.”
“Don’t see your father, your father isn’t in that ring boy.”
He looked at his father as he stretched on the ropes, he wasn’t truly expected to…
“Pass this final test and claim your mask.” His father rushed at him, and it began.
With Super Serpiente serving as referee, he fought, not his father, but one of the greatest luchadors in history.
Seventy eight minutes later, it was over. None of the six have ever spoken on the result of this father/son Apollo/Rocky 3 bout. But when it was over, they hugged.
Tears filled his white mask as his father unlaced it, “You are not Tiranosaurio Junior. Take off your mask.”
Believing he had disappointed his father somehow, the boy began to have lead his case, “Papa…I…”
He was silenced with a wave of Tiranosaurio’s gloved hand, “No, you are not Tiranosaurio Junior, you are your own creature.”
Super Serpiente produced a green scaled mask similar to Tiranosaurio’s but more youthful and cartoon themed. He would be a tecnico after all.
“Fast, soaring high, ready to swoop down upon your prey. You are; Pequeño Dinosaurio. More importantly, your flight leaves tomorrow. Your debut will be for an English promotion known around the world for inviting all styles. Show them Lucha Libre Pequeño Dinosaurio, show them our legacy.”
The next day he boarded a plane and headed toward his debut in Riot Star Wrestling.