Post by Mule Jr on Feb 1, 2024 21:38:54 GMT -5
Character Name: Mule Jr
Birthplace: Charming, CA
Age: 25
Picbase: Goldberg (WCW Biker)
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 260lbs
Alignment: Heel
Fighting Style: Powerhouse
Theme Music: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
Move Set: Big Boot, Stalling Suplex, Clothesline, German Suplex,
Fallaway Slam, Powerslam, Sidewalk Slam, Backbreaker,
Double Axe Handle, Corner Clothesline
Finisher: Fall Of the Angels (Invert F5 into Jackknife), Angel’s Fury (Jackhammer)
Special: Angel's Justice (Spear), Angel's Redemption (Spinebuster)
Entrance: (“I will not bow” by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers. The platform fills with a dense smoke, and a bright red light shines through the smoke like a menacing glowing eye. Engine revving is heard as a motorcycle slowly emerges from the smoke being ridden by Mule Jr. As the smoke starts to recede, Mule Jr revs the engine and rides the bike slowly down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp, he parks the bike and gets off. He gets in the ring and climbs the ropes, raising his arms posing for the fans.)
Allies/Relationship: Jack Edwards, Alexis Makarios, Jennifer Makarios-Lopez, Eddie Lopez Jr, Gracie Lopez, Ashley Lopez, Diane (Girlfriend)
Bio: I was only 6 years old when I lost both my parents in a car crash. I was put into foster care where I jumped from house-to-house because I would not follow the rules. By the age of 15 years old I went to jail for killing my foster parents because they were abusive sons of bitches. I only served 4 years in jail because it was my first-time offense, and it was self-defense. When I was released from jail my foster brother picked me up. When he left the house, I didn’t know what he did for a living and so got in his pickup truck, and he drove us to this Strip joint where we parked the truck out back in a gated area. As I walked in the place I headed to the office where I met all of his buddies and found out he was part of a motorcycle club. I was asked if I wanted to join the club and I was sure why not what could possibly go wrong. When the president tossed me my cut, I asked what the club's name and he proceeded to tell The Fallen Angels. The club accepted me as one of the family. What I didn’t know was this wasn’t just a family but also a way of life and living. I started at prospect which is at the bottom of the ranks. I rose in the ranks by gun running, kicking people's ass, get rid of someone or something if you catch my drift. Also, I had to keep an eye on the girls in the Strip joint just in case no one gets hurt by the customers since we got some male customers who like to get handsy and the girls don’t like that. When the girls tell me they have a problem with a customer I throw their asses out of the building and if they have a problem with me throwing their asses out then I will beat the shit out of you and break your fucking hands touching the girls after they told you to stop. After 4 years of being a prospect I finally became a full fledged member of the club. By the age of 21 years old I was ready to leave the club and go my own way. When I talk to the president of the club about leaving, I figured he would be furious with me but instead he was cool about it since I always did my job and didn’t slack and plus when he asked me to do something I never questioned his leadership or why he wanted to do the job unlike some of the other members of the club did. As I was sitting in the office with the president of the club, he had one last job for me to do before I leave the club for good. The only way for me to leave was for me to beat the living shit out of the rat that was giving information on the club to the feds. After finding out who was rating out the club to the feds I was fucking pissed off. I reported back to the president of the club on who it was and told him who was rating out the club to the feds and told him it was my foster brother. He was so pissed off that he punched his desk and put a hole in it and said he is going to kill the mother fucker. I told him to let me do it since he is my brother, and it shouldn’t be his responsibility to deal with this rat bastard. He asked if I was sure about doing this job and as I stared him in the eyes, I told him I will kill this rat bastard since he is my problem. I knew then this was going to be my hardest job ever since he was my foster brother and we had been through everything together. As I grabbed my gloves and got on my motorcycle the president handed me his chain called The Rattler. He doesn’t just hand this to anyone to use but he said just in case this comes back to bite someone in the ass he said I want it to be me. I told him nothing is going to come back and bite anyone on the ass because there is going to be no evidence left behind or a body to be found at all. I went to my foster brother's house and put my motorcycle in the back so he couldn't see it and as I picked the lock on the back door and let myself in, I hid away in the house until he came back home. When he got home and was heading down the hallway in his house, I hit him on the back of the head with The Rattler. Then I toss his ass down the stairs to his basement. As I walked down the stairs, I had the chain wrapped around my hand and up my arm and then I just started beating the shit out of him. As he was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, I went up the stairs and grabbed the gas can out of the garage. Then I started pouring the gas over my brother's body and everything in the basement and then started pouring the gas all over the house. After I got done pouring the gas I went out of the house and started my motorcycle and lit the house on fire. As I drove off and watched the house burn down to the ground I went back to the club and went into the office where the president is at, I told him the job is done. As I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up, I went back to the office and gave the president my cut since I was leaving the club. He handed my cut back to me and said I can keep it since all the sacrifice I did for him, and the club and I don’t need to get rid of my tattoo of the club on my back. He told me to take my chopper as a farewell present. I got on my motorcycle and left California and went wherever the road took me next. Riding down the road I kept hearing a rattling noise so when I pulled over at the motel and looked in one of my saddlebags, I saw the presidents chain called The Rattler and with it is a note from the president and he told me to take good care of it and don’t look back and don’t worry about us here we can handle it here without you. As I got to Las Vegas, Nevada I saw a lot of help wanting signs for security jobs for the casinos. As I was stopped at a light a manager from the casino asked me if I was looking for a job and I told him yes, I am. Then he asked me if I knew how to throw people out if they get too rowdy or start fights or conflicts and I was like hell yea I do. The manager said you are hired, and can you start right now, and I said yes, I can. After being there for about 3 months, this group of guys walked into the casino and started breaking shit and causing fights with other people, so I went to grab them up and toss them out onto the streets. When I finally grabbed the last one the other group of guys started to surround me. As the group of guys started to jump me and start fighting me, I started fighting back and suddenly some random person named Dan Russow started helping me. After we took care of the group of guys, he asked me if I ever thought about wrestling and I was like yea but never knew how to get myself there or where to start to get myself noticed.
Birthplace: Charming, CA
Age: 25
Picbase: Goldberg (WCW Biker)
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 260lbs
Alignment: Heel
Fighting Style: Powerhouse
Theme Music: I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin
Move Set: Big Boot, Stalling Suplex, Clothesline, German Suplex,
Fallaway Slam, Powerslam, Sidewalk Slam, Backbreaker,
Double Axe Handle, Corner Clothesline
Finisher: Fall Of the Angels (Invert F5 into Jackknife), Angel’s Fury (Jackhammer)
Special: Angel's Justice (Spear), Angel's Redemption (Spinebuster)
Entrance: (“I will not bow” by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers. The platform fills with a dense smoke, and a bright red light shines through the smoke like a menacing glowing eye. Engine revving is heard as a motorcycle slowly emerges from the smoke being ridden by Mule Jr. As the smoke starts to recede, Mule Jr revs the engine and rides the bike slowly down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp, he parks the bike and gets off. He gets in the ring and climbs the ropes, raising his arms posing for the fans.)
Allies/Relationship: Jack Edwards, Alexis Makarios, Jennifer Makarios-Lopez, Eddie Lopez Jr, Gracie Lopez, Ashley Lopez, Diane (Girlfriend)
Bio: I was only 6 years old when I lost both my parents in a car crash. I was put into foster care where I jumped from house-to-house because I would not follow the rules. By the age of 15 years old I went to jail for killing my foster parents because they were abusive sons of bitches. I only served 4 years in jail because it was my first-time offense, and it was self-defense. When I was released from jail my foster brother picked me up. When he left the house, I didn’t know what he did for a living and so got in his pickup truck, and he drove us to this Strip joint where we parked the truck out back in a gated area. As I walked in the place I headed to the office where I met all of his buddies and found out he was part of a motorcycle club. I was asked if I wanted to join the club and I was sure why not what could possibly go wrong. When the president tossed me my cut, I asked what the club's name and he proceeded to tell The Fallen Angels. The club accepted me as one of the family. What I didn’t know was this wasn’t just a family but also a way of life and living. I started at prospect which is at the bottom of the ranks. I rose in the ranks by gun running, kicking people's ass, get rid of someone or something if you catch my drift. Also, I had to keep an eye on the girls in the Strip joint just in case no one gets hurt by the customers since we got some male customers who like to get handsy and the girls don’t like that. When the girls tell me they have a problem with a customer I throw their asses out of the building and if they have a problem with me throwing their asses out then I will beat the shit out of you and break your fucking hands touching the girls after they told you to stop. After 4 years of being a prospect I finally became a full fledged member of the club. By the age of 21 years old I was ready to leave the club and go my own way. When I talk to the president of the club about leaving, I figured he would be furious with me but instead he was cool about it since I always did my job and didn’t slack and plus when he asked me to do something I never questioned his leadership or why he wanted to do the job unlike some of the other members of the club did. As I was sitting in the office with the president of the club, he had one last job for me to do before I leave the club for good. The only way for me to leave was for me to beat the living shit out of the rat that was giving information on the club to the feds. After finding out who was rating out the club to the feds I was fucking pissed off. I reported back to the president of the club on who it was and told him who was rating out the club to the feds and told him it was my foster brother. He was so pissed off that he punched his desk and put a hole in it and said he is going to kill the mother fucker. I told him to let me do it since he is my brother, and it shouldn’t be his responsibility to deal with this rat bastard. He asked if I was sure about doing this job and as I stared him in the eyes, I told him I will kill this rat bastard since he is my problem. I knew then this was going to be my hardest job ever since he was my foster brother and we had been through everything together. As I grabbed my gloves and got on my motorcycle the president handed me his chain called The Rattler. He doesn’t just hand this to anyone to use but he said just in case this comes back to bite someone in the ass he said I want it to be me. I told him nothing is going to come back and bite anyone on the ass because there is going to be no evidence left behind or a body to be found at all. I went to my foster brother's house and put my motorcycle in the back so he couldn't see it and as I picked the lock on the back door and let myself in, I hid away in the house until he came back home. When he got home and was heading down the hallway in his house, I hit him on the back of the head with The Rattler. Then I toss his ass down the stairs to his basement. As I walked down the stairs, I had the chain wrapped around my hand and up my arm and then I just started beating the shit out of him. As he was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, I went up the stairs and grabbed the gas can out of the garage. Then I started pouring the gas over my brother's body and everything in the basement and then started pouring the gas all over the house. After I got done pouring the gas I went out of the house and started my motorcycle and lit the house on fire. As I drove off and watched the house burn down to the ground I went back to the club and went into the office where the president is at, I told him the job is done. As I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up, I went back to the office and gave the president my cut since I was leaving the club. He handed my cut back to me and said I can keep it since all the sacrifice I did for him, and the club and I don’t need to get rid of my tattoo of the club on my back. He told me to take my chopper as a farewell present. I got on my motorcycle and left California and went wherever the road took me next. Riding down the road I kept hearing a rattling noise so when I pulled over at the motel and looked in one of my saddlebags, I saw the presidents chain called The Rattler and with it is a note from the president and he told me to take good care of it and don’t look back and don’t worry about us here we can handle it here without you. As I got to Las Vegas, Nevada I saw a lot of help wanting signs for security jobs for the casinos. As I was stopped at a light a manager from the casino asked me if I was looking for a job and I told him yes, I am. Then he asked me if I knew how to throw people out if they get too rowdy or start fights or conflicts and I was like hell yea I do. The manager said you are hired, and can you start right now, and I said yes, I can. After being there for about 3 months, this group of guys walked into the casino and started breaking shit and causing fights with other people, so I went to grab them up and toss them out onto the streets. When I finally grabbed the last one the other group of guys started to surround me. As the group of guys started to jump me and start fighting me, I started fighting back and suddenly some random person named Dan Russow started helping me. After we took care of the group of guys, he asked me if I ever thought about wrestling and I was like yea but never knew how to get myself there or where to start to get myself noticed.
