Real Name (Optional): Joseph Marciano Vendetti
Wrestler's Name: Joey Vendetti
Wrestler's Nickname (If Any): The Italian Stallion
Valet/Manager (If Any):
Wrestler's Weight: 5'10
Wrestler's Height: 220 lbs
Wrestler's Hometown: Verona, Italy
Wrestler's Alignment: Neutral
Wrestler's Appearance: (In-ring, out-of-ring, promo, etc.) Outside of the ring Joey is nearly always wearing Armani or Gucci suits or workout attire. Inside the ring Joey wearings Italian flag print tights with red kneepads and shiny black wrestling boots. He has jet black hair that is typically gelled back. His skin is olive-toned.
Entrance Theme: "Square Dance" by Eminem preceded by soft Italian music
Entrance (Optional): The lights dim and red, white, and green lights sweep over the arena as soft Italian music wafts over the crowd. After a few moments the lights kick up and Joey walks out onstage and down to the ring.
Basic Moves (At-least 5):
Drop toe hold
Dropkick
Knife-edge chop
Snap suplex
German suplex
Signatures Moves (At-least 3):
The East Side Smack - essentially "Sweet Chin Music"
The Dirt Nap - Evenflow DDT
Blood Money - Charlie Haas' "Haas of Pain"
Setup Move(s):
Sleeping with the Fishes - Joey sends his opponent hard, face first into the turnbuckle. As they back out he cinches in a tight, classic sleeper hold to wear their energy down so he can complete his finisher.
Finisher(s):
The Family Ties - Double underhook piledriver.
Wrestler's Bio/Background:
Joey Vendetti was born in Verona, Italy to a wealthy Italian family. He moved at age seventeen to New Jersey where his Family settled their estate. His family owns four casinos in Las Vegas and a credit counseling service in the greater New York City area. He has been wrestling most of his life. He wrestled in high school in New Jersey, winning state twice for the 171 lbs weight class, and all the way through college at Columbia. He has a Bachelors in Business Administration and a MBA from George Mason in D.C. His family payed his way through school but he couldn't get away from his passion, wrestling. He also assists with the family business... which is totally legitimate... honest...
Optional Stuff You Can Add:
Other Feds/Titles/Award History
XUW World Heavyweight Champion
XUW Tag Team Champion
Who Trained Your Wrestler (Can be added in bio)
Sample RP
It's time...
The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up outside the offices of NWF much in the same way that any other car might pull up. Slowly, judging turns, brake lights flaring at random moments as the driver corrected and carefully pulled the car into the spot. The spot was far from any other car in the lot. The driver, a large, olive-toned man wearing a driver's cap, stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger side door, pulling it open slowly after drawing his wool coat around him to shield himself from the icy January air.
The shoes that hit the ground were Italian, much like the rest of the body stepping out of the passenger seat. The silk Armani suit was finely pressed. The suit was black, with charcoal pinstripes running from the length of the leg to the top of the lapels on the jacket. The red silk tie seemed to erupt a shockwave around the dark black jacket. The knot was thick and led to an olive-toned neck, further up from that was the face of a man who had only recently returned to the public eye.
His eyes were covered with Jimmy Choo sunglasses the shimmered in the dull January sun. His hair, oiled back, was perfect. He was attractive, which was frustrating, because he knew it.
"I'll only be a minute, Vito," he said, turning away from his driver and heading to the building.
Once inside he inhaled deeply through his nostrils. Faintly he smelled canvas. Even more faintly he smelled blood.
"I'm home."
My views ain't changed, still inhumane, wait...
Arraigned two days late. The date's today, hang me.
L'Estremita...
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