''THE EPITOME OF TECHNICAL FINESSE''
JUSTIN MARSHAM
Your Name: Justin
How Long Have You Been E-Fedding?: Since 2001
E-Mail: theshatteredfacade@yahoo.com
Instant Messengers?: n/a -- utilize the message board PM system.
Your Wrestler's Pic Base: Austin Aries
Your Wrestler's Name: Justin Marsham
Pro Wrestling Debut: 2000
Trained By: John Mac
Alignment (Face/Heel): Heel
Associates: Ryan Shane
Short Bio: There is nothing short about his past. He is focused on winning because it translates into money.
HT & WT: 6' , 220 lbs
Age/Date of Birth: 1/30/1983
Other Accolades/Previous Titles:
- CZW Intercontinental Champion: 04/11/09 - 06/28/09
- TXA Xtreme Champion: 2/12/06 to 8/28/06
- FWF Heavyweight Champion: 12/22/02 to 2/15/03, 3/30/03 to 6/01/03, 7/27/03 to 11/02/03, 1/10/04 to 3/14/04
- FWF Prime Time Champion: 11/13/02 to 12/04/02
- FWF Tag Team Champion: 10/17/02 to 12/18/02 (w/Steven Slade), 1/22/03 to 2/8/03 (w/Cobi Deekins), 2/8/03 to 4/5/03 (w/Toxic)
Entrance Music: "Wretches and Kings" -- Linkin Park
Entrance Details:
- Not much to tell. He is very basic, requires little lighting effects, no pyro, etc.
- Has often been known to emerge from the crowd, slip into the ring behind opponent and attack his opponent.
Location/Place of Birth: Fort Wayne, Indiana
Finishing Move (can use up to 3):
1. Wicked Driver IV -- An inverted scoop piledriver/awful waffle
2. The Executioner's Song -- A High Elevated Single Leg Crab
Signature Moves (up to 5):
1. Corner Yakuza Kick
2. Running Facewash
3. Curb Stomp
4. Pumphandled Backbreaker
5. Air Marsham -- a Springboard Clothesline
Frequent Moves (up to 15):
1. Wicked Driver II: Tilt-a-whirl Piledriver
2. Octopus Stretch
3. Fireman's Carry Into Neckbreaker over Knee
4. Chokes -- will often use the shin of his right foot across the throat of a downed opponent while distracting referee/top rope as a choke.
5. Tajiri-like Kicks
6. Cobra Clutch Russian Leg Sweep
7. Pendulum Elbow Drop
8. DDT -- every and any variation
9. Rolling Trifecta Dragon Suplex with Bridge
10. Dragon Screw Leg Whip
11. Figure Four Leg Lock / Esp. Around Turnbuckle Post
12. Dropkick to Knee
13. Hangman's Neckbreaker
14. Spinning Heel Kick
15. Texas Cloverleaf
Valet/Manager's name (if applicable): n/a
Their Pic Base:
Their brief bio:
Sample RP (any size):
Bright red and green lights twinkle through veils of snow. Icicles stretch down like jagged teeth from the gutters of homes, endowing the façade of many residences with an almost animalistic appearance. People flood into department stores in search of that perfect gift. Roads have become slick with ice, leaving those hurried people to decide what is more important – presents or their own safety. Caroling church-goers move through upscale nursing homes, singing their melodic songs to those who can barely hear. The epic signs of Christmas are abound. Or, rather, they are back home in the States.
For Justin Marsham, Christmas will be spent in Yokohama, Japan and he does not miss those signs of Christmas an ounce. He had worked several of the last few – performing at random family-friendly Christmas Day shows. Most people close to him are obsolete and he has grown accustom to spending Christmas alone. This year would not be much different. Or, so it would first appear.
"Excuse me, but the drinks here taste like fruity pebbles. That is, if fruity pebbles were really a bunch of rocks in a glass of gay man’s piss,” remarks the familiar voice of CZW’s Kyle Riley.
One fluid motion of the camera reveals Riley’s partner-in-crime, Evan Tyler, who laughs. Both of these men – members of the Renegades and together the formidable team of Idolized – push their ways through a crowd of people, each careful not to spill their drinks. Bodies sway in every other direction, moving to the beat of music that nearly drowns out their conversation. People pulsate with the rhythm and their erratic movements do not resemble any form of dance either Riley or Tyler have ever seen before.
When the camera continues to pan outward, the destination that Idolized so desperately seek comes into view. One single table – surrounded three quarters the way around by a booth – is shown, at which the Epitome of Technical Finesse himself is seated. Marsham’s muscular frame has already been accepted into the plush, navy blue cushions of the bench. He leans in a corner with both arms stretched out over the backs of the booth, soaking in the energy of the club. His head rests gently against the wooden frame, though his eyes follow his comrades as they carve a path through the dancers.
This evening, Marsham has traded in Christmas carols for Electronic dance music. The sounds of Skrillex surge through the speakers. Songs from Muse and Lady Gaga are merged into a rhythmic, orgasm-engendering tune. Each explosive beat emanates with such heavy bass that the floor trembles. Marsham sits absently watching the water in his glass quiver. His foot taps against the floor, on beat with the song as if he has heard it before. Dubstep does not quench Marsham’s thirst for music like other genres, but in this bar, at this time of night, in this country – it will do.
"Where the Hell have you brought us to, Marsham?” questions Tyler when he slips into his seat.
Riley is nearly knocked aside by a man wielding glow-sticks. It is an actual feat for Riley to avoid being hit by the sticks as the man whips them around like a pair of nunchucks.
"I didn’t know they had places like this in Japan,” Riley proclaims – his voice tainted with genuine disbelief.
Settling in his seat, Tyler decrees, "You have been silent for the past four weeks since you’ve come back. It’s one thing to not give any interviews or just avoid the whole promotional match scene altogether, but come’on man – we’re out to have some fun. Give us a break and liven up a little.”
A smirk crosses Marsham’s lips, but he utters no response. Instead, it is Riley who speaks – adding, "Yea man, seriously. You drag us around, you have us come to this club when you know very well we have a match this week too. So, you’ve gotta at least enjoy our company or something. Damn. The least you could do is amuse us with a conversation.”
Fingers coil around the glass of water before Marsham, bringing the cold liquid up to his lips and allowing it to spill down his throat. Ice cubes are held back by parched lips, letting only the water pass to splash about over his tongue. As the glass is brought back down to the table, Marsham’s smirk returns – emerging over his countenance after a very deep breath; and, in that moment, it is when the Epitome of Technical Finesse breaks his silence.
"—then what would you like me to say?”
Are you willing/able to write a match from time to time?: I am
JUSTIN MARSHAM
Your Name: Justin
How Long Have You Been E-Fedding?: Since 2001
E-Mail: theshatteredfacade@yahoo.com
Instant Messengers?: n/a -- utilize the message board PM system.
Your Wrestler's Pic Base: Austin Aries
Your Wrestler's Name: Justin Marsham
Pro Wrestling Debut: 2000
Trained By: John Mac
Alignment (Face/Heel): Heel
Associates: Ryan Shane
Short Bio: There is nothing short about his past. He is focused on winning because it translates into money.
HT & WT: 6' , 220 lbs
Age/Date of Birth: 1/30/1983
Other Accolades/Previous Titles:
- CZW Intercontinental Champion: 04/11/09 - 06/28/09
- TXA Xtreme Champion: 2/12/06 to 8/28/06
- FWF Heavyweight Champion: 12/22/02 to 2/15/03, 3/30/03 to 6/01/03, 7/27/03 to 11/02/03, 1/10/04 to 3/14/04
- FWF Prime Time Champion: 11/13/02 to 12/04/02
- FWF Tag Team Champion: 10/17/02 to 12/18/02 (w/Steven Slade), 1/22/03 to 2/8/03 (w/Cobi Deekins), 2/8/03 to 4/5/03 (w/Toxic)
Entrance Music: "Wretches and Kings" -- Linkin Park
Entrance Details:
- Not much to tell. He is very basic, requires little lighting effects, no pyro, etc.
- Has often been known to emerge from the crowd, slip into the ring behind opponent and attack his opponent.
Location/Place of Birth: Fort Wayne, Indiana
Finishing Move (can use up to 3):
1. Wicked Driver IV -- An inverted scoop piledriver/awful waffle
2. The Executioner's Song -- A High Elevated Single Leg Crab
Signature Moves (up to 5):
1. Corner Yakuza Kick
2. Running Facewash
3. Curb Stomp
4. Pumphandled Backbreaker
5. Air Marsham -- a Springboard Clothesline
Frequent Moves (up to 15):
1. Wicked Driver II: Tilt-a-whirl Piledriver
2. Octopus Stretch
3. Fireman's Carry Into Neckbreaker over Knee
4. Chokes -- will often use the shin of his right foot across the throat of a downed opponent while distracting referee/top rope as a choke.
5. Tajiri-like Kicks
6. Cobra Clutch Russian Leg Sweep
7. Pendulum Elbow Drop
8. DDT -- every and any variation
9. Rolling Trifecta Dragon Suplex with Bridge
10. Dragon Screw Leg Whip
11. Figure Four Leg Lock / Esp. Around Turnbuckle Post
12. Dropkick to Knee
13. Hangman's Neckbreaker
14. Spinning Heel Kick
15. Texas Cloverleaf
Valet/Manager's name (if applicable): n/a
Their Pic Base:
Their brief bio:
Sample RP (any size):
Bright red and green lights twinkle through veils of snow. Icicles stretch down like jagged teeth from the gutters of homes, endowing the façade of many residences with an almost animalistic appearance. People flood into department stores in search of that perfect gift. Roads have become slick with ice, leaving those hurried people to decide what is more important – presents or their own safety. Caroling church-goers move through upscale nursing homes, singing their melodic songs to those who can barely hear. The epic signs of Christmas are abound. Or, rather, they are back home in the States.
For Justin Marsham, Christmas will be spent in Yokohama, Japan and he does not miss those signs of Christmas an ounce. He had worked several of the last few – performing at random family-friendly Christmas Day shows. Most people close to him are obsolete and he has grown accustom to spending Christmas alone. This year would not be much different. Or, so it would first appear.
"Excuse me, but the drinks here taste like fruity pebbles. That is, if fruity pebbles were really a bunch of rocks in a glass of gay man’s piss,” remarks the familiar voice of CZW’s Kyle Riley.
One fluid motion of the camera reveals Riley’s partner-in-crime, Evan Tyler, who laughs. Both of these men – members of the Renegades and together the formidable team of Idolized – push their ways through a crowd of people, each careful not to spill their drinks. Bodies sway in every other direction, moving to the beat of music that nearly drowns out their conversation. People pulsate with the rhythm and their erratic movements do not resemble any form of dance either Riley or Tyler have ever seen before.
When the camera continues to pan outward, the destination that Idolized so desperately seek comes into view. One single table – surrounded three quarters the way around by a booth – is shown, at which the Epitome of Technical Finesse himself is seated. Marsham’s muscular frame has already been accepted into the plush, navy blue cushions of the bench. He leans in a corner with both arms stretched out over the backs of the booth, soaking in the energy of the club. His head rests gently against the wooden frame, though his eyes follow his comrades as they carve a path through the dancers.
This evening, Marsham has traded in Christmas carols for Electronic dance music. The sounds of Skrillex surge through the speakers. Songs from Muse and Lady Gaga are merged into a rhythmic, orgasm-engendering tune. Each explosive beat emanates with such heavy bass that the floor trembles. Marsham sits absently watching the water in his glass quiver. His foot taps against the floor, on beat with the song as if he has heard it before. Dubstep does not quench Marsham’s thirst for music like other genres, but in this bar, at this time of night, in this country – it will do.
"Where the Hell have you brought us to, Marsham?” questions Tyler when he slips into his seat.
Riley is nearly knocked aside by a man wielding glow-sticks. It is an actual feat for Riley to avoid being hit by the sticks as the man whips them around like a pair of nunchucks.
"I didn’t know they had places like this in Japan,” Riley proclaims – his voice tainted with genuine disbelief.
Settling in his seat, Tyler decrees, "You have been silent for the past four weeks since you’ve come back. It’s one thing to not give any interviews or just avoid the whole promotional match scene altogether, but come’on man – we’re out to have some fun. Give us a break and liven up a little.”
A smirk crosses Marsham’s lips, but he utters no response. Instead, it is Riley who speaks – adding, "Yea man, seriously. You drag us around, you have us come to this club when you know very well we have a match this week too. So, you’ve gotta at least enjoy our company or something. Damn. The least you could do is amuse us with a conversation.”
Fingers coil around the glass of water before Marsham, bringing the cold liquid up to his lips and allowing it to spill down his throat. Ice cubes are held back by parched lips, letting only the water pass to splash about over his tongue. As the glass is brought back down to the table, Marsham’s smirk returns – emerging over his countenance after a very deep breath; and, in that moment, it is when the Epitome of Technical Finesse breaks his silence.
"—then what would you like me to say?”
Are you willing/able to write a match from time to time?: I am
