Handler: Jordan Campbell
email: sancho33@mail.com

wrestler 1 name:"The Coffinfeeder" Jordan Campbell

wrestler 1 height: 6'1"
wrestler 1 weight: 244
wrestler 1 hometown: Minneapolis, MN
wrestler 1 alignment: Face
wrestler 1 style: Standard

wrestler 1 entrance Suddenly, the lights go out, and the arena is shrouded in blackness. "Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane" by Six Feet Under hits the speakers; the slow, evil guitar riff echoing through the stadium. As Chris Barnes' piercing scream interrupts the riff, giant flames near the ramp shoot out of the blackness, and the lights hit. Jordan Campbell stands at the top of the ramp, flashing his sadistic to every corner of the arena. As the music blares, picking up speed as the fans scream. Campbell strides to the ring with purpose, and slides stealthily under the bottom rope. He then ascends the turnbuckle, raising both fists in the air with pinkies and index fingers extended. He spits a giant wad toward the crowd, then descends and drops to his knees in the center of the ring, grinning devilishly.

wrestler 1 history Jordan Campbell grew up in Minnesota, leading a rather normal life. This is where he can be commonly seen, roaming the city alone and confident. He struggled as a musician for a time, playing real heavy metal in a local scene favoring poser-ass rap-rock and Korn wannabes. He also worked in a trendy record store, scraping his money toghether to pursure his second love, professional wrestling.
In Minneapolis, the gained a reputation for being excessively ruthless in the ring, even in training. He earned the nickname Coffinfeeder, as he destroyed opponents effortlessly and professed love for the Cannibal Corpse song of the same name. Campbell exploded upon the EWF early this year, and his reputation for being a ruthless competitor was never in danger. He quickly became the most hated man in the company, showing no mercy toward anyone, wrestler or bystander, in his quest for the gold. His sadistic demeanor and random acts of violence became his trademark, as he left a path of near-lifeless carcasses in his wake; his trek towards the title could not be stopped.
Involved in a bitter feud with his arch rival, Soultaker, Campbell finally won the World Title in Cancun, Mexico. He has since left the company, and has earned approval of fans he wanted nothing to do with in the first place. They watch in awe as he wreaks his havoc, and the love every minute of it.

wrestler 1 finisher: The Spine Splitter

wrestler 1 finish description Implant Double Underhook DDT wrestler 2 entrance

sample RP (Scene: We see the streets of downtown Minneapolis at dusk...the outer edge of the warehouse district. The cameraman is walking slowly, scanning the scenery with slow panning motions. The early night air is chilly, as evidenced by the few people who are walking the streets this Monday evening. Businesspeople walk back to their cars, adorned with long coats and scarves; a few homeless are scattered unevenly, tucked into fetal positions...quite a cold evening, even for early October. Steam billows from the streets, streetlights begin to flicker with life, as a blanket of gray sets over the area. As the camera moves forward, we see Jordan campbell sitting on a small set of concrete steps near the entrance to a parking lot. The steps seem to lead to the unoccupied office. It seems he is alone, as there aren't even any employees in sight. He lifts a cigarette to his lips, and takes a drag. As he smoothly exhales the cloud of smoke into the frigid Minnesota air, he looks! over at the cameraman, who is now within ten feet of him. His normally spiked black hair looks limp and windblown, and he has a lost look in his eyes as he turns his head left and gazes our way...)

"Well, hey there..." Campbell lifts the cigarette to his lips once again, but before taking a drag, his face twists into and expression of frustation. He flicks the cigarette away. "I've got to quit with that shit...I don't need to be coughin' and wheezin' in the ring, do I?" He chuckles slightly to himself, then looks off again. "I'm starting over...Man, do you know what it's like to be the king of the world? Huh? Well, shit, man, it sure felt like I was that night in Cancun...I was crowned World Heavyweight champ. But I've walked away from all that..."

Campbell stands and stretches, and we see his full frame. His black jeans and Obituary shirt are covered by a long, flowing leather trenchcoat. He reaches into the pocket of his coat, retrieves his pack of cigarettes, and throws them into the street as a taxi whizzes by. He takes a step towards the camera, and instinctively, the cameraman takes a step back. "I've come to wreak my havoc on the PWA...to show the world what they want to see: The Coffinfeeder, Jordan F**king Campbell, the most ruthless, chaotic, heartless wrestler ever to descend upon the business." Campbell breaks into his trademark smile. "From the ground up I'll start, leaving a river of blood behind me...whoever gets in my way..." Campbell leans in, close to the camera lens. "...whoever gets in my way...is going to find themselves buried. Buried a lot deeper than they can dig themselves out of. Because I'm stepping into the PWA with my head held high...ready to destroy anyone who dares ot cross my path to the gold. I will be World Heavyweight Champion...it's just a question of how soon will the mighty fall by my hand! I'm fighting MY war...and if you want to get involved, your end up six feet deep!"

Campbell spits to his right, and turns 180. Darkness has decended, as the camera watches Campbell stalk off into the night, the massive coat billowing around him as he disappears into a cloud of steam erupting from the street. Sirens are heard in the distance as the camera fades to black.