Crash Rodriguez

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Wrestler's Name - Crash Rodriguez

Height - 5’11

Weight - 216

Entrance Theme - “No Love” by Death Grips

Custom Ring Entrance - The lights cut out, drenching the arena in darkness, as the rhythmic thumpings of "No Love" by The Death Grips begins to pound through the sound system. A line spotlight shines across the crowd before landing on the stage where we find Crash Rodriguez standing alongside Louis Pohl. Lou whispers a few words to The Crooked Man before leaving backstage.

How the trip never stops
On and on, it's beyond insane
Why I set myself up
In a raging sea of flames?


The beat continues to drone out as the spotlight follows Crash as he makes his way down the ramp, a look of apathy plastered on his face.

You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
Madness, chaos in the brain
Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
You got no business questioning a thang
You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a beatdown
Madness, chaos in the brain
Let my blood flow, make my blood flow through you, mane
You got no business questioning a thang
You're fit to learn the proper meaning of a-

Crash slides in under the bottom rope, and quickly rises to his feet, inhaling as he looks up at the ceiling and spreads his arms wide..

Gender - Male

Hometown - Kansas City, MO

Why are you qualified to unite the TRIAD? (this will go on your profile that will be posted on our website) - Crash is the embodiment of all 3 pieces of the Triad





Wrestling Style/Resemblance - brawler/unpredictable

Trademark Maneuver(s) - Total Loss (Cross Rhodes)
Pile Up (Three Amigos/3 or more suplexes)

Set up to Finisher - no specific setup

Finisher - Crash Landing (Kudo Driver with Pin)
- Colisiónbomb (Ganso Bomb)

Alignment - Whatever's Necessary





Twitter Handle - @rodriguezcrash

Character Font Color - #927138

Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Santos Escobar

URL to Former Fed or Wrestler Website - xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=46248

Sample Roleplay -

I sit at the kitchen table as my representation continues to tap away at his phone. I begin to count the tiles on the floor, as my mind begins to wander towards this Monday. Another champion vs champion match. PIC may have gotten the win, but this time, I’m going to stand tall.

“Kid you gotta slow down on taking some of these bookings, it’s getting hard to keep track of it all.”
“Then for now we focus on Monday.”
“Sahara? Kid, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I mean she might be easy on the eyes, but that won’t do her no good in the ring with you.”
“You know something about her has bothered me… How could a ‘good mother’ lose her child? How could she bring a baby into this world, and sit by as they’re taken away? The answer is simple, Lou… A good mother wouldn’t allow that to happen, but yet, Sahara Duke did.”
“Well that’s a little harsh now aint it, kid. I mean it was-”
"Maybe you’re right, Maybe I’m being too hard on Sahara… After all with a line of unsucked cocks waiting outside her bedroom door, I’m sure Mrs. Duke had her hands full. Or maybe she was too busy throwing up after staring at her own reflection? I can only imagine how she must feel, looking into the mirror and having to find a way to bury the fact that you’re nothing special. Just another piece of plastic like all the other Barbies trying to horn up lonely boys on twitter. It was a fucking disgrace to parenting, Just like she’s a disgrace to this whole damn company. All the people in the back work their asses off and she shows up, demanding praise and respect, for what? All because our dear leader Thad couldn’t get enough of her bearded clam?”
“Dadadada dadada”

I turn my attention to Bash as he stumbles his way into the kitchen. I feel my lips curl into a smile that matches his own, as I take note of his improved coordination. I haven’t been a father for long, yet my son’s already taken over my world. I watch him continue his crooked journey towards me, as he begins to clap his hands before finally making it into my arms.

“Hey Booga, what’s up?”

I listen intently as he babbles nonsense, trying his damndest to imitate english.

“I think he’s telling you to maybe chill out on Sahara. I get it you’re a bastard now, but-”
“Hey, ixnay on the astardbay.”
“Inxay on the… What?”
“Chill out on the profanity around Bash, alright? He’s learning to talk now and I don’t want him picking up any of that filth.”
“Coming from you? That’s rich. You can’t do a 10 minute segment without dropping an f bomb.”
“Look when Bash isn’t around, say whatever you want, but not while he’s in the room? Okay? I’m not perfect, I get it. That doesn’t mean I don’t want him to grow up and be better than me. I’ve done some terrible things, Lou. Odds are, I’m going to keep doing terrible things, but at the end of the day. Every last thing I do is for his future.”

Lou nods his head, as he blinks behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

“I understand, kid. So you two still going to that mom school or whatever you called it?”

I stifle a chuckle, but a smile sneaks past me.

“It’s a Mommy and Me class. Supposed to help with parenting and bonding.”
“Yeah ok, but you’re a dad, not a mom.”
“Ok, something’s maybe won’t apply to me, but like I’m sure there’s general lesson’s to be learned. Besides, what harm can it do?”
“Whatever you say, kid. I’ll drive you guys. I’m already heading out tonight, I got myself a date.”
“Really? Who?”
“Oh, you know those fucking prick teenagers across the street? Well, one of them threw a rock at the Pohl Patrol, denting the side. So I went over there, and knocked on their front door, ready to throttle somebody. Instead the door opens, to reveal this just, deliciously made woman. I introduce myself, made sure to wiggle the stache, and I find out she’s their mom, right? So me and her-”
“Lou. Another mom? This is becoming a bit played out.”
“Look kid, everybody’s got different tastes. Some prefer oranges over bananas, some grapes over pears. At the end of the day it’s knowing what you want that’s important.”

I let his words bounce around my head as we head out into the car. ‘It’s knowing what you want that’s important’. Simple. I want my son to have the best life possible. Over and over his words play in my head as Lou pulls into the parking lot of a small strip mall. I look and notice some of the stores are emptied and vacant.

“Alright, hurry up, I gotta go pick up Sharon.”
“Have fun, Lou.”

I take Bash and carry him into the building and immediately we’re welcomed by the same repeated dribble we hear on Cocomelon.

Holy shit! No, this is the cocomelon version, I can tell, I’ve heard it a million and a half fucking times. This is fucking insane. It follows you everywhere, that little blonde Jojo kid with his weird cgi freakazoid head is going to take over the fucking plant. HE MUST BE STOPPED! WE HAVE TO KILL HIM BEFO-

“Uhm, excuse me sir, can I help you?”
“Oh uh, I’m here for the Mommy and Me class.”
“Oh! Mr Rodriguez? I was told you’d be attending. I do wanna letcha know that we are close to wrapping up for the day, but you’re more than welcome to stay and join in on all the cool fun.
“Thank you.”
“I must say you’re quite the sight for sore eyes.. Not everyday you see a daddy come to Mommy and Me. ”
“Yeah, my dad was just saying that.”

Wait… Did I?

“Well, don’t you worry, these exercises are good for both mothers and fathers! Now, my name’s Samantha. Now feel free to find a spot, and we’ll get caught up to speed.”

I sit down next to one of the mother’s and her son. She sits on her phone, paying no attention to her kid as he waddles around A few selfies with the duck face and I get the feeling I’ve met people like her. Hell, she reminds me of Sahara.

“Now, gang. The day’s coming to a close, but I think it’d be fun if we did a game of london bridges. So let’s all gather together!”

I join in with the gaggle of moms, trying my best to fill in where I’m needed, but only Samantha grabs my hand. She looks down the line and her smile turns to a frown, accompanied by a small roll of the eyes.

“Lauren, would you like to join us for London Bridges? “
“Look, I’m here, that’s more than I can say about some moms. I’ve had a long, long day and honestly, I’d rather be at home, but I didn’t wanna ruin my son’s day, okay? So I’m going to sit this one out ‘Karen’. Now if you don’t mind…”

Samantha is taken aback, but shakes off the confrontation, turning her attention to the rest of us with a smile. I grind my teeth, irritated by her response, as the group of women begin to sing. As we reach across in an arc, one after the other the children waddle through, Lauren’s kid especially looking like a drunk penguin. Wait, is he drunk? With parenting like that, I wouldn’t be surprised. Before long all the kids have been trapped and the ‘fun’ is over. Overall Bash’s smile made it worth it Samantha makes small talk with a couple of ladies as the rest gather their things to leave. I pull out my phone and dial Lou. It doesn’t take long for him to answer.

“What is it?”
“Hey class is over.”
“Already? I just dropped you off.”
“Just come grab us and take us home. I think little man’s getting sleepy.”
“Whatever, I’m on my way, I’ll text when I’m there.”
“Thanks”

I slide the phone into my pocket and pick Bash up. He rubs his eyes and lays his head down on my shoulder. We make our way outside, when a voice catches my attention.

“Excuse me, Crash Rodriguez, right?”

I turn around and find none other than Lauren.

“Uhh.. Yeah, can I help you?”
“Doubt it, I just wanted to let you know, you’re getting put down on monday. Sahara is an icon to women like me everywhere-”

A chuckle escapes me, cutting her off.

“Yeah I don’t doubt”
“And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that makes sense. You seem like the type with more tits for brains, it’s obvious she would be your hero.”
“Uhm, rude.”
“Uhm, I don’t give a fuck.”

Suddenly the entire room turns their attention to us, face’s filled with horror as moms cover their children's ears.

“You came up to me. If you didn’t want a reaction, maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.”
“You’re just mad cause you’re a loser. I bet your just jealous of Sahara’s rise-”
“I’ve given OCW more than it deserves. It wasn’t even a year ago. I was future-endeavored. Not only that, but I found out at the same time as everybody else; roster and fans alike. I was let go. Fired. Terminated. PURGED… Yet, I came back, my loyalty never faltering. Coming in and giving it my best every time I step in that ring, giving OCW my blood, sweat and tears. I put in more work than half the roster, The Dukes included. So maybe smarten the fuck up, before coming at me sideways you rotten pussed skank.”

My phone vibrates inside of my pocket as she stares at me stunned. I see Lou’s text and I slip the phone in my pocket as I head out the doors, leaving the entire building stunned. My blood boils as Lou takes us back to the house.

“I’m gonna drop you guys off and meet back up with my date.”
“Sounds good, Lou.”
“So, how was class, help you cool off any?”
“No, it hasn’t. Seems no matter what she’s going to remain a headache I can’t escape. I mean, what has Sahara done for OCW? What does she bring to the table? Not a god damn thing, meanwhile I’m here, being the fucking table, holding this company on my shoulders with pride. Sahara Duke doesn’t give a damn about OCW, she’s said it herself. Well, maybe she needs to open her eyes, and realize OCW doesn’t give a damn about Sahara Duke.”