As the video opens up, only black can be seen. Slowly, the camera zooms out as a single, solitary spotlight can be seen shining inside of a wrestling ring. The room is engulfed with silence, As the camera moves around the ring, it focuses on random parts of the ring. Slowly moving about the red,white, and blue ropes, the camera takes it’s time making sure that every single inch of them can be seen. Transitioning from the ropes, the camera pans up and down the turnbuckle pads. After a moment, the camera fades into a shot of the ring posts, before it once again makes a transition to show the ring apron. Dragging along the ring apron for a brief period of time, the video then transitions to an aerial view focusing on the ring mat.</right>

“It’s beautiful… isn’t it”

A deep, robust males voice can be heard. Slowly, the camera zooms into the ring mat, making a sharp transition to a vertical view of the outside of the ring. Inside the ring stands an individual in the center. Dressed in an obviously expensive black Giorgio Armani suit, the individual has firmly planted his matching Armani shoes onto the mat. The camera then zooms in and is now showing the inside of the ring. As the individual is now standing near the ropes. His right hand is placed on the top rope, he begins to walk around the ring. Dragging his hand along the rope, he looks on at the camera intently. With the camera following him, it focuses on his chiseled face.

“This is the essence of professional wrestling. I’m sure some of you have walked along the battlefields of Gettysburg, you had that feeling. You had that feeling of the war that had been fought. You had that feeling of  the history that was made. The tears that were shed, the blood that was spilled. You felt the danger, the excitement, and the overall brevity of the situation that had transpired. That… is a real equivalent to this professional wrestling ring. Imagine the wars that were fought in this ring. Imagine the blood, sweat, and tears that have been spilled as a result of the wars that have been raged in this ring. That, to me, is the essence of professional wrestling. There are two things that I love, America and professional wrestling.”

Zooming away from his face, the feed transitions to the individual who is now leaning against the turnbuckle. His arms are now pressed against his chest. He continues to look intently into the camera, as he begins to speak again.

“Now, I love professional wrestling. However, I am distressed about the direction in which my first love has taken. Today, professional wrestling is no longer about pure athletic competition. Today, professional wrestling has taken on a form that is a shell of its former self. Today, so called professional wrestlers would rather slam each other through light tubes than have a pure athletic competition. Today’s professional wrestlers would rather have a gymnastics riddled pissing contests than to engage in healthy competition. I feel the pain of the traditional wrestling fan, and I am here to save you all.”

As the camera pans, it transitions to a new shot. The individual is now standing on the ring apron. His back resting against the ropes, he has his arms spread out against the top rope. As the camera zooms back in on his face, he begins to speak once more.

“My name is Mason Alexander Vanderbilt. Now, I’m not here to blow smoke up anyone’s ass. I am not a man of humble beginnings. I come from a family of money. I was awarded every early jumpstart opportunity. I was blessed to have great genes, and I’m a walking adonis. I was blessed to sign a modeling contract that made me a very, very rich man. Hell, I’ve even tried my hands at politics, but none of those things compare to what I’ve always wanted to be. Since I was seven years old, I wanted to become a professional wrestler. I wanted to be the heavyweight champion of the world. Now, I am going to follow that dream. Now, I am going to kill two birds with one stone.I, Mason Alexander Vanderbilt, am announcing that I am now the President of Professional Wrestling. I am now going to make the changes that I feel necessary to make this business work again. We no longer need ultraviolence and extreme theatrics. All we need is the strength of healthy competition. Much like the message of President Bill Clinton’s 1992 campaign, don’t stop thinking about tomorrow. Think about the possibility of returning professional wrestling back to normalcy. Think about the great things that I, the Maverick, will bring to the table. My worldwide wrestling renaissance begins tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, the dark ages are officially over. Wrestling is making a return. I am the Maverick, Mason Alexander Vanderbilt, and I approve this message.”

As the camera transitions once again it goes to a calling card. It shows a photo of a suit wearing Mason Alexander Vanderbuilt. At the bottom it states “Mason Alexander Vanderbilt 2020… The Man. The Myth. The MAVERICK.” After a few moments, the feed fades to black.

 
“What is the standard of wealth? I guess if you look into things with practicality, it’s the amount of money that you’ve attained in life. For years, people work tooth and nail to get the material things that make them happy. When you work your entire life to get that dream car, obviously you’re elated beyond belief. You are happy to be seen driving down the streets in your neighborhood in your brand new Mustang. You are happy to be seen pulling up to your local grocery store and instantly becoming the topic of conversation. Hey, I can’t really knock anyone for being happy about that. Unfortunately, I’m just fucking different. The things that most blue-collar average joes had to work years for, I was gifted on my sixteenth birthday. Yeah, I’m sure that it makes me sound like some spoiled rich punk to say I got a brand new Mercedes-Benz off the lot the second I got my driver’s license, but it’s the truth of my being. It’s a sad fact of life, but some of us will forever have the advantage over the rest of society.

While your average joe will spend decades upon decades to earn the financial security that it takes to afford lavish extravagences, I don’t have that problem. In my first twenty-one years of life, I’ve experienced more than anyone would dream of. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t all because of my wealth, but I did experience it. Sometimes, I think the Indians got it right. See, the Indians believe that we are all born into castes. No matter what you do, or how hard you try, you simply can’t move out of that caste. For me, I was born into one of the best. Alexander Rayne, M.D., look him up. That is my claim to the stylistic lifestyle that I’ve experienced, that I’ve coveted, and that I deserve. My father is a nationally renowned plastic surgeon. He makes more money than nearly every surgeon in his field, because his work is damn good. So, it’s not my fault that my heredity positioned me to experience the best in my life. Anything that you can think of, that you can dream of, I’ve experienced. Have you ever wanted to spend just a week in Australia? Well, I was there by the time I was six. Have you ever dreamed of rubbing elbows with the stars? Hell, I’ve attended so many celebrity soirees, it would make your fucking head spin. I know that most of this wouldn’t have happened at this point in my life without my upbringing, but I would have gotten it all for myself anyway.

See, that’s the problem between the haves and the have-nots. While the have-nots take their time to bitch and moan about the haves; the haves have put forth a vision to make or maintain the status that we have. I’ve been working my ass off for the last three years to make my success story. I don’t give a fuck about what someone is going to think because I tout my amazing upbringing. I don’t give a fuck about what you are going to think when I have all the championships and accolades that I fought for. Yes, my road to success may have had a few red velvet ropes, but I’m still paving the bitch with gold. That’s the beauty of the FAME, Bentley and I are visionaries with a like minded goal. We both know that we’re going to have doubters. We both know that people are going to automatically discredit us because we come from the lifestyles of rich and famous. No matter what though, we’re still going to do exactly what we set out to do, and no have-not is going to stop that.”


::: SIX WEEKS AGO :::

This day was definitely a cause for celebration. Well, when you’re raised with all the luxuries that you could muster, any day would be a cause for celebration. Donovan’s entire life had changed in a matter of months. At the beginning of 2020, Donovan and his best friend Bentley had just wrapped shooting their season of the reality TV competition Best Friends Challenge. Though the two didn’t last more than six of the fifteen slated episodes, the two were able to expand their worldwide notoriety beyond what it was before. While both men were collegiate athletes, they were not able to make it through the intense vetting it takes to go professional. Luckily, both men had dabbled in amateur wrestling throughout high school and college, and this would help lead them to where they are today.

The city of stars was always such a beautiful backdrop for the lives of Bentley Black and the Rayne family. Without the city and the wonderful connections it makes, the two best friends would have never met. Without Alexander performing the breast augmentation for nineteen-nineties TV bombshell Bianca Black, a long kinship of client-surgeon wouldn’t have led to a beautiful friendship, and now partnership. It was another beautiful day in Los Angeles, California. There are many scenic locations in Los Angeles that would take anyone’s breath away. Sure, most of California is terrible to live in, but not when you have the monetary backing that’s given you the rights to such views. The Rayne family estate is located in the same Calabasas neighborhood made famous by that damn Kardashian family. Yes, it’s not technically in Los Angeles, but it’s incorporated so suck it. The Rayne family estate may not be the nicest in the neighborhood, but it’s still better than anything that most grew up in. Though he does not live at home anymore, Donovan does spend much of his downtime in his family home. In fact, his favorite place in the home was his father’s “eden”. One of his father’s passion projects has always been making his home look as flashy as possible. Part of this, has always been the eden. Instead of simply having a pool, the area has basically been turned into a botanical garden. Alexander in his own way has made an area that rivals Hef’s famous grotto, and boy, has Donovan used that to his advantage. However, instead of using the built-in cave area to entertain some bimbo, he’s having a few adult beverages with his friend and tag-team partner Bentley.

Seated on the first stool at the bar, Donovan reaches onto the bar and grabs the bottle in front of him. As he takes a swig of his Corona, the only go to beer that there is. He looks over to his right. Bentley is intently staring at his phone. Usually, this would be something that Donovan would come to expect from Delta, but never Bentley. See, Bentley was never the type to sit and play on his phone, he’s more personal than that. Reaching over and pushing him slightly, Bentley shifts slightly. Looking up from his phone, Bentley turns his attention to his best friend.


“Woah, what’s up? Were you saying something?”

Donovan places his beer down on the bar, turning his full attention towards Bentley.

“No, but we’ve been sitting here in virtual silence for the last four minutes. You’ve been really focused on your phone, that’s never like you. Hell, I expect something like that from Delta.”

Letting out a soft laugh, Bentley places his phone down on the bar.

“Sorry, I’m just looking at Twitter, I guess you can say I’m pretty enamoured with it. You know, I’m not normally one to just sit on social media, but I didn’t realize how many pairs of tits you could see on it at any given time.”

Donovan looks over at Bentley and begins to laugh. Taking some time to shake his head, he reaches over and grabs Bentley’s phone. Raising it up slightly, he looks at the screen, on which a pair of breasts are seen.  

“Are you seriously impressed by any pair of tits you see? I mean, they aren’t bad, but I’ve seen better work done. I guess not everyone does tits like my dad does tits.”

Bentley takes his phone back and places it down on the bar. With a smirk on his face, he reaches over and grabs his beer. Taking a swig from it, he swallows before speaking to Donovan once more.

“Look, you know not everyone can afford Alexander’s masterworks. I mean,you don’t even get excited to see tits anymore, you’ve been so desensitized to them. Come on, your dad has before and after pictures of his work all over the house. You know how many times I would have whacked-off to those things?”

Shooting his best friend a quizzical look, Donovan looks down for a second, letting out a large burst of laughter. Picking his head back up, he simply smiled.

“Your mom is one of them by the way. Hell, she’s the one right before the entrance to the foyer. Bianca’s cannons have prime billing in my house. Shit, it’s hard to believe how many times I’ve seen your moms tits.”

Placing his beer down on the counter, Bentley turns his complete attention to his best friend. Raising his hand up, he places his hand on Donovan’s shoulder.

“Bro, I love you to death, but please, let’s not talk about my mom’s fucking tits. That would be like me telling you about all the times I banged out your sister. We just shouldn’t discuss those things.”

Donovan once again grabs his beer from the bar. Turning to face Bentley, he places the glass bottle against his lips. Taking a large swig, he takes the majority of the contents of the bottle into his mouth. After a moment, he swallows, and points the bottle towards Bentley, almost in a show of solidarity.

“Agreed, because I’ve heard enough people talk about banging my sister in my lifetime. However, we do have something that we have to discuss bro. Are you ready to make our debut? Bro, we’ve been working hard for this for the last three years. We’ve put everything aside to break into pro-wrestling, this has to go right for us.”

Bentley nods his head accordingly. A somber expression befalls his face, and he raises up his beer once more. After taking a single, solitary sip, he puts the bottle back down on the bar.

“Look, I’m not worried at all. We’ve busted our ass for three years to get as good as we could. You gotta think about it, we’ve been badasses for our entire lives. We wrecked shop in every sport we ever competed in individually. You were a beast on the football field, I was damn good at everything I did. Yeah, we may have not made it into the pros in football, but it’s not like it was something we both wanted to do anyway. You fucking know that when our minds are put onto something, we excel. We’re both forces of nature. The world isn’t going to fucking know what hit them, we’re coming in like an F5 Tornado in the middle of the night.”

Donovan’s face beamed with excitement from ear to ear. Bentley was typically not one to give motivational speeches, but this one was perfect. Donovan reaches over and wraps his arm around his best friend. He embraces him a typical one-armed “bro hug” for a moment, before letting him go.

“That’s exactly what the fuck I wanted to hear from you. I know that we’re bad asses, but I just needed to make sure that you wanted this as much I did. I know, we’ve spent three fucking years preparing for this. We could have gone in a lot faster, but we wanted to make sure that we were ready. Nobody is going to expect what we’re going to do. I mean look at us, we’re fucking adonises.  We’re purebred athletes, and we haven’t failed at anything we’ve done. Fuck going pro, we didn’t want that. We don’t need an entire team to bring us to a fucking Lombardi Trophy, we’re going to bring gold to ourselves. We were made for this, and everyone better fucking realize it.”

Looking at Donovan, Bentley could only smile. Though smiling wasn’t something that he did often, Donovan could always get one out of him. He grabs the beer for a final time, taking the rest of it into his mouth. After swallowing, he places it back down on the bartop.

“Bro, we’re going to take over the entire fucking world. I’m happy that someone is finally wising up and signing us, because it honestly shouldn’t have taken this fucking long. For every day it took, we’ve gotten better and better. We’re about to be gods walking among peasants. I couldn’t be happier that I get to this with my best friend, fuck, with my brother. Well, and I guess Delta too. I’m not saying she’s like my sister, cause we fucked and all, and that’s gross.”

Donovan lets out a laugh. Looking straight onto the bottles adorning the grotto bar, he smiles.

“I  still can’t believe you did that. You’re kind of lucky you’re an only child, I would get you back so bad. Hey, maybe I should hit up your mom. I see the way that she looks at me.”

Turning to face Donovan, Bentley scofs before laughter falls from his lips.

“We’re not going to talk about you fucking my mother, I refuse. How if you do it, I will fuck you up. That’s my mom, you don’t see me talking about fucking Wendy. We both know fucking Delta isn’t an accomplishment, and it’s not exactly a badge of honor.”

Donovan moves off his bar stool, and swims over to the entrance of the grotto bar. After a few moments, he’s now standing in front of Bentley, grabbing two more beers, he pops the tops off of them quickly. Placing one down directly in front of Bentley, he smiles.

“Trust me, you’re not the first, and definitely won’t be the last. Now, can we both agree to not talk about fucking each other’s family members? At least for the rest of the day?”

Bentley laughs, and grabs the beer in front of him. Raising it up, he reaches forward, clanking his glass with Donovan’s.

“You fucking bet your ass you won’t talk about fucking my mom again, cheers!”

Both men place their beers up towards their mouths, and begin to drink. These two have formed a bond that is unbreakable. In life, and now in a professional career, they are in it together, no matter what. Well, as long as no one fucks another family member. That’s a general friendship pleasantry they could both agree on.

 [~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]

Handlers Name: J
Any Messengers: Twitter
Years Active: This is my first fed


[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]



Picture Base (Name Only, real picture bases no cartoons. Check Taken Pic Bases List): Tana Mongeau
Twitter: iDeltaRayne
Name: Delta Rayne
Nickname(s): The Provocateur
Age: 21
Height: 5’4
Weight: 117 Pounds
Hometown: “Hailing From The Bright Lights of Hollywood, California”
Personality:The Provocateur Delta Rayne is a hyper-sexual bombshell. While she may manage her brother Donovan, she always looks out to get herself exposure. She also isn’t afraid to use her feminine wiles to help her brother advance.
Strengths: Willingness to do whatever it takes to help out her clients. She is willing to get involved in any capcity to make things happen.
Weaknesses: Her beauty is often a weakness.  Given that she thinks anyone would give into her feminine wiles, when it does not work it often costs her.
Gimmick If Any:
Alignment: Heel
Weapon Of Choice: Megaphone

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

(Optional)
Entrance Theme Music (Check Taken Theme Song List):”Viol” - Gesaffelstein
Entrance Description: (She is typically accompanied by Donovan and Bentley. Those entrances are on the other apps)

[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]
Bio & Past Accomplishments:

[~]-WRESTLING INFORMATION-[~]
***Be sure to fill out an NPC/Manager application as well***
Wrestler(s) Managed:”The Stand-Out” Donovan Rayne and “The 1NFAMOUS” Bentley Black

 [~]-CONTACT INFORMATION-[~]

Handlers Name: J
Any Messengers: Twitter
Years Active: This is my first foray into fedding.


[~]-CONTRACT INFORMATION-[~]


You will be booked at least 2-3 times a month. In order for this to happen, you will be booked in singles as well as tag team matches. Since tag team matches take place in an intergender division, please let Tad Ezra know if you wish to only wrestle your gender. We will still book you in tag team matches under Mixed tag team rules but keep in mind, tag team titles will be intergender so if you wish not to wrestle the opposite gender, you limit yourself to only singles gold when you do get a title shot. ***Be sure to fill out a Tag Team application***



[~]-WRESTLER INFORMATION-[~]

Picture Base (Name Only, real picture bases no cartoons. Check Taken Pic Bases List): Angelo Carlucci
Wrestlers Twitter:@iDonovanRayne
Wrestlers Name: Donovan Rayne
Nickname(s): The Stand-Out
Age: Twenty-Five
Height: 6’0
Weight:210
Hometown: “Hailing from the Bright Lights of Hollywood, California
Personality: A self-centered Hollywood type. Donovan think’s that he and Bentley are the best thing to happen to wrestling, and intends to do whatever it takes to reach the noterity he deserves.
Strengths: Athleticism is one of the greatest strengths that Donovan has. He’s agile, and ahead of his craft.
Weaknesses: Donovan does have trouble maintaining focus, and this can sometimes cost him.
Gimmick If Any:The Stand Out Donovan Rayne believes that he is about to become the biggest and best thing to happen to Professional Wrestling since Lou Thesz. Being that he has had everything he’s ever wanted in life, he wants to be handed the mantle of the greatest wrestler in the world, and he will go to any lengths to prove that he is the star that he thinks he is in his own mind.
Alignment:Heel

[~]-ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION-[~]

Entrance Theme Music (Check Taken Theme Song List):”Viol” - Gesaffelstein
Entrance Description (Mandatory for bookings):<!--c1--></div><table border=\'0\' align=\'center\' width=\'95%\' cellpadding=\'3\' cellspacing=\'1\'><tr><td>CODE </td></tr><tr><td id=\'CODE\'><!--ec1-->The house lights dim down, and a single solitary spotlight shines on the entrance way. Suddenly, the sounds of Gesaffelstein’s “Viol” hit over the speakers in the arena. The crowd’s silence instantly turns to jeers. From behind the curtain emerges The Stand Out Donovan Rayne. As he stands firmly into the spotlight, his head is looking down. Suddenly, the vivacious Delta Rayne walks out from behind the curtain and stands at her brother’s side. A devious smirk on her face, she quickly spins around in a complete three sixty. Then, as she slowly raises her right arm, Donovan raises his head with a confident smirk on his face. Putting her hands on the collar of his leather jacket, he pops it as the fans boo him.

With a confident swagger, the Rayne’s start to walk down towards the ring. With her hands firmly on her hips, Delta can be seen jaw-jacking the fans that are near the aisle way. While she does this, Donovan laughs as his sister verbally eviscerates the fans. As the two make their way to the ringside area, Delta stops walking. Donovan continues to the ring, and climbs up onto the apron of the ring. With the fans continuing their parade of boos, Donovan faces his back to the ring. With his arms now raised into the air, he throws up two peace signs, almost as an non-acknowledgement of the hatred of the fans. The Provocateur then makes her way over to the stairs, and makes her way up to the apron. The Stand Out enters the ring and stands next to the rope. Placing his foot on the bottom rope, and pulling the middle rope up, he lets his sister enter the ring.

Letting the rope go, Donovan makes his way over to the turnbuckle. He stands up on the middle rope and again, throws the peace signs into the air. Delta then stands by her brother looking up at him with a smirk. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, Donovan sheds the leather jacket, and hands it over to his sister. With a smirk on her face, she exits the ring as Donovan awaits the action beginning.<!--c2--></td></tr></table><div class=\'postcolor\'><!--ec2-->



[~]-WRESTLING MOVES-[~]

Everyone gets one finisher and 3 signature moves as well as a move set package. Please pick one package for your wrestler. Any moves you really want your wrestler to have please add it to the the signature moves section.

Wrestling Move Packages *Remember you can only pick one*


-All-Arounder (Jack of all trades, master of none)



Signature Moves
The Stand Out  - Double Knee Lock
Koji Clutch
T-Bone Suplex


Finishing Move
Heavy Rayne : Argentine Cutter




[~]-MISC INFORMATION-[~]

Weapon Of Choice: Steel Chair
Match Of Choice: Any

[~]-BIOGRAPHY-[~]
Superstar Bio:The Stand-Out Donovan Rayne is a man of less than humble beginnings. Coming from a well-to-do family that enjoyed life in the luxurious suburbs outside of Los Angeles, California, Donovan and little sister Delta were given the opportunity to have many of life’s biggest extravagances. Born to a world renowned plastic surgeon, Donovan and Delta were exposed from a very young age to the ins and outs of the celebrity lifestyle. Exposure would eventually lead to dreams of the spotlight, and that’s something that both siblings would covet to this day.

Throughout his teenage years, Donovan would be a standout athlete, participating in Football, Wrestling, Basketball, Baseball, and Track and Field every year in High School. Upon graduating High School, he would commit to a full-ride baseball scholarship to UCLA. Though he primarily focused on baseball, Donovan would continue to compete in collegiate wrestling for much of his college career. Upon graduating, Donovan would not seek to continue into sports professionally, but would start to use his father’s connections to his full advantage.

At the age of twenty-two, Donovan would begin to look into modeling and acting professionally. He would land a modeling contract, and would use those connections to land spots on reality television. Using his newfound notoriety, Donovan would be approached with the idea of professional wrestling. For the next three years, Donovan would train hard to become a professional wrestling star.

Now, he is ready to make his mark, and be what he’s always said he would be, the biggest STAND-OUT the professional wrestling world has ever seen
Past Accomplishments:

[~]-MANAGER INFORMATION-[~]
***Be sure to fill out an NPC/Manager application as well***
Manager's Name:”The Provocateur” Delta Rayne
Manager's Pic Base (Check Taken Pic Bases List): Tnaa Mongeau