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9 hours ago, olopi said:

Now, my personal idea of UWL (which doesn't mean anything just yet, as we're still working this out), would be

 

Some Traditional

Some Mainstream

Some Comedy

A little Cult

No Risque

Key Focus on Modern

Small amount of Realism and Hyper Realism

Small amount of Hardcore

Some Lucha

No Pure

Key Focus on Daredevil

 

Which to me would lead to a product with lots of flashy matches and high-octane action, but also engaging storylines behind them. The average match would be one of flashy moves (as you'd expect from superpowers), but occasionally there would be matches appealing to different crowds (like the various hardcore matches, or more MMA-like matches between people with similar powersets).

I'd have to agree for the most part with your thoughts here.  The UWL matches should be filled with a variety of styles to match the very different types of players we have here on the site.

One thing to keep in mind though, whenever discussing the UWL, we must keep in mind that The Circuit-Maximus is also present.  This is the underground fight club that is held to entertain the rich and famous.  For the Circuit, I would expect things to be turned up to eleven!  A more focused look at matches that are filled with brutality.  So for the Circuit, my opinion of the type of matches would be as followed:

Some Modern

Some Hardcore

Small amount of Realism and Hyper-Realism [focusing on the more painful aspects]

Some Daredevil

The Circuit-Maximus would also be a way for characters of the Bedlam setting to have a gritty adventure in Freedom city.  Of course, there is no "drama" or "script" for the Circuit as the fights should seem like a true fight club.

4 hours ago, KnightDisciple said:

It looks like you guys have cast more than just big, strong types, and included more agile wrestlers.

 

One key question: Do you have gender-segregated matches (meaning men only wrestle men, women only wrestle women), or do they mix?

I really don't see why there was be gender segregated matches.  We are talking about super powered beings where each person is different.  I would like to see mixed matches as an option.  Everyone would love to see Superman and Wonder Woman in a brawl to see who is the best.

I envision the UWL to being like the Street Fighter games of the early nineties, it doesn'T matter if you're male or female, as long as you're able to fight.

The large elevator was actually pretty impressive.  Kwame figured that at least 30 to forty normal people people could fit inside with room to spare.  The large rings in the cardio room could easily fit within the elevator as well.  Contemplating the size of the elevator got Kwame looking at the other recruits again. 

Jesse, "The Spur", who could turn his body into iron, was a powerhouse like himself.  His power however came from his transformed condition.  As a wrestler, Jesse's style was more of the direct punishment variety which fit his new powers.  Kwame recalled how they would often team up during their days together in TNA.  Kwame's mastery of submission holds coupled with Jesse's straight damaging style worked well.  Hopefully the two would get the chance to work together again here.  Kwame was sad when Jesse left TNA due to his powers appearing but glad that his friend had some experience with powers when he gained his own.  Jesse had been the first person Kwame had turned to for help.  Together, they managed to work through the basics of his powers as well as help him adjust to his new life.

Standing next to Jesse was Sharon "Vixen" Nelson.  Kwame remember working with her during his early career with the PCW out of Chicago.  He didn't know that she was a metahuman and had no ideas what her abilities were now, but back in the day, she was one of the more agile fighters he had the pleasure of working with.  They even had a few dates before she suddenly left the circuit.  Kwame didn't recall hearing anything about her since he last saw her.  Vixen's toned body hinted that she had continued wrestling after leaving the PCW.

Kwame blinked as he recognized the tall man standing in the group.  Standing at an impressive 7 feet tall was none other than The Big Cactus, one of the tallest wrestlers coming out of the WWE!  The Big Cactus was one of the greats that Kwame had fashioned his own style upon.  He was a submissive type that used his long limbs to force his opponents to literally beg to be released.  Kwame was surprised to see such a famous wrestler was now with the UWL and wondered exactly what kind of powers the star now had.

The others were still a mystery to him.  Veronica Sellers,  the shortest member of the group.  She resembled a child in a candy store for th first time.  Her head swiveled from side to side as she tried to take in everything all at once.  I remember when I was like that.  I thought everything was magical back then.  That was before I started getting thrown around like a rag doll.

At least Veronica had the body type of a wrestler.  The lanky man standing next to her wasn't as lucky.   He had given the name of Thomas Barr which Kwame figured was a stage name like Jesse.  Thomas looked more suited to the life of a runway model than as a wrestler.  He also showed signs of having little knowledge of the wrestling world.

The twins, Mike and Paul, were a strange duo.  They had introduced themselves as having experience and fighting under the tag team name, The MPs.  Kwame hadn't heard of the duo as they worked mostly in the indie groups located in Mexico.  though they were both on the heavy side, neither gave the appearance of being powerhouse style fighters.  Instead, Mike's sudden interest in the cardio room and the speedster treadmill implied he was a speedster while Paul's interests remained a mystery.

Hannah Taylor, a beautiful Scottish red head, stood the tallest in the group.  At 7 feet 3 inches, she was even taller than The Big Cactus.  However, her frame was covered in very powerful muscles that rivaled Jesse's when he was in iron form.  Her unusual size was obviously due to her powers and Kwame suspected that she would take a name that included mention of the fact.

The remaining two recruits in the group were Canadian brothers.  The older brother, Zayn Lee, had experience wrestling in Europe.  He had the frame of an agile wrestler.  His younger brother, Aiden Lee, was harder to learn anything about.  Kwame found it hard to focus on the young wrestler.  After a few moments, he simply decided to give up.  I'll have to watch out for that one.  If he learns how to wrestle, he might cause a me a lot of problems in the ring.

Kwame took a moment to let his eyes readjust tot eh group in a whole just as the doors opened to reveal the newest level.  He nodded in appreciation of the work space and knew he would need to use it quite a lot once he learned more about his new coworkers.

NEW RECRUITS

Ten other new wrestlers joined the UWL with Hammer.  Here is the listing of the eleven recruits

Hammer (PC) - Powerhouse. Style of fighting is mixture of submission holds and power wrestling.

Jesse "The Spur" Cassidy -  a Canadian with the ability to turn into iron (His real name actually was Lawrie Stott, but that didn’t matter). powerhouse type

Sharon "Vixen" Nelson - agile fighter type(?), some experience

The Big Cactus - 7 ft, submission type fighter, Very experienced fighter.  Famous outside of the UWL

Veronica Sellers - shortest member of the recruits [5'5"?], unexperienced

Thomas Barr - lanky, runway model style, unexperienced

The MPs - twin brothers, Mike and Paul.  Heavy set body types, experienced, possible gestalt powers?

-Mike most likely a speedster

-Paul most likely ?

Hannah Taylor - beautiful Scottish red head; Very tall, 7'3" and muscular both of which due to her powers. [growth, enhanced str?] unexperienced;

The Lee brothers - 

-Zayn older experience wrestling in Europe.  Agile style

-Aiden younger unexperience, difficult to focus on [concealment type powers?]

I just wanted to open a thread where I can put some ideas for the Ultimate Wrestling guide page.  I know Olopi is helping me set some things up, but here are some ideas that I've come up with about the organization.  If anyone else have ideas for the UWL, please fill free to add to the thread.  I'll link the contents to this first post for quick access.

Content

New Recruits - Group of new wrestlers to join the organization.

Possible categories of matches - Break down of the 12 possible categories of the UWL

Jobbers - List of fighters of inferior skill or power that loses most of their bouts

Notable Figures - List of important people within the organization

The Palace of Practice - training facility

Kwame's head was spinning form the show of power from the heroes.  The sudden disappearance and reappearance of Warp plus Grimalkin's continued display of magic was causing Kwame a small fit of jealousy.

"I'm not that freak out by magic. More like I'm surprised it's real.  My life, up till this point, has been fairly grounded.  I can understand things of science but magic is something that's going to take some time to get my head around."  Kwame downed the last of the eggnog and crushed the cup in his hand.  "To me, it seems that if you have magic on your side, you'll be able to keep the heavy hitters from actually hitting you.  Well, someone like me at least.  No idea how you could stop someone like Warp here."

Kwame moved over to a nearby trash can and emptied his hand.  "Since you ladies have decided to show off a bit, I can't be undone.  It's my job to be in the limelight and what better way to introduce the great people of Freedom to my presence than to show off a little."  

He looked at the two castles for a moment.  Having made his decision, he bent over and gathered some snow in his hands.  As he straightened up, his powerful legs launched him into the air towards the newly formed 'monster' castle.  He landed on the roof, near one of the gargoyles.  He smiled down at the small group of heroes and held his arms out above his head.  

"I am Hammer and claim this castle and it's occupants as mine.  Together, we shall conquer all!  Minions!  Prepare for battle!" he yelled loudly to be heard by most of the people in the area.  He turned to the children that had joined him in the castle and said to them, "You see that group of heroes down there?  Yeah, the ones next to Elsa.  They're the enemy.  We must use snowballs to slay them.  If we hit them three times, they're out.  If we get them all, you'll all get tickets to my debut match with the Ultimate Wrestling League!  Are you with me?"  The small group of children screamed out in agreement and started scooping up snow.  

Kwame turned back towards the 'enemy' and launched the snowball he had already held in his hands right at Gargoyle!  The snowball sailed through the air and though it moved quickly towards its target, Kwame had but no strength behind it.  The idea was to have fun, not cause any harm.    Kwame smiled down at the heroes, wondering how they would react.

HellQ

Introduction

Physical Traits

History

Family

Relationships

Personality & Beliefs

Career & Training

Lifestyle & Hobbies

Miscellaneous

Kwame's mouth dropped open in awe as he watched Grimalkin first changed her appearance before creating an ice castle.  Did she just make an ice castle?  Powers, I always knew was around, but magic as well?  How am I going ot be even effective as a hero if there's abilities like that out there?  I really need to rethink this whole hero business.

Slowly, he closed his mouth and stared a little longer at Grimalkin.  "Wa...was that magic?  Hell, are you even real?"  He twisted his head around towards the others to see if they were a shocked to see magic being used but when he noticed their indifference, he choked and straightened his jacket, Picard style.

"Um, could you make a second one?  You can't have a snowball battle without two forts.  Well, the kids could just play king of the castle, but I always enjoyed the teamwork needed for snowball fights."

Kwame looked around the room.  Cardio wasn't something he was really into since he preferred to gain muscle mass.  Still, cardio had its place in a workout.  Especially for the life of a wrestler, cardio was needed to ensure that everyone had the stamina to last a match.

So they do have stuff for the different types of powers.  that's good to know.  I'll have to be careful with the ones I use.   "Hey, Jesse, it looks like you'll finally get a chance to show me just how fast you really are.  We'll just put you on the speedster treadmill and and figure out just how far you can get thrown!  Actually, that would be a pretty good gimmick in the ring.  I can see it now."  Kwame spread his arms as if pointing out the headlines of a billboard.  "Ring Toss Match!  First person thrown from the treadmill loses."

He jabbed an elbow into Jesse's side as he finished.  A few of the recruits laughed at the joke and even Jesse gave a half-hearted smirk in response.  Kwame and Jesse, had their share of rivalry but it was inflated by the publicity aspect of the matches.  In reality, the two were fairly good friends.

"Me, getting tossed?  I believe you're referring about yourself.  Hey it's called Hammer toss for a reason!" Jesse jabbed back which got a few louder laughs than Kwame's line.  Kwame laughed with the others.  "Good one, Jesse.  Good one."

Kwame smiled at Sakurako's enthusiasm.  I like her! A good head on her shoulder and easy to talk to.  I hope the other heroes I run into can be as interesting.

"My powers are pretty simple, actually.  I'm strong.  No flying but I can leap a good distance."  He slaps his legs to draw Sakurako's attention.  "The muscles on these babies can get me some good distance.  but other than that, that's about it.  Oh, I can take a punch or two; even a few rounds from a machine gun can't faze me.  Found that out just recently.  Can you believe some punks tried to rob a restaurant in Freedom city and only brought machine pistols?  I tell you, an idiot is born everyday!  Ruined a perfectly good shirt in the process."

Agent? Lawyer? Inevitable lawsuits?  Is the heroic business one I really want to get into? Kwame looked a little worried.  "Um, thanks for the advice.  I'll make sure to look into all of that."

Kwame looked down at his clothes and smiled broadly.  He spread his arms to give everyone a better look.  "Actually, I'm a member of the Ultimate Wrestling League.  They gave me the suit so I'm sure it can take licking but the design was actually from my nephew.  I've been wearing his designs in the ring since 2010.  He's perhaps my biggest fan.  He hasn't seen this one yet. I haven't had the chance to get any real exposure with it on.  that'll change of course come next month.  I'll be having my debut match with UWL and expect that's when I'll get to show people what I can do as a superhero as well."

Kwame searched his memory about Alejandro but didn't recall much about the wrestler.  He must have been pretty good for people to know who he is.  I'll have to look him up once I get a chance.  Perhaps I can get Endeavor to help me out.  She's pretty good with searching the net.  Endeavor, or Sakurako Hina, was one of the young heroes he met the other day at the Christmas block party.  She was pretty handy with computers and gadgets.  She had agreed to help Kwame set up his superhero profile.

Kwame stepped in line with the others, following the old wrestler into the next section of the gym.  He stared in awe at the huge rings centered in the room.  Not only were they wider than what he was used it, they were also taller.  Falling out of the ring is going to hurt a lot more now.  Glad I got the tough package.  What would I have done if that stuff had turned me into a speedster or worst yet one of those blasters?  I'd have a much harder time adjusting to the Ultimates.  Thank God for small miracles.

Kwame turned his attention back to the lecture on the facilities. He wanted to ask about the fitness equipment and whether it was adjusted to their more powerful abilities but decided not to.  It only made sense that the equipment would be able to push all the athletes to their limits.  If not, then there must be some place nearby that could.  Instead, he simply nodded his head in understanding.  Glad I won't have to sit in on those classes again.  It was a pain in the rear the first time through.  No need to suffer a second time.

Kwame beamed broadly.  "Thanks! Though there's nothing secretive about my identity.  Anybody with knowledge of the wrestling world would already know who I was.  I decided to keep my wrestling name as I start dabbling in the world of heroes.  I would hate to lose all my fan base.  Do you know how hard it was just to get popular in the wrestling world?"  Kwame shivered from the memory of the grueling experience.  "Let me tell you, it's not something I don't want to go through a second time!"

Kwame took a sip from the steaming hot eggnog.  The drink was smooth and light with just a taste of brandy.  Not bad.  Not as good as Grandma Harris' , but a decent substitute.  I'll have to contact Camille about getting her recipe.  Should have gotten it years ago.

"Maybe we can get that all set up before the new year?  It shouldn't take long.  What would I need to get things sorted out?"

Kwame watches as Endeavor rattles over fact after fact about the history of Freedom.  This kid's got skills with the net.  Perhaps I could get her to help me set up my superhero account.  Not really sure what site to do that with.

He nods at her request for eggnog.  "That's one for you, Endeavor and one for....I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," he says looking at the stone creature.

Once he gets Gargoyle's name, he heads over tot eh eggnog booth and orders one alcoholic and two nonalcoholic eggnogs.  While in line, he buys drinks for the couple standing behind him as well.  "Courtesy of Hammer.  Make sure you catch my debut match with the Ultimate Wrestling League next month.  I promise to give you a show you'll never forget!"  The couple graciously accept the eggnog and promise to try to make the match.

Kwame returns to the small group of heroes, the eggnog in a carrying tray.  "Okay. The ones with the blue wrapping on the side are the nonalcoholic ones.  The red one has alcohol."  He passes a cup first to Endeavor and then to Gargoyle.  

"By the way, Endeavor.  If you have time, I'd like your help getting my superhero profile set up online.  It could be pretty useful to get in touch with other heroes if needed."

Kwame nodded slightly as Warp gave her age.  That explains a lot about her reaction to this whole situation.  Old enough to have had a bad experience, but still young enough to believe she could stop it from happening again.  Ah, youth. 

He looked back at Gargoyle and Endeavor to see if they wanted to partake in the offer.  While he waited for an answer, he looked around at the various people enjoying the festivities.  He watched as one of the police officers coming down the hill almost hit a young boy who was running to one of the food booths.  Hmm, maybe Warp is on to something.  Could this all be related to that freak storm the other day?

Kwame couldn't believe his ears.  17? 16?  These are kids!  Is this all that Freedom has to offer? He shook his head ruefully.  Stop thinking like that.  It's not like I'm full of experience.  For all I know, they've had their powers their whole lives which is longer than I have.  Well, maybe the stone guy and I are more on even terms.  Still, Grandma Harris always said it's best not to judge a book by its cover.  Who knows, these kids could surprise me.

 The wrestler looked over at the mentioned booth and smiled.  "Thanks, kid. I owe ya one."  He took off his glove and reached into his pocket for his wallet.  "Anyone else want a cup?  I'm buying."  He looked at the small group to include everyone present in the offer, even Warp who seemed hell bent on suspecting the worst to happen.  His gaze lingered on Grimalkin, not sure whether she was interested in eggnog or not.  Her stance and festive Santa hat were at odds with each other, making it hard for Kwame to read her.

Winter Memories

December, 2016
Theater district

Kwame had just recently arrived in Freedom City.  The apartment that he managed to get overlooked the South River.  He had just woken up to perform his daily morning workout. He turned on the TV as he took his shower.

“It seems, life in Freedom City is going to be extremely difficult today.  An unusual snow storm has just hit the city.  Authorities are urging everyone to stay indoors unless absolutely necessary.  The heavy snowfall has dropped visibility to a mere few feet distance.  Public transportation has been stopped due to the poor driving conditions.  All schools in the city have closed for the day.“

Kwame moved to the window and looked out.  Snow was coming down so strongly that he was unable to see the river.  If it wasn't for the fact that he had a clock nearby, he would have thought it was still night.  Even the sunlight could not penetrate the heavy downfall.  He turned around and started flipping through channels on the television.  Each station showed scenes around the city.  Snow was piling up blocking streets as well as doors to homes.  Reports of water pipes bursting from the sudden drop in temperature filled another portion of the airwaves. 

This is bad.  Real bad.  I wonder how the city handles weather like this?  Chicago would have had the salt trucks out and about already.  If they didn't, the mayor would be out of a job.  It’s happened before.

Kwame thought of the winter storms that had hit Chicago during his childhood.  He still remember the blizzard of 1999 where 21.6 inches of snow fell upon the city.  Schools and businesses were forced to close.  He was caught at the local youth center and unable to get home for a few hours.  While he waited, Kwame had started wrestling with the other kids who were also stranded.  He smiled inwardly as the memory reminded him of his first taste of wrestling.

Kwame moved over to the dresser and grabbed a shirt.  Might as well check on the neighbors.  See if everyone is okay.  It’s not like I can go jogging in that mess.  Kwame opened the door and went across the short hall.  Carefully, he knocked on the door.  “Mrs. Dawson?  It’s Kwame, from across the hall. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

The door opened allowing the smell of freshly baked cookies to enter the hallway.  “Oh! I was going to ask if you wanted some cookies.  Why don’t you come on in?  You could tell me all about yourself.”  Standing in the doorway was a woman with gray hair pulled back in a bun.  She wore glasses that hung slightly too low on her nose.  Red earrings seemed to pull her head lower due to their weight.  Mrs. Dawson smiled up at Kwame and he saw in that smile a familiar face.  It wasn't until that moment that he realized just how much he missed his own grandmother.  The delicious aroma of cookies in the air simply added to the feeling of warmth and home.

Kwame smiled widely as he stepped inside.  It’s not Chicago, but it does feel like I've found another place to call home.

Kwame listened to Warp's explanation and was caught by surprise when Endeavor landed near them.  The wrestler twisted his upper torso to avoid most of the snow that fell atop of Warp.  Turning back to the young hero, Kwame laughed aloud.  "Looks like the snowy weather is having its intended effect upon you!"

Kwame turned to the newcomer and held out his hand to help the spacesuit clad youngster to her feet.  "I think you need to work on your landings.  If you have twisted slightly to the left, you could have landed on Warp's shoulders.  Now that would have been impressive!" He gave a playful wink towards Warp before turning his attention back to Endeavor.  "As for the eggnog, it can be made both with or without alcohol.  Grandma Harris had a recipe that tasted great both ways.  Of course, now, I prefer the alcohol version a tad bit more."

He stopped and took a moment to look at the newcomer and the stone creature.  He then took a moment to look Warp over carefully.  Too young to drink alcohol? Wait a minute, are these kids?  There are kids protecting this city?  "Hang on a second, how old are you guys?"

Kwame watched the display and nodded his head at the maneuver.  He had performed the same move during his bouts with the PCW and TNA wrestling groups but that was normal wrestling.  He was interested how well a punch could be pulled when both fighters had the ability to destroy buildings.

Kwame shook his head showing that he had no further questions.  He was getting more interested in seeing the rest of the workings of the league.  So far, it was just what he wanted.

Kwame took a  moment to look at the other new recruits.  Some of them were very interesting but it did get him wondering how things were going to play out.  

"Yeah, I've got a quick question.  I know this is wrestling, so I assume it's pretty much the same as the mundane leagues, but I've got to ask, with this being the superpowered league, how real do we get?"  He gesture over at one of the petite new members as he continued.  "I mean, I'm pretty strong and Jesse's pretty much invulnerable. We're going to need to be pretty careful with someone as small as him.  I'm assuming your one of those agility type wrestlers, always jumping around the ring, showing off how quick you are?"

"I don't want to hurt anyone, but to make this look impressive, we'll need to know just how far we can go."  Kwame looked back at DeShaek as he finished.

Kwame took the offered hand in a firm but careful grip.  "The pleasure is all mine."  He smiled broadly as he released the hand.  "Warp, huh?  That's an interesting name.  Reminds me of a fella I used to wrestle back in the PCW.  Oh, that's Pro Championship Wrestling, an independent wrestling group out of Chicago that I used to wrestle for.  His signature move was to fling his opponents into the ropes and as they bounced back, clothesline them.  He did it so fast that it was like warp speed!"

He adjusted his scarf slightly as he added.  "You wouldn't be a speedster would?  That's how you made the cup disappear?"  At the mention of the cup, his eyes widen and he slaps his forehead.  "That's right!  I almost forgot. That's why I came over in the first place!  I was looking for some real eggnog and thought you guys might be able to point me in the right direction."

Kwame took a moment to look around at everyone enjoying themselves and shrugged.  "Does it really matter?  I'd rather people would have some fun than trying to hurt each other.  It is the holiday season after all."

He raised his hands in a waiting gesture before continuing.  "I admit, it is a little strange.  Nothing like this would every happen in Chicago, but then again, this is Freedom we're talking about.  Where pretty much anything could happen or appear."  Kwame looks towards the stone creature standing next to the woman.  "I mean, where else are you going to see," he gestures to include Gargoyle, Warp, a space suit with a large inner tube running toward the snow hill, and all the people having fun, "all of this in one place?  As long as there are people like yourself willing to watch out for everyone, let them enjoy themselves."

Kwame smiled at the pair and removed his knit cap. revealing his bald head.  He quickly took a bow and said, "Forgive my lack of manners.  The name's Kwame or as most people are used to calling me, Hammer.  I'm new in town and enjoying the festivities before getting to work."  He replaced the cap and adjusted the edge to ensure that the red H was slightly off centered.

Kwame stepped out into the street and stopped for a moment to take in the sights.  Look at all of this craziness!  Even the cops are getting into the swing of things.  I guess even Christmas gets people to relax. He lifted his head and shifted the air.  Cinnamon!  I wonder if they have some real eggnog for sell.

With a smile on his face, he adjusted the knit black hat upon his head and tighten the red scarf around his neck.  He moved deeper in the crowds looking for a stall that was selling eggnog when he noticed the young lady  in costume and the ... stone creature?!  

Kwame shook his head and moved over towards them.  Perhaps they can point me in the right direction.  Kwame raised his hand to get their attention just when dark lines of power moved about her arms.  Seeing the cup disintegrate in her hand caused Kwame to voice his surprise.  "Holy sh--" he began but quickly caught himself as a young girl ran by.  "--akes!  That was some wicked display of power!"

His voice was loud enough for the young woman and stone creature to easily hear.  Kwame seemed quite normal.  He wore his black knit cap with a red H embossed on the edge, a red knit scarf, a thick down felt winter jacket, blue jeans, and brown construction boots.  The clothes, though bulky, did little to disguise the muscular shape on his five eleven frame.  He smiled warmly at the pair.

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