Character Info

Character (Real name / Ring name): Erik Rivera / Sean Tyler

Poser / Pic Base: Chuck Taylor (Chikara)

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height / Weight: 6’2” / 215lbs

Hometown: San Juan, Puerto Rico

Alignment: Neutral (leaning more to face than to heel)


Move Information

Finisher
(1)Name: No Place to Play (NPTP)
(1)Description: Spinning Lifting Inverted DDT (Paroxysm)

(2)Name: Lights Off
(2)Description: Busaiku Knee Kick

Desperation / Submission Finisher
(1)Name: Break Down
(1)Description: Codebreaker

Wrestling/Fighting Style: Mexican Lucha, Technical, Showman

Basic Move Set:
1-Sharpshooter
2-Cloverleaf
3-Step Up Enzuiguri
4-Inverted GTS
5-Cross-Armed Double Knee Backbreaker
6-Inverted STF
6-Fireman’s Carry Gutbuster
10-Shooting Star DDT
11-Japanese Arm Drag
12-Snap DDT
11-Pelé Kick
12-Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex
13-Brainbuster
14-Over the shoulder single leg boston crab
15-Reverse STO
16-Fujiwara Armbar
17-Sitout Scoop Slam Piledriver
18-Gannosuke Clutch
19-Springboard Moonsault
20-Fisherman Buster
21-Rolling Cutter
22-Powerbomb into a Double Knee Backbreaker
23-Inverted Frankensteiner
24-Running Shooting Star Press

Entrance Info

Entrance Music: Grow Up-Simple Plan

Entrance:
Music Hits, Sean Tyler comes out of the curtain and watch at everyone in attendance smiling. He shakes a bit and runs towards the ring, he enters the ring sliding and after some seconds he stands up. Tyler then goes to the ropes and makes the peace sign.
(Yeah, that simple)

Fan Interaction: He’s mostly a Face, but sometimes when he speaks he sounds like a heel, but the thing is that he likes to play for the crowd, he’s a guy living his dream so he enjoys wrestling and enjoys giving a good show. Overall he is cheered and loves to be.


Background Info


Biography/Upbringing/Influences:
Sean Tyler, real name Erik Rivera, is a Puerto Rican wrestler. He began wrestling training at age 14 in a wrestling school in Puerto Rico, under the coaching of Israel Rivera a well renowned trainer in the island. At age 15 he competed in his first wrestling show for TWX in Puerto Rico, a local Indy fed, in that show he exhibited some good skills in wrestling that left a good impression in his trainer and other wrestling producers in the Island. By age 16 he already had a Heavyweight Title on his waist for the TWX and had wrestled all around the island establishing himself as the new sensation of Puerto Rican wrestling.

At age 17 he debuted in one of Puerto Rico’s mainstream promotions IWA, where he wrestled for a brief period of time due to an injury that kept him out of the rings. He graduated from high school while injured and entered College. But soon after that he decided wanted to prove himself wrestling outside of Puerto Rico, that’s when some of his friends told him about a visit an Indy promotion executives of the US where doing in Puerto Rico. He went to the tryouts and impressed them enough that they gave him a contract for their promotion. Then he traveled to New Jersey where he’s now living, even though he still uses San Juan as his hometown in wrestling.

He is currently wrestling for that Indy promotion and is expected to sign a deal with SCW. He still is studying but on an online fashion and works part time in the local Chili’s restaurant to pay the bills of the apartment he is sharing with three other friends.

Mentality / Personal Traits / World View:
Sean Tyler is laid back, really laid back… most of the time people confuse that thing of his personality with him being childish.

Gimmick Elements (catchphrases / poses / etc.):
He has no real catchphrase nor poses… still

Supporting Cast (Friends / Enemies / Managers / Valets):
Jason McNichols, his roommate and cameraman. He is the only guy Sean acknowledges in his promos, mainly because he is his cameraman after all. But most of the time he doesn’t mention his name.

Sean has a girlfriend but he doesn’t acknowledge her in any of his wrestling things, even though she appears sometimes in the background of some of his promos.

Also his roommates and workmates, he doesn’t acknowledge them but they appear sometimes in the background of his promos.

Career History (Past feds / accolades):
-In character the only other fed Sean is right now is Warped.
-As a handler I’ve been in Fusion Championship Wrestling with the character Jason Scorpio and won the Xtreme Title and when the FCW guys “bought” the Pure Wrestling Revival fed won the TV Title.


SAMPLE RP (This was made with my Jason Scorpio character)

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.”-William Shakespeare

:: Sounds of some kind of training or fight on a mat invades the scene as it begins to open from black to reveal some type of gym with its weights, exercise bikes, punching bags, and an octagon. Inside that octagon we only see one man sitting in the lotus position meditating. A group of about 5 or 6 guys is saluting each other, some just point at the man inside the octagon and in a matter of minutes the whole group leaves the gym, leaving the man meditating alone in the center of the octagon.::

(The following part is meant to be read as it was some kind of flashback, or thoughts from Scorpio’s mind.)

1960, La Habana, Cuba… My grand-father gathered all the family on one place and the radio went on. Fidel Castro was giving one of his first speeches as the new governor of Cuba, the new President of Cuba. Just months earlier the revolution had ended and the revolutionaries have taken control of the island. Planes and boats have been granted permission to take people away from the island; under one condition… they must leave everything they own behind. José Rodríguez, my grand-father, turned around and looked straight to my grand-mother, my father and my aunt… that only look said everything they feared it meant. He was going to stay, but they should leave. My grand-father opposed Fidel’s regime and was plotting against it from the very beginning, but he knew that by doing that he was risking the well-being of his family, so he arranged for a plane to get my grand-mother, my father and my aunt to Miami, Florida, where a friend of my grand-father was waiting for them. The day my family left the island, they knew… it was gone forever, at least for them. My grand-father plot went wrong and he was captured along with the others and was severely punished, with death by shooting. Meanwhile in the US my grand-mother began an affair with the man who received them in the US, just for my family to have the rights to live there and also because she became very fond of the man in question, who was by the time owner of a daily newspaper. My father grew up practically hating the regime in Cuba, so after he graduated from High School he entered the US Army, served for quite a long time until the man that became his step-father and his father figure in the US died, in the process inheriting him with the newspaper, now a well-known publicity company; my aunt, older than my father, once she got out of school, she married a young man from Florida and they saw her briefly from time to time. At the same time my father was taking care of the business, he met a woman, a young Puerto Rican girl that worked in the company and fell in love with her. From that marriage I was born… “The Two Wings of the Same Bird” came together in me. Growing up I asked my father many times about his family and he always evaded the question, but always showing great anger on his eyes when he talked about it.

Once, I remember, we traveled to Puerto Rico and he saw a Cuban Flag on one bird, on a drawing in some wall… I knew something hit him hard, because the strong frame he always had on his face, suddenly broke down, tears came from his eyes and he just stopped the car. The place we stopped had a great view; I remember that, we could almost see the north and south of the island from that very place. My father approached me and told me to always remember that I’m from the same bird, both wings… at that moment that phrase didn’t mean a lot to me, I only thought it was another motivational thing parents tell the children just to keep their imagination growing. Now, I know exactly what that phrase meant, and will always mean.

(The Flashback goes off and we’re back on real time.)

:: The scene of Scorpio sitting in the middle of the octagon meditating comes back as he’s now opening his eyes. He sees the camera and just motions his head backwards, grabs the towel hanging on his neck and dries the sweat off his face. He stands up, showing his towering frame, wide smile and wearing full MMA training gear. He goes out of the cage and sits down in a bench nearby, grabs his bottle of water and drinks almost half the bottle in just one gulp. Scorpio looks straight towards the camera and talks to the cameraman.::

So, this is what Greg is hiring now. Cool, at least it seems he’s not wasting money on things that any idiot can do.

:: The cameraman speaks to Scorpio in what appears to be a much molested tone of voice.::

I beg your permission sir, but I’m here to do my---

:: Scorpio stops the man by interrupting what he was saying.::

Your job, I know… gosh… it seems like every cameraman FCW has now wants to be protagonist of the promo they are supposed to shoot. If they are not interrupting something, they think they are smart ass and can talk whenever they want.

:: The cameraman once again speaks from behind the camera.::

Excuse me sir, but you are disrespecting me by saying what you are saying…

:: Scorpio just smiles and responds to the cameraman statement.::

I’m sorry if I offended you, all mighty and powerful low budget worker. Now seriously, what is with all of you interrupting whatever we are saying, it doesn’t matter who is talking, you guys, at least now, seem to be interrupting something. The preaching in Lyndon’s church of chicken… the geography lesson in Nick Kelly’s classroom. You are all doing the same things, fuck it seems like every little one of you wants their own chance to be on the spotlight. Anyway, you are simply a cameraman so I guess I should speak of me instead.

:: Scorpio sits straight in the bench, takes a deep breath and begins talking.::

So, it’s good to be back at home. I think I got the best out of my opponent last week so that must be good, I think. Anyway last week is last week, this week I have a bigger challenge, one of those challenges I really like because they push me to the limits of my capabilities each time. One of those challenges like Trax, Jaden Zion, Bruser, and Noah Drake… true challenges. I love the fact that this week I’m going to get a challenge finally after a long time. But one thing I hate about that challenge, the fact… that it seems I’m going to once again be the “Good Cop”.

You see, my opponent here seems to be playing the little game of switcheroo and well putting a guy to play me on his promo, talk shit like he on constant anal bleeding and pretty much running his mouth a hell lot about what he has done and whatever he has on his mind. It’s good, to see an opponent like that, reminds me a lot of Jaden Zion. That cocky guy that ran his mouth a lot and always had a joke to make about someone else. But here is the funny thing about my opponent this week… he just seems to COPY Jaden completely. Every damned joke he made about me, I heard it before… hell I even heard the mockery about my charisma, my tone of voice, my not so good English and all of those things. Where is the originality, where is that thing that made everyone unique in this business. Because it seems like wherever I want to look there is a guy copying Nick Kelly, a guy copying Bruser, another guy copying Extreme Machine, Ash Soulsfate, Caleb Sanders, Ronnie McNeil… hell I HAVE NOW ENCOUNTER A GUY THAT COPIES JADEN ZION!!! There are only two differences between Jaden and this dude the name and the fact that one had an obsession with pickles and this one… at least to the extent I know doesn’t.

Zak, it seems very obvious that you did some sort of homework on my history… I applaud you for that it seems your little brain did something good after all for you. Yes, I’m from Cuban descent and yes I have problems with English, but at least they are less than the problems you have with Spanish, only two fucking words and you messed the whole thing, well done “Mr. Elitist”; which is something that causes a great irony and confusion within myself because I thought an Elitist was some kind of people who were above everyone else, both intellectually and physically. The fact that I can speak two languages fluidly and have great physic tells me that I’m more of an Elitist than what you are. Nevertheless I’m the good cop here so I should not be putting my finger on the wound.

:: Scorpio leans forward in the bench as he stares at the camera. The empty gym seems enormous behind Scorpio as he resumes speaking.::

And I am the “good cop” in this situation I should start by congratulating you on your first two wins in FCW. They were kind of impressive wins against the likes of Josh, John… or whatever his name is and Ronnie Mac. You seem to be on quite a roll as of now; I have to admit you even impress me on your way of doing your little rant on video. You divide the whole bullshit you are talking into three so it becomes easier to digest… even though you know its shit nonetheless. But I found one little thing about you… you become quite repetitive a lot of times.

For example Zak, you are doing the skit of the guy that is a “look alike” with me, which by the way goes to show that I’m that good… that people imitates me and you try to make them look like fools. Which by the way is one of the things you trend to repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat… you did it in your first promo against the John, Josh or whatever his name was… the other dude that came from VGW and you did it against Ronnie McNeil last week. So, where is the originality here… and they say I’m the fucking brick. Other thing I saw from you, you are an Elitist, you must be quite a literate, you must know history and many things… you seem to overlook historical facts my friend… CUBAN EXILIATES CAN’T GO TO CUBA AS LONG AS THEY LIVE, which by the way brings me to another historical fact you overlook… Cuba=Communism… Cuba=Soviet Union… NOT NAZI GERMANY, so much with the literate Elitist we have here. I wish that makes you rethink many things you said and well, enlighten you a bit. Because I’m beginning to think that you chose your nickname because it looks pretty or cool, not by its definition.

:: Scorpio just shakes his arms a bit, look from side to side as he just gets a breath. After several seconds quiet he resumes speaking.::

There was one little thing I saw earlier, while I was watching videos about you. Because quite frankly I don’t know you beside your recent matches and your blah…blah…blah concerning myself. Between all of the shit you have been saying I found that you are bragging about a “fact” that you were the first man to be contacted to go into FCW on its re-birth. Sounds funny, because it is funny; you see Zak… you were the “first” man contacted because Greg knew that if he moved one finger and pressed the button that will restart the FCW machine… he had Ronnie, Kash, Eric Michaels, Reaper, Cid, Extreme Machine, Trax, Jenkins, Caleb, Ash, Noah, Lyndon, Myself and many others just waiting for that. He knew he didn’t have to contact us; we would have gotten into FCW by any means possible. That make his search a little more easy and that just made you the “first” man contacted… because you were basically the only man Greg needed to contact to join FCW. A man that by my research, trends to leave places if he doesn’t find them “suitable” for his “talent”, let’s be honest here Zak… you want challenges, FCW gives you that… but what you are going to do when you get into that fucking four sided ring with me a RISING STAR like some only fan club member called me earlier today… and not with washed up has been. What are you going to do with someone who knows what he is capable of doing, what his limits are and most importantly knows exactly what he is and he’s not a copy of someone else?

Zak, is very easy to call yourself and Elitist when all you say, have been said before; is very easy to call yourself the top dog in this game, when every little piece of crap that comes out of your filthy mouth has come out of the mouth of other people. I’m not bitching around about originality or charisma, because I know I lack the originality of a pickle boy and the charisma of a Sin City Cult. But then again, I don’t need that kind of “approach” to mark my point. I don’t need that to find myself battling it out for titles; I don’t need that to found myself in the spot where most rookies want to be. So Jaden Wannabe… you may be this year rookie of the year, but this week you are playing on MY PLAYGROUND, on my yard. I want you to bring your fucking submission game, that one that you brag about all the fucking time, that submission game that you call so dangerous and put it to the test against me. I dare you to do it, because I know for a fact that I can and I will… hurt you bad. I know for a fact that you bring that game I will bring mine. That octagon that was my home when FCW closed its doors, that’s where I learned new tricks, that’s where I found myself once again. That’s where I found out that I could go where ever I wanted and kick the fucking ass of people like you. Cocky pricks that came out of a prefabricated mold.

It’s fancy that you have three part promos, it shows that you can count up to three… that’s all you need to know, because three is the number of seconds your fucking hand will hit the mat showing that you are a tapping bitch. Showing that you challenged the scorpion and you got an answer. Showing that you challenged a man with a mission to recover whatever he left, and continuing that path… and you got an answer. Zachary, I feel sorry for you, because you have awaken something in me that most people simply won’t ever awake. I feel sorry for you because you stepped into deep waters and I sure hope you can swim, because I’m going to hit you so hard… it would be a miracle if you don’t drown.

Genocide, that’s precisely what I have in mind when I think about this upcoming Monday Night. Genocide is what I have planned for everyone who steps in my way. Genocide is what made the country you compare Cuba with, erroneously, famous for the rest of history.

:: Scorpio moves to one side head’s down, slowly breathing hands on each side he looks like he is thinking about something. Suddenly he breaks silence as he resumes speaking.::

History, history is what makes us what we are, if we dare to hear it and learn from it we can become better men, better wrestlers… I have learned a lot of my past history, I have learned a lot from past’s mistakes, and I have learned a lot. And if what I’ve learned is useful for something it should be kicking your freaking ass all over the “City of Lakes”. Zak, history is on my veins, history that you dared to kick and kick and kick. I believe you don’t realize that, precisely that phase of history you brought out on my face hits me personally. I never wanted to think about it, but as my father used to say I’m from the same bird the two wings. Right now I’m what unite Cuba with the rest of America. We are people who never give up, not now, never. We will fight, is on our veins. Come Monday you will see exactly why Ardolis Chapman, Alexei Cabrera, Livan Hernandez and his brother Orlando, Tany Pérez and all of those Cuban Baseball players you guys get to love because they carry your favorite baseball team… felt when they jumped into that raft and dared to cross the ocean to get into “freedom”.

Zachary… you will have to do “Santería”… you will have to go to any church you want… you will have to kneel and pray to heavens like they did. Like my family did… because your freedom ends now… your clock is ticking… I forgive but I never forget. My history has taught me to be strong, has taught me to give a fuck what morons like you throw at me. But unlike when I was in school… unlike back then when I had to stay cool against people who only wanted to keep getting the stick into the wound… right now I have the power to kick your ass for it. Now I have the right to kick your ass so hard your own mother wouldn’t even recognize you.

That doctor you brought in on your first Promo for FCW… will have to learn plastic surgery because he will have to reconstruct your fucking face. Because right now the anger I have been carrying all my life against pricks like you who believe they have the right to kick me down because of my heritage… will be unleash. Zak, come Monday… For God Sake… you will have to beg for mercy. Your little game of words won’t work, your little doctor won’t do the trick… your jokes won’t do anything. Right now “The Brick” is talking… right now I don’t need charisma. Listen to me, motherfucker… you brought out a maniac, you brought out a guy who carries the weight of a whole continent on his back. You are now facing someone who has learned the meaning of what his father said when he was just a little kid.

:: Jason Scorpio turns and looks directly towards the camera, looking determined with a fiery look we have not seen before coming out of him. He smiles and takes a deep breath, moves his neck from side to side and resumes talking with the same determined tone of voice of earlier. ::

Yes Zak, I have now discovered that the bird is Latin America… and I’m both wings. I represent the only country in the world that’s still a fucking colony and I represent the only country in the world that doesn’t have elections for government charges. I represent Latin America as a whole. Zak, Puñeta, querías que hablara puto español. Tú querías que saliera de mí lo bruto, tú deseas enfrentar al latino. Aquí lo tienes… que vas a hacer sobre ello… No me entiendes? Problema grande tienes, carajo, porque ahora es que vas a conocer lo que es Jason Scorpio. This Monday, Zak, you won’t be fighting Jason Scorpio… you won’t be fighting that guy that many have joked around of. You will be against Jason Fucking Rodríguez. You will be fighting the Puerto Rican-Cuban-American… you will be fighting the only fucking Latin wrestler in FCW. You will be fighting the only wrestler that carries over all Latin America in FCW. You will be fighting a whole continent, because in Latin America you can kill the men, but you will never kill the ideals.

I’m all the saints and all the gods of this land, I know history… I know what had happened to all the countries you mocked when you mocked me and my language of birth. You mocked people from Mexico, to Argentina… including the Caribbean Islands and Spain, Shakespeare would be very… very mad at you guy. But what else can a guy who robbed another man what he made do? What else can a guy who needs to appeal to old jokes about me, old jokes and xenophobic jokes about Latinos in general… have on his mind?

Zachary I really believed you were intelligent, I really believed you were different to many others… but you are just a filthy Wales Scum. I don’t think people in Wales think you represent them. I know it’s your job to be that bad guy, the “bad cop” in this game… but I have seen bad guys who really respect history; I have seen bad guys who truly are guys you can get to respect. And I know you aren’t looking for respect when you talk, you are just trying to look the most original you can look, but you tend to make mistake after mistake. Who can blame you, you think you are funny as shit, newsflash you aren’t. You see, I’m who represents the past, the present, and future… many have called me the rising star, they call me future champion. And this week I have the opportunity to finally get my hands on your fucking face…

Go out there pray to Tyler “The Creator”, go out there, and pray to Alexander Lyndon… and you will find out that there’s no way out for you. There’s no mercy for people like you, low life scum that doesn’t deserve to be even on this country. Because you tend to forget one little thing, you are also a fucking immigrant. Zak, you the Elitist, who isn’t ELITE… after all I have said about you I have found out that what I said earlier is true… you just picked that nickname because it looked good right before your name… not because you knew what that word really meant.

One thing I will give you though, in the past I was very fond about being able to hold myself against Jaden, Trax and Noah Drake… right now… that’s behind me. If you somehow manage to beat me, I will hunt you. Because I won’t be fond of that, I never liked to lose, but when I was in the same position that you right now are… being on the same ring as the legends of FCW… was for me a great accomplishment because it meant that I was getting where I wanted to be. Now, I know I am on that level, you are the one rising, you are the fastest rising star in FCW history, I’ll give you that… but your ascent to greatness will find a wall, a brick wall in fact… a brick wall that is made about the dreams of millions of Cubans… and Latin Americans as whole. Fuck this brick wall even has the dreams of Cesar Tejeda and Lord Jaguar… and those are names I don’t think you know.

The Scorpion is ready for a fight; the Scorpion is ready to sting… I have drunk pulque; I have written a poem under the stars, I have felt the thin air of Los Andes… I have surfed on the Dominicans Waves and I have been all over Latin America. That’s the pretty thing about what I do… you get the chance to be fighting against people all over the world and get to learn the stories of that country, the face of the people… they can be ugly, toothless but they will smile, they will fight, they will wake up early and do whatever they have to. The same thing can’t be said about you… you seem like a guy that has never lifted a stone on his life; you look like the type of guy that was born on a golden crib. I, on the other hand, am a political speech without saliva; I’m Maradona against England scoring two goals for the win… I’m what my father taught me… if you don’t love your PATRIA you don’t love your mother…

:: Scorpio looks back and laughs, then he pass his tongue between his teeth and his upper lip… Scorpio brings his hands to his head and passes his hands through his hair as he sighs. After a minute or so he resumes speaking.::

Power if my mistress…… and as so I was beaten. Napoleon did very good things for what he thought, but he wasn’t a fool who tried to look smart… he was a smart guy that was been looked at as a fool. Your case, you don’t even deserve to look into the words of Napoleon for inspiration, you…. You don’t deserve to tie his shoes… you are just a guy who believes he’s smart… but in fact you are a fool. Zak… Stefan was one thing… I know you are another totally different piece of shit. But this time around you are not facing a legend that gave it all in his first run on FCW and came back because Home called… you are not facing a washed up never been of another low life company… you are facing a guy that no one believed he would come back. But when he did showed up many guys turned their eyes, as if they were seeing a ghost. Because they knew, that Scorpio was back… and they know what my name means.

They called me the NEW EXTREME MACHINE… and if you look into the annals of FCW you will find Extreme Machine in the Hall of Fame… My name wasn’t chosen because it was “cool” it was chosen because it shows to me what I have to do in order to get my name to be mentioned in all the corners of this business… I have to sting, sting hard enough to kill.

Zak, this Monday I will make sure you won’t ever forget my fucking last name… and will never, ever treat me as a low life wrestler… because I’m not. This week, my foot will hit your face so strong that the next time you think about running your mouth the way you did with me… you will think it twice. Jason Who? You asked…. THE ANSWER WILL BE GIVEN THIS MONDAY… I will make sure… JASON WHO… becomes JASON… WHO KICKED MY FUCKING ASS.

:: Scorpio looks straight towards the camera and speaks.::

This time… you won’t be entering a playground… no… Zak… this time… WELCOME TO MY FUCKING WARZONE… KID! I hope that responds to your question…

:: Scorpio extends his arm towards the camera and lowers it as he grabs his bag and towel and leaves the gym. The scene fades to black as the door closes behind Scorpio.::