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Record: 5
- 4
Total Points: 17
Title: TFWF Tag Team Champion (14)
Fed: TFWF and HIW
Height: 5'11
Weight: 215lbs
Wrestling Style: High-Flying
Alignment: Heel
Experience: Midcarder
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Vain, sycophantic and sickeningly self-indulgent are all words used to describe Scorpio; and that's what his friends say! His motto in life might as well be "Me, me, my little black dress, and me", as this is pretty much how he lives. Growing up in Kensington, he has always enjoyed the high-life, surrounded by the latest gadgets and fashion must-haves. In his adult life, Scorpio is one half of the successful T.F.W.F. band, Desert Sex, and pioneer of his own fashion lable; it's just fabulous!
Roleplays:
T.F.W.F.
- Scorpio/Ness vs. Gore/Bryant vs. Addison/Martins
- Scorpio vs. Chester Addison
- Scorpio vs. Joel Bryant [Collab]
- Scorpio vs. Joel Bryant
- Scorpio & Aaron Roberts vs. Jose Ramon & Joel Bryant
- Scorpio, Ness & Creme de la Creme vs. Cecile Lecrux, Andrei Sorokov & Darkseid
- Scorpio vs. Creme de la Creme vs. Chester Addison vs. SG Martins vs. Kent Clark vs. Jose Ramon
- Scorpio vs. Jack Hondo
- Scorpio vs. APB vs. Chester Addison
- Scorpio & Ness vs. Chester Addison & SG Martins vs. Kent Clark & ABP
HIW
- Scorpio vs. El Mistique
- Scorpio vs. Akemi Ameratasu vs. Morgan Jones
- Scorpio vs. Chester Addison
- Scorpio vs. Travis Jeffries
Experts
- Scorpio vs. William
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Desert Sex 101 - Give The Fans What They Want, More S-Factor
-[Tokyo Dome, Tokyo - 22nd January 2010]-
Dooooooon't hate me, because I'm beautiful...
The Japanese crowd's cheering ceases as they hail the arrival of the one and only S-Factor with a low grumble of heat. Scorpio steps out onto the stage in all his resplendent glory, attired in only the finest leopard-print skinny jeans and a Desert Sex t-shirt, naturally with all the accessories to boot. As he makes his way down the ramp Scorpio is handed a microphone by a nearby stage-hand, which he takes before rolling into the ring. As he poses for the fans the music fades out.
Scorpio: You know... last Monday was a very bitter-sweet day for Desert Sex. While due to unfortunate circumstances, neither Ness or I qualified for the King of the Deathmatches tournament, our number-one fan and the man who has helped bind this great band together over recent weeks did, so ladies and gentlemen... a round of applause... for Crème de la Crème!
The S-Factor loudly claps his hands together, smiling widely, but none of the fans follow suit. After a few seconds of his lonesome applause, Scorpio stops and looks out at the fans.
Scorpio: But, all is not lost. While Ness and I may not be dancing the deathmatch jive in Los Angeles, we've got our sights set on something we never got around to re-claiming when they were robbed from us back at Autumn Annihilation. Something that has been wrapped around the waist of the two men who managed to shock the entire TFWF world back then, the two men who make me physically sick just thinking about them. Don't worry though, I've been watching my calorie intake and a lettuce leaf shouldn't bring much up. Of course, I'm talking about the Tag Team Championships; the titles Ness and I earned way back at Death Or Glory, the titles we finally got at Hard Steel, and the titles that were swiped from under our noses in November...
Scorpio then clutches his jaw, holding it as if in pain before shaking his head and smirking a little at the Japanese crowd.
Scorpio: Now I'm sure you all watched Mayhem this week, and I'm sure you all saw the heinous acts when that gallivanting drunkard APB decided to throw his weight around... and now this Monday I'm to against him, as well as the British, and naturally stronger, member of the Commonwealth Connection, Chester Addison. Two men who want to climb into this ring with the undisputed King of TFWF Pop, and try and out-do me?
He pulls a questioning face as the fans start a chant for Chester Addison.
Scorpio: Last Monday, we all saw APB and Kent Clark have a sweet little bonding session. A sweet little marriage counselling attempt, or maybe it was all part of some scheme to get some respect for the elderly, starting with that rampant little shut-in. Whatever it was... it was PATHETIC. I mean seriously, a team built on the fact one of them is going senile and suddenly believes the Commonwealth Connection are the TFWF's answer to Bonnie and Clyde, and the other is a videogame-nerd with no real friends in the locker room so he does his boy-scout routine by changing APB's bed-pan and hopes to get some kind of tutelage out of it...
The S-Factor shakes his head in disappointment as a chant goes up for Kent Clark this time.
Scorpio: And what tutelage is poor little Kent getting? Why, nothing but an un-provoked attack on yours truly. I mean, SERIOUSLY? And people wonder why the youth of today are running wild! I'll tell you why, because they're being mentored by rabid old fuckers like APB! So Kent, I hope you're listening to this... because maybe I can teach you something. Now you see Kent, when an old man, let's call him... Allen... goes past the stage of just being a bit frail and wrinkly, and becomes the sort of self-pissing, boiled sweet-sucking, constantly-cursing vegetable that APB is... well... sometimes it's just better to let them go. He thinks he's getting in touch with his youth again by working with you Kent, and you're getting nothing out of it but bad impressions. Drop it Kent, drop the festering little prune and try and make yourself a proper career...
Scorpio shakes his head at the camera, staring into it as if looking straight at Kent himself, sending the message. He allows the idea to sink in by pausing before bringing the microphone up.
Scorpio: And if for some reason you're not convinced yet? Watch on Monday when I destroy APB, and then understand Kent... that'll be you at Night of the Revolution when we meet for those tag titles. Kent, you've wrestled me before, you know the damn drill by now...
He then raises an eyebrow, smirking.
Scorpio: As for YOU Chester... my, my, my! I know you didn't choose this match, but my God you must be bricking it now. We've done this merry dance before, haven't we Chester? We've tied it up in the past... and I came out on top. Oh yes, Chester, I know how to end you. You may have pinned Eaton Gore and ROBBED us of those tag team titles, but in singles competition you've not managed to overcome the super-macho might of Scorpio! You know it Chester, and I know you and your little Moosey friend are just counting down the days you have left on your reign... Valentine's day I believe it is. I hope you've got your dates sorted, because that's all that will bring a smile to your face on that day.
Making a title motion around his waist, Scorpio smiles as he looks into the camera. The fans around him continue their back-and-forth chanting for Kent Clark and the Commonwealth Connection.
Scorpio: Y'know, I don't care if you like Nerd-Boy and his grandad, I don't care if you like the Cross-Atlantic Love Affair, and I don't care if you dislike the greatest fucking band and team in the history of this company. The cold, hard fact of the matter is that nobody can stop Ness, Aaron, Crème or Scorpio when we hunt the fuckers down; and so, the fact of Night of the Revolution is this... Crème de la Crème will be leaving Los Angeles as the NEW King of the Deatmatches... Scorpio and Ness will be leaving New York as the NEW Tag Team Champions... and Desert Sex will be reigning supreme over TFWF...
He winks into the camera.
Scorpio: And you better start fucking enjoying it!
The S-Factor throws his microphone down and looks to leave the ring, when all of a sudden...
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