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“Dammit Bobby boy, cheer up and relax!”
“Hmph!”
The Crow brothers were currently driving down a highway late at night, Jason at the wheel, still bounding with enthusiasm for the show they had not long since left. Robert on the other hand was dour and a little angry mixed with disappointment.
“Fuck off Jase... And I tole' you before about calling me Bobby boy...”
“Jeeze man, fuckin' cheer up!” Jason laughs. “We made it! We're finally in the big leagues like I said we would! An' you all actin like a bitch who lost it's toy! Come on dude, we just got paid more for assaulting the manager and attacking the new champs that we'd make in three months back in Phily!”
Jason rolls his shoulders at the thought of the evenings escapades and smiles at what the future had in store for the pair.
“I don't give a fuck about that.... I just wanna hurt people!” Rob grunts as he sullenly looks out the window into the dark.
“In that case, I might keep your cut...”
“Fuck off!”
“Hahahaha! I knew you'd come out of it!” Jason relaxes as he overtakes a loaded station wagon.
Robert, pissed off now that his brother had managed to get a rise out of him, shook his head and settled in for the drive again. “All right fine...” A grin begins to cross his face. “Was kinda fun getting in that midgets grill like that!”
“There we go bro, hahaha! We've finally made it! It's all gravy and gold from now on!”
Robert just rolls his eyes again and looks unseeing out the window. “We stoppin' for the night or you plannin on driving all the way back to Phily in one night?” Rob looks meaningfully at his brother. “I ain't driving tonight...”
Jason looks at the time and shrugs. “Was gonna see about finding a motel once we cross the state line... Could see about finding one now I guess... We got money to burn, so let's see about having some fun, eh? Ahahahah!”
Jason laughs again, his excitement infectious enough to even get Robert to smile about the adventure ahead of them, both in the short and long term!
The Crows are gonna get ya...
Team Name: Murder of Crows
Name: Jason Crow
Pic Base:
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 263lbs
D.O.B: 13th October 1978
Name: Robert Crow
Pic Base:
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 256lbs
D.O.B: 27th July 1982
Hometown: Philadelphia
Resides: Philadelphia
Debut: Rumble in the Storm
Bio: Murder of Crows have been tearing up the indy scene in Phili for the past decade or more, specialising in hardcore style and tag team matches. They have rightfully gained a reputation for toughness and brutality that leaves others running for the hills when faced with these men. Jason is the defacto leader of the group, only because he is the only one who can reign in Roberts destructive and sadistic moods. Jason has more of a get up and go attitude, who's anger can grow to a red hot rage at times, whilst Robert is more of a quiet, introspective sort with a coldness that leaves others shivering. When they set their sites on something they want, they will stop at nothing to get it.
Heel/Tweener/Face: Jason can swing either way depending on the situation. Robert's demeanour means that he could never be truly face, but will generally follow Jason's lead.
Finishing Moves:
Team Finishers:
Throw the Dead Crow (3D, sometimes through a table, chair/s, ladder/s, any foreign object they can get into play, the more destructive, the better!)
Con-chair-to
Signature Moves:
Stereo Powerbomb
Stereo Pile Drivers
Jason Crow
Finishing Moves:
Crow DDT (Evenflow DDT)
Crows Driver (Death Valley Driver)
Signature Moves:
Fallaway slam
Falling neckbreaker
Inverted DDT
Piledriver
Belly-to-belly Suplex
Brainbuster
Lariat
Cobra Clutch
Big Boot
Robert Crow
Finishing Moves:
Crow DDT (Evenflow DDT)
Drop Toe Hold onto Steel Chair
Signature Moves
Russian Leg Sweep
Drop Toe Hold
Crossface Chickenwing
Cobra Clutch
Super Kick
Ankle Lock
Crow Jab Combo (3-4 Jabs, then Discus Clothesline)
Russian Leg Sweep onto Guard Rail
Diving Knee Drop Bulldog
Clothesline to Corner, then Bulldog
Sleeper Hold
Bulldog
Entrance Music: Cowboys From Hell - Pantera
Full Entrance
The lights go out and a Crow is heard over the PA. The Titantron lights up with a black birds eye, zooming out to show a Crow. It takes off with a caw as several more birds do the same and Cowboys From Hell by Pantera hits the PA.As the full band hits, pyros go off as the two brothers come onto the ramp. A video package shows of the two destroying their opponents with hard hitting moves and a multitude of weapons. Jason is in black, loose fitting tracksuits and a black t-shirt with a Crows eye emblazoned on the chest (available at seryshop.com!). His arms are thrown high in the air and his face radiates a determined confidence. Robert is in a black leather jacket, frayed jorts and ripped black t-shirt with the same crows eye on it. He doesn't react to the crowd, instead focusing his dead looking eyes on the ring and follows his brother down the ramp. (Robert shows more enthusiasm if it's a hardcore stipulation and/or they are bringing weapons) Both climb into the ring and Jason climbs a turnbuckle and plays to the crowd. Robert just sits in a corner, his eyes unfocused, until Jason comes to stir him into action.
The Crows are gonna get ya...