Pete Whealdon Biography

 

 

Horse the Band-Shapeshift  

a Coif Fine enough to make a priest vomit, and a mustache to match, Bloodshot Baby Blue Eyes, Non defined Physique. Stocky. 

Pink tights, Pink Boots, Pink Knee Pads. Pink Ascot. Sunglasses. Cigarette. Baby Oil. 

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Stalling  

Heel

#Sleaze  

Swinging Neckbreaker From the Second Turn Buckle  

 

 

Dropkick-Legit, Beautiful, Makes you remember how much you hate him when you see the wasted potential

The Suicide Sleaze- Running Between the Ropes Suicide Dive

The Bad Touch- Standing Octopus Hold
 

Punches.
Kicks.
knee drop
scoop slam
Battering Ram
high knee strike
Chinlocks
Abdominal Stretch
Headbutts
Arm wrenchs
Wristlocks
Every Headlock Variation ever.
Old School Cheating Shenanigans- Eye pokes, low blows, eye rakes, you know.
 

[Shapeshift blares loudly]

[Pete Whealdon steps out from behind the curtain, Sunglasses on. Strutting down the aisle in a pink mesh, sleeveless hoodie.]

[Stopping at Ringside, Whealdon pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his tights, and lights one up. Walking around the entire ring before sliding in.]

[Calling to a ringside boy, he tosses his Hoodie out, exchanging it for a tasseled pink Ascot, which he tosses around his neck as he thrusts his pelvis. For stretching purposes. Of course]