Your Name: Chris DeRosa
Wrestlers Name: Nightmare
Hometown: Long Beach. NY
Height: 6'
Weight: 250
Entrance Music: Crawling by Linkin Park
Entrance:

Five Basic Moves: Closeline, powerbomb, spine buster, flying elbow, german suplex

Signature Move: Deaths Row
Description: Spear

Finishing Move: Bad Dreams
Description: Super kick

Bio: Growing up in Long Beach, Long Island, fighting was a way of life for Nightmare. Starting on the wrestling mats when he was a kid to the streets to make money, fighting has gotten him everything in his life. Now, realizing that he has achieved everything he can on the streets, he feels it is time to bring his no quit mentality to JWF!

Sample RP: *In the beginning of the day, the sun just peaks over the tops of the trees, which are already starting to change colors. Most of the trees outside are beginning to bare, but still at this time of the year the scenery is beautiful. Birds still chirping, and the weather is still quite moderate. The streets are not as busy as they would be during a normal week day, due to the national holiday of Columbus Day. As we drive down towards the beach, we are able to see people jogging along the side street where it is very easy to see the ocean. A few blocks down, there is a ramp leading up to the boardwalk. There, we see a man sitting on a bench a bit down by himself. He is just staring off into the horizon, watching all the colors reflect off the top of the ocean. The camera crew approaches the man and we now are able to see is Nightmare.*
Nightmare: You know, nothing ever seems to go the way you plan it in the world today. These days, the economy is in the shitter, even though the government and high officials tell us how well it was doing before the recession. Also, we now have then presidential election approaching. Both candidates are full of shit. No matter what happens, this country is going to be in a tough place for quite a while. But that’s not why I am here right now. And I certainly know that you people didn’t come up here to talk to me about my political views. Let’s be serious for a second. What I am trying to get at here in my little rant is that I came in at the Two Day Spectacle and spoke about how I wanted to come in here with a bang. I was hoping that my first match would be against a name. But I got stuck with Jason Black; a newcomer, just like me.
*Nightmare gets up from the bench and walks over to lean on the railing. He looks up at the sky, where the sunrise is almost completely over. The clouds in the sky are starting to hide the sun, and instead of having this beautiful morning as it seemed it would be, the clouds put an end to the light for a brief time. The morning breeze picks up, and Nightmare begins to talk again.*
Nightmare: It isn’t like I have proved anything to anyone yet in this business. So I guess it isn’t correct to assume that I should be on the same level as some of these other new guys. My message last week did not break through the thick skulls of some people in this business yet, and I suppose that is understandable. But, do not get me wrong. That ideology that most of the true talent in this business holds about me, just another new guy, will change rapidly. I plan to truly make a statement this week against Jason Black. Yes, I do not know anything about this man. All I know is that he will show up to fight. But nothing scares me. Nobody can intimidate me here. I have seen the worst in this world… Nobody in this business that I have briefly seen has shown me anything that I should fear. That makes me happy, but sad at the same time.
*With the wind picking up, Nightmare decides it is probably best if he were to get off of the boardwalk and maybe get behind some of the taller buildings that block the ocean from the main road. There, the temperature has to be warmer. Once out on the streets, Nightmare goes over to his car and sits on the hood. He pulls reaches into the passenger seat window and pulls a cigar out. He lights it up, and continues speaking with us.*
Nightmare: The thing is I want to be big in this company, and I want to do it fast. Everywhere else I have been, I have been the star; the guy that was seen as the man to beat by everyone around me. But here, at least right now, I am just another guy that needs to prove himself. That is something that I have not had to do in years. But I think I am somewhat excited to change things up and start from the bottom. A bit of a challenge sort of speak. I think it could be fun. And what a way to start off my career here than to battle another man trying to make a name for himself. This guy Jason Black is trying to do the same thing as me; start off hot and win gold as fast as he can. The thing is, he isn’t me. He doesn’t have the charisma that I have and he certainly doesn’t display the type of composure that I have in pressure situations. I have been in matches where it seemed like I was finished; down for the count. And out of nowhere, I am able to throw a punch here and there and the net thing we know I am delivering “Bad Dreams” to whomever it is I am fighting and knock them out for the count. All it takes for me is one super kick or one swift spear to win me the match. But to defeat me… it will take a little more than that to keep me down. Not many people in my career have silenced me in the ring and I do not plan on having that start in my first match here in the FFP. My career is going to be a prosperous one here, and the first person that will know what I can do in the ring is Jason Black. So get ready, because when the lights go out, there will be nothing to save you from the Nightmare!
*Nightmare finishes his cigar on the hood of his car. He tosses the remainder of it on the ground near his front left tire. We thank Nightmare for taking the time out of his busy schedule to speak with us. He gets in his car and turns the key in the ignition. The scene fades away as we see Nightmare driving off into the distance.*