(I know I haven't been accepted yet, but I had WAY too much fun writing this guy out.)

Name: Jim Frank
Height: 262 pounds
Weight: 6'6
Heel/Face: Face
Finishing move (limit = 1): A series of sloppy punches, pushing the opponent so they stagger away from him, then he rotates and lands a Roaring Elbow so vicious that he also falls to the floor, with them.
Pro: (assigned by the mods)
NXT Record (Wins - Loss - Draw - *Association W - *Association L):
Brief Gimmick Introduction (a in-character mini-promo of your character describing himself to the audience. keep it short and to the point.):
(We see a woman in a red dress, obviously a news reporter. She's managed the difficult ability of running in heels, and not smearing her makeup or hair while she does so. We catch the sound of wind against the muffled camera mic, and we see a man ahead of her, walking away from her, wearing casual, drab clothes. The only thing standing out is his worn, red sports bag. It looks like he is intentionally ignoring her, but he stops when she calls out ahead.)
Reporter: Jim! Jim Frank, don't you walk away from me! You son of a b***h, what's happened to you?!
(Slowly, Jim walks around, face shadowed by his ball cap, but his eyes look haggard, like he's been very tired, for a long time. Unshaven, he doesn't answer her.)
Reporter: Jim...Jim, what happened to you? What happened to the best damn reporter CNN ever saw? What happened to the guy who went everywhere, hurricanes, tornadoes, wars, children's hospitals, what happened to the guy who could cover the biggest events, then cover the events so small, and make them even bigger? You could have found another job after they fired you, hell, you could have made your own news network, but...first, tabloid magazines, writing crazy lies? Then you drop off the radar, for 2 years, and now...and now, you're trying to become a wrestler?!
(She reaches out, and puts a hand on his shoulder...the pain is obvious in her eyes.)
Reporter: Jim...you need to tell us what's going on. Please...
(Jim looks at her, entirely unmoved by that longwinded speech. Finally, he speaks, his voice...gravelly.)
Jim: You want answers, Rosa? I want some, too. Why'd you run?
Rosa: Wh...what? No, you can't...
Jim: Bolivia, 6 years ago. Why did you run? You saw, just like I did-
Rosa: I ran, I didn't go blabbing my mouth off, because what we saw wasn't REAL! It...it...it couldn't...Jim, I could lose my job just being here, please...please don't ask me that.
(Jim just stares at her a long while, tired and haggard...then turns and grabs the camera with both hands, a very strong grip, the cameraman can't shake free, and Rosa is screaming at Jim to stop.)
Jim: Listen, people, I was like you, once! I thought I was informed, I thought I knew about the world, but I had no idea what was really going on, and neither do any of you! 4 years ago in Bolivia, remember that little "political" uprising you heard about in the news? Anyone ever try to go down there, lately? No? That's because, there was no political uprising, people! And what was down there, is coming up here, sure as s(bleep!)t, mark my words! WE. SAW. Z-
(Jim is cut off, a steady dial tone hitting the screen. 'Please stand by', it says, 'we are experiencing technical difficulties'. After 2 minutes, it eventually cuts to commercial.)
Fin.