Personal InfoYour name: Terrell Burt
Your AIM S/N: ThaTruCommissary
Your e-mail:
terrell.burt17@gmail.comSuperstar InfoFull Name: Terrence Burt
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 235 lbs
Hometown: Orlando, FL
Entrance Music: "I'm A Boss Remix" by Meek Mill ft. T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled
Entrance: The house lights fade to black as two sets of squad car lights pierce the darkness. The sound of a police siren and a few gun shots fill the air. "I'm A Boss Remix" by Meek Mill ft. T.I., Swizz Beatz, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled begins to boom through the PA while smoke fills the entryway. T-Money appears as a silhouette in the midst of it. From the stage, six shots of pyro are shot out above the crowd. T-Money steps through the smoke to a vast amount of cheers and boos and heads down the ramp. Bare chested and clad in jeans and Timberland boots, he slowly strolls to the ring. T-Money climbs the ring steps and stops for a moment to pose for the crowd. T-Money turns back to the ring, climbs through the ropes, and poses once again. His theme music fades out.
Wrestling Attire: Jeans and Timberland boots
Pic Base: Tupac Shakur
Background Information: Terrence Burt was born in Orlando, Florida to Carolyn Burt, a single mother. He grew up in the western part of Orlando on Mercy Drive off of Brinell Avenue. T-Money has described his childhood as "empty". He has made innumerable references in his wrestling promos and vignettes to his previous occupation as a cocaine dealer, although he rarely provides exact details of his childhood in interviews, besides the fact that he was raised by a single mother and that he excelled academically in grade school.
After being kicked off of his high school football team as a result of an altercation with a teammate, and ultimately being expelled, Carolyn pleaded with her son, whom she had recently kicked out because of constant disputes, to go to boot camp. By him being only a minor at the time, there was still hope for him to get his life on track before facing serious time in a federal prison. She said that he needed to learn true discipline, something that he greatly lacked at the time.
Upon his release from boot camp shortly after his eighteenth birthday, T-Money reluctantly signed up to become a member at Carolyn’s friend, James’ gym, which he had operated from the inside of his home garage. Beginning with basic boxing training, T-Money was a fast learner, so he quickly advanced and moved on to learn a few wrestling techniques. It was around this time that T-Money began spending every waking moment of free time he had at James' gym rather than getting into trouble with his friends in the streets.
In November of 1997, James had taken T-Money and two of his other students down to Miami for an annual regional amateur wrestling tournament. Surprisingly, T-Money ended up placing second out of twenty competitors. After the tournament was over, a wrestling promoter by the name of Mohammed Shirazi approached him and told him that he had really liked what he saw, despite T-Money’s defeat. Mohammed told T-Money that he had a lot of potential for his young age and he offered him a developmental contract with his federation, Mo’s World Wrestling Federation, on the spot. Turning down the immediate contract signing, the two exchanged contact information and stayed in touch, and when T-Money had returned to Orlando, he discussed the whole idea and the contract in its entirety with James and Carolyn. They fully supported him and by December of 1997, at the ripe age of nineteen, T-Money had signed his first professional wrestling contract.
Type: All-Rounder
Alignment: Tweener
Favorite Moves: Boston Crab, Reverse Neckbreaker, Moonsault, Facebuster, and Piledriver
Set-Up Move: Flying spinning heel kick
Finisher: Money Maker, a Reverse Cradle DDT
Provide a Sample Roleplay: *This is over four years old by the way....*
[[The scene opens to an outside shot of Tigertail Beach, which is located on Marco Island, FL. Marco Island is the largest and most northern of Florida's ten thousand islands. The scenery is remarkable as the night sky brings a sense of serenity over the horizon. Lavish high rise condominiums, the semi active Gulf waters, and only a few beach goers further compliment the extraordinary view. T.H.U.G. members, DJ and Pacman Jones, are spotted nearby lying beside two beautiful women, one Caucasian and the other Hispanic, on a beach towel. T-Money is beside them reclining on a lawn chair with a very cute Asian woman seated on his lap. They all continue to carry on with their conversation.]]Asian Woman: So T, when are you going to buy me my very own beach?
T-Money: Oh baby, that’s simple…when your last name is the same as mine.
[[DJ and Pacman Jones burst into laughter as T-Money grins and softly rubs the shoulder of the now slightly embarrassed woman.]]Asian Woman: Oh, so you’re going to play me like that? I see how it is…
T-Money: Girl, you know I’m playing with you. You can get your own beach right after I get mine. Deal?
Asian Woman: Deal…
[[Her and T-Money kiss.]]
Caucasian Woman: Awww, isn’t that sweet?
DJ: Yea, my dawg knows how to get down…pretty much cause he got his whole swag from me, hehehe.
T-Money: Haha, whatever fool…
Pacman Jones: Man, this is the life right here. I’m really liking this place T, thanks for bringing us down here with you.
T-Money: No prob man, anytime. We all needed some time to ourselves ya know?
Pacman Jones: Yea that’s true. So you talked to anybody else? Bishop, Xavier, or anybody?
DJ: Yea for real, they should’ve came. They would’ve enjoyed it.
T-Money: Nah man, them dudes ain’t trying to have no fun right now. They got a big match coming up tomorrow, so they need to focus on that, and I don’t blame them. Business is always gonna be business. But ya know something? I did find it a lil disrespectful when Bishop said that he was gonna eventually go on to become the World Champion. I have no problem with a man wanting to do better for themselves and achieve higher goals, but the only way he’ll be getting that belt is from
Thunder and Thunder definitely ain’t walking out of Washington D.C. tomorrow with my belt. There ain’t no way I’m letting him take it from me. We all family, but I’m the general and all of my soldiers gotta fall in line and know who calls the shots. I still got love for him though, that’s my dude.
DJ: What about ya brother Jason? How come he didn’t come? I ain’t seen that n*gga in a hot minute. I like that dude, he’s mad chill.
T-Money: I called him last night and earlier today, but he didn’t get back to me yet. He would’ve came, but he’s probably handling some business down in Miami right now. Let me call him up real quick.
[[T-Money asks the woman on his lap to hand him his cellular phone. She reaches over, picks up a Sidekick III lying on the beach towel beside DJ, and gives it to T-Money. He begins to dial a number.]]T-Money: ……..hey, what’s poppin lil bro?.......hold up, who???!!!!....he did what??!!......stop lying, are you serious??!!!......that n*gga’s beef is with me, not with you……but you good though right?......well that’s all that matters…….aight baby bro, be easy, I’mma hit you back in a lil bit…..raise up real quick baby.
[[T-Money drops his cell phone on the sand, gets up from the lawn chair, and begins to angrily walk in the opposite direction.]]Asian Woman: Is everything okay, baby?
Pacman Jones: Yea, what’s good man? Is everything alright?
T-Money: I’ll be fine ya’ll, just gimme a minute….
[[The camera quickly begins to follow T-Money. T-Money comes to a halt as he deeply exhales and continues to gaze over the Gulf waters.]]You know, all my life, I just wanted to make everything better for myself and for the people I love. Growing up, I never said to myself that I wanted to be a gangster. I always wanted to be a professional football player one day, but as you know, fate had other plans. I didn’t choose the life of crime I led, it chose me. When you have nobody else to turn to, what do you do? When you are an eighteen year old kid living on the streets not knowing where your next meal would come from, what do you do when you are offered the chance to make thirty to forty thousand dollars a week? Nobody in their right mind would turn that opportunity down because that’s some good paper right there. And when I started making the money I had always wanted to make, I always had food on the table for me and my lil brother Jason. You can pretty much say that I raised him because our pops was never around. He split on us when we were young. I was father, brother, and best friend to Jason.
[[T-Money turns around to face the camera.]]Now Thunder has the f*cking audacity to show up at my brother’s house and disrespect him? You obviously have no idea who you are messing with do you? You think that I’m just some knucklehead pro wrestler don’t you? It’s deeper than that Michael, much much deeper. I understand you wanting to get even for what happened with your moms and all, but don’t get my family involved in your lil outrageous temper tantrums. You settle any beef you got with me and only me. And you showed your true colors when you showed up at Jason’s house instead of mine. What are you afraid of? If you found his address so easily, why couldn’t you find mind? I just got to the beach not too long ago so I was home all day. You could’ve payed me a visit if you had a problem. My home address is 662 Sweetwater Boulevard Orlando, FL 32825, so get at me straight up if you have a problem and not my little brother.
It wasn’t even personal until your little trip to Miami. I never saw you as a threat Thunder and I still don’t. Now when I see you, or even think of you, I just feel disgusted. I feel disgusted for the simple fact that someone would stoop so low to get even with a guy over a leather strap attached to some cheap gold. Because that’s all a Championship belt is man, pieces of gold and leather. Now, don’t get me wrong I enjoy being the World Champion, but when it comes down to it, I have the heart and the mind of a true Champion. I don’t need a title belt to solidify my statement. The way I carry myself, the way I give a hundred and ten percent everytime I step into a ring, and the way I continue to do what I do despite what others say or think about me just screams the word “Champion.” And if you hadn’t realized that yet, you will by tomorrow.
I’m not holding back any of my vengeance on you. I have hate for
Jamal Carter, but not like this. I have hate for
Danny Vice, but not like this. All this hate, all this ill will that I have for Michael Knight, my mind can’t even begin to understand. I’m gonna give the whole world what they paid to see, and that’s me going one on one with you, but not because I want to please them or entertain them, but because I have a score to settle with Michael. We’re down to the wire my boy, so no more discussion will do. No more sneak attacks on family members, no more trash talking, and no more pretending. You’ve talked a real big game this past week or so, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were well prepared to go at it with me. But who are you fooling? I know you’re not the least bit prepared to go at it with me, it’s just a front. The Thunder I remember watching every Assault would never show up at a stranger’s house and confront him. The Thunder I remember was pretty much handed the World Title. The Thunder I remember is the same one who I beat senseless around every single square inch of a GWC ring and pinned twice…twice. And now all of a sudden, I’m supposed to forget about the past and honor your new tough guy image? To hell with that!
My game face is on and my mind is right for tomorrow playboy, make sure yours is the same way. Now I’m gonna go call my lil bro back and make sure he’s alright because if he ain’t, then bring your black suit tomorrow because it will be your home going service. I’ll catch ya’ll tomorrow in our nation’s capital.
[[T-Money walks off as the scene slowly fades to black.]]
