Mr. STF (Manager to Southern Comfort) Sept 17, 2021 9:29:19 GMT -5
Post by southerncomfort on Sept 17, 2021 9:29:19 GMT -5
BIRTH NAME: Stanislaus Theodore Fitzgerald
PERFORMER NAME: Mr. STF
PICBASE: Joe Bob Briggs
POSITION: Manager to Southern Comfort
STRATEGY: If he has to get his hands dirty at all, he always keeps a taped up chunk of cold rolled steel fashioned specifically to fit seamlessly in the palm of a wrestlers hand with the tip protruding between their fingers so they can strike quickly, ditch the offending object even quicker and get the job done. Otherwise, he will always prefer to rely on his jaw jacking and ringside presence to generate moral than outright cheating.
ENTRANCE MUSIC: Man of Constant Sorrow - Ralph Stanley Version link
The speakers are immediately assaulted by the crooning, powerful vocalizations of Ralph Stanley. Mr. STF saunters on down to the ring with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He tips his hat to the left and the right, soaking in whatever reaction the audience wishes to give him for this particular moment. Most could imagine hate, but there is a small amount of reverence among the older generations capable of remembering his runs in the old days of wrestling in northern California. He doesn't waste much time on pomp and circumstance, simply entering the ring, grabbing a microphone and preparing whatever statement he wishes to impart alone.
Mr. STF was a big regional superstar from the 70's, 80's and early 90's of efedding. Pre-Internet days. Most of his influence derived from touring Memphis, Georgia, Texas and New Orleans. With brief runs in Northern California/Oregon territory when the mood struck him. Despite the moniker, he wasn't the greatest technical wrestler compared to the wrestling savants of the Carolinas and Minneapolis. But when brought up against the rough and tumble Rasslin' styles of his main territories, his dreaded STF lock may as well have been inescapable. He holds a quiet Theodore Roosevelt style of "speak softly and carry a big stick" aura of charisma around him. He's a very matter of fact Ole Anderson boomer type with no patience for whiners, who screwed who, this or that is unfair kind of dilemmas. If you've got an issue, you settle it in the ring like men. Or er, women, if that be the case.