Post by md on Dec 1, 2007 20:55:50 GMT -5
Name: Miles Divine
Nickname(s): Mr. F.I.N.E. / "Too Fine"
Hometown: MIA, Sunny Florida
Entrance Music: Pending
Fighting Specialty: High Flyer/Technical
Finishing Maneuver: F.I.N.E (PlayMaker)
Signature Moves: FME (Finest Moonsault Ever)/FKE (Finest Kick Ever)... hell all that he does is damn fine...
Bio: Born into this topsy turvy world of professional wrestling, Miles Lebowski was destined for greatness. Son of well-renowned Polish shooter Donovan "The Dash" Lebowski, this young upstart was literally tossed into the ring as soon as he could walk. Being an only child, he was, is, and will be the Sun that lights their eyes, especially for his dad. "The Dash" always wanted a son he could teach "the business" to, and that he got.
Growing up in a home that was wrestling 24/7, Miles practically ate, slept, and lived what his dad preached, because he was the cool kid who had a famous wrestler for a dad. Not only that, he was quite the looker as a kid, mostly picked up from his mother's side of the family, and those looks came to full bloom as he grew into his teen years. He was your typical popular boy in school and the resident ladies' man on the "playground"... which both added to the swagger he picked up. He'd admit it. His sh!z don't stink and never will, 'cause he was groomed into the persona he'd trademark as his own.
The endless workouts, the long hours in their home-installed ring would pay off in the end, as he was propelled into the indy circuit. As a second generation superstar in the making, Miles' entrance into the path of stardom came with its consequences, people casting a dark cloud over him, when they knew who's his proud papa. It was hard, something about the frustration of those times past that he'd admit, but he'd earn that respect. The saying goes, "you do you and I do me"... and he had to do that to get noticed, despite that whole his dad's famous technicality. He was mostly exposed to his dad's shooting style, until he came around so many difference genres within the art of wrestling. It was through sort of lackluster performance as a shoot wrestler, that he went airborne, literally. He took to the skies, yet kept it close to home by blending the technical side that was in his blood with the lucha libre style. He wasn't the typical big man like his dad, so he had to bring some sort of unorthodoxicity to his offense. An arial approach was the way to go. Victories came his way as he switched up his style, but that was just ONE side of wrestling. There was the other side that he had to master, cutting a promo and bringing that charisma, that could draw in the crowds. Good thing that the world he was brought up in built up that ego to another level. Being a pretty boy not to mince words helped him with the ladies, and made their hubbies downright hate him. Win-win situation in his books and the rest is history.
He has the personality, the looks, the genes, and the TALENT to make it big. Where's he bringing his FINE-ness to a television near you? Leaving sunny Florida for Chi-town, where superstars in the making are rushing to make something of themselves, actually make that dream into a reality. Only thing they don't get is that to be there, you gotta breathe and live it while on your way. Example of a certifiable superstar? Miles Divine. Period.
Nickname(s): Mr. F.I.N.E. / "Too Fine"
Hometown: MIA, Sunny Florida
Entrance Music: Pending
Fighting Specialty: High Flyer/Technical
Finishing Maneuver: F.I.N.E (PlayMaker)
Signature Moves: FME (Finest Moonsault Ever)/FKE (Finest Kick Ever)... hell all that he does is damn fine...
Bio: Born into this topsy turvy world of professional wrestling, Miles Lebowski was destined for greatness. Son of well-renowned Polish shooter Donovan "The Dash" Lebowski, this young upstart was literally tossed into the ring as soon as he could walk. Being an only child, he was, is, and will be the Sun that lights their eyes, especially for his dad. "The Dash" always wanted a son he could teach "the business" to, and that he got.
Growing up in a home that was wrestling 24/7, Miles practically ate, slept, and lived what his dad preached, because he was the cool kid who had a famous wrestler for a dad. Not only that, he was quite the looker as a kid, mostly picked up from his mother's side of the family, and those looks came to full bloom as he grew into his teen years. He was your typical popular boy in school and the resident ladies' man on the "playground"... which both added to the swagger he picked up. He'd admit it. His sh!z don't stink and never will, 'cause he was groomed into the persona he'd trademark as his own.
The endless workouts, the long hours in their home-installed ring would pay off in the end, as he was propelled into the indy circuit. As a second generation superstar in the making, Miles' entrance into the path of stardom came with its consequences, people casting a dark cloud over him, when they knew who's his proud papa. It was hard, something about the frustration of those times past that he'd admit, but he'd earn that respect. The saying goes, "you do you and I do me"... and he had to do that to get noticed, despite that whole his dad's famous technicality. He was mostly exposed to his dad's shooting style, until he came around so many difference genres within the art of wrestling. It was through sort of lackluster performance as a shoot wrestler, that he went airborne, literally. He took to the skies, yet kept it close to home by blending the technical side that was in his blood with the lucha libre style. He wasn't the typical big man like his dad, so he had to bring some sort of unorthodoxicity to his offense. An arial approach was the way to go. Victories came his way as he switched up his style, but that was just ONE side of wrestling. There was the other side that he had to master, cutting a promo and bringing that charisma, that could draw in the crowds. Good thing that the world he was brought up in built up that ego to another level. Being a pretty boy not to mince words helped him with the ladies, and made their hubbies downright hate him. Win-win situation in his books and the rest is history.
He has the personality, the looks, the genes, and the TALENT to make it big. Where's he bringing his FINE-ness to a television near you? Leaving sunny Florida for Chi-town, where superstars in the making are rushing to make something of themselves, actually make that dream into a reality. Only thing they don't get is that to be there, you gotta breathe and live it while on your way. Example of a certifiable superstar? Miles Divine. Period.