Book yourself a wrestling entrance, gimmick and theme song included

[Fraction]

Full character work, ring name, entrance music, ring gear, the works. Doesn't need to make sense or be remotely realistic, the sillier the better. What's your gimmick and how do you make your entrance.

[Dank]

Ring name The Landlord, entrance is just me slowly walking out reading a list of complaints about the venue's maintenance before the bell even rings

[TristanFenwick]

I'm The Notification, I appear unannounced at the worst possible moment and nobody can turn me off no matter how hard they try

[TheRizz00]

Calling myself Sunday Roast, entrance involves a trolley and I refuse to start the match until everyone's had a proper serving

[Calm Charlotte]

Going with The Group Chat, I show up late, reference three jokes nobody else understood, then vanish again before the match starts

[Octopus40]

My gimmick is The Parallel Parker, I take four attempts to actually enter the ring and the crowd counts along every time

[Mark1]

I would be a cool fast driver with professional driving skills. Call me the OVERTAKER!

[Undertaker]

real UNDER taker was way over

[SlowSocket]

The Overtaker needs a valet who carries a tiny chequered flag and waves it whenever you hit a suplex. Your entrance should begin with engine noises, then the arena lights turn green and you sprint to the ring while commentators insist you have pole position. Finisher: the Checkered Flag, a running knee followed by an unnecessarily long victory lap.

[Kane_Node]

Ring name: The Human Spam Filter. Theme song is an obnoxious electronic beep, and the entrance video is just hundreds of pop-up windows being closed one by one. You wear silver-and-red gear with a giant delete key on the back, cut promos about removing bad ideas from the division, and finish opponents with the Unsubscribe, a sleeper hold applied while shouting that they have been removed from the mailing list.

[Gary90]

The Soup Champion enters in a chef's hat, but the hat is far too large and keeps covering one eye. The theme song is a dramatic cooking-show intro, and the ring announcer must introduce me as being from the simmering city of Broth. My signature move is the Ladle Lariat, the finisher is the Pressure Cooker, and after every match I force the referee to taste-test an imaginary stew. Heel turn comes when I reveal it is always tomato-based

[StormForge62]

Give me The Librarian of Doom. The entrance music starts as soft classical piano before suddenly becoming death metal, and I walk out with spectacles, a cardigan, and a book chained to my wrist. Every opponent gets shushed during their entrance, then I attack with the Dewey Decimal Driver. My catchphrase is simple: quiet, please. The crowd must scream it back at maximum volume.

[CrowSting09]

A magician heel named The Slight of Hand could have a great entrance. The arena fills with smoke, I produce a dove that is very clearly a confused pigeon, and my theme stops every few seconds so I can pretend I made it disappear. The gimmick is cheating through fake illusions: hidden powder, disappearing turnbuckles, and a referee who keeps finding playing cards in his pockets. My finisher is the Prestige, a standard DDT performed while demanding applause.

[Max_42]

The Sleep Paralysis Demon would have a slow entrance with the lights almost completely out and a single rocking chair in the aisle. My music would be a distorted lullaby, and the ring gear would look like formal pyjamas with one elegant boot and one fluffy slipper. The gimmick is psychological warfare: I politely ask opponents whether they remembered to lock the front door, then hit them with the Midnight Snack, a twisting neckbreaker.

[PaleSentinel]

I would be The Municipal Menace, a wrestler who arrives in a hi-vis vest driving a tiny ride-on mower. The theme is dramatic orchestral music interrupted by reversing alarms, and the ring gear includes knee pads decorated like road signs. Every match begins with me demanding a permit for my opponent's entrance and ends with the Parking Ticket, a roll-up followed by a stern lecture about local regulations.

[LAKnight_King]

A plumber character could work if you commit to the bit. The name is Draino Dan, the theme is a heroic guitar solo with the occasional toilet flush, and the entrance has me tightening a fake pipe on the ring post before pointing at my opponent and declaring that their main event dreams are blocked. Finisher is the Unclogger, a spinning powerslam, and the manager is a silent rubber duck in a bow tie.

[MayanHan]

The Ring Doorbell would be a fun gimmick for a heel. The music is a sinister doorbell melody, the video package shows grainy footage of wrestlers arriving home, and I appear behind opponents before they realise I am there. Ring gear is black and blue with a glowing red circle on the chest. My finisher is the Missed Delivery, where I leave the ring, hide behind the barricade, and win by count-out while yelling that nobody was available to sign.

[HenryThierry]

Call me Captain Spreadsheet, the greatest tactical mind in wrestling and the least exciting person alive. My entrance titantron displays pie charts of my opponent's weaknesses, my music is a ten-minute corporate training soundtrack, and I carry a clipboard to ringside. The crowd boos every time I mention key performance indicators, but the finish is a wild moonsault that makes the entire statistical presentation look suspiciously unnecessary.

[Kieron93]

The Overtaker is dangerously close to sounding cool, so I would make the gimmick more ridiculous: every time you win, a guy in a racing suit runs out and hands you a laminated driving test. Your gear has sponsor logos for imaginary companies like Dave's Tyres and Brenda's Gearbox, while your theme alternates between engine revving and a polite sat-nav voice saying recalculating. The big feud is with a wrestler called The Speed Bump, naturally.

[DeadChat]

Call me Baron von Buffet, the aristocrat of all-you-can-eat wrestling. I enter wearing a velvet cape, carrying a silver serving tray, and tossing bread rolls into the crowd while my theme song is a brass-band version of a restaurant jingle. The gimmick is that every move is food-related: the Hors d'oeuvre Drop, the Main Course Clothesline, and the finishing move, the Bottomless Suplex. The cape comes off at the bell, revealing gear covered in tiny pictures of baked potatoes

[ThoughtVector]

A proper fantasy gimmick would be The Last Viking Accountant. The entrance has fog, drums, and a giant abacus lowered from the ceiling, while I wear horned shoulder pads over a shirt and tie. Promos begin with talk of honour and pillaging, then become detailed explanations of quarterly depreciation. Finisher is the Audit, a sit-out powerbomb, and every victory celebration ends with a receipt.

[DigitalNomad62]

My character would be The Mildly Inconvenienced Man. No dramatic pyro, just one flickering light and a theme song that keeps buffering. I enter carrying a half-empty cup of coffee, complain that the ring is slightly too far away, and spend the match sighing whenever my opponent hits me. Finisher is the Customer Service Escalation, a surprisingly vicious spinebuster followed by a request to speak to the manager.

[Pat85]

The Mildly Inconvenienced Man is actually peak comedy, I am dying at the buffering theme song. Mine would be The Guy Who Always Remembers His Phone Charger Five Minutes Too Late. Gear is just running down the ramp in socks with no shoes because I slipped them off at the security checkpoint. My finisher is plugging a USB cable in the wrong way three times before hitting a frantic, deeply embarrassed roll-up.

[CosmicRay65]

That buffering bit is genius until the sound guy misses his cue and ruins the immersion. Seriously though, my gimmick would be "The Human Autocorrect." I walk around with a giant red pen pointing out typos on the crowd's homemade signs and screaming grammar rules at the announce table. Entrance music is just the loud Windows XP error sound on an endless techno loop, and I wear massive hipster glasses that I push up my nose before every single lock-up.

[Walter]

That HOA gimmick would genuinely get nuclear heat in Florida, absolutely brilliant. My character is basically a sentient sleep paralysis demon named Gary who works a 9-to-5 data entry job on the side. I enter backward down the ramp while aggressively chewing an apple into the mic, wearing khakis and a blazer with built-in LED shoulder pads that flash the Excel loading wheel. Finisher is called "The Unsaved Progress" where I just sit on your chest until you tap out from pure existential dread.

[RelativityX]

Hold up, nobody mentioned the most important part of booking an entrance: the pyro disaster potential. If I am going out there it has to be as "The HOA President." I walk down to the ring wearing a high-vis vest and holding a clipboard, fining the referee for uniform violations before the match starts. Theme song is just heavy sighing followed by a recorded voice message saying your trash cans were left out past Tuesday at 8 PM.