Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 19:29:23 GMT -5
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name
Phoebe Outlaw
Home Town
Homer, Alaska
Gender
Female
Age
19
Height
5'7"
Weight
129lbs
Pic Base (With picture)
Olivia Wilde
Entrance Music
"Operate, Annihilate" by Powerman 5000
Entrance
The music hits hard, and a shower of sparks explode from the entrance. Phoebe Outlaw steps onto the ramp, her face set with determination. She stalks to the ring, ignoring the catcalls and the hands of the fans. She is all business. Once inside the ring she stretches, bouncing around like a prize fighter, waiting for the match to start...
Alignment
Heel
Wrestling Style
Technical/Striker
General Moves
Hip Toss
Piledriver
Multiple Elbow Strikes
Snap Suplex
Spinning Leg Takedown
Spinning Neckbreaker
Sideswipe Powerbomb
Flying Elbow
Inverted DDT
Dragon Screw
Double Dragon Screw
Superplex
SuperDDT
Finishers
The Northern Lights Suplex (Exactly what it is)
The North Star Press (A Shooting Star Press)
The Northern Cross (The Anaconda Clutch)
Biography
Phoebe is a National Champion collegiate wrestler as well as a gold medal winner. Her work ethic is excellent. An avid outdoors woman and adventurer, she treats wrestling as one more extreme sport, one that she is more than ready to excel at.
A Sample RP.
(Autobahn. Simply, it is the German word for the highway. Phoebe Outlaw is sitting behind the wheel of a Mercedes CLK 63 AMG. Motorenbau und Entwicklungsgesellschaft. It is a rare Merc that earns the AMG badge. It is a rarer one still, to earn the title of Die Schwarz; The Black. It would be hard to imagine a more beautiful car, and the Mecklenburg sun warms the silver hood. At 75mph the car slides effortlessly forward. Rebecca Hardin sits in the passenger seat looking bored.)
Becks: So how much did this thing cost?
Feebs: You don’t wanna know.
(The Merc seems to pull at its reigns. Phoebe hovers around the 120kph/75mph speed limit.)
Becks: How much?
Feebs: 120,000 Euros.
Becks: In real money.
Feebs: 170,000 Dollars.
Becks: Jesus Christ!
(Phoebe flashes a mischievous grin.)
Feebs: I know, my Mom’s gonna kill me…
(Ahead, Phoebe sees what she has been waiting for. It is a round, white, road sign with three diagonal black lines across it. It means one thing: No restrictions on speed.)
Becks: Why would you pay that much…
(Rebecca Hardin’s voice is drowned as the AMG dumps all 507 horses and Phoebe unleashes the sinister Teutonic monster hiding under the hood. The Merc climbs past reasonable speed. Outlaw passes some douche in an M5 at 150 miles an hour.)
Becks: For God’s sake slow down!
(But Phoebe is laughing and shaking her head.)
Feebs: Not on your life!
(At speed, Phoebe downshifts with a twitch of her finger, redlining the AMG monster. With another flick she jumps back to top gear, and Die Schwarz, the Traction Control long since switched off, barks the tires at 120mph, before exploding into the middle distance…)
************************************************
(The Merc sits cooling, the engine ticking. Becks and Feebs are sitting at a roadside café, though they are not sure where. At the speeds Die Schwarz was capable off, they may well be in Austria. Or Australia. Hardin is drinking a frothy beer, while Phoebe in her driving duds, jeans and turtleneck, sips water.)
Becks: Just like a rookie to spend all that money on a car.
(Phoebe shrugs.)
Feebs: I hate flying. Actually, that’s not true; I hate waiting around.
Becks: I can tell. You and Bart the Intern are taking on Alice Killjoy, your tag-team partner and one half of the TCW Tag-Team Champions, and Bart’s partner, Machine.
Feebs: It’s a strange booking, and if I’m honest Alice and I need all the practice we can get as a team. This match will… I suppose it’s an interesting test.
Becks: Alice says she and Machine will win.
(Another shrug.)
Feebs: Not by beating me they won’t.
Becks: Are you looking forward to teaming with Bart?
(Phoebe laughs.)
Feebs: Very much. Bart’s a great worker and he’s a riot.
Becks: The internet has been going on about you and Jake Murphy and now you and Bart. Is Phoebe Outlaw dating out of the locker room?
Feebs: I don’t date wrestlers.
Becks: Never?
Feebs: Never.
Becks: Why?
(At this, Phoebe scoffs. She actually looks a little put out.)
Feebs: Why?! Look at Motown and Lady Giant. Look at Kayden Tait and BellaDonna. I mean, look at SUICIDE SID! Jesus, look at YOU! No thanks. This place is complicated enough without emotional entanglements.
(Hardin narrows her eyes.)
Becks: That’s suspiciously mature…
Feebs: I’m suspiciously intelligent. Want a ride back to Berlin?
Becks: Nein. I think I’d rather take the bus, I broke a nail on the dash board.
(Standing, Phoebe twirls the keys to her new car around her finger.)
Feebs: Don’t worry, the dash is carbon fiber, you won’t hurt it.
(Hardin speaks through clinched teeth.)
Becks: I wasn’t worried about the dash.
(But Phoebe has crossed the parking lot. Already some krauts are noticing the car, (they are, after all, Germans) and then Phoebe herself. They all start snapping pictures with their hand-held’s. Phoebe slides her stupidly expensive, large, and fashionable Bulgari sunglasses on, the flashes reflected in her lenses. She climbs into the cockpit of the AMG and fires it up. Within seconds she is a quickly shrinking silver dot, heading north towards Berlin, the howling of Die Schwarz enough to cower Satan himself. Hardin takes out her phone to call a TCW van to pick up her and her stranded camera crew…)
(End)
Wrestlers Name
Phoebe Outlaw
Home Town
Homer, Alaska
Gender
Female
Age
19
Height
5'7"
Weight
129lbs
Pic Base (With picture)
Olivia Wilde
Entrance Music
"Operate, Annihilate" by Powerman 5000
Entrance
The music hits hard, and a shower of sparks explode from the entrance. Phoebe Outlaw steps onto the ramp, her face set with determination. She stalks to the ring, ignoring the catcalls and the hands of the fans. She is all business. Once inside the ring she stretches, bouncing around like a prize fighter, waiting for the match to start...
Alignment
Heel
Wrestling Style
Technical/Striker
General Moves
Hip Toss
Piledriver
Multiple Elbow Strikes
Snap Suplex
Spinning Leg Takedown
Spinning Neckbreaker
Sideswipe Powerbomb
Flying Elbow
Inverted DDT
Dragon Screw
Double Dragon Screw
Superplex
SuperDDT
Finishers
The Northern Lights Suplex (Exactly what it is)
The North Star Press (A Shooting Star Press)
The Northern Cross (The Anaconda Clutch)
Biography
Phoebe is a National Champion collegiate wrestler as well as a gold medal winner. Her work ethic is excellent. An avid outdoors woman and adventurer, she treats wrestling as one more extreme sport, one that she is more than ready to excel at.
A Sample RP.
(Autobahn. Simply, it is the German word for the highway. Phoebe Outlaw is sitting behind the wheel of a Mercedes CLK 63 AMG. Motorenbau und Entwicklungsgesellschaft. It is a rare Merc that earns the AMG badge. It is a rarer one still, to earn the title of Die Schwarz; The Black. It would be hard to imagine a more beautiful car, and the Mecklenburg sun warms the silver hood. At 75mph the car slides effortlessly forward. Rebecca Hardin sits in the passenger seat looking bored.)
Becks: So how much did this thing cost?
Feebs: You don’t wanna know.
(The Merc seems to pull at its reigns. Phoebe hovers around the 120kph/75mph speed limit.)
Becks: How much?
Feebs: 120,000 Euros.
Becks: In real money.
Feebs: 170,000 Dollars.
Becks: Jesus Christ!
(Phoebe flashes a mischievous grin.)
Feebs: I know, my Mom’s gonna kill me…
(Ahead, Phoebe sees what she has been waiting for. It is a round, white, road sign with three diagonal black lines across it. It means one thing: No restrictions on speed.)
Becks: Why would you pay that much…
(Rebecca Hardin’s voice is drowned as the AMG dumps all 507 horses and Phoebe unleashes the sinister Teutonic monster hiding under the hood. The Merc climbs past reasonable speed. Outlaw passes some douche in an M5 at 150 miles an hour.)
Becks: For God’s sake slow down!
(But Phoebe is laughing and shaking her head.)
Feebs: Not on your life!
(At speed, Phoebe downshifts with a twitch of her finger, redlining the AMG monster. With another flick she jumps back to top gear, and Die Schwarz, the Traction Control long since switched off, barks the tires at 120mph, before exploding into the middle distance…)
************************************************
(The Merc sits cooling, the engine ticking. Becks and Feebs are sitting at a roadside café, though they are not sure where. At the speeds Die Schwarz was capable off, they may well be in Austria. Or Australia. Hardin is drinking a frothy beer, while Phoebe in her driving duds, jeans and turtleneck, sips water.)
Becks: Just like a rookie to spend all that money on a car.
(Phoebe shrugs.)
Feebs: I hate flying. Actually, that’s not true; I hate waiting around.
Becks: I can tell. You and Bart the Intern are taking on Alice Killjoy, your tag-team partner and one half of the TCW Tag-Team Champions, and Bart’s partner, Machine.
Feebs: It’s a strange booking, and if I’m honest Alice and I need all the practice we can get as a team. This match will… I suppose it’s an interesting test.
Becks: Alice says she and Machine will win.
(Another shrug.)
Feebs: Not by beating me they won’t.
Becks: Are you looking forward to teaming with Bart?
(Phoebe laughs.)
Feebs: Very much. Bart’s a great worker and he’s a riot.
Becks: The internet has been going on about you and Jake Murphy and now you and Bart. Is Phoebe Outlaw dating out of the locker room?
Feebs: I don’t date wrestlers.
Becks: Never?
Feebs: Never.
Becks: Why?
(At this, Phoebe scoffs. She actually looks a little put out.)
Feebs: Why?! Look at Motown and Lady Giant. Look at Kayden Tait and BellaDonna. I mean, look at SUICIDE SID! Jesus, look at YOU! No thanks. This place is complicated enough without emotional entanglements.
(Hardin narrows her eyes.)
Becks: That’s suspiciously mature…
Feebs: I’m suspiciously intelligent. Want a ride back to Berlin?
Becks: Nein. I think I’d rather take the bus, I broke a nail on the dash board.
(Standing, Phoebe twirls the keys to her new car around her finger.)
Feebs: Don’t worry, the dash is carbon fiber, you won’t hurt it.
(Hardin speaks through clinched teeth.)
Becks: I wasn’t worried about the dash.
(But Phoebe has crossed the parking lot. Already some krauts are noticing the car, (they are, after all, Germans) and then Phoebe herself. They all start snapping pictures with their hand-held’s. Phoebe slides her stupidly expensive, large, and fashionable Bulgari sunglasses on, the flashes reflected in her lenses. She climbs into the cockpit of the AMG and fires it up. Within seconds she is a quickly shrinking silver dot, heading north towards Berlin, the howling of Die Schwarz enough to cower Satan himself. Hardin takes out her phone to call a TCW van to pick up her and her stranded camera crew…)
(End)
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