Post by Mindy Alexandrov on Jun 4, 2012 4:30:57 GMT -5
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Experience: 2 years?
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Mindy Alexandrov
Wrestler's Nickname: The Red Army Rebel
Billed From: Novosibirsk, Russia
Manager/Valet: Mindy's Father - Andrei Alexandrov (Vin Diesel)
Age: 22
Weight: 125 lb
Height: 5'8"
Heel/Face Status: Heel
Theme Music:
i think its by jim johnston...??
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Mindy may seem and look like a bad-ass, due to how her father raised her, but still has her girlish side.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
Britani Knight
Physical Description: Like Britani Knight, but a little more noticeably ripped. Juuust a teensy bit!
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Is a jeans type of girl, and her shirts consist of mainly death metal bands.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Wears traditional wrestling underwear, with "ALEXANDROV" in Old-English style on the front, in the middle just under the edge of the trunks, and the Red Star with the Hammer and Sickle in the middle on her butt.
Personality: Quiet, yet cocky. She'd rather show you what she cand do, and although she may seem like a cold, ruthless person, she will definiteley rub it in like a snob... A weight-lifting-yet-somewhat-girlish-cyborg snob... lol!
Brief Bio: From the moment she was born, Mindy broke a long-lived tradition. Her entire family consisted and revolved around wrestling. Every male in the Alexandrov family was a professional wrestler, from performing in carnivals in the early years, to what it went through and has become today. And every child was born a male, keeping the tradition of being a family that made wrestling their life. Until Mindy was born. It sent shockwaves through the family, and many thought the tradition was over, due to having the first ever female born in the Alexandrov family. But that didn't stop her father. Her father didn't let gender hold tradition back, and trained Mindy from a young age in the same method every male in the family specialized in: Sambo. Now 22, Mindy has a nearly undefeated record in her hometown, and those losses were due to disqualifications. Although seemingly like a cold, ruthless, brute in the ring, Mindy was still a girl, a 22 year old girl, so with American culture spreading, she was pretty urban. Now, to show the whole world what the Alexandrovs are capable of, Mindy and her father have moved to the United States, where he made sure Mindy, after learning her share of professional wrestling moves, would be performing under the largest name in professional wrestling, Premium Championship Wrestling...
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Powerhouse (in "Diva" terms lol)
Entrance: Mindy's theme hits, and right away making her prescence known, she appears at the top of the entrance stage and stands there for a bit, a cocky smirk already on her chiseled face. Her descent down the ramp is a slow walk, turning her nose up and looking down at those looking at her. Near the bottom of the ramp, she is seen purposely flexing her arms as she walks to and up the steel steps.
Finishing Moves:
* Hammer and Sickle (Swinging Reverse STO to a Cross Armbar)
* Matryoshka Doll (Standing Surfboard followed into a Double-Footed Head Stomp)
Signature Moves:
* The Kremlin (Corner Boston Crab, with the opponent's chest on the mat, and Mindy's feet on the second ropes for leverage)
* Tsar's Degree (Swinging Leg Hook Belly-to-Back Suplex)
* Red Star (Triangular Armlock)
Basic Moveset:
* Taaka Hangover (Figure-Four Toe Hold)
* Delayed Suplex
* Leg-Sweep Takedown
* Superplex
* Running Senton
* Diving Foot Stamp
* Corner Dropkick to an opponent on the Tree of Woe, using their knees as leverage
* Headlock Takeover
* Running Big Boot to a cornered opponent
* Squeezing downed opponent's cheeks and insulting them
Sample RP (Required):
Experience: 2 years?
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Mindy Alexandrov
Wrestler's Nickname: The Red Army Rebel
Billed From: Novosibirsk, Russia
Manager/Valet: Mindy's Father - Andrei Alexandrov (Vin Diesel)
Age: 22
Weight: 125 lb
Height: 5'8"
Heel/Face Status: Heel
Theme Music:
i think its by jim johnston...??
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): Mindy may seem and look like a bad-ass, due to how her father raised her, but still has her girlish side.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name):
Britani Knight
Physical Description: Like Britani Knight, but a little more noticeably ripped. Juuust a teensy bit!
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Is a jeans type of girl, and her shirts consist of mainly death metal bands.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Wears traditional wrestling underwear, with "ALEXANDROV" in Old-English style on the front, in the middle just under the edge of the trunks, and the Red Star with the Hammer and Sickle in the middle on her butt.
Personality: Quiet, yet cocky. She'd rather show you what she cand do, and although she may seem like a cold, ruthless person, she will definiteley rub it in like a snob... A weight-lifting-yet-somewhat-girlish-cyborg snob... lol!
Brief Bio: From the moment she was born, Mindy broke a long-lived tradition. Her entire family consisted and revolved around wrestling. Every male in the Alexandrov family was a professional wrestler, from performing in carnivals in the early years, to what it went through and has become today. And every child was born a male, keeping the tradition of being a family that made wrestling their life. Until Mindy was born. It sent shockwaves through the family, and many thought the tradition was over, due to having the first ever female born in the Alexandrov family. But that didn't stop her father. Her father didn't let gender hold tradition back, and trained Mindy from a young age in the same method every male in the family specialized in: Sambo. Now 22, Mindy has a nearly undefeated record in her hometown, and those losses were due to disqualifications. Although seemingly like a cold, ruthless, brute in the ring, Mindy was still a girl, a 22 year old girl, so with American culture spreading, she was pretty urban. Now, to show the whole world what the Alexandrovs are capable of, Mindy and her father have moved to the United States, where he made sure Mindy, after learning her share of professional wrestling moves, would be performing under the largest name in professional wrestling, Premium Championship Wrestling...
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Powerhouse (in "Diva" terms lol)
Entrance: Mindy's theme hits, and right away making her prescence known, she appears at the top of the entrance stage and stands there for a bit, a cocky smirk already on her chiseled face. Her descent down the ramp is a slow walk, turning her nose up and looking down at those looking at her. Near the bottom of the ramp, she is seen purposely flexing her arms as she walks to and up the steel steps.
Finishing Moves:
* Hammer and Sickle (Swinging Reverse STO to a Cross Armbar)
* Matryoshka Doll (Standing Surfboard followed into a Double-Footed Head Stomp)
Signature Moves:
* The Kremlin (Corner Boston Crab, with the opponent's chest on the mat, and Mindy's feet on the second ropes for leverage)
* Tsar's Degree (Swinging Leg Hook Belly-to-Back Suplex)
* Red Star (Triangular Armlock)
Basic Moveset:
* Taaka Hangover (Figure-Four Toe Hold)
* Delayed Suplex
* Leg-Sweep Takedown
* Superplex
* Running Senton
* Diving Foot Stamp
* Corner Dropkick to an opponent on the Tree of Woe, using their knees as leverage
* Headlock Takeover
* Running Big Boot to a cornered opponent
* Squeezing downed opponent's cheeks and insulting them
Sample RP (Required):
She had no idea why she did this. It didn't seem right at all. He pushed her to her limit at such a young age. He made sure that the majority of her days consisted of working out until she could no more. She would ask him why he did this, but he just kept reassuring her, it was for the best. He let her live her life, gain her own interests and whatnot, but she had to be at her fittest, and he completely made sure of that.
Everyday was something new. One day could be nothing but sit-ups. Pull-ups the next. Today it was push-ups. And this usually went on from crack of dawn to little-over afternoon. It seemed brutal for such a child, but for some unexplained reason to her, she had a high stamina.
"Do you vant eet!?"
*pant*... *pant*...
"Hmm!? Eet does not SOUND like you vant eet."
"Eet ees like thees every day. No stop, no rest. Until I dropped or he felt eet vas enough..."
We are shown a typical Russian home and in front of it was a buff man, he looked well-built. He stood with crossed arms and looked at the floor with cold somewhat-lifeless eyes. On the ground was a black haired little girl, about 11 years old. She was doing push-ups, and her no-longer pale face was now a pinkish hue. God knows how long she had been doing them, she found no point in keeping track at all. Her eyes clenched tight, she forced herself up of the ground, still in push-up position. Holding herself up, she is noticeably trembling, but she has to hold it. He made sure of it. Whenever she was made to hold it, she counted down the seconds until he told her it was ok to go down. It was ALL she could do in that state, wait and plead inside her head that he would make the hold last at its very shortest.
"Hold eet..."
...Please... Please, hurry up...
"Hold EET."
...I... I-I can't... *pant*
"...Down."
The little girl, still trembling, lowered herself down. Again, he told her to hold it, and that's when he would say "up." The little girl had all kinds of beads of sweat coming down her face. Her shirt was soaked and she would have killed anyone just to soak her head about now. But she knew better. She knew she would get it soon, but now was not the time to be fantasizing about that. He made sure of it.
"Up," he says. The little girl struggles, but from the bulging muscle on her tiny arms, you could tell she was used to it. Nearly letting out a gasp, she reaches her propped up position and holds it, again, until he simply says "...Down." The little girl inhales, holds it in, and lowers herself down. Again, she holds it until it's time to go back up. She props herself up, waiting for him to say "down," but he doesn't.
"...Ok. Vee are done."
The little girl exhales and just lets her arms go limp, allowing herself to just slam onto the ground. She is panting heavily, wiping the sweat off her brow, and just relaxing on the ground, suffering to catch her breath. It was a tough life, but it kept her busy, so she didn't complain at all. As her breath slowly returns, she hears a clunk. Slowly opening her eyes, she groggily sits up and looks at what it was. Set on an old small table was was a tall glass of water and a bowl of some stew. Her stomach instantly growled and she ran to it. She chugs the water and savors the stew's flavor.
It was like this pretty much since she could walk and talk. It confused her at first, none of the other girls were treated in such a way. She hated it at first. She didn't understand it at all, so she wanted nothing to do with it. All of that changed over time, and now it was her life. She may not know why she is doing this, the answer is still a little unclear, but at such a young age, she's grown to understand that it's for her best. And he made sure of that.
Everyday was something new. One day could be nothing but sit-ups. Pull-ups the next. Today it was push-ups. And this usually went on from crack of dawn to little-over afternoon. It seemed brutal for such a child, but for some unexplained reason to her, she had a high stamina.
"Do you vant eet!?"
*pant*... *pant*...
"Hmm!? Eet does not SOUND like you vant eet."
"Eet ees like thees every day. No stop, no rest. Until I dropped or he felt eet vas enough..."
We are shown a typical Russian home and in front of it was a buff man, he looked well-built. He stood with crossed arms and looked at the floor with cold somewhat-lifeless eyes. On the ground was a black haired little girl, about 11 years old. She was doing push-ups, and her no-longer pale face was now a pinkish hue. God knows how long she had been doing them, she found no point in keeping track at all. Her eyes clenched tight, she forced herself up of the ground, still in push-up position. Holding herself up, she is noticeably trembling, but she has to hold it. He made sure of it. Whenever she was made to hold it, she counted down the seconds until he told her it was ok to go down. It was ALL she could do in that state, wait and plead inside her head that he would make the hold last at its very shortest.
"Hold eet..."
...Please... Please, hurry up...
"Hold EET."
...I... I-I can't... *pant*
"...Down."
The little girl, still trembling, lowered herself down. Again, he told her to hold it, and that's when he would say "up." The little girl had all kinds of beads of sweat coming down her face. Her shirt was soaked and she would have killed anyone just to soak her head about now. But she knew better. She knew she would get it soon, but now was not the time to be fantasizing about that. He made sure of it.
"Up," he says. The little girl struggles, but from the bulging muscle on her tiny arms, you could tell she was used to it. Nearly letting out a gasp, she reaches her propped up position and holds it, again, until he simply says "...Down." The little girl inhales, holds it in, and lowers herself down. Again, she holds it until it's time to go back up. She props herself up, waiting for him to say "down," but he doesn't.
"...Ok. Vee are done."
The little girl exhales and just lets her arms go limp, allowing herself to just slam onto the ground. She is panting heavily, wiping the sweat off her brow, and just relaxing on the ground, suffering to catch her breath. It was a tough life, but it kept her busy, so she didn't complain at all. As her breath slowly returns, she hears a clunk. Slowly opening her eyes, she groggily sits up and looks at what it was. Set on an old small table was was a tall glass of water and a bowl of some stew. Her stomach instantly growled and she ran to it. She chugs the water and savors the stew's flavor.
It was like this pretty much since she could walk and talk. It confused her at first, none of the other girls were treated in such a way. She hated it at first. She didn't understand it at all, so she wanted nothing to do with it. All of that changed over time, and now it was her life. She may not know why she is doing this, the answer is still a little unclear, but at such a young age, she's grown to understand that it's for her best. And he made sure of that.
