Post by mikers on Jun 4, 2012 0:06:27 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Name: Mike
Experience: About seven years in e-wrestling. Has rp'd as Wayne McGurk and Vanessa "Phoenix" McGurk at WFWF and GWC.
E-Mail Address: radiofreepop@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: bratdude88@hotmail.com
AOL Instant Messenger: emikerslitton
Yahoo Messenger: none
Other Messenger: none
Where did you find us?: e-wrestling wiki
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Scarlett Quinn
Wrestler's Nickname: None
Billed From: Montreal, AZ
Manager/Valet: None
Age: 19
Weight: 120lbs
Height: 5'4"
Heel/Face Status: Tweener
Theme Music: "Violet"- Hole
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): The one girl-wrestling crew.
Pic Base: Portia Perez
Physical Description: Short, petite. Neck-length brown hair, sometimes pigtailed.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Pretty basic: black baby-doll t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): A black halter top with black Michinoku-style tights. Black sneakers.
Personality: Brash, judgmental, and sarcastic. Scarlett has a pretty good sense of humor and a strong sense of self. She tends to be a bit of a loner, wandering off on her own in most times. Rarely trusts people but will group herself with people she considers close.
Brief Bio: The daughter of veterans, Wayne and Vanessa McGurk. Scarlett grew up around wrestling and has shown a knack of the sport since a young age.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):
Scarlett takes full advantage of her size, by using speed and agility to maneuver her way around the ring. That said, she shows signs of ring presence and psychology, using every part of the ring as a way of help her in the match.
Her offense consists of solid technical wrestling, high flying antics, and legitimate brawling.
Entrance:
The arena lights fall as the opening chords to Hole's "Violet" surround the arena. Strobe lights of red and violet cover the ring as smoke begins to surround the entrance way.
The moment Courtney Love's voice breaks, Scarlett comes walking through the entrance curtain with her arms stretched. She pauses for a moment, bathing herself in haze of red and violet.
Blinks of white light sprinkle around the arena as Scarlett makes the walk down to the ring.
Grabbing the bottom rope, Scarlett slingshots herself into the ring, swooping right between the bottom and middle rope.
Scarlett rises to her feet and extends her arms as the lights fade back.
Finishing Moves:
The McGurk Lock: Formerly known as the Razorback, the move was created by Scarlett's father, Wayne.
Following a reverse ddt that ends in a back breaker, Scarlett locks her opponent into a modified dragon sleeper as she fires vicious elbow shots across the chest and ribs of her opponent until a knock out or a tap out.
Drive-By Kiss: Running flying superkick
Signature Moves:
Springboard Dropkick (Inside and Outside ring)
Running Superkick
Real A Lie: Powerbomb ending with an elbow to the crotch; Nova's Sledge-O-Matic
Shining Innocence: Shining Wizard Axe-Kick to Hurricanrana
Flying Clothesline (from top rope and springboard)
Flying Moonsault (from top rope and springboard)
Curb-Stomp
Basic Moveset:
Fisherman Suplex
Tornado DDT
Rolling Snap Suplex
Shoot Kicks (From any position)
Running Bulldog
Scoop Slam
Sunset Flip Drop
Boxing Combination Punches
Running Uppercut
Rolling Elevated Snapmare
Stunner
Inverted Headlock Backbreaker
Gut Kick
Clothesline
Frankensteiner (From any position)
Running Leg Drop (ala X-Pac)
Sample RP (Required):
Your Name: Mike
Experience: About seven years in e-wrestling. Has rp'd as Wayne McGurk and Vanessa "Phoenix" McGurk at WFWF and GWC.
E-Mail Address: radiofreepop@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: bratdude88@hotmail.com
AOL Instant Messenger: emikerslitton
Yahoo Messenger: none
Other Messenger: none
Where did you find us?: e-wrestling wiki
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Scarlett Quinn
Wrestler's Nickname: None
Billed From: Montreal, AZ
Manager/Valet: None
Age: 19
Weight: 120lbs
Height: 5'4"
Heel/Face Status: Tweener
Theme Music: "Violet"- Hole
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): The one girl-wrestling crew.
Pic Base: Portia Perez
Physical Description: Short, petite. Neck-length brown hair, sometimes pigtailed.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Pretty basic: black baby-doll t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): A black halter top with black Michinoku-style tights. Black sneakers.
Personality: Brash, judgmental, and sarcastic. Scarlett has a pretty good sense of humor and a strong sense of self. She tends to be a bit of a loner, wandering off on her own in most times. Rarely trusts people but will group herself with people she considers close.
Brief Bio: The daughter of veterans, Wayne and Vanessa McGurk. Scarlett grew up around wrestling and has shown a knack of the sport since a young age.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):
Scarlett takes full advantage of her size, by using speed and agility to maneuver her way around the ring. That said, she shows signs of ring presence and psychology, using every part of the ring as a way of help her in the match.
Her offense consists of solid technical wrestling, high flying antics, and legitimate brawling.
Entrance:
The arena lights fall as the opening chords to Hole's "Violet" surround the arena. Strobe lights of red and violet cover the ring as smoke begins to surround the entrance way.
The moment Courtney Love's voice breaks, Scarlett comes walking through the entrance curtain with her arms stretched. She pauses for a moment, bathing herself in haze of red and violet.
Blinks of white light sprinkle around the arena as Scarlett makes the walk down to the ring.
Grabbing the bottom rope, Scarlett slingshots herself into the ring, swooping right between the bottom and middle rope.
Scarlett rises to her feet and extends her arms as the lights fade back.
Finishing Moves:
The McGurk Lock: Formerly known as the Razorback, the move was created by Scarlett's father, Wayne.
Following a reverse ddt that ends in a back breaker, Scarlett locks her opponent into a modified dragon sleeper as she fires vicious elbow shots across the chest and ribs of her opponent until a knock out or a tap out.
Drive-By Kiss: Running flying superkick
Signature Moves:
Springboard Dropkick (Inside and Outside ring)
Running Superkick
Real A Lie: Powerbomb ending with an elbow to the crotch; Nova's Sledge-O-Matic
Shining Innocence: Shining Wizard Axe-Kick to Hurricanrana
Flying Clothesline (from top rope and springboard)
Flying Moonsault (from top rope and springboard)
Curb-Stomp
Basic Moveset:
Fisherman Suplex
Tornado DDT
Rolling Snap Suplex
Shoot Kicks (From any position)
Running Bulldog
Scoop Slam
Sunset Flip Drop
Boxing Combination Punches
Running Uppercut
Rolling Elevated Snapmare
Stunner
Inverted Headlock Backbreaker
Gut Kick
Clothesline
Frankensteiner (From any position)
Running Leg Drop (ala X-Pac)
Sample RP (Required):
Hands.
Big Hands.
Small Hands.
Little Hands.
Scarlett didn't know what it was, but for as long as she could remember, she had always been drawn to hands. Scarlett didn't know why, but she always through it had a lot to do with seeing her parents hands constantly locked together growing up.
Hands.
Big hands interlocked with small hands.
Small hands interlocked with big hands.
Strength. Support. Unity. Trust. Love.
All the qualities Scarlett has inside her... All the qualities that Scarlett can't allow herself to show to the world just yet.
Gazing up into the ceiling, Scarlett held out her hands and allowed her fists of flesh to block out all those dried up bits of white paint that seemed to decorate the ceiling of the motel room like little cracks on an unfinished map.
Scarlett: I am the living proof of a wrestling dynasty. I alone represent the third generation of the McGurk Wrestling Family. My grand pop was a wrestler... My mom and dad, both wrestlers. And then, there's me.
That's two generations worth of history. Two generations worth of respect that I didn't even lift a finger to earn.
And it's all mine.
It's all there... Waiting for me. Begging for me to take it.
... God, it all looks so easy.
Scarlett spread her arms away and tucked behind her neck, Scarlett cradled her head and continued to look up at the ceiling.
Scarlett: ... If only it was that easy.
I can respect everything people did for me... Paving a way for me and my kind so our struggles would be easier. Never would I have to scrape and claw my way to the top when everything's right there in front of me in a silver platter.
I don't have to worry.
I can just wrestle; kick ass, get paid, and spend the rest of my life living.
... It could all be so easy if I want it.
Pushing herself off the bed, Scarlett sat up and continued to stare up at the ceiling.
Scarlett: ... But I don't.
Let me take you to a moment in my young life that changed everything. A moment when I knew for sure how real this sport was... There I was in the family living room, not a day over six years old, and I watched my father on TV as he put himself through one of the most violent matches in his career.
I remember crying. I remember smashing the TV because I thought that if I broke the glass, I could save him.
... Even if he was standing right next to me, holding me with all the love and care in the world as he tried to calm me down- nothing could stop me.
I learned then and there that if someone could show the same brutality to him, then anyone could do it to me.
Scarlett stood up and motioned close to the window, looking out as a couple of drunk teenagers began to wander by the swimming pool.
Scarlett: History, respect, tradition... While I hold all these virtues close to my heart, it's something I'm going to have to throw away.
I won't be needing them.
I don't care about where I came from. I just want to show one thing: that I can wrestle and I can deliver harder than anyone else.
Come on PCW, I've been waiting for this my entire life.
Hurt me... Make me bleed... Throw anyone my way and try to stop me. Because I'm ready to fight back and claw and bleed my way to the top.
You're looking at the most destructive force in all wrestling and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Big Hands.
Small Hands.
Little Hands.
Scarlett didn't know what it was, but for as long as she could remember, she had always been drawn to hands. Scarlett didn't know why, but she always through it had a lot to do with seeing her parents hands constantly locked together growing up.
Hands.
Big hands interlocked with small hands.
Small hands interlocked with big hands.
Strength. Support. Unity. Trust. Love.
All the qualities Scarlett has inside her... All the qualities that Scarlett can't allow herself to show to the world just yet.
Gazing up into the ceiling, Scarlett held out her hands and allowed her fists of flesh to block out all those dried up bits of white paint that seemed to decorate the ceiling of the motel room like little cracks on an unfinished map.
Scarlett: I am the living proof of a wrestling dynasty. I alone represent the third generation of the McGurk Wrestling Family. My grand pop was a wrestler... My mom and dad, both wrestlers. And then, there's me.
That's two generations worth of history. Two generations worth of respect that I didn't even lift a finger to earn.
And it's all mine.
It's all there... Waiting for me. Begging for me to take it.
... God, it all looks so easy.
Scarlett spread her arms away and tucked behind her neck, Scarlett cradled her head and continued to look up at the ceiling.
Scarlett: ... If only it was that easy.
I can respect everything people did for me... Paving a way for me and my kind so our struggles would be easier. Never would I have to scrape and claw my way to the top when everything's right there in front of me in a silver platter.
I don't have to worry.
I can just wrestle; kick ass, get paid, and spend the rest of my life living.
... It could all be so easy if I want it.
Pushing herself off the bed, Scarlett sat up and continued to stare up at the ceiling.
Scarlett: ... But I don't.
Let me take you to a moment in my young life that changed everything. A moment when I knew for sure how real this sport was... There I was in the family living room, not a day over six years old, and I watched my father on TV as he put himself through one of the most violent matches in his career.
I remember crying. I remember smashing the TV because I thought that if I broke the glass, I could save him.
... Even if he was standing right next to me, holding me with all the love and care in the world as he tried to calm me down- nothing could stop me.
I learned then and there that if someone could show the same brutality to him, then anyone could do it to me.
Scarlett stood up and motioned close to the window, looking out as a couple of drunk teenagers began to wander by the swimming pool.
Scarlett: History, respect, tradition... While I hold all these virtues close to my heart, it's something I'm going to have to throw away.
I won't be needing them.
I don't care about where I came from. I just want to show one thing: that I can wrestle and I can deliver harder than anyone else.
Come on PCW, I've been waiting for this my entire life.
Hurt me... Make me bleed... Throw anyone my way and try to stop me. Because I'm ready to fight back and claw and bleed my way to the top.
You're looking at the most destructive force in all wrestling and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
