Post by Kamikaze on Jul 7, 2008 0:52:02 GMT -6
I didn't know what template to use, so I used one from another site. Hope ya don't mind! ;D
Superstar's Name: Kamikaze
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[glow=red,2,300]Wrestler App [/glow]
![](http://www.spacefiles.net/Images/Hot_Chicks/Amy_Lee/images/Amy_Lee_0035.jpg)
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Wrestler: Alice Victoria Levigne
Heel/Face/Tweener: Face, though is mysterious.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 135 lbs.
Gimmick: Kamikaze
From: San Diego, California
Entrance/ Music: Not Falling - Mudvayne
[glow=red,2,300]Wrestling Moves[/glow]
Entrance - Walks out, fire explodes as man starts screaming in song, and she looks to the crowd with a deathly stare and continues walking towards the ring. When she arrives at the center of the ring, the fire explodes from the four posts as she crossed her arms and stares at everyone.
Power(Moves with Picking up the opponent) - (Suplex, Powerbomb Etc) - All Must Be filled Out:
1. Suplex
2. Hip toss
3. Irish Whip
4. Teardrop Suplex
5. Over the Shoulder, Sit Down Piledriver
6. Vertical Suplex Piledriver
7. Belly to Belly Suplex (trapping)
8. Belly to Belly suplex (snap)
9. Front Suplex
10. Kip-Up Hurricanrana
High Flying Moves - (Swantom, Diving Elbow)
1. Diving Knee Drop
2. Moonsault
3. Frog Splash
Submission Moves/Mat Wrestling
1. Bow and Arrow
2. Ankle Lock
3. Figure Four Leg Lock
4. Lion Tamer
5. FTS
Basic Moves - Punch, Chops
1. Chick Kick
2. Slap
3. Burning Lariat
4. Sweet Chin Music
Finishers - up to two
1. Flying Elbow Drop
2. Superkick
Sample RP (optional, but gives me a good preference of what level your on)
Alice made sure she was completely alone in the locker room when she suited up for the fight. She was self-conscious and being around these beautiful, bodacious, and bratty women didn't help. She wasn't afraid of fighting. The women didn't scare her. The men, however, were huge and intimidating. She hated the men, actually. Though it was all fake, she felt it to be real because she was new and hadn't gotten to know the real side of them and knew one thing about most of them - they hurt women, eventually. She had to admit, though, those women probably deserved it. But, those men could really hurt them. It angered her so much to see them hurt women.
She itched her wrist, gently. The razor she'd used last night made her skin itchy. The red incisions made from the razor stuck out against her pale skin. She quit itching it and put the arm warmers over them to conceal them. They made her shameful. Just as everything did. If she lost a match, it was her fault - her shameful fault. She was a weakling if she lost. She couldn't prove herself to her mother if she lost, could she?
That was all she wanted, really - her mother to love and accept her. "You are worthless! Make something of yourself, you stupid little brat!" Her mothers words drifted into her head. The memory made her tear up. She had only been seven when her mother said that to her. She sunk to the floor, back against the wall, and knees to her chest. She laid her head on her arms which were laid over her knees. She was crying. That wasn't good. She yelled at herself in her mind. You idiot! If someone were to come in, you'd be exposed. You show no emotion, got it? She told herself and got up. She put the black face mask on and looked in the mirror. Her long black hair laid wherever it landed, in no order whatsoever.
She fought back the mental temptations to call herself stupid, or weak, or unlovable. Instead she got angry from supressing these temptations. She was ready for the match. She made her way out to the arena. Her music came on and she walked out. People cheered. Fans screamed and asked her to come talk to them. She never talked, though. She never talked. Ever. That was part of her appearance. She didn't talk when in character. She faced the ring and went on, hoping her mother was proud.
Signed: (Kamikaze)
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[glow=red,2,300]Real Data - Optional [/glow]
Your real Name: Brittany
Age: Fifteen.
Email Adress: Don't wanna give it out.
Favorite Wrestler: That's a tough one. My two favorites are Kane and the Undertaker. I'll go with the Taker, I guess.
Favorite Diva: Maria Kanellis
How did you Find this Website?: Top Efeds List of some kind.
Will you stay active? Yes. Though, I'm having an internet situation right now. But, I'll try to be on as much as possible.
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[glow=red,2,300]Wrestler App [/glow]
![](http://www.spacefiles.net/Images/Hot_Chicks/Amy_Lee/images/Amy_Lee_0035.jpg)
click for outfit
Wrestler: Alice Victoria Levigne
Heel/Face/Tweener: Face, though is mysterious.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 135 lbs.
Gimmick: Kamikaze
From: San Diego, California
Entrance/ Music: Not Falling - Mudvayne
[glow=red,2,300]Wrestling Moves[/glow]
Entrance - Walks out, fire explodes as man starts screaming in song, and she looks to the crowd with a deathly stare and continues walking towards the ring. When she arrives at the center of the ring, the fire explodes from the four posts as she crossed her arms and stares at everyone.
Power(Moves with Picking up the opponent) - (Suplex, Powerbomb Etc) - All Must Be filled Out:
1. Suplex
2. Hip toss
3. Irish Whip
4. Teardrop Suplex
5. Over the Shoulder, Sit Down Piledriver
6. Vertical Suplex Piledriver
7. Belly to Belly Suplex (trapping)
8. Belly to Belly suplex (snap)
9. Front Suplex
10. Kip-Up Hurricanrana
High Flying Moves - (Swantom, Diving Elbow)
1. Diving Knee Drop
2. Moonsault
3. Frog Splash
Submission Moves/Mat Wrestling
1. Bow and Arrow
2. Ankle Lock
3. Figure Four Leg Lock
4. Lion Tamer
5. FTS
Basic Moves - Punch, Chops
1. Chick Kick
2. Slap
3. Burning Lariat
4. Sweet Chin Music
Finishers - up to two
1. Flying Elbow Drop
2. Superkick
Sample RP (optional, but gives me a good preference of what level your on)
Alice made sure she was completely alone in the locker room when she suited up for the fight. She was self-conscious and being around these beautiful, bodacious, and bratty women didn't help. She wasn't afraid of fighting. The women didn't scare her. The men, however, were huge and intimidating. She hated the men, actually. Though it was all fake, she felt it to be real because she was new and hadn't gotten to know the real side of them and knew one thing about most of them - they hurt women, eventually. She had to admit, though, those women probably deserved it. But, those men could really hurt them. It angered her so much to see them hurt women.
She itched her wrist, gently. The razor she'd used last night made her skin itchy. The red incisions made from the razor stuck out against her pale skin. She quit itching it and put the arm warmers over them to conceal them. They made her shameful. Just as everything did. If she lost a match, it was her fault - her shameful fault. She was a weakling if she lost. She couldn't prove herself to her mother if she lost, could she?
That was all she wanted, really - her mother to love and accept her. "You are worthless! Make something of yourself, you stupid little brat!" Her mothers words drifted into her head. The memory made her tear up. She had only been seven when her mother said that to her. She sunk to the floor, back against the wall, and knees to her chest. She laid her head on her arms which were laid over her knees. She was crying. That wasn't good. She yelled at herself in her mind. You idiot! If someone were to come in, you'd be exposed. You show no emotion, got it? She told herself and got up. She put the black face mask on and looked in the mirror. Her long black hair laid wherever it landed, in no order whatsoever.
She fought back the mental temptations to call herself stupid, or weak, or unlovable. Instead she got angry from supressing these temptations. She was ready for the match. She made her way out to the arena. Her music came on and she walked out. People cheered. Fans screamed and asked her to come talk to them. She never talked, though. She never talked. Ever. That was part of her appearance. She didn't talk when in character. She faced the ring and went on, hoping her mother was proud.
Signed: (Kamikaze)
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[glow=red,2,300]Real Data - Optional [/glow]
Your real Name: Brittany
Age: Fifteen.
Email Adress: Don't wanna give it out.
Favorite Wrestler: That's a tough one. My two favorites are Kane and the Undertaker. I'll go with the Taker, I guess.
Favorite Diva: Maria Kanellis
How did you Find this Website?: Top Efeds List of some kind.
Will you stay active? Yes. Though, I'm having an internet situation right now. But, I'll try to be on as much as possible.