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WRESTLER NAME: Thunder Thighs [alba g. delores]

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: I'm on tonight, you KNOW my hips don't lie!

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

Cyclone Hips- - Thunder Thighs swings her hips into a wide arc and lets the momentum crash against the opponent's upper thigh. If checked correctly, the opponent looses their balance and is either vulnerable to other attacks or falls to the ground.

Thunder Clap-- Her petite and gloved hands spread wide and, with all her might, slaps the sides of her opponent's face in a severe clap. With any luck, their ears would ring from impact and they'd have a hard time hearing her next move.

Thunder Strike- - A difficult move for sure, best performed if the opponent has already fallen to the floor or is not paying enough attention to stop it. Thunder Thighs climbs to the top of either stake that keeps the arena in place, jumps high into the air and positions her legs to strike a deadly kick.

MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!

Dressed in what could only be described as a failed X-Men spandex costume experiment, Thunder Thighs welcomes her fans with a dramatic, if a bit short, entrance: a loud rumble that replicates the sound of thunder shakes the arena before a flash of light reveals the luchadora in the center of the ring. If opponent has already been introduced, she'll swiftly retort with her trademark catch phrase, swiveling her hips sharply from side to side to emphasize her point.

Messy doodle of outfit to come.

WRESTLER NAME: The Pineapple Avenger [Sheldon Hobbes]

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: "ehehehehe ….. awesome"
[laugh will be oddly like Peter Griffin's]

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

.Listing Lazily to the Left - Wow, he sure knows some maneuvers, look as he goes slightly to the left … or even maybe slightly to the right, slowly.

.The Stand and Stare - Is it a trick of the mind? He is just standing there, watching you. With those blood shot eyes, chuckling every so often. Just .. standing there, not moving. Standing. Watching. You can't even attack… you're not sure if you should! What Tom foolery is this?!

.Freak Out! - What could be left in the arsenal of such powerful moves? Oh, but the almighty spazz out of flailing limbs waving madly in the air as he runs in circles. Is it an offensive move? Defensive? A cluster phoque of lanky limbs waving like an inflatable arm flailing tube man? NO ONE KNOWS.


MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!
There is silence, the music strikes up. A wave of nostalgia passes through some of the older generation as a medley of classic cartoon themes plays one by one. There is no movement at first from the entrance and the crowd grows a little restless. Tune after tune plays; Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers, Animaniac, Tiny Toons, Fraggle Rock . . .

The curtains begin to rustle and a figure is shoved out, obviously disoriented [and is that a small hint of .. smoke behind him?] but giggling all the while. He staggers to the stage as a snippet of Freakazoid starts to play wearing a pair of yellow flannel pajamas with a lightning bolt made out of duct tape upon his chest, a pair of black converse shoes, a blue pair of boxers and a blue towel around his neck. His face is covered by a domino mask as his pale green hair waves widely around his face.

The Pineapple Avenger finally makes it to the stage after what seems like forever and pulls himself lazily into the ring, not even over the ropes but under them with a silly little roll. He laughs, and lays there and breathing heavily like it had taken so much out of him just to get there.

Is he high?

Yes. Like a bird.




Like a bird.

WRESTLER NAME: SUPER VAN

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: "I'm SOOPER VAN and you're roadkill!"

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

SUPER PUNCH

SUPER KICK

SUPER BODY-SLAM

MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!

After months of undercover service to Destiny City fighting bad guys and frightening the general populace with her weapon of virtue, Super Van has decided to try her hand at show business. She is positively jittery with excitement about this opportunity, and bursts onto the scene with her hands in the air à la Sylvester Stalone in Rocky.



This is followed shortly by a steely glare, which is invisible behind the sunglasses perched on her nose, a zealous power stance, and Vanessa's best "BRING IT ON" sneer.

Probably she had a monologue half-assed memorized, and spits out something about Pelvis Chestly being her all time favourite lunchadore and her mostly noble intentions of succeeding where he failed.

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WRESTLER NAME: IRON MAIDEN

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: A wordless Death Metal scream of RAEG.

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:
The X Factor - Scissor Kick to the FACE.

Flight of Icarus - A punishing Elbow Dive delivered from the top rope.

Rainmaker - Rebound Lariat that'll have you crying to your Mama.

MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!
A primal scream rips through the noise of crowd and music alike, lasting impossibly long. It's all the warning you'll ever get, cause as soon as it dies away, Iron Maiden goes for a relentless all-out attack.

Someone got into the duct tape. The majority of the Iron Maiden's costume is made with the stuff, and not all of the same shade, either. There are patches of lighter, shinier, duller, and darker tape, making her a rather confused looking monochrome. She's also used dark gray make-up on the portions of skin that shows. And despite her bat-s**t psycho routine, she's shown enough foresight to put on elbow and knee guards.

WRESTLER NAME: Silent Night, aka Nyasa Freeman

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: … (Silence coupled with crossed arms and calculating stare)

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

Sleeper Reversal = WMD helps her enemy self-destruct. Immediately after avoiding a punch, she grabs their arm and uses their momentum to pull the off balance. She can try to fling them to the ground or into the ropes. This move is not itself an attack, but opens the way for other attacks.

Bed Time = WMD crouches down and spins around with one leg out, knocking her opponents legs out from under them. This is a defensive attack meant to stall, make the opponent vulnerable, and open the way for The Silencer.

The Silencer = This move follows Bed Time and is difficult to pull off. WMD slams down into her opponent, the majority of her force behind her elbow. She does not aim for the chest or stomach, as is usual, but for her opponent’s pelvis, specifically the pubic symphysis. If her aim is too low it turns into a groin shot – which will probably result in a penalty or disqualification – or will miss completely. If pulled off correctly, this can cause serious harm to her opponent, and will also likely result in her disqualification. Can only be used once, regardless of outcome.

MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!

Nyasa was not thrilled to fight some brainless brute on steroids. It was not her idea of a good time. In fact, wrestling was a sport that could vanish off the face of the earth and Nyasa wouldn’t care less. Unfortunately she could no longer afford to ignore the testosterone-stuffed sport. Apparently there was a chance that some wrestler had gotten a hold of a crystal and Nyasa was going to get that damn crystal. Maybe. Hopefully. She had no delusions and would be happy if she didn’t have to leave in an ambulance. She wasn’t above fighting dirty, if that’s what it took. She’d put her knowledge of anatomy to good use.

Because she wasn’t enthusiastic about her impending debut in the world of wrestling, Nyasa hadn’t put much thought into her fighting persona. She put on her most comfortable unitard and dance shoes, borrowed gloves from her neighbor, and a Halloween mask from a kid down the street. An online name generator came up with her fighting name, and with that she was done.

In preparation for Silent Night’s arrival, all of the lights are dimmed to the point of nearly being off. When Silent Night appears she’s wearing a black Grim Reaper robe that obscures her face. She approaches the ring slowly, the sound of a beating heart playing quietly in the background. When she reaches the ring she grabs the lowest rope with both hands and the heart beats stop with an extra loud thump. She then climbs into the ring and slowly lowers her hood in time to the brightening lights.

When her robe was finally removed, the revealed outfit was not particularly impressive. All Silent Night wore was a black unitard, gloves, and shoes with her hair pulled back into a tight bun. The only memorable part was her mask, which was a modified version of the one seen in Silence of the Lambs.

WRESTLER NAME: THE DUST DEVIL

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: IN THE NAME OF THE DON!

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

HELLS BELLS - after jumping on an opponents back, she grips hard with her knees to perform a vicious bell clap to the ears.

WHIRLING DERVISH - leg sweep quickly followed by somersault leg drop

DEVIL'S DESCENT - German ******** Suplex


MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!

The lights go down and the arena is left in darkness, and then suddenly! Two columns of fire burst off to one side, framing one of the entrances! Who will emerge?! No one. For right between those columns a circle of flame appears.

The sound of Epic Chorus crashes through the room. Is that "O'Fortuna" you hear?! <******** yeah it is. And up through the ring of fire...

"HERE TO KEEP THE TITLE IN HELL, WHERE IT BELONGS..."

Is that a person rising through the flames?!

"THE DUUUUUUUST DEEEE-VIL!"
As the Dust Devil stands proud, behind her, at the entrance, A giant red banner drops down, proclaiming her allegiance.



The entrance and costume are well made and thought out. Also, expensive. Perhaps somebody had been thinking about this moment, planning, and saving away for it since the tender age of ten. But the Dust Devil doesn't look like a someone whose dream has come true, no, she looks like someone who is on some Serious Business.


A note to anyone looking to grab some tail: best watch those hands, as underneath it's costume-like exterior is whip of barbed-wire,

WRESTLER NAME: Dear Stabbey

WRESTLER CATCH PHRASE: I’ll baste your turkey...?

WRESTLER SIGNATURE MOVES:

Face Punch
Crotch Ripper
The Decimator

MAKE YOUR ENTRANCE!!

Fallon doesn’t watch wrestling. Her knowledge of proper wrestling etiquette came from many Google searches, several hours of YouTube videos, and a lot of name generators. What was born from that research is a mixture of different fighting images, a name stolen from the roller derby database, and a catchphrase borrowed from Conan O’Brien a’la his old SNL wrestling skit. She spent more time worrying about physical training in the days leading up to the event, and considerably less time fixating on her gimmick for it. She is what one might call a “wet blanket” when it comes to wrestling panache.

Her, outfit, too seems a little misguided:



Brand new to the wrestling circuit, Dear Stabbey is a total unknown -- and that is how she likes it. So many people are entering, countless fighters, and the girl beneath the mask has no desire to stick out. Better to let them assume she is ill-prepared than to immediately see her as a threat.

Even her loose, home-grown costume is deceiving. Layered beneath the fabric is a short bright blue bodysuit -- and beneath that? Lightweight football pads lined with metal on one side. They make her movements clunky (and she looks a bit heavy), but their presence will make punching her in the gut a whole hell of a lot worse. Apparently, Fallon has a plan, and that plan involves flying under the radar and then making her direct strike.

Her entrance to the ring is accompanied by great billows of smoke from duo fog machines, along with a few notes of classical music (ramped up with a little electric guitar as requested by the event organizers). She holds up a piece of paper, rips it in half, and then does the “eyes on you” hand gesture between herself and Don Diabolos. It is met with minimal cheering. Fallon is not the best showman in the entire world, or... you know, even a good one at all.