Post by Kelly Kelly on Jul 19, 2011 19:42:20 GMT -5
Name:Lindsay
Age:20
Efed Experience:3 yrs
GFX Experience:n/a
Staff Experience:n/a
How did you find us:an email
Wrestler Information:
Picture of Superstar:
Name:Kelly Kelly
Nickname(s):Girl Next Door
Real Name:Barbie Blank
Weight:108
Height:5'5
Hometown:Jacksonville, FL
Alignment: (Face/Heel)Face
Entrance Music:Lady Gaga
Wrestler's Style:
Finishing Move(s):
-K2 (Leg drop bulldog, sometimes preceded by stepping off the back of an opponent on all fours)
-Kelly Killer (Handspring back elbow smash)
Signature Move(s):
-huricanranna
-ddt
-Sitout facebuster
-One-handed bulldog
-Hanging figure four necklock
Favorite Weapon:
Favorite Match Type:
Entrance:(Write out how you would like your entrance to be in matches for your superstar)
Born by Lady Gaga hits over the PA system as Kelly Kelly walks out. She heads down the ramp into the ring and waits for her oppoenent.
Sample Roleplay: (You must write an rp or use an old one...just make sure its one of YOURS!...it will help me know your level of skills) (Must be posted or will not be accepted)
~A car filled with three very eclectic people. Daffney in the passenger seat, Tiffany driving and Jamilia Craft sitting in the back with her head poking out. She was without mask at the moment but her hair kept her identity hidden, as per usual. The black PT Cruiser they drove was passing through Knoxville Tennessee on the way to New Jersey. We join the trio in the middle of a conversation.~
Tiffany: Of course I couldn't beat her! She's so FAT! Hardcore Country. Whatever. More like FATCORE Country, am I right?
Daffney: PFFFFFT!
~The group's resident goth queen spit out the soda she was drinking as she began to cackle loudly~
Daffney: FATCORE! That's a good one! Yer a real riot, Stephanie!
Tiffany: It's Tiffany...
Daffney: Oh yeah...
~Jamilia had kept silent most of the trip. Her two boisterous team mates had far more overwhelming personalities than she did so she didn't want to disturb them. She simply thought about her upcoming encounter with Mickie James. Someone who had far more experience than her. Someone who had wrestled in just about every major promotion one could think of. It made her nervous but, then again, just about everything had that effect on her.~
Tiffany: But 'lil Jammy's gonna get her revenge for me. Aren't you, babe?'
~Tiffany, without exactly paying attention to the road, reached back to play with Craft's long, brown hair. Jamilia didn't speak she just slumped down in her seat a bit further.~
Tiffany: Give that FAT bitch a FAT lip for me!
Daffney: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
~Daffney began slapping her knee. She seemed to be greatly amused by the blond.~
Daffney: Yer so funny, Amber!
Tiffany: I TOLD you my name is--
Jamilia: TRUCK!
~Tiffany looked offended at first until realizing the peril she was in. They had driven off the road into incoming traffic and a Mac Truck was quickly speeding towards them. Daffney shrieked and spilled her super sized, cheery red gulp onto the windshield. Jamilia made a little squeak sound and buried a blanket over her head. Luckily, Tiffany jerked the wheel off the side of the road as the large vehicle went blowing past, horn blaring. Not so luckily, the car had received a flat tire from this. After regaining their bearings, the three slowly inched out of their ride.~
Tiffany: Fan-God-Damn-Tastic.
Daffney: Oooooo..
~Daffney was attracted by the neon lights that filled the evening sky from a nearby gas station. She went skipping across the street, oblivious to the cars zipping past her and the obscenities being shouted, and towards the establishment. Tiffany followed, albeit a little less recklessly.~
Tiffany: Ugh. I guess we have to stop in this ugly, redneck town....
~Jamilia slipped her mask on and trailed along. The brightly lit store chimed as the three entered. For a southern place like this, these three certainly stood out amongst the far more rural and simple people that lived here:
Daffney in her gothic dress and spooky attire. Looking very much like a cast member from Dawn of The Dead who had just hit up a fashion shop.
Tiffany who always stood out visually with her garish, eye catching, pop star clothes. She scowled at her surroundings and slipped on her large, sparkly sunglasses and brushed her leopard print coat off.
And of course young Jamilia who wore a mask. Her long, dark, body concealing gown made it look like she had just walked off the set of a Tim Burton flick.
~While Tiffany was off screaming into her cell phone for a replacement tire, Daffney sped off to refill her super gulp. This led Jamilia to creep along to a corner where she hoped not to be seen. As she reached a secluded spot she noticed a poster on the wall. It was for Mickie James' "HARDCORE COUNTRY" music tour. It was a couple of months old and the dates had already passed.~
??: Pretty, isn't she?
~Jamilia turned to spot a boy her age. Attractive. Wearing overalls with a red cap, mid-length blond hair spilling out of it. A good build. Seemed simple but sweet enough. He held a mop in his hand, he worked at the 7-11, and sighed dreamily at the photo shopped image of the performer/wrestler~
Boy: She's something. My favorite wrestler. Man, that girl can do no wrong.
Jamilia Craft: ...
~Jamilia kept her head lowered to keep her mask from being seen. She felt awful. She assumed no one thought of her like this. Mickie James had a sizable fan base and everyone couldn't wait to see her get the win over some freak in a mask....~
Boy: Ya know, I bet she's gonna be Queen of the Ring. And she deserves! She's been a champion everywhere she goes. And that voice! MAN! It's like a dove! I'd hate to be whoever she's gotta face next!
~This just made Jamilia sigh.~
Boy: Ya ain't from around here, are ya?
~The boy inquired as she stepped a little closer. Jamilia shrunk backwards.~
Boy: Are you wearing a mask? Girl, it ain't Halloween!
~The boy laughed in a good spirited kind of way.~
Boy: You're kinda different. But I like it. Lemme show you around, huh? Gotta take that mask off first, though.
~The young man reached underneath Jamilia's strands of hair and slipped his fingers onto the edges of her mask. She began to actually hiss at him.~
Boy: Whoa. Easy. Don't mean no harm. Just wanna see what you look like. Ya might be even prettier than Mickie!
~That comment seemed to do it. Jamilia's hands quickly went around the other teen's throat. She began to choke and throttle him against the display that held ice cold beer. She seethed through her teeth as the youth struggled, trying to break the grip as he sunk downwards. This caused some shouts from the counter and it caught Daffney and Tiffany's attention. They both snatched the girl around the waist and drug her out of the store. Making it back to their car, where a mechanic was replacing the blown tire, Jamilia began to pace about~
Tiffany: Keep her on a leash next time!
Daffney: Don't blame me 'cause she's BONKERS!
Jamilia Craft: I'm going to hurt her.
Tiffany and Daffney: Huh?
~The pair turned from their argument to see Jamilia glaring off into nothingness with shaking fingers.~
Jamilia Craft: I don't like her. Dumb redneck. I don't like her music. It's bad. And awful. And she shouldn't be a queen. And....and....I don't know how to deal with this....
~Jamilia buried her arms over her head as Daffney and Tiffany exchanged smirks. They knew manipulating this misguided teen was an easy task. They both slipped over and placed their hands on her shoulders~
Tiffany: No, no, no. Baby. This is how you SHOULD feel! Go with it!
Daffney: Yeah whatta ya wanna do to ol' chubkins?
Jamilia Craft: ....Mess her face up.....
Daffney: Go with that feeling!
Tiffany: She's been saying some nasty things about us. And you. You know she isn't like us. She wants to be a country star! Those are the kind of wrestlers Punk hates the most! He would be like....super happy if you took that blue whale out.
Jamilia Craft: He would?
Tiffany and Daffney: YEAH!
~Jamilia was desperate for any sort of acceptance. So gaining the admiration of her team mates was a big concern to her. She began to pace back and forth along the side of the road.~
Jamilia Craft: ....She thinks she's so special....but she won't feel so special when I'm done with her. Maybe....I could be the queen?
Tiffany: Oh for sure!
Daffney: We'll get ya a crown and everything!
~The masked teen paused for a moment. Maybe if she was a queen everyone would respect her. No one would think she was weird or strange. Everyone would accept her. A genuine smile started to appear on her face.~
Tiffany: But don't get soft!
Daffney: Yeah! Don't be a marshmallow!
~The smile faded just as quickly.~
Jamilia Craft: I should hit her with a chair?
Tiffany: No. NO. Someone thinks you can win matches that way.
~Daffney just shrugged even when Tiffany snapped at her methods of 'winnning' matches.~
Tiffany: Do everything you can to hurt that hick but DON'T get disqualified this time. No chairs. You can't be Queen if you get dqed....
Jamilia Craft: ....I do want to be a Queen....
~As Jamilia's quest for royalty was day dreamed upon, a mechanic rose from the cruiser and rubbed some oil off his hands~
Mechanic: Alright ladies, the tire is fixed but you also had some other problems so it's going to cost more than you might have expected.
~Daffney and Tiffany grinned with the same thoughts in mind~
Daffney: Jamilia that guy made fun of your mask!
Tiffany: YEAH! He so wants Mickie to win.
~The mechanic didn't even realize Jamilia was wearing a mask until it came crashing into the bridge of his nose. Courtesy of a head butt. He yelped in pain and covered the blood that was forming from between his fingers.~
Daffney: C'mon c'mon!
~Filled with glee at not having to pay a dime, Daffney drug Jamilia by the wrist and tossed her into the back seat. Tiffany hit the gas and the newly repaired car went speeding off into the night.~
Age:20
Efed Experience:3 yrs
GFX Experience:n/a
Staff Experience:n/a
How did you find us:an email
Wrestler Information:
Picture of Superstar:
Name:Kelly Kelly
Nickname(s):Girl Next Door
Real Name:Barbie Blank
Weight:108
Height:5'5
Hometown:Jacksonville, FL
Alignment: (Face/Heel)Face
Entrance Music:Lady Gaga
Wrestler's Style:
Finishing Move(s):
-K2 (Leg drop bulldog, sometimes preceded by stepping off the back of an opponent on all fours)
-Kelly Killer (Handspring back elbow smash)
Signature Move(s):
-huricanranna
-ddt
-Sitout facebuster
-One-handed bulldog
-Hanging figure four necklock
Favorite Weapon:
Favorite Match Type:
Entrance:(Write out how you would like your entrance to be in matches for your superstar)
Born by Lady Gaga hits over the PA system as Kelly Kelly walks out. She heads down the ramp into the ring and waits for her oppoenent.
Sample Roleplay: (You must write an rp or use an old one...just make sure its one of YOURS!...it will help me know your level of skills) (Must be posted or will not be accepted)
~A car filled with three very eclectic people. Daffney in the passenger seat, Tiffany driving and Jamilia Craft sitting in the back with her head poking out. She was without mask at the moment but her hair kept her identity hidden, as per usual. The black PT Cruiser they drove was passing through Knoxville Tennessee on the way to New Jersey. We join the trio in the middle of a conversation.~
Tiffany: Of course I couldn't beat her! She's so FAT! Hardcore Country. Whatever. More like FATCORE Country, am I right?
Daffney: PFFFFFT!
~The group's resident goth queen spit out the soda she was drinking as she began to cackle loudly~
Daffney: FATCORE! That's a good one! Yer a real riot, Stephanie!
Tiffany: It's Tiffany...
Daffney: Oh yeah...
~Jamilia had kept silent most of the trip. Her two boisterous team mates had far more overwhelming personalities than she did so she didn't want to disturb them. She simply thought about her upcoming encounter with Mickie James. Someone who had far more experience than her. Someone who had wrestled in just about every major promotion one could think of. It made her nervous but, then again, just about everything had that effect on her.~
Tiffany: But 'lil Jammy's gonna get her revenge for me. Aren't you, babe?'
~Tiffany, without exactly paying attention to the road, reached back to play with Craft's long, brown hair. Jamilia didn't speak she just slumped down in her seat a bit further.~
Tiffany: Give that FAT bitch a FAT lip for me!
Daffney: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
~Daffney began slapping her knee. She seemed to be greatly amused by the blond.~
Daffney: Yer so funny, Amber!
Tiffany: I TOLD you my name is--
Jamilia: TRUCK!
~Tiffany looked offended at first until realizing the peril she was in. They had driven off the road into incoming traffic and a Mac Truck was quickly speeding towards them. Daffney shrieked and spilled her super sized, cheery red gulp onto the windshield. Jamilia made a little squeak sound and buried a blanket over her head. Luckily, Tiffany jerked the wheel off the side of the road as the large vehicle went blowing past, horn blaring. Not so luckily, the car had received a flat tire from this. After regaining their bearings, the three slowly inched out of their ride.~
Tiffany: Fan-God-Damn-Tastic.
Daffney: Oooooo..
~Daffney was attracted by the neon lights that filled the evening sky from a nearby gas station. She went skipping across the street, oblivious to the cars zipping past her and the obscenities being shouted, and towards the establishment. Tiffany followed, albeit a little less recklessly.~
Tiffany: Ugh. I guess we have to stop in this ugly, redneck town....
~Jamilia slipped her mask on and trailed along. The brightly lit store chimed as the three entered. For a southern place like this, these three certainly stood out amongst the far more rural and simple people that lived here:
Daffney in her gothic dress and spooky attire. Looking very much like a cast member from Dawn of The Dead who had just hit up a fashion shop.
Tiffany who always stood out visually with her garish, eye catching, pop star clothes. She scowled at her surroundings and slipped on her large, sparkly sunglasses and brushed her leopard print coat off.
And of course young Jamilia who wore a mask. Her long, dark, body concealing gown made it look like she had just walked off the set of a Tim Burton flick.
~While Tiffany was off screaming into her cell phone for a replacement tire, Daffney sped off to refill her super gulp. This led Jamilia to creep along to a corner where she hoped not to be seen. As she reached a secluded spot she noticed a poster on the wall. It was for Mickie James' "HARDCORE COUNTRY" music tour. It was a couple of months old and the dates had already passed.~
??: Pretty, isn't she?
~Jamilia turned to spot a boy her age. Attractive. Wearing overalls with a red cap, mid-length blond hair spilling out of it. A good build. Seemed simple but sweet enough. He held a mop in his hand, he worked at the 7-11, and sighed dreamily at the photo shopped image of the performer/wrestler~
Boy: She's something. My favorite wrestler. Man, that girl can do no wrong.
Jamilia Craft: ...
~Jamilia kept her head lowered to keep her mask from being seen. She felt awful. She assumed no one thought of her like this. Mickie James had a sizable fan base and everyone couldn't wait to see her get the win over some freak in a mask....~
Boy: Ya know, I bet she's gonna be Queen of the Ring. And she deserves! She's been a champion everywhere she goes. And that voice! MAN! It's like a dove! I'd hate to be whoever she's gotta face next!
~This just made Jamilia sigh.~
Boy: Ya ain't from around here, are ya?
~The boy inquired as she stepped a little closer. Jamilia shrunk backwards.~
Boy: Are you wearing a mask? Girl, it ain't Halloween!
~The boy laughed in a good spirited kind of way.~
Boy: You're kinda different. But I like it. Lemme show you around, huh? Gotta take that mask off first, though.
~The young man reached underneath Jamilia's strands of hair and slipped his fingers onto the edges of her mask. She began to actually hiss at him.~
Boy: Whoa. Easy. Don't mean no harm. Just wanna see what you look like. Ya might be even prettier than Mickie!
~That comment seemed to do it. Jamilia's hands quickly went around the other teen's throat. She began to choke and throttle him against the display that held ice cold beer. She seethed through her teeth as the youth struggled, trying to break the grip as he sunk downwards. This caused some shouts from the counter and it caught Daffney and Tiffany's attention. They both snatched the girl around the waist and drug her out of the store. Making it back to their car, where a mechanic was replacing the blown tire, Jamilia began to pace about~
Tiffany: Keep her on a leash next time!
Daffney: Don't blame me 'cause she's BONKERS!
Jamilia Craft: I'm going to hurt her.
Tiffany and Daffney: Huh?
~The pair turned from their argument to see Jamilia glaring off into nothingness with shaking fingers.~
Jamilia Craft: I don't like her. Dumb redneck. I don't like her music. It's bad. And awful. And she shouldn't be a queen. And....and....I don't know how to deal with this....
~Jamilia buried her arms over her head as Daffney and Tiffany exchanged smirks. They knew manipulating this misguided teen was an easy task. They both slipped over and placed their hands on her shoulders~
Tiffany: No, no, no. Baby. This is how you SHOULD feel! Go with it!
Daffney: Yeah whatta ya wanna do to ol' chubkins?
Jamilia Craft: ....Mess her face up.....
Daffney: Go with that feeling!
Tiffany: She's been saying some nasty things about us. And you. You know she isn't like us. She wants to be a country star! Those are the kind of wrestlers Punk hates the most! He would be like....super happy if you took that blue whale out.
Jamilia Craft: He would?
Tiffany and Daffney: YEAH!
~Jamilia was desperate for any sort of acceptance. So gaining the admiration of her team mates was a big concern to her. She began to pace back and forth along the side of the road.~
Jamilia Craft: ....She thinks she's so special....but she won't feel so special when I'm done with her. Maybe....I could be the queen?
Tiffany: Oh for sure!
Daffney: We'll get ya a crown and everything!
~The masked teen paused for a moment. Maybe if she was a queen everyone would respect her. No one would think she was weird or strange. Everyone would accept her. A genuine smile started to appear on her face.~
Tiffany: But don't get soft!
Daffney: Yeah! Don't be a marshmallow!
~The smile faded just as quickly.~
Jamilia Craft: I should hit her with a chair?
Tiffany: No. NO. Someone thinks you can win matches that way.
~Daffney just shrugged even when Tiffany snapped at her methods of 'winnning' matches.~
Tiffany: Do everything you can to hurt that hick but DON'T get disqualified this time. No chairs. You can't be Queen if you get dqed....
Jamilia Craft: ....I do want to be a Queen....
~As Jamilia's quest for royalty was day dreamed upon, a mechanic rose from the cruiser and rubbed some oil off his hands~
Mechanic: Alright ladies, the tire is fixed but you also had some other problems so it's going to cost more than you might have expected.
~Daffney and Tiffany grinned with the same thoughts in mind~
Daffney: Jamilia that guy made fun of your mask!
Tiffany: YEAH! He so wants Mickie to win.
~The mechanic didn't even realize Jamilia was wearing a mask until it came crashing into the bridge of his nose. Courtesy of a head butt. He yelped in pain and covered the blood that was forming from between his fingers.~
Daffney: C'mon c'mon!
~Filled with glee at not having to pay a dime, Daffney drug Jamilia by the wrist and tossed her into the back seat. Tiffany hit the gas and the newly repaired car went speeding off into the night.~
