Post by bowtotina on Jun 5, 2023 0:08:32 GMT -5
Wrestler's Name - Martina (often shortened to just Tina) Richards.
Height - 5'4.
Weight - 129 lbs.
Entrance Theme - STFU - Rina Sawayama.
Custom Ring Entrance - Often will pump up her chest and flip her hair. While walking down, can be seen arguing/interacting with fans or staff before coming down to the ring. Wipes feet on ring apron before entering. Will lounge on the middle rope for a bit before posing out to the crowd as she climbs the top turnbuckle, often mouthing the words to her own theme.
Gender - Female.
Hometown - Sudbury, Ontario, Canada.
Why are you qualified to unite the TRIAD? (this will go on your profile that will be posted on our website) -
Well, let's see. I've been a big-shot name in local indy promotions back home across Canada. I once fought three people in a match where both my partners bailed on me because of travel issues and won, even with a face full of blood and glass. I still have a piece of glass somewhere in my back. Don't ask. Did I mention the time I once slapped a hurricane? If anyone can unite the Triad, it's a master of the elements, violence and often not giving a fuck.
Wrestling Style/Resemblance - Technical/Pure / Daniel Garcia
Trademark Maneuver(s) - Sharpshooter, Emerald Flowsion, V-Trigger Knee Strike, Elbow Combination, Spinning Heel Kick, Kneeling Jawbreaker, 450 Splash.
Set up to Finisher - Virtual Tears (Cross Legged Fisherman's Buster)
Finisher - Dreamscape09 (Tiger Driver 91')
Alignment - Tweener.
Twitter Handle - bowtotina
Character Font Color - c319e6
Pic Base (Who does your wrestler look like) - Kris Statlander
URL to Former Fed or Wrestler Website - I unfortunately don't have any of my old ones. Sorry!
Sample Roleplay -
(For a bit of context, this is for a heel side.)
" Color me surprised. "
The camera started to roll with a shot of Martina Richards sitting down in a room, noticably decked out with several pictures of previous opponents with their eyes slashed out. The chair she sat on could be described as a throne, but for her, it was an iron throne that nobody could touch besides her.
" Someone managed to actually step up to the Sudbury Sicko . . ? Laughable. A pity win over inferior opponents isn't one to make me bat an eye to. I thought they'd get that through their thick skull. But, it seems like I was wrong. A shame, really. "
Martina rose up off her seat and motioned towards one of the pictures, this one being coated in sharpie that read out the words of " DEATH BY SICKO. " As she glanced at the 8x10, a sickly laugh filled the room.
" Foolish examples litter this room. One after one, they doubt my ability. And yet, just like the autumn leaves . . they fall. So full of bravado and hope, only to be shut away by someone who has already seen it all before. Little sparks of hope, small bursts of energy. I was like that once . . then reality made it all come true. I could have pranced around with a smile of naiveness on my face, like a dumbass . . but there's no such things as a hero who gets the good ending or vigilantes who can do it all for the glory. "
Martina took the picture, hanging by a singular pin on the wall and ripped it off before looking at the camera, the 8x10s remains in her hand.
" They don't exist. For the ones who either reap the benefits of doing whatever it takes to win it all . . are still standing at the end of the day. Look around carefully. Each one of these pictures represent one of those itty bitt . . competitors, who couldn't use the common skill of learning that code, the exact moment they realized their downfall was coming, and the legend of the Sudbury Sicko continued to grow. Come one, come all to showing of Martina Richards proving everyone wrong . . but only, if you can hang with the sicko herself. "
Martina cackled as she went back to her seat, before composing herself and sitting back on her throne dead set in the middle of the room as she stared into the camera, cold as ice as the frame faded out to black.