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Post by wildchild on May 21, 2017 23:30:20 GMT
The cameras find the WWL star Wild Child at one of the WWL's official training centers, where it seems a female wrestler in training has challenged her to a mile race around the track. The woman wrestler is running hard and fast with her blonde hair trailing behind her while Wild Child...is leisurely strolling down the track, stretching and yawning a bit. The blonde woman trainee has so far lapped her twice and is coming up on a third when Wild Child sticks her foot out, tripping the woman and causing her to crashland face first on the track. Taking her time, Wild Child completes the mile before wandering over into the weight room.
"Yo, Wild Child!" a big, powerful wrestler calls out to her. "I bet you can't outbench me! Hunh!"
The wrestler then flexes to put an exclamation on it. Wild Child smiles full of mischief towards the camera before nodding in acceptance of the man's challenge. The wrestler throws what looks to be 600 pounds on the bar.
Wild Child: Hang on, lemme go first.
Strong Man: Alright, but its your funeral babe!
She rubs her hands on the bar, trying to fix a good grip on it. She rubs it a few times and then finally takes a breath and gets under the bar. She tries for a moment to unrack the enormous weight before giving up.
Wild Child: Alright stud, your turn.
Strong man: Check this out! WWL star my butt! I'll show you how it's done!
With a grunt and a struggle, the man unracks the weight only for it to slip right out of his grasp and fall directly onto him!
Wild Child: No babe, it's YOUR funeral.
Turning to the camera, she brandishes a tiny bottle of lubricant, smirks and continues.
Wild Child: See, its not about working harder. Its about working smarter. When I scratched up Spacehawk, Big Dusty and Nightshade...I knew that it would make Rogar go nutty like the rabid dog he is. He can't handle the site of blood...it makes him go loony...and then he would go and do my work for me...take out my opponents and hopefully get DQ'd in the process! Now what've we got after that battle royal? Everyone, the entire roster is beat up and licking their wounds...me, I'm fresh as a daisy...and a lot better looking I might add. Now you've got KnightMask and Madman as tag-team champions...two guys that hate each other! That's a team that's ripe for the picking...and don't think I can't find the right tag-team partner on the drop of a dime. People are putty in my hands because fact is, I was born a step ahead. And as for the world title, I don't even need help for that one...now that Madman doesn't have his bodyguard Rogar? It's like taking candy from an over-sized baby. As for this triple-threat I'm supposed to be in, well I guess you can make that a singles, unless Nightshade has some miracle recovery. And as for Athena Fury? Well, that'd be just horrible, horrible if something were to happen to her on the way to the match. Hate for her to get injured somehow...after all, if there's one thing I hate...it's an unfair fight fellahs.
Wild Child winks as the cameras fade out.
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Post by wildchild on Apr 24, 2017 19:11:47 GMT
Leona Pantera, fresh off being fired from her job as an elite government-paid superhero, had already come up with a name: Wild Child. Leona Pantera was pretty cool, she thought, but she didn't want haters blowing up her inbox or finding out where she lived, so a stage-name was just fine. Now, she just needed a contract, which brought her to the official headquarters of the Warrior Wrestling League, where she planned to strut her stuff and convince them to sign her. There she met B.R Crat, one of the WWL's top paper pushers.
Wild Child: So check me out...I'm bad, I'm beautiful, I'm actually the chick Motley Crue was singing about in 'The Looks that Kill'! I'm the cat's meow and more than that...I'm already all over TV! B.R. Crat: Ahem. I hate that song. And yes, I saw you on the 6 o'clock news...you and your shenanigans leveled an entire residential neighborhood and ruined a children's birthday party... Wild Child: No press is bad press, babe! B.R. Crat: Actually, Warrior Wrestling League is a family program...and one thing we don't need...is wanted fugitives on our roster! Wild Child: Okay, what do I need to do to convince you? B.R. Crat: You know what, you're wasting my time. I have a meeting with a top female prospect, Sharon Williams, now known as Small Sharon...you may have heard of her...she was Miss Universe 8 years ago. She's a real celebrity. Now please, get out of my office. Wild Child suddenly got a great idea. Whoever the heck this Small Sharon was, Wildchild was sure she could kick her butt all over the ring.
Wild Child: Lets say I can beat her? Then would you sign me?
B.R. Crat: Hahaha...very amusing. But yes, I suppose I might sign you if you could do that. Or if you could make PBS the highest rated television network...or perhaps make pigs fly.
The door opens and Small Sharon joins them.
Wild Child: WTF...?
B.R. Crat: Ah, Small Sharon, so glad you could join us. It appears that you will in fact, have a try-out match prior to your contract signing ('Small Sharon' lifts Wildchild and attempts to stuff her into her mouth) no, no...our snacks are located down the hall...this will be your opponent in your squash match, er, rather, try-out.
Wild Child: Alright, I just want one thing--lets make this an evening gown match...first person to have their evening gown ripped off...is the loser!
B.R. Crat: Well, very well. I suppose you are supposed to grant requests in these sorts of situations. One hour from now, I shall see you ladies in the ring!
One hour later, Wildchild is facing off in the ring against her mammoth opponent, while B.R. Crat watches from ringside, ready to see her squashed and maimed in an evening gown match. The bell rings and immediately, Wildchild begins running, dodging and flipping about the ring, using her speed and agility to avoid any and all contact with her lumbering opponent who chases after her, looking to squash her like a bug. Eventually it becomes ridiculous--Wildchild running, Small Sharon chasing. Then, out of nowhere, Small Sharon begins screaming and desperately scratching herself. Finally, she rips off her evening gown and flees the ring. Wildchild is announced the winner...and the owner of Warrior Wrestling League contract!
B.R. Crat: It sorrows me to do this, but I suppose I must. Welcome to the Warrior Wrestling League Wildchild. I have no idea what you did to poor Small Sharon but I suppose you did win the match, given the rules.
Wildchild smiled inwardly. Before the match, she had used her powers of stealth to sneak into Small Sharon's dressing room...and apply a special brand of itching powder to her dress...Acme Itching Powder...the label read, "Just Add Water!" Or in this case....sweat.
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Post by wildchild on Apr 24, 2017 2:45:43 GMT
“You don't have to thank me, I was just doing my job.”
Leona Pantera licked her red lips while she waited for the praise she knew was coming.
"Your job was to apprehend the super-criminal, Iron Titan, before he could harm anymore civilians or damage additional property."
Like a cat, she stretched out in her chair and ran her clawed hands through her night-black hair. Her boss, O, head of the shadowy organization she worked for, was making her wait a little for the praise. Stating the obvious. Dragging things out. It was okay. She could wait.
"Yes sir," she nodded.
"Let's replay the video of what happened, shall we...?"
O pressed a button and part of the wall behind him pulled away to reveal a large flat screen.
"For brevity's sake I will play the video on double-speed."
Leona nodded again. Fine by her. After all, she was there, she knew what a great job she did, stopping the bad-guy, saving the day.
"Here we see Iron Titan stomping through the residential neighborhood. And here...Iron Titan knocks over a fence and invades what appears to be a birthday party for a young child."
Iron Titan was everything his name implied, a powerful, armored and lawless tank of a man. Bullets bounced off of him. People bounced off the pavement when they got in his way.
"And...here we are, you make your arrival, leaping out of a tree and onto his back, biting and clawing Iron Titan like, well, like a rabid cat. Though you are unable to penetrate his armor and truly harm him, Iron Titan is also unable to dislodge you, due to his marked lack of flexibility. He is also apparently unable to watch where he is going...and let us, see...first...he runs through one wall of the family's house...tears through another wall...now running down the street...that's 1 car he barrels into and destroys...now 2 more, that Volvo careens off the road to avoid him and hits the bus...ah yes, here is the part where you leap off his back, seize an errant power line and thrust it into his face, causing a city wide black-out..."
"Yeah, well, can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, right?"
"Indeed. And all these untold millions in property damage would have been forgivable...but now you appear to be getting bribed by Iron Titan in exchange for the contents of a truck of...is it cat food? Which is one of the many vehicles he, shall we say, disabled during your tussle with him. Now, as Iron Titan stomps off down the road, you are in the middle of the road, eating catfood and apparently taking selfies. Suffice to say, you are not super agent material, you are fired and also under arrest. You will be placed either in prison or perhaps in an animal shelter, depending on the will of the court."
Leona rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, it was a boring job anyway."
Pulling a phone out of her leotard, she dialed a number.
"Yeah, those jokers just fired me. And guess what else...? They said your name should be the Iron Sissy or something. And that if you wanted to do something about it, you should head on over. Yeah, I think that's a great idea."
Suddenly, the Iron Titan blasts through the wall.
"WHO CALLED ME A SISSY?!?!?!?!"
Leona points towards her ex-boss and the turns around and saunters out of the room. Time for a new career...after all, cat-food doesn't pay for itself! Maybe its time to give professional wrestling a try...they don't have a problem with property damage, do they?
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Post by wildchild on Apr 24, 2017 1:30:05 GMT
Wildchild
Gimmick: a feral woman who is as much feline as she is female and hisses and claws her way through life doing mostly whatever she wants, when she wants
Height/weight: 5'10/170
Hometown:
Alignment (Face/heel/neutral): neutral
Appearance/attire: wears a black leotard, notable for her fangs and claws which are...pretty unusual I'd say
Entrance and music: comes out to Wasp's 'Wildchild', sometimes racing to the ring on all-fours, sometimes coming out of the crowd...she's pretty unpredictable
Style (Technical, hardcore, brawler, powerhouse, high flying, etc.): very fast and agile, uses her claws and fangs more than her fists and feet, more at home in a hardcore setting for this reason. When she's limited by rules, she focuses on her speed and agility
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