Beth Blair (W)

[Winston Vega]

[align=center]Wrestler Information

-Wrestler Name-
Beth Blair

-Poser Name-
{ Marye }

-Poser Picture-
{ }

-Nickname(s)-
{ BB }

-Hometown-
{Orlando Florida }

-Height-
{ 5’ 8” }

-Weight-
{ 118 lbs }

-Age-
{ 29 }

-DoB-
{ 1979 }

-Alignment-
{ Neutral }

-Manager(s)-
{ None }

-Managers Poser-
{ None }

-Weapon(s) of Choice-
{Chair }

-Weapon Use-
{ Often}

-Favorite Match Type-
{ Cage }

-Entrance Theme Song-
{ Feed My Frankenstein By Alice Cooper}

-Entrance Description(s)-
{ As the Words of the song starts to play a multitude of colored lights begin to swirl and flash throughout the Arena. Just After “Feed my Frankenstein” Beth bounces out from behind the curtain and half skips to the top of the ramp. She throws her hands up in the air and spins around. She waves to the crowd and then makes her way to the ring giving a few high fives along the way. She climbs the steel steps and enters the ring playing to the crowd until her music stops. }

Move Set

-Finisher(s) with descriptions (Max 3)-
{ BB DROP (Diamond Cutter) }
{ NUT BUSTER (Super Atomic Drop) }


-Signature(s) (Max 5)-
{ Kiss this (Running Jumping knee to the jaw)}
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-High Risk Moves (at least 3, unlimited)-
{ Frog Splash }
{ Springboard Moonsault}
{ Flying leg lariet }

-Weapon Signatures (unlimited)-
{ DDT to the Chair}

-Uncommon Moves (at least 2, max 5)-
{ Diving Swinging Neck Breaker from top rope }
{ Jumping Clothesline }
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-Regular Moves (At least 10, no more than 20)-
{ Japanese Arm Drag }
{ Corner Splash }
{ Dropkick}
{ Arm BAr }
{ Figure Four}
{ Schoolboy}
{ Twist of fate }
{ Clothesline}
{ Leg Drop }
{ Knee lift}

-Tag Team Moves (unlimited)-
{ 3D }
{ Suplex and Leg Drop }
{ Backbreaker and Legdrop from top rope}

-Taunts-
{Slaps to the back of the head }
{ Dirty words like Bitch and Cunt }
{ Calls opponent Princess}

-Fight Nature (ex. High Risk, Technical) (can choose more than one)-
{ High Risk, Technical }

Character Background

-Character Background (Small paragraph please.)-
{ Always know as the sexy girl next door Beth spent a lot of time avoiding the boys of her school and when she did make contact it usually end up wither fighting them off. She would leave her home town after her mother died and would begin a carreer in wrestling to hide the pain she was feeling. She joined her first federation known as IWF She would have several names under that federation logo but ultimately she would move on to bigger and better things. }

-Sample Roleplay (Can be posted after the application)-
{ Magnus sits on a large leather sofa in the basement of his house where he watches a large flat screen television. He kicks his feet up comfortably on the couch and scratches his chest before adjusting his black and silver "GREYSON" tee shirt. He turns his head to the side, stretching out his neck, and reaches for a can of Coke sitting on the table next to him. On the screen, a match is playing showing Finlay Jones and Matty Williams winning the IWF Tag Team Championship titles. Magnus smiles and nods his head acceptingly. Suddenly, his cell phone begins to ring. He pull sthe phone out of his jeans pocket and flips it open.

Magnus Greyson: Hello...yes, dear...I will pick you up at your place around six tonight...ok...love you too, dear...bye.

Magnus closes the phone and takes another swig of his Coke. He sits up and grabs the remote, then turns the television off and walks out of the room. He throws the can in a trash container and grabs some keys off of a table in a small side room, then goes through a door leading out to his garage and an extended cab grey 2007 Chevy Colorado. He opens the truck and climbs in. He turns the keys and the trucks roars to life, "Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold pounding on the speakers. Magnus dries down the road along the beach near his house and stops in front of another house. The passanger door opens, and Magnus' brother and trainer Gavin climbs into the truck.

Gavin Greyson: Hey bro. Whats the good word?

Magnus Greyson: Did you hear?

Gavin Greyson: Hear...? What?

Magnus Greyson: They paired me up with the IWF tag champions for a four on four tag match this week. We are taking on the entire Kellert Crue.

Gavin Greyson: You're kidding me right?

Magnus looks at Gavin seriously for a second, then looks back to the road as he drives off toward the gym.

Gavin Greyson: Jesus, Mags, you have only been with the company for a little over a month and you are already teaming up with champions in what is starting to beome a major feud? What the hell did you do to piss off the Kellerts anyway?

Magnus Greyson: I did beat them at thier own game, remember?

Gavin Greyson: So, really, whats the issue?

Magnus Greyson: You know I'm not a tag-team guy. The Envies are almost literally twice my age. They are icons in the wrestling business and have been in some legendary matches. Hell, these guys are as hardcore as they come, and I have to get in the ring and partner with them against an entire family of pompous, yet persistent jerks who don't know when they are beat. This isn't my style Gav. You know I hate for things to get complicated like this.

The two men sit quietly for a long, awkward moment. The sea rolls in on the shore only a short distance away as they come to a stop light and then continue on. It's early in the morning and there is very little traffic, which only seems to add to the awkwardness of the moment. Both men seem to be thinking, though neither is making a peep. Gavin finally breaks the silence.

Gavin Greyson: Really. Man, your an ass. You are undefeated. You have fucking manhandled every joker that has gotten in the ring with you. You are'nt stepping into the ring with legends, THEY are stepping in the ring with the future of pro wrestling. I swear, Mag, you are going to win so many freaking titles its not even funny. Hell, I'm surprised that IWF hasn't given you a title shot already!

Magnus Greyson: I'm not in it...

Gavin Greyson: Yeah, yeah, I know you aren't in it for the titles, or the money, or the fame, or the glory. Mags, you gotta realize that you are a man beast and give yourself some credit. Just fucking relax and enjoy yourself. Take Allison out tonight and have fun, then get to business this weekend and bring the hurt on Monday Night, LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.

Again, neither man speaks. Magnus looks at his brother and shakes his head.

Magnus Greyson: You are a dick, you know that right?

Gavin Greyson: How am I a dick? Seriously Mags. I hate you. You get all worked up over random shit that doesn't even matter, and you don't even realize that you are living the dream RIGHT NOW.

Magnus Greyson: You don't have to talk to me like I'm your little brother anymore.

Gavin Greyson: Yeah, and you better remember that when you get in the Monday. Don't let those old fogeys smack you upside the head with a title belt when you ain't looking! Tell those Arab bastards that the Greyson's don't put up with that shit. They are either with you or against you.

Magnus Greyson: They are European, Gav.

Another moment of pause, Gavin looks slowly toward Magnus.

Gavin Greyson: I don't give a damn where they are from, hell, the way I see it, they are only holding the titles until I can break into the business and you and I can take the titles from them! You better get used to this teamwork thing. You can't do it all on your own!

The scene fades out as both men walk into the gym. }

Handler Information

-Name-
{ pinky }

-Contact Information-
{ [e-mail]}

-Age-
{ 29}

-How Did You Find WCW?-
{ A friend}[/align]