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I'm thinking of starting a WWE based roleplay. If anyone is inteested, please pm and we'll work something out. As always I'm seeking out detailed roleplayers. But anyone is welcome. Just PM me before replying. Thank you.
Character Name - Chantelle
Age - 21
Hometown - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Attire - A believer of the quote "If you got it flaunt it" Chantelle prefers to wear outfits that are a mixture of classy and sexy. In the ring, she adores denim, stretch fabric shorts and crop tops of all colours and types. Outside of the ring, her attire thoroughly depends on her mood and activity.
Distinquising features : Chantelle's eyes are dark in nature, and her eyes are of a dark brown color that very well gives way to December chills. They slant upwards slightly. Her skin is soft mocha. Long black hair falls down, resting on her shoulder blades and framing her oval, face. She has pouty lips, not too big, not too small.
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Chantelle felt her heat rate pick up as she listened to the mighty roar of the crowd. Only the WWE could pull in an audience of this magnitude. A mixture of anticipation and pure fear began to stroke her entire body. Filling her with a newly formed sense, she'd never known she had. This was her starting point; this was where it all began for her. No more practices, this was the real thing. She was about to step into the ring in front of a live audience, that didn't consist of her trainer NAMEGOESHERE Or the big bad boss Vince McMahon. This was her hometown and so much was expected of her already. Looking down at her attire for the last time before her music hit, she sighed. Wearing a black leather cat suit that looked as if it had been painted on her body and big black combat boots, aligned at the sides with thick metal straps that held them together, followed by fat 6 inch heels. It made her feel tough and that was the mood she was striving for. After all, she did have to take Trish Stratus' belt tonight.
Maybe she was all wrong about this. Training and rehearsals had been so much more different from this. Those times wrestling in the ring, weren't in front of thousands of people, who could either help boost your career or send it to the dog pound. What if she messed up all her moves? What if she did so bad? So badly that Vince would think twice about giving her a full time contract? How in God's name did she let NAMEGOESHERE talk her into this? He was fine. He had no worries. He was one of the most popular men in the entire business. He'd already established himself as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Having a wrestling superstar as your trainer was intimidating. In all honesty, she'd feel better with him here. Having an inter gender tag team match up or something. Not being this mystery girl here to make short work of the ever so popular Trish Stratus.
Trish was great. Actually, she had become a good friend of Chantelle's backstage. In the ring, she'd been sending her anonymous notes, basically doing things to freak Trish out. They were going for a sort of stalker angle. This anonymous challenge was made and for the storyline's sake, they'd battle it out for the duration of two pay per views. It was going to be a fiery feud between the two. One the fans were sure to like, especially with all the surprises that would arise. Plus when she and Trish had been practicing their matches had been somewhat electrifying, the small audience they had went nuts. It was a good feeling. A damn good feeling. But Chantelle wasn't feeling good, not by a long shot.
Peeking through the curtains, as Miss Stratus' music began to play. She watched as Trish emerged at the top of the ramp way, holding her glorious belt high above her. Christ! Soon her music would play and the mystery would be over, she'd be out there, exposed to the world. How the hell was she going to go through with this without throwing up in the ring or tripping her way down the ramp. Behind her, she heard footsteps. She was to busy caught up in her own tangled thought to pay any attention to them. The voice came from behind her, spinning around quickly she recognized the voice and the face.
"Ah, you look nervous."
TBC By Whoever! PM me if interested!
I'm thinking of starting a WWE based roleplay. If anyone is inteested, please pm and we'll work something out. As always I'm seeking out detailed roleplayers. But anyone is welcome. Just PM me before replying. Thank you.
Character Name - Chantelle
Age - 21
Hometown - Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Attire - A believer of the quote "If you got it flaunt it" Chantelle prefers to wear outfits that are a mixture of classy and sexy. In the ring, she adores denim, stretch fabric shorts and crop tops of all colours and types. Outside of the ring, her attire thoroughly depends on her mood and activity.
Distinquising features : Chantelle's eyes are dark in nature, and her eyes are of a dark brown color that very well gives way to December chills. They slant upwards slightly. Her skin is soft mocha. Long black hair falls down, resting on her shoulder blades and framing her oval, face. She has pouty lips, not too big, not too small.
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Chantelle felt her heat rate pick up as she listened to the mighty roar of the crowd. Only the WWE could pull in an audience of this magnitude. A mixture of anticipation and pure fear began to stroke her entire body. Filling her with a newly formed sense, she'd never known she had. This was her starting point; this was where it all began for her. No more practices, this was the real thing. She was about to step into the ring in front of a live audience, that didn't consist of her trainer NAMEGOESHERE Or the big bad boss Vince McMahon. This was her hometown and so much was expected of her already. Looking down at her attire for the last time before her music hit, she sighed. Wearing a black leather cat suit that looked as if it had been painted on her body and big black combat boots, aligned at the sides with thick metal straps that held them together, followed by fat 6 inch heels. It made her feel tough and that was the mood she was striving for. After all, she did have to take Trish Stratus' belt tonight.
Maybe she was all wrong about this. Training and rehearsals had been so much more different from this. Those times wrestling in the ring, weren't in front of thousands of people, who could either help boost your career or send it to the dog pound. What if she messed up all her moves? What if she did so bad? So badly that Vince would think twice about giving her a full time contract? How in God's name did she let NAMEGOESHERE talk her into this? He was fine. He had no worries. He was one of the most popular men in the entire business. He'd already established himself as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Having a wrestling superstar as your trainer was intimidating. In all honesty, she'd feel better with him here. Having an inter gender tag team match up or something. Not being this mystery girl here to make short work of the ever so popular Trish Stratus.
Trish was great. Actually, she had become a good friend of Chantelle's backstage. In the ring, she'd been sending her anonymous notes, basically doing things to freak Trish out. They were going for a sort of stalker angle. This anonymous challenge was made and for the storyline's sake, they'd battle it out for the duration of two pay per views. It was going to be a fiery feud between the two. One the fans were sure to like, especially with all the surprises that would arise. Plus when she and Trish had been practicing their matches had been somewhat electrifying, the small audience they had went nuts. It was a good feeling. A damn good feeling. But Chantelle wasn't feeling good, not by a long shot.
Peeking through the curtains, as Miss Stratus' music began to play. She watched as Trish emerged at the top of the ramp way, holding her glorious belt high above her. Christ! Soon her music would play and the mystery would be over, she'd be out there, exposed to the world. How the hell was she going to go through with this without throwing up in the ring or tripping her way down the ramp. Behind her, she heard footsteps. She was to busy caught up in her own tangled thought to pay any attention to them. The voice came from behind her, spinning around quickly she recognized the voice and the face.
"Ah, you look nervous."
TBC By Whoever! PM me if interested!
