Post by VivianRae on Dec 9, 2020 1:36:08 GMT -5
Vivian Rae Jade
Nickname: “The Villainess” “Little Miss 201”
Roleplay/Segments: Viv, Vivian Rae, Miss 201, Vivian Jade, VJ – Pretty much any combination of the like.
Hometown: Upton Snodsbury in Worcestershire, England, United Kingdom
Height: 5”6’
Weight: 142 lbs
DOB: August 21st 1998
Alignment: (Face/Tweener/Heel) Heel with a little flamboyance
In-Ring Style: Technically somewhat of a submissionIST and occasionally TECHnical (yOU get the IDEa, reiGHt?
Biography:
Vivian, or Viv as her closest friends call her, went to Pershore High School in Upton Snodsbury where she gained the nickname “Babyface Brawler” as she had a tendency for fighting the school yard bullies. The school’s principle, Crispin Morley came to the school during her sophomore year. The new principle took a liking to the young lady despite those playground battles. He learned quickly that she was known by some of the school staff as the beauty that brawled the bullies.
Vivian Rae grew up in a home full of domestic violence as her mother seemed to always find the worst of men. Due to her home circumstances she quickly learned to defend both herself and those who were belittled or picked on for being different, odd, or unusual.
Crispin Morley saw that ferocious fire in both her eyes and her hands as he attempted to help curve those frustrations he saw by suggesting that she joined the school’s wrestling program. Her mom, who was usually on the wrong end of a fist, was completely against the idea. However, young Vivian Jade instantly took a liking to both her principle and the idea of wrestling.
Though the boys on the team were somewhat reluctant at first they quickly learned that she wasn’t the kind to sit idly by as they walked circles around her with googly eyes. The first few weeks saw her struggling against the larger guys but she quickly learned to take them down by using her quickness and their momentum against them. There she would apply those joint manipulative moves she had learned during her years of playground struggles. She would begin to find success and a shadow of confidence within herself that nobody saw, including herself.
By the end of her sophomore year she had begun watching professional wrestling every opportunity that she had. By the time she was a senior Viv and a few of her closest friends found a way to begin sneaking their way into the local independent shows and even landed in the locker room a few times. Her friends quickly faded from the scene as they weren’t into anything more than boys and looking cute. She, however, continued working towards her future calling and those moments behind the curtains.
She met a rough and rugged boy who had been wrestling locally under the name of Helix. The two youngsters began a love affair of wrestling that lasted two blistering summers. Those days and nights both between the ropes and under the stars passed as they do when your young and feeling like they will never end.
She had trained veraciously during her senior year and on the night of graduation she slung a packed bag over her shoulder ready to leave her home and a boy. Him surprised and heartbroken she had actually kept her word and chose to leave. She kissed him and hugged her mom before walking away from everything she had ever known.
She boarded a plane destined for the unknown before her. She wiped away tears and ignored a yearning heart ready to embrace her journey in both a new country and a new life. As the plane landed in the home of Lucha Libra her heart skipped a beat in rhythm of the wheels upon the paved runway.
The instantaneous culture shock began the moment she stepped into the airport as the language barrier she hadn’t expected started to set in and her determination to succeed started to fade. Despite the unlikelihood of becoming successful in a business dominated by men she was on a path of self discovery with herself and the ghost of a difficult past.
With the help of a local girl who spoke some English she found a small one room apartment that she had to share with another girl her age and her boyfriend hoping to make it in the world of independent wrestling. The small Mexican wrestling promotion was dominated by the youngest lucha libra wrestlers that Mexico had to offer. Many of which were a few years younger than her but with more experience having lived and grown into their wrestling families.
She found that the older men and woman would refuse to wrestle the baby faced girl. As it had became apparent that she wasn’t much of a competition that first year. After two long and hard lonesome years she discovered that she wasn’t strong or apt in the ways of the lucha. The forlorn girl of little ability and a hidden inner strength would struggle to survive the outskirts of Mexican wrestling.
She’d adopt the tradition of disguising her real identify both in cultural respect and a subconscious fear of being revealed and embarrassed. Her desire and yearning to return home grew as her losses compiled into a humbling and soon humiliating debacle. Her heart broken by the things she loved most. A boy thousands of miles away and a dream turned nightmare without hope of either finding her in the abyss she had created.
It had been a year almost to the day since she had first stepped foot in land dominated by luchadores. The sound of her entrance theme had begun playing and she stood behind the black wrinkled sheet fashioned as the backstage curtain. Her head lowered. Her heart no longer pounding of excited but replaced with shame and self loathing. Why did she continue using that song? She had grown to hate the sound. Lifting her hand to the edge of her entrance she paused. It was a moment of realization that she was no longer followed the path of a dream. That dream had been replaced with an existence of circumstance.
Someone standing backstage gave her a small nudge bringing her back into a world of dizzying nausea as she parted the curtain and walked through. The crowd of less than fifty groaned their normal grievances at her irrelevance as they were aware this was another squash match of the foreign girl.
The dirt on the floor lifted with each step billowing into desires of running away. She lifted her foot onto that first wooden step held together with rusted nails and years of lucha pride. That step of cracked wood and dust felt familiar, known, a constant in her life. Lifting her foot again upon that second step of forgotten passions and a realizations that she no longer knew a home thousands of miles away.
She bent lowering herself between those ropes of old duct tape and the threads of an old friend. She brought herself to the center of a squared circle covered in fabric of her new family. She bent down for the first time and placed the palm of her hand at the center of her momentary universe and felt a familiar heartbeat. Standing as her opponents music began to play she watched the faces of the children as they reached their hands out in hopes of touching a waiting dream.
She lifted her hands and straightened a face of cloth she pulled over her head on an almost nightly basis. The foe of the moment stepped between the ropes as she backed away bringing herself into the corner of reality as she brushed against the hopes and desires of those that came before her. The music of opposition began to fade away as she walked towards the center of the ring. A provincial man with a rugged and wrinkled hand long past it’s youth held a small metal hammer striking the bell. Ringing in the beginning of a match and a renewed dream of passion and desires, a lost love, found and reunited.
That night she found herself victorious and the night after and the night after that. Here, now, she stands with an unopened letter grasped between her fingers a year later. In ways she had always thought of herself as the Waverly Villainess of Independent Wrestling. The wrestling heir of Snodsbury and of Worcestershire. She would dream day and night imagining herself, the Villainess behind the curtain, the wrestling progeny of England and eventually a household name in the wrestling world.
Those days of dreams became nights of bloodied and bruised nightmares as she paid those prices of wrestling dues. Fingers quivering with the palpitations of an apoptotic wrestlers heartbeat. She peels back the papered envelope addressed from Action Wrestling. The promotion of her idle and wrestling’s resounding hero for all girls her age, Lissie Hope.
The fallen champion who came crashing down with the realities of struggle and strife that this industry, life, can create. Those days seemed to drag by ever so slowly as the reports came pouring in from news networks around the world. Hope dangling intimately near that of life and death that the demons within, ones own worst thoughts, create for many unknown names. Vivian Rae grew more and more anxious with the wait she and the world endured. The story of heartache and pain unfolded before the eyes of the watching world.
Vivian pulled a single typed letter from the envelope as she read it quietly to herself. A light began to fill those once dark vexed eyes as she quickly realized that she may proverbially continue the inspiration that Lissie Hope once occupied, will occupy again. The hearts and dreams of little girls worldwide will become acquainted with the girl set to become “Little Miss 201”.
Vivian Rae carefully folded the letter from Action Wrestling and placed it back into the envelope in which it came. She pulled another and less wrinkled envelope from her bag and placed it onto the counter of the post office.
“Can you please send this?”
The woman working the counter smiled as she took Vivian’s money and placed the postage as she read the words wrote, Lissie Hope, in care of Mae Ashby. A letter hand written not type which read the words of a lost dream and the inspiration given by a woman struggling with hope, wrestling, and life.
Dear Lissie,
I had hoped one day to have sat with you backstage at an unknown event able to tell you the same words I’ve written. I’ve had these thoughts of sadness and doubt. Loneliness. A lack of being willing or able to communicate these thoughts that live, dwell, inside of my head.
It’s at times a loudness that I can’t ignore. Screaming. Pleading. All for a moment of clarity and unknown peace. It’s at times the loudest noise and the most maddening silence all at once. It’s best described as the feeling of dying of thirst while stranded in the middle of a thirst quenching river of water. Thank you from both myself and all of those you’ve given hope for that sip of water. That inspiration in which you played a silent part.
We never fully, truly, know the impact we have upon the hearts and minds of the watching eyes and open ears. Even at times if we knew those lives and dreams of so many we’ve inspired. We can’t quiet the loudness of our own thoughts in the silent moments we endure.
I wanted to send this, a few words, of thanks for those moments I sat in front of a screen and gained a fleck, a splinter, of your soul as you gave of yourself between those romanticized ropes of a wrestling dream. Without you some days would be far more difficult than you could imagine. Then again maybe you could as we all have those shadowy moments of self demise as we look for that small light pouring through the darkness.
Your biggest fan and the future “Little Miss 201” Vivian Rae Jade.
Attire: Vivian Rae wears various outlandish outfits with multiple colors, lace, ribbons, and is always seen wearing a mask or face paint to cover her identity. Her last few years wrestling in Mexico she never truly picked up the lucha style in moves but she certainly did in appearance. She feels like it’s a better way to portray your feelings and attitude on a match by match basis. She gets to play dress up as the princess of wrestling, with attitude, and violence. She’s more Maleficent than Cinderella.
Theme song: King & Queens by Ava Max / 'Dead Bodies Everywhere' by Korn (Separate themes as she has different entrances for normal matches and PPVs)
Pic Base: Miley Cyrus
Entrance:
(Normal Match Entrance)
The lights in the stadium fade to complete darkness and then begin flashing from darkness to bright white for a few seconds and quickly fade back to darkness as the crowd goes completely silent.The area fills with the words from Deep Purples song Perfect Strangers as they are spoken.
Can you remember, remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life I am the echo of your past (echo of your past)Can you remember, remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life I am the echo of your past (echo of your past)
Can you remember, remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life I am the echo of your past (echo of your past)Can you remember, remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life I am the echo of your past (echo of your past)
Vivian Rae's voice is heard just before 'King and Queens' by Ava Max begins playing.
Vivian Rae walks out from behind the curtain slowly at first and then picks up with the beat of all the females in the crowd singing along with her theme. She plays up both those who cheer her name and those who jeer her appearance as she walks towards the ringside area. She finds a fan holding a sign of her self entitled nickname, “Little Miss 201” and reaches out as the fan hands her the scribbled sign.
Vivian holding the sign climbs up onto the apron and then the corner turnbuckle. She turns back towards the crowd facing the entrance as she stands as high as possible with one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second. Holding the sign above her head she pumps her arms into the arm motioning with the sign. She loosens her grip upon the sign and allows it to float back down to the floor below the ring. She drops to her feet standing between those Action Wrestling ropes.
She walks to the center of the ring and looks up to the rafters and slowing raises her arm skywards and then brings them downwards as she draws out the numbers "201" and then blows a kiss as her music begins to fade.
She sheds the white ring jacket she was wearing and drops it outside of the ring as someone standing nearby picks it up as she stretches her shoulders before the ringing of the bell.
(PPV Entrance)
The lights of the arena dim to blackness for a few mere moments and then a orange spotlight shines center ramp flashing and swirling in circles.
The words flash onto the screen.
Vivian Rae Jade
The words on the screen change from her name to lyrics as 'Dead Bodies Everywhere' by Korn begins to fill the arena.
Come on, step inside, and you will realize
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie
The girl who's fallen idol has given her the inspiration for this moment walks out from behind the curtain. Standing center stage she points up towards the huge monitor as it changes to the words 'THANK YOU LISSIE'.
The lights of the arena all go out at once again throwing the building into darkness.
Little Miss 201
The familiar words flash across the video screen as the lights begin to come back as 'King & Queens' by Ava Max begins playing as every girl in the arena begins singing with the song.
Vivian Rae turns in a complete circle as she laughs and begins walking down the entrance towards the ring side area. She plays up her entrance with any little girls at the ringside area and pumps her fist into the air encouraging them to do so as well. She turns and jumps onto the ring apron and dips between the ropes and walks towards center ring. She bends down as she pulls a single green colored rose from her ring jacket and leaves it upon the AW letters covering the canvas.
As she turns and removes her jacket the referee picks up the flower and hands it to someone outside of the ring. Vivian Rae backs into the corner as the bell begins to ring.
Favorite moves (at least 15 moves):
Stiff punches and heavy kicks
Enziguri
Eye rake
Huracarrana
Backhand Chop
European Uppercut
Swinging Neckbreaker
Perfected Dropkick right to the eye and nose area
Crossface Chickenwing
Tornado Kick
Frankensteiner
Moonsault
Springboard Leg Drop
Crossbody
Running knee lift
Fujiwara armbar
Indian deathlock
Headscissors takedown
Signature move(s):
Bronco buster – Xpac Style
Diving elbow drop – Macho Man Style
Finisher(s):
Snodsburied – Spear (Female Opponents Only – Goldberg Style)
Jaded – Codebreaker
Broken Lies - Tazzmission (Only used at PPVs)
Manager (optional): No