Post by priscilla on Nov 15, 2023 23:46:44 GMT -8
CONTRACT
Name:
Priscilla La Roux - White
Billed As:
Priscilla White
Nickname (s):
Prophet, Cilla, Gucci, Rambo with Tits.
Hometown:
New York City, New York
Billed from:
New York City, New York
Weight:
130lbs
Height:
5”10’
Manager (if applicable):
Calypso
Pic Base:
v.okay
Move List:
1. Double Arm Bar
2. Samoan Drop
3. Lariat
4. Knife Edge Chop
5. Snap Suplex
6. Double Leg Takedown
7. Sharpshooter
8. Stunner
9. Camel Clutch
10. Dragon Bite
Signature Moves and Description:
1. 404 ERROR - Saito Suplex into a cross arm breaker.
2. Gucci’s Bag - Rib breaker with single leg Boston crab
3. Queen of Diva’s - Front drop kick into leg scissor
4. On the Rocks - Avalanche Frankensteiner
5. New York State of Mind - Knife edge chop into dragon screw
Finisher Moves and Description:
1. Shot Through the Heart - Missile drop kick into military press slam - FINISHER
2. The Valley Of Wolves - Wild Bomb into superplex with sleeper hold - FINISHER
3. For Whom the Bell Tolls - Tombstone Piledriver (to someone of her size/slightly larger/definitely smaller) - FINISHER
Theme Song:
Glass Heart - Casket
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION:
Glass Heart by Caskets blares through the arena, the spotlights twist and turn over the boardwalk, as the crowd screams and cheers. A lone figure stands at the top of the ramp, head down, cloaked in shadows. The beat quickens; the figure begins to move. Step by step, slowly the figure descends the ramp, heading for the ring as the pyro flashes to life.
“Maybe I should take back what you meant to me
Just like you took my self-belief
It's like a war I fight inside myself
I always lose and I can't help
Fall for the beating of my glass heart
The beating of my glass heart”
As the figure reaches the center of the ramp, that cloak comes off, revealing a woman! Black leather ring gear glimmers in the arena lights, however, no patches or artwork adorn the cut worn. Just a black leather cut, ragged and loved, but a mask marred the face. A mask that was all too familiar to any who watched the wrestling scene of yesteryear. But who was it? Still, the unknown woman moves on.
Shaking hands and nodding slightly to the audience around her, she kept to the pace of the song.
“I finally agree, I'm a mess
I confess to the lies and my mistakes
They convulse 'til they scream and cry
'Cause I feel so exhausted, I just wanna be free
To drag myself from death's front door and not let him capture me.”
Once she arrived at the ring, she climbed the ropes with haste and stayed, balanced on the top rope, leaning back, oh so slightly, to show the whole arena; she had NO fear. She growled softly, as the ref stepped closer to her, but she was only just beginning. She took the mask from her face and threw it into the crowd.
It was Priscilla White! Legacy daughter of the infamous Druscilla White! She glared around her, face stern, showing little to no care in the world. As the ref inched ever closer to her, she held up a single digit, stopping him dead in his tracks. Cilla flew the middle finger high and proud, just as her mother had done before her, but what Dru lacked in longevity, she certainly made up for in charisma, could the same be said for her progeny?
Only time would tell…
Cilla grabbed the ref, swiped his mic from his collar and announced to the whole world; “Fuck being a Lamb of God…. Fuck being a Wolf of Odinn…. The Blood Queen has Ascended her Throne!” She snarled, as the music continued to blare, and soon the arena erupted in an onslaught of cheers and boos, before finally melding into the perfect chant of “All Hail The Blood Queen, Priscilla!”
“Maybe I should take back what you meant to me
Just like you took my self-belief
It's like a war I fight inside myself
I always lose and I can't help
Fall for the beating of my glass heart
The beating of my glass heart”
As the figure reaches the center of the ramp, that cloak comes off, revealing a woman! Black leather ring gear glimmers in the arena lights, however, no patches or artwork adorn the cut worn. Just a black leather cut, ragged and loved, but a mask marred the face. A mask that was all too familiar to any who watched the wrestling scene of yesteryear. But who was it? Still, the unknown woman moves on.
Shaking hands and nodding slightly to the audience around her, she kept to the pace of the song.
“I finally agree, I'm a mess
I confess to the lies and my mistakes
They convulse 'til they scream and cry
'Cause I feel so exhausted, I just wanna be free
To drag myself from death's front door and not let him capture me.”
Once she arrived at the ring, she climbed the ropes with haste and stayed, balanced on the top rope, leaning back, oh so slightly, to show the whole arena; she had NO fear. She growled softly, as the ref stepped closer to her, but she was only just beginning. She took the mask from her face and threw it into the crowd.
It was Priscilla White! Legacy daughter of the infamous Druscilla White! She glared around her, face stern, showing little to no care in the world. As the ref inched ever closer to her, she held up a single digit, stopping him dead in his tracks. Cilla flew the middle finger high and proud, just as her mother had done before her, but what Dru lacked in longevity, she certainly made up for in charisma, could the same be said for her progeny?
Only time would tell…
Cilla grabbed the ref, swiped his mic from his collar and announced to the whole world; “Fuck being a Lamb of God…. Fuck being a Wolf of Odinn…. The Blood Queen has Ascended her Throne!” She snarled, as the music continued to blare, and soon the arena erupted in an onslaught of cheers and boos, before finally melding into the perfect chant of “All Hail The Blood Queen, Priscilla!”
Biography:
Daughter of The Prophet, and the New York Ghost; Born and Raised in New York. Upon learning of her true parentage, she fought to find her mother. A whirlwind of trauma, a tempest of pain later, she was reunited with her real family. Druscilla White, and her husband J.J. Dorsett.
However, it was to be short lived as soon thereafter, Dru was tragically killed in an accident on the highway. Sent into a spiral, Priscilla has been forced to cope with the loss alone, and in doing so, found her love for carnage. The sounds of bones breaking is music to her ears.
Standing toe to toe with the legacy of her mother, Priscilla is on the road to become The Prophet. Or, will she dive deeper into the truth about her bloodline?
Only time will tell....
HANDLER INFO
Name:
Spade but also responds to Bitch
Social Media:
@lonewolflaments
