Post by josiegreyesq on Jul 19, 2023 5:01:46 GMT
NJFC CONTRACT: REGULAR
(ignore the Julia thing...merci...)
Character Information
Name: Josefín Antoinette Grey
Wrestling Name: Josie Grey
Nicknames: Creeping Death, The Prodigy, Le Enfant Sauvage, Perfect Weapon
Height: 5’4
Weight: Oh, i’m gonna be in the JHD, for SURE…120 pounds of pure ADORABLE…and rage…and probably wine…heh, not probably, DEFINITELY wine.
Age: None of your FUCKING business, man!...32…
Hometown: Paris, France
Resides In: Oakland, California
Alignment: A little of column A, a little of column B…i dunno, why put me in a box, man?
Brief Bio: Ok, so…
I have this…thing…about me…where I master pretty much anything extremely fast. I learned English in six weeks, played Chopin on the piano at 4 years old…my favorite, though…is I mastered being depressed and anxious at, like, 3 years old…so…
Anyway…I was, at one point , a timid PA /Lawyer for a cult, and they like…kiiiiiiinda broke me a bit. I was…heh…I wasn’t like…INTO it, but…Wolves Aeternum…Then, thanks to Michael Bishop and Tarah Nova, I got hella cool, hella fast. I’m apparently EXCEPTIONAL at wrestling!
There’s SO much more to it, but I just took, like…8 Unisom, so…
Ialsohaveanorsedemigodlivinginmyheadandshestryingtotakeovermybodyasanavatarandiweartheeyepatchsoshecantgetout…
I also love cinema!
Pro Debut: Like…last December? In SWWS.
Picture Base: Julia Hart (MUST HAVE EYEPATCH!...it looks hella sick)
Gimmick: Uhhhhhhhhhh, French Deadpool…aka…Le Deadpool
Wrestling Information
Past Injuries: Well…see…
I got my eye ripped out by a bear. Got attacked by wolves. Kinda dealing with a lingering knee thing from playing field hock-
OH IN WRESTLING! OH! Nah, im cool!
Wrestling Style: Brawler, striker, slightly aerial, slightly tech, all badass
Wrestling Attire: Black cargo pants tucked into white midtop boxing boots, death metal or ABBA t-shirt (deep cut sleeveless, natch) over a red sports bra. Right elbow pad, hands wrapped, no mouthguard cos fuckin Ali didn’t wear a mouthguard.
Right? I don’t think he did…fuckin hockey players didn’t wear helmets for christssake…
Finishing Move:
La Haine - Mushroom Stomp (can be it from aaaaaaaaaaaaaanywhere)
Jeanne D’Arc - One Winged Angel
Signature Moves: (You have a maximum of three signature moves, that your character uses)
Icepick - Rings of Saturn w/ hammerfists
Storm the Bastille - Claymore Kick
Bon Nuit - Katahajime Choke (THIS IS FOR YOU, CYRUS RIDDLE!)
Common Moves: (You're allowed up to 15 here)
- Suplex variations
- Basic Muay Thai strikes
- Expert level boxing strikes
- Bear Trap II — Josie plays possum before pulling opponent into a submission or pin attempt
- Bear Trap III — Rear Naked Choke
- Parisian Violence — Back sole kick to the gut, followed by Axe and Smash
- Coffee Grinder — Arm trapped stomps to the chest (like what Danielson does)
- Le Guillotine — Guillotine Choke
- Running European Uppercut
- Belgian Mal - Turnbuckle run Bulldog off the apron to the outside
- Cactus Clothesline to the outside/apron
- A SHOCKINGLY good Springboard Hurricanrana
- Dropsault
- Red Card — Baseball Slide Leg Sweep
- BING BONG — Koppu Kick/Somersault Heel kick (typically done as a desperation counter to an oncoming opponent
Strengths: (What are the strengths of your character?)
I’m A Fucking Prodigy - I’m not spitting bullshit. I’m not just making up a cute name. I’m the definition of a prodigy. Anything I try, I master at an incredible speed. Of course, it depends on the difficulty, how quickly I master it, but I can speak 4 languages, am a bar certified lawyer in France and the US, was on the French National Fencing Team at 16 after starting fencing at 15…I’m a prodigy. And a fire starter. Smack my bitch up.
Pain Is Weakness Leaving The Body - I really don’t give a shit if I get hurt. I’m fine. Oh no, barbed wire…oh no, razors…oh no…when you’ve had your eye ripped out by a bear and been attacked by a wolf, pain in a wrestling ring is kinda…not much.
For the record, the bear claw hurt more.
French Deadpool (Le Deadpool) - Ok, I Know…that’s kinda “hey, you can’t call yourself that!” And I get it, but also go fuck yourself. You know how Deadpool is hella adaptable and fuckin weird and unpredictable and that gives them an advantage? Yeah, me too. Minus the pansexual part.
Icewoman - I like people, but dude…if you think I give a shit what happens to you in the ring, you should probably go work at, like…I dunno…nothing. At your house. At bouncing a ball. Cos you’re stupid. I’m sorry. Point is: Anything goes in the ring.
Weaknesses: I’m a millennial, I’m 90% weaknesses…
Greener Than Goose Shit - Ok, so…I know I said I master things hella fast, and I do (what’s up English language?), but I ALSO said more complicated things take longer, aaaand fighting and wrestling are pretty damn intricate. So while I’m hella good, I’m also prone to occasionally doing something…dumb.
Shockingly Emotional for a Frenchwoman - Ok, so…I ALSO know I said I’m an icewoman and don’t care about shit, but that only applies to YOU. I don’t care about YOU. Unless I do! …this makes sense… anyway, yeah, if I start losing momentum or get desperate, yeah…I might get emotional, and yeah, I might act crazy and do weird shit. SUE ME. I grew up in the 2000’s.
Napoleon Was Small, Too… - ok, so…I’m not, like…REALLY small (Peter Dinklage) but I’m petite. Most of the time that doesn’t matter, but when it DOES…sacrebleu, does it matter…
Allies: WELL…I don’t want to make ASSUMPTIONS or anything, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut Myojin is like…my best friend in the world, and Jessi Ozborne, I will literally KILL for…again…
Enemies: Again, I don’t want to make assumptions, buuuuuuut…pretty much…everyone else…
Notable Accomplishments:
Your mom.
CURRENT SHW American Horror Champion
Manager/Valet: My indomitable spirit.
Manager/Valet Picture Base: …Keira Knightley?
Entrance Information
Entrance Theme: “I Will Be Heard” by Hatebreed
Entrance Description:
“NOW! IS THE TIME! FOR ME TO RISE! TO MY FEET!
WIPE YOUR SPIT! FROM MY FACE! WIPE THESE TEARS! FROM MY EYES!”
The lights flicker and static with the opening chords of Hatebreed’s “I Will Be Heard.” As the song rips through the arena, whipping the rabid fans into a frenzy, the curtain flips open. Josie Grey slowly strolls out as the lights spiral, her hands in the pockets of her black varsity jacket. Her mouth is covered by a black Bandana, and on top of her head, a black Superare beanie. She cracks her neck and stops at the top of the ramp, pulling her hands out of her pockets and sliding up her sleeves, before stalking down to the ring.
“Introducing First!/And Her Opponent! From Paris, France, she weighs in at 120 pounds…SHEEEE IS THE PRRRODIGY…JOSIE…GRRRRREEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!”
Josie approaches the ring and makes a sharp turn on her heel towards the steps, stopping at the bottom and taking a knee. She places her hands on the top step and uses it to crack her knuckles, before scurrying to her feet and up to the apron. Josie slows down, taking careful steps as she walks the apron, looking out at the crowd…
NOW I’VE DONE THINGS I REGRET!
AND IT’S TIME TO REVERSE THE ROLES!
I JUST WANT TO MAKE GOOD ON!
ALL THE PROMISES I HAVE MADE
(I Will Be)
Josie rips off her bandana as the fans scream along…
I!
WILL!
BE!
I WILL BE HEARD!
I!
WILL!
BE!
I WILL BE HEEEEARD!
Josie turns and roars through the ropes, making a beeline for the opposite ropes. She jumps and stands on the second rope, slowly cutting at her throat with her thumb before hopping back down and taking off her beanie. She takes off her jacket and tosses it out of the ring,
IF OPPONENT IS ENTERING NEXT: Josie then stalks towards the ramp side ropes and steps through them, standing on the apron, waiting for her opponent.
IF OPPONENT IS IN RING: She approaches her opponent and gets close, nose to nose if applicable, and smirks, talking random shit in French. As the ref separates them, Josie smirks and shoves them away, returning to her corner on her own.
Entrance as Champion: Heh, lets cross THAT bridge when we get to it, oui?
Attire: Black and white varsity jacket, PRODIGY across the back; black SUPERARE beanie; black and white bandana over my mouth
