Post by nfxak on Dec 12, 2017 12:42:44 GMT -5
Other Aliases: I’ve always been and will always be just me. Though I was dancing as “Inferno” at the Tangerine Iguana ...but forget I said that.
Representing: Forget what others may tell you. I represent myself and no one. Just because I’m part of a company and work with two other women, that doesn’t mean I’m still not just me.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs.
Billed Hometown: I was born and raised in the big city, Los Angeles, California. That where I learned how to survive in the backyard scene, where I worked the pole to pay my way through wrestling school, and where I finally broke out as The Cult Classic.
Date of Birth: Semptember 2nd, 1982; Yeah, I’m middle aged but who cares, my girls still look good and I can probably kick your ass.
Professional Debut Date: December, 2010. Feels like a fucking lifetime ago.
Past Injuries & Surgeries: Nah, my bones are practically unbreakable. Or I’d like to think they were.
Disposition: True Neutral
Gimmick: I smoke cigarettes and drink booze. I don’t let the world tell me what to do with my body or tell me that the shit I do is innappropriate. I told you at the beginning of this. I’m Rachel Cole. I do what I fucking want to do. Right now, I want to team up with two other bitches to run roughshod over this place ...and any other company we want to. What’s that? You have some criticism about me working for Netflix? Good for you. I don’t give a shit what you think. Money is money and beating the shit out of a bunch of a little assholes who think they are hard is fun. If I can make some bank while doing it, why not?
Pic Base: Some fuckers tell me I look like Kat Dennings
Contract Deal: I guess when you are, you are back. Full Time for me.
Entrance Attire: I’ll probably wear a beanie of some sort to the ring, but that is about fucking it.
Theme Song: "Black Sheep" by Metric
Entrance Description:
How the fuck would I know what the entrance is. I come out with three other women. We haven’t really talked about something so fucking trivial yet. Talk to Sylvia when she sends you the team applications. That is where you will find that shit.
As Champion Entrance Description:
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Coup de Grâce Entrance Description: [This is a unique, over-the-top entrance for our season finale PPV.]
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Relationship: She’s a persistent cunt who kept bugging me until I said yet to her proposition. And now I’m stuck with her
Pic Base: She looks like that buxom girl from Community, MadMen and GLOW. I think her name was Alison Brie or some shit like that.
Gimmick: She is real fucking annoying ...and I guess that obnoxiousness will come handy at ringside when we are in a bind.
Finisher (Description): Deep 13 (630 Splash)
Set-up [Optional] (Description): Chaos Theater (Ranhei)
Strengths:
1. I don’t care about my own personal safety and will be willing to risk life and limb just to take some dumb fucker out who attempts to cross me.
2. Let’s face it. I’m a fucking veteran. I know my shit around the ring. Sure, maybe I am not as nuanced with rest holds and submissions, but holding three titles at once when I was just starting out, sort of proves that I ‘m going to know what I’m doing.
3. I don’t feel pain a lot of the time. You can hit me whatever you have, but I probably won’t feel it too badly. I’m durable as fuck and I will keep coming at you.
Weaknesses:
1. Booze
2. I have a tendency to be what Brianna calls apathetic. I call it not giving a shit about stuff I don’t care about. Like the fans. They can cheer me if they want, but I’d still do what I did if they weren’t there.
3. I dunno. I’m pretty fucking awesome.
Favorite Match Stipulation: Not a surprise, but I thrive in a more balls to the wall atmosphere. Deathmatches (Michael Bay or otherwise), hardcore matches, Last Person Standing, I Quit matches. That is my shit!
Favorite Weapon: Aluminum baseball bat sounds fun to crack over someone’s head, doesn’t it? Let’s go with that.
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AERIAL MOVES
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Union Battleground Championships: I’ll eventually win all of them.
Union Battleground Valor Awards: I don’t fucking know what those are.
Other Notable Promotions: I was in a place ...
Other Notable Championships: ...and I did some things
Other Notable Awards: Probably
Biography: Do we really have to go through this again? Fine. If you fuckers insist. I grew up in L.A ...okay fine ...I grew up in Irvine, California to a wealthy family. But I didn’t really start to grow until I left all of that behind to pursue my love of a professional wrestling, something mommy and daddy couldn’t fucking understand. What was there to understand? I was a fucking masochist who liked jumping off of things. No medical programs or law firms for me like my sisters. Once I discovered backyard wrestling, that was IT. I packed up my things and left for the big fucking city where I immediately learned the wonders of alcoholism, drug use, and having to sell your body to make a buck. Sorry for you assholes expecting a moral here, but sometimes a girl has to use what she was given to make her way into the industry. Yeah, it is an unfair system and totally not feminist friendly, but that was the system I was in at the time. And you know what? I actually did fucking break through.
Well, for a bit.
It was a rags to riches story if there ever was one. Stripper, Hooters Girl, and sometimes Very expensive escort makes it big in the wrestling industry in a matter of a month. It sounds too good to be true ...and it sort of was. Nah, I’m not going to fuck with you here. It wasn’t too good to be true, I just fucked it all up. Who can blame me for thinking that I was invulnerable; that I could do whatever I wanted? I was probably the most debaucherous woman in wrestling and yet I was a huge star in the wrestling industry. Let me repeat myself, I held three fucking titles at once. Two for different promotions and one as an inter-promotion dealie. For a shining moment in time, I was the best in the world. So, of course, I thought I was an Unstoppable Force (minus the gimmick infringement.) But that became to take a toll as I attempted to branch out from the company I was in. I started no showing, thinking I was too important and could blow off my responsibilities. And soon? Soon I was out of a job and nobody would take me in. It didn’t matter if I was THE premiere female wrestler of 2011, promotions saw me as something of a curse. A trainwreck that nobody wanted to deal with because she would either puke all over the place or just wouldn’t show up.
So ...my fifteen of fame were up. What was bohemian supposed to do?
I couldn’t go back home, so I just went back to what I was doing. Afterall, my time in the spotlight helped me make a mint so I could at least buy a house. I had a roof over my head and could pay the mortgage. But besides that, yeah, I went back to doing the “make money off your body” thing. The thought was that it was just a phase; that I would get back into wrestling when the head died out. Six years later, there I was , still giving lap dances to desperate, lonely old men. And only in the back of my head would I say “what the hell happened to you?
That was, of course, changed the day that Sylvia Hanson came in looking for me. Wanted me in her troupe of badass women shilling Netflix. I tried to turn her down, but the chance at that glory; the chance to get it right was too good to pass up.
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Roster Last Updated: 12/29/2017
