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Description

Age: 21

Fighting Style: Wrestling, Grappling, Submissions, Striking

Growing up on the high end of life, Vale was given her status as one of the popular girls at school. Her father was an accountant, while her mother worked in real estate during her teen years. At high school, she had her place on the throne of the popular kids, often gossipping on crushes and tv shows. She seemed to be in a great place in life, until her senior graduation that is.
Originally, her mother was meant to drive her around to get everything set for what can be seen at the time, as the biggest day in her life. But word reached her and her dear father about an "important business meeting" her mother was tending to, otherwise her job would have been at risk. As glum as they were, she promised that she'd show up to graduation and take pictures of her girl now a graduate. But then comes the day, her father dropped her off as the school prepared. She walked in line with others but had yet to see her guardians amongst the crowd of parental figures, cheering their kindred in gowns except for hers. And so, it stayed like that after the ceremony as an hour passed. And then another, and then another, and then another...
Eventually one of her close friends decided to drive and drop her off. Leading up the stairs was an open front door, and the driveway was seen with one family car parked: her father's. In the kitchen sat her father, head in hands and normally clean hair now messy and matted as if danced on to their own accord. Through tearful eyes and sniffles, he shared the horrible news. Her mother had been in an affair with one of her clients. This news hit like a speeding train for young Vale. Her cloud of sunshine now evaporated. One half of her life she thought she knew was now shattered and broken off. The divorce that followed suit didn't help either. While her father got to keep custody of her only daughter, her mother took the house. She had not wanted anything to do with them anymore. They had no other choice but to move, a move that they were not only forced to do; but to move on from all of it, even if some deep questions refused to be answered. None of them knew what could have led to such a path and if anything could have been done about it. Those questions may never be answered.
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Skylynn had never gotten used to where she is now. Her once quiet neighborhood in the hills was now replaced by the bustling sounds of Brooklyn, New York. Sounds of folk walking and talking about, while the loud engines of cars roared through the streets. Their new house wasn't as bad as she thought, though she still preferred the home she was raised in for years. Her father got back into his job as an accountant despite the incident being fresh in his mind two years later. All her old friends flew down on her eighteenth birthday to get together and hang out. They drove out to quite a fancy bar one night. The drinks did the job and the music flowed through them like a wind breeze blowing through. And yet, she still couldn't shake the dread she had from two years back.
Though she snapped out of it after a rowdy city girl ended up drinking a bit too much and harassing a poor lad at the end of the bar. Something jolted her to take action as soon as the girl in question got violently physical, attempting to strike a head or two with a shot glass. She rose from her seat and sprinted at full speed, grabbing the wrist that had the glass in it. The struggle ended with Vale managing to lift the girl off the air before slamming her to the ground and restraining her before security came and handled the situation, hauling the drunk girl away. Taking a breather after such events, she heard the voice of an older lady laughing next to her.
A blonde lady in a grey fur coat in her fifties enjoying a martini and having watched the thing go down. Sky was confused and asked about the laughter. The lady, named Mariah, explained that such a takedown took her back to her younger days when a friend of hers was still around. Prompting to know further, Mariah told her all about Ella Ermansteed competing in professional wrestling, making practically a house name for herself back in the day.
She went on about her strength, feats, and the cheers she gets from people worldwide Unfortunately, an in-ring injury had claimed her years back, her memory living in the hearts of others. Before Vale had to go back to her friend group, Mariah told her to look up the name and see what she said for herself. After getting home that night, she got on her computer and found plenty of footage of Ella, seeming to have come from way before her time, but surprisingly preserved pretty well. She watched on, seeing all the wins and falls Ella took, all the different faces she fought against. This all interested her in a way.
She never really turned an eye toward wrestling before. In her mind at the time, she thought it was only a boy's thing, the main faces she would often see associated with the sport would be big muscular guys in tights and other wacky outfits. While she did find some of the guys cute, she never got interested in the sport itself, let alone fighting. However, what she saw interested her to a degree. Was it for the yearning to escape from what her mother had done to her? An outlet of sorts? She discussed it with her father while at dinner one time, he noted how lively she's been about it since the incident. It wouldn't leave her head, she wanted more of what she saw. Not as a spectator, but AS someone to square off with. Of course, she did keep in mind going pro wasn't an easy task in the slightest, she wasn't going to be a top star in less than a day and a lot of the money they had wasn't enough to afford a trip to try out in any indie leagues. But she needed something similar to what Ella had all those years ago. What could she do?
She gave it a lot of thought, on a night walk she took from getting a snack at the cafe, she saw a crowd of people up ahead in one of the alleyways. The sounds of excitement, the muffled voice of someone on a megaphone shouting. BARELY seeing over someone's shoulder, she saw it. Two guys going at, the crowd circled them cheering either one on. They weren't just throwing wild punches either as you'd see with other break-out fights, they were coordinated, calculated, and aimed at certain parts with precision. The fight soon ended with a jump kick to the temple by one of the fighters, knocking the other out to the ground, and sending the crowd into a frenzy. The man with the speaker commentated with great enthusiasm and called everyone to collect bet money from him.
What she saw amazed her. It was some enhanced version of a street fight, an organized one at best. She needed to know more. She went up to the guy on the megaphone and asked what had just transpired in front of her. He went on to explain how it worked. Anyone with proper fighting experience could sign up and take on others in either one-on-one matchups or other special rules by the ones in charge. This is what she needed; THIS is could make up for what she had wanted to do!
She told her dad about when going out for dinner once, which he was VERY hesitant about since what she told him about was WAY different from pro wrestling. He even mentioned how she didn't have any proper fighting experience. That was until a familiar voice spoke up. It was Mariah, the lady from the bar that night. She had known a guy that can train her under the right circumstances. As much of an old grouch he was though, he still had a fighting spirit, even if it was spent kicking drunkards out of pubs. She drove Vale out to his apartment and the two had been introduced. Mariah was right, he was cut out to train a lass like her.
He taught her strikes, slams, submissions, and some helpful tips that she needed that ANY rookie fighter needed in case of rookie mistakes. She signed up, took up starting fights, and soon she got the very hang of everything. This was exactly what she wanted, even if her name was going to be passed around in Brooklyn.

Description

Age: 21

Fighting Style: Wrestling, Grappling, Submissions, Striking

Growing up on the high end of life, Vale was given her status as one of the popular girls at school. Her father was an accountant, while her mother worked in real estate during her teen years. At high school, she had her place on the throne of the popular kids, often gossipping on crushes and tv shows. She seemed to be in a great place in life, until her senior graduation that is.
Originally, her mother was meant to drive her around to get everything set for what can be seen at the time, as the biggest day in her life. But word reached her and her dear father about an "important business meeting" her mother was tending to, otherwise her job would have been at risk. As glum as they were, she promised that she'd show up to graduation and take pictures of her girl now a graduate. But then comes the day, her father dropped her off as the school prepared. She walked in line with others but had yet to see her guardians amongst the crowd of parental figures, cheering their kindred in gowns except for hers. And so, it stayed like that after the ceremony as an hour passed. And then another, and then another, and then another...
Eventually one of her close friends decided to drive and drop her off. Leading up the stairs was an open front door, and the driveway was seen with one family car parked: her father's. In the kitchen sat her father, head in hands and normally clean hair now messy and matted as if danced on to their own accord. Through tearful eyes and sniffles, he shared the horrible news. Her mother had been in an affair with one of her clients. This news hit like a speeding train for young Vale. Her cloud of sunshine now evaporated. One half of her life she thought she knew was now shattered and broken off. The divorce that followed suit didn't help either. While her father got to keep custody of her only daughter, her mother took the house. She had not wanted anything to do with them anymore. They had no other choice but to move, a move that they were not only forced to do; but to move on from all of it, even if some deep questions refused to be answered. None of them knew what could have led to such a path and if anything could have been done about it. Those questions may never be answered.
---
Skylynn had never gotten used to where she is now. Her once quiet neighborhood in the hills was now replaced by the bustling sounds of Brooklyn, New York. Sounds of folk walking and talking about, while the loud engines of cars roared through the streets. Their new house wasn't as bad as she thought, though she still preferred the home she was raised in for years. Her father got back into his job as an accountant despite the incident being fresh in his mind two years later. All her old friends flew down on her eighteenth birthday to get together and hang out. They drove out to quite a fancy bar one night. The drinks did the job and the music flowed through them like a wind breeze blowing through. And yet, she still couldn't shake the dread she had from two years back.
Though she snapped out of it after a rowdy city girl ended up drinking a bit too much and harassing a poor lad at the end of the bar. Something jolted her to take action as soon as the girl in question got violently physical, attempting to strike a head or two with a shot glass. She rose from her seat and sprinted at full speed, grabbing the wrist that had the glass in it. The struggle ended with Vale managing to lift the girl off the air before slamming her to the ground and restraining her before security came and handled the situation, hauling the drunk girl away. Taking a breather after such events, she heard the voice of an older lady laughing next to her.
A blonde lady in a grey fur coat in her fifties enjoying a martini and having watched the thing go down. Sky was confused and asked about the laughter. The lady, named Mariah, explained that such a takedown took her back to her younger days when a friend of hers was still around. Prompting to know further, Mariah told her all about Ella Ermansteed competing in professional wrestling, making practically a house name for herself back in the day.
She went on about her strength, feats, and the cheers she gets from people worldwide Unfortunately, an in-ring injury had claimed her years back, her memory living in the hearts of others. Before Vale had to go back to her friend group, Mariah told her to look up the name and see what she said for herself. After getting home that night, she got on her computer and found plenty of footage of Ella, seeming to have come from way before her time, but surprisingly preserved pretty well. She watched on, seeing all the wins and falls Ella took, all the different faces she fought against. This all interested her in a way.
She never really turned an eye toward wrestling before. In her mind at the time, she thought it was only a boy's thing, the main faces she would often see associated with the sport would be big muscular guys in tights and other wacky outfits. While she did find some of the guys cute, she never got interested in the sport itself, let alone fighting. However, what she saw interested her to a degree. Was it for the yearning to escape from what her mother had done to her? An outlet of sorts? She discussed it with her father while at dinner one time, he noted how lively she's been about it since the incident. It wouldn't leave her head, she wanted more of what she saw. Not as a spectator, but AS someone to square off with. Of course, she did keep in mind going pro wasn't an easy task in the slightest, she wasn't going to be a top star in less than a day and a lot of the money they had wasn't enough to afford a trip to try out in any indie leagues. But she needed something similar to what Ella had all those years ago. What could she do?
She gave it a lot of thought, on a night walk she took from getting a snack at the cafe, she saw a crowd of people up ahead in one of the alleyways. The sounds of excitement, the muffled voice of someone on a megaphone shouting. BARELY seeing over someone's shoulder, she saw it. Two guys going at, the crowd circled them cheering either one on. They weren't just throwing wild punches either as you'd see with other break-out fights, they were coordinated, calculated, and aimed at certain parts with precision. The fight soon ended with a jump kick to the temple by one of the fighters, knocking the other out to the ground, and sending the crowd into a frenzy. The man with the speaker commentated with great enthusiasm and called everyone to collect bet money from him.
What she saw amazed her. It was some enhanced version of a street fight, an organized one at best. She needed to know more. She went up to the guy on the megaphone and asked what had just transpired in front of her. He went on to explain how it worked. Anyone with proper fighting experience could sign up and take on others in either one-on-one matchups or other special rules by the ones in charge. This is what she needed; THIS is could make up for what she had wanted to do!
She told her dad about when going out for dinner once, which he was VERY hesitant about since what she told him about was WAY different from pro wrestling. He even mentioned how she didn't have any proper fighting experience. That was until a familiar voice spoke up. It was Mariah, the lady from the bar that night. She had known a guy that can train her under the right circumstances. As much of an old grouch he was though, he still had a fighting spirit, even if it was spent kicking drunkards out of pubs. She drove Vale out to his apartment and the two had been introduced. Mariah was right, he was cut out to train a lass like her.
He taught her strikes, slams, submissions, and some helpful tips that she needed that ANY rookie fighter needed in case of rookie mistakes. She signed up, took up starting fights, and soon she got the very hang of everything. This was exactly what she wanted, even if her name was going to be passed around in Brooklyn.