LYDIA MAY
Your Name: Tyler McNally
How Long Have You Been E-Fedding?: As long as I have the last time I filled one of these out, plus a couple months
E-Mail: jmcnallyt@gmail.com
Instant Messengers?: brucerytel on AIM
Your Wrestler's Pic Base (please use only a real wrestler or MMA Fighter, past or present. If you want to use something else we must approve it 1st): Natalya Neidhart
Your Wrestler's Name: Lydia May
Pro Wrestling Debut: 2006
Trained By: No one in particular, so let's just say a respectable wrestling school in the Minnesota area
Alignment (Face/Heel/Neutral): Face
Associates: None
Short Bio: According to her bio as Slate's manager: "Lydia has been in and out of indy leagues for years, slowly growing bitter at the insistence of many that women in wrestling are nothing more than eye candy. Strong, tough and never afraid to throw a punch, Slate discovered her while watching a show from an old fed of his, and after learning they both desired education of the masses offered her a job as his "personal lumberjack." (Manager, maybe. Never valet.) Slate believes she's the best of the both worlds; if the opponent's not distracted by the sexy, they'll certainly be distracted by the rain of strikes."
Much of this is still valid. She still hates women being seen as nothing but eye candy, and "strong, tough and never afraid to throw a punch" is an accurate description. However, she has since grown weary of Slate, believing he's not only hypocritical but as full of crap as he is of himself. After quitting in lieu of being fired she figured she was done with EWA... until she was contacted by them, not only to be contracted as a wrestler, but to be able to fight alongside the boys. And she couldn't be happier.
HT & WT: 5'8" / 157 lbs.
Age/Date of Birth: 25 / September 14, 1985
Other Accolades/Previous Titles:
Entrance Music: "Without a Fight" by Hoobastank
Entrance Details: Lydia poses at the top of the ramp, then runs down to the ring, full of energy. She slides in under the ropes, then runs up one turnbuckle and poses then another. Then (if she's the first to enter) she cracks her knuckles, staring down the ramp, chomping at the bit for her opponent to come out and fight her.
Location/Place of Birth: St. Paul, Minnesota
Fighting Style: Sports Entertainment, leaning toward American Independent, though her moveset varies wildly depending on who she's facing. She's used to utilizing a power game against smaller female wrestlers, and will happily use that style against anyone she can lift, but against the larger men she'll resort to stiff strikes and the few acrobatic moves in her repertoire.
Finishing Move (can use up to 3):
Blonde Bombshell (Gutwrench Powerbomb)
Mayday (Running Lariat)
Signature Moves (up to 5):
Spinebuster
Top rope Leg Drop
Springboard Enzuigiri
Cloverleaf
Cobra Clutch Backbreaker
Frequent Moves (up to 15):
Fisherman Suplex
Float Over DDT
Fujiwara Armbar
Half Nelson Bulldog
Hangman's Neckbreaker
Missile Dropkick
Multiple back chops
Northern Lights Suplex
Punch flurry at the turnbuckle or ropes
Snap Powerslam
STO
Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker
Vertical Suplex
Sample RP (any size, new applications will not be accepted without one):
Alex.
Alex, Alex, Alex.
For all the intelligence you boast, you sure have none of it.
I'd love to sit here and say that you treated me like shit, but honesty... you really didn't. It was a fair, honest, business relationship. That's fine. However, none of that means that you could control me, or that you owned me, or that you could blame me for every one of your failings. Which, when you really think about it, is pretty goddamn silly. I mean, it ain't like you're losing to Ivan A. Jobalot over here. You're the number one contender for the International Title. You've done quite well for yourself, as you're sure to brag. So how is it that you can still have the huevos to blame me every time you lose?
Oh, wait. I understand. It was my fault because I wasn't there. Because I had accepted an independent booking somewhere else. Which you had agreed upon beforehand. And therefore, maybe should have realized that there was no way I could possibly be at ringside. But that's okay, maybe my mind just isn't as brilliantly advanced as yours, and thus I can't grasp your logic.
But you know what else is great? You don't have to worry about me and these pesky "independent bookings" preventing me from showing up at the Colosseum anymore. Oh, no. Not because you fired me, or to be more accurate, because I quit as you begged for me back, but because I'm now going to be contracted to EWA. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm sure you've heard the rumblings that EWA is becoming a much more progressive organization. Not only are they hiring us girls, but they ain't shackling us to some bullshit divas division. Oh no, we're fighting right alongside you, and if anybody's afraid to hit a girl, well then that'll be a pretty goddamn easy victory.
So then, for your sake Alex, I hope you lose your title match, and Buck Evans retains. Because, well, come on here. Losing to your former valet is embarrassing enough as it is, but dropping the title at the same time? That's so humiliating I don't think you'd ever recover.
Your Name: Tyler McNally
How Long Have You Been E-Fedding?: As long as I have the last time I filled one of these out, plus a couple months
E-Mail: jmcnallyt@gmail.com
Instant Messengers?: brucerytel on AIM
Your Wrestler's Pic Base (please use only a real wrestler or MMA Fighter, past or present. If you want to use something else we must approve it 1st): Natalya Neidhart
Your Wrestler's Name: Lydia May
Pro Wrestling Debut: 2006
Trained By: No one in particular, so let's just say a respectable wrestling school in the Minnesota area
Alignment (Face/Heel/Neutral): Face
Associates: None
Short Bio: According to her bio as Slate's manager: "Lydia has been in and out of indy leagues for years, slowly growing bitter at the insistence of many that women in wrestling are nothing more than eye candy. Strong, tough and never afraid to throw a punch, Slate discovered her while watching a show from an old fed of his, and after learning they both desired education of the masses offered her a job as his "personal lumberjack." (Manager, maybe. Never valet.) Slate believes she's the best of the both worlds; if the opponent's not distracted by the sexy, they'll certainly be distracted by the rain of strikes."
Much of this is still valid. She still hates women being seen as nothing but eye candy, and "strong, tough and never afraid to throw a punch" is an accurate description. However, she has since grown weary of Slate, believing he's not only hypocritical but as full of crap as he is of himself. After quitting in lieu of being fired she figured she was done with EWA... until she was contacted by them, not only to be contracted as a wrestler, but to be able to fight alongside the boys. And she couldn't be happier.
HT & WT: 5'8" / 157 lbs.
Age/Date of Birth: 25 / September 14, 1985
Other Accolades/Previous Titles:
Entrance Music: "Without a Fight" by Hoobastank
Entrance Details: Lydia poses at the top of the ramp, then runs down to the ring, full of energy. She slides in under the ropes, then runs up one turnbuckle and poses then another. Then (if she's the first to enter) she cracks her knuckles, staring down the ramp, chomping at the bit for her opponent to come out and fight her.
Location/Place of Birth: St. Paul, Minnesota
Fighting Style: Sports Entertainment, leaning toward American Independent, though her moveset varies wildly depending on who she's facing. She's used to utilizing a power game against smaller female wrestlers, and will happily use that style against anyone she can lift, but against the larger men she'll resort to stiff strikes and the few acrobatic moves in her repertoire.
Finishing Move (can use up to 3):
Blonde Bombshell (Gutwrench Powerbomb)
Mayday (Running Lariat)
Signature Moves (up to 5):
Spinebuster
Top rope Leg Drop
Springboard Enzuigiri
Cloverleaf
Cobra Clutch Backbreaker
Frequent Moves (up to 15):
Fisherman Suplex
Float Over DDT
Fujiwara Armbar
Half Nelson Bulldog
Hangman's Neckbreaker
Missile Dropkick
Multiple back chops
Northern Lights Suplex
Punch flurry at the turnbuckle or ropes
Snap Powerslam
STO
Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker
Vertical Suplex
Sample RP (any size, new applications will not be accepted without one):
Alex.
Alex, Alex, Alex.
For all the intelligence you boast, you sure have none of it.
I'd love to sit here and say that you treated me like shit, but honesty... you really didn't. It was a fair, honest, business relationship. That's fine. However, none of that means that you could control me, or that you owned me, or that you could blame me for every one of your failings. Which, when you really think about it, is pretty goddamn silly. I mean, it ain't like you're losing to Ivan A. Jobalot over here. You're the number one contender for the International Title. You've done quite well for yourself, as you're sure to brag. So how is it that you can still have the huevos to blame me every time you lose?
Oh, wait. I understand. It was my fault because I wasn't there. Because I had accepted an independent booking somewhere else. Which you had agreed upon beforehand. And therefore, maybe should have realized that there was no way I could possibly be at ringside. But that's okay, maybe my mind just isn't as brilliantly advanced as yours, and thus I can't grasp your logic.
But you know what else is great? You don't have to worry about me and these pesky "independent bookings" preventing me from showing up at the Colosseum anymore. Oh, no. Not because you fired me, or to be more accurate, because I quit as you begged for me back, but because I'm now going to be contracted to EWA. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm sure you've heard the rumblings that EWA is becoming a much more progressive organization. Not only are they hiring us girls, but they ain't shackling us to some bullshit divas division. Oh no, we're fighting right alongside you, and if anybody's afraid to hit a girl, well then that'll be a pretty goddamn easy victory.
So then, for your sake Alex, I hope you lose your title match, and Buck Evans retains. Because, well, come on here. Losing to your former valet is embarrassing enough as it is, but dropping the title at the same time? That's so humiliating I don't think you'd ever recover.
