Post by Angelica James on Feb 13, 2011 23:51:56 GMT -5
"Intense.
Insane.
Iconic.
As a person, Angelica James is unlike the majority of her peers. She appeals more to the Hollywood style of celebrity than even 'Hollywood' Hulk Hogan. She attends more MTV Awards than The Rock, and probably wouldn't look to shabby in a Tarantino film. If you approach her, you're more likely to get a balking opinion of the latest White Stripes album than any insight into the stereotyped world of professional wrestling but, for whatever reason, you just can't stop listening. At barely five feet five inches tall, the notoriously violent and habit-riddled redhead lets her voice propell her, weighing in at a hefty Canadian tonne when it comes to anything from punk rock to politics. A little familliar? Of course. But instead of acting out your usual Angelina Jolie or Avril Lavigne, this young lady's fists are possibly the only thing more potent than her outlook on the world.
She entered wrestling via the wide world of street fighting, enticed by one of New York's underground not-so-prettyboys when she met Kellen Kinkade while attending art school there. But don't worry, she was already well on her way with drug and alcohol abuse before meeting Kinkade - far be it for Angelica to be influenced by a man. From a less-than-successful run on the underground fight circuit, she became known as a little girl with a propensity for pain. Truer than her unbreakable spirit is Angie's body - tattooed and scarred, but able to take punishment that even the hardest drill sergent would cringe at. She's fared several hardcore titles, even worldwide gold in her earlier days, and remains able to compete at any level she wishes. Her performance depends on the day, but her resilliance is a constant.
At 22 years old, you wouldn't expect the woman to have a marriage, and so many trysts under her belt, but Angelica James' personal life has always proven to be as interesting as the twists and turns she provides in the wrestling ring. In fact, not even this article - or an entire magazine, for that matter - could rightfully serve as a summary of her tumultous existance thus far..."
The camera pans out to show Angelica James sitting down, with looking at the pages in a Rolling Stone magazine.
"Rolling Stone. An iconic magazine. That's what they think of me. Let Tsukino Meiou it, I'm nothing more than a clone. a very bad one at that.
Shows how much he does his homework.
Luckily, I'm different. I make sure to study my opponents, instead of just jump to stereotypical assumptions. Roshan Nocturne did that, and you see she's not in this tournament anymore. So as Meiou goes down the same path, I can't help but chuckle. He claims this is his tournament, but yet he's never won it. He's no better than anyone else still with a chance as none of us have reigned supreme.
An opportunity like this doesn't come often. You're right, I'm looking to take the fast track to success, but I'm willing to bust my ass on this track to grab the brass ring. You think you know my style.. hell, you claimed to have invented it.
Cool.
If you think at 40 years old, you can keep up with me, good for you. I hope you can. But if your plan is to sit around and wait for me to tire out, then you need to go back to the drawing board.. cause you won't last that long. I'ma have you gasping for air before it gets to that point.
If you haven't gotten the message yet.. I'm not sweating you. I'm not worried. I'm not the least bit scared. I've dealt with guys like you. Guys who are legends in their own minds. But like I said, I've my research.. and your midcard status seems to be eternal no matter where you go.
This may be your one and only chance to get to the main event. This may be your Ronnie Garvin moment. But just like Garvin, no one would care. Everyone would shit on it.
But thanks to me, they won't have to deal with it. Cause at Crowning Glory, I end the ridiculous notion you have, that you can win this thing. I beat you at your own game. I show you and the world, that in this game of human chess...
The Dark King ain't shit, compared to this Queen."
Fade.
Insane.
Iconic.
As a person, Angelica James is unlike the majority of her peers. She appeals more to the Hollywood style of celebrity than even 'Hollywood' Hulk Hogan. She attends more MTV Awards than The Rock, and probably wouldn't look to shabby in a Tarantino film. If you approach her, you're more likely to get a balking opinion of the latest White Stripes album than any insight into the stereotyped world of professional wrestling but, for whatever reason, you just can't stop listening. At barely five feet five inches tall, the notoriously violent and habit-riddled redhead lets her voice propell her, weighing in at a hefty Canadian tonne when it comes to anything from punk rock to politics. A little familliar? Of course. But instead of acting out your usual Angelina Jolie or Avril Lavigne, this young lady's fists are possibly the only thing more potent than her outlook on the world.
She entered wrestling via the wide world of street fighting, enticed by one of New York's underground not-so-prettyboys when she met Kellen Kinkade while attending art school there. But don't worry, she was already well on her way with drug and alcohol abuse before meeting Kinkade - far be it for Angelica to be influenced by a man. From a less-than-successful run on the underground fight circuit, she became known as a little girl with a propensity for pain. Truer than her unbreakable spirit is Angie's body - tattooed and scarred, but able to take punishment that even the hardest drill sergent would cringe at. She's fared several hardcore titles, even worldwide gold in her earlier days, and remains able to compete at any level she wishes. Her performance depends on the day, but her resilliance is a constant.
At 22 years old, you wouldn't expect the woman to have a marriage, and so many trysts under her belt, but Angelica James' personal life has always proven to be as interesting as the twists and turns she provides in the wrestling ring. In fact, not even this article - or an entire magazine, for that matter - could rightfully serve as a summary of her tumultous existance thus far..."
The camera pans out to show Angelica James sitting down, with looking at the pages in a Rolling Stone magazine.
"Rolling Stone. An iconic magazine. That's what they think of me. Let Tsukino Meiou it, I'm nothing more than a clone. a very bad one at that.
Shows how much he does his homework.
Luckily, I'm different. I make sure to study my opponents, instead of just jump to stereotypical assumptions. Roshan Nocturne did that, and you see she's not in this tournament anymore. So as Meiou goes down the same path, I can't help but chuckle. He claims this is his tournament, but yet he's never won it. He's no better than anyone else still with a chance as none of us have reigned supreme.
An opportunity like this doesn't come often. You're right, I'm looking to take the fast track to success, but I'm willing to bust my ass on this track to grab the brass ring. You think you know my style.. hell, you claimed to have invented it.
Cool.
If you think at 40 years old, you can keep up with me, good for you. I hope you can. But if your plan is to sit around and wait for me to tire out, then you need to go back to the drawing board.. cause you won't last that long. I'ma have you gasping for air before it gets to that point.
If you haven't gotten the message yet.. I'm not sweating you. I'm not worried. I'm not the least bit scared. I've dealt with guys like you. Guys who are legends in their own minds. But like I said, I've my research.. and your midcard status seems to be eternal no matter where you go.
This may be your one and only chance to get to the main event. This may be your Ronnie Garvin moment. But just like Garvin, no one would care. Everyone would shit on it.
But thanks to me, they won't have to deal with it. Cause at Crowning Glory, I end the ridiculous notion you have, that you can win this thing. I beat you at your own game. I show you and the world, that in this game of human chess...
The Dark King ain't shit, compared to this Queen."
Fade.