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I enjoy adventure stories with action, comedy and drama. Also I’m a huge fan of Star Wars, Mass Effect and Dragon Age. Not very good with romance to be honest. I will not roleplay with smut to be quite honest. Also no graphic torture stuff whatsoever because I will have no part of it.

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Hearing their cheers Isabella climbed onto the railing with her back to Pysko. Best not to disappoint. The rookie thought with a grin. Then she flipped into a moonsault in the air, attempting to slam her weight upon Pysko.
It had became a world of hurt for Isabella. Nevertheless, she refused to tap out even she gritted her teeth from the immense torment. Her stubbornness was reinforced upon being cheered as Bella by a number of the fans. Upon being freed she forced herself even as her back was searing in agony. She rushed forward, countering Psyko’s attack with a superkick.
Isabella’s eyes widened in alarm as Pysko ducked from her attack. A moment later she was hit by a super kick, knocking the wind out of her and fell to the ground. She barely had time to register what happened before being lifted up in a powerbomb. Then she crashed into the weaponized tables, letting out an agonized shriek.

Her back suffering twofold pain Isabella laid there. Fighting back tears and the injuries sustained, the rookie slowly forced herself to crawl to the ring. Amidst all the noise and madness she rolled back into the ring. Soon enough Isabella tried to get up using the ropes as leverage.
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Real Name: Isabella Cortez
Height: 5’1 ft
Build: 114lbs

Personality: Competitive, thrill seeker, easily provoked and eager to prove herself.
Hometown: El Paso, Texas
Profession before becoming Wrestler: Waitress
Signature Moves: Bulldog, Dropkick, Headscissors Takedown, Elbow Smash and Spinning Heel Kick
Finisher Moves: Springboard Forearm Smash and Moonsault
Back to her feet Isabella watched Pysko roll out of the ring. She grimaced at how much pain the previous referee as the medics came in and his replacement entered. Hearing the crowd chant her name made the rookie smile again and raised her fists in the air. Looking back at Pysko and noting what she's doing Isabella grabbed the chair still in the ring and slid out the side of the ring.

Sneaking up on her opponent while she was finishing her preparations Isabella suddenly charged again. Then the rookie would attempt to hit Pysko with the chair.

Taken off guard by sudden reversal Isabella now found herself in a similar trap. Struggling within the grip the rookie then shrieked when Pysko stabbed her forehead with a fork. Only the referee’s intervention prevented further injury. Freed the Latina dropped to her knees, coughed and grasped her forehead as it bled.

Seeing small crimson spots on her left hand Isabella gritted her teeth. While Pysko was busy with the referee and the audience let out their displeasure, Isabella sprang up. She ran to the ropes before rebounding from them. Rushing back to Pysko who just punishing the official Isabella let out a battle cry as she jumped with both feet to strike her opponent with a dropkick.

The rookie fell to the side after the collision. Sitting up in the ring she grinned at her success, hearing the crowd’s collective shock. That smile turned into disgusted scowl upon seeing Pysko lick her own blood. Getting to her feet Isabella muttered.

“Is she really crazy?”

Narrowing her eyes she stood defiantly in the center of the ring when Pysko stepped after coming back in. Nose to nose Isabella didn’t need a translator to understand Pysko’s boast.

“Bring it on, freak!” She yelled before attempting to use both arms to trap Pysko in a side headlock.

The wind knocked out of her Isabella fell to the ropes before bouncing off them. She collapsed face first onto the canvas. Wincing the rookie struggled to get up. Felt that one. The Texan thought to herself. Looking up she saw Psyko was outside the ring messing with the crowd.

Scowling in anger Isabella finally got to her feet. Taking advantage of Psyko’s showboating she waited for the Japanese to come back with her next weapon. As soon as Pysko reached and was climbing up in the ring Isabella charged. Subsequently she would launch herself in a spear maneuver with her shoulders toward Psyko’s gut.

Isabella tried to hide her nervousness from view upon hearing that familiar theme. Her suspicions were confirmed when Psyko stormed out with a car of hardcore weapons. The rookie cautiously came out of her corner as her Japanese opponent. Getting into a wrestling stance meters away she watched as Psyko spit out purple mist.

Raising a confused eyebrow at Psyko when she spoke in Japanese then attacked before the bell rang. The chair came flying and Isabella only had enough time to raise her arms over her face and shoulders. Upon impact the rookie fell back a few meters, arms burning from pain. Gritting her teeth to endure, she looked up but only to be met with Psyko’s next attack.

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