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No Mercy Wrestling Legends - The continuation of a long running wrestling career roleplay with @Shu. Fiona Chevalier tries to battle her way to the top of professional women's wrestling, making very few friends and a whole lot of enemies along the way.

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Fiona could only watch and wait in her corner of the ring as Ada's entrance upstaged hers by quite a margin. The Neon Diva was just an inch or two taller than Fiona, but looking at those arms and that build, Fiona figured she'd be at a strength disadvantage as usual for her. She found herself wishing she'd made her entrance second, so there'd be less time for the upcoming challenge to sink in. The crowd gave Ada a better welcome than Fiona got, giving her a fresh sinking feeling. She fed off the crowd's energy, using it to bolster her offense and push through the pain when momentum was against her. If she couldn't get them behind her... Come on, got to get it together! I've fought bigger mismatches than this and won before. The crowd support will come, just have to show them what I can do.

She let the referee check over her gear, holding up one leg and then the other, offering both gloved hands as well. The crowd settled in, a low buzz of excitement filling the air as they waited impatiently for the action to kick off. For Fiona, about nine months of training, waiting, and uncertainty had led to this, her No Mercy Wrestling debut at Madison Square Garden.

Ding, ding, ding!

The referee stepped out of the way after signaling for the bell, and the match was underway. Fiona moved out of her corner steadily, meeting Ada in the middle of the ring. Rather than lock into a grapple up high with her, Fiona slid low, slicing her legs together at Ada's knees and ankles, going for a low scissor takedown. If she could trip her up and get her down to the mat, Fiona would immediately try to secure a side headlock to start wearing her down.
Kendra's words of encouragement helped quite a bit, as did the pop from the crowd when Fiona's entrance music started blasting over the speakers, her name coming up in big glittering blue letters on the big screen over a reel of some of her best highlights from the year before. She made her way out of the tunnel and onto the entrance stage with a spin and a smile, holding the inner edges of her jacket and playing it cool, looking a lot less nervous than she was.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!" came through the speakers from the ring announcer. "Making her way to the ring now, from Seattle, Washington... Fiona Chevalieeer!"

Fiona made her way down the ramp with a steady stride, taking in Madison Square Garden and giving out high fives to the fans reaching for her. It was a warm reception, better than she'd expected, enough to put some more energy in her step as she reached the steel stairs and jogged up them to the ring apron. She turned, putting her back to the ropes and throwing the horns to the crowd with a grin, before ducking through into the ring and going to do the same to the other side.

She shrugged off her jacket and set it aside for a staff member to take, and soon after her entrance music faded out. Fiona took another deep breath to fight the nerves, rolling her head back and forth to loosen the neck. Not a rookie anymore, it's time to show everyone what I'm capable of. No matter what happened, Fiona was resolved to fight with all the heart and energy the fans had come to expect from her, and give everyone a great match for her NMW debut.
Well this got awkward as fast as I imagined it would... Fiona was mentally kicking herself for not giving Mr. McKinney the same amount of respect she'd given Mr. Trenton the year prior. A subconscious error, for sure, coupled with the fact that her mind was all over the place at the moment.

She'd been about to follow Gordon's advice when her partner asked to join her in the arena, giving Fiona yet another thing to think about. She didn't know that Kendra wanted to be ringside, and it caught her a little off guard. They were a team, yes, but Ada wouldn't be coming out with backup tonight, as far as Fiona knew. Fiona wanted to stand on her own two feet for her NMW debut, and if the roles were reversed, she wouldn't want to take any of the spotlight away from Kendra, either. Thankfully, Gordon saved her the need to tell her best friend to stay behind.

"No questions, Mr. McKinney. I'm ready to get out there." She gestured for Kendra to follow her down the tunnel towards the arena entrance, waiting until they were out of earshot of Gordon. "We'll get our moment to shine as a tag team soon, I know it. And when you're up for a singles fight, I want all the eyes to be on you, because you deserve it, too." She said that earnestly. Kendra had come a very long way since those first few months as rookie wrestlers. Fiona wanted the crowd to see her as more than just "Fiona's tag partner" or "Fiona's friend." And honestly? It was probably better for her first appearance in the arena to not be just ringside, supporting Fiona.

They arrived at the entrance, where there was nothing to do but wait. Fiona's match was in the middle of the card tonight, but for a grand opening with a name like Isabella Cadiz on the card, she'd take whatever spot she could get.

She exhaled a deep breath, shaking out her hands. "I'm nervous," she admitted. "Lots of new fans out there, and only one chance to make a first impression, right?"
Fiona shook Gordon's hand, a little thankful she was wearing gloves, and a bit annoyed at meeting with anyone from NMW management right before her match, but she absolutely did not let that feeling show. Gordon McKinney was at least part of the reason Fiona was on the card for the grand opening in the first place, though she couldn't say for sure how things were being orchestrated behind the scenes at this early stage. She'd always appreciated the way Mark Trenton ran things, but now she felt like she was in uncharted waters.

"Thank you, Gordon," she replied. "I'm grateful for the chance to compete on our opening night. I won't let the fans down." Fiona really wanted to be preparing herself mentally for the fight right about now, but she also wasn't about to brush off one of her bosses at her first day on the job. Wonder if he paid Ada a visit, too...
For Fiona, July 5th had taken forever to arrive, but somehow in the last week or two it managed to completely sneak up on her. From Fall of 2024 to Summer of 2025 the now 21-year-old wrestler hadn't been able to do any actual wrestling, consigned to simply training and keeping herself in shape after injuring her tag team partner just before the end of No Mercy Women's Wrestling. It did her image no good to have that match in the minds of fans for more than half a year, nor did it do her any good to keep thinking of it while she was trying to train.

She was as nervous as she'd ever been for a match tonight, that annoying butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling refusing to go away, and only ramping up with the noise of the fans as the time for her fight drew near. Fiona felt like she was starting all over again, only this time on a bigger stage, with bigger expectations and bigger stakes. Some fans would have followed her from the old NMWW, but for many, tonight would be their first impression of Fiona Chevalier. She was keenly aware that she'd lost all three of her fights in New York City so far, and tonight she faced another difficult test in the form of Ada Eberhard.

The Neon Diva was a CSW hot shot, a fan favorite, just a little older than Fiona, coming off of an injury of her own and no doubt looking to make a statement in the NMW Women's Division at Fiona's expense. As a newly formed brand, the championship belts were all up for grabs, but you had to prove you deserved a shot at them first. An upset win against Ada Eberhard would be an excellent way to start. On the other hand, if Ada dealt with Fiona like many expected...

I'm overthinking this again. Damn it! I just need to get out there already. She'd changed into her gear early, making her NMW debut in a cross-strap bra top and mini shorts with a leather studded belt, knee-high pads over her wrestling boots and short fingerless gloves to go with it. Purples and blues were normally her colors, but to differentiate from what she expected Ada would wear, Fiona went with a light lavender color with black trim. Her raven hair reached down to between her shoulder blades now, left loose, and over her gear she wore a cropped long sleeve leather jacket, giving her a little extra style for her entrance.

Pacing the halls nearly led her right into her tag team partner, Kendra, prompting a somewhat shaky laugh from Fiona. They'd spent more than enough time together for Kendra to be able to see how jittery Fiona was.

"Hey! How'd your match go?" Kendra looked to be in good spirits and not all beaten up, so Fiona had to assume she'd taken care of business easily enough. Fiona would've loved to have a lower stakes fight to help her get back up to speed, but that wasn't to be. She'd have to play with the hand she was dealt, and hope for the best.



FIONA CHEVALIER


RING ATTIRE:

RING NAME(S): Fiona Chevalier

THEME TRACK: High Hopes

PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: January 8th, 2024

AGE: 21 Y/O (April 7th Birthday)

ROLE: Face

MANAGER: -

ALLIES:

RIVALS:

HEIGHT: 5'5" (165.1 cm)

WEIGHT: 119 lbs (53.9 kg)

FROM: Seattle, Washington

SOCIAL MEDIA USERNAME: @FionaChevs

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BACKGROUND: Fiona grew up with a gymnastics background, the root of her acrobatic style in the ring. When she discovered professional wrestling as an early teen, it was only a matter of time before it overtook her interest in gymnastics, inspired by the likes of AJ Lee, Paige, and later Iyo Sky. After talking her parents (a pair of former Olympic decathletes) into it, they agreed to put their only child into a wrestling school after she graduated high school.

Fiona was very fortunate to begin her career, getting the attention of a talent scout for No Mercy Women's Wrestling just a few weeks before she was slated to make her indie debut, still nineteen years of age. Winning over management at her tryout, she was thrown right into the mix at NMWW, making her debut in Denver where she pulled off the upset against the local favorite, Ash Weathers. Her remarkable rookie year finished with a record of ten wins and six losses, her relatable persona, looks, and youthful energy helping her stand out from the rest of the rather antagonistic No Mercy Women's roster.

Her partnership with Kendra Snipes, her best friend on the roster, carried the two of them into tag team competition as "The Defiant Dream," attempting to stand tall against the many rivals they'd earned in their first months as wrestlers. Despite Kendra's improving performance and an excellent showing at an exhibition in Japan, their tag run ended in disaster when Fiona accidentally injured Kendra during a match against the Beatifics, shortly before getting pinned for the loss.

The new No Mercy Wrestling was still happy to sign Fiona, believing in the potential she clearly has and finding a need for a likable, down-to-earth face on the women's roster. Her fanbase can't match the likes of established champions and veterans with a decade of experience, but Fiona has built a loyal following, and several tense rivalries already in place for NMW to exploit.

Her first month with NMW featured a pair of singles matches where she was able to establish herself as an up-and-coming talent whose performances resonated with fans regardless of the result. Her popularity with fans was proven when they voted her as the #8 seed for August's Rubicon Gauntlet tournament to determine NMW's first women's champion.

Fiona vastly exceeded expectations in the tournament, first with a surprising win over her rival Shin Choon-hee, and then a dramatic extreme rules victory over Tanya Redd, landing her in the semifinal steel cage match against Elina Zamora and Raven Veyn. While her Cinderella run through the tournament came to an end inside the steel cage, Fiona's success in August won her a ton of new fans, and opened the door to a host of new opportunities and challenges.

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WRESTLING STYLE: Win or lose, Fiona always gives everything to put on a great show for the fans. Her wrestling style is high-energy, acrobatic, and fast-paced, at her best when the match is moving quickly. Her offense is graceful, creative, stylish, and even powerful when she can build momentum, and her high-risk aerial maneuvers she uses to try to seal victories are gorgeous to watch and devastating to get hit by. Even her submissions lean towards the acrobatic side. She pushes asides any fears she has in the ring for the sake of her fans, using their energy as an extra reserve of stamina.

Her training and the higher level of competition in NMWW have seen Fiona make great gains in several areas. Her offense has grown more versatile, and she's showing greater resilience, able to survive swings in momentum throughout long matches and keep fighting, even in extreme rules fights.

She still has several major weaknesses to account for. Fiona's reliant on her speed for both offense and defense, lacking in the build and raw power required to go blow-for-blow with stronger opponents. Slowing her by either leaving her breathless or immobilizing her some other way will force her to rely on her poor guarding skills, making her extremely vulnerable. Matches can and have snowballed against her before from this. She is also an emotional wrestler, fueled by the crowd's energy but also susceptible to taunts and manipulation from clever opponents. Her commitment to wrestling cleanly can also be exploited by anyone willing to fight dirty against her.

FINISHER & SIGNATURE MOVES: Shooting Star Press, Shiranui, Springboard Moonsault, Supergirl Punch

SUBMISSION HOLDS: Bridging Fujiwara Armbar, Disarm-her

ACCOLADES: None

MATCH HISTORY
"I am tired," Estelle admitted, gazing into the fire. She ate sparingly, slowly, partly out of manners given that she hadn't done any of the work for this particular meal, and partly because she knew she'd make herself sick if she ate too quickly. Compared to the brute she dined with, Estelle was thin as a rail, and the past few days had seen her grown more worn down still.

The food and the fire's warmth made her want to sleep, but she refused. Ogar, he said his name was. She thought maybe once she heard a name she'd remember why he seemed familiar, but no, nothing came to her. She'd met many people across Durandelle all through her youth, traveling around with her father and brother, but she was quite certain she'd never exchanged any words with this man before. He didn't seem overly practiced in conversation.

"I spoke of bandits, but I suppose I'm the outlaw now," she said, nearly smiling at the thought. "I opposed Duke Devereaux, not knowing that was a crime punishable by death. And now here I am... trying not to die."

She wondered if he'd even believe her. If he'd been wandering this forest for long, there was a chance he hadn't heard of what had befallen Saryonne. Or perhaps he would know exactly who she was now, and take her to the Duke and her uncle himself. Estelle found her patience, her caution, growing remarkably thin. All this running and hiding disagreed with her, and if there was anyone who might sympathize with her plight, it was others who found themselves lost and wandering in a deep, dark forest.

Or at least, that was her hope. She reached forward to cut herself a bit more of the pike.
Almost everything in Estelle told her to get on her feet again and keep running. The fire is a death sentence. That is, if he doesn't kill me himself first. Why didn't he give his name? I can't trust him. And yet... the smell of a cooked fish was like a siren's call. Once he'd lowered his axe, the stranger's mannerisms were gentle enough. If I'm going to die, might as well die with a full belly.

She took her hand away from her sword hilt, cautiously plucking the hunk of fish that was offered to her. "...Thank you," she said at last, sampling the bit of pike. Maybe she was just starving, but it was better than any fish she could remember. Slowly, she got back up and made her way to the nearby running water, keeping the stranger in sight. She knelt down, undoing her bracers and pulling off her gloves, tucking them beneath her sword belt.

The water was cool as she dipped her hands into it, and Estelle briefly worked to clean the mud from her face and hair. "My name is Estelle," she offered, wondering if perhaps being the first to do so would prompt the man to return the favor. "I'm... well I suppose I'm lost in this forest too." She still didn't know what to say to strangers. She was plainly highborn by her accent, so there was no hiding that, but it seemed ill-advised to tell others she was being pursued. Hunted. It invited others to either abandon her to save their own skins, or otherwise try to offer her up to the hunters.

There was no making herself look respectable in the current conditions, but once she was done with the stream she stood tall all the same, finding some measure of composure. She joined the stranger at the fire.

"There are... bandits in this forest, no? And worse? Is a fire not a risk?"
One foot in front of the other. Keep going.

Estelle Lucroy staggered through the forest, well aware that she was lost. She liked to think that she had a good sense of direction, but the sun had gone down and the trees of the YonderTimber had done much to conceal it even before then. Regardless, she didn't even know where she was trying to get to. For now, simply getting away from the hungry blades of the Duke's men would be enough.

They were relentless, ever since they'd failed to spill her blood at the family estate. That was what, a week ago now? It was hard to say, given the way the days and nights had blended together in one nightmare of flight and survival since then. I should've stayed, she thought, stayed and fought with Roland. Better to die defending my home than out here, hunted like some wild game. And die she would have, for there had been a small army of the Duke's thugs sent to squash any resistance. She didn't want to think about what likely happened to Roland, and what was left of the household guard.

Estelle had remained on the move since then, her pack growing lighter every day. She'd been forced to abandon nearly half her supplies on the second night, believing she was safe enough to light a fire and cook, only to draw half a dozen of the Duke's faithful to ambush her. She hadn't slept much since then.

Yesterday she'd grown bold enough, or desperate enough, to enter a small village. She stood out plain as day, as even though her cloak and clothes were filthy from days of woodland travel, they were finely made and tailored, and the lowborn didn't walk around with swords sheathed at their hips. She got the sense that news had traveled of what had occurred in Saryonne, as she found many doors closed to her. Fear was draped over that place like a blanket.

An old widow had taken pity on her, though. Sylvie, she'd called herself, and Estelle accepted her offer of hospitality, filling her belly with a soup that was somehow more disgusting and more delicious than anything she'd ever tasted. Sylvie didn't ask questions, for which Estelle was thankful, instead sharing her own story of the village's woes, bemoaning how their fear had let evil take root in the forest, how the young only ever thought of themselves now. Estelle found it hard to disagree.

She gained precious little rest there, as the Duke's men rode through that night, forcing Estelle to make a quick and quiet escape back into the woods. They no doubt learned that she'd been there from the terrified villagers, and they soon picked up her trail, which Estelle had no great skill at concealing. A few small rivers and streams helped her shake them, but the entire next day she refused to stop.

The heat was oppressive. Estelle's deep brown hair was matted around her face where it was left loose, her long braid in sore need of repair. Her clothes stuck uncomfortably to her skin, and she'd long since taken off the cloak and shoved it in her pack, as there was plenty of space for it. She dared not remove what little armor she had, knowing she might need to fight at any moment. Her stomach rumbled, unsatisfied with a bit of soup the day before. The sun's daily demise was welcome in that it cooled her off, but the darkness settling in was unnerving. So many things came to life at night in the woods, and she couldn't seem to shake that feeling of eyes upon her.

A snap of a twig made her stop in her tracks, frozen, adrenaline suddenly forcing her wide awake, as alert as ever. Her bright green eyes widened, trying to search through the dying light to find the threat. Her hand found her sword hilt, loosening the blade in the sheath. Another noise, a rustling of a bush, from another side. Her heart pounded, making it difficult to hear, and the fear started to take over. Instinct won out, and she ran.

She didn't know how far she went sprinting through the trees. Estelle swatted branches out of her path, going and going until her legs ached, her lungs burned for air, and still her mind told her she needed to put more distance between her and whatever was nipping at her heels.

She saw it too late to react: a fire burning somewhere on the other side of dense brush. Estelle tumbled through, spilling forward into a clearing and falling face down at the side of a stream. She scrambled to right herself, pushing herself up with a grunt of effort, laying eyes on a large man, a large axe, and a fish over the fire. Jumping back with a start, Estelle ended up on her rear, face half-speckled with mud, her hand back on her sword hilt.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice unexpectedly hoarse. She cleared her throat. "What are you doing out here?" He didn't wear the uniform of the Duke's men, or her uncle's. In fact, he seemed somehow vaguely familiar, but Estelle couldn't place why. All she cared to determine for the moment was: friend or foe.
Estelle Lucroy

"It won't be one person that puts a stop to the madness in Durandelle. It has to be all of us, united against this tyranny. Only together can we take back what was stolen from us, and win the future we deserve."



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P R O F I L E
Name
Estelle Lucroy

Height
5’8” (172.8 cm)

Weight
135 lbs (61 kg)

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Age
22

Nationality
Durandelle

Skills
Dueling
Horseback Riding
Medicine
Writing
Mathematics
Geography
Politics

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I N V E N T O R Y
Weapons
Steel Longsword
Steel Dagger (Secondary)

Outfit
Estelle wears a thin gambeson under scattered pieces of leather and plate for protection, mostly in earthen tones, along with leather gloves, leggings, and tall, sturdy boots.

Valuables
Mother's Pendant
Gold pouch, running light
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APPEARANCE
Estelle is a young woman of average height and slim build, not particularly extraordinary in either strength or speed but in good shape and physically fit. She is fair skinned with long, dark brown hair typically half-bound in a messy braid. She has striking light green eyes, rather full brows, and a somewhat upturned, pointed nose. Her youthful features and large eyes make her the opposite of intimidating to look upon, and she has certain tells that give away her noble birth, most notably her excellent posture as well as her speech and manners. It would serve her well to learn how to suppress these instincts.

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MOTIVATION AND OUTLOOK
There is a hero inside Estelle, somewhere, but that side of her is currently at war with a young woman that simply wants to survive, and another side of her still that is angry, with wounded pride. Nearly all that she had was taken from her family, taken from her. As the lady of the house until her father or brother return, it was her duty to safeguard the family legacy, and she failed. She is determined to take back her family's lands and holdings, and make her enemies face justice, either behind the bars of a dungeon cell, or at the end of a blade.

The compassion in her is often able to win out, though, and force her to set aside personal goals that are currently unachievable, and do what she can to help people in need right now. She has skill with a blade, and courage enough to use it. Helping enough people, or the right kind of people, might win her allies she could rally to face the real threat at the heart of her kingdom.

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HISTORY
The Lucroy family are Durandelle nobility that were once united, but in recent decades have become fractured rivals. Estelle was born the second child of Emile and Iris Lucroy, nearly eight years after her older brother, Bastien. Emile was the firstborn son of the previous Lucroy generation, well-respected and admired, and received much in inheritance when his father passed, including lordship over the family lands, a fertile and valuable fief in the west of Durandelle called Saryonne.

Estelle's early life sheltered her from much of the strife in the rest of the kingdom, as was the wish of her parents, for better or worse. Her father and older brother oversaw the region and were generally well-liked by the common folk, fair in their judgments and staunch in defense against outlaws, would-be warlords, monsters, and anything else that threatened Saryonne. Estelle was tutored by her mother, but she was taken by a sickness when Estelle was just eight years old.

That was the first misfortune to darken Estelle's future. Durandelle grew ever more unstable in the years to follow, and Emile began to suspect the king would take drastic action to remedy the situation. Estelle began learning how to manage the region while she was barely adolescent, and her father instructed the castle master-of-arms, Roland, to teach her sword skills when she was old enough to wield one.

At fourteen, the king announced his intentions to lead a host in search of the kingdom's lost blade, Durandal. Emile and Bastien answered the call, believing the journey would not last long. Estelle has not seen them, or any who left with the king, since that day. She ruled with the help of tutors and advisors for the next eight years, resolving disputes and letting Roland lead what few forces remained behind in the fief's defense when threats grew bold enough to challenge them. All things considered, Saryonne remained more stable that some other, less fortunate regions of the kingdom.

Duke Charles Devereaux had been given power in the king's absence, and when the king did not return, the Duke saw fit to leverage his considerable wealth into bringing his own new order upon Durandelle. While his own circle of cronies prospered, the rest of Durandelle began to suffer in his tightening grip. One such crony was Emile Lucroy's younger brother, Gauthier, who had long had eyes upon the Saryonne region, and now had the opportunity to seize it.

Taking the land by force was not Charles' first choice, as Estelle remained unmarried (and quite weary of greedy land-hungry suitors). When Estelle unwittingly revealed at court how strongly opposed to the Duke's recent ascension she was, it became clear a strong hand was necessary. The assault was justified by a flimsy declaration that Estelle had never officially inherited the Saryonne region, and that with Emile's firstborn son gone with him, lordship passed by law to Emile's younger brother, Gauthier. A good many men with swords were brought along to oversee the change in leadership, expecting trouble.

They arrived unannounced, and at the first sign of resistance, started killing. Roland persuaded Estelle to flee through a secret passageway known to only a few in her father's service, staying behind to buy her time. So began Estelle's journey into the wild, into the chaos that Durandelle had become.

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RELATIONSHIPS AND OPINIONS
I'll keep track of Estelle's thoughts towards notable characters she meets on her journey here.

- To be expanded.

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COMBAT OVERVIEW
Strengths: Estelle trained in dueling all through her teenage years, and has become skilled in swordplay in single combat. Though not impressively strong, she has power enough to wield a blade with grace and precision, solid footwork, and good instincts. She can make short work of unskilled opponents or mindless monsters, provided the fight is reasonably fair and the battlefield not overly disadvantageous to her. She is also a skilled rider, and can handle a blade from the saddle well enough if the need arises.

Weaknesses: Training for duels hasn't prepared Estelle for many real world combat scenarios; fighting outnumbered or against unorthodox foes will be an adventure for her. Her toughness is also a concern, as Estelle fights lightly armored to maintain her quickness, and she is no experienced veteran of war. She has a long way to go, both physically and mentally, to become the warrior she has the potential to be.
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