Post by SammieSinclair on Jul 15, 2014 13:54:31 GMT
Irma Irons
Match Archive
Name: Irma Irons.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 125lbs.
Nationality: English.
Fighting Attire: Raven black two piece, tank top and shorts along with elbow and knee pads. Her boots
are calf high, scuffed and heavy duty.
Heel/Face: Heel.
Gimmick: Rude, Crude, But Never Prude.
Fighting Style: Ground and Pound, Power.
Finishing Move:
Road Kill (Running Spear).
Curb Stomp (Running Boot).
Suck it Bytch!! (Electric Chair Cradle Bomb)
10 Common Moves:
Reverse Bearhug.
Double Knee Drop.
Vertical Suplex.
Piledriver.
DDT.
Neckbreaker.
Sidewalk Slam/Backbreaker.
Iron Fist!! (Superman Punch)
Stomp.
Corner Slam.
Turnbuckle Head Smash.
Prior Experience: All my life Bitch!
Manager/Valet: None.
Description:
In the face of adversity, there are those who will aspire to overcome it, to aspire to greatness. Irma
Irons would be far happier to just drag you right back down to her level.
Born into a large family, with three brothers, two sisters and living on the wrong side of poverty, Irma’s
early life was a difficult one. And yet, inspired by the hard work of her parents, their tireless efforts to
improve the lives of their children, she persevered, determined to help in any way she could. Straight
from school she entered work, bouncing from one temp agency to the next in an effort to raise a worthy
pay check whilst cleaning up the mess other folks would rather pretend did not exist.
She tried. She tried hard.
And then she stopped caring.
Bitterness crept in as the years went by, resentment at those who prospered while she didn’t, picking up
their trash purely by a happenstance of fate. Resentment turned to anger, and anger turned to hate, her
growing spite focused on those had progressed further because, as she saw it, they were born in a better
starting position.
Hate turned to violence, and Irma soon progressed from bar fights to the professional kind, delighted to
find a profession that not only welcomed her need to release her spite, but paid her for the privilege.
She welcomed each new night with an intensity that got her noticed, and more than anything she
welcomed the opportunity to put her desires into practice.
The higher the pedestal, the more she wants to kick your Bitch Ass right off it!
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 125lbs.
Nationality: English.
Fighting Attire: Raven black two piece, tank top and shorts along with elbow and knee pads. Her boots
are calf high, scuffed and heavy duty.
Heel/Face: Heel.
Gimmick: Rude, Crude, But Never Prude.
Fighting Style: Ground and Pound, Power.
Finishing Move:
Road Kill (Running Spear).
Curb Stomp (Running Boot).
Suck it Bytch!! (Electric Chair Cradle Bomb)
10 Common Moves:
Reverse Bearhug.
Double Knee Drop.
Vertical Suplex.
Piledriver.
DDT.
Neckbreaker.
Sidewalk Slam/Backbreaker.
Iron Fist!! (Superman Punch)
Stomp.
Corner Slam.
Turnbuckle Head Smash.
Prior Experience: All my life Bitch!
Manager/Valet: None.
Description:
In the face of adversity, there are those who will aspire to overcome it, to aspire to greatness. Irma
Irons would be far happier to just drag you right back down to her level.
Born into a large family, with three brothers, two sisters and living on the wrong side of poverty, Irma’s
early life was a difficult one. And yet, inspired by the hard work of her parents, their tireless efforts to
improve the lives of their children, she persevered, determined to help in any way she could. Straight
from school she entered work, bouncing from one temp agency to the next in an effort to raise a worthy
pay check whilst cleaning up the mess other folks would rather pretend did not exist.
She tried. She tried hard.
And then she stopped caring.
Bitterness crept in as the years went by, resentment at those who prospered while she didn’t, picking up
their trash purely by a happenstance of fate. Resentment turned to anger, and anger turned to hate, her
growing spite focused on those had progressed further because, as she saw it, they were born in a better
starting position.
Hate turned to violence, and Irma soon progressed from bar fights to the professional kind, delighted to
find a profession that not only welcomed her need to release her spite, but paid her for the privilege.
She welcomed each new night with an intensity that got her noticed, and more than anything she
welcomed the opportunity to put her desires into practice.
The higher the pedestal, the more she wants to kick your Bitch Ass right off it!