Post by SammieSinclair on Sept 18, 2014 16:11:31 GMT
Name: “Marvelous” Mavela Marcille
Height: 5'5”
Weight: 120 lbs
Nationality: American/French Dual Citizenship
Fighting Attire: A bright crimson, single shoulder strap sports bra with a golden and yellow
explosion graphic embezzled at its centre. She also wears a pair of crimson, curve hugging
shorts that reach down to mid thigh along with calf high boots, elbow/knee pads and gloves the
same shade, all trimmed in white.
Heel/Face: Heel
Fighting Style: Technical all around, petulant cheater
Gimmick: Had it all, lost it all, forced to claw it back.
Ten Common Moves
1) Half and Half Suplex
Package Piledriver
Underhook Facebuster
Jawbreaker
Falling Backdrop
Jumping Knee Drop
Rib Kicking
Springboard Dropkick
Corner Beat Down
Dragonsleeper
Finishing Move:
Try Harder (Double Underhook Powerbomb Hold)
Description:
There was a time when the “Marvellous” Marvela Marcille was as beloved as a
Babyface could be. Retroactively considered to be the ‘Original People’s Princess’, Marvela
came from good wrestling stock on both sides of the Atlantic, her American Mother and French
Father achieving moderate fame of their own, their combined heritage earning her a great deal
more. She was honest, sincere, hard working and utterly determined to succeed, winning over
the crowds with both her charisma, dazzling smile and in ring talent.
She rose swiftly, far too swiftly as some would now speculate, and thanks to a random roulette
draw that coincided with her twentieth birthday, she received a title opportunity at the very
apex of her Federation. After a gusty display, more than a little luck and much to the delight of
her supporters, she won, earning a crown of World Champion whilst many her age would still
be in development.
Money was suddenly arriving at her door in rapidly growing quantities, and the more she
earned, the more she wanted more of it, becoming increasingly less interested in what she was
signing in order to get it. Endorsements were agreed to without a second thought, while her
expenses became steadily more frivolous and noticeably more indulgent.
The honeymoon didn’t last and Marvela soon realised that keeping her crown was going to be
far more difficult than winning it, especially when it was being said that her doing so had been
a fluke. Crowd pleasing perhaps, but a fluke none the less. The sharks were circling and as
talented as she was, many of them were bigger, stronger, faster, more experienced or quite
literally all of the above, even she had admit that she probably wasn’t going to be the
Champion for very long.
That is until she started cheating. It proved to be a mentality that she possessed a knack for in
abundance, sometimes employing incredibly creative means to steal victory from the very jaws
of defeat, frustrating one Challenger after another as she undercut them at every turn. What she
didn’t expect, as she revealed her growing vanity, is that her own supporters would turn against
her, a trend that turned into an avalanche as soon as she began striking the Officials to earn
herself a disqualification, or simply walking off and allowing herself to be counted out. She
lost, perhaps, but she remained Champion, albeit one of the most reviled, and mocked in the
industry.
Believing that it was the supporters themselves that were at fault, Marvela threw a tantrum
during what was to be her last PPV, quitting from the Federation, the Industry and, as a final
insult, took her Title with her.
Having shed herself of the ‘parasites’ that had once been her supporters, Marvela decided that
she had achieved enough in her short life and that it was time to retire entirely before she even
reached her twenty-fifth birthday. What she failed to take into account is that her endorsements
had all but dried up following her plummet in popularity, and without a steady income her
funds soon evaporated in the face of the lavish lifestyle she was now accustomed.
Much to her horror, she realised that she would have to find a new stream of revenue, but
couldn’t bring herself to face a profession that could possibly be considered mundane. She
turned her eye back to wrestling, strolling back into the industry and fully expecting to be
embraced like a prodigal daughter.
She wasn’t, Marvela infuriated as she was faced by rejection, coming to realise just how
thoroughly she had burned so many bridges. The grand return she had envisioned lay in tatters,
and it was with considerable reluctance that she was forced to swallow her pride.
FAWN were willing to take a fresh chance with Wrestling’s wayward child, but only on one
condition, she would have to start at the very bottom.
It is with seething resentment that the ‘Marvellous’ Marvela Marcille enters the fiercely
competitive landscape that is The Jungle...
Height: 5'5”
Weight: 120 lbs
Nationality: American/French Dual Citizenship
Fighting Attire: A bright crimson, single shoulder strap sports bra with a golden and yellow
explosion graphic embezzled at its centre. She also wears a pair of crimson, curve hugging
shorts that reach down to mid thigh along with calf high boots, elbow/knee pads and gloves the
same shade, all trimmed in white.
Heel/Face: Heel
Fighting Style: Technical all around, petulant cheater
Gimmick: Had it all, lost it all, forced to claw it back.
Ten Common Moves
1) Half and Half Suplex
Package Piledriver
Underhook Facebuster
Jawbreaker
Falling Backdrop
Jumping Knee Drop
Rib Kicking
Springboard Dropkick
Corner Beat Down
Dragonsleeper
Finishing Move:
Try Harder (Double Underhook Powerbomb Hold)
Description:
There was a time when the “Marvellous” Marvela Marcille was as beloved as a
Babyface could be. Retroactively considered to be the ‘Original People’s Princess’, Marvela
came from good wrestling stock on both sides of the Atlantic, her American Mother and French
Father achieving moderate fame of their own, their combined heritage earning her a great deal
more. She was honest, sincere, hard working and utterly determined to succeed, winning over
the crowds with both her charisma, dazzling smile and in ring talent.
She rose swiftly, far too swiftly as some would now speculate, and thanks to a random roulette
draw that coincided with her twentieth birthday, she received a title opportunity at the very
apex of her Federation. After a gusty display, more than a little luck and much to the delight of
her supporters, she won, earning a crown of World Champion whilst many her age would still
be in development.
Money was suddenly arriving at her door in rapidly growing quantities, and the more she
earned, the more she wanted more of it, becoming increasingly less interested in what she was
signing in order to get it. Endorsements were agreed to without a second thought, while her
expenses became steadily more frivolous and noticeably more indulgent.
The honeymoon didn’t last and Marvela soon realised that keeping her crown was going to be
far more difficult than winning it, especially when it was being said that her doing so had been
a fluke. Crowd pleasing perhaps, but a fluke none the less. The sharks were circling and as
talented as she was, many of them were bigger, stronger, faster, more experienced or quite
literally all of the above, even she had admit that she probably wasn’t going to be the
Champion for very long.
That is until she started cheating. It proved to be a mentality that she possessed a knack for in
abundance, sometimes employing incredibly creative means to steal victory from the very jaws
of defeat, frustrating one Challenger after another as she undercut them at every turn. What she
didn’t expect, as she revealed her growing vanity, is that her own supporters would turn against
her, a trend that turned into an avalanche as soon as she began striking the Officials to earn
herself a disqualification, or simply walking off and allowing herself to be counted out. She
lost, perhaps, but she remained Champion, albeit one of the most reviled, and mocked in the
industry.
Believing that it was the supporters themselves that were at fault, Marvela threw a tantrum
during what was to be her last PPV, quitting from the Federation, the Industry and, as a final
insult, took her Title with her.
Having shed herself of the ‘parasites’ that had once been her supporters, Marvela decided that
she had achieved enough in her short life and that it was time to retire entirely before she even
reached her twenty-fifth birthday. What she failed to take into account is that her endorsements
had all but dried up following her plummet in popularity, and without a steady income her
funds soon evaporated in the face of the lavish lifestyle she was now accustomed.
Much to her horror, she realised that she would have to find a new stream of revenue, but
couldn’t bring herself to face a profession that could possibly be considered mundane. She
turned her eye back to wrestling, strolling back into the industry and fully expecting to be
embraced like a prodigal daughter.
She wasn’t, Marvela infuriated as she was faced by rejection, coming to realise just how
thoroughly she had burned so many bridges. The grand return she had envisioned lay in tatters,
and it was with considerable reluctance that she was forced to swallow her pride.
FAWN were willing to take a fresh chance with Wrestling’s wayward child, but only on one
condition, she would have to start at the very bottom.
It is with seething resentment that the ‘Marvellous’ Marvela Marcille enters the fiercely
competitive landscape that is The Jungle...