Post by SammieSinclair on Jul 11, 2014 10:18:29 GMT
Amanda Dark
Match Archive
Name: Amanda Dark
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 135lbs
Nationality: American.
Fighting Attire: Amanda wears a whisper thin, sports bra and shorts which are predominantly night
black, highlighted by a pattern of thunderbolts, the lightning itself a stark white while bleeding out an
ominous glow. She also sports a pair of raven black wrestling boots, elbow and knee pads along with
padded gloves of the same colour.
Heel/Face: Heel.
Gimmick: Multi Generation Opportunist.
Fighting Style: Technical/Power.
Finishing Moves:
Storm Surge
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bevdRipdhY8&list=PLPuOyWan3CRtA1bQm1GityJYP4OSRSq4a
10 Common Moves:
Backslide Driver.
German Suplex.
Fireman Carry Gutbuster.
Sidewalk Slam Backbreaker.
Double Underhook Facebuster.
Romero Special.
Running Neckbreaker.
Piledriver.
Top Rope Facebuster.
Standing Dragonsleeper.
Description:
As Pedigrees go, a Wrestler could not ask for more than to be a Dark. Boasting a legacy that reaches as
far back as the sport, Amanda was born into a family line that boasted Champions, Brawlers and
Trendsetters in the form of parents, uncles, grandfathers, great grandmothers, cousins and more
besides. Where there was a Federation, there was a Dark, or so the story would go.
Her own Father, Theodore ‘Dangerous’ Dark, was no different when it came to answering the call of
the family blood, but failed to reach the same heights that were expected after a near crippling break to
his back proved to be an injury from which he would not recover. Determined to not fail in the eyes of
his family peers, he founded, funded and tirelessly ran his own League, one that would, some years
later, prove to be the first home of his first and only daughter, Amanda Dark.
Amanda was undoubtedly a Dark, kicking, punching and delivering clotheslines from the moment she
could, landing herself in more than a little trouble with one school after another. Technically gifted,
Amanda was tipped for great things from an early age, and after spending many hours on her
Grandmothers knee, a competitor of yonder year herself, listening as her eldest relative filled her
young, susceptible head with idea’s that she was not only going to be the best, but it was simply her
right to be, the dark haired infant, then child, then teenager came believe that she was most certainly
correct.
As her teen years advanced and she took to spending more and more time in the ring, two factors
became quickly clear to all involved. One, Amanda was an exceptional wrestler and second, she was
an abysmal performer.
Like an imperfect storm, Amanda would rack up victory after victory, amassing a tally which was the
envy of many a professional and exceeding the expectations for her years. Unfortunately, no-one
cared, for as hard she tried, Amanda could not for the life of her work the crowd, her speech stuttered,
her communication skills were lacking and her charisma all but non-existent, a distinct lack of social
skills that carried on over into all aspects of her life.
For a sport that prized entertainment as highly, if not more so, than professional competence, this was a
weakness that seemed to herald the end of her career before it had even started.
Just as a teenaged Amanda was prepared to surrender to despair, salvation appeared not in herself, but
in the arrival of someone else.
Susan Style was a blue eyed, blonde haired All American beauty, the Highschool Sweetheart, the Girl
Next Door, the Most Popular Girl in school and possessing an innate, utterly fearless ability to charm
the pants of seemingly anyone. Athletically gifted herself, Susan and Amanda crossed paths on the
schools semi-successful soccer team, and while Dark was generally considered to be a social outcast,
she would prove to be no more resistant to Susan’s charms than anyone else, and the two would buck
expectations and forge a close, some believed unbreakable friendship.
Amanda, for her part, would discover a new talent, opportunity, she could spot one a mile away, and
she knew exactly how to exploit it.
Channelling all of the limited charm she could herself summon, Dark convinced Susan to join her in
the developmental wrestling division, and the two would quickly become a tag team, an exceptionally
promising one at that. Susan lacked the skills, but she could work the crowd like no other, whipping
the supporters into a frenzy not only for herself, but for her partner to. Amanda couldn’t get the crowd
pumped, but she could damn well win matches.
They were a team in every possible sense, each providing the other with what they needed most to
succeed, and surely they would do so well into the future.
Only that wasn’t what Amanda wanted, not really. She was a Dark, and the Dark’s didn’t do tag teams,
they were winners and they did so alone, and so as the time crept closer towards adulthood, friendship
was sidelined in favour of something else, opportunity.
Graduation. Amanda and Susan found their expected victory in the final and hardest fought match as
part of development, the tag team champions for the league leaving the federation as Champions and a
beloved combo in the eyes of the fans. That is until Dark finally agreed to her own plan, waiting for
Style to turn and burying a kick into the bare midriff of her closest, oldest and dearest friend, folding
the shocked girl forwards and lifted her into the air. The delivered, traitorous Piledriver slammed the
crown of the blondes head into her own Title Belt, knocking her out cold and leaving her unconscious
in the middle of the ring.
Initially stunned, the crowd didn’t take long to recover and began shouting her name to the rafters, not
in support, but in condemnation. Amanda didn’t care, she relished in it, standing at centre stage as
everyone in the stadium cried out her name, an overwhelming reaction she had generated all but herself
without uttering a single word. Her most precious friendship was over, but Amanda received precisely
what she wanted and, in the process, learned one final lesson.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Her career to date has been a testament to that philosophy, Dark obtaining success not only due to her
exceptional skills, but by an innate ability to know when to do the Right Thing, in the Right Place and
at the Right Time for maximum impact. A trail of bodies have been left in her wake, many with knives
firmly in place, alliances broken and the dreams of Babyfaces shattered, the softly spoken Mother of
Storms picking her moments with care and reaping the rewards with gusto.
Never has a women of so few words said so much.
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 135lbs
Nationality: American.
Fighting Attire: Amanda wears a whisper thin, sports bra and shorts which are predominantly night
black, highlighted by a pattern of thunderbolts, the lightning itself a stark white while bleeding out an
ominous glow. She also sports a pair of raven black wrestling boots, elbow and knee pads along with
padded gloves of the same colour.
Heel/Face: Heel.
Gimmick: Multi Generation Opportunist.
Fighting Style: Technical/Power.
Finishing Moves:
Storm Surge
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bevdRipdhY8&list=PLPuOyWan3CRtA1bQm1GityJYP4OSRSq4a
10 Common Moves:
Backslide Driver.
German Suplex.
Fireman Carry Gutbuster.
Sidewalk Slam Backbreaker.
Double Underhook Facebuster.
Romero Special.
Running Neckbreaker.
Piledriver.
Top Rope Facebuster.
Standing Dragonsleeper.
Description:
As Pedigrees go, a Wrestler could not ask for more than to be a Dark. Boasting a legacy that reaches as
far back as the sport, Amanda was born into a family line that boasted Champions, Brawlers and
Trendsetters in the form of parents, uncles, grandfathers, great grandmothers, cousins and more
besides. Where there was a Federation, there was a Dark, or so the story would go.
Her own Father, Theodore ‘Dangerous’ Dark, was no different when it came to answering the call of
the family blood, but failed to reach the same heights that were expected after a near crippling break to
his back proved to be an injury from which he would not recover. Determined to not fail in the eyes of
his family peers, he founded, funded and tirelessly ran his own League, one that would, some years
later, prove to be the first home of his first and only daughter, Amanda Dark.
Amanda was undoubtedly a Dark, kicking, punching and delivering clotheslines from the moment she
could, landing herself in more than a little trouble with one school after another. Technically gifted,
Amanda was tipped for great things from an early age, and after spending many hours on her
Grandmothers knee, a competitor of yonder year herself, listening as her eldest relative filled her
young, susceptible head with idea’s that she was not only going to be the best, but it was simply her
right to be, the dark haired infant, then child, then teenager came believe that she was most certainly
correct.
As her teen years advanced and she took to spending more and more time in the ring, two factors
became quickly clear to all involved. One, Amanda was an exceptional wrestler and second, she was
an abysmal performer.
Like an imperfect storm, Amanda would rack up victory after victory, amassing a tally which was the
envy of many a professional and exceeding the expectations for her years. Unfortunately, no-one
cared, for as hard she tried, Amanda could not for the life of her work the crowd, her speech stuttered,
her communication skills were lacking and her charisma all but non-existent, a distinct lack of social
skills that carried on over into all aspects of her life.
For a sport that prized entertainment as highly, if not more so, than professional competence, this was a
weakness that seemed to herald the end of her career before it had even started.
Just as a teenaged Amanda was prepared to surrender to despair, salvation appeared not in herself, but
in the arrival of someone else.
Susan Style was a blue eyed, blonde haired All American beauty, the Highschool Sweetheart, the Girl
Next Door, the Most Popular Girl in school and possessing an innate, utterly fearless ability to charm
the pants of seemingly anyone. Athletically gifted herself, Susan and Amanda crossed paths on the
schools semi-successful soccer team, and while Dark was generally considered to be a social outcast,
she would prove to be no more resistant to Susan’s charms than anyone else, and the two would buck
expectations and forge a close, some believed unbreakable friendship.
Amanda, for her part, would discover a new talent, opportunity, she could spot one a mile away, and
she knew exactly how to exploit it.
Channelling all of the limited charm she could herself summon, Dark convinced Susan to join her in
the developmental wrestling division, and the two would quickly become a tag team, an exceptionally
promising one at that. Susan lacked the skills, but she could work the crowd like no other, whipping
the supporters into a frenzy not only for herself, but for her partner to. Amanda couldn’t get the crowd
pumped, but she could damn well win matches.
They were a team in every possible sense, each providing the other with what they needed most to
succeed, and surely they would do so well into the future.
Only that wasn’t what Amanda wanted, not really. She was a Dark, and the Dark’s didn’t do tag teams,
they were winners and they did so alone, and so as the time crept closer towards adulthood, friendship
was sidelined in favour of something else, opportunity.
Graduation. Amanda and Susan found their expected victory in the final and hardest fought match as
part of development, the tag team champions for the league leaving the federation as Champions and a
beloved combo in the eyes of the fans. That is until Dark finally agreed to her own plan, waiting for
Style to turn and burying a kick into the bare midriff of her closest, oldest and dearest friend, folding
the shocked girl forwards and lifted her into the air. The delivered, traitorous Piledriver slammed the
crown of the blondes head into her own Title Belt, knocking her out cold and leaving her unconscious
in the middle of the ring.
Initially stunned, the crowd didn’t take long to recover and began shouting her name to the rafters, not
in support, but in condemnation. Amanda didn’t care, she relished in it, standing at centre stage as
everyone in the stadium cried out her name, an overwhelming reaction she had generated all but herself
without uttering a single word. Her most precious friendship was over, but Amanda received precisely
what she wanted and, in the process, learned one final lesson.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Her career to date has been a testament to that philosophy, Dark obtaining success not only due to her
exceptional skills, but by an innate ability to know when to do the Right Thing, in the Right Place and
at the Right Time for maximum impact. A trail of bodies have been left in her wake, many with knives
firmly in place, alliances broken and the dreams of Babyfaces shattered, the softly spoken Mother of
Storms picking her moments with care and reaping the rewards with gusto.
Never has a women of so few words said so much.