Cynthia Cross

Subject: Cynthia Cross Tue Feb 10, 2015 8:08 pm

HANDLER INFORMATION
*HANDLER NAME:
Mina
*AIM:
boodazzled13
*YIM:
*TWITTER:
@CynthiaCrossIWF

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

FULL NAME:
Cynthia Jillaine Cross

RING NAME:
Cynthia Cross

NICKNAME:
Daisy, Cyn

BIRTHDATE:
September 24th 1988

HEIGHT:
5'8”

WEIGHT:
145

HOMETOWN:
Born in Metairie Louisiana, raised in Dayton, Ohio after age six.

BILLED FROM:
Amarillo, Texas

PIC BASE:
Vilayna LaSalle

ALIGNMENT:
Heel

STRENGTHS:
WHAT ARE YOUR CHARACTERS STRONG POINTS?
Possessed of common sense. Excellent spatial awareness (being highly aware of her surroundings, pays attention). Learns quickly. Strong willed.

WEAKNESSES:
WHAT ARE YOUR CHARACTERS WEAKPOINTS OR FLAWS? THESE, ALONG WITH STRENGTHS WILL HELP US BETTER PORTRAY YOUR CHARACTER ON SHOWS.
Limited conscience - By which I mean, much like her adopted sister Aurora if she has to smack a bitch with a chair to make a point, so be it and she doesn't lose sleep over things she does.

Cynical outlook – Cynthia often will see things as “too good to be true” and it can take some convincing to get her to see otherwise.

Vengeful – if you wrong her you will know it immediately and with a response that is often escalated or even uncalled for.

Hot headed – in the ring, Cynthia sometimes loses her temper and this will lead to her making mistakes that opponents can and have capitalized on.

WRESTLING STYLE:
Mixed Flyer / Striking

COMMON MOVES:
TEN MINIMUM THOUGH YOU ARE WELCOME TO INCLUDE MORE.
open hand slaps (forward/backward)
crucifix armbar
armbar takedown
flying forearm smash
back elbow
elbow smash
running lariat
wrist- lock
dragon whip
various kicks
high knee
hip toss
knee lift / double knee lift
springboard dropkick
standing moonsault
springboard crossbody
atomic drop
knee drop bulldog
one-handed bulldog
hurricanrana

SIGNATURE MOVE:
Cynthia Says
DESCRIPTION:
diving hurricanrana

*SIGNATURE MOVE:
Crescent City Surprise
*DESCRIPTION:
diving somersault seated senton (Molly-Go-Round)
*This can be used as a surprise finisher

PRIMARY FINISHING MOVE:
Pushing up Daisies
DESCRIPTION:
An excellent standing thrust kick (super kick)

*SECONDARY FINISHING MOVE:
Crossing You Out
*DESCRIPTION: forward somersault three-quarter facelock bulldog/jawbreaker (Diamond Dust)

Weapon of Choice: Steel chair

ENTRANCE MUSIC:
Foxy Foxy (Educated Horses) – Rob Zombie

RING ENTRANCE:

(The guitar riff of Rob Zombie's Foxy Foxy (Educated Horses) starts, and the voiceover is heard.)

Oh yeah, can you make it harder
Oh yeah, can you make it harder

(The lights lower as the song really kicks in and Cynthia Cross appears at the top of the ramp dressed in her ring gear with a long duster over it and a straw woven cowboy hat on her curls, lights whirling around her as she shakes her hips, dancing in place for a few lines.)

He who gets slapped and he who gets saved,
He who brutalizes the timeless stage.
He is the mongrel, he wants it all,
He lives for relics, hang on the wall.

Don't you wanna ride it?
Educated Horses
Don't you wanna ride it?
Educated Horses

(A boom and sparks fly up, pyro shimmering down as Cynthia laughs and then makes her way almost a mix of strutting and skipping down the ramp. She pauses at the ring steps and removes her hat and makes a lassoing motion with her arm as she holds it high up. Sliding out of her duster she hands hat and coat off to a tech before grabbing the top rope and vaulting into the ring!)

Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?
Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?
Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?
Foxy, Foxy, what's it gonna be?

She who looks back, and she looks away,
She internalizes the motion wave.
She is the butcher,
She wants the air,
She hides the scars under her hair.

(She goes to the ring posts and thrusts both hands up in the air for each point, soaking in the fans reactions no matter what it is. Dropping down after the final post she stretches a bit and gets ready for the match to begin.)

BIOGRAPHY:
In Wrestling
Former tag team partner of Aurora Jansen, in the team Beautiful Death.
Former tag team partner of Ashley Davis, in the team Foxy Foxy.
Manager to “Cowboy” Shane Brooks.

Left active competition in early 2010 after knee injury from a backstage attack gone wrong by Kaylyn Vaude and Robin Mayfair in ACW.

Was once suspended for a month without pay for threatening to shove the then WHC David Matthews down a flight of stairs to see if he would 'bounce'.

In a bit of a twist, while she was rehabbing her knee after the injury she began the Shane Brooks fan club, composed nearly solely of women who are called "Daisies", and this is Shane's nickname for her as well.

Background
Born in Metairie Louisiana to the Cross Family, she lived there with her five older brothers until she was about age six and the family relocated up north to Ohio following their father's job. Cynthia's oldest brother Remington and third brother Henri are also wrestlers though they are currently in Japan. Cynthia's father Jefferson Andre Cross wrestled in the 70's but was never nationally famous.
Her mother Genevieve Emilie is almost always referred to as “Momma Cross”. It is rumored that she is a practitioner of voodoo, of course.

Momma Cross often adopts (sometimes even legally) wayward children, which is how she ended up adopting Aurora Lynn Jansen after her parents disowned her. Aurora and Cynthia consider themselves sisters and often mock people who are shocked at how “white” Aurora is.

Cynthia is currently in a relationship with another former wrestler Shane “Cowboy” Brooks and lives in Amarillo Texas with him.

ACCOMPLISHMENTS:

None to date.

Sample RP:

The camera was held oddly...perhaps one-handed, but definitely no professional grade machine. The shot itself seemed a bit distorted but as it moved back a little it was clear the reason for this was that the camera was filming through the glass of a window...a kitchen window to be precise. It was clean though the light hitting it showed that slight rainbow streak from whatever glass cleaner the lady of the house preferred to use. The shine was distracting, lending that distortion and a bit of sunglow to the scene within. Cynthia Cross was patting her toffee colored curls back into place, a slightly breathless demeanor about her as she straightened the pretty daisy dotted top she wore. Turning to the counter she picked up a pair of plates that held a piece of peach pie on them along with a dollop of slightly softened vanilla ice cream and carried them over to the table. There already seated was her Cowboy, with a smile as wide as Texas on his lips, a brief murmured 'Thanks Daisy' barely picked up by the camera's inset microphone. Then came the clatter of forks as the pie was consumed, a pause in that activity a time or two as he might say something that amused the Creole lovely and had her laughing with cheeks pinked with a blush. Now and then, bits of that conversation were clear, and the subject matter was what would be expected of those in the business.

“Cher amour...I gotta say it. I don't understand why some people, they talk like they do. Like they all big and bad, when they just...ain't. Like that Kyle Travis you're facing this week. Sure, I know he beat you before when you pretty much was wrestlin' in the same jeans you wore to work on the ranch and boots with the same dust from it...but is he really that stupid, be thinking that you stayed stuck in time like a leaf caught in amber? I mean...maybe for him time stand still but not the rest of the world. You are so much better than him, Grand Homme. It's ridiculous that he gets the shots he does. Makes me angry...because you deserve more than that connard ever will. Him all smug about what he done in the past but he leave out all the times he fell short! Against damn near everyone that he talk down about, roll his eyes and all that idiot does is say he's better than everyone but he sure ain't proved it.”

A slight jump, shake of the screen as the camera moved to focus on Brooks now, as he pushed his plate back with a sigh.

“I don't know Daisy. I kinda feel sorry for this new group he's pulled together...I mean, it ain't like its ever worked out for him the other times he's been part of something. He just thinks that it's all about him and they are cannon fodder. Ernie K., he's the 'highest bidder' type of guy, reminds me of a few old school wrestlers I watched growing up when Jake and I...well you get it. David Caid? Give him six months and he might be half as good as he thinks he is. Maybe? If he don't get frustrated and walk off thinkin' he's owed something just because they let him sign a contract. But really...Old School was a washout, because Travis is all about greed, and he was never more than a cog in the Army of Darkness no matter what he shoots off about now. Him? He's got what's coming to him. Them? Well, they ain't really a part of this no matter what they're thinking now. But if they get in the way, you feel free to super kick them in the mush. That makes me grin, sure enough.”

There was a surge of static then as the shot jumped, and then there was a brief glimpse of the side of the house and then a step stool that had been used apparently so that a person could get the point of view shot of the kitchen. More static then, and the scene changed again. This time the view was slightly better than the prior scene, the operator in a side hallway of a gym...or maybe the recessed hall leading to the broom closet, it was hard to say. The camera was in shadow, but the space beyond in the gym was brightly lit. There was a regulation sized ring set up in the room, a heavy bag to the side was seen and Cynthia was there practicing her super kick with enough force to rock the bag on its chain much to her delight if her grin were any indication. She was wearing simple workout gear, sweatpants and a razorback tank with her gym shoes, pink and gray. The two men in the ring? Obviously the Cowboy and his 'brother' Devon Mayhem, with Darien Hacaga serving as the 'official' while they trained. Despite Devon not being medically cleared for competition the doctor was fine with him training...or he likely didn't give a rats ass otherwise. Devon was wearing his usual training gear of black running pants, black ring shoes and a white tank top with a wolf head design on it, Hacaga had gray sweatpants and a white wifebeater tank along with a ref whistle which he was blowing enthusiastically much to the men in the ring's amusement. Brooks was wearing the same type of short tights he wore in his matches, but with a short sleeved tee and running shoes. He'd just avoided Mayhem's clothesline attempt and spun on a heel to drop and legsweep Devon, sending his friend crashing to the mat on his back. Hacaga blew his whistle to pause the action, and then as if they couldn't help themselves they all busted up laughing, Devon almost howling with it as he pointed at Darien and Brooks pausing to wipe a possible tear from his eye.

“What? You got a problem with my spictacular authority huh?”

He blew the whistle again but then joined into the laughter, dropping down to sit on the mat as Devon sat up shaking his head. The scene dissolved into static again, with still no idea who was keeping tabs on the Cowboy...and his friends it seemed.