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The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly, giving the fans a little synapse of what she's got to offer. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a mixed reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, while her music dies down.

The night seemed the same as any other night that would pass through the wind for Shimmer Wrestling Alliance -- SWA, but, what was in store on this cold evening in January is probably something that can only be identified as changes for the best. As SWA returned from a commercial break at this weeks live Shattered Glass event in Chicago, there seemed to be an aroma in the air that had people questioning, wondering what could possibly be going on. And, just as the camera's panned around the audience, just as they had begun to rummage through the thousands of people at tonight's live event, they were immediately thwarted to the backstage area where they saw a firey haired female, that the fans seemed to have some familiarities with, yet those in SWA barely had any idea of. Well, those except the commentators at hand for the evening, Mike Tenay and Jerry "The King" Lawler. Both have, at least heard of this female through the grapevine; seeing many of her matches from her stint in Mexico, in Japan, in all of Canada and most of Europe; not to mention her time in ECW -- Eastern Championship Wrestling -- where she was the, honestly, the only competitive female the company had signed, not to mention in the top rankings to become their World Champion. With a reputation like that, it's hard for the fans not to know who this dangerous dame is, but still, there were those in SWA, on the competitive roster, that hadn't heard of her. All that was about to change. She stratigically wore a pair of black cargo pants that seemed to fit her body nicely, nothing too tight yet nothing too loose either. Around her waist was a black and hot pink belt that buckled in the front, as most belts do, with a skeletol emblem serving as the buckle in black and pink. Underneath were the words 'Rebel Bitch' and in the center read 'Chantal Felix' -- yes, she had a custom-made belt, she was just that cool. And, on the bottom, going in a cirular motion around the skeletal emblem -- similar to the stylings of the text above the emblem -- read 'the Renegade'. Around her feet were a pair of flat Vans tennis shoes in black, with some pink aligning the edges and scattered about in the designs of the shoes. They were almost like skater shoes, but not exactly. And for a top, she wore a hot pink, mesh top that was extremely see-through and somewhat tight, hugging her body and the 'dirty pillows' that she had gallons of. Beaneath the top was a black laced, push-up bra that was easily shown through the mesh top, it was a style that Chantal wore quite frequently, although, she would change it up from time to time. As she moved through the hallway, she seemed to be headed in one direction, and passing people as she walked, she turned heads all of them wondering; 'who was this babe?!' Her hair flowed as the wind passed her with each movement that she made and slowly, she diverted a single strand of her firey red locks from the front of her face, back behind her ear with the rest of her long hair. And, just as she rounded the corner a very familiar sound hti the airwaves, and almost like a chorus, the crowd leaped to their feet in unison to welcome a girl that they seemed to know and love.

The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a rather grateful, appreciative reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, before being handed an official SWA microphone from the ring announcer on hand for the evening, Lillian Garcia. With a smile on her face, Chantal maneuvers her body back to the center of the ring, where she waits as the crowd chorus of cheers for her slowly begins to die down. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she clears her throat, her eyes savagely looking over the thousands that are seated before her, and knowing that millions more would be watching from hom.

The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a rather grateful, appreciative reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, before being handed an official SWA microphone from the ring announcer on hand for the evening, Lillian Garcia. With a smile on her face, Chantal maneuvers her body back to the center of the ring, where she waits as the crowd chorus of cheers for her slowly begins to die down. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she clears her throat, her eyes savagely looking over the thousands that are seated before her, and knowing that millions more would be watching from home.

Chantal Felix: "Well, well...what a pleasant welcome eh? Kind of fitting, I guess...I mean, this was my stomping grounds, once upon a time. I've had many a fantastic match here in Chicago; not that any of those people back there would probably know. To them, I am just some new girl that's come along, trying to stake her name and claim some fame but, that is beyond the truth. It may be truth for so many of these scatter-brained bitches in this company but this bitch, this bitch standing before you" she said, pointing to herself "I don't need to claim fame. As you can see, I'm pretty famous already. Now, if you don't know, and I'm kind of figuring that most of you back there don't, I am Chantal Felix. I am not new to this industry, I may be new to the company, but most definitely not to this industry. I've worked in companies and for people from Mexico to Japan, Canada to England and yes, even here in the states. I worked, very briefly, for Ontario Pro, an independent wrestling organization where most of these people probably recognize me from. It wasn't a largely populated company, and it was based in one of the coldest locations I have ever had the pleasure of being in. But, let me tell you, it was filled with some of the most unbelivably talented females that any of you could ever possibly dream of meeting. I managed to work myself into a frenzy in OP and, the saddest part of all that was, my career there, my time there started off very rocky. I know, gasp right -- hard to imagine. But it did. I lost my first match there, simply because I was...well, I was ill-prepared for what I was truly in store for. Of course, you all wouldn't know that, considering that match was the first and only loss I've ever tasted in my entire career as a professional wrestler. And, truth be told, I don't even remember who the loss was too anymore. But, from that moment on, a more vicious, more proud, more destructible me was awaken and I took charge of that company, and dominated every single match that I'd been placed in. Before it closed it's doors for the first time, I managed to garnish myself an additional five victories to go with the one loss...and managed to earn myself the rights to a contendership for one of the top level prizes in the company. Of course, that all came to a quick and sudden end the moment the company closed. Sad isn't it, so much potential -- star potential and company potential -- gone to waste. I meet a lot of greats there; including a woman that I'd never had the pleasure of having a run-in with competitively wise, but we managed to build some sort of a mutual respect for one another; Lady Vanessa. And trust me, as odd as she was -- or seemed on television, it was nothing compared to how she was off. I know that from personal experience. But, even with all that, it never thwarted my attention to what I wanted to do, to the passion that I had for this industry. A passion that seems to be pretty dead these days, among so many of the talent that gets employed. It's all about championships, being golden bound, the win-loss record that you have; it's not about the wrestling anymore. If you lose your match, you want to kill yourself it's just that damn devastating. Win, lose or draw, I am still Chantal fucking Felix, and I am still better then half the people on this roster...if not half, then all. And that, friends, I can honestly say with full certainty. Sure, I'm not champion -- yet -- but you can rest assured that I will be just as soon as I get the chance to. I'm no fool, I've seen who this company calls champions right now and, it's no different then the same cocky fools I saw in companies I was previously employed with. But, I can tell you that, as of this moment....Chantal Felix officially becomes a threat to any champion that currently thinks of themselves as unstoppable, unbeatable or untouchable. Because, believe me, you're not."

She said, as she began to circle the ring slowly, still a firm grip on the microphone she held. If there was one thing about Chantal, she was definitely fully aware of her talents and her skill inside the ring, she knew what she was capabale of and what she could do. Hell, she earned the name Queen of Carnage during her independent days as a wrestler, and that name has stuck with her through the long-haul. She's gone through many companies, plowed through many, many champions and competitors and, her time in SWA would certainly be no different then any time before.

Chantal Felix: "I've come to make my mark in this company, as I have in so many before it. I worked with ECW; Eastern Championship Wrestling and, I was literally their only female. So yes, you could easily say that I am -- or was -- the First Lady of ECW. And, I managed to garnish victories over some of the most talented, most enthusiastic, most skilled people that wrestling has ever seen; not a single loss on my record, during my stay in ECW. Hell, I even managed to push myself to the top rankings, held a position at the top of their list on people that could be the World Champion there and, truth be told, had the company not folded when it did, I'd be the World Champion. The first and only female to hold that accomplishment too, but, that's neither here nor there. My accolades speak for themself, my record talks so much more for me then I could ever do and, in this ring, my actions will speak much louder then my words ever could. Consider yourselves on notice, because Chantal Felix -- real competition -- is finally here. And, whether you like it, whether these barbaric people sitting alongside the ring area like it" this seemed to garnish some heat for Chantal, as members of the crowd began to boo her for the first time in her lengthy career "Whether management in the back likes it or not; I am a fucking force...oneo f the biggest, most devastating forces that this fucking company has ever seen. And, you can all rest assured, that when the time comes for me to start challenging people, I will take them above and beyond their normal limitations. I will fight, claw and destroy my way to the top of whatever division I have to, move up in the rankings faster then any other person employed with this company now, or ever before and, sooner then you think, I will have championship gold around my slender waist. I promise each and every one of you that" she said, as she pointed to the people in the crowd. "This, begins the marking of a new era, a new time for SWA. I will plow my way through whoever I have to, to get the respect and the attention that I need, I will destroy any competition laid out before me and, I will make damn sure that everyone, forever, remembers the name Chantal Felix. And trust me people, I am just bitch enough, I am capable enough to do it. Hell, I wasn't nicknamed the Queen of Carnage for nothin' people...it's more then a fucking name, it's an accomplishment and I will stand by that accomplishment, by that name until the day that I die. So, to anyone within hearing range of this, anyone that might want to accept my challenge or even lay out a challenge of his or her own, I invite you out to this ring now. I'm no fool when it comes to wrestling, and I make little to no mistakes. My only weakness is the very furocious, aggresive, destructible side of me that, might get me disqualified...might tread that line just a little bit. So please, come on out...show me what you've got because, I can guarantee you, that I've got it ten fold."

And with that, Chantal lowered the microphone and waited patiently, to see if anyone would be ballsy enough to walk out there and accept her challenge, or hell, even challenger her themselves. It wasn't every day that a female came in to the ring with the accomplishments, the record and the skill that Chantal had, it was a lot more then most of the females on the roster currently had, that's for sure. But, still, she wanted to make sure she earned everything she got. She may have been a cocky bitch, but she was also deteremined and a hard worker. She'd never accept a handout, no matter who it was from and this time would be no different. To the brave soul that accepts her challenge; good luck...because you will definitely be in serious need of it.

The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a rather grateful, appreciative reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, before being handed an official SWA microphone from the ring announcer on hand for the evening, Lillian Garcia. With a smile on her face, Chantal maneuvers her body back to the center of the ring, where she waits as the crowd chorus of cheers for her slowly begins to die down. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she clears her throat, her eyes savagely looking over the thousands that are seated before her, and knowing that millions more would be watching from home.

Chantal Felix: "Well, well...what a pleasant welcome eh? Kind of fitting, I guess...I mean, this was my stomping grounds, once upon a time. I've had many a fantastic match here in Chicago; not that any of those people back there would probably know. To them, I am just some new girl that's come along, trying to stake her name and claim some fame but, that is beyond the truth. It may be truth for so many of these scatter-brained bitches in this company but this bitch, this bitch standing before you" she said, pointing to herself "I don't need to claim fame. As you can see, I'm pretty famous already. Now, if you don't know, and I'm kind of figuring that most of you back there don't, I am Chantal Felix. I am not new to this industry, I may be new to the company, but most definitely not to this industry. I've worked in companies and for people from Mexico to Japan, Canada to England and yes, even here in the states. I worked, very briefly, for Ontario Pro, an independent wrestling organization where most of these people probably recognize me from. It wasn't a largely populated company, and it was based in one of the coldest locations I have ever had the pleasure of being in. But, let me tell you, it was filled with some of the most unbelivably talented females that any of you could ever possibly dream of meeting. I managed to work myself into a frenzy in OP and, the saddest part of all that was, my career there, my time there started off very rocky. I know, gasp right -- hard to imagine. But it did. I lost my first match there, simply because I was...well, I was ill-prepared for what I was truly in store for. Of course, you all wouldn't know that, considering that match was the first and only loss I've ever tasted in my entire career as a professional wrestler. And, truth be told, I don't even remember who the loss was too anymore. But, from that moment on, a more vicious, more proud, more destructible me was awaken and I took charge of that company, and dominated every single match that I'd been placed in. Before it closed it's doors for the first time, I managed to garnish myself an additional five victories to go with the one loss...and managed to earn myself the rights to a contendership for one of the top level prizes in the company. Of course, that all came to a quick and sudden end the moment the company closed. Sad isn't it, so much potential -- star potential and company potential -- gone to waste. I meet a lot of greats there; including a woman that I'd never had the pleasure of having a run-in with competitively wise, but we managed to build some sort of a mutual respect for one another; Lady Vanessa. And trust me, as odd as she was -- or seemed on television, it was nothing compared to how she was off. I know that from personal experience. But, even with all that, it never thwarted my attention to what I wanted to do, to the passion that I had for this industry. A passion that seems to be pretty dead these days, among so many of the talent that gets employed. It's all about championships, being golden bound, the win-loss record that you have; it's not about the wrestling anymore. If you lose your match, you want to kill yourself it's just that damn devastating. Win, lose or draw, I am still Chantal fucking Felix, and I am still better then half the people on this roster...if not half, then all. And that, friends, I can honestly say with full certainty. Sure, I'm not champion -- yet -- but you can rest assured that I will be just as soon as I get the chance to. I'm no fool, I've seen who this company calls champions right now and, it's no different then the same cocky fools I saw in companies I was previously employed with. But, I can tell you that, as of this moment....Chantal Felix officially becomes a threat to any champion that currently thinks of themselves as unstoppable, unbeatable or untouchable. Because, believe me, you're not."

Chantal Felix: "I've come to make my mark in this company, as I have in so many before it. I worked with ECW; Eastern Championship Wrestling and, I was literally their only female. So yes, you could easily say that I am -- or was -- the First Lady of ECW. And, I managed to garnish victories over some of the most talented, most enthusiastic, most skilled people that wrestling has ever seen; not a single loss on my record, during my stay in ECW. Hell, I even managed to push myself to the top rankings, held a position at the top of their list on people that could be the World Champion there and, truth be told, had the company not folded when it did, I'd be the World Champion. The first and only female to hold that accomplishment too, but, that's neither here nor there. My accolades speak for themself, my record talks so much more for me then I could ever do and, in this ring, my actions will speak much louder then my words ever could. Consider yourselves on notice, because Chantal Felix -- real competition -- is finally here. And, whether you like it, whether these barbaric people sitting alongside the ring area like it" this comment seemed to garnish some heat for Chantal, as members of the crowd began to boo her for the first time in her lengthy career "Whether management in the back likes it or not; I am a fucking force...oneo f the biggest, most devastating forces that this fucking company has ever seen. And, you can all rest assured, that when the time comes for me to start challenging people, I will take them above and beyond their normal limitations. I will fight, claw and destroy my way to the top of whatever division I have to, move up in the rankings faster then any other person employed with this company now, or ever before and, sooner then you think, I will have championship gold around my slender waist. I promise each and every one of you that" she said, as she pointed to the people in the crowd. "This, begins the marking of a new era, a new time for SWA. I will plow my way through whoever I have to, to get the respect and the attention that I need, I will destroy any competition laid out before me and, I will make damn sure that everyone, forever, remembers the name Chantal Felix. And trust me people, I am just bitch enough, I am capable enough to do it. Hell, I wasn't nicknamed the Queen of Carnage for nothin' people...it's more then a fucking name, it's an accomplishment and I will stand by that accomplishment, by that name until the day that I die. So, to anyone within hearing range of this, anyone that might want to accept my challenge or even lay out a challenge of his or her own, I invite you out to this ring now. I'm no fool when it comes to wrestling, and I make little to no mistakes. My only weakness is the very furocious, aggresive, destructible side of me that, might get me disqualified...might tread that line just a little bit. So please, come on out...show me what you've got because, I can guarantee you, that I've got it ten fold."

Please be advised, this roleplay may contain strong sexual content, nudity, violence, profanity, sexual innuendos and various other things that are considered offensive. This roleplay is not suitable for all ages and those easily offended be the things mentioned above. If you do continue to read this roleplay you are doing so at your own risk, so please save the whining and bitching for someone that actually cares. It's just a roleplay people, geeze! Smooches! xoxo Ashley.

Genius // »« welcome to my world. Starring // Chantal mainly.
Screwing // No one. Next Victim // None, yet.
Achievements // MWA Female Champion; 1x. MCW Women's World Champion; 1x.
Out of Character Comment // Okay so here is my debut for Chantal. It's nothing super special, just a regular ol' in-ring debut type thing. It's left open for anyone to continue, if they feel like it. It's very short and to the point because I have some errands that I have to run -- kind of held off on them as long as I could, lol, so yeah. If anyone responds to this, then I will get you a reply later on today when I get back home or tomorrow, depending on how late it is and all. Please, no attacks. I'd rather work an angle first and work attacks into that, then just jump-ship on an attack firsthand, so yeah. Erm, sorry for the crappiness, I struggle with her a lot so I am gonna start her from the bottom and work up. They'll get better though, I promise! Anywhoo; toodles and enjoy :)

The night seemed the same as any other night that would pass through the wind for Shimmer Wrestling Alliance -- SWA, but, what was in store on this cold evening in January is probably something that can only be identified as changes for the best. As SWA returned from a commercial break at this weeks live Shattered Glass event in Chicago, there seemed to be an aroma in the air that had people questioning, wondering what could possibly be going on. And, just as the camera's panned around the audience, just as they had begun to rummage through the thousands of people at tonight's live event, they were immediately thwarted to the backstage area where they saw a firey haired female, that the fans seemed to have some familiarities with, yet those in SWA barely had any idea of. Well, those except the commentators at hand for the evening, Mike Tenay and Jerry "The King" Lawler. Both have, at least heard of this female through the grapevine; seeing many of her matches from her stint in Mexico, in Japan, in all of Canada and most of Europe; not to mention her time in ECW -- Eastern Championship Wrestling -- where she was the, honestly, the only competitive female the company had signed, not to mention in the top rankings to become their World Champion. With a reputation like that, it's hard for the fans not to know who this dangerous dame is, but still, there were those in SWA, on the competitive roster, that hadn't heard of her. All that was about to change. She stratigically wore a pair of black cargo pants that seemed to fit her body nicely, nothing too tight yet nothing too loose either. Around her waist was a black and hot pink belt that buckled in the front, as most belts do, with a skeletol emblem serving as the buckle in black and pink. Underneath were the words 'Rebel Bitch' and in the center read 'Chantal Felix' -- yes, she had a custom-made belt, she was just that cool. And, on the bottom, going in a cirular motion around the skeletal emblem -- similar to the stylings of the text above the emblem -- read 'the Renegade'. Around her feet were a pair of flat Vans tennis shoes in black, with some pink aligning the edges and scattered about in the designs of the shoes. They were almost like skater shoes, but not exactly. And for a top, she wore a hot pink, mesh top that was extremely see-through and somewhat tight, hugging her body and the 'dirty pillows' that she had gallons of. Beaneath the top was a black laced, push-up bra that was easily shown through the mesh top, it was a style that Chantal wore quite frequently, although, she would change it up from time to time. As she moved through the hallway, she seemed to be headed in one direction, and passing people as she walked, she turned heads all of them wondering; 'who was this babe?!' Her hair flowed as the wind passed her with each movement that she made and slowly, she diverted a single strand of her firey red locks from the front of her face, back behind her ear with the rest of her long hair. And, just as she rounded the corner a very familiar sound hti the airwaves, and almost like a chorus, the crowd leaped to their feet in unison to welcome a girl that they seemed to know and love.

The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the

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center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a rather grateful, appreciative reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, before being handed an official SWA microphone from the ring announcer on hand for the evening, Lillian Garcia. With a smile on her face, Chantal maneuvers her body back to the center of the ring, where she waits as the crowd chorus of cheers for her slowly begins to die down. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she clears her throat, her eyes savagely looking over the thousands that are seated before her, and knowing that millions more would be watching from home.

Chantal Felix: "Well, well...what a pleasant welcome eh? Kind of fitting, I guess...I mean, this was my stomping grounds, once upon a time. I've had many a fantastic match here in Chicago; not that any of those people back there would probably know. To them, I am just some new girl that's come along, trying to stake her name and claim some fame but, that is beyond the truth. It may be truth for so many of these scatter-brained bitches in this company but this bitch, this bitch standing before you" she said, pointing to herself "I don't need to claim fame. As you can see, I'm pretty famous already. Now, if you don't know, and I'm kind of figuring that most of you back there don't, I am Chantal Felix. I am not new to this industry, I may be new to the company, but most definitely not to this industry. I've worked in companies and for people from Mexico to Japan, Canada to England and yes, even here in the states. I worked, very briefly, for Ontario Pro, an independent wrestling organization where most of these people probably recognize me from. It wasn't a largely populated company, and it was based in one of the coldest locations I have ever had the pleasure of being in. But, let me tell you, it was filled with some of the most unbelivably talented females that any of you could ever possibly dream of meeting. I managed to work myself into a frenzy in OP and, the saddest part of all that was, my career there, my time there started off very rocky. I know, gasp right -- hard to imagine. But it did. I lost my first match there, simply because I was...well, I was ill-prepared for what I was truly in store for. Of course, you all wouldn't know that, considering that match was the first and only loss I've ever tasted in my entire career as a professional wrestler. And, truth be told, I don't even remember who the loss was too anymore. But, from that moment on, a more vicious, more proud, more destructible me was awaken and I took charge of that company, and dominated every single match that I'd been placed in. Before it closed it's doors for the first time, I managed to garnish myself an additional five victories to go with the one loss...and managed to earn myself the rights to a contendership for one of the top level prizes in the company. Of course, that all came to a quick and sudden end the moment the company closed. Sad isn't it, so much potential -- star potential and company potential -- gone to waste. I meet a lot of greats there; including a woman that I'd never had the pleasure of having a run-in with competitively wise, but we managed to build some sort of a mutual respect for one another; Lady Vanessa. And trust me, as odd as she was -- or seemed on television, it was nothing compared to how she was off. I know that from personal experience. But, even with all that, it never thwarted my attention to what I wanted to do, to the passion that I had for this industry. A passion that seems to be pretty dead these days, among so many of the talent that gets employed. It's all about championships, being golden bound, the win-loss record that you have; it's not about the wrestling anymore. If you lose your match, you want to kill yourself it's just that damn devastating. Win, lose or draw, I am still Chantal fucking Felix, and I am still better then half the people on this roster...if not half, then all. And that, friends, I can honestly say with full certainty. Sure, I'm not champion -- yet -- but you can rest assured that I will be just as soon as I get the chance to. I'm no fool, I've seen who this company calls champions right now and, it's no different then the same cocky fools I saw in companies I was previously employed with. But, I can tell you that, as of this moment....Chantal Felix officially becomes a threat to any champion that currently thinks of themselves as unstoppable, unbeatable or untouchable. Because, believe me, you're not."

She said, as she began to circle the ring slowly, still a firm grip on the microphone she held. If there was one thing about Chantal, she was definitely fully aware of her talents and her skill inside the ring, she knew what she was capabale of and what she could do. Hell, she earned the name Queen of Carnage during her independent days as a wrestler, and that name has stuck with her through the long-haul. She's gone through many companies, plowed through many, many champions and competitors and, her time in SWA would certainly be no different then any time before.

Chantal Felix: "I've come to make my mark in this company, as I have in so many before it. I worked with ECW; Eastern Championship Wrestling and, I was literally their only female. So yes, you could easily say that I am -- or was -- the First Lady of ECW. And, I managed to garnish victories over some of the most talented, most enthusiastic, most skilled people that wrestling has ever seen; not a single loss on my record, during my stay in ECW. Hell, I even managed to push myself to the top rankings, held a position at the top of their list on people that could be the World Champion there and, truth be told, had the company not folded when it did, I'd be the World Champion. The first and only female to hold that accomplishment too, but, that's neither here nor there. My accolades speak for themself, my record talks so much more for me then I could ever do and, in this ring, my actions will speak much louder then my words ever could. Consider yourselves on notice, because Chantal Felix -- real competition -- is finally here. And, whether you like it, whether these barbaric people sitting alongside the ring area like it" this comment seemed to garnish some heat for Chantal, as members of the crowd began to boo her for the first time in her lengthy career "Whether management in the back likes it or not; I

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am a fucking force...oneo f the biggest, most devastating forces that this fucking company has ever seen. And, you can all rest assured, that when the time comes for me to start challenging people, I will take them above and beyond their normal limitations. I will fight, claw and destroy my way to the top of whatever division I have to, move up in the rankings faster then any other person employed with this company now, or ever before and, sooner then you think, I will have championship gold around my slender waist. I promise each and every one of you that" she said, as she pointed to the people in the crowd. "This, begins the marking of a new era, a new time for SWA. I will plow my way through whoever I have to, to get the respect and the attention that I need, I will destroy any competition laid out before me and, I will make damn sure that everyone, forever, remembers the name Chantal Felix. And trust me people, I am just bitch enough, I am capable enough to do it. Hell, I wasn't nicknamed the Queen of Carnage for nothin' people...it's more then a fucking name, it's an accomplishment and I will stand by that accomplishment, by that name until the day that I die. So, to anyone within hearing range of this, anyone that might want to accept my challenge or even lay out a challenge of his or her own, I invite you out to this ring now. I'm no fool when it comes to wrestling, and I make little to no mistakes. My only weakness is the very furocious, aggresive, destructible side of me that, might get me disqualified...might tread that line just a little bit. So please, come on out...show me what you've got because, I can guarantee you, that I've got it ten fold."

And with that, Chantal lowered the microphone and waited patiently, to see if anyone would be ballsy enough to walk out there and accept her challenge, or hell, even challenger her themselves. It wasn't every day that a female came in to the ring with the accomplishments, the record and the skill that Chantal had, it was a lot more then most of the females on the roster currently had, that's for sure. But, still, she wanted to make sure she earned everything she got. She may have been a cocky bitch, but she was also deteremined and a hard worker. She'd never accept a handout, no matter who it was from and this time would be no different. To the brave soul that accepts her challenge; good luck...because you will definitely be in serious need of it.

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Please be advised, this roleplay may contain strong sexual content, nudity, violence, profanity, sexual innuendos and various other things that are considered offensive. This roleplay is not suitable for all ages and those easily offended be the things mentioned above. If you do continue to read this roleplay you are doing so at your own risk, so please save the whining and bitching for someone that actually cares. It's just a roleplay people, geeze! Smooches! xoxo Ashley.

Genius // »« welcome to my world. Starring // Chantal mainly.
Screwing // No one. Next Victim // None, yet.
Achievements // MWA Female Champion; 1x. MCW Women's World Champion; 1x.
Out of Character Comment // Okay so here is my debut for Chantal. It's nothing super special, just a regular ol' in-ring debut type thing. It's left open for anyone to continue, if they feel like it. It's very short and to the point because I have some errands that I have to run -- kind of held off on them as long as I could, lol, so yeah. If anyone responds to this, then I will get you a reply later on today when I get back home or tomorrow, depending on how late it is and all. Please, no attacks. I'd rather work an angle first and work attacks into that, then just jump-ship on an attack firsthand, so yeah. Erm, sorry for the crappiness, I struggle with her a lot so I am gonna start her from the bottom and work up. They'll get better though, I promise! Anywhoo; toodles and enjoy :)

The night seemed the same as any other night that would pass through the wind for Shimmer Wrestling Alliance -- SWA, but, what was in store on this cold evening in January is probably something that can only be identified as changes for the best. As SWA returned from a commercial break at this weeks live Shattered Glass event in Chicago, there seemed to be an aroma in the air that had people questioning, wondering what could possibly be going on. And, just as the camera's panned around the audience, just as they had begun to rummage through the thousands of people at tonight's live event, they were immediately thwarted to the backstage area where they saw a firey haired female, that the fans seemed to have some familiarities with, yet those in SWA barely had any idea of. Well, those except the commentators at hand for the evening, Mike Tenay and Jerry "The King" Lawler. Both have, at least heard of this female through the grapevine; seeing many of her matches from her stint in Mexico, in Japan, in all of Canada and most of Europe; not to mention her time in ECW -- Eastern Championship Wrestling -- where she was the, honestly, the only competitive female the company had signed, not to mention in the top rankings to become their World Champion. With a reputation like that, it's hard for the fans not to know who this dangerous dame is, but still, there were those in SWA, on the competitive roster, that hadn't heard of her. All that was about to change. She stratigically wore a pair of black cargo pants that seemed to fit her body nicely, nothing too tight yet nothing too loose either. Around her waist was a black and hot pink belt that buckled in the front, as most belts do, with a skeletol emblem serving as the buckle in black and pink. Underneath were the words 'Rebel Bitch' and in the center read 'Chantal Felix' -- yes, she had a custom-made belt, she was just that cool. And, on the bottom, going in a cirular motion around the skeletal emblem -- similar to the stylings of the text above the emblem -- read 'the Renegade'. Around her feet were a pair of flat Vans tennis shoes in black, with some pink aligning the edges and scattered about in the designs of the shoes. They were almost like skater shoes, but not exactly. And for a top, she wore a hot pink, mesh top that was extremely see-through and somewhat tight, hugging her body and the 'dirty pillows' that she had gallons of. Beaneath the top was a black laced, push-up bra that was easily shown through the mesh top, it was a style that Chantal wore quite frequently, although, she would change it up from time to time. As she moved through the hallway, she seemed to be headed in one direction, and passing people as she walked, she turned heads all of them wondering; 'who was this babe?!' Her hair flowed as the wind passed her with each movement that she made and slowly, she diverted a single strand of her firey red locks from the front of her face, back behind her ear with the rest of her long hair. And, just as she rounded the corner a very familiar sound hti the airwaves, and almost like a chorus, the crowd leaped to their feet in unison to welcome a girl that they seemed to know and love.

The lights around the arena go out completely, as the sounds of drums begins to play. Slowly, "Spin Me 'Round" by Dope erupts from the PA system as a slender female figure emerges from behind the black curtain. She stands in the center of the ring, throwing her arms into the air, as an off-green and silver set of pyro's and glitter begin to go off and fall from the sky. After which, the light's return to their normal state, as the female with flaming red hair, also known as Chantal Felix begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. A smile on her face, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding it tightly for a few minutes. She walks around the entire ring, dragging her index finger over the bottom rope lightly, making it back to the front steps that are stationed by the ramp. She walks up the steps slowly, grabbing a hold of the top rope, bringing herself onto the apron. She walks to the

center of the ring, extending one of her long legs through the middle and top rope, bending slowly. Before long, however, she brings in the other leg, now fully in the ring. Walking to one side of the ring, she'll throw her hands up in the air, as the fans send in a rather grateful, appreciative reaction for her. Going to the opposite side, she does the exact same thing, before going to the center of the ring. Standing there, her music slowly begins to fade out as she waits patiently a few moments, before being handed an official SWA microphone from the ring announcer on hand for the evening, Lillian Garcia. With a smile on her face, Chantal maneuvers her body back to the center of the ring, where she waits as the crowd chorus of cheers for her slowly begins to die down. Bringing the microphone to her lips, she clears her throat, her eyes savagely looking over the thousands that are seated before her, and knowing that millions more would be watching from home.

Chantal Felix: "Well, well...what a pleasant welcome eh? Kind of fitting, I guess...I mean, this was my stomping grounds, once upon a time. I've had many a fantastic match here in Chicago; not that any of those people back there would probably know. To them, I am just some new girl that's come along, trying to stake her name and claim some fame but, that is beyond the truth. It may be truth for so many of these scatter-brained bitches in this company but this bitch, this bitch standing before you" she said, pointing to herself "I don't need to claim fame. As you can see, I'm pretty famous already. Now, if you don't know, and I'm kind of figuring that most of you back there don't, I am Chantal Felix. I am not new to this industry, I may be new to the company, but most definitely not to this industry. I've worked in companies and for people from Mexico to Japan, Canada to England and yes, even here in the states. I worked, very briefly, for Ontario Pro, an independent wrestling organization where most of these people probably recognize me from. It wasn't a largely populated company, and it was based in one of the coldest locations I have ever had the pleasure of being in. But, let me tell you, it was filled with some of the most unbelivably talented females that any of you could ever possibly dream of meeting. I managed to work myself into a frenzy in OP and, the saddest part of all that was, my career there, my time there started off very rocky. I know, gasp right -- hard to imagine. But it did. I lost my first match there, simply because I was...well, I was ill-prepared for what I was truly in store for. Of course, you all wouldn't know that, considering that match was the first and only loss I've ever tasted in my entire career as a professional wrestler. And, truth be told, I don't even remember who the loss was too anymore. But, from that moment on, a more vicious, more proud, more destructible me was awaken and I took charge of that company, and dominated every single match that I'd been placed in. Before it closed it's doors for the first time, I managed to garnish myself an additional five victories to go with the one loss...and managed to earn myself the rights to a contendership for one of the top level prizes in the company. Of course, that all came to a quick and sudden end the moment the company closed. Sad isn't it, so much potential -- star potential and company potential -- gone to waste. I meet a lot of greats there; including a woman that I'd never had the pleasure of having a run-in with competitively wise, but we managed to build some sort of a mutual respect for one another; Lady Vanessa. And trust me, as odd as she was -- or seemed on television, it was nothing compared to how she was off. I know that from personal experience. But, even with all that, it never thwarted my attention to what I wanted to do, to the passion that I had for this industry. A passion that seems to be pretty dead these days, among so many of the talent that gets employed. It's all about championships, being golden bound, the win-loss record that you have; it's not about the wrestling anymore. If you lose your match, you want to kill yourself it's just that damn devastating. Win, lose or draw, I am still Chantal fucking Felix, and I am still better then half the people on this roster...if not half, then all. And that, friends, I can honestly say with full certainty. Sure, I'm not champion -- yet -- but you can rest assured that I will be just as soon as I get the chance to. I'm no fool, I've seen who this company calls champions right now and, it's no different then the same cocky fools I saw in companies I was previously employed with. But, I can tell you that, as of this moment....Chantal Felix officially becomes a threat to any champion that currently thinks of themselves as unstoppable, unbeatable or untouchable. Because, believe me, you're not."

She said, as she began to circle the ring slowly, still a firm grip on the microphone she held. If there was one thing about Chantal, she was definitely fully aware of her talents and her skill inside the ring, she knew what she was capabale of and what she could do. Hell, she earned the name Queen of Carnage during her independent days as a wrestler, and that name has stuck with her through the long-haul. She's gone through many companies, plowed through many, many champions and competitors and, her time in SWA would certainly be no different then any time before.

Chantal Felix: "I've come to make my mark in this company, as I have in so many before it. I worked with ECW; Eastern Championship Wrestling and, I was literally their only female. So yes, you could easily say that I am -- or was -- the First Lady of ECW. And, I managed to garnish victories over some of the most talented, most enthusiastic, most skilled people that wrestling has ever seen; not a single loss on my record, during my stay in ECW. Hell, I even managed to push myself to the top rankings, held a position at the top of their list on people that could be the World Champion there and, truth be told, had the company not folded when it did, I'd be the World Champion. The first and only female to hold that accomplishment too, but, that's neither here nor there. My accolades speak for themself, my record talks so much more for me then I could ever do and, in this ring, my actions will speak much louder then my words ever could. Consider yourselves on notice, because Chantal Felix -- real competition -- is finally here. And, whether you like it, whether these barbaric people sitting alongside the ring area like it" this comment seemed to garnish some heat for Chantal, as members of the crowd began to boo her for the first time in her lengthy career "Whether management in the back likes it or not; I

am a fucking force...oneo f the biggest, most devastating forces that this fucking company has ever seen. And, you can all rest assured, that when the time comes for me to start challenging people, I will take them above and beyond their normal limitations. I will fight, claw and destroy my way to the top of whatever division I have to, move up in the rankings faster then any other person employed with this company now, or ever before and, sooner then you think, I will have championship gold around my slender waist. I promise each and every one of you that" she said, as she pointed to the people in the crowd. "This, begins the marking of a new era, a new time for SWA. I will plow my way through whoever I have to, to get the respect and the attention that I need, I will destroy any competition laid out before me and, I will make damn sure that everyone, forever, remembers the name Chantal Felix. And trust me people, I am just bitch enough, I am capable enough to do it. Hell, I wasn't nicknamed the Queen of Carnage for nothin' people...it's more then a fucking name, it's an accomplishment and I will stand by that accomplishment, by that name until the day that I die. So, to anyone within hearing range of this, anyone that might want to accept my challenge or even lay out a challenge of his or her own, I invite you out to this ring now. I'm no fool when it comes to wrestling, and I make little to no mistakes. My only weakness is the very furocious, aggresive, destructible side of me that, might get me disqualified...might tread that line just a little bit. So please, come on out...show me what you've got because, I can guarantee you, that I've got it ten fold."

And with that, Chantal lowered the microphone and waited patiently, to see if anyone would be ballsy enough to walk out there and accept her challenge, or hell, even challenger her themselves. It wasn't every day that a female came in to the ring with the accomplishments, the record and the skill that Chantal had, it was a lot more then most of the females on the roster currently had, that's for sure. But, still, she wanted to make sure she earned everything she got. She may have been a cocky bitch, but she was also deteremined and a hard worker. She'd never accept a handout, no matter who it was from and this time would be no different. To the brave soul that accepts her challenge; good luck...because you will definitely be in serious need of it.

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