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Jessica Black; Second to None
Topic Started: Aug 8 2014, 04:25 PM (45 Views)
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Wrestler Information

[Wrestler Name]
Jessica Black

[Nickname]
"JB", "Second to None", "The Woman Whose Ego is Second to None" (this one is spoken mainly by her critics/opponents), "The Lady Gangster" (sometimes adds: "from Madison")

[Pic Base]
AJ Lee (modified)

[Height]
5'6"

[Weight]
125lbs

[Date Of Birth]
May 3rd, 1989

[Billed From]
Madison, Wisconsin (currently residing in San Diego, California)

[Alignment]
+2 Minor Face. Technically is a tweener, due to her popularity with the fans despite her heelish personality and tendencies.

In-Ring Information

[Entrance Theme]
"Warrior" by Disturbed

[Entrance Description] (Entrances containing pyrotechnics will be stripped of them)
The crowd cheered as a heavy guitar riff filled the arena speakers as "Warrior" by Disturbed began to play, heralding the arrival of Jessica Black.

I am now an instrument of violence
I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided
Stepping down to battle another day
Remember me for all time this
Determination is a vital part of me
Surrender now or be counted
With the endless masses that I will defeat


It was several seconds before Jessica graced the fans with her presence, clad in her ring gear, as well as a black leather jacket. She stood there, looking out at the sea of faces who have come to see her with an arrogant smirk before she slowly made her way to the ring.

Come on bring it, don't sing it
Better believe it
Broken down, till your hope has died
Beat down till the victory is mine
Stand up and show me some pride
And now, are you ready?


As she reached the ring steps, Jessica climbed up and moved to the middle of the ring apron, flashing the crowd another arrogant smirk as she stretched her arms out. Afterward, Jessica moved to the corner and climbed the top turnbuckle, bellowing "Second to None!" out to the fans as she raised her arms.

I’m one with the warrior inside
My dominance can’t be denied
Your entire world will turn
Into a battlefield tonight
As I look upon you through the warrior’s eyes now
I can see the fear that will
Ensure my victory this time


After she jumped off and into the ring, Jessica moved to the opposite corner and did it once again before climbing down and removing her jacket, waiting for the match to begin, eager to add another name to her growing list of casualties.

[Ring Attire]
Jessica's ring attire consists of a black top and black shorts. On the left leg of the shorts, there are two white stripes running down the leg. And on the right leg, there is a skull design printed on. Completing the attire are a pair of black boots, kneepads, and her wrists are wrapped in black tape. Jessica's Attire

She also comes down to the ring wearing a black leather jacket.

Outside the ring, her fashion sense could be described as punk chic. She normally wears jeans, hoodies and Chuck Taylors, but is also seen in skater dresses and general girly-girl clothing.

Move Information

[Wrestling Style]
Submission/High Flyer

[Primary Finisher]
Code Black

[Description]
Arm-trap Triangle Hold, often (but not always) transitioned from a Uranage

[Secondary/Submission Finisher]
Black Magic

[Description]
Diving Headbutt

[Signature/Lead Up to Finisher]
Splitting Headache

[Description]
Springboard Roundhouse Kick

[10-20 Common Moves]

- Float-over DDT
- Blue Thunder Bomb
- Hurricanrana
- Belly-to-Belly Suplex
- Spinebuster
- German Suplex
- Sleeper
- Headscissors Takedown
- One-handed Bulldog
- Camel Clutch
- Fujiwara Armbar
- Kimura
- Repeated Stomps
- Ghetto Stomp
- Standing Moonsault, with Theatrics
- Diving Foot Stomp
- Moonsault
- Somersault Suicide Dive
- Springboard into either an Arm Drag or a Dropkick
- Shotgun Dropkick

Biography

Arrogant. Egotistical. Cocky. Disrespectful. Asshole. These are but a few of the many words which describe Jessica Nicole Black, but among their number is a phrase describing Jessica which few would deny: Second to None.

Born in Madison, Wisconsin to Lorraine Rosenberg and indy professional wrestler Daniel Black, Jessica had an interesting childhood to say the least. As her mother wanted little to nothing to do with her child, her upbringing became the responsibility of her mother's parents, as well as her wrestler father, who always tried to make the time to be with his daughter, even to the harm of his career.

Jessica grew up around wrestling, thanks to her father, to the point where she considered the ring as her own personal playpen. Was it then any wonder that when she came of age, Jessica had decided to follow in her father's footsteps? For years, she learned her chosen trade from her father, though his teachings could easily be compared to the harsh dojos of Japan, or the old Hart Dungeon.

Daniel Black loved his daughter deeply, but even so, he worked her hard, almost to the point of cruelty. By the time he was done with her training, Jessica had become an engine for dominance in the wrestling ring.

And she was eager to prove it, too. Debuting at age nineteen, she started out in a small promotion in her hometown of Madison and quickly ran roughshod throughout the rest of the roster. It wasn't long before she set out to greener pastures, touring promotions throughout the United States, as well as in Mexico, Canada, Europe, and even Japan. Throughout her six-year career and in countless companies, Jessica has shown her talent and skill to all who watch her.

And now, she has found herself in SURGE Wrestling, eager to show the rest of the roster that she is the best female wrestler in the world. Ultimately, no one is safe from her. To this second-generation wrestler, SURGE is a china shop she is the rampaging bull, and she will not stop until she climbs to the top of this mountain, where she will shout out to the people her oft spoken catchphrase:

"I am Jessica Black, and I am second to none!"

Handler Information

[Your Name] Jonathan

[Best Way To Contact] PM

[Sample Roleplay] (Note required but helps staff book you in competitive matches)

The night was hot as balls out in San Diego, California. But that was nothing new – it was California, it’s always hot as balls. Hot and sticky, which sucked in JB’s book. But despite that, Jessica felt only good things in deciding to move out here. Madison was her home, the town she grew up in, a place she loved and will always hold a certain sense of loyalty to, but San Diego held a place in her heart as that home away from home. Most of her family lived here – on her father’s side, at least – and since signing with a company that operated mainly in the south-west, she felt it only logical that she stick close to where the magic happened.

That and her dad moved here about a year ago, and she liked hanging out with him. Not to mention that some of her wilder cousins also lived in San Diego and she hadn’t had a decent party in months.

But tonight, Jessica Nicole Black was not out partying, nor was she hanging out and tossing down beers with her dad, both activities were preferable to what she subjected herself to. No, instead she was seated crosslegged on her couch in her pyjamas, surrounded by the numerous boxes containing everything she brought with her from Portland after the company she worked with there had gone and went kersplash, and she quietly ate a tub of her favourite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream – Cookie Dough, of course – while she stared at the screen of her laptop, watching old Niobe Martin matches.

As far as her career was concerned, Jessica lived by a certain maxim: ‘Know your enemy as you know yourself, and you will win every battle.’ And so JB has always made it a point to scout out her opponents, know their strengths and weaknesses, see if they’ll pose any sort of challenge – and, dare she say it, some sport – to her.

And in the case of her first ever opponent at 4CW, what she saw of Niobe Martin didn’t impress her in the least.

“Holy Heisenberg’s meth lab do you suck, Niobe,” mumbled Jessica around a spoonful of Ben and Jerry’s as she watched Niobe’s head hit the mat – courtesy of a wrist clutch exploder from Shane Borderland – and is covered for the pin. For the better part of two hours, Jessica sat there in her PJs and watched her first 4CW opponent lose, and right now Jessica started to regret it. That was two hours of her life she would never get back. Two hours she could have done something more interesting.

Jessica was about to stuff another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth when her phone went off with the sound of “Bad Romance” by Halestorm. Pausing for a second to look at her father’s name plastered on the front of her phone as it sat on her coffee table next to her laptop, she put her ice cream down and grabbed the phone as she paused the video.

“Hey, dad,” she said with a smile on her face as she answered the call. “What’s up?”

Eh, nothing much,” replied Daniel. “But hey, I got your text saying you moved in today. Sorry I didn’t get to call you sooner, or that I was there to help out. Training these kids was a pain in the ass today.

Jessica smiled. In the two years since his retirement match, Daniel had decided to become a full-time wrestling coach, handing down the knowledge and skills needed to be someone in this business. She thought it was a good idea, personally. He did a decent job with her training and that of the other kids from Wisconsin who came to him. Plus, it was funny to see him humble some uppity young punk who thought he didn’t need the kind of hard work needed to be a wrestler.

“Hey, no worries, dad,” said Jessica, bunching her legs closer to her stomach. “I get it. But it sounds rough. You wanna talk about it?”

Nah, I’m good, Jessie. It’s nothing I can’t handle with a few good cracks to the face. But what about you? How’s it going with my favourite child?

“I’m your only child!” protested Jessica with a laugh, and then added as an afterthought, “I think.” Daniel Black did love the ladies. He loved them as much as she did. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise her at all if there were a few half-brothers and sisters running around that neither knew about, he was that much of a horn-dog.

Yeah, and I thank God you’re my only daughter, Jessie,” joked Daniel. “I think a bigger pain in the ass than raising you would be raising more than one of you.

“Dad!”

I kid!” Daniel laughed. “You know I love you, Jessie. You were a pain, though. But anyway, you didn’t answer my question. What’s up?

Jessica slid her glasses back up the bridge of her nose before answering. “Nothing much,” she answered. “Just been watching some old videos of my opponent next week.”

Oh yeah!” replied Daniel. “Your new job! How’s 4 Corners treating you?

“I issued an open challenge.”

And?

“And no dice.” It’s been several days and still no dice.

Daniel’s laughter was not something she expected to hear. “Oh, that’s cold! But it brings back a few old memories. You wouldn’t believe the number of times I issued challenges and not gotten any replies. I could never tell if they were ducking me because they knew I’d kick their ass or because they didn’t take me seriously.

“I know, right?! So frustrating!”

What about your cousin Travis? I thought he worked there too. Didn’t he come out? Because you two – you know – do throw down from time to time.

“Nah, I didn’t even see him backstage. Which kind of sucks, I was hoping we'd hang out after the show.”

So what are you gonna do about it? The challenge, I mean.

“Well, the brass set me up with this Niobe chick, so I think I’m gonna beat down on her until she starts crying and maybe then someone’ll finally develop something resembling a nutsack and answer the call. I wanted to scout my opponent out, and like I said, I’ve been watching some old matches of Niobe’s and…well I wish I hadn’t.”

She’s that bad?” asked Daniel.

“She’s that bad,” answered his daughter.

She could almost feel her dad shake his head through the phone. “I know your pain, kiddo,” he said, knowing how it felt to face opponents like that. “I know your pain.

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JB knows no fear, but fear knows JB. She scares the hell out of it.
The cake is a lie, because JB says so.
JB doesn’t own an iPhone. She owns an iKickyourass.
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The next morning, Jessica stood in her backyard staring down a camera she had set up a few paces from her. There she was, dressed in a summer dress and a zip-up hoodie, with a beer in her hand. Jessica loved doing things like this. Cutting promos. Trash talking. Calling out her opponents and just verbally destroying them in general. One could say that she lived for it almost as much as she lived for wrestling. Cutting promos and talking trash was for her right up there with wrestling, heavy metal, and boobies.

And now, she would cut a promo for Niobe. She would talk trash to Niobe. And come the next edition of Adrenaline, she would destroy Niobe.

“Those of you that don’t know me better crawl out of their little hidey-holes and recognize,” she began as she stared through her glasses into the camera. “Those of you who do know me better stand up and make yourselves known to the world that you are a gangster and I am your one and only bosslady. And all of you should know by now that I have made my presence known in 4 Corners Wrestling, for all your viewing pleasure. You’re welcome.”

And with that, Jessica flashed the camera – and by extension those watching – an arrogant smirk before continuing.

“When I showed up at the previous Adrenaline show at the Fox Theatre in Detroit, I issued an open challenge for a wrestling match to anyone and everyone who wanted a shot at yours truly,” she shook her head and let out a short, mirthless laugh, “and wouldn’t you believe that I got no takers? Nobody chomping at the bit to take on the greatest female wrestler in the world today? Wow, man… This is going into TMI territory right here, but I have a strap-on with bigger balls than these guys! As understandable as it is to get as far away as possible from the inevitable beating I’d have given them, I have to say that I was a little disappointed that nobody answered the call. Could it be that there is no man or woman in 4CW who possessed something resembling a spine? Come on, guys! Look at me!”

Jessica took a few steps back and threw her arms out, as if putting herself on display for all to see.

“Look at me, man. I am 5’6” and 125lbs. I am tiny compared to most of you. Are you all telling me that none of you people want to fight a little girl like me?” Jessica suddenly flashed the camera a wide grin. “Now, that tells me something about you all. It tells me that you’re either afraid of little ol’ JB right here, or you don’t take her seriously.”

Taking a step back to her original spot, Jessica stared into the camera as she removed her hood.

“My advice to the rest of the locker room would be to never judge a book by its cover. I may be small and good looking, but don’t let that fool you. I am a one-woman war machine, boys and girls. I am candy-coated poison. I may come from a nice part of a nice city in a nice state, but I’m still tough enough to take you all on!”

“But my challenge still stands, my friends, and it doesn’t matter to me who finally grows some backbone and steps up…whether it’s my cousin Travis, or his girlfriend, or that toothless guy with all the tattoos…Jason something, or even that crazy lady running around like some wannabe Batwoman. I’ll take you all on, whether it be one of you, two of you, ten of you or even all of you at the same time, I don’t care. I just want to fight and prove to the world that I am second to none.”

So that was it for that. The challenge that Jessica had made several days ago was still open for challengers. But whether her call finally gets answered, nobody knows. Jessica hoped so, she was eager to see who could take her on. She paused to take a quick swig of her beer, and then raised her head to think some more on what she was going to say, now. And then suddenly, as if it were an afterthought, she remembered another factor for her first promo for her new home in 4CW, as if to say ‘oh yeah! I knew I had something else to talk about!’

“Which brings me to another reason as to why I’m speaking into this camera, right now,” she continued, “I’m pretty sure a lot of you 4CW fans out there know that my wrestling debut with the company will be at the Warner Theatre in Washington DC, at the August 11th edition of Adrenaline.”

She smiled as she gave a thumbs-up to the camera.

“Cheap plug, right there, not to mention that my match will not only be the first match of the show, but also its true main event. Now, how’s that for a treat for all the 4CW fans! Aren’t we good to you? And you’re getting that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach right about now. Aren’t you? What am I saying, of course you are! It’s your dose of JB within the first hour! But anyway, I digress. And it seems to me that instead of having somebody step up and accept the aforementioned challenge of mine, management has decided to throw someone to the wolves, as it were.”

“Niobe Martin, you have the distinct honour and the great displeasure of being the first ever victim of Jessica Black during her stay in 4CW.” Jessica shook her head and let out a whistle, followed by a small chuckle to herself as she drew from her beer. “Oooh, buddy! I can only imagine how that phone call went.”

She cleared her throat before continuing.

“What do you mean I have to fight the amazing and powerful Jessica Black?!” she said, in a squeaky high-pitch voice which was meant to imitate her opponent. “Everybody knows how awesome a wrestler she is, not to mention that she’s sooooo much prettier than I am! She deserves a challenge, not some wannabe that’ll cry when Jessica beats her senseless!”

“Well, Niobe,” she continued, this time in a gruff, low and growly voice, trying to sound like a man. “You’re gonna fight her because we think it’d be funny to see you cry when your skinny little ass hits that mat and she’s got your arm and neck wrapped up like a pretzel, making you scream like a little bitch and tapping out.”

Squeaky-voice. “But…she’s gonna kill me!”

Faux-Man-voice. “Deal, bitch. Or you’re fired!”

Jessica laughed. “Oh, okay…okay,” she continued in her normal speaking voice. “That was pretty mean of me, Niobe, and I admit that. And I’d apologise too, but… I’m an asshole, so deal. Anyway, I must admit that I did a little research on you the night before I decided to come and cut this promo. I sat in my new place right here in sunny San Diego, in my PJs, eating ice cream and not feeling the least bit guilty about it while I watched a few of your old matches. And let me tell you, sweetie…I’ve seen some losers in my time as a professional wrestler, but…wow. All those losses, Niobe… I think that jobbers the world over have better track records than you, and they’re paid to lose!”

“And you call yourself the ‘Nightmare’? Please... The only nightmare I ever saw was the one in my sleep after seeing just how bad you are. I mean, sure, you got some wins in and I applaud you for that, but when somebody’s win/loss record is that bad, maybe they should stop and think about what they’re doing wrong, which in your case was deciding to be a wrestler in the first place.”

“But yeah, I don’t think I have anything to worry about when it comes to you, Niobe. And when August 11th rolls around and it’s you and yours truly in that squared circle in front of 1800 people and every single one of them just happen to be JB fans chanting my name, you and everyone watching both at the arena and at home will soon realise that you and I...we won’t be having a match.”

“What’s that, you say?” she said, holding a hand out in front of her ear. “‘JB and I won’t be having a match?’

She smirked as she shook her head.

“No, no, no, my friend! We will not! Because instead of a wrestling match, what will happen between those ropes is gonna be a one-sided beatdown, and I’m the Lady Gangster bringing that 10lb hammer crashing down on your head. That’s right, Niobe, when that bell rings and until that bell rings a second time, your ass is mine and I dare you to prove me wrong.”

“And to all you gamblers out there watching this, my advice to you would be to go to Vegas and bet all your life savings on yours truly. It’s a great bet and you’ll be going home rich men and women, I guarantee it. Not only because Niobe Martin is a natural born loser,” and with her free hand, Jessica curled her fingers and formed a gun which she held inches from her face before she continued, “but also because I am Jessica Black and I…am second to none!”

Jessica put her beer down on the ground, removed her glasses, and stowed them in one of her pockets before taking a few steps forward and lifting the camera up from its tripod, holding it at arm’s length from her face as she prepared to finish the promo.

“Be seeing you in DC, Niobe,” she said. “Try not to suck so hard this time, okay puddin’?”
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