Rhiannon
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Character Info
Yellow strobe lights flicker, and out of the smoke steps Rhiannon, standing tall and immovable atop the ramp. Her jet-black leather jacket gleams under the strobe lights, metalic golden trim running up her sleeves like living veins. Her gold-striped visor hides her eyes completely, leaving her a cold, inhuman silhouette to all those watching on.
She lifts two fingers to the edge of the visor and tilts it down just slightly, her hips swinging to one side as she scans the crowd, disdain dripping from every movement. One hand resting on her hip, she lets the fans soak in the full look: the gold-trimmed, cutout body-suit, the geometric draconic tattoos on her thighs, her thick-souled boots thudding ominously as each step hits the ground in time with the beat of her theme music.
Announcer: Entering the ring, standing at 5’9”, hailing from Llandudno, Wales - ‘The Dragoness’ Rhiiiiiiiiiiiiannon!
As her name echoes around the arena, she moves, stalking her way towards the ring, her stride exuding the confidence of a well-trained veteran, her head tilted like she’s already bored of whoever she’s about to dismantle in what could only be described as her hunting ground.
Her head tilts slowly towards the hard cam as she nears her destination, offering a dangerous smirk, before sliding into the ring with a fluidity that betrays her technical mastery. She stands, posture confident as in a well-practised movement, slipping her jacket off and flinging it onto a top turnbuckle. Lights shift to a strobing golden spotlight as she reaches for her visor, a smirk crossing her face as she slowly slides them off, tossing them into the same corner as she threw her jacket, all without breaking eye contact with the camera.
Stepping into a corner, Rhiannon cracks her knuckles, bouncing on her heels as she does - a dragon coiled, waiting to strike, burn and break. The message is clear: The Dragoness has arrived!
In Ring Data
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Dragon Fang Driver
A Snap Wrist-Clutch Fisherman Driver - Rhiannon catches her opponent’s arm like she’s hooking prey, snapping it into a wrist-clutch that forces them down and off balance. In a fluid motion, she threads the arm between her legs, hooks the far leg fisherman-style, and drives them straight down into a compact, neck-crunching driver.
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Draconic Maw
Modified Dragon Sleeper with Leg Trap - Rhiannon slips behind her opponent and locks in a Dragon Sleeper, but instead of just leaning back, she threads one leg between theirs and hooks their far thigh, trapping their lower body. This forces them into a twisted kneeling position while she arches back, turning the hold into a full body torque. Her free hand often pulls their trapped arm across their own throat, amplifying the pressure.
A no-nonsense technician/brawler hybrid who never backs down from a challenge. Her tactics may change based on her opponents, but no-matter the size or skill of her opponent, her tenacity shines through. Her sass rarely fails to show it's face too, adding some draconic heat in her words.
She uses a unique mix of technical wrestling and precise strikes, with flavouring of high flying, to break her opponents down, leveraging key aspects and body parts to each fighting style to try and disable her opponent's skills.
Rhiannon always targets either where a wrestler is weakest, or what will make them weakest if worn down.
Rhiannon never backs down from a challenge, no matter its size. Whatever her disadvantage, she finds ways to twist things to her advantage within the rules, even if it follows the letter of the law, but not its intented use.