Primal Wrestling Guerrilla

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Last season the referee until she was unceremoniously beaten up by Vain Glory and fired by Cecille Vera. Following the season, for putting up with all of that abuse her employers at the Syndicate. Namely one Godbert Manderville gave her enough money to purchase PWG outright.Taking the company over before Vera could sell it to some unsavory sorts from the Lalakuza. With him out of the way, she's making sure every wrestler is paid and gets a chance. Her tastes do run a little more eccentric. Cecille Vera was right at the wrong time, PWG may be more like a Carnival or Circus as the days pass!

Meet Kit Carroway; spunky spitfire and wrestling fan extraordinaire! Having been in love with professional wrestling from a very young age, her joy was bursting at the seams when she was "handpicked by the esteemed Mr. Vera" to call the action from ringside. A nearly irritating level of good nature finds her almost always siding with the good guys, much to the chagrin of her employer.Now with Misty in complete control of the company, the proverbial chains of her oppressive former employer have been lifted, and Kit now sits comfortably as the head commentator of PWG! Whereas the circumstances of her employment have changed drastically, her one true mission has and always will be the same: Make Pro Wrestling Guerrilla the GREATEST SOURCE OF TOP-QUALITY PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING IN ALL OF EITHERYS!

Before he became a motorcycle-riding hoodlum, Teddy Boy was brought up by his parents to be a chocobokeep. However, the tedium of caring for horsebirds weighed fast on the man as he grew up, and at the age of 20, he joined a gang of rough-and-tough Garlond Ironworks bikers. Teddy cares most about his looks and confidence, and is not afraid to cheat when the going gets tough. His favorite trinket is his switchblade comb, often used to brush his hair back into perfect shape.

A man-made treasure to the homage of 'Blondes-have-more-fun.' He is full of the belief that blondes are superior, he has no respect for anyone who doesn't have blonde hair, Referees included. A promotion should always have a Blonde champion and anyone without blonde hair should have their hair cut or dyed blonde.A perfectionist of the Wrestling Style. Holds, grapples, slams, and suplexes are where he believes himself unmatched in ability. He holds himself to the moniker 'Eorzea's Greatest Wrestler' and dares anyone to prove him otherwise.He loves to command a crowd's attention long before he even enters the arena. A figure of avarice and proud of it. He has long strived to build this body of work, from mat knowledge to physical fitness. His time in the ring is when he will make all others acknowledge their own self-failings and inability to the dilligence of perfection he maintains.

Mimikku is a strange creature, coming from unknown lands due simply to the fact that she hasn't told anyone. Or talked. Ever. Mimikku is a mute mime that enjoys the aspects of fun, chaos and making everyone around them laugh from her antics. Whether that be from randomly trapping people in boxes or making invisible trap holes in the floor for people to step in, all the way to 'mimicking' other people around them, but always terribly. Try as she might, she can never fully copy someone's moves to perfection but gosh darn it, she's gonna try! Will you join this jubilant jester in some fun? Or perhaps making the bad guys look silly!

A woman of fate, a tinker and a gypsy, she's spent her life roaming the lands. Wherever the chocobos stopped is her home. Living amongst those who struggle has raised her well in self defense and keeping spirits high. In a world of uncertainty she keeps her vitality knowing The Divine will guide her safely to her destination. With the fates of the universe as her guide, nothing can stop her. Do you think you'll be stronger than the stars?

There was once a Konformer who used to listen to everything the Ishgard Church said. Pray every day, kill all dragons and to never question. The Konformer was happy to be a sheep and never knew there was anything better. Then he heard the voice of a True God."Do you intend to follow... or to lead..? I will show you... great things, things your puny church would never dare..."And the Konformer listened. He left Ishgard and lived in the mountains, praying and listening to the voices of his God. As the years passed he felt the strength grow in his veins, the strength of a Wyrm! But one day in his blood meditations his God finally spoke...."My loyal subject... Your Wyrm Blood is great yet your pathetic form is too weak... Come... I will give you a vessel that will make you all powerful!!!"Pain injects right into the Konformer's skull and shoots through every inch of his body! The man fell to his knees and held his face! It happened in an instant. The intense heat giving way to resistence. His skin fell off. Underneath were blood red scales. Smoke billowed from his nostrils and his fingers became claws and he had wings. Konformer was a Wyrm now."Come... Show the world the true meaning of pain... ** ___HeriTik!!!**___"

The Rumor is Shadow strike is from one of the underground duskwight cities where at only she knows. She fights using her strength and durability when she has to. Other than her mysterious employer whom she is loyal to will make trusting her in anything other than a temporary alliance a risk. Does she truely have an employeer calling the shots on who she attacks or is that just a smokescreen. Only time the others see her train is during mandatory training sessions and even then it is bare min leaving others to wonder how she fights as a mystery.

Born in the deserts of Sagolli this apex predator honed her skills in combat. Seeking fortune and strong prey she found PWG. Now ever on the hunt Viper seeks strong foes and even bigger payouts as she paves her way in the world of professional wreslting.

Whiskey is a local of the streets of Ul'dah. Born into a poor life, she learned at a young age the two most valuable skills one can have - how to use charm to get what you want, and if that fails... how to use violence to get it instead.And using those skills, becoming a con artist came natural for her. Slipping from street to street, back alley dives and seedy bars, she found herself living "the good life" - but it was never enough. She was always looking for the next mark, the next scam...That's when a discarded flier caught her eye, fluttering through the crowded streets of the Sapphire Exchange. "Wrestling... glory... steel chairs... Well well, work a crowd, break a few knee caps and get some fame and gil at the end. This should be too easy, looks like I need to pay these fools a visit."

Pawton is THE drag king superstar. He brings the drama, the glitz and the glam. Loud costumes, music, pyro, ribbons and glitter all turned up to the max. He’s here to have a good time and put on a good show.
He’s a flamboyant androgynous showman with firey mannerisms. He takes everything seriously, to a comedic extreme.
The Boys are his masked emotional support sidekicks. Pawton is completely loyal and devoted to his Boys in a campy mentor/mentee relationship. The Boys cheer him on, provide extra flavour, provide interception spots, and inadvertently get into a lot of trouble as they act chaotic and uncontrollable.

A Carbuncle of questionable origin. Was he a science experiment with aether gone wrong? The unspoken rage shared among all Carbuncles made manifest? A deceptive double act between a summoned Carbuncle and a otherwise violent oaf of a Roe? Or, is Chuckle really a powerhouse of a Carbuncle by just eating his Chubby Fellas sticks every damn meal?

Kelly "Blueberry" Kindle, a nickname given by the Station because of her vibrant blue hair and short stature, started her life humble. Being a Miner ever since she was able to swing an pickaxe, she helped carve out a living for her and her aging Grandmother.Life was simple and easy, until rogue Qiqirn attacked in the night. It was here, unarmed, that Kelly learned she had natural brawling talent by helping to defend the town...but it also left her with a desire to become, more. Kelly started arriving at local fight clubs...and winning. Most underestimating her for the family drawl in her voice or her small size, before realizing the explosive power she could summon up when under pressure!Two years of fighting in small venues, backyards, gyms and more has lead to this moment! Now training at Starlit Dojo, under the tutelage of "The Lominsan Dragon" Tama Hagane, Kelly seeks to make a splash onto the big time with her unique charisma, undying energy and innovative offense!

I was just swimming and I just got hands and legs. Didn’t know much I slap a fish.

Doug Daniels III: You know.The famed and foul mouthed heel manager who brought now famous wrestlers to the spot light is doing so again with his newest underling, the soon-to-be PWG beloved champion of the weak, The Doug Knight.

The Doug Knight: You're gonna learn.The newest roster member and notorious face for PWG, determined to bring justice for the weak. To put a stop to evil horrible people, like the kind that would make fun of a Lalafell for falling and hurting their tummy or something. Using his cunning and tenacity, he's going to cut down his opponents physically and mentally, as he's guided by the best and most coolest of managers, Doug Daniels III, aka DDIII.This rag-tag team of clearly two different people are about to bring something new to PWG. Or maybe something the same. Or like, something sorta in-between.Prepare yourself.

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Dress for success, Lunette has always been here. At least that's what she claims. Either way she came with her own referee uniform and she can count real good.The only problem is, she can't see shit.

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A fresh graduate from the Brass Blades Military Academy of Ul'Dah, Officer Harris Mint is phresh on the beat, and is the Golden Rule of authority in the ring.Stunting as more than just ring security, the peace-keeper will be doing anything but under the banners of the Brass Blades patrol unit.If you're starting or stopping a fight -- it doesn't matter when the long arm of the law overstretches to keep Bad Boys in check by throwing blows, crushing elbows into posts and pinning the riff-raff into submission.