Real Name: Elina Reinhardt
Age: 26
Hair Color: Brown (But often dyes it)
Eye Color: Left eye is blue, right eye is brown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200
Alignment: Tweener
Nationality: Romanian (is of German descent)
Hometown: Transylvania, Romania
Entrance Music:
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Whether in the ring or out, Bloody Mary is oftentimes a woman of few words, fitting well into the strong and silent archetype.
When on the job, she presents herself as a battle loving, bloodthirsty (both figuratively and literally) warrior. Brutal, but not without mercy. Against a less hardened opponent, she's likely to try to end the match as soon as she can after she's had some fun scaring the shit out of them.
Mary is much more gentle outside of wrestling, although aloof, still. An introvert who doesn't do much socializing outside of The Coterie.
When on the job, she presents herself as a battle loving, bloodthirsty (both figuratively and literally) warrior. Brutal, but not without mercy. Against a less hardened opponent, she's likely to try to end the match as soon as she can after she's had some fun scaring the shit out of them.
Mary is much more gentle outside of wrestling, although aloof, still. An introvert who doesn't do much socializing outside of The Coterie.
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Part 1
Elina Reindhardt had a rather mundane and uneventful upbringing. Loving parents who provided a comfortable middle class lifestyle, and a middling, but smooth experience in school: Average grades. Not many friends since she was always an introverted sort, but no lasting enemies either, as she was also bigger than most of her peers and capable of scrapping with the roughest and toughest among them.
A peaceful, but somewhat boring existence. She had a few activities to occupy her time: She'd joined the wrestling teams in middle and high school, and loved to hike through Transylvania's expansive wilderness with her father. But there was something missing, still. A void that she didn't know how to fill.
Well, partying definitely wasn't it. Waking up in a bed that she didn't remember climbing into, next to a girl she didn't know, after having tied her down with handcuffs that she didn't even remember acquiring, the keys -- and her pants -- being who knows where...
Elina would keep the handcuffs bit filed away for a rainy day, though. One where she and her future company are both sober and alert. That was a morning that she didn't want to repeat.
She would explore her kinks more with Eveline Morasanu, one of the more popular girls in their school. Elina admired the gothic aesthetic that she and her little sister had gone with, and had a curiosity about their father, a renowned eccentric of sorts who had purchased the famed Castle Dracula some years back.
Although a touch aloof like any father when meeting their daughter's significant other, the ice would cool and the two would form a friendly relationship, beginning with a bond over their shared interests in wrestling, the great outdoors, and "Vampire: The Masquerade". His work kept him from getting too deep into the game, but he would enjoy the occasional short scenario.
What made him especially awesome to her was the fact that he was a devoted Gangrel player.
Elina and Eveline would have an amicable breakup when the former's studies took her to the States, where she would find her calling in life. After impressing her in a sparring session, her college roommate, Maxine, would invite her to a local MMA event that had something extra to it.
BattleFuck Championship. A crude name, but there was no better fit. A perfect encapsulation of the kind of competition it hosted: It was brutal. Merciless. Combat sex at its most primal. Every fight held the promise of a delectable concoction of blood and cum. Maybe even a nice helping of tears every once in a while.
Maxine participated in the first fight she saw there, standing opposite of Julius Newman. The mat was stained with crimson as the two modern day gladiators clashed so intensely, it seemed that they both wanted the other dead. In the end, Julius would render her insensate with a combination of a rear naked choke and a hard anal pounding.
This. This is what has been missing from Elina's life.
Maxine wasn't one who took losing well, and the loss she suffered had left her ego especially sore. It was a semi-final match of a tournament, against an opponent whose emasculation via strap-on she'd promised the crowd. Unaware of Elina's true strength, she would later attempt to threaten her into keeping quiet on campus. The owner happened upon the scene that followed: Refusing to be cowed, Elina received a hook to the jaw. The attack came right back around to Maxine in the form of a powerful lariat that laid her out.
Mr. Shumpert liked the look of her. Tall, built, dark -- those eyes especially. A killer's eyes. Sensing potential, he hired her on the spot.
With formal martial training that only included amateur wrestling, with self-taught portions of the professional thrown in afterwards, along with straight up brawling, Elina wasn't the most skilled in the BFC's pool of fighters. But she had a solid physicality: Getting hit by her felt like getting hit by an express train. Her slams were as flattening as a hydraulic press. Being caught in one of her holds was akin to being caught in a vice. She had a gut of reinforced steel, and a skull that put Rocky Balboa's to shame. And of course, no wrestler worth their salt gets gassed easily.
And she was often times motivated to go at her hardest as well: Her style had a strong pro-wrestling influence in an environment that held a prevalent sentiment against it. There were plenty of fighters who wanted to do some permanent damage, making who they saw as a poser regret having the gall to face real warriors, and there was a sizeable section of the audience who wanted to see it happen.
Bloody Mary came to be after her third fight, in which she faced Carl Lucas, who was particularly vocal with that stance. He promised the fans that he would pound the "play fighter" into the dirt in more ways than one. It was a grueling affair that would open Elina's eyes to a darker side of her being that she wasn't aware of prior: That taste for blood when it dripped from his broken nose and into her mouth when they struggled for a dominant position on the mat, the joy she took in ripping screams from the throat of someone strong, and in that wild, crazy sex you only get in the heat of combat.
Several comments posted about the video that was put together afterwards likened her to a vampire, inspiring her to dip into some pro-wrestling style pageantry: She got her canine teeth shaped into sharp fangs, decided to go with leather and fishnets over regular cage fighting gear, found some new entrance music, and through it, her ring name...
The seeming disrespect only fanned the flames, which made for better fights and more calls for blood. The BFC audience was a bloodthirsty bunch in general, and blood, they would receive. But those who bet against her would find themselves out of some good money most nights. And those who were looking forward to seeing her knocked out or tapping out would remain disappointed throughout her time there, with the few losses on her record coming about through orgasm.
After her battle against Regina Spaniolo, which she'd managed to finish with an arm that had been snapped in two with a vicious Kimura, the fans would come to see that Bloody Mary, while unconventional, was the real deal. That drive, along with her intense physicality and sadism would even make her a favorite, one of the top names in the Heavyweight division.
A peaceful, but somewhat boring existence. She had a few activities to occupy her time: She'd joined the wrestling teams in middle and high school, and loved to hike through Transylvania's expansive wilderness with her father. But there was something missing, still. A void that she didn't know how to fill.
Well, partying definitely wasn't it. Waking up in a bed that she didn't remember climbing into, next to a girl she didn't know, after having tied her down with handcuffs that she didn't even remember acquiring, the keys -- and her pants -- being who knows where...
Elina would keep the handcuffs bit filed away for a rainy day, though. One where she and her future company are both sober and alert. That was a morning that she didn't want to repeat.
She would explore her kinks more with Eveline Morasanu, one of the more popular girls in their school. Elina admired the gothic aesthetic that she and her little sister had gone with, and had a curiosity about their father, a renowned eccentric of sorts who had purchased the famed Castle Dracula some years back.
Although a touch aloof like any father when meeting their daughter's significant other, the ice would cool and the two would form a friendly relationship, beginning with a bond over their shared interests in wrestling, the great outdoors, and "Vampire: The Masquerade". His work kept him from getting too deep into the game, but he would enjoy the occasional short scenario.
What made him especially awesome to her was the fact that he was a devoted Gangrel player.
Elina and Eveline would have an amicable breakup when the former's studies took her to the States, where she would find her calling in life. After impressing her in a sparring session, her college roommate, Maxine, would invite her to a local MMA event that had something extra to it.
BattleFuck Championship. A crude name, but there was no better fit. A perfect encapsulation of the kind of competition it hosted: It was brutal. Merciless. Combat sex at its most primal. Every fight held the promise of a delectable concoction of blood and cum. Maybe even a nice helping of tears every once in a while.
Maxine participated in the first fight she saw there, standing opposite of Julius Newman. The mat was stained with crimson as the two modern day gladiators clashed so intensely, it seemed that they both wanted the other dead. In the end, Julius would render her insensate with a combination of a rear naked choke and a hard anal pounding.
This. This is what has been missing from Elina's life.
Maxine wasn't one who took losing well, and the loss she suffered had left her ego especially sore. It was a semi-final match of a tournament, against an opponent whose emasculation via strap-on she'd promised the crowd. Unaware of Elina's true strength, she would later attempt to threaten her into keeping quiet on campus. The owner happened upon the scene that followed: Refusing to be cowed, Elina received a hook to the jaw. The attack came right back around to Maxine in the form of a powerful lariat that laid her out.
Mr. Shumpert liked the look of her. Tall, built, dark -- those eyes especially. A killer's eyes. Sensing potential, he hired her on the spot.
With formal martial training that only included amateur wrestling, with self-taught portions of the professional thrown in afterwards, along with straight up brawling, Elina wasn't the most skilled in the BFC's pool of fighters. But she had a solid physicality: Getting hit by her felt like getting hit by an express train. Her slams were as flattening as a hydraulic press. Being caught in one of her holds was akin to being caught in a vice. She had a gut of reinforced steel, and a skull that put Rocky Balboa's to shame. And of course, no wrestler worth their salt gets gassed easily.
And she was often times motivated to go at her hardest as well: Her style had a strong pro-wrestling influence in an environment that held a prevalent sentiment against it. There were plenty of fighters who wanted to do some permanent damage, making who they saw as a poser regret having the gall to face real warriors, and there was a sizeable section of the audience who wanted to see it happen.
Bloody Mary came to be after her third fight, in which she faced Carl Lucas, who was particularly vocal with that stance. He promised the fans that he would pound the "play fighter" into the dirt in more ways than one. It was a grueling affair that would open Elina's eyes to a darker side of her being that she wasn't aware of prior: That taste for blood when it dripped from his broken nose and into her mouth when they struggled for a dominant position on the mat, the joy she took in ripping screams from the throat of someone strong, and in that wild, crazy sex you only get in the heat of combat.
Several comments posted about the video that was put together afterwards likened her to a vampire, inspiring her to dip into some pro-wrestling style pageantry: She got her canine teeth shaped into sharp fangs, decided to go with leather and fishnets over regular cage fighting gear, found some new entrance music, and through it, her ring name...
The seeming disrespect only fanned the flames, which made for better fights and more calls for blood. The BFC audience was a bloodthirsty bunch in general, and blood, they would receive. But those who bet against her would find themselves out of some good money most nights. And those who were looking forward to seeing her knocked out or tapping out would remain disappointed throughout her time there, with the few losses on her record coming about through orgasm.
After her battle against Regina Spaniolo, which she'd managed to finish with an arm that had been snapped in two with a vicious Kimura, the fans would come to see that Bloody Mary, while unconventional, was the real deal. That drive, along with her intense physicality and sadism would even make her a favorite, one of the top names in the Heavyweight division.
Part 2
Bloody Mary would clash with another rising star for the number one spot. A woman who was known competitively as Lucinda Kane. As she was another fighter with an alternative aesthetic -- an aesthetic that included fangs, at that -- Mary kept a close eye on her after she stepped in through the door. With a style that was an amalgamation of Tae Kwon Do, Boxing, and Jiu Jitsu, Lucinda didn't face the same adversity that she had, but her ego had ruffled some feathers, mainly those of the other fighters.
The redhead was one who ran the risk of being too talented for their own good. While remaining undefeated in one-on-one competition for two years, she would occasionally take on two, sometimes three, and one time, even four opponents on at once for a bonus, claiming that one alone would never be enough to handle her.
Granted, she did decently in those circumstances as well, even managing to emerge from the four-on-one contest victorious, although that had a lot more to do with her opponents losing focus at the finish line after the fight had turned into a gangbang.
Theirs would be the age old clash of the unstoppable force and immovable object. When they finally stood opposite of each other inside the octagon for the first of five times, Lucinda would take Mary as seriously as she had every other fighter up to that point: That is to say, not at all.
One broken rib later, and she would change her tune. But by then, her ego had already become her undoing. All the power had left her body for that one moment, causing her to crumple. And with an injury that rendered her incapable of pulling off the movements required to escape, she was helpless after being pulled into the Jaws of The Beast. But to her credit, she kept fighting to the very end, surviving three booming suplexes while the hold was locked in before she finally went to sleep. It was an underwhelming contest to both the fans and Mary, who walked away with fewer scrapes than she was expecting.
The second fight would be much different. Lucinda was all business stepping into the cage, on a mission to erase the stains that the first had left on her reputation. Those few seconds they stood face to face while the referee went over the few rules the league had got Mary pumped. There was fire in those beautiful green eyes.
The war that ensued was the stuff of legend. Lucinda was absolutely relentless. A master striker who packed enough power behind her rapid fire blows to eventually force some defense out of the titan who had become (in)famous for eating even elbows and knees on the way to destroying her enemy. Mary couldn't do that against her, even after the Frenzy had set in. Grappling had ended in a stalemate, with her power being unable to overcome Lucinda's technique and vice versa. Sex? God, the crowd, and thousands of viewers at home knew she wanted it that night. No one had given her an experience that was so intense.
The mere act of kissing her had pissed Lucinda off; alas, the redhead had other plans. Either choking Mary out to bring things full circle, or knocking her head off of her shoulders. And she would persist, even after that same rib that did her in in the last fight got cracked halfway through. It was around that same point in time that Mary had to figure out how to keep fighting while the earth swayed from side to side and she was seeing three of her.
Both women were mangled beyond the point where a referee would have stepped in to stop the fight in a more responsible establishment, but that wasn't the BFC. Thirty minutes, no rounds. No breaks. No judges. The only way a fight would end was through a knockout, submission, orgasm, or in the case of this contest, a draw when those thirty minutes had passed. The crowd couldn't decide whether they wanted to cheer for the magnificent show that they'd just seen or jeer its anticlimactic conclusion. The cheers would win out when both main eventers agreed that this wasn't the end.
But first, they required a lengthy recovery. Mr. Shumpert may not have been running the most upstanding organization, but he wasn't so foolish as to do it while denying his fighters healthcare. They were checked into St. Mercy, one of the area's best hospitals. And they would be roomed right next to each other. A recipe for disaster, surely?
To Mary's surprise, Lucinda would often visit and talk with her, usually in defiance of her doctor's orders to stay in bed. The first time, after a pregnant moment's passing where she swallowed her pride, Lucinda would thank her for both bouts. As was the case with Mary in the second, they were the sort that every great fighter needs. Those that push you to the brink and show you and the rest of the world what you're really made of. A blazing Hell that made you stronger just by surviving it; walking through it, looking back at it, and saying "I want more."
The two would become friends, starting off with a bond over how similar their lives were: Both had pleasant, but stale lives and were on the hunt for ways to spice them up. Competitive sports, the great outdoors, some freakier, rougher action in the bedroom...Both had found homes aesthetically and socially in the alternative. And a particularly important one for Mary was that Lucinda was also a "Vampire: The Masquerade" fan. And interestingly, she played a Banu Haqim. Warrior caste, of course. She was a fun addition to the video chat sessions Mary had with Eveline, Emilia, and after she had come along, Jaclyn.
Their newfound friendship wouldn't make their next two fights any less physical, however. In fact, the opposite would be true.
Mary had seen Lucinda work the few men who did well enough to satisfy the Red Sonja thing she had going on, and was quite pleased to know that she knew her way around a woman's body too. So much so that she was able to even the score. It wouldn't be that easy the fourth time, however. Another bout that ended in a draw, but only because the referee couldn't determine who came first. Such is one of the dangers of using a double-ended dildo.
Their fifth and final fight against each other ended in yet another draw when the thirty minute time limit expired. She was dead tired and everything hurt, and doing so much as a taking a breath only made it worse, but Mary couldn't help but laugh when it happened. It started to feel like they were destined to do this until the end of time. Like Kazuma Kiryu and Goro Majima.
When she approached her rival for a hug, she got a tongue shoved down her throat, her leg swept, and taken down to the mat. Lucinda had decided to treat the crowd to an impromptu tie breaker. Having been caught by surprise, Mary didn't count the orgasm that had been tribbed out of her. Lucinda did, and challenged her to do something about it and even the score...if she could.
Before she could oblige her, Mr. Shumpert would announce the introduction of tag team fights. Seeing an opportunity for them both to stand at the very top of the mountain, Lucinda would suggest that they join forces. And after they got those belts around their waists -- "because who the hell is gonna stop us?" -- they would return to their business and settle things once and for all.
And indeed, it seemed as though there was no one in the BFC who could stop them. But before the dominant duo could find out for certain, the company would go under when Mr. Shumpert was arrested on some serious charges: It turned out that he was a player in a drug trafficking operation.
The BFC was, at its heart, a shithole. With sleazy and unsavory types abound, it felt like Lucinda was the only decent person there. But it was the only place they knew of where they could scratch their itch for combat sex.
Eveline and her girlfriend, Serina Levesque II (who were going by the ring names Lacramioara Albescu and Ionia, respectively) would offer them a way to get their combat fix, at least: Joining them in a full-contact professional wrestling organization known as the ACW.
The redhead was one who ran the risk of being too talented for their own good. While remaining undefeated in one-on-one competition for two years, she would occasionally take on two, sometimes three, and one time, even four opponents on at once for a bonus, claiming that one alone would never be enough to handle her.
Granted, she did decently in those circumstances as well, even managing to emerge from the four-on-one contest victorious, although that had a lot more to do with her opponents losing focus at the finish line after the fight had turned into a gangbang.
Theirs would be the age old clash of the unstoppable force and immovable object. When they finally stood opposite of each other inside the octagon for the first of five times, Lucinda would take Mary as seriously as she had every other fighter up to that point: That is to say, not at all.
One broken rib later, and she would change her tune. But by then, her ego had already become her undoing. All the power had left her body for that one moment, causing her to crumple. And with an injury that rendered her incapable of pulling off the movements required to escape, she was helpless after being pulled into the Jaws of The Beast. But to her credit, she kept fighting to the very end, surviving three booming suplexes while the hold was locked in before she finally went to sleep. It was an underwhelming contest to both the fans and Mary, who walked away with fewer scrapes than she was expecting.
The second fight would be much different. Lucinda was all business stepping into the cage, on a mission to erase the stains that the first had left on her reputation. Those few seconds they stood face to face while the referee went over the few rules the league had got Mary pumped. There was fire in those beautiful green eyes.
The war that ensued was the stuff of legend. Lucinda was absolutely relentless. A master striker who packed enough power behind her rapid fire blows to eventually force some defense out of the titan who had become (in)famous for eating even elbows and knees on the way to destroying her enemy. Mary couldn't do that against her, even after the Frenzy had set in. Grappling had ended in a stalemate, with her power being unable to overcome Lucinda's technique and vice versa. Sex? God, the crowd, and thousands of viewers at home knew she wanted it that night. No one had given her an experience that was so intense.
The mere act of kissing her had pissed Lucinda off; alas, the redhead had other plans. Either choking Mary out to bring things full circle, or knocking her head off of her shoulders. And she would persist, even after that same rib that did her in in the last fight got cracked halfway through. It was around that same point in time that Mary had to figure out how to keep fighting while the earth swayed from side to side and she was seeing three of her.
Both women were mangled beyond the point where a referee would have stepped in to stop the fight in a more responsible establishment, but that wasn't the BFC. Thirty minutes, no rounds. No breaks. No judges. The only way a fight would end was through a knockout, submission, orgasm, or in the case of this contest, a draw when those thirty minutes had passed. The crowd couldn't decide whether they wanted to cheer for the magnificent show that they'd just seen or jeer its anticlimactic conclusion. The cheers would win out when both main eventers agreed that this wasn't the end.
But first, they required a lengthy recovery. Mr. Shumpert may not have been running the most upstanding organization, but he wasn't so foolish as to do it while denying his fighters healthcare. They were checked into St. Mercy, one of the area's best hospitals. And they would be roomed right next to each other. A recipe for disaster, surely?
To Mary's surprise, Lucinda would often visit and talk with her, usually in defiance of her doctor's orders to stay in bed. The first time, after a pregnant moment's passing where she swallowed her pride, Lucinda would thank her for both bouts. As was the case with Mary in the second, they were the sort that every great fighter needs. Those that push you to the brink and show you and the rest of the world what you're really made of. A blazing Hell that made you stronger just by surviving it; walking through it, looking back at it, and saying "I want more."
The two would become friends, starting off with a bond over how similar their lives were: Both had pleasant, but stale lives and were on the hunt for ways to spice them up. Competitive sports, the great outdoors, some freakier, rougher action in the bedroom...Both had found homes aesthetically and socially in the alternative. And a particularly important one for Mary was that Lucinda was also a "Vampire: The Masquerade" fan. And interestingly, she played a Banu Haqim. Warrior caste, of course. She was a fun addition to the video chat sessions Mary had with Eveline, Emilia, and after she had come along, Jaclyn.
Their newfound friendship wouldn't make their next two fights any less physical, however. In fact, the opposite would be true.
Mary had seen Lucinda work the few men who did well enough to satisfy the Red Sonja thing she had going on, and was quite pleased to know that she knew her way around a woman's body too. So much so that she was able to even the score. It wouldn't be that easy the fourth time, however. Another bout that ended in a draw, but only because the referee couldn't determine who came first. Such is one of the dangers of using a double-ended dildo.
Their fifth and final fight against each other ended in yet another draw when the thirty minute time limit expired. She was dead tired and everything hurt, and doing so much as a taking a breath only made it worse, but Mary couldn't help but laugh when it happened. It started to feel like they were destined to do this until the end of time. Like Kazuma Kiryu and Goro Majima.
When she approached her rival for a hug, she got a tongue shoved down her throat, her leg swept, and taken down to the mat. Lucinda had decided to treat the crowd to an impromptu tie breaker. Having been caught by surprise, Mary didn't count the orgasm that had been tribbed out of her. Lucinda did, and challenged her to do something about it and even the score...if she could.
Before she could oblige her, Mr. Shumpert would announce the introduction of tag team fights. Seeing an opportunity for them both to stand at the very top of the mountain, Lucinda would suggest that they join forces. And after they got those belts around their waists -- "because who the hell is gonna stop us?" -- they would return to their business and settle things once and for all.
And indeed, it seemed as though there was no one in the BFC who could stop them. But before the dominant duo could find out for certain, the company would go under when Mr. Shumpert was arrested on some serious charges: It turned out that he was a player in a drug trafficking operation.
The BFC was, at its heart, a shithole. With sleazy and unsavory types abound, it felt like Lucinda was the only decent person there. But it was the only place they knew of where they could scratch their itch for combat sex.
Eveline and her girlfriend, Serina Levesque II (who were going by the ring names Lacramioara Albescu and Ionia, respectively) would offer them a way to get their combat fix, at least: Joining them in a full-contact professional wrestling organization known as the ACW.
Part 3
The ACW was fun. Ionia and Lacramioara had already rocked the boat with the way they came in themselves: Ionia skipped the line and won the Heavyweight title in her first few matches, and Lacramioara had done too good a job at getting into some of her rivals' heads. And there were others who just couldn't take no for an answer.
So needless to say, Mary and Lucinda would have ample opportunity to put all the training and sparring they did in the months prior to their debut to the test. Mary in particular had some new tricks that she couldn't wait to use, and indeed, that was one of the upsides to switching over to professional wrestling: Instead of having to wait months, she got to fight every week. And when disqualification wasn't a factor, her opponent's would often make use of weapons, so in a way, the competition went harder than the BFC.
But she missed the sex a lot. Outside of work, Mary's imposing presence combined with the cold silence she carried about with her had garnered a good amount of attention from those who were into the dark and broody bad girl aura she was projecting -- mainly women. But regular sex just wasn't doing it for her anymore, and she couldn't find anyone who was willing to be as rough as she liked. After getting a false catch that Lacramioara had fortunately sussed out as such -- a woman who was looking to spin a story and make a grab at fame and fortune in the worst way possible -- she stopped looking. Lucinda wasn't an option; she couldn't turn to her without compromising their mission to win the tag team titles. And masturbation only did so much.
It was effectively a four year dry spell, even when she was getting laid. The frustration would serve The Coterie well, however. It was extra energy to turn against her opponents and anyone who was dumb enough to make moves against them outside of the ring. It helped lead her and Lucinda to the titles, to the cherry that was the Submission championship that went on top, and keep those belts around her waist until she gave them up when someone from the LAW had made the group an offer.
LAW...Mary was really excited about working for them. She and Lucinda would be going after the tag team titles just as they did in the ACW, but there would be plenty of opportunity to indulge herself there as well. It boasted the world's best wrestlers, and was no stranger to violent sexfights. There were even enough MMA-focused competitors for them to make the occasional use of an octagon instead of a ring.
It sounded perfect. She would get to keep kicking ass and taking names with her friends, finally satisfy her cravings, and even better, square things with Lucinda once and for all.
So needless to say, Mary and Lucinda would have ample opportunity to put all the training and sparring they did in the months prior to their debut to the test. Mary in particular had some new tricks that she couldn't wait to use, and indeed, that was one of the upsides to switching over to professional wrestling: Instead of having to wait months, she got to fight every week. And when disqualification wasn't a factor, her opponent's would often make use of weapons, so in a way, the competition went harder than the BFC.
But she missed the sex a lot. Outside of work, Mary's imposing presence combined with the cold silence she carried about with her had garnered a good amount of attention from those who were into the dark and broody bad girl aura she was projecting -- mainly women. But regular sex just wasn't doing it for her anymore, and she couldn't find anyone who was willing to be as rough as she liked. After getting a false catch that Lacramioara had fortunately sussed out as such -- a woman who was looking to spin a story and make a grab at fame and fortune in the worst way possible -- she stopped looking. Lucinda wasn't an option; she couldn't turn to her without compromising their mission to win the tag team titles. And masturbation only did so much.
It was effectively a four year dry spell, even when she was getting laid. The frustration would serve The Coterie well, however. It was extra energy to turn against her opponents and anyone who was dumb enough to make moves against them outside of the ring. It helped lead her and Lucinda to the titles, to the cherry that was the Submission championship that went on top, and keep those belts around her waist until she gave them up when someone from the LAW had made the group an offer.
LAW...Mary was really excited about working for them. She and Lucinda would be going after the tag team titles just as they did in the ACW, but there would be plenty of opportunity to indulge herself there as well. It boasted the world's best wrestlers, and was no stranger to violent sexfights. There were even enough MMA-focused competitors for them to make the occasional use of an octagon instead of a ring.
It sounded perfect. She would get to keep kicking ass and taking names with her friends, finally satisfy her cravings, and even better, square things with Lucinda once and for all.
Strategy:
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Bloody Mary relies largely on on a combination of brute strength, superior toughness, and painful (and sometimes creative) submission holds, with a nice helping of brutality that mainly comes in the form of clawing at her opponents and sinking her sharp, surgically formed fangs into their flesh. Aside from those two actions and perhaps some choking here and there, she fights an honorable, if ugly battle, to the extent that she would even refuse to use weapons in hardcore matches. That is, unless one counts smashing somebody through a table as the use of a weapon.
But she has shown throughout her few years in wrestling that she doesn't need one, being capable of tanking chair shots to the head on the way to an opponent, who could then expect to be bowled over with her immense strength and/or bent like a pretzel. It's her preferred method of attack: Approach the opponent head-on, power her way through any strikes they throw at her or out of any attempts at grappling -- using her surprisingly strong technical skill to supplement it if need be -- and get to work. Devastating blows, flattening slams, and vise tight holds.
And like the vampire she portrays herself to be, she has a taste for blood and will try to beat, bite, and claw it out of her opponents even in a Hentai match.
Mary is also capable of entering a zone where more dedicated combatants go when the adrenaline runs high. While riding that wave, she becomes even tougher, even stronger. Animalistic, to a degree. Many names have been ascribed to this state, and to Mary, it's known as the "Frenzy". A large part of her renown comes from how deeply she'll delve into it -- just how hard she'll ride; it's not uncommon to see the blood vessels in her eyes burst, turning them an unsettling red.
But she has shown throughout her few years in wrestling that she doesn't need one, being capable of tanking chair shots to the head on the way to an opponent, who could then expect to be bowled over with her immense strength and/or bent like a pretzel. It's her preferred method of attack: Approach the opponent head-on, power her way through any strikes they throw at her or out of any attempts at grappling -- using her surprisingly strong technical skill to supplement it if need be -- and get to work. Devastating blows, flattening slams, and vise tight holds.
And like the vampire she portrays herself to be, she has a taste for blood and will try to beat, bite, and claw it out of her opponents even in a Hentai match.
Mary is also capable of entering a zone where more dedicated combatants go when the adrenaline runs high. While riding that wave, she becomes even tougher, even stronger. Animalistic, to a degree. Many names have been ascribed to this state, and to Mary, it's known as the "Frenzy". A large part of her renown comes from how deeply she'll delve into it -- just how hard she'll ride; it's not uncommon to see the blood vessels in her eyes burst, turning them an unsettling red.
Bloodletting Match
The match is a no disqualification bout where pinfalls, submissions, and knockouts are not counted. Instead, the goal is to fill a pint-sized glass with the opponent's blood. Whoever accomplishes that first wins the match.
BattleFuck Match
Named after the now defunct BFC (BattleFuck Championship), a BattleFuck Match takes place within the confines of the MMA octagon, with the only means of victory being a knockout, submission, or orgasm.
Signature and Finishing Moves
Signature Moves
Fortitude Big Boot/Clothesline
Thunderclap
True Powerslam
Mary performs this with one hand whenever she can, but will use two when necessary.
Leg Mount Ride
Mary learned a lot from her battles against Lucinda. If an opponent has too much of a liking for the use of their legs, you can count on her to use this to shut that down. She likes to make use of a hammerlock to leave the opponent's head unguarded against a rain of punches or set up a submission.
Torture Clutch
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This hold is commonly used just to do extra damage to and soften up her opponent. While it's applied, Mary will also claw at her opponent's face and neck in an attempt at drawing blood.
And if she's feeling sweet, she might wrench their head to the side to pull them in for a kiss.
Or maybe fondle (and likely claw at) her opponent's chest.
This hold is commonly used just to do extra damage to and soften up her opponent. While it's applied, Mary will also claw at her opponent's face and neck in an attempt at drawing blood.
And if she's feeling sweet, she might wrench their head to the side to pull them in for a kiss.
Or maybe fondle (and likely claw at) her opponent's chest.
Gates of Disaster
Starts as a regular Gory Stretch. From there, she could do a variety of things. Like switching grips and bending her opponent in half...
Hit a Gory Bomb...
A modified Sister Abigail...
Or a Widow's Peak. All continuations besides the Widow's Peak are Finishing Moves. The Widow's Peak is a Critical Finishing Move.
Headbutt Carnival
Is most commonly used when Mary is Frenzied, or as a means to work herself into one. She might not stop until the opponent is knocked out, in which case this takes on Finishing Move strength.
Bite
No aphrodisiacs. No tenderness. Mary bites hard, and like the vampire she portrays herself to be, she'll drink the blood she draws.
Finishing Moves
Torpor Punch
Chains of Misery
Jaws of The Beast
Mary will occasionally use this hold for utility (in which case it's a Signature Move), but normally sticks to using it as a vicious submission finish in which she slams and suplexes the fight out of the opponent and rolls them away from the safety of the ropes like an alligator with its kill.
Wheel of Agony/Lust
The Lust variation of the Wheel...
...Sees Mary thrusting away at the opponent with a strap-on or double-ended dildo while the hold is applied.
Critical Finishing Moves
Pincer Lock
A variation of a hold that Ionia taught her, intended to emphasize pain and force submissions over scoring pinfalls, but Mary could still obtain either while leaning into the hold and applying pressure.
Crusher Lariat
Johanna Parker as Shoshanna
Relationships
Friends
- Lacramioara Albescu
- Sybil
- Lucinda Kane
- Ionia
- Smiling Jaclyn
Family
Allies
Crushes
Rivals
- Lucinda Kane
Enemies
Lovers
- Lacramioara Albescu
- Sybil
- Lucinda Kane
- Ionia
- Smiling Jaclyn
Family
Allies
Crushes
Rivals
- Lucinda Kane
Enemies
Lovers
