Iron ORE Dragon
"Step up, you're talking to the greatest.
Don't choke now, this is your shot."
Don't choke now, this is your shot."
Name: Tài Jiànyīng
Stage Name: Iron Ore Dragon, Tai Long, Tielong,
Age: 26
Nationality: Chinese
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 171lbs
Eye Colour: Purple
Hair Colour: White
Alignment: Face
Theme: Lunar Phase
Stage Name: Iron Ore Dragon, Tai Long, Tielong,
Age: 26
Nationality: Chinese
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 171lbs
Eye Colour: Purple
Hair Colour: White
Alignment: Face
Theme: Lunar Phase
Ring Looks
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BIKE!!
Draconic & Iconic
Suited
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From the Back
Wrestling Information
Wrasslin’ Style: We all live for a small clip of theatre, yeah? Your Hollywood showdown. That roar and dazzle, titan clash and great godly bash. So does she. Expect a style that is inspired by Choy Li Fut and other stances that makes her opening quite unorthodox. She's agile, fluid and goes strike-to-strike when it's her turn. Her dodging is graceful and looks effortless, then she hits you like a brick. Make her upset and she might go for the dick. Kidding, mostly. She likes to keep her fights fairly clean if the opponent recuperates. Won't judge if you don't. Hell, cheaters just make it fun sometimes. Really, her style can attune for her opponent. The pacing is all theirs. She'll let you guide, take the wheel and drive it with full gas or brake. And when you get tired, it'll be her turn to show you how great she is. Whether that's on the ground, bending your limbs or choking you out, or on your feet, knocking you out. It's fists, kicks and limb twists. She'll end it anyway she likes. She's focused. More than you. You can't beat it, but she'll let you try.
Strengths: That loose-ness and ability to counter, stay focused and dodge in her upper-body. She benefits greatly from her experience fighting around, both professionally and not-so professionally, carrying a monstrous work rate beneath her belt. She's well adapted to both the extremes of something hardcore and catty like your alley punchers, and the art form that comes with seasoned fighters, both standing up and rolling around. Her combos are a favourite, free-flowing you might even say rhythm -- from punch-punch-knee. So lethal and fast, it'll put your daddy in a cast.
Weaknesses: Wouldn't say she's the strongest about. Her assets of not getting hit tend to serve a purpose. She's tough in spirit, we can give her that, but absorbing every hit in the world is not her stride. She's suffered a few times from this, where taking one on the jaw tends to send her limping and spinning. Protect the head. Keep her brain screwed on tight. Undo it and she might take a blind swing and trip over herself.
Signatures:
Three Headed Slayer — Triple Superkick
The Beheading — Discus Lariat
Red Right Hand — Running Corner Palm Strike
Crownbuster — Fisherman Buster
Draconic Blitz — Strike Flurry
Most malleable finish. It's a whiplash of strikes and knees. Faster and faster. She comes at you hard and when you're tuckered. Always ends with a palm thrust directly between the eyes on the bridge of the nose. The Bullseye Shot. Knockout blow.
Personality
She’s a pure fighter at heart, fighter from the start and fighter to the end. It’s what she wants and what she lives for. Her daily life reflects that, with training often at the top of her list of things to do. Cardio. Weights. Sparring. Hell, when she’s making dinner, she might do a set of burpees. It’s a weapon, a tool. It brought her money to give back, it brought her thrill. So much thrill that she can't help but be excited at the prospect and seek out the hardest challenges for herself.
Seeking has become easier nowadays. From professional bouts, to even more using illicit fighting clubs. Most know her name in Southern China, where she has brushed shoulders with Triads in Hong Kong, Macau and later in the US. She has a modicum of trust to orbit them and know just who is on the rise. Where bets are placed. Some itty bitty secrets. She'll offer anyone a sum of money if they can knock her flat, anytime and anywhere.
But what is she like to meet? You’ll find someone focused, calm and smug. Likes to sling poems and rhyme on occasion, but she’ll seem fair and honest. Note the ego. Now it's time to fight. Bare knuckles and no mouth guards. You’ll find her posture is loose, moves with eased shoulders, sometimes hops foot-to-foot, flashing you a smile. Her eyes are sharp and fixated. They never leave the target. When it's going down, she's prone to chit-chat when the mood strikes, playing mind-games and inspiring someone to hit harder. Fight harder. If she knocks you down, she’s willing to give you another chance. Two. Three sometimes. Come at her harder than before and she’ll be elated. It’ll show in her speed, how hard she fights and that pretty smile. Just. Never beg. Never run. Never hide. You can cheat, but not those things. If she catches you slipping and wilting, she will try to inspire your courage. To lose with grace. But if not. You’ll see that smile change into contempt. She’ll put you down.
Her demeanour becomes laxer outside the ring. She sometimes seems like a sloth in her off-time. Always laying around on things. Likes to drink. Likes to eat. Despite such, she keeps herself to good regimens and spends lots of her ‘sloth’ hours meditating. This is usually in the back of some noodle shop, hotel or other small establishments. She proves well-connected and amicable to strangers. She offers everyone respect and patience and wishes everyone to give the same. Hell, she’s quite the listener as well, likes a good story and fancies herself a giver. As money doesn't hold much for her, she's willing to give some out. Do a little good. But she has a very big soft side for fighters, whether they're good or bad, so long as the effort and heart is there. You can call it her soft side. You can call it good business. Just don’t be ungrateful. There’s nothing more gross than ingratitude
Seeking has become easier nowadays. From professional bouts, to even more using illicit fighting clubs. Most know her name in Southern China, where she has brushed shoulders with Triads in Hong Kong, Macau and later in the US. She has a modicum of trust to orbit them and know just who is on the rise. Where bets are placed. Some itty bitty secrets. She'll offer anyone a sum of money if they can knock her flat, anytime and anywhere.
But what is she like to meet? You’ll find someone focused, calm and smug. Likes to sling poems and rhyme on occasion, but she’ll seem fair and honest. Note the ego. Now it's time to fight. Bare knuckles and no mouth guards. You’ll find her posture is loose, moves with eased shoulders, sometimes hops foot-to-foot, flashing you a smile. Her eyes are sharp and fixated. They never leave the target. When it's going down, she's prone to chit-chat when the mood strikes, playing mind-games and inspiring someone to hit harder. Fight harder. If she knocks you down, she’s willing to give you another chance. Two. Three sometimes. Come at her harder than before and she’ll be elated. It’ll show in her speed, how hard she fights and that pretty smile. Just. Never beg. Never run. Never hide. You can cheat, but not those things. If she catches you slipping and wilting, she will try to inspire your courage. To lose with grace. But if not. You’ll see that smile change into contempt. She’ll put you down.
Her demeanour becomes laxer outside the ring. She sometimes seems like a sloth in her off-time. Always laying around on things. Likes to drink. Likes to eat. Despite such, she keeps herself to good regimens and spends lots of her ‘sloth’ hours meditating. This is usually in the back of some noodle shop, hotel or other small establishments. She proves well-connected and amicable to strangers. She offers everyone respect and patience and wishes everyone to give the same. Hell, she’s quite the listener as well, likes a good story and fancies herself a giver. As money doesn't hold much for her, she's willing to give some out. Do a little good. But she has a very big soft side for fighters, whether they're good or bad, so long as the effort and heart is there. You can call it her soft side. You can call it good business. Just don’t be ungrateful. There’s nothing more gross than ingratitude
Backstory
Jianying Tai hails from the Guangxi province from a fairly rural area. Her mother was a teacher, and the father unemployed from a workplace accident -- at least, that was the excuse. In truth, he suffered with alcoholism that put him through a tough ordeal for his whole family, something that influenced Jianying into becoming a fairly frustrated child, who acted out, took school as a joke and played pranks on friends, faculty and family. Discipline was hard to come by, and it seemed like she’d make an even worse teenager.
However, Jianying’s father started turning his life around through re-igniting his old martial art skills as a younger man, helping to keep him sober, slowly return to work and be there for Jianying. Every evening, they started practising. Primarily, they did Choy Lee Fut, but also standard exercise and rigorous cardio. The intention was to make her daughter so tired and preoccupied, that she would fear expending herself too early on bad behaviour. For the most part, this worked, and Jianying turned her fortunes around, using this to suit an ongoing depression, but also bond with her family closer than ever. It turned out that Jianying had quite the talent, and she, even today, attributes her success to his coaching and her mother’s undeserved patience. After graduation, Jianying set forth to chase a business degree in Nanning. Things started off well.
City life made her antsy, jumpy and overwhelmed. She was a great people person, who knew how to make friends, liked to show off, but also disappeared to recharge, cool down and be comfortable in what she wore. In these moods, her old temper bubbled back and she eventually got into a street fight, a three on one. It hit like four shots of expresso rushing through her veins, feeling almost superhuman, riddled with dopamine that the only thing she said afterward was “Who’s next?” -- though this would get her immediate trouble with the police and potential expulsion, saved narrowly by eyewitnesses that corroborated her claim of self-defence, even if eccentric. The matter was dropped anyway when they couldn’t locate the other men. She continued her studies until approached by the same three, and a new fellow, who offered his apologies and asked if she’d be willing to test her skills against other people -- for money. Jianying saw this as an opportunity to get off her parent’s support and possibly give them something back. A trip. Something fun. Whatever got them off their feet for a day. The sky was the limit and she didn’t ask many questions, readily accepting to become a gang lieutenant’s very own bodyguard and prize fighter in an illicit racket that centred around a warehouse.
She was awesome at this. It would’ve been a calling, but she called that dramatic -- even if she loved it, and asked over and over for more scraps. Her ring name emerged as Tielong - “The Iron Dragon.” -- marked for her particularly tough midsection that she dared people take shots at, just so she can shrug it off and ask for another. Her old ego came through to make it almost a show, feeding into crowds and trash talk to make her opponent fight harder, gain more scraps and money, even when she fell. Eventually, she was recommended to a dojo that prepared potentials for an MMA career, rounding out her skillset, all expenses paid by her employer. Of course, this paid marvellous dividends for him. And her.
It turns out that someone had been filming her in action and posted them online without her notice, going viral. Her popularity picked up without her knowledge, faster than expected as she was offered an exhibition match with a UFC middleweight star for a charity event. However, the exhibition part slipped her mind, and on the night, it showed. She never fought harder, showed off more and went for the fucking kill. The shock earned her many strong moments, and the hype she brought during the match made her a hit with the fans. A fighter this lethal in exhibition -- what would that be like in a real match? Could be your question. It was definitely seeded here. Even if in the latter rounds, she was beaten and knocked down twice from gassing herself, her overall showing got her recognized and offers were made.
They’d need to wait another year, however, for Jianying to make her debut. Training was the official reason, but really, she wanted her degree -- to show it off to her family before breaking the news of where she was heading. Macau -- crushing her debut in the opening round with a backfist. Tielong's fury took her from America, Japan, Canada and more, she started a fairly enigmatic career, using a sense of boisterous ego and some wit to play mind games and sell tickets. The American audience coined her, ‘The Iron Ore Dragon’ from Tielong, for the very same reasons that started the name. She leaned into it, match on match, with arm tattoos, entrance gear, the ornamental red horns and earrings she wore on conferences. The middleweight division became her domain. Already possessing a professional record of 15-0 -- she proceeded to win four additional fights before getting her title match. One that saw Jianying kowtow after her victory, earning a sense of respect and heat from rivals.
Jianying Tai was a hungry champion. So ready for another that they joked that she was always hitting her fists into something. Well, to those who knew the secrets of Jianying’s extracurricular training, that’s exactly what she did. Using her past connections, Jianying continued to revel in underground fight clubs for prize money and to satiate her battle-lust, coming in contact with several people who ran these shows, and also her fair share of threats and diplomacy when she refused to lose. Still, it gave her an endless stream of chances.
Jianying Tai’s continued reign saw a furious overall MMA record of 24-0. The kind of work rate that saw her beaten, bruised, sore but still breathing fire. And just when she thought the conquering was done, she had a title match and suffered a TKO in the last round to an up and comer, putting her on her back and feeling the fists blur into her face. Jianying was stunned alongside everyone else, but never felt more elated. She got up, bowed and took her leave from the match, the UFC as well -- citing, “I’ll be back, don’t worry. It'll be a long drive, but I'll be back for win twenty-five.”
But where would she go, someone might ask? Whispers behind closed doors started churning, with Jianying having gone internet silent -- returning home for a time, preparing for possibly her biggest play yet. LAW.
However, Jianying’s father started turning his life around through re-igniting his old martial art skills as a younger man, helping to keep him sober, slowly return to work and be there for Jianying. Every evening, they started practising. Primarily, they did Choy Lee Fut, but also standard exercise and rigorous cardio. The intention was to make her daughter so tired and preoccupied, that she would fear expending herself too early on bad behaviour. For the most part, this worked, and Jianying turned her fortunes around, using this to suit an ongoing depression, but also bond with her family closer than ever. It turned out that Jianying had quite the talent, and she, even today, attributes her success to his coaching and her mother’s undeserved patience. After graduation, Jianying set forth to chase a business degree in Nanning. Things started off well.
City life made her antsy, jumpy and overwhelmed. She was a great people person, who knew how to make friends, liked to show off, but also disappeared to recharge, cool down and be comfortable in what she wore. In these moods, her old temper bubbled back and she eventually got into a street fight, a three on one. It hit like four shots of expresso rushing through her veins, feeling almost superhuman, riddled with dopamine that the only thing she said afterward was “Who’s next?” -- though this would get her immediate trouble with the police and potential expulsion, saved narrowly by eyewitnesses that corroborated her claim of self-defence, even if eccentric. The matter was dropped anyway when they couldn’t locate the other men. She continued her studies until approached by the same three, and a new fellow, who offered his apologies and asked if she’d be willing to test her skills against other people -- for money. Jianying saw this as an opportunity to get off her parent’s support and possibly give them something back. A trip. Something fun. Whatever got them off their feet for a day. The sky was the limit and she didn’t ask many questions, readily accepting to become a gang lieutenant’s very own bodyguard and prize fighter in an illicit racket that centred around a warehouse.
She was awesome at this. It would’ve been a calling, but she called that dramatic -- even if she loved it, and asked over and over for more scraps. Her ring name emerged as Tielong - “The Iron Dragon.” -- marked for her particularly tough midsection that she dared people take shots at, just so she can shrug it off and ask for another. Her old ego came through to make it almost a show, feeding into crowds and trash talk to make her opponent fight harder, gain more scraps and money, even when she fell. Eventually, she was recommended to a dojo that prepared potentials for an MMA career, rounding out her skillset, all expenses paid by her employer. Of course, this paid marvellous dividends for him. And her.
It turns out that someone had been filming her in action and posted them online without her notice, going viral. Her popularity picked up without her knowledge, faster than expected as she was offered an exhibition match with a UFC middleweight star for a charity event. However, the exhibition part slipped her mind, and on the night, it showed. She never fought harder, showed off more and went for the fucking kill. The shock earned her many strong moments, and the hype she brought during the match made her a hit with the fans. A fighter this lethal in exhibition -- what would that be like in a real match? Could be your question. It was definitely seeded here. Even if in the latter rounds, she was beaten and knocked down twice from gassing herself, her overall showing got her recognized and offers were made.
They’d need to wait another year, however, for Jianying to make her debut. Training was the official reason, but really, she wanted her degree -- to show it off to her family before breaking the news of where she was heading. Macau -- crushing her debut in the opening round with a backfist. Tielong's fury took her from America, Japan, Canada and more, she started a fairly enigmatic career, using a sense of boisterous ego and some wit to play mind games and sell tickets. The American audience coined her, ‘The Iron Ore Dragon’ from Tielong, for the very same reasons that started the name. She leaned into it, match on match, with arm tattoos, entrance gear, the ornamental red horns and earrings she wore on conferences. The middleweight division became her domain. Already possessing a professional record of 15-0 -- she proceeded to win four additional fights before getting her title match. One that saw Jianying kowtow after her victory, earning a sense of respect and heat from rivals.
Jianying Tai was a hungry champion. So ready for another that they joked that she was always hitting her fists into something. Well, to those who knew the secrets of Jianying’s extracurricular training, that’s exactly what she did. Using her past connections, Jianying continued to revel in underground fight clubs for prize money and to satiate her battle-lust, coming in contact with several people who ran these shows, and also her fair share of threats and diplomacy when she refused to lose. Still, it gave her an endless stream of chances.
Jianying Tai’s continued reign saw a furious overall MMA record of 24-0. The kind of work rate that saw her beaten, bruised, sore but still breathing fire. And just when she thought the conquering was done, she had a title match and suffered a TKO in the last round to an up and comer, putting her on her back and feeling the fists blur into her face. Jianying was stunned alongside everyone else, but never felt more elated. She got up, bowed and took her leave from the match, the UFC as well -- citing, “I’ll be back, don’t worry. It'll be a long drive, but I'll be back for win twenty-five.”
But where would she go, someone might ask? Whispers behind closed doors started churning, with Jianying having gone internet silent -- returning home for a time, preparing for possibly her biggest play yet. LAW.