Tara DeLancy

[Jman2113]

Name: Tara DeLancy
Age: 27
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145
Alignment: Heel-leaning

Preferred matches: "Whatever my client requires of me."
Preferred attacks: Smothers, submissions, slams

Theme music:

Appearance:

Secretary attire

What she's wearing under her clothes (minus gloves)

Entrance Music:

Sexy Results by Death From Above 1979

Biography: Tara was always an overachiever. She got great grades in high school, top honors in college. She applied to a law firm, but instead of getting the position she wanted, she was made a secretary. It was there she met Kat, her absolute bitch of a coworker. She'd often berate her, try to get Tara to run errands for her (despite Tara not having to answer to her). They soon developed a bitter banter. The sleazy boss of the law firm took notice of this, and had a idea. He invited the two out for lunch, and said he noticed the hostility between the two. He proposed a catfight between the two, the winner getting the promotion. Tara was apprehensive at first. Kat, however, relished the opportunity to teach this redhead bitch some manners. Tara agreed, after some taunts from Kat.

The two met at a hotel room. The boss was there, and asked them to strip to their bra and panties before fighting. Tara was nervous. "Prissy little bitch probably doesn't have anything to show! I know I got everything people want to see!" Kat said, gladly stripping. Kat continued to egg Tara on, piefacing her, shoving. She finally went too far when she threatened "If you don't strip, I'll just rip it all off, slut!" then slapped her face. Tara lost it, screaming as she tackled her and began the long, intense catfight.

Tara came out on top, leaving Kat naked and sobbing, scratches all over her. As she stood over her beaten foe, she realized something...this felt way more satisfying than anything she could do at work. Her boss went over, congratulating her. "Thanks...you know...rolling on the ground with Kat, pulling her hair, our breasts pressing together, kind of got me hot...Why don't you drop your pants, and help me burn off the adrenaline?" He gladly did, and Tara got on her knees. However, instead of pleasuring him, Tara slammed her fist into his balls, making him double over. "I quit, you fucking pervert chode." She said, then slapped him before gathering her clothes and leaving.

From there, she decided to get into wrestling. She did some work on the indies, integrating her time as a secretary, playing it up with a sexy office outfit. Eventually, LAW called her up!

Personality: Tara is usually very professional and reserved. Even in lewd matches, she tries not to lose her demeanor. However, she is not a pushover, verbally or otherwise. While not clearly returning insults, she'll make underhanded remarks.

Attitude to Hentai: "If need be."

Signature:

Small Break (Paradise Lock): She twists her foes legs, locking them together, then rolls her over so her can sit on her back.

Finisher:

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