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Stage Name: Hazel Vaughn
Ring Name: Blaze
Age: 24
Hair Color: Dyed orange and red (natural brown)
Eye Color: Orange lenses (natural brown)
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 151lbs
Nationality: American
Alignment: Face
Entrance Theme:
Súbita caligrafía de plata – Blasphemous 2 OST
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Fighting Style: Given her background her current style is more akin to that of mat wrestling. She aims to take her rival down and then coil her body around them, constricting their movement while working on their sexual defenses. She’s daring enough to risk moves that could get her close to a climax, knowing that even if she lost that exchange it would make a great show, but she’s as confident in her sexual skills to endure as on her ability to control her oponent.
Strengths:
- Well-built core and legs.
- Great willpower. It takes some work to get her to accept defeat.
- Pretty good at mindgames and seduction in match.
- Inexperienced in proper pro-wrestling.
- Not great pain-tolerance. Despairs under pain pressure.
- If her rival notices, she has a hidden submissive curiosity they can exploit.
Moveset
Common Moves:
Signature Moves:
- Single leg & Double leg takedown
- Duckunder
- Underhook
- Snapdown
- Hiptoss
- Snapmare
- Hairmare
Signature Moves:
- Small package
- Drop Toehold
- Leghook submission
- Headscissors & Bodyscissors
- Single leg Boston crab
- Kneespread
- Slow Burn: A matchbook submission that adds sexual stimulation.
- Lovers’ Knot: Legspread in which she coils around her rival’s legs and then stimulate them to climax.
Preferred matches: Hentai Falls, Hentai Submission, Hentai Ironperson, Bedroom & Apartment Match, Special stipulations (strip match, wet & messy…), mostly anything that involves hentai.
Attitude towards hentai: “Oh I’m 100% about it. I don’t go easy on rivals though.”
Attitude towards mixed: “Not my area of expertise, but won’t deny I’m curious...”
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Appearance:Hazel is a vision of unbridled sensuality. Standing at 5'10", Her body is a testament to her hard work and her years as a stripper: curves in all the right places hinting a well-toned body, taut midriff and hips full of flair, long and toned legs that seem to go on for miles… and ample and firm bust. Any part of her body is well built to be used for seduction.
Her skin ir fair, silky and flawless, making it incredible when it sparks with a shimmer of sweat under the lights of the arena. Her face is slim and her chin as if sculpted. Her lips are full and pouty and are often adorned with a simple smudge of glossy pink or even black. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of challenge, tease and invitation as a testament to her character. Hazel's mane shines with its orange and red hues, wildly cascading down her back and bouncing with every forceful move she makes. Any loose strands are usually tucked behind one ear, exposing her sharp cheekbones and the delicate curve of her jaw.
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Ring attires
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Lingerie
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Apartment Match
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Gym attires
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Casual
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Dresses
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An assortment of outfits from her previous job
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Misc
Kimono
Robed
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Personality:
Hazel is a captivating blend of alluring sensuality and confidence. Her main personality trait is that she has a clear view on who she is and what she wants, which gives her a laser-focus mind. She thrives on the search for thrill and excitement in life while contrasting it with the desire to reach comfort and ease, and that’s exactly the line she constantly walk, the living contrast that defines her.
More than aware of the effect her looks have on others, Hazel learnt not only to weaponize her seducing skills but to find thrill while doing so. She relishes in the excitement of owning a stage and for her the world itself is a stage in which she aims to shine. She has mastered the art of charming and captivating by knowing when to hold attention and when to leave craving more, either with her flair and movements or her words, and anyone that crosses paths with her find it difficult to forget her. However and unlike some other performers, her charm is not a mere facade and her alluring nature is authentic, a reflection of her confidence and self-acceptance. Easily approachable, anyone searching for a friend in her can find just that. Always eager to lend a hand, she’s kind and generous, with a general optimistic view of people.
Hazel is firmly confident and proud of her past and her present and fortright aboiut her desires and expectations, which makes her a fierce competitor. However, she learnt from her background as a performer values like respect and humility, which makes her a good sport inside the ring. Even in the heat of a fierce high-stakes match she maintains a level of grace, acknowledging her rivals’ prowess and skill. This ability to win with dignity and lose with grace makes her really approachable by rivals and likeable by rivals.
Hazel is a woman of contrasts, making her public self that loves clubbing and meeting with friends and peers contrast with her private life which is way more mellow and cozy, enjoying time at home reading, cooking and just having some home time.
All these contrasts and features make Hazel a pretty singular figure: a proud competitor, a charming performer and an approachable and kind friend, all wrapped in an irresistible package.
Background:
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Natasha Vaughn’s story starts with her being fed up and fleeing from home, completely estranged from a family that only wanted to assert control over her and never let fly free. Whatever disagreement happened there or any details of her past life were forgot there as Natasha was finally free even if it had cost her everything. Trying to start anew in a different city, Natasha's first job was as a waitress at a local café, but the creative spark inside her yearned for something more daring, more thrilling. One evening, as she closed the café, she noticed a flyer taped to the door: "Club Exotica hiring dancers. High pay, lively atmosphere." For a stripclub it was quite a daring statement, so Natasha had her interest piqued by this and given she had always been good at dancing, why not give it a try?
That’s how Natasha found herself walking into Club Exotica. The bass pulsed through the walls, and pressed against Nat’s ears. The stage lights painted the room in hues of red and blue. The club was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and somehow it had her both captivated and terrified.
The manager, a woman way less shady than what Nat was expecting, offered her a trial run. “Think you can handle it, doll? It's not for the faint of heart. By the way I never caught your name.” Taking a deep breath, Natasha answered. “I can handle it. And it’s Hazel.” She responded with the first name that came to her mind, not wanting to give her true one, and that was how Hazel was born.
Her first night on stage was a revelation. Under the neon lights, Hazel felt a power she had never known. The music flowed through her, and the audience's applause fueled her confidence. And they applauded indeed. While on top of that stage she didn’t feel just a stripper, but a performance artist, weaving a tale of temptation and delight with every move. For the first time in a lot of time Nat felt alive. When the night was done, the manager couldn’t help but accept the obvious. “Girl, you were born for this. You’re in.”
As the weeks turned to months, Natasha became one the club's star trait. Her performances were the talk of the clientele, and the club thrived on the whispers of her audacious dances. But Club Exotica had a hidden side Hazel had still to discover. One night, as Natasha changed backstage, the manager approached her with a proposition. “We're having a special night this weekend, Hazel. A night of... well, let's just say it's a bit different from the usual routine. There’s a bigger pay and expect the audience to be way more… enthusiastic. You in?” Curious about why she was a day off every two weekends, Hazel accepted.
The day arrived and the club was transformed. The stage was now a ring, adorned with silk and leather. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, and Natasha felt a thrill of warning and excitement. The master of ceremonies started rousing the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the wildest night of your lives! Tonight, we present to you someone who doesn’t need much of an introduction! Surely most of you have slipped some bills inside her thong and now here she is ready to engage in the most exciting sex combat show in the city! Give a warm welcome to our Hazel!!!”
As Hazel, wearing a simple black bikini and with her body glistening with oil, stepped into the ring the music shifted into a primal beat. The crowd roared, and the first challenge emerged: it was none other than her manager, clad in spandex lingerie and with a sultry smile on her face. “Good, now come here and show me you’re cut for this, doll.”
Hazel’s debut in sexual wrestling was short but amazing. The match shifted back and forth from elegance to unbridled passion. The debutant’s movements were fluid but in the end the difference in experience between her and her rival was too big, and the manager got her on her back, undoing her bra and claiming her orgasm in front of a roaring audience. When the match was over and Hazel rested on her back in a mix of oil, sweat and cum she knew that was her calling. She had won the hearts of the audience, but sex wrestling had won hers.
Fast forward a couple years and Hazel had become a staple at Club Exotica. She loved the thrill, the freedom, and the endless stream of admirers who reveled in her bold performances. But as the neon lights washed over her sweat-glazed skin, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. There was a part of her that yearned for something bigger, something more.
One unexpected night, as the final applause died down and the performers recovered in the dressing room, a sleek, black-suited man approached Hazel. He had an aura of importance that set him apart from the usual crowd. “Ms. Vaughn,” he said smoothly, “There’s a conversation I would like having.” Natasha turned, her curiosity piqued. “And you are...?”
The man didn’t introduce himself but handed Hazel a business card, and immediately her eyes went to the company name. LAW. One had to live under a rock to not know that LAW represented the pinnacle of the wrestling entertainment in any of its forms. The man talked again. “We would like to offer you a chance to transition from the club scene to major league performances. Domination matches, on-demand wrestling, and the potential for global exposure. We think you have the charisma and skills to become one of our own. This would entail training, media appearances, and, of course, the performance aspect. You'd be a face of our league, embodying both the power and grace that's so inherently a part of you. It won’t be an easy endeavor though, as being part of LAW is a demanding job, but for those eager to accept the challenge it can prove pretty lucrative…”
Still a little taken aback by the surprise, Hazel composed herself before she could answer. “That's quite an offer,” she finally said, her voice steady. “Give me a few days to think it over.”
Over the next few days, Natasha found herself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She reflected on the late nights, the applause, and the friendships forged in the throes of performance. Yet, the allure of a new challenge, of pushing boundaries further, was impossible to ignore. Unable to contain her yearn for adventure and bigger stages she accepted the offer and joined LAW as one of its wrestlers.
That’s how Natasha found herself walking into Club Exotica. The bass pulsed through the walls, and pressed against Nat’s ears. The stage lights painted the room in hues of red and blue. The club was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and somehow it had her both captivated and terrified.
The manager, a woman way less shady than what Nat was expecting, offered her a trial run. “Think you can handle it, doll? It's not for the faint of heart. By the way I never caught your name.” Taking a deep breath, Natasha answered. “I can handle it. And it’s Hazel.” She responded with the first name that came to her mind, not wanting to give her true one, and that was how Hazel was born.
Her first night on stage was a revelation. Under the neon lights, Hazel felt a power she had never known. The music flowed through her, and the audience's applause fueled her confidence. And they applauded indeed. While on top of that stage she didn’t feel just a stripper, but a performance artist, weaving a tale of temptation and delight with every move. For the first time in a lot of time Nat felt alive. When the night was done, the manager couldn’t help but accept the obvious. “Girl, you were born for this. You’re in.”
As the weeks turned to months, Natasha became one the club's star trait. Her performances were the talk of the clientele, and the club thrived on the whispers of her audacious dances. But Club Exotica had a hidden side Hazel had still to discover. One night, as Natasha changed backstage, the manager approached her with a proposition. “We're having a special night this weekend, Hazel. A night of... well, let's just say it's a bit different from the usual routine. There’s a bigger pay and expect the audience to be way more… enthusiastic. You in?” Curious about why she was a day off every two weekends, Hazel accepted.
The day arrived and the club was transformed. The stage was now a ring, adorned with silk and leather. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, and Natasha felt a thrill of warning and excitement. The master of ceremonies started rousing the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the wildest night of your lives! Tonight, we present to you someone who doesn’t need much of an introduction! Surely most of you have slipped some bills inside her thong and now here she is ready to engage in the most exciting sex combat show in the city! Give a warm welcome to our Hazel!!!”
As Hazel, wearing a simple black bikini and with her body glistening with oil, stepped into the ring the music shifted into a primal beat. The crowd roared, and the first challenge emerged: it was none other than her manager, clad in spandex lingerie and with a sultry smile on her face. “Good, now come here and show me you’re cut for this, doll.”
Hazel’s debut in sexual wrestling was short but amazing. The match shifted back and forth from elegance to unbridled passion. The debutant’s movements were fluid but in the end the difference in experience between her and her rival was too big, and the manager got her on her back, undoing her bra and claiming her orgasm in front of a roaring audience. When the match was over and Hazel rested on her back in a mix of oil, sweat and cum she knew that was her calling. She had won the hearts of the audience, but sex wrestling had won hers.
Fast forward a couple years and Hazel had become a staple at Club Exotica. She loved the thrill, the freedom, and the endless stream of admirers who reveled in her bold performances. But as the neon lights washed over her sweat-glazed skin, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. There was a part of her that yearned for something bigger, something more.
One unexpected night, as the final applause died down and the performers recovered in the dressing room, a sleek, black-suited man approached Hazel. He had an aura of importance that set him apart from the usual crowd. “Ms. Vaughn,” he said smoothly, “There’s a conversation I would like having.” Natasha turned, her curiosity piqued. “And you are...?”
The man didn’t introduce himself but handed Hazel a business card, and immediately her eyes went to the company name. LAW. One had to live under a rock to not know that LAW represented the pinnacle of the wrestling entertainment in any of its forms. The man talked again. “We would like to offer you a chance to transition from the club scene to major league performances. Domination matches, on-demand wrestling, and the potential for global exposure. We think you have the charisma and skills to become one of our own. This would entail training, media appearances, and, of course, the performance aspect. You'd be a face of our league, embodying both the power and grace that's so inherently a part of you. It won’t be an easy endeavor though, as being part of LAW is a demanding job, but for those eager to accept the challenge it can prove pretty lucrative…”
Still a little taken aback by the surprise, Hazel composed herself before she could answer. “That's quite an offer,” she finally said, her voice steady. “Give me a few days to think it over.”
Over the next few days, Natasha found herself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She reflected on the late nights, the applause, and the friendships forged in the throes of performance. Yet, the allure of a new challenge, of pushing boundaries further, was impossible to ignore. Unable to contain her yearn for adventure and bigger stages she accepted the offer and joined LAW as one of its wrestlers.
Trivia:
- Hazel still practices poledancing, being one of her passions.
- Despite her status as a public performer, her presence in social media is kept to a minimum because she doesn’t enjoy it.
- Loves the appeal of perfume. She always wear some fragrance, let it be sandalwood, lilac, jasmine or vanilla. She considers it a way of expressing herself.
- Enjoys the company of quiet people, believing that most of the times people interprets quietness as weakness, but she can see beyond that.
- She isn’t preachy about it, but she doesn’t drink, smoke or use drugs.
- Finds indoors rainy days quite soothing.
