◄Nikki Nitro►
Nicole Dawson
Stage Name: Nikki NitroNicole Dawson
Real Name: Nicole Dawson
Age: 19
Birthday: December 1st
Hair Color: Ginger
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 160 cm/5’3”
Weight: 54kg/118 lbs
Alignment: Babyface
Nationality: American
Fighting Style: Aerial Daredevil/Momentum Striker
◄Appearance►
Wrestling Gear
Wrestling Gear 2
Casual
Swimsuit
Ready to Ride
Ready to "Ride"
GOODBYE WORLD! I WILL MISS NONE OF YOU! - Dysmn
Downshift - Standing forward or backward moonsaults onto an opponent from standing or the turnbuckle.
Downshift
Double Downforce (2D-Knee)
Recoil DDT
Limit Test
Ignition Kick
Slipstream
PUNCH IT!!! - Cutter styled impact from a variety of options, she can weave it into nearly any situation, making it explosive and dangerous.
PUNCH IT!!!
Full Throttle
High Octane
◄Likes►
•Candid Photos: She loves catching people in the act doing something they shouldn’t be doing as well as photobombing anymore trying to snap a nice picture.
•Wind in her Face: Not just related to going fast on her motorcycle or hanging her head out the window of a moving car like a dog. Nikki practically needs to sleep with a fan blowing on her at night or she becomes incredibly restless.
•S.S. Heartthrob: A hopeless romantic who develops crushes too easily on people, She loves shipping other people as pairings too.
◄Dislikes►
•Lines: While Nikki hates waiting in general, being stuck in a queue of other people for just about anything gets her foot tapping and anger boiling.
•Doctor Checkups: They keep advising her t stop doing what she does best over “serious health concerns”, whatever that means.
•Jigsaw Puzzles: Who has time for any of that? Just buy a picture. It's cheaper than a puzzle and they don’t make you do all the work putting it back together.
•Creepy Crawlers: Fearlessly jumps of buildings, ledges, and ladders but will freak out if she catches a spider on her shoulder.
◄Personality►
Nikki Nitro is pure energy. She’s the kind of girl who vibrates in her seat if she has to sit still too long, whose legs bounce under the table, and who’s always thinking of three things at once. Bubbly, spunky, and often oblivious to little details, she can forget schedules, lose her gear, or show up late without realizing it. But the moment she locks in under the lights, she transforms into someone razor-sharp — daring, relentless, and unafraid to take the kinds of risks that make the audience gasp.
She thrives on danger and spectacle, chasing the thrill like it’s oxygen. Nikki’s reckless streak is as much a weakness as it is her greatest strength; she’ll throw herself into dives and aerials that could end in disaster, grinning the whole way. Every match feels like she’s testing gravity itself, and the fans eat it up. To them, she’s a lovable underdog — someone just as likely to crash and burn as she is to soar high and steal the show — and win or lose, they love her for it.
Outside the ring, Nikki’s thrill-seeking carries over to her heart. She’s a hopeless romantic, the kind who develops crushes fast and falls even faster, obsessing over those she likes with a headlong intensity that mirrors her wrestling. It’s charming and chaotic all at once — one minute she’s scribbling hearts in her notebook, the next she’s distracted mid-sentence because she spotted someone who caught her eye.
For all her scatterbrained energy, Nikki is deeply dependable when it comes to loyalty. If she’s your friend, she’ll defend you fiercely and without hesitation, ride-or-die no matter the odds. But if you’re counting on her to stick to a plan, show up on time, or remember every step of a strategy? Good luck. She means well, but she lives in the moment, and the moment is usually running two steps ahead of her.
◄History►
Nicole grew up in Carson City, Nevada, raised in the hum of engines and desert air. Her uncle ran a small-time dirt-bike track and garage, and from the time she was old enough to walk, she was chasing engines and sneaking onto bikes. Racing became her favorite hobby, but wrestling was always the bigger dream.
As a kid, Nikki was glued to the TV whenever her older cousins threw on wrestling tapes, imitating her favorites by leaping off furniture and racing around the living room. At 15, she fell in with a ragtag group of friends who ran a backyard wrestling “promotion” in the desert. They didn’t have much more than a makeshift ring of hay bales, crash pads, and two-by-fours, but Nikki dove in like it was Madison Square Garden. She was fearless, or reckless, depending who you asked, the first to climb onto roofs, rusted trailers, or jury-rigged scaffolds for the sake of a dive.
One night she went higher than she should have: a leap from the roof of an old half-collapsed barn. She hit the move, sort of, but her head clipped the edge of a wooden pallet. The wound bled like hell, and the scar it left still snakes across the back of her head. You can’t see it under her ginger hair, but if you run fingers through, you’ll feel it, a raised reminder of how early she started paying the price for living fast. Nikki laughs about it now, brushing it off as her “rookie badge,” but the truth is, she still gets phantom tingles there every so often when she takes a hard bump.
At 16, she started training more formally at a local school, splitting her time between weekend shifts at her uncle’s garage and nights sneaking into barns and backlots to practice flips onto crash pads. She wasn’t a disciplined student, often late, often distracted, but her sheer enthusiasm kept her from ever being written off. Coaches grumbled about her focus, but every time she hit the ropes she reminded them why she was worth the patience.
By the time she graduated high school at 18, Nikki had already wrestled a string of small local events, often added last minute as the “wild card rookie.” At one tiny Nevada show, she stole the spotlight with a reckless moonsault off a balcony that nearly crushed her opponent and herself. The crowd exploded. Unpolished as she was, her energy was infectious. That was the night LAW scouts happened to be in the audience, looking for fresh talent.
Nikki breezed through a short training camp with the same chaotic energy she brought everywhere else. She wasn’t the cleanest, and she blew through drills like she was racing the clock, but her daredevil instincts were undeniable. Within months, LAW signed her, younger and greener than most, but too much of a live wire to ignore.
Now 19, she’s still green as they come but already carving out a reputation. Her natural charisma, daredevil heart, and insane pace make her matches unpredictable rides. She may crash spectacularly, but she always gets back up, grinning ear to ear… sometimes with a new scar, sometimes with a concussion, but always ready to go again.
