Raze Mercer
Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2026 11:23 pm
Raze “Mad Gunz” Mercer
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Real Name: Alexandria MercerRing Name: Raze Mercer
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 133 lbs
Eyes: Purple contacts
Hair: White with Pink Streaks
Nationality: American
Hailing From: Fort Braggs, North Carolina
Alignment: Chaotic Tweener
Entrance Theme: Sons of Amon- god mode
APPEARANCE
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BIOGRAPHY
Alexandria Mercer was raised as an army brat, through and through. Her father, a Master Sergeant on base, ran his household with the same tight efficiency he expected from the soldiers under his command. Beds were made sharp enough to bounce a coin, chores were finished before sunrise, and excuses were never tolerated.
Life on different bases meant Alexandria was constantly the new kid. That came with a certain kind of attention. Classmates tested the loud-mouthed girl with the quick temper and sharper tongue, expecting an easy target. They learned quickly she wasn’t one. Her father saw where things were headed and decided that if his daughter insisted on throwing hands, she might as well learn how to do it properly. He enrolled her in martial arts programs on base and, before long, she was sitting in on hand-to-hand combatives sessions whenever instructors were willing to tolerate a rowdy teenager on the mat.
Fighting wasn’t the only thing she picked up around Fort Bragg. Between training yards and firing ranges, she developed a reputation for a steady trigger finger and an uncanny knack for putting rounds exactly where she wanted them. By the time she graduated high school, enlisting felt inevitable. But her time in uniform only confirmed what many instructors already suspected. Mercer was a natural. She moved through combatives training with ruthless confidence and handled firearms and tactical equipment with calm precision. Under pressure she stayed sharp, focused, and efficient. The problem was never skill. The problem was authority. Her rugged sense of individuality and habit of questioning orders rubbed plenty of officers the wrong way.
Eventually she stepped away from the military and into the looser, more unpredictable world of private mercenary work. The work suited her far better. Smaller teams, dangerous assignments, and plenty of room for initiative. Out there, rank mattered less than results. Mercer traveled widely, taking on rough jobs in rough places, building a reputation as someone who could handle herself when things turned messy.
Professional wrestling found her during a rare break between contracts. A regional promotion was hosting open tryouts nearby, and a friend convinced her to show up for the hell of it. Mercer expected cheap theatrics and gimmicks. Instead she found something that felt oddly familiar. The hits were real. The adrenaline was real. The only difference was the audience. Wrestling rewarded the same instincts that had shaped her whole life: aggression, improvisation, and the ability to turn whatever was lying around into a weapon. She stepped into the ring under a new name. Raze Mercer.
The independent circuit learned about her quickly. Hardcore matches suited her perfectly, giving her the freedom to mix brutal hand-to-hand fighting with the creative and tactical use of weapons and the environment around her. It didn’t take long before her reputation caught the attention of LAW. Now she steps into that ring the same way she approached every battlefield before it. Focused, dangerous, and ready to tear through whoever happens to be standing across from her.
WRESTLING INFORMATION
Strategy:
Years of training has taught Raze how to handle herself in close quarters combat. She is particularly comfortable using the environment around her. Turnbuckles, barricades, and ring posts are just a regular part of her arsenal, not to mention whatever plethora of weapons she may find under the ring. One thing is for sure, while Raze is more than capable of going down hand-to-hand, you most definitely do not want to end up across form her when she has a weapon at her disposal.
Technically refined wrestlers sometimes manage to slow her down when they keep the fight controlled and structured. The longer a match stays clean and orderly, the more likely it is that Raze will start bending the rules just enough to drag things back into the messy territory where she thrives thrives in the chaos and improvisation.
Fighting Style: Weapons Specialist
Preferred Matches: Standard, Hardcore, NHB, Deathmatch, Cage Match, Hardcore/Hardstyle Hentai
Attitude towards Hentai: “Love's a battlefield babe, and I never lose a battle”
Physical Stats:
Endurance: ★★★★★
Strength: ★★★☆☆
Speed: ★★★☆☆
Defense: ★★☆☆☆
Technique: ★★☆☆☆
Wrestling Stats:
Strikes: ★★★★☆
Submissions: ★★☆☆☆
Power: ★★★☆☆
Aerial: ★★★☆☆
Counters: ★★☆☆☆
Signature Moves:
Dead Drop – Uranage
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H-Moves:
Rough Rider – Rope Ride into Turnbuck Smash
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Finishing Moves:
Shock & Awe – Avalanche tornado single arm DDT into Double Fujiwara Armbar
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FUN FACTS
• Keeps a collection of dog tags from past missions... just don't ask exactly how she got them.
• Once knocked out a guy on base with with a single slap, no joke
• Extremely adept with a tactical baton, but can't help but admit she has a soft spot for any weapons involving barbed wire
• Raze’s ringtone is the sound of a military helicopter, because she likes to remind everyone who’s coming and what’s about to go down.
• She can't sleep on anything other than a military style cot.
• Has an unusual tolerance for pain and is known to keep on going even after taking particularly hard hits.