Post by Lacey Cadavre on Dec 1, 2007 22:51:15 GMT -5
Name: Lacey Cadavre
Hometown: Fort Wayne, IN
Entrance Music: "Haunted" by Evanescence
Fighting Specialty: Submission expert
Finishing Maneuver: Texas Piledriver, SS Dragon Sleeper
Bio:
You wish you knew all of the tragedy of Lacey Cadavre... don't you? Well, listen up... just this once, you'll be enlightened. These memories have haunted her life for the past three years. The very same demons that resurfaced following her displacement from her first major federation experience in Toronto.
Lacey... assisted a suicide. A model EMT, allowed one she was to help, kill herself. A young, African-American girl who had made the wrong choices and ended up wearing the wrong color in the midst of a gang war. Lacey could see the fear in her eyes, fear of whether or not she'd walk again, fear of whether or not she'd live or not if left to God's will, fear of whether or not she'd ever see the light of day again without it filtering through bars, or barbed wired fences. Lacey gave her the answer she seeked. Lacey pointed the barrel of the girls gun at her own head, allowing her to pull the trigger, soaked in the crimson red results of her decision made for another. She couldn't accept what she'd done.
Quick solution: She joined the circus. Immediately focusing into the world of professional wrestling, praying that it'd keep her mind from her sin. And, nearly it succeeded... until she fatefull, and unfortunately... went home. Reliving her nightmares, eventually getting herself destroyed in a bar fight she felt she deserved. Her own judge and jury, yet not her own executioner, forcing herself to live out the life of regret she had forged upon herself.
Hometown: Fort Wayne, IN
Entrance Music: "Haunted" by Evanescence
Fighting Specialty: Submission expert
Finishing Maneuver: Texas Piledriver, SS Dragon Sleeper
Bio:
You wish you knew all of the tragedy of Lacey Cadavre... don't you? Well, listen up... just this once, you'll be enlightened. These memories have haunted her life for the past three years. The very same demons that resurfaced following her displacement from her first major federation experience in Toronto.
Lacey... assisted a suicide. A model EMT, allowed one she was to help, kill herself. A young, African-American girl who had made the wrong choices and ended up wearing the wrong color in the midst of a gang war. Lacey could see the fear in her eyes, fear of whether or not she'd walk again, fear of whether or not she'd live or not if left to God's will, fear of whether or not she'd ever see the light of day again without it filtering through bars, or barbed wired fences. Lacey gave her the answer she seeked. Lacey pointed the barrel of the girls gun at her own head, allowing her to pull the trigger, soaked in the crimson red results of her decision made for another. She couldn't accept what she'd done.
Quick solution: She joined the circus. Immediately focusing into the world of professional wrestling, praying that it'd keep her mind from her sin. And, nearly it succeeded... until she fatefull, and unfortunately... went home. Reliving her nightmares, eventually getting herself destroyed in a bar fight she felt she deserved. Her own judge and jury, yet not her own executioner, forcing herself to live out the life of regret she had forged upon herself.