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TRIX

Fictional Edit / Original / Freelance

Billed From: St. Petersburg, Russia

Alignment: Heel

TRIX was as they say, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her mother was rich. No, not only rich. Loaded. (As in talking the giant mansion and weekend trips to Spain kind of loaded) Mrs. Barkov had it all, swimming pools, boats, etc. To her, Beatrice was just another prize to be shown off. A test tube baby, she was as content as a child who seldom saw their parents could be, and considering shegot whatever she wanted, she was pretty content.

It was not long before Trix knew there was something missing in her life however. Often playing with other kids much to her mother's disapproval, Beatrice learnt from them that the situation was far from the norm. Trix also learnt rebellion from them, and that wrestling in the backyard was a lot more fun then ballet, gymnastics, piano, or the various other lessons they were home taught. Her very first match ended up with her suffering two broken arms and bruised ribs.

It was the the best time of her life.

As soon as she recovered she was wrestling again, venturing from the mansion and into the city, where she learnt of a whole new world of wrestling and matches. By using what she learnt in ballet and gymnastics, it was not long
before TRIX was winning wars of her own. She was a prodigy, but more then that, she was hooked.

A year or so down the line and TRIX announced to her mother that she was leaving. She was answered with a simple "Stay in touch." So, armed with their reckless stunting and backyard experience, TRIX set off in search of new adventures and faces to smash.

154 Pts, 4 Attires & Logic.
Attire 1: Yellow Shirt & White Shirts
Attire 2: Makeshift Cosmonaut Attire
Attire 3: "Look Ma, No Helmet!"
Attire 4: Orange Shirt & Brown Shorts

Theme Song: 'Doomsday' - Nero