#chyna9

[my-names-legion]

Jeff had taken time off and and done some music. When he came back to wrestling he decided to play a new role. Well actually in wrestling it was an old role, he'd just be playing it in a different way than the men that had done it before.

Usually when a man played the part of ring escort it was as husband, boyfriend or manager. He wasn't any of those to Chyna. They were good friends and he thought the idea of going with her to the ring was great.

He wouldn't even have to change his look. His mesh shirts and jeans went great with her look. He was looking forward to it and expected this to get a great reaction. He would be playing it cool, he didn't want The Enigma to draw attention away from The 9th Wonder, not that he thought he could but he knew how beloved he was by the fans.

He wrapped his studded belt around his hips, zipped his hoodie and pulled up his hood, to wait for the moment to take it off. He went to check in with her before they went to the ring. Knocking on the door before being let in.

[adsagsona]

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[queenofgone]

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It was just a regular off day --- one of those limited days off away from the ring, the workload, the chaos. Nattie was simply walking out of a fancy boutique with a pair of bags in each hand, feeling in a good mood after getting some Christmas shopping done. Whether it was for herself or somebody else has yet to be determined. In a matter of a few seconds Nattie accidently bumped into a woman, almost knocking her over and the shopping bags out of her hands. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" She apologized repeatedly to her and with one glimpse of the other's face and boom! She was starstruck. "You. Y-you're...it's you!"

[coldbloodedpredator]

"You ever get stuck in one of those radio interviews where your mind is on something entirely different? I was there to promote the upcoming pay-per-view and all I could think about was our plans for tonight. Always thinking of you even when you aren't around."

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[mainevcnt]

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the night starts the way it always does. one shot to celebrate a good day at the office, another to placate the pain. one to keep his temper from boiling over, and one more to cope with the person he's become, something dangerous and out of control. a quick excuse to the bathroom for fine white lines across a porcelain counter polished off his high and, mercifully, shawn could escape the growing disdain for himself for a few blissful hours.

fingers fluff up the blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, framing his face turned crimson courtesy of the liquor rushing through his veins. he was fine. it was easy to ignore the dark circles under his eyes from stress, from nights of missed sleep and pushing his body to its limit. a watery smile is forced to his face in the reflection of the dirty bathroom mirror; he brushes away stray powder from beneath his nose, washes his hands and sucks in a deep breath. he was gorgeous, and he was fine.

it starts the way it always does, with an emptiness in his chest and a desperation to fill the void that heartbreak had left behind.

the club is far too loud when he finally makes his way back down the long hallway. that was just as well; thrumming music was one more thing to drown out the guilt that had made a home for itself in his head. through a sea of dancing bodies and toward a booth in a corner of the room, shawn returns to the safety of the small group -- his group, his family, the only people willing to put up with your sorry ass, a distant voice says -- and tucks himself comfortably against chyna’s side.

there's a pleasant hum in his chest when shawn finally asks, "what'd i miss?"

[brothersgrim]

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He blinked, shrugged. Mulled the question over a bit before responding properly. He shifts back on the weight bench and waves his hand back and forth in front of his chest. ‘So-so’. Almost right. Missed a bit of it, though. Yeah, the solitude was nice. It was familiar. (At times, too familiar.) And people could be a bit much. (A lot much.) He didn’t really... Get, people. Still working up to that. (’Pac seemed okay. As for the rest of DX, well, he wasn’t sure, but they seemed to be a package deal. He’d have to put up with it.) But it wasn’t just that. He didn’t have to worry about sharing equipment if it was just him. He could do what he wanted. ... Except sleep. 

Yup. 

The Devil’s Favourite Demon was stalking the night because he couldn’t fall asleep. Happened to everyone. So, he’d get up and do something. And this, at least, was a harmless pass-time. Nobody got hurt, nothing got burned. 

He wasn’t used to having company. It wasn’t so bad, he supposed. Not yet. He grips the bar again, lifts the weights from the hooks. After a few reps, he pauses and looks over to her again, once more tilting his head to the side. 

He knows why he’s here. 

What about her?

[chyna9]

The Character

INTRODUCTION& BASICS

First off, welcome to my Joanie ‘Chyna’ Laurer roleplay blog. This is an introductory post where you shall find details about the version I play of hers, her history and the way it branches out into an alternative version among various other things.

First things first, everything involved in Chyna/Joanie’s career up until she left to wrestle in New Japan Professional Wrestling in 2002 after her departure from WWF is very much the same as past.

She left WWF for twofold reasons. First being the Stephanie McMahon/Paul Levesque affair which had blossomed during their own storyline together, something that was kept hidden from her for well over a year until she discovered texts from Stephanie going way back on his cell phone after an argument when he wasn’t in the room. At that particular moment, she knew the company was sure as hell not going to favor her if it was going to be her vs the boss’s daughter. Despite of having plenty of well wishers backstage, she knew she had hit the glass ceiling for her ambitions with this obstacle. Yes, she was wrong, yes, she was cheated, but like many things in life, this was unfair and the fax that she received at the end of it all was nothing moe than a gigantic slap in the face of one of the most recognizable women the company had ever seen.

Second reason for her departure from the company was a more professional one. Embarking in women’s division was something that Chyna always had little interest in. Being a professional, she did the run, feuded with Ivory, but her heart had always belonged in men’s division and with boys was where Joanie had felt most at home with. So going down from coming precariously close to challening for the WWF Championship to duking it out against Ivory or Trish Stratus was something that Joanie had never been particularly keen on. So when she demanded a main event program during her negotiations, she was quickly rebuffed before being put in women’s division subsequently.

Afterwards, she did some TV spots before accepting an offer from New Japan Pro Wrestling to be the first woman signed by company to compete with men. Her run with NJPW was phenomenal one as Japanese pro wrestling had never seen a woman as unique as her, doing the things that Joanie was doing. She was bench pressing guys twice her size, brawling with them, hanging out with them. In Japan she developed an interest in Jiujitsu which led her returning to United States in 2003 training at Danzan Ryu for next two years before doing few fights in a tie up with UFC in 2006 upon honing her skills. Booked against men in fights that generated massive media buzz, the encounters were brutal and her success outside scripted arena was a mixed one.

She retired from MMA in December, 2006, exactly one day before her birthday. Since then, Joanie has done sporadic professional wrestling appearance, TV guest spots and for most part prefers to teach French and English in Japan while Japanese in United States, dividing her time between Tokyo and Los Angeles. She has made peace with WWE when Vince McMahon called up her one night, making her an offer to make a return to mark RAW anniversary for one last DX reunion, which she agreed to and since then continues to show up on WWE TV as well as NJPW every now and then, even for an angle or two, a schedule that she finds comfortable. She does not like nor hate Stephanie McMahon/Paul Levesque, having moved on over her heartbreak despite of how much bitter she had been in initial years over the issue.

She has legally changed her name to Chyna, but is fine with being referred as both Joanie and Chyna. She’s friednly, courteous and respectful, an intellectual. But to those who try to undermine her, are rude to her, shall be dealt with in the stern manner that often leaves them biting their tongue for trying to mess with Joanie. She has had few relationships after Levesque but none of them have been long term. She still does modeling occasionally and runs her own website www.joaniechynalaurer.com.

This is a brief outline. It can be tweaked/modified according to story, RP needs. For an outline about her hobbies, preferences and other stats, I shall post a second post offering details about that.

THINGS THAT DID NOT HAPPEN

1. Joanie did not date Sean Waltman aka X-Pac.

2. Did not do reality television, sex tape or porn.

3. Did not get addicted to drugs or became an alcoholic, except occasional drinks and marijuana intake.

4. Did not her muscle mass and still remains very much fit.

5. Did not undergo cosmetic surgery after 2002.

GENRES THAT ARE OPEN TO PLAY WITH CHYNA

Professional Wrestling, Science Fiction, Celebrity, Slice of Life, Drama, Romance, Fantasy, Mixed Martial Arts

[wonderbabesoftheworld]

Daddy’s Girls

Joanie ‘Chyna’ Laurer had just stepped in the locker room after showers that usually followed one of her grueling workouts that usually made people feel tired just from seeing her pump iron.

It was mostly quiet. For now at least because Joanie knew in little while all those stickfigure barbie dolls would come in and begin their cliche packed chatter about the color of their nail polish or how afraid they were of stepping in the ring while being part of the wrestling promotion.

As it was customary for her, she was going to head to the men’s locker room in short while given that’s where she usually spent more of her time in.

That is, unless one of the cuties coming in caught her eye. Admittedly, every now and then some of them did and not all girls were there for fame but were indeed to wrestle.

Those that did catch her eye, often did for a very different reason. Evidently, the company had brought in some new ones, Joanie chuckled to herself inwardly, wondering if she might bump into one of them before she stepped out. After all, the bitches just liked to drop their panties for her, didn’t they?

She wasn’t booked for the night and that meant drinks with guys and observing the show, which was always a learning experience even if she was a veteran at this point.

Little did she know, something interesting was about to happen this evening!

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Stepping into the locker room for the first time was making her a little nervous but she wasn’t going to let that show since she knew she couldn’t let anyone here realize that.  When Amy Dumas (known to the fans and pro wrestling world as Lita) had signed on with the company she knew it would be rough in the locker rooms.  She was the rookie and the “new kid” so to speak.  She’d heard rumors that the women liked to gossip and chatter about so much superficial shit that it sounded like it would annoy the hell out of her.  It made her wish she could have her own locker room.  Hell she’d take sharing a locker room with the guys if it meant she didn’t have to deal with all the petty shit in the women’s locker room.  It had always been that way even when she worked in the indies.

Determined to simply walk in, change into her gear and get out as quickly as possible Amy headed straight for the back of the locker room so that she could at least hopefully avoid too much attention.  Little did she know that this standoffish attitude was the thing that was about to grab someone’s attention.  As she walked past several of the women she paid no mind to who she was walking past as she didn’t care until she bumped into one of them as she was looking for a locker to take over.  Barely acknowledging that it was one of the most prominent women of the company, Joanie Laurer who was more known by her ring name Chyna.  Amy apologized vaguely without looking at the woman and kept walking.  “Sorry.”  She wasn't intending to be rude but she didn't care what anyone thought of her and it was better to keep everyone at a distance than to worry about the politics of who was friends with who.  She'd been told on more than one occasion that she had a poor attitude but she felt it was everyone's way of expressing their jealousy that she was still able to get opportunities even though she played favorites with no one.

Not having any reason to think any of the girls would talk to her on the first day Amy went about getting changed not thinking that anyone would be approaching her until she realized someone was standing near her.  Not looking up, she questioned their presence around her.  "Got a problem?"

[excellentexecution]

@chyna9 | Continued. 

Joanie was sitting in the bar of the hotel room. To a quick glance her appearance would've been a shock. Gone was the perpetual black attire, the monochrome. Instead she was sporting a light pink top with matching yoga pants of a brighter shade.

That in itself was a vivid indicator that this was Joanie and not Chyna as the world had solely come to see her as.

After the eventful night, she just felt she needed to get away from prying eyes, to be herself.

She had hurt the family of the man she loved.

For the umpteenth time.

Lost in her thoughts with a simple fruit punch, the world had become a blur for her. They had scheduled a meeting, using their Pagers.

But still the words surprised her when they hit her eardrums as she felt the jacket ensconce her. The warm hands that came around taking her in a protective embrace.

Joanie was a woman that didn't need anyone's protection and she took pride in that. Hell, she was the one protecting others. But there were exceptions.

This was an exception.

A soft, content sigh escaped he lips. The guilt, the woes forgotten. Suddenly she felt at peace.

Slowly she turned to the side, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

"Will you? Please?" She asked in a soft tone, her hand had come to rest over his in a gentle touch.

Owen was the worst out of them all. Every knight of the Foundation brotherhood in some sort of trouble, crimson streaks across the skin and purple underneath the eyes. They were each soldiers covered with their share of scars. Bloodied hairlines that didn’t seem to know when to quit pouring out, blonde gashed open with gentle grunts on the tongue, strands split wide. Curses and more against the music of the television screen that played in the background - factions were taking the war farther than Bret ever imagined they would. Constant assaults on one another had started to take their toll on everyone. A palindrome that echoed with each new clash of steel chairs or barricade slammed into: not an ounce of change. Future and the past all the same no matter what happened, the Federation torn to pieces, it was hard for the Hitman to bare as he went about putting his littlest brother back together. Pressed ice filled plastic bags to the Rocket’s face despite the silly excuse for protest, cleaned Dave’s and the Anvil’s mangled features, too. Settled the raging sea that swirled around within the darkness of the Loose Cannon’s lost mind, though he was in far better condition than the rest from the group, Bret wouldn’t stand to have him turn out any different within the span of the last few hours. Least not in their communal hotel room. They needed their strength. All of them; they needed to live another day.

Jim already had begun the process when the pager on Bret’s person beeped, the shift of the primary guard while on top of one of the beds. Pushed away curled locks as to expose the side of the head, the British Bulldog second in command with his instruments of medical care: bandaids and gauzes. A singular Superkick was all it took to deal the heavy blow to Bret’s scalp. A melody of the ever enchanting Sweet Chin Music - an outside interference - victor not he but not a disqualification of the match, either. It looked worse than it was. An artificial wound, not having his hand raised in celebration hurt Bret more than Shawn’s cowboy boot heel did. Having to witness as someone else was cheered that show, that night, with his stupid Stars and Stripes flag waving in the wind, machine circulated air with all its mockery. Damn Patriot. 

It was then that the two forces found themselves in the heat of battle. HBK and his straight pointed leg toward the Excellence of Execution’s direction - twice did the pager beep. Just as Davey unrolled and peeled protective layers, swore on his soul that D Generation X would see their doom. Regardless of where any of them stood: they’re gonna pay for this. I’m gonna kill ‘em - even if Joanie was counted among the fatalities. Bret’s courageous Chyna, his beloved. His love who was somewhat accepted, tolerated and stomached. It was all the boys could do given the circumstances. What they allowed themselves to endure for their brother’s sake and happiness, Bret was beyond grateful for that much. Appreciative, before even an inch of cotton touched his forehead, he was off. Leather draped over the shoulders and covered the back, down to the bar that would be open for the next while. Dressed in sneakers with dark blue jeans and a white tee: to where Joanie was. 

A hand clapsed around her hip with the other rubbing the softness of her blush painted cheek, his thumb to her flesh, Bret submitted to a smile of his own. Mirrored Joanie as that pleasant warmness ignited his belly - cocked his head to the side and prepared for that so wanted kiss. 

He whispered, breathless almost, “come here.”

[qveenofkvngs]

Taking A Chance | Steph/Chyna

Stephanie sat at her laptop in her office, delaying as much as she could. This call could go extremely well or extremely bad. After all, she was about to reconnect with Joanie aka WWEs Chyna. The last the two women had spoken was not on good terms but years had past so Stephanie was hoping things were better.

Biting at her perfectly manicured nail, she presses the button that allowed the call to go through. She was sure that as soon as she saw who was calling, the call would disconnect.

@chyna9

[cerebralassassinking]

That would imply spending some personal time together.

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[divacentral]

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Standing there, sighing with the phone in hand, she struggled to remember what was the new number that her friend would have given her, pressing the buttons, she would have called other people about five times by mistake, when the sixth time she would be able to set the sequence but is it really?

Since when they were friends on and off the sidelines of the WWF, it was tragic that she would have been fired to satisfy the tastes of that mean daddy's daughter that Debra had a great enmity. It is not even good to quote that woman's name.

Ivory was terrible at talking, too tough, intimidating until she stopped. Sable is lazy even to talk, but still her conversations paid off. Tori was always crying in the corners of being forced to be close to that skinny indecent ... Kat always walked around with Jeff Jarrett, both very country music fans ... So she almost never saw her.

Only her great friend remained, the only one among them who was open-minded to talk.

She was crossing her fingers to make it the right number, the ringing of the call left the girl in suspense, his eyes crossed with that of an albino snake in her aquarium next door, as the suspense increased more. It seemed such a serious situation, and why did Debra want to talk to Joan so badly? - She sighed deeply and concentrated only on the ringing of the phone calling, calling and calling.

"Come on Joan, pick up." - She chanted to herself, snorting when she got out of that suspense, she looked like a teenager waiting for a call from her friends.

[cenationarmyleader]

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It was June 2002 and a very young John Cena knew he was about to debut on WWE Smackdown. This what he had worked hard for. This what he done to travel and live on an hundred bucks a month would come and pay off. The day on the debut, John made his way to the arena just as they setting up for the show. In awe, John walked backstage to see the production crew around setting up and getting things in place for the show. John walked towards the locker room that he was going to share with his fellow co-workers. He walked to find an empty locker. He read the list of big names on the locker. The Undertaker, Matt Hardy, Kurt Angle, Edge, Rey Mysterio. John smiled as he found an empty locker between Edge and Rey. He quickly sat on the bench and pulled out his phone to text his best friend Randy Orton who already was on the roster two months before him. Sharing a locker room with peers he looked up to, the nerves creeps up John's back as he had to get out the locker room.

John found himself lost around the big arena. He never was backstage in an arena before. He scratched his head as he looks around the area.

[bigjonmoxleyxx]

"Its 2am!!! You better be here for a booty call or some shit" mox rubbed his sleepy red eyes with the back of his hand. He was pissed because he loved his sleep and anyone who woke him up that wasn't his alarm was in for it. When he finally looked to see who it was that woke him up he was slightly only slightly less mad. "Chyna? What are you doing here man? Here come in its pouring out there. He stepped aside letting the woman in.

@chyna9

[coldbloodedpredator]

Continued from...

https://chyna9.tumblr.com/post/639271564840419328/continued-from

The demon inside stays locked away to keep others from suffering my fate.  Save yourself the pain.  Leave before the demon decides to keep you.

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[mainevcnt]

                                                      Anonymous said: Is Chyna single atm?                                                       Asking for a friend

“how ‘bout you quit being a coward and ask her yourself?”

“it’s none of my business and besides, you couldn’t handle a stone cold fox like that.”