Tapanga Britt

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Fighting Style: Highflyer/Showboat
In-Ring Strengths: She is experienced and has great ring awareness. She is quick and cunning.
In-Ring Weakness: Tapanga tends to showboat a little too much sometimes and that can cost her. The risks she takes as a highflyer can also backfire.
Favorite Match Type: Ladder Match
Favorite Weapon: Ryan McCollum. If she needs an actual object, she opts for a baseball bat.
Common Moves:
[1] Hurricanrana
[2] Headscissors takedown
[3] Flying lariat
[4] Knife-edge chops to the chest (a la Ric Flair)
[5] Moonsault slam
[6] Moonsault kick to a cornered opponent
[7] Shining wizard
[8] Seated senton
[9] Corkscrew neckbreaker
[10] Dragon sleeper with body scissors
[11] Diving moonsault
[12] Senton bomb
[13] Capoiera spinning kick
[14] One-handed bulldog
[15] Standing moonsault
[16] Lionsault
[17] Stinkface
[18] Front drop kick
[19] Suicide dive
[20] Springboard crossbody

Signature Moves:
1. Socialite Splash (Rolling Thunder)
2. Hostile Makeover (Diving facebuster)

Finisher(s):
1. Make-Ya-Famous aka the MYF (Angelina Love's Break-A-Bitch.)
2. The Name Drop (450 Splash)

In-Ring Attire: During her entrance big, fancy fur coat, paying homage to robes worn by Gorgeous George and Ric Flair. For her in-match attire, she usually wears a little matching top to go with her shorts that have to show off her number one ASSet, along with knee and elbow pads, as well as black boots.

Sample Roleplay:

Yet again, the SuperStarlet (yes, the ORIGINAL SuperStarlet, bitch) finds herself surrounded by humans of the penis-wielding variety, which isn't a situation she's a stranger to. I mean, look at her. And next to sex with two men, Tapanga loves competing in a wrestling match with two men, especially when one of them is current thorn-in-side-number-one, Davis Wiley. Basically, she loves to beat the shit out of men just as much as she loves to fuck it out of them and she takes equal amounts of pleasure in both activities. But what makes this ordeal is all the more sweeter - not just because she gets to stare at Dexter Gray's ass and his woman's before she smashes his and Davis's face in - is the gold. The Commonwealth Championship.

When Tapanga arrived in GWC, her sights were set on the Global Heavyweight championship and things didn't work out so well. Her last shot at some gold just didn't pan out and she lost to the eventual winner of the tournament she was in, Xavier Homicide. But when shit gets in a bind, Tapanga Britt ain't the kind of gal to get all sour puss about it. She gets right the fuck up, brushes herself off, checks her make-up and hair, and goes right back at it. Even though she's not been directly in a title picture since, she's been making headlines in the Coalition and keeping all the eyes on her. That's success, right there. Without even holding a belt, she's held everyone's attention. Now, it's time for all that hard work to pay off. Fucking with Davis Wiley, maiming people like Sarahe Gemini and Jake Rainwater is fun and all, but in the wrestling world, it's all about championship gold. This is one hell of an opportunity and it just so happens that Tapanga is an expert on seizing the opportune moment.

As the scene opens up, the camera is slowly creeping over the luxurious display that is the dressing room of the Broadway Bombshell, Tapanga Britt, in her not-so-humble abode. Yes, her dressing room. Not her bedroom, but a room completely dedicated to all her clothes, make-up, shoes, what have you. It's not a walk-in closet. It's bigger than most of your bedrooms, actually, and probably better decorated, to boot. The vicious vixen herself is sitting on a cushioned, light pink chair before her enormous vanity set up, dressed in a longline bra and a form fitting, high rise black skirt, her choice of peach heels laying on the ground. It appears she's getting dressed up for some sort of function or another, still undecided on the rest of her outfit. She crunches and teases her long hair, seemingly oblivious to the camera until she finally sees it's reflection in the corner. She scoffs and speaks in her softcore Fran Drescher-toned voice.

"...you're in my mirror, why?"

She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side curiously - a Britt family gesture we've often seen expressed in her siblings such as the Queen Teresa, the henchwoman Anna Maria, and the beloved fan-favorite and momma-to-be, Tori Franz. Tapanga lets out a chuckle.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. It's time for the obligatory trash talking and fan service." She leans back and snickers. "Which is perfect, because I love talking and it really is a service to all that I do. I mean, who doesn't love hearing me? Duh."

The obnoxious and obnoxiously hot Tapanga nods before she gives a shoe-shoe gesture to the camera, which still appears in the reflection of the mirror.

"Get out of the picture, you're interrupting how beautiful I am. God." She rolls her eyes and waits for CJ to move out of the way and Liam to yank the microphone out of view. She sighs. "Now that you fucks can properly enjoy my wondrousness, allow me to enlighten you all. The woman you all envy and wish you could be will be in action at Spring Bash and not only that, but she has a shot at the Commonwealth Championship against one Mr. Dexter Gray and, of course," she pauses to fake a Southern accent. "Mista Dav-us Wile-h."

Tapanga laughs with exaggeration. "It's been a minute since I've had a title shot, let alone held a championship, so to say I'm motivated, well, it'd be a HUGE fucking understatement. Do you know how big and achy that void is? You can all say whatcha want about me, but I am a competitor. I was put on this earth to wrestle and contend and compete, butt heads, fight...and it's my number one desire to hold championship gold and strut around proudly and say I'm the motherfucking best." Tapanga smirks. "I mean, I know I'm fantastic, but every wrestler loves the belt to symbolize it. Plus, that championship will look hot as hell around my perf waist. Obvi."

The SuperStarlet licks her lips and then nods once more. "First off, lemme address Wiles. He was just a-chompin' at the bit like his girlfriend - I mean, a horse...same thing?" Tapanga shrugs. "Welcome back to the party, sweetness. It's good hearing from you. You were absent in the days leading up to Warfare. Giving us the ol' silent treatment, huh? Oh, what a shame it was, not having to hear you hick-up the English language, oh, darn, oh, darn." Tapanga rolls her eyes in the sarcasm. "I know you're all bent out of shape because I fucked with you and your girl and it's your time of the month and whatever, but puh-lease, build a fucking bridge and get. Over. It. Me and the boys were just having a little fun." Tapanga puckers her lips in a seductive pouty gesture. "I swear on a stack of phone books, mister." She laughs. "Seriously, fucker, you are so easy to rile up. Like, getting under your skin was child's play. You're so one-dimensional, it's pathetic. You're over there trying to make what I did to you and your bitch into something big and profound and what-the-fuck-ever and I'm just here like 'um, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night, bitchy-poo,' 'cause I could care or less."

Tapanga nods. "Really. I admit, when I saw you show up in GWC, I was pretty pissed. I wanted to make you miserable because deep down, I was still mad about you screwing me over back in Vegas. But then it occurred to me...I'm Tapanga fucking Britt, why am I holding on to that shit? I am so much better than that. To be honest, it isn't even about doing Mr. Hume's bidding anymore, either, even though that's still on the table. I'm just doing this because...it's fun. You're an easy target, babycakes. I get you all wound up, and it's awesome watching you run around, all huffing and puffing. But bitch, I'm about to blow your house down like the foxy lil' wolfy momma I am. Because I'm walking my fine ass in to Madison Square Garden, before all of my beautiful, superior fellow New Yorkers, and I'm going to win that Commonwealth Championship. You'll be too concentrated on revenge to capitalize on this chance, doll-face. You can have your Southern Gentleman glory and be the hero all you want with Sarahe and who the fuck else, but I want that gold. The Tapanga you've faced in the past has been hot-headed and unorganized, Davy boy, but this time, I'm just downright, certified, fortified, solidified, bona fide dan-ger-ous. Kiss, kiss, motherfucker."

She blows a mocking kiss in the camera's direction before she switches gears.

"Now, Mr. Gray, you're the only one in this match unsurprised by your title shot. You knew that at Spring Bash you were going for this title. You've been preparing, ready to make this your moment. Unfortunately for you, my raven-haired beauty, you're fucked and not in the good way, baby. Yeah, you're facing Davis Wiley, whatever, but you're gonna be in the ring with me." Tapanga gestures to herself proudly and sighs. "First of all, congratulations, you're so lucky and secondly...I'm sorry. Sorry that I'm gonna have to crush the dreams of something so fine." Tapanga snickers.

"See, darling, like I said last Warfare, I don't have anything against you...as much as I'd be in favor of it." Tapanga winks. "But now, we're fighting for a championship, and when I want something, I tend to get a little...feisty, if you will. Long story short, that title is gonna be mine, you stand in the way of me getting to that, and I'm gonna have to fuck you up. Nothing personal. Like our genius boss would say, it's all in good business." She nods with a sultry little smirk. "I respect you, Dexter. You're successful, you're talented, you're not a little kiss ass like some other opponent who shall remain nameless," she fakes a cough. "WILEY," and coughs again before clearing her throat. "Fucking dust in this room, I swear. I'm hiring a new cleaning lady. Urgh. Just can't find good help these days." She shrugs. "But you get what I'm saying, Dexter...No hard feelings. I just know what I want and I get that won't sit well with you, since you've had your heart set on winning this championship, but you know when it comes to matters of the heart, I don't give a fuck."

Tapanga flashes that big, infamous grin. "I might not have expected this little opportunity, but I'm taking it and I'm making it mine. Call me greedy, call me cocky, call me later," she winks. "I don't care. Nothing is going to stop me from making you all watch...with...envy."

The Park Avenue Princess bites her bottom lip and then turns around to face the camera, flipping her long, curly hair behind her well-structured shoulders, showing off her ample chest and endless curves, looking every bit the beautiful woman she is after delivering a deadly verbal beating. She winks at the camera.

"See you later, boys."

With a sarcastic little wave, the scene fades to black, ending this promo with the Spring Bash hometown girl, Tapanga Britt.