Leva Bates May 5, 2020 9:38:33 GMT
Post by Cuz on May 5, 2020 9:38:33 GMT
Wrestler's Name: Leva Bates
Nicknames: “Daddy’s Little Girl”,
Hometown: Madisonville, KY, USA
Height: 5ft 2in
Wrestling Style: Brawler
Entrance Music: Lana Del Rey - Blue Jeans
5 Favorite Moves:
Big Boot (to stomach)
Bridging Northern Lights Suplex
Electra Shock (Double Knee Facebreaker)
Blue In The Face (Double Leg Hook Bridging Reverse Chinlock)
Bet y’all thought Blue Pants was a dumb name, huh? Somethin’ stupid I picked at the very last minute because of what I happened to be wearin’ or somethin’. See, this world is messy an’ scary an’ weird. You keep digging an’ sooner or later you’re goin’ to disturb a spider’s nest. You’re not goin’ to like what comes crawling out.
‘Blue Pants’ wasn’t some stupid name, it was a tribute to the greatest man I’ve ever known. My best friend. My daddy. The bravest, the kindest, the most loving human on God’s green Earth. A man who bent over backwards to put food on the table an’ a smile on my face every day.
Thirty-odd years ago, Mr an’ Mrs Bates stepped foot in some hos’pital or the other back in Mad'sonville. Two entered… an’ only two left. No, I didn’t get to meet my mumma. She died not too long after using all she had left to push me out of her. I didn’t even get a hello. Never got to come home an’ ask her how her day was. Didn’t get to find out her favourite colour. Didn’t get to see me off for my first day at school.
But my daddy did. My daddy was always there. He would do anything for his little girl. He still does. So, the Blue Pants name… well, you don’t need to know the particulars, it being a long story an’ all, but that particular name was a tribute to him. Those blue pants were significant to him, to me, to us. It was a reminder to myself to payback for all he ever did for me. A reminder to never stop loving that man.
Then, on SLAM, I stood tall in a wrestlin’ ring as Leva Bates. The name my daddy an’ mumma gave me all those years ago. ‘Blue Pants’ may have been a tribute to my father, but it’s time I stepped out from his shadow a little. Truth be told… my daddy’s not been himself lately. He’s ill, he’s getting old. He’s becoming something quite rotten. He makes me angry. He’s quite mad. I mean, we’re all mad. The whole world, the whole EWA, is a madhouse. An’ there’s nothing wrong with being a little mad. My dad’s mad, but he’s harmless. I don’t blame him one bit for going mad. He’s never hurt me… intentionally. But I hurt him with my actions.
So why am I back, an’ all on my lonesome? Firstly, those Vaudevillains… I don’t need The Vaudevillains. They never lifted a finger to help me win that Women’s Title, I did it all on my own, an’ I’ll do it again. Really, though, I’m here to help my old daddy out. Like I told ya, his health ain’t too good, an’ he can’t go out to work like he used to. He might be mad, we might not see eye-to-eye, but I must look after him. I always thought I relied on him. Nope, quite the opposite. He relies on me. Y’see, money is tight. An’ he’s thinking of moving us to some ramshackle motel an’ I can’t see him wither away like that. The time for sitting around at home waiting for those high falutin boys Aiden an’ Simon to call me up an’ get the troupe back together has passed. I’m here to put food back on the table. I’m here to keep my daddy in the Bates family home. I’m here to give back to my daddy like he gave to me before he went mad. An’, most of all, I’m here to remind the E-Wrestling Alliance that I did it all on my own once before, an’ I’m about to do it all again.
After all, a daddy’s little girl always gets her own way.
A daddy’s little girl always gets her own way.
A daddy’s little girl should always get her own way...
Why did you have to replace mumma?
Am I not good enough daddy?
I’ll make it up to you someday.
No, I’m not goin’ to play with the boys anymore. I promise.
Sorry I make you mad.
Sorry for what I did to new mumma.
I love you daddy.