Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

"Grace and strength, united in paws and crown!"

"Like, you're so not ready for this level of fabul

"Unleashing primal power with a heart of gold!"

"From the cosmos, I come to conquer!"

"Caught in my web, there’s no escape!"

"Catch me if you can, but be warned: I'll always b

"In every fight, there's a rhyme; in every victory

"Obey the Scout Law or get crumbled!"

"Obey or be crushed beneath the weight of my power

"Powered by heart, programmed to win!"

I'm Coach Candy Kane — your friendly neighborhood fitness enforcer! I believe in hard work, fair play, and giving it 110% every time you step in that ring. I don’t care if you're big, small, strong, or slow — if you’ve got heart, I’ll push you to be your best. No shortcuts, no excuses — now drop and give me ten!

"Get fit, stay strong, and never back down!"

"Bow to the queen, or be buried beneath the sands 

Honey, I’m America’s sweetheart wrapped in stars, stripes, and Southern steel! I fight for truth, justice, and every woman who’s been told to sit pretty while the world steals her spotlight. My crossbody drops villains like bad habits, my smile’s sweeter than sweet tea, and my spirit’s unbreakable. I’m the hero this ring deserves—a belle who bites back. Don’t mistake my grace for weakness, darlin’. Liberty always prevails.

Glow Pro Wrestler

Honey, I’m livin’ large on YOUR dime! Queen of Section 8, draped in faux fur and bling bought with your hard-earned taxes. Why work when welfare’s my throne? I’ll dropkick dignity for designer knockoffs—and this crown ain’t for charity. You chant ‘Get a job!’? Baby, moochin’ is my job. Now bow down or get pinned!

Da! I am Zoya the Destroya — Soviet Union’s greatest export! I crush capitalist dreams with my hammer and sickle! Vodka is my blood, and your American tears are my breakfast. I invented cold... and war! Liberty Belle? Pah! She weeps for mercy when Zoya’s piledriver strikes! In mother Russia, ring breaks YOU! Come... feel glorious pain of proletariat justice!

I am the storm you never saw coming. They called me Junkchain, tried to chain me to their stereotypes. Now? I’m Black Magic — conjurer of chaos, priestess of pain. My power flows from ancestors they’ll never understand. I speak to spirits, command the ring, and leave opponents trembling at my feet. No smoke, no mirrors: just raw, unapologetic force. I didn’t take this persona… I forged it. So step into my circle, cherie… if you dare.

I am Britannica, the Smartest Woman in the World! While you darlings rely on brute force, I conquer with cerebral supremacy. Armed with empirical data and peer-reviewed takedowns, I dissect opponents like flawed hypotheses. My mind is a library; my moves, calculated equations. Forget luck—victory is simply science. Now, would you care to test my thesis? Spoiler: You’ll be published… in the Journal of Defeat.

"Money talks, and I make the rules!"

I’m Melrose—glitter cannon of chaos, queen of trash-talking, and the only wrestler who’ll drop a Hurricanrana and steal your man mid-pin. I party in spandex, invented neon, and my heart’s fool’s gold under six layers of eyeliner & denial. Yeah, I’m a hot-mess stereotype—sue me, baby, stereotypes sell tickets! Now shut up and let’s riot!

JoseAcevedo