Razzles Mars hadn't been expecting much during those late nights spent awake, poorly editing some clips of herself (most of them in less-than-stellar video quality) wrestling and giving backstage interviews in nickle-and-dime companies. Everyone got their start somewhere, and given the range of clips showing a young, adolescent girl running drills to the more mature, present day vision of pink and cotton candy that we have now, assembled with no real rhyme or reason to them, to some royalty-free jingle, she wouldn't have blamed a single person for the lack of a callback.
Presenting yourself as a professional when you were just getting your feet wet in the big leagues was a task that was much easier said than it was done, after all.
But what Razzles may have lacked in a more professional presentation, she made up for with an ear-to-ear smile and beaming social media presentation. An unwillingness to be brought down by a short deck went further than some slick video editing, and a willingness to reach out and try to befriend all of those who came her way may not have always resulted in the best way for her between the ropes, but outside of them? Her attitude and willingness to make the sacrifices necessary to make her dreams come true; which at this point in time, a tag team with "La Princesa", Estrella Luiz, and some rose gold tag titles namely, topping that list.
Razzles had a selection of places she could go. She'd endeared herself to enough people. But Action Wrestling was a stage that was completely unique to her. It was on that cusp of breaking into being a huge conglomerate of a company, while still being a small enough stage that someone without a lot of stage experience but all of the heart in the world could stand out.
The double-edge sword being that if she were to fall flat on her face, there would be less of a crowd to hide in... but that only raised the stakes and motivated her more to make her first trip to Las Vegas, and her first appearance on Action Wrestling a fantastic one.
One man who would be seeking to put an end to the rainbow and lollipop fantasy that Razzles Mars had crafted before it had even begun would have to be "The Angel of Death" James Nightingale. A fellow Brit, James saw the world through a much different lens than Razzles, opting for the dark and macabre side of the spectrum where she gravitated towards light, airy, and preferably with whipped topping. While it had been no secret that Mars had her reservations about being across the ring from a man who saw her as weak and wanted to plant a crosshair on her, she wouldn't be coming to the ring alone.
Tennessee Sinclair was the third of the competitors in this bout who would be looking to make her debut, and she fit the role of "happy medium
There's only one chance that you get to make a first impression. Razzles intended to make the most of it, and planned to leave a trail of sugar and sprinkles in her wake.
Monday Night Clash - Action Wrestling Debut
November 18, 2019
Images time stamped with the year "2000" appear on the screen. They're a little faded, due to their age, and depict a newborn swaddled up in a pink, plush blanket. She is wrapped in the arms of her mother, sleeping contentedly while one messy, blonde tuft of hair is swooped from in front of her cherub face.
RAZZLES MARS: My name is Razzles Mars. I'm nineteen years old, and I'm from London, England.
Her voice is adorned by a dainty, British accent and her words are accompanied by a sweet giggle. Present-day Razzles sits in a hot pink seat, with a smile planted firmly on her face. Said face is framed by hot pink tresses, and her petite body is clad in a form-fitting white blazer, a perriwinkle blue tanktop, and a pair of fitted black jeans and heels. Her hand rests on her knee, while more photographs play in the foreground: family photos, photos of herself in a school uniform, and adolescent photos of herself assembling a ring are prominent.
RAZZLES MARS: I've been training for this day: the day I make my debut on a professional, grand stage since I was about fifteen years old, but I've waited for this day for what feels like my entire life. Being here, stateside, and in Action Wrestling is just the culmination of an entire lifetime of an obsession with action put behind it. I was meant to be right here. Leaving home, finding myself, forging my own candy kingdom led me here, and now I have an opportunity to show that every sacrifice was worth it when it comes to living my dream.
The family photos and photos of the past are now replaced by more modern ones: a pink-haired Razzles in her wrestling gear, action shots, and candids. She unwraps a lollipop from its waxy paper and pops it into her mouth, nestling it between her cheek and her teeth while her fingers absent-mindedly fiddle with its wrapper.
RAZZLES MARS: Now I know from presentation's sake...
She giggled, her cheek slightly protruded from the round sucker pressing against it.
RAZZLES MARS: I don't have quite the aura of someone like James Nightingale. I've looked into those blue eyes and it almost feels like there's no soul inside to look back at you. It sends an absolute shiver up my spine, and I think you know that. I think you take a lot of joy in that. Ever since this bout was announced to be my debut, I've had a great deal of worry on my shoulders. Would I be able to survive? Would my first match in Action Wrestling be my last? A man like Mr. Nightingale has a reputation that precedes him for being hostile, unstable, and prone to violence. And I have little doubt that when he looks at me, what he sees is someone vulnerable: a target. He sees rainbows and lollipops...
Razzles removed the sucker from between her lips and gave it a twirl at the stick, giggling once again.
RAZZLES MARS: But there's so much more to me than that!
Her fingers thread through her pink curls, hooking a few strands of them behind her ear.
RAZZLES MARS: Nobody is signed to a contract by accident. Nobody's brought in without something to contribute to the company as a whole, and sure... I may not be conventional, and I may not be a brute, but I have something to offer. I've got heart. I've got soul. I've got a sugary sweetness. And that's enough, for now. I'm not some kind of easy pickings. I am not the weak. And I will not be prey, I will not be a victim, and I certainly will not go down without a fight!
She planted the sucker right back onto her tongue, drawing it back into her mouth. The white stick hanging out of her mouth.
RAZZLES MARS: It would be disservice, however, to forget about Honey.
Razzles nodded her head, letting the sucker dissolve in her mouth in a quiet, pensive stare.
RAZZLES MARS: I can relate to Honey. Sweetness aside, I know what it's like to be underestimated because of how you look or the way that you present yourself. To have people look at you and feel as if you are too much of this or too little of that. To make you feel like a target. I understand that more than anyone, and the need to feel like you have to work twice as hard to prove yourself. I'm excited for the opportunity to compete against someone who understands what I know, the same way I do, but from an entirely different walk of life than myself. I'm excited to be standing across the ring from such a proficient striker and to be in Las Vegas for the first time in my life and share such a huge moment with someone who understands me.
The pink-haired girl smiled, her tiny fist resting right over her heart.
RAZZLES MARS: And it's in that sense of understanding that Tennessee Sinclair has to know that this is more than just a debut in Action Wrestling for me. It's my American wrestling debut, as a whole. It's me facing my fear of the depths that I've been so worried about James Nightingale sinking to and it's my resolution to come out on the other side unscathed and a better competitor for it. So as much as I want us to be friends and to get along, once the bell rings, I can't sit idly by. I need to stand tall and strong, and I need to make an impression. I need to arrive, and I need to win. I need to show the world that what they see on the outside is only a small piece of what's inside of me: a fierce competitor, who will do what I need to do in order to bring glory to the citizens of my Candy Kingdom.
The sucker came out again, slightly reduced in size. Her tongue is colored an artificial blue color, while is visible as she speaks.
RAZZLES MARS: It's not going to be easy... nothing worth having ever is. But to be a meaningful leader, this is what I need to do. I have people who care about me, who have traveled to be in attendance tonight. I cannot let them down. I will not let them down. So while Mr. Nightingale may frighten me to my wit's end and I may be able to relate to Miss Sinclair, at the end of the day? I cannot let myself be anything short of excellent. While I have a world of respect for you lot, and that won't change after our match at Clash? I can only hope that you'll find defeat very... very sweet.
Her free hand rises to her full, pouty pink lips and presses to them, blowing a kiss to the camera. The scene fades on the bubbly, sweet visage of Razzles Mars in the recording room and we draw to a close.
RECORD: Wins: 00 Losses: 00 Draws: 00
ACCOLADES: Signed AW Contract
DEFEATED: None Applicable