Post by leo on Jan 11, 2018 13:03:12 GMT -5
Handler Info
Anonymous
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name: Leo
Nicknames
Leo
Home Town
Egypt
Gender
(Male)
Age
25
Height
5 feet 8 inches
Weight
210lbs
Alignment
Baby Face
Pic Base (With picture)
Rey Mysterio
Gimmick
Believes the life spirit talks through him.
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
Anatu-Bleach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqdM24AJb3Q)
Entrance
Leo walks slowly down the ramp as in a trance and enters the ring waiting for his opponent.
Wrestling Style
(Choose two)
Submission Specialits
Luchador
General Moves
1) Dropkick
2) Enzugiri
3) Side-step kick
4) Hurricanrana
5) Jaw Breaker
6) DDT
7) Bulldog
8) Cross-body
9) Powerbomb
10) Spinebuster
11) Senton
12) Moonsault
Signature Moves
Code Breaker
Finishers
Leo-Splash (Frog splash)
Lion's Grip (Cross-face Submission)
Sample RP
*Footage rolls of Kashim sitting on a chair with a bored look on his face. He looks outside and watches his children meditate. He smiles. He then looks back at the camera.*
My name is Kashim aka Leo. Most of you took your time assuming what I am or what might be my personality. Some of you even made the assumption that I don't take this seriously... So let me tell you a story.
I was born into a family of nomads, and for those who don't understand what nomads mean *cough* Chaos *cough* it means travelers. In the desert my tribe roamed until finally it consumed every member in it besides me. I was the only one who made it and yet felt the weight of my dead comrades on my shoulders as I watched each and every one of them perish in front of me. And so my solitary journey for survival began. I fought and clawed my way against the sandstorms, against the harsh heat, against hunger and thirst and I too was on the verge of death.
And that's when I saw it. I saw a bright flashing light and when it dimmed I saw a lion walking towards me. A lion that was made of fire. Fire that didn't burn me. Fire that filled me with energy. The lion took a knee in front of me and whispered...
"Boy, stand up as I have chosen you."
I woke up the next day, lying on the desert sand looking at the sky.
"Was that a dream?" I thought.
Regardless of whether I was hallucinating I found myself in a sticky situation. Surrounded by strangers I found myself defenseless, weak and beaten by the desert harsh weather. A net thrown over me and in a few days I was caught, captured and sold off to slavery.
*Sighs*
Shackles on my hand and feet and yet all I could think about was the dream I had. A lion made of flames speaking to me. That couldn't have been true. I mean such a being couldn't have existed. Probably not the best of times to think of mythical creatures when I was being dragged into a pit.
20 men were thrown in and was told the rules of the game. Crowd gathered and cheered as the announcer screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Come one, come all. Today we will feast our eyes as these 20 lost soul will face one another in a battle royal to find who the victor is. The last man standing will walk away with glory and his freedom. Everyone make your bets against the painted color on their bodies."
I looked down on my chest and I was painted red. The bets were collected and the battle was on its way. Every single person fought one another, holding nothing back. Bodies fell left and right. The ground drenched in blood. In the end only one person stood tall.
It was me. I looked down at my hands and they were red. I couldn't tell if it was my blood or was it my victim's blood? Or was it the red paint on my body. I didn't know what was real. This was my reality. I was a monster. I was an animal fighting to survive. My claws red, my fangs shown, I was ready to bite down on anyone who stands in my way.
So when you say I am not serious, you are right. I am not serious about winning a lousy match when I have already killed to survive.
*Footage ends.*
Anonymous
Wrestler Info
Wrestlers Name: Leo
Nicknames
Leo
Home Town
Egypt
Gender
(Male)
Age
25
Height
5 feet 8 inches
Weight
210lbs
Alignment
Baby Face
Pic Base (With picture)
Rey Mysterio
Gimmick
Believes the life spirit talks through him.
In Ring Info
Entrance Music
Anatu-Bleach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqdM24AJb3Q)
Entrance
Leo walks slowly down the ramp as in a trance and enters the ring waiting for his opponent.
Wrestling Style
(Choose two)
Submission Specialits
Luchador
General Moves
1) Dropkick
2) Enzugiri
3) Side-step kick
4) Hurricanrana
5) Jaw Breaker
6) DDT
7) Bulldog
8) Cross-body
9) Powerbomb
10) Spinebuster
11) Senton
12) Moonsault
Signature Moves
Code Breaker
Finishers
Leo-Splash (Frog splash)
Lion's Grip (Cross-face Submission)
Sample RP
*Footage rolls of Kashim sitting on a chair with a bored look on his face. He looks outside and watches his children meditate. He smiles. He then looks back at the camera.*
My name is Kashim aka Leo. Most of you took your time assuming what I am or what might be my personality. Some of you even made the assumption that I don't take this seriously... So let me tell you a story.
I was born into a family of nomads, and for those who don't understand what nomads mean *cough* Chaos *cough* it means travelers. In the desert my tribe roamed until finally it consumed every member in it besides me. I was the only one who made it and yet felt the weight of my dead comrades on my shoulders as I watched each and every one of them perish in front of me. And so my solitary journey for survival began. I fought and clawed my way against the sandstorms, against the harsh heat, against hunger and thirst and I too was on the verge of death.
And that's when I saw it. I saw a bright flashing light and when it dimmed I saw a lion walking towards me. A lion that was made of fire. Fire that didn't burn me. Fire that filled me with energy. The lion took a knee in front of me and whispered...
"Boy, stand up as I have chosen you."
I woke up the next day, lying on the desert sand looking at the sky.
"Was that a dream?" I thought.
Regardless of whether I was hallucinating I found myself in a sticky situation. Surrounded by strangers I found myself defenseless, weak and beaten by the desert harsh weather. A net thrown over me and in a few days I was caught, captured and sold off to slavery.
*Sighs*
Shackles on my hand and feet and yet all I could think about was the dream I had. A lion made of flames speaking to me. That couldn't have been true. I mean such a being couldn't have existed. Probably not the best of times to think of mythical creatures when I was being dragged into a pit.
20 men were thrown in and was told the rules of the game. Crowd gathered and cheered as the announcer screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Come one, come all. Today we will feast our eyes as these 20 lost soul will face one another in a battle royal to find who the victor is. The last man standing will walk away with glory and his freedom. Everyone make your bets against the painted color on their bodies."
I looked down on my chest and I was painted red. The bets were collected and the battle was on its way. Every single person fought one another, holding nothing back. Bodies fell left and right. The ground drenched in blood. In the end only one person stood tall.
It was me. I looked down at my hands and they were red. I couldn't tell if it was my blood or was it my victim's blood? Or was it the red paint on my body. I didn't know what was real. This was my reality. I was a monster. I was an animal fighting to survive. My claws red, my fangs shown, I was ready to bite down on anyone who stands in my way.
So when you say I am not serious, you are right. I am not serious about winning a lousy match when I have already killed to survive.
*Footage ends.*
