ISAIAH KESSAN MOHEED

[(ISIAH.kessan.MOHEED)]

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[/color]Isaiah Kessan Moheed ![/i][/color][/font]

I solemnly swear my duties to VELOCITY, the next big thing.[/center]

Ring Name: Isaiah Kessan Moheed (pronounced: Ke-ssan Mo-heed)

Face Claim:Jinder Mahal

Theme Song:"Do you Call my Name" by RA

Nicknames:Soldier of RA

Gender: Male

Card Position:Mid-Upper

Billed Height:6'2

Billed Weight:235

Billed Age:23

Billed Hometown:Giza , Egypt

Character Alignment: Heel

Gimmick: Cocky, young, determination, brutal, unforgiving. These are all attributes that could be given to the man known as, Isaiah Kessan Moheed. Self-proclaimed Solider of RA, he is determined to be the first Middle-eastern wrestler to make it on a global level. He does not care who gets in his way, or what he has to do to make it to the top. All that he needs is his heritage and his fire.

Fighting Style: A Mix of a stiff Brawler, and Precise Technician. splashed with a little bit of athleticism.

Three words describing his wrestler's personality
1.Determined
2.Twisted
3.Honor

Do what I say "Better watch what I do"
Better heed the warning I'm here to give you

Character Attire Description: Black Tights, with a dark orangeish stitching. RA is written on the back in big blocky orange letters.


List ten moves your wrestler would usually be seen performing;
--Over the shoulder single leg Boston crab with neckscissors
--Pop-up European uppercut
--Lifting wrist-lock
--Backbreaker rack flipped into a cutter
--Vertical suplex twisted and dropped into a facebreaker knee smash
--Elevated cradle neckbreaker
--Folding powerbomb
--Pop-up lifting kick to the opponent's midsection
--Ankle lock
--Fireman's carry gutbuster

Signature Maneuvers:
1. Egyptian Rain ;; Burning Hammer
2. Blood-Nile Driver ;; Fisherman Brainbuster
3. Serpent Splash ;; Shooting star press
4. Pharaoh-plex ;; Spinning Oklahoma slam

Finishing Maneuvers:
1. Curse of Ra ;; flipping pedigree (sometimes from the second rope)
2.The Rapture ;; Dragon Sleeper Camel Clutch

If you ever doubted me, you don't have a clue
I'm here to show the world

The Gear Is Off, Who Are You?

Wrestler's Real Name:Isiah Kessan Moheed

Hometown: N/a

Real Age:23

Real Height & Weight:N/A

Words to describe his personality outside the ring;
1. arrogant
2. Smooth
3. street

Things are exactly what they seem
I will define the things you dream

OOC

Your Name/Alias: Dakota

Location: IL

Age: 17

Years Rping: 7

Excellent! Just one last thing, please post a sample RP in another post after this one. If you're planning on being a lower carder and working your way up, it's not quite as important.

[(ISIAH.kessan.MOHEED)]

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The Scene opens up to a sign that reads “Reddick High School”, as the camera backed away you could see the school in the background. In front of the school, walking up its steps, was a man dressed in a pitch black suit. The school looked as if it had been closed for a long-long time. Yet the man continued his way up the stairs. The camera seems to follow him from the back as he reaches the top and opens the double doors of the building. He steps into what looks like a holding area, you needed to be buzzed in. The only problem is that there was no one else on the other side. The man who you can now see as DS Dreadful sees the problem in front of him. Which is followed by him kicking in the doors, a loud bang and crash echos through the old school. Wiping a little bit of dust and dirt that had fallen from the ceiling off his shoulder, Dread walks in. Looking around you can see that he knows where he is. You see a sense of Familiarity. Dread takes a deep breath looking into the camera for the first time as he starts to speak.

DS DREADFUL[/color] ;; THE CHICAGO DEVIL[/color]
School’s In session, Time to get FUCKING EDUCATED! The school we just so happen to be at tonight is the one from my home town... Full of Peppy jock fucks! Is it no wonder I turned into the man you see today? With such great teachers, having sex with students, heroin addicts...Kind of like Jeff Hardy, The loser! Not only did he lose the match last week, he also lost his father. Awe, poor Jeffy-Poo lost his daddy? Cry me a river Jeff, and stick a needle in your arm to numb the pain and forget about the fact that you father died... KNOWING YOU WERE A FAILURE! How did you do in school Jeff? I bet you were a cool kid... Always partying and getting chicks... Or maybe you were like me...You liked to get high in the bathrooms then get picked on by the girls and then snap off on the boys...All because they don’t like the way you look... Well I’m sorry Jeff! I’m sorry I am not like you... Not a junkie with out a dad! I’m just a pot head without a father.. But the diffrence is... My father did a lot of things... But the one thing he never did, is he never looked down on me. Like I know your father looked down on you. You fucking Sad excuse for a human being... Again Jeff, Go die...We don’t want you here anymore. [/color]

A little chuckle and a smirk across his face as he reaches into his coat pocket grabbing a smoke and a lighter. He looks around at the lockers that are too the left and right of him. Before staring straight down the hall in front of him. Dread lights his smoke and begins to journy down hall. His footsteps echoing through the halls with ever step. You hear what sounds to be womens laughter.. Dread hears it to but he makes no sign of it. Not sure whether or not it is real or just his madness taking over him. Taking a long deep drag of his marlboro Smooth he lets the the smoke fill his lungs. A slight itching burning sensation that he had become ever so addicted too. It was jsut something that helped take the edge off. It was not like Marijuana, because it was needed instead of wanted. But oh god did Dread want it. He liked being addicted, he liked knowing that there was something motivating him to do something. He let the smoke escape his lips as he began to talk once more.

DS DREADFUL[/color] ;; THE CHICAGO DEVIL[/color]
There is something about a school empty...That really creeps me out? Makes me feel uncomfortable, Makes me feel like acting out in a violent rage. But then again, what doesnt make me feel like that? I’ll tell you what! Tag-team matches... I can’t count on myself to win them...Not when I am stacked with a half-pint partner! Teddy Hart... The lost Hart? Why in the fuck do you look Mexican? That Hart’s arnt Mexican! What are you stupid or something? It Doesn’t matter Teddy! Because this week when we go out there, and we are a “Team” you just need to sit in the corner and watch the serial killer handle his victim! Or well, so to speak I mean. I don’t really like you Teddy... I don’t really dislike you either... I feel nothing to you Teddy...Just how I feel nothing toards anyone or anything really... I mean I have my opinions, but they don’t mean much. Actually Teddy, there is one thing I care about. Would you like to know what that is? It’s the money in the bank! From what I hear you are also in this “Money in the bank” So that makes you a target Teddy... Come Monday, if you give me a fucking opportunity to take you out! I will Teddy... I promise on everything I don’t stand for! I will make you a fucking cripple if you leave yourself open. I guess what I am trying to say Teddy, is watch your back out there... this is a dangerous world, and I am it’s king... King of Fuck, Teddy...You? Queen of lust! Lusting after things you will never have... Like the money in the bank. You do have a nice piece of ass though, Teddy my boy. I’ll give you that. [/color]

Walking down the hall a bit more, Dread stops as he reaches the trophy cabinet. Long lost trophies sat there. A few for wrestling and a few for other various sports. One of them popped out from all the rest it was a wrestling trophy for someone named “Dakota Smith” Dread stared at it for a long moment a tear almost coming down his face before he shakes it off. His smoke now down to a butt he flicked it off to the left of him. There is an arching doorway right next to the case. Dread walks over to it and opens it up. It would seem to be where a receptionist would be. With another door with the words “PRINCIPLE DECKER” on it. When Dread sees this a cocky sinister smirk grows upon his lips. He licks his lips before whipping off the spit off. Dread runs his hands through his hair letting out a growl of repressed anger. All of a sudden spinning his fist backwards making a pretty deep hole in the wall. A vicious cycle of laughter escapes his lips as he rubs his hand.

DS DREADFUL[/color] ;; THE CHICAGO DEVIL[/color]
I always Really hated that fuck, A real hard-ass. Telling me how to live my life. Saying I’m such a smart child I just don’t exert myself...Honestly, it’s true, I find it unnecessary to give out my full strength in anything ! Why try if I don’t have too, yah know? If I don’t need to go 180% then why should I? To prove a point that I superior to others? I don’t need to go all out to do that.. I just simply need to put my minimal effort, and the match is mine ! Daniel Bryan and Randy Orton, talk about the complete opposites. Randy Orton the high-school jock with a mean-streak. The type of fuck who would kick and stomp on small animals, like dogs, for fun. Then Daniel Bryan... The nerd who is out for revenge, I can respect that Daniel Bryan... To be so motivated by something... Something that drives you ! No! No! No! I will be sorry for the punishment you will receive at my hands Daniel Bryan, just know that. But Randy Orton? I will love every fucking second I am in the ring hurting you! You snake, your not a viper though...More of a garden snake, when you first see them you get startled. But then you see that it is as harmless as the rabbits in the garden. Unless of course you are the rabbit. Randy, Daniel, this Monday will not be a funday for you! But will be an even more stressful night for you two... Money in The Bank. The night DS Dreadful, wins it big ! WINS IT ALL! I fucking promise you boys... Teddy, Randy, Daniel... I will be money in the bank, then I will be the WORLD CHAMPION! It is my destiny because I SAY IT IS! I will slit your fucking throats if you try to take this from me... I swear it! I AM DS DREADFUL! THE CHICAGO FUCKING DEVIL! THE KING OF MADNESS! Gold...Will by my new Crimson...Kill people, smoke dope, and HAIL TO THE FUCKING KING BABY! [/color]

Dread screams out this last part you can see what is left of the emotions spill out all over his face. He hears a soft whisper “Follow me”. He spins himself around and he can see a pale skinned women in a school girl uniform running away. He immediately takes chase after her, twisting and turning down the halls. Her red hair flowing showing him the only direction of where she was. She run forward and disappears into a locker. DS runs up to the locker taking a moment to catching his breath. He looks up at the locker number and sees “420“ Dread goes quit as he looks like he has just seen a ghost. A look of fear on his face as he says “Liz Vance, Locker 420...My dead wife”. With that the scene slowly starts to fade to black as Dread still just stands there, now speechless.[/align][/size][/color]

[align=center]FACT ;; RED HEADED WOMENS LOOKS[/align]

[Kurt Angle]

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