Post by iscariot on Aug 1, 2006 17:19:44 GMT -5
PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Your Name: Bob
Age: 23
Past E-fedding Experience: 3 years
Sample Roleplay: at the bottom of the post
E-mail Address: everyother_hater@hotmail.com
*AIM Screenname: MSN – everyother_hater@hotmail.com
WRESTLER INFORMATION-
Name: Iscariot
Age: 30
Height: 6’4
Weight: 264lbs
Hometown: Tel Aviv, Israel
Race/Ethnicity: Russian/Arab
Alignment: Heel
Wrestling Style: Technical/Hardcore
Entrance Music: Israel’s Son - Silverchair
Detailed Entrance: The light cut out and the arena goes black. The crowd erupts into cheers as the first few cords of Israel’s Son begin to play. A dim red light pulsates along the aisle illuminating the smoke raising seemingly out of the ground. The heavy riff of the song kicks in as the red light grows, filling the arena. Iscariot emerges from the smoke filled entrance way. Iscariot runs to the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. He gets up and jumps up on the second rope and holds both arms above his head his head.
Appearance: The Prince, from The Prince of Persia Games. An extreme Sadomasochistic psychopath. He has razor wire wrapped tightly around his right arm. The razors dig into his skin so they won’t cut the other wrestler.
Finisher 1: The Purifier (Piledriver off the top rope)
Trademark 1: The Fireball (Iscariot lights a piece of flash paper on fire and throws it in his opponents face)
Trademark 2: Triple Jump Huracanrana (Jump onto a chair, onto the top rope, onto his opponent into a huracanrana)
Move List: German Suplex, Belly to Belly Suplex, DDT, Huracanrana, Figure Four Leg Lock, Russian Leg Sweep, Moonsault, Shooting Star Press, Tiger Bomb, Death Valley Driver
Biography:
-Born to a Russian KBG Agent and a Palestinian woman.
-His mother died during birth.
-Raised in Germany by his father until his suicide
-At 18, he went to Amsterdam, had the Razor Wire welded to his arm.
-He started wrestling in underground death matches before going to Japan and turning Pro.
Sample Roleplay: (This is the last RP I did for another fed before it closed. This was right after a PPV where Iscariot won a Death Match)
The Twilight between the Flesh and the Soul
The following takes place several days after Meltdown
There is a dark empty highway somewhere deep in the south western United States. A lone car speeds recklessly down the desolate roads of the Mojave Desert. It skids off the pavement and spins out harmlessly in the sandy banks surrounding the road. The driver side door swings open, a black leather boot comes down onto the sand, followed by another. An arm wrapped in razor wire, charred black and covered in blisters reaches up and grabs hold of the top of the door. Iscariot pulls his scarred up body from the car. The blood of the thousands of wounds he suffered at Meltdown has harden and turned black. In his one good arm he carries his newly won OWA Xtreme belt.
He walks from the car towards a road sign, a yellow diamond with a black curving arrow warning on divers of the up coming turn. Leaning against the pole, the camera comes around on his face. His hair hangs halfway down his face hiding his eyes from view.
Iscariot: On Sunday I stared death in the eyes and death flinched. I sacrificed everything I had in that Death Match. I lit my own flesh a flame for the right to carry this belt. I tore another man’s skin apart, bathed in his blood for the right to carry this belt.
Iscariot flips his hair back, unveiling his face to the camera. His forehead is a maze of cuts and scrapes, both of his eyes blackened.
Iscariot: Meltdown was the night that everyone took notice. I am beyond anything that has ever stepped in a wrestling ring before me. And with out a doubt, there will be nothing that comes even close to me when I am gone.
He grabs the pull by his hand and pushes forward. Slowly the pole starts to bend
Iscariot: Meltdown also marks a pivotal stage in my evolution. Gone are many of the weaknesses and flaws that plague me as the Hydra. I have changed. I am the worm at the center of the earth, the deceiver of mankind. I am why serial killers kill. I am why rapist rape. I am sin, the desires of the human soul. I am the essence of man and the strength of humanity. All who witness me shall follow in wonder. Who can compare to such a sight? From the depths of the bottomless pit, I crawled my way here and now I have arrived.
He grabs the Xtreme title with his burnt hand. With his good hand, he reaches around his back to his shoulder blade. Grabbing hold of the lump that is the end of the razor wire welded to his bones, he pulls the wire free of his skin. He unwraps his upper arm and breaks off the welds on his elbow. He unwraps his forearm and breaks off the last weld at the base of his wrist, throwing the wire to the ground.
Iscariot: No more leases. All who come before me shall feel my full wrath.
With his freed arm, Iscariot grabs the bent pole and pulls it completely out of the ground and throw it across the road.
Iscariot: I hear the first to step up to me is the magician, Mystikal. Your carnival and parlor ticks are out of there league against me. Believe me when I say my heart and soul are blacker then any magic you had ever seen. I will beat you down and crush your body. I will scar your flesh as well as you soul. At Xtreme, Mystikal, you to will under go an evolution of your own. Once the match is over and I have victimized you unlike you have ever been victimized before, no one that you knew will ever recognize you again. And I’m not talking about you appearance. I am talking about what people see when they look you in the eyes, because they most surely won’t be looking at you anymore. Beware magic man; you should know better then anyone that the hand is faster then the eye. Beware the fireball or you will be burned.
Iscariot summons a fireball in his hand and throws it at the camera. The plasma of the flame rolled across the lens and dissipates.
Iscariot: Remember, not all is as it seems. Reality is perception and perception can be influenced.
The wind picks up and starts whipping sand around. The camera tries to stay focused on Iscariot but sand completely hides him from view
Iscariot: Be on your guard Magic Man, Israel’s true son is taking you to the Ninth Circle of Hell.
The wind settles and the blinding sand disappears. Iscariot is gone but interestingly, the road sign is back in place and no longer bent. The camera pans down the road. The car is also gone. The sound of metal scraping against the ground starts as the wind gust a few last times. The camera pans down to show the twisted remains of the razor wire that was wrapped around Iscariot’s arm sliding across the road.
Your Name: Bob
Age: 23
Past E-fedding Experience: 3 years
Sample Roleplay: at the bottom of the post
E-mail Address: everyother_hater@hotmail.com
*AIM Screenname: MSN – everyother_hater@hotmail.com
WRESTLER INFORMATION-
Name: Iscariot
Age: 30
Height: 6’4
Weight: 264lbs
Hometown: Tel Aviv, Israel
Race/Ethnicity: Russian/Arab
Alignment: Heel
Wrestling Style: Technical/Hardcore
Entrance Music: Israel’s Son - Silverchair
Detailed Entrance: The light cut out and the arena goes black. The crowd erupts into cheers as the first few cords of Israel’s Son begin to play. A dim red light pulsates along the aisle illuminating the smoke raising seemingly out of the ground. The heavy riff of the song kicks in as the red light grows, filling the arena. Iscariot emerges from the smoke filled entrance way. Iscariot runs to the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. He gets up and jumps up on the second rope and holds both arms above his head his head.
Appearance: The Prince, from The Prince of Persia Games. An extreme Sadomasochistic psychopath. He has razor wire wrapped tightly around his right arm. The razors dig into his skin so they won’t cut the other wrestler.
Finisher 1: The Purifier (Piledriver off the top rope)
Trademark 1: The Fireball (Iscariot lights a piece of flash paper on fire and throws it in his opponents face)
Trademark 2: Triple Jump Huracanrana (Jump onto a chair, onto the top rope, onto his opponent into a huracanrana)
Move List: German Suplex, Belly to Belly Suplex, DDT, Huracanrana, Figure Four Leg Lock, Russian Leg Sweep, Moonsault, Shooting Star Press, Tiger Bomb, Death Valley Driver
Biography:
-Born to a Russian KBG Agent and a Palestinian woman.
-His mother died during birth.
-Raised in Germany by his father until his suicide
-At 18, he went to Amsterdam, had the Razor Wire welded to his arm.
-He started wrestling in underground death matches before going to Japan and turning Pro.
Sample Roleplay: (This is the last RP I did for another fed before it closed. This was right after a PPV where Iscariot won a Death Match)
The Twilight between the Flesh and the Soul
The following takes place several days after Meltdown
There is a dark empty highway somewhere deep in the south western United States. A lone car speeds recklessly down the desolate roads of the Mojave Desert. It skids off the pavement and spins out harmlessly in the sandy banks surrounding the road. The driver side door swings open, a black leather boot comes down onto the sand, followed by another. An arm wrapped in razor wire, charred black and covered in blisters reaches up and grabs hold of the top of the door. Iscariot pulls his scarred up body from the car. The blood of the thousands of wounds he suffered at Meltdown has harden and turned black. In his one good arm he carries his newly won OWA Xtreme belt.
He walks from the car towards a road sign, a yellow diamond with a black curving arrow warning on divers of the up coming turn. Leaning against the pole, the camera comes around on his face. His hair hangs halfway down his face hiding his eyes from view.
Iscariot: On Sunday I stared death in the eyes and death flinched. I sacrificed everything I had in that Death Match. I lit my own flesh a flame for the right to carry this belt. I tore another man’s skin apart, bathed in his blood for the right to carry this belt.
Iscariot flips his hair back, unveiling his face to the camera. His forehead is a maze of cuts and scrapes, both of his eyes blackened.
Iscariot: Meltdown was the night that everyone took notice. I am beyond anything that has ever stepped in a wrestling ring before me. And with out a doubt, there will be nothing that comes even close to me when I am gone.
He grabs the pull by his hand and pushes forward. Slowly the pole starts to bend
Iscariot: Meltdown also marks a pivotal stage in my evolution. Gone are many of the weaknesses and flaws that plague me as the Hydra. I have changed. I am the worm at the center of the earth, the deceiver of mankind. I am why serial killers kill. I am why rapist rape. I am sin, the desires of the human soul. I am the essence of man and the strength of humanity. All who witness me shall follow in wonder. Who can compare to such a sight? From the depths of the bottomless pit, I crawled my way here and now I have arrived.
He grabs the Xtreme title with his burnt hand. With his good hand, he reaches around his back to his shoulder blade. Grabbing hold of the lump that is the end of the razor wire welded to his bones, he pulls the wire free of his skin. He unwraps his upper arm and breaks off the welds on his elbow. He unwraps his forearm and breaks off the last weld at the base of his wrist, throwing the wire to the ground.
Iscariot: No more leases. All who come before me shall feel my full wrath.
With his freed arm, Iscariot grabs the bent pole and pulls it completely out of the ground and throw it across the road.
Iscariot: I hear the first to step up to me is the magician, Mystikal. Your carnival and parlor ticks are out of there league against me. Believe me when I say my heart and soul are blacker then any magic you had ever seen. I will beat you down and crush your body. I will scar your flesh as well as you soul. At Xtreme, Mystikal, you to will under go an evolution of your own. Once the match is over and I have victimized you unlike you have ever been victimized before, no one that you knew will ever recognize you again. And I’m not talking about you appearance. I am talking about what people see when they look you in the eyes, because they most surely won’t be looking at you anymore. Beware magic man; you should know better then anyone that the hand is faster then the eye. Beware the fireball or you will be burned.
Iscariot summons a fireball in his hand and throws it at the camera. The plasma of the flame rolled across the lens and dissipates.
Iscariot: Remember, not all is as it seems. Reality is perception and perception can be influenced.
The wind picks up and starts whipping sand around. The camera tries to stay focused on Iscariot but sand completely hides him from view
Iscariot: Be on your guard Magic Man, Israel’s true son is taking you to the Ninth Circle of Hell.
The wind settles and the blinding sand disappears. Iscariot is gone but interestingly, the road sign is back in place and no longer bent. The camera pans down the road. The car is also gone. The sound of metal scraping against the ground starts as the wind gust a few last times. The camera pans down to show the twisted remains of the razor wire that was wrapped around Iscariot’s arm sliding across the road.
