Desmond Lord

General Character Information:
Name: Desmond Lord
Nickname: "The Storm Maker"
Age: 26 – October 28th, 1988.
Height: 6' feet 2" inches
Weight: 262 lbs
Hometown: Lafayette, California
Billed From: Contra Costa, California
Gimmick: Ruthless, coldly calculated, brass-balled and all-around explosive; Desmond Lord is as gritty as it gets. A steely-eyed lone wolf of clad-black style, that in his own words, "lives by the feud." It's deeply-rooted in his chaotic nature to crave a 'good fight' that can push his mettle to the next level of resilience. Beneath the competitive mechanics, however, a self-defined sense of justice and moral ambiguity. There is no line that this raven-haired son of a bitch wouldn't cross or any extremity that his tactical mind wouldn't conjure up if it provides means to a decisive solution for settling a problem. His modus operandi is a simplistic and indiscriminate execution: giving people what they deserve. Whatever he does, as grotesque and repulsing as it may be – he damned sure could live with it like an unselective storm of its casualties.

Detailed Character Information:
Poser: Roman Reigns
Manager (if any): None
Crowd Status(Face or Heel): Face
Favorite Match Type: Tables and Anywhere falls
Least Favorite Match Type: None
Wrestling Style: Technical Powerhouse with Speed/Cruiserweight tendencies

Entrance Information:
Entrance Theme: "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Sabaton
Detailed Entrance: A pause of anticipation sees the fluorescent lights in the arena start to die out slowly and unexpectedly. One after another, a series of searing flashes burned out to an echoing 'stage-shotgun' sound, leaving a growing cape of shade to pursue the entire room. An uproar then resounds. The collective excitement of fans hidden within the dark space lifted by the seconds as the eerie bells of "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Sabaton steadily beat its way towards a crescendo. And the heavy dynamic of guitars and drums, a powerful dose of audible adrenaline worked in rhythm that combined with strobes of blue lighting that float around the arena, signals only the beginning of what and who they expect.

"Making his way to the ring. . ." An ellipsis and more power fills the voice, "From Contra Costa, California!"

With many fanatics suddenly coming to their feet under glaring hues, the camera looks upon a rift found within the base level of the arena that commands their attention. Confined inside this limited space is a chaos and beneath it a trail of worship initially marked by squealed fangirl noises, where reams of hands reach out audaciously, pattering and groping a recognizable figure en route for the ring. To the RWD, it is the raven-haired Desmond Lord, surly and determined. Having decked out his neoprene tactical gear and half-face fleece mask, he soldiers through the anonymous with a stoic look strained in his gray-blue eyes. It's a purposeful stare that fixates on the ring shimmering beneath a spotlight of its own ahead of him.

". . . weighing at two-hundred and sixty-two pounds!"

Each step measures up to a slow saunter of confidence, arguably a painstaking effort to boost his swagger in walking off the beaten path that is the traditional ramp, as the curved leather barricade comes into unhindered sight. Upon contacting it, his taped right hand presses onto its flat top for support, stretching his hulking left leg over to the other side and just before touching the hardened mat, throwing its right companion to thump in both feet with power. He continues by tromping up two steps of the steel staircase steadily to his music – until he suddenly decides to stop. An undoubted tailwind of cheers follow suit, clearly piqued with his delivered array of intensity but ignorant to his motives.

"DEEEEEEEEESMOND LOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD!!!"

The camera zoomed in, a violent tilt of his head back with his long hair lashed behind his neck, and his mildly bronze face becomes a matter of notice no screen in the arena denies. Both the black beads resting in his shriveled eyes sharply rove over the ocean of fanatics that fill the capacity, acknowledging all that there is tonight in silence. The serenity employed in this moment eventually gives way to focus for being here tonight. It reflects through an extreme shift of mood that compels his nostrils to flap aggressively beneath the compression of his mask, and "The Storm Maker" already diverting from the allure of being lauded, turns his gaze blindly back up to the turnbuckle post.

He plods up along the edge of the apron, and the turnbuckle and its crowd-reacting rituals of triumphant poses remains ignored. It permits Lord to an effortless logroll beneath the top rope to which he lands seated over the splashed white mat. Only with fleeting pushes of both hands, he scoots himself back to rest broodingly against the corner. As a lingering shade of Jake Roberts, slumped posture fixed with eyes peering over his opposite side of the ring, he waits as the song wanes out in a lost tremor of sound.   


Moveset Information:

List 10 Generic Moves -
1.) STO Backbreaker
2.) T-Bone Suplex
3.) Double Handcuff Neckbreaker
4.) Sunset Flip
5.) Flying Forearm Smash
6.) Floatover Stunt Rider Stretch
7.) Crucifix Headscissors
8.) Somersault Plancha
9.) Standing Shooting Star Press
10.) Butterfly Kick
11.) A rush of methodically-placed fists to the face

 
List 5 Signature Moves -
- Figure Four Leg Lock Clutch
- Apron Brainbuster
- Cutunder Neckbreaker
- Springboard Superman Punch
- Swinging La Reienera Backbreaker

List 2 Finishing Moves -
- "Clockwork Black" - Towerhacker Bomb
- "Incursion" - Striking Spear/Rhyno's 'Gore'

Other Information:
Character Backstory: Born a dizygotic twin to an affluent household, the boy that would eventually become "Desmond Lord" inherited a greater fortune than one would normally expect – his independence. He was exiled to military school at an early age, growing up far away from home to prepare him to fight for his future. Today, he exercises the mantra of the Air Force, 'excellence in all we do' by devoting himself to perfect his craft. After a long (and successful) tenure in other promotions, this fawn toned renegade finally makes his way to the RWD to aggregate more to his growing legacy. 

Current Accolades: None
Previous Accolades:

GWC:
     • Global Heavyweight Champion (2 times) 
     • Match of the Year: Lucky Seven Gauntlet 
FWAR:
     • Unified Heavyweight Champion (1 time)
     • Hardcore Champion (2 times)
     • United States Champion (1 time)
     • First Superstar to Cash in Title-For-Title (United States Vs. Unified) and Win.
SCC (Wrestling):
     • Hall of Fame (2014)
     • SCC Heavyweight Champion (1 time) 
     *last.
     • Internet Champion (1 time) 
     • SCC Alumni