Real Name: Jeremy Stevenson
Date of Birth: April 22, 1978
Hometown: Huntington Beach, Ca.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 248 lbs.
Alignment: Face
Theme Music: "Last Resort" by Papa Roach into 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana
Wrestling Style: Kami-Kaze/Luchadore
Trademark: Deep Sleep
A quick 360 Spinning Neckbreaker
Finisher: The Sacrifice
A top rope Corkscrew Moonsault
Favorite Moves: Standing Splash, Falling DDT, Short-Arm Clothesline, Jumping Arm Breaker, Belly-To-Belly Suplex, Suicide Dive, Diving Shoulder, Shoulder Tackle, Mexican Surfboard, Springboard Moonsault
Biography:
Jeremy Stevenson a.k.a. Shodan, was the son of two loving parents. His father was a construction worker, and his mother was a waitress. He stayed in school, and kept his grades on a B+ GPA. On the weekends, he hung out with his friends at the beach. heavy into surfing, and the current rock and grunge styles, they were your typical teens. None of them were rich, they made money by working jobs at local fast-food places. Despite being surfers, they were almost always clean. A few of them smoked the occasional cigarette, but were mostly good teens.

Then, when Jeremy was 17, he turned on the t.v. in his living room. This was a rare occasion, considering how he never watched t.v., because he was always doing something. He didn't even have a 13" in his room. He was flipping through the channels, because a competition was going on somewhere in Morocco Beach. He wanted to see some of the action, but in his desperate channel search, he came across an indy fed show. It was some kind of no disqualification match, and the moves that the two wrestlers were performing just seemed amazing. Their grace and coordination astounded him. He had never really heard of wrestling like this, not paying attention to television, instead just taking in nature's offerings.

Well, soon after, he became an "junkie" to wrestling. He never spent tons of money, so he had the cash to throw away thirty dollars a month on WWF pay-per-views. Well, this became his new life-style. When it wasn't suitable weather or conditions to surf, he was working out. He was already a pretty built person, but he knew he would have to be very well fit to be in any type of wrestling organization though, so he made sure he worked out to his limit, sometimes exceeding it. He still kept in contact with his friends, and maintained a life on the nearest breaks, but he also made sure he was keeping in shape. This, he knew, is where surfing would pay off. His agility, and balance would help him in the ring. His parents had no problem with it, and thought it was good he wanted to do something besides hang with his friends all the time.

Now, he was 18. By looking at him, you could tell he spent his time lifting weights. But, he wanted to begin his wrestling career while still in school, so when he left for some kind of wrestling school, he might have an idea of what he was doing. So, he joined a backyard wrestling fed a few towns over. He had a car now, used, and old, but he could drive on weekends so he could begin his wrestling career. His attire: old clothes from when he wiped out when he surfed that were no longer usable in public. His first match was against a seventeen year old, and he was pretty confident. He was a bigger build, and he was older.

He lost, in a time of no more than 39.6 seconds. He was blown away. He had no experience, and no idea what he was doing. He was imitating moves he saw on tv. The kid he fought, was a two year veteran.

After that, he knew he had to learn to actually wrestle. Over the next two years he spent all his free-time training with a wrestler he met at an indy show. Finally, he decided he was ready for the big time. He traveled across the country, wrestling on the indy circuit whenever there was a show in the town he was in. This was how he made his way, and wad determined to find a big name federation that would take him in.

Handler Info
Name:Dale Catello
AIM S/N: Sanity Depleted, TheSonOfBlade