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Post by Eden on Feb 11, 2021 22:33:41 GMT -5
LOCATION &a ARENASYRENE, CALIFORNIAELYSIUM ARENAROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, February 19th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, February 20th, 2021 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, February 20th, 2021 at 4 PM (AUS)
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SEGMENTS Reward: 1 bonus point added to your total rp score. Must be RSVPed by the RP deadline and submitted by Sunday Midnight CT (US), either in standard results code or plain script style. Open to Anyone! Match Six: Jacob Striker vs. Hanari CarnesStriker and Minami have been running their collective glory holes about being over looked and wanting chances outside the tag division. Well (cross arms and nods head) wish granted, but facing someone like Carnes might be more than he bargained for. Maybe you should be careful what you wish for....
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Post by goldenstormriders on Feb 26, 2021 22:47:10 GMT -5
{The screen fades in and we see the familiar figure of Jacob Striker himself, sitting on a bench somewhere in a natural park in his street gear...apparently just taking in the sights}
Jacob: You know something, I like to fucking pride myself on being a professional but when people start giving me shit about speaking out about how I really feel about something...well, it tends to make me more than just a little bit fucking crazy. You see, when I joined World Wrestling Headquarters a couple of years ago, I did so under the assumption that this would be a killer company to work for because of all of the caliber of talent here and plus, I would get to hang out with two of my favorite people in Serenity and Jocelyn.
Now despite busting my ass non-stop without hesitation and taking some time away from here to deal with a concussion, I'm told that I've been "flapping my glory hole about being overlooked" and shit like that.
{Jake makes "tch" sound while his head jerks a little bit to the right, almost like he's fighting something}
Jacob: But you see, here's the problem that you lot don't seem to understand and that is I'm a very busy person. I have places to go, people's heads to cave in! But instead, I'm here and being insulted by some fucking little GOB who thinks it's funny to insult a man who has officially ended not ONE but TWO people's careers in the last couple of months!!
{At this point, he shoots up to his feet so quickly that the camera almost staggers going backwards just as quickly}
Jacob: Maybe you lot should be more concerned about fucking CARNES than worrying if I've bitten off more than I can chew because saying that kind of shit only makes me want to do even more harm to him inside of that ring and truth be fucking told, the way that swarmy little fuck looks already then me fucking his face up might just be a wee bit of an improvement if yuir asking me!
Now since all of the pleasantries are out of the fucking way, lets get down to the brass tacks. I'm not here in the World Wrestling Headquarters to win any kind of popularity awards and I'm certainly not here to constantly be thrown into one tag team fucking match after another.
I'm here to fucking fight.
You see, I'm an addict. I'm addicted to this, to being in that ring and being this close to the flame, knowing full well that one wrong step and I could be burned alive! I throw myself headlong into each and every single match that I'm in because I'm not afraid of putting in the work and possibly getting my ass handed to me, unlike some mother fuckers that I could name on this company's roster.
You knock me the fuck down, I get the fuck back up.
But can my opponent honestly say the same thing?
Can ye, Carnes?
Can anybody truly say that here in this company with a straight face and not be full of shiate?
{Jake suddenly stops and catches himself, standing still for a few seconds before turning back to look at the camera, that manic fire still alight in his eyes}
Jacob: You see, that is what separates me from Mister Carnes. Sheer determination, while he is more than happy to just sit back on his ass and watch his non-existentent royalties roll in like some kind of perverted bed bug, I’m out here in the world busting my ass in two, three different promotions. Travelling all over the world to make myself into a better wrestler.
Why, because that’s the kind of wrestler that I am.
I believed in World Wrestling Headquarters because one of my mentors in Stephanie Matsuda believed in this place.
I believe in the pure physical challenges because this is where my girlfriend and oft times heated rival Serenity Scorpio told me that I could find some that would test me to no end.
But instead, I’m tossed scraps like I’m a dog begging at a butcher shop’s door, given just enough to keep me quiet so that the so-called “real people” can eat and shop in peace.
{A dark smile slowly crosses Jake’s face, a truly nasty one at that}
Jacob: Well what do you do when that “hungry dog” finally gets hungry enough that he starts eating the very customers that stand between him and his food?
You suffer.
You see, General Manager Hanson didn’t put me in a match against Carnes because he wants that little snit to make me suffer or to keep me quiet...no, he wants Carnes to suffer and thus he’s put before me...the ravenous Jake Striker in hopes that this man’s neck will appease me.
No, it will simply tide me over for now because I don’t plan on staying quiet any longer because you have to wonder what will happen when my patience finally reaches that limit and I finally say fuck it, what will happen then?
Carnes, he finds out very soon...as for everyone else however…
{Jake reaches behind the bench where he was sitting at previously and slowly his signature bat, Katrina, comes into view which he then slowly brings it up so that its sharp edges rest against his forehead}
Jacob: Just one word…*run*.
{The screen then fades to black}
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