Post by goldenstormriders on Jun 19, 2023 14:52:29 GMT -5
{The screen starts to flicker into static filled snow for a few seconds before it finally clears to show us the training room of the Hunter's Mark wrestling school, once known as the "War Room Dojo" while it was under the ownership of Stephanie Matsuda, we find sitting on a folding chair in front of the training ring is none other than the "Cronenberg of Clotheslines" himself, the "Devil's Favorite Dirty" in Jacob Striker as he appears to be resting following a rather intense workout session, smiling slightly when he notices the camera}
Jacob: When Serenity told me that I was scheduled to face off against Aaron Jones on this week's edition of Ascension, I cannot lie when I found myself kind of hesitant considering the guy's reputation within this promotion, mostly that he was a dyed in the wool brawler and thus I came back here, to where it all started, and started to get my ass ready for perhaps one of the most physically demanding matches of my career to date.
And while I spent this time preparing for an all out physical war against one of the so-called toughest holders of the late Asylum brand's Underground championships, do you know what I heard from him?
{The slight smile disappears from Jake's face}
Jacob: Utter silence.
No mad rantings about what he's going to do to my skull when everything is said and done.
No bold commentary about how I'm unprepared for what he can do in the ring, no matter how much I prepare for this match.
Not even a Jack Nicholson Joker inspired rant about how great he is with two rubber chickens and a pot of lukewarm McDonald's coffee.
Not a single damned thing.
Man Aaron, even the crickets that highlight the utterness of your silence are louder than you ever could…and in that, you disappoint me.
{Jake then starts to undo the athletic tape on his right hand, slowly one finger at a time as he looks back up at the camera with the disappointed look still on his ruggedly handsome face}
Jacob: Let me tell you something, Aaron. I'm going to tell you exactly how our match is going to go because you obviously have no idea nor do you even prescribe to the concept of what you're going to be stepping into at Ascension this week, do you?
What's going to happen is that you're going to come down to that ring, all full of piss and fury thinking that somehow you're going to crazy your way through this match like you've done all of your other matches only to find yourself not only outwrestled by a superior wrestler, but you're also going to find yourself outcrazied by someone who is leagues ahead of you in that department as well!!
Because you see, I will make good on everything that I say will happen in our match, Aaron, and I'm confident in this enough to make you the following promises;
{Jake then stops working on the tape on his fingers before leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees as he fixes the camera with an extremely serious look}
Jacob: I promise you that it will be short.
I promise you that it will be violent.
But I will not ever promise that you will come out of our match the same way that you went into it, Aaron, because I've been given a chance to be in a match and then fully just freaking cut loose in a way that I haven't been given before here in this company!
And in the end, there will be no doubt whatsoever, Aaron, that not only am I going to beat you into the bloody pulp...you'll finally be granted your wish and you'll be able to actually quit professional wrestling!!
{Jake then gives the camera a grim smile that has absolutely no real joy nor mirth behind it}
Jacob: Because that's just the kind of generous guy that I am.
{Jake then leans back in his chair and starts to undo the tape on his hands once again}
Jacob: You know with what I'm going to do to Aaron Jones at Ascension, I really hope that finally dispels any concept or notion here in the World Wrestling Headquarters that I'm here to try and be some kind of hero or anything like that, because like I've said before in a prior promo over two years ago against some jobber by the name of...Tommybaby or something stupid like that...that I was done trying to be the hero that you all needed and I just simply started being me.
And between that realization and today, that has brought me four world heavyweight titles.
It has catapulted me into higher levels of matches against an entire host of people who constantly believe that they are better than me that I get to smile that smug old smile when I stand over their beaten, battered, and broken bodies.
I'm still the same guy who came here to the World Wrestling Headquarters over three years ago to back up Serenity Scorpio when it seemed that some psychotic looney felt that he could use and abuse her like she was some kind of sock puppet for his amusement...
But now, now I'm one of the guys that this company is going to be built around...especially when I beat Jamie Austin for the World Wrestling Headquarters World's Heavyweight championship and I'll bring it home right here...
{Jake then motions to the very building that we are in presently}
Jacob: To the Hunter's Mark gym.
And there won't be a damned thing to stop that from happening, because while there are people here that want to be world champion, Aaron, simply because of the power and shit that it supposedly awards you, not a single one of them want to do anything to actually help improve this company….to make the World Wrestling Headquarters better than it already is.
That’s what I want to do for this place, Aaron. I want to make it better and more superior than it already is, to make it worthy of being a place where wrestlers can come and become truly Elite, as opposed to being dragged into that pus filled boil of a promotion up to the north known as Extremely Awful Wrestling which has stolen from this very company in the past, something that not only do they acknowledge doing…but they fucking brag about it because they don’t believe that they can be held accountable because none of them want to come out from behind their little protective wall of Ivory bloody soap!
{Jake stops talking and closes his eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths for a few seconds before he opens his eyes once again and looks hard at the camera}
Jacob: And there within lays the true reason why I’ve been tearing through everybody here as of late.
My Passion.
It has been something that’s burned within me ever since I first discovered professional wrestling as a young child growing up in Sleepy Hollow with my friends Uirimanu Minami, Ryo Sakazaki, Kain Reyes, and all of the rest. It has been my driving force each and every time that I go out to that very ring and win or lose, keep wrestling. To keep improving what I can do in that ring, to keep fighting…evolving.
That’s what you call a Fighter’s Passion. The very essence of Lucharesu, Aaron.
And that is why I’m not only going to outwrestle and outfight you, but I’m also going to out CRAZY you as well because that’s the kind of fire and fury that I’m bringing to the ring at Ascension, Aaron. That’s the level of pyromania that’s going to burn your unworthy ASS from the moment that bell rings till it rings AGAIN...and there will not be anything that you can do to stop that from happening except for you to beg for me to release you from one of over a dozen extremely painful submissions that I’m going to submit you to, submissions that will stretch your muscles so tightly against your skin and bones that you’ll be screaming in your submission as you feel the very fibers that compose your muscles slowly start to tear and unravel as I increase the torque of the submission ‘till finally you collapse.
{The smile on Jake’s face then disappears and it is replaced with the serious expression once more}
Jacob: And maybe…just maybe then the powers that be that run this company will come to fully understand that maybe I’m due some real opponents and not some ham and eggers that like you who are signed up for a match and then only show up for a cup of coffee.
So in the end, I do hope that your silence is because you’ve been spending all of this time actually preparing for our match, because if you haven’t been…then I’m really going to enjoy showing you the error of your ways…oh and Aaron?
{Jacob then leans forward once again, smiling a smug grin}
Jacob: Your torment will be my enjoyment in that case. Be seeing you soon, kid.
{Jacob tosses a sinister looking teasing wink at the camera and by that extension, his opponent, has he stands up from his chair and leaves the camera’s view, working on the tape of his right hand as the screen fades to black}
Jacob: When Serenity told me that I was scheduled to face off against Aaron Jones on this week's edition of Ascension, I cannot lie when I found myself kind of hesitant considering the guy's reputation within this promotion, mostly that he was a dyed in the wool brawler and thus I came back here, to where it all started, and started to get my ass ready for perhaps one of the most physically demanding matches of my career to date.
And while I spent this time preparing for an all out physical war against one of the so-called toughest holders of the late Asylum brand's Underground championships, do you know what I heard from him?
{The slight smile disappears from Jake's face}
Jacob: Utter silence.
No mad rantings about what he's going to do to my skull when everything is said and done.
No bold commentary about how I'm unprepared for what he can do in the ring, no matter how much I prepare for this match.
Not even a Jack Nicholson Joker inspired rant about how great he is with two rubber chickens and a pot of lukewarm McDonald's coffee.
Not a single damned thing.
Man Aaron, even the crickets that highlight the utterness of your silence are louder than you ever could…and in that, you disappoint me.
{Jake then starts to undo the athletic tape on his right hand, slowly one finger at a time as he looks back up at the camera with the disappointed look still on his ruggedly handsome face}
Jacob: Let me tell you something, Aaron. I'm going to tell you exactly how our match is going to go because you obviously have no idea nor do you even prescribe to the concept of what you're going to be stepping into at Ascension this week, do you?
What's going to happen is that you're going to come down to that ring, all full of piss and fury thinking that somehow you're going to crazy your way through this match like you've done all of your other matches only to find yourself not only outwrestled by a superior wrestler, but you're also going to find yourself outcrazied by someone who is leagues ahead of you in that department as well!!
Because you see, I will make good on everything that I say will happen in our match, Aaron, and I'm confident in this enough to make you the following promises;
{Jake then stops working on the tape on his fingers before leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees as he fixes the camera with an extremely serious look}
Jacob: I promise you that it will be short.
I promise you that it will be violent.
But I will not ever promise that you will come out of our match the same way that you went into it, Aaron, because I've been given a chance to be in a match and then fully just freaking cut loose in a way that I haven't been given before here in this company!
And in the end, there will be no doubt whatsoever, Aaron, that not only am I going to beat you into the bloody pulp...you'll finally be granted your wish and you'll be able to actually quit professional wrestling!!
{Jake then gives the camera a grim smile that has absolutely no real joy nor mirth behind it}
Jacob: Because that's just the kind of generous guy that I am.
{Jake then leans back in his chair and starts to undo the tape on his hands once again}
Jacob: You know with what I'm going to do to Aaron Jones at Ascension, I really hope that finally dispels any concept or notion here in the World Wrestling Headquarters that I'm here to try and be some kind of hero or anything like that, because like I've said before in a prior promo over two years ago against some jobber by the name of...Tommybaby or something stupid like that...that I was done trying to be the hero that you all needed and I just simply started being me.
And between that realization and today, that has brought me four world heavyweight titles.
It has catapulted me into higher levels of matches against an entire host of people who constantly believe that they are better than me that I get to smile that smug old smile when I stand over their beaten, battered, and broken bodies.
I'm still the same guy who came here to the World Wrestling Headquarters over three years ago to back up Serenity Scorpio when it seemed that some psychotic looney felt that he could use and abuse her like she was some kind of sock puppet for his amusement...
But now, now I'm one of the guys that this company is going to be built around...especially when I beat Jamie Austin for the World Wrestling Headquarters World's Heavyweight championship and I'll bring it home right here...
{Jake then motions to the very building that we are in presently}
Jacob: To the Hunter's Mark gym.
And there won't be a damned thing to stop that from happening, because while there are people here that want to be world champion, Aaron, simply because of the power and shit that it supposedly awards you, not a single one of them want to do anything to actually help improve this company….to make the World Wrestling Headquarters better than it already is.
That’s what I want to do for this place, Aaron. I want to make it better and more superior than it already is, to make it worthy of being a place where wrestlers can come and become truly Elite, as opposed to being dragged into that pus filled boil of a promotion up to the north known as Extremely Awful Wrestling which has stolen from this very company in the past, something that not only do they acknowledge doing…but they fucking brag about it because they don’t believe that they can be held accountable because none of them want to come out from behind their little protective wall of Ivory bloody soap!
{Jake stops talking and closes his eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths for a few seconds before he opens his eyes once again and looks hard at the camera}
Jacob: And there within lays the true reason why I’ve been tearing through everybody here as of late.
My Passion.
It has been something that’s burned within me ever since I first discovered professional wrestling as a young child growing up in Sleepy Hollow with my friends Uirimanu Minami, Ryo Sakazaki, Kain Reyes, and all of the rest. It has been my driving force each and every time that I go out to that very ring and win or lose, keep wrestling. To keep improving what I can do in that ring, to keep fighting…evolving.
That’s what you call a Fighter’s Passion. The very essence of Lucharesu, Aaron.
And that is why I’m not only going to outwrestle and outfight you, but I’m also going to out CRAZY you as well because that’s the kind of fire and fury that I’m bringing to the ring at Ascension, Aaron. That’s the level of pyromania that’s going to burn your unworthy ASS from the moment that bell rings till it rings AGAIN...and there will not be anything that you can do to stop that from happening except for you to beg for me to release you from one of over a dozen extremely painful submissions that I’m going to submit you to, submissions that will stretch your muscles so tightly against your skin and bones that you’ll be screaming in your submission as you feel the very fibers that compose your muscles slowly start to tear and unravel as I increase the torque of the submission ‘till finally you collapse.
{The smile on Jake’s face then disappears and it is replaced with the serious expression once more}
Jacob: And maybe…just maybe then the powers that be that run this company will come to fully understand that maybe I’m due some real opponents and not some ham and eggers that like you who are signed up for a match and then only show up for a cup of coffee.
So in the end, I do hope that your silence is because you’ve been spending all of this time actually preparing for our match, because if you haven’t been…then I’m really going to enjoy showing you the error of your ways…oh and Aaron?
{Jacob then leans forward once again, smiling a smug grin}
Jacob: Your torment will be my enjoyment in that case. Be seeing you soon, kid.
{Jacob tosses a sinister looking teasing wink at the camera and by that extension, his opponent, has he stands up from his chair and leaves the camera’s view, working on the tape of his right hand as the screen fades to black}