Post by goldenstormriders on Jul 16, 2023 20:39:36 GMT -5
{The screen fades in and we found ourselves inside of the Hunter’s Mark gym in Brooklyn New York, the camera showing us around the school once known as the “War Room Dojo” under Stephanie Matsuda has trained a number of wrestlers over the years as the camera pans throughout the building until finally it comes to the practice ring where we find none other than the “Devil’s Favorite Dirty” himself, Jacob Striker, is currently locked up with a large, burly figure in a pair of black workout shorts and his long dark blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail as the camera pans to the right to show us Uiriamu Minami & Kain Reyes at ringside, trying to hype up their long time best friend}
Uri: Come on Jake!! He’s a freaking bum!
Kain: Sabin might be a lot of things, but he ain’t no bum!!
{The two men in the ring exchange holds for the next couple of minutes before Sabin tries to Jake down with a move, but Jake instead quickly grabs onto Sabin’s neck with his left arm while quickly slamming the mat with his right hand, bringing his left leg in between Sabin’s legs before pushing off with his right hand, kind of “jumping” that takes the two men to the mat quickly and Jake then quickly grabs Sabin’s far leg and pulls in close enough for Jake to grapevine his legs around both of Sabin’s before crossing his arms over his chest and Sabin’s legs before wrenching backwards and torquing the hell out of the bigger man’s legs as Sabin quickly taps}
Kain: What the hell was that?!
Uri: Looks like some kind of Judo move?
{Jake breaks the hold and then he and Sabin quickly slid to the outside of the ring and grab the water bottles that were waiting there on the bench next to the ring}
Sabin: Good job with that last hold, Jake. I think that you’re more than ready for your match in against Zoltan and Austin this weekend, man.
Jacob: Thanks.
Uri: I’ll second that emotion, but what was that last hold that you used there, Jake?
Jacob: It’s a Kani Basami scissor hold, it’s something that I picked up from Serenity during one of her classes and I’ve been trying to figure out a way to use it in my matches.
Sabin: Well if you use it or not this weekend, you’re going to be killer in your title match. Man, I’m going to go and hit the showers.
{Sabin and Jake fist bump before the taller man leaves the scene, leaving the Sleepy Hollow natives}
Uri: By the way, while you were busting your ass prepping for your match against him, Zoltan cut a wacky promo on you and Jamie that you might want to check out.
{Jake pauses in mid-drink and raises an eyebrow at Uri}
Uri: Well…more wacky than anything I’ve cut in the past promo wise, brother.
Jacob: Alright, let’s go and take a look at it then.
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{The scene then shifts to Jake sitting on a steel chair in front of the practice ring, slowly shaking his head as he regards the camera}
Jacob: Not going to lie but before I saw your promo, Zoltan, I had such high incredible hopes that you would be taking our match at the pay per view with a certain degree of seriousness, right? Like you would for any other world heavyweight championship match…I mean I fully expected something epic and thought provoking, something that could shake me to my very foundations and cause me to second guess myself going into this match with you and Jamie.
Instead it just reaffirmed the fact that I’m going to become the next World Wrestling Headquarters world’s heavyweight champion because you’re too busy trying to come off like you were Tywin Lannister from Game of Thrones or Mads Mikkelsen's version of Hannibal Lecter in an attempt to make yourself appear to be to be something massive and fearsome but all you did was make yourself appear to be small and comical like Raul Julia's M Bison from Street Fighter, Koga Shuko from Double Dragon movie, or even Dennis Hopper as King Bowser from the old Super Mario Brothers Movie...you aimed for epic badass and instead pulled off lame.fucking.duck.
You stood there in front of your little camera, right, and claimed that when the previous World Wrestling Headquarters shut down, I ran off to some mansion and played with my toys or some shit as such. When in actuality I own a house right up the road in my hometown of Sleepy Hollow because unlike greedy little shits like you who’s only in this sport for the money, I’m in this sport for the sport! And when the previous version of the promotion shut down, I simply went out into the world and busted my ass to establish myself as one of the premier professional wrestlers out there on the indy scene today while you, Mister Just Zoltan...you just sat back in your comfy chair, drinking your green apple martini’s, and did nothing at all to further yourself.
{Jake stops and runs a hand through his shoulder length hair, his dark eyes glittering slightly with sheer malice that is reflected in the camera}
Jacob: Now unlike you, I’m not discounting our other opponent in Jamie Austin. I get that she’s a scrappy little fighter and I’m very much looking forward to seeing what she brings to our match, but I only see the self proclaimed Fashionable Snake lasting only a fraction of what you and I can in this match, Zoltan, and then again, she might surprise the both of us and become the next heavyweight champion for this company and that’s because while I honestly don’t think highly of her chances, I’m not instantly dismissing her as a viable threat which is what you are doing without a second thought to me or to her.
But needless to say that one way or another, Zoltan, you are not walking out of that arena with the world title in your possession…and the same goes for you, Jamie.
Because while I am not instantly counting you out of this fight, Little Miss Austin, I’ve also been watching you and I’ve noticed a certain lack of hunger from you. A lack of a true desire to take the world title and use it to improve this company like I have every intention of doing because unlike the two of you, I actually BELIEVE in this company and I’m willing to put the biggest freaking target on my back in order to help this company grow!!
But while you've been insanely quiet Jamie, our mutual opponent has been rather loud and creative, believing himself akin to some kind of ancient pagan god born straight from the mind of George R.R. Martin or something like that, showing the world just how much of a right nutter he truly is.
{Jake slowly lowers his head and shakes it for a couple of seconds, the sweat flying off slightly from his hair as he shakes it to and fro before raising his gaze up to the camera once more}
Jacob: I mean seriously Zoltan, do you know what happened to the last man that I encountered who was a champion and thought that he was the king of all surveyed?
His name is Graham Baker, and I cracked his fucking skull before I took his crown for my *own*.
And at Mankind Divided, that's *exactly* what I'm going to do to *you* because while you might not be impressed, you need to be really fucking troubled because I am a natural at what I do for a living and in case you haven't been paying attention to my career as of late, what I do for a living is hurt people and collect championships...and business is very, VERY good.
You are not some legendary monster or any of that bullshit, Zoltan, because you are nothing more than just a man like everyone else that I've faced over these past five years and one after another, they have all assumed that they were the better wrestler than me...up until the moment that bell fucking rings at which point each and everyone of them has had to scramble to out wrestle me because when that bell rings, I work fucking MAGIC in that ring because I don't come here to play games...no sir, I come here to fucking *WRESTLE* and that is something that I have no equal in where our match at the pay per view is concerned.
So if you come down to that ring, licking your chops, and under this disdainful disbelief that I'm not any kind of threat to you continuing to be the world champion here then might I suggest that in what little time you have fucking left as the champion around here that you go and seek out a bloody shrink because this weekend, I'm going to give you the most brutal fucking wake up call that you've ever had!!
{In a sudden burst of movement, Jacob surges to his feet as the chair goes flying off into the background behind him as he walks right up to the camera, his eyes-twin cold pits of malice and rage with an intense focus blazing through like a roaring bonfire}
Jacob: Because every step that I've taken since World Wrestling Headquarters has returned, every single step...every single victory that I have EARNED has brought me to this moment and you think that I'm going to falter in my desires just because you've seen other champions come and go?
At Mankind Divided, the only one that's going to be collapsing is you...all the way back down your little fucking mountain as you watch your entire non-existent reign of chaos BS that you kept sprouting fall right into the toilet with the rest of the crap that kept pouring out of your mouth like so much bile from the morning after a college football game...and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop it from happening either.
And you know that, don’t you?
You know that because that’s the entire reason why you put on that bullshit bit of performance art that makes Tommy Wiseau weep with bitter tears of grief because of how hard that promo sucked, and furthermore all that your promo truly did to me was reveal just how badly you are afraid of stepping into the ring with me and Jamie because you know, my old bastard, that you are not walking out of the pay per view as champion and it’s making you sick.
Allow me to interject some helpful reality as I'm taking your head off with a lariat, Zoltan.
You believe that you’re some kind of great Legend, just because you were the champion when this promotion had to close its doors for a short period of time and that gives you the right to act like Amber fucking Heard with your self superiority complex?
No, you’re not a Legend in the slightest…but I will tell you what I am, Zoltan.
{Jake slowly smiles a rather unpleasant smile, the kind of smile that the Joker would give}
I am the *INEVITABLE*.
I am the man who is going to walk down to that ring and leave as the next World Wrestling Headquarters World’s Heavyweight Champion…I am the man who will carry this company forward on his back until someone finally pries the championship from my cold, nerveless fingers.
{Jake winks before he walks away as the screen fades to black}
Uri: Come on Jake!! He’s a freaking bum!
Kain: Sabin might be a lot of things, but he ain’t no bum!!
{The two men in the ring exchange holds for the next couple of minutes before Sabin tries to Jake down with a move, but Jake instead quickly grabs onto Sabin’s neck with his left arm while quickly slamming the mat with his right hand, bringing his left leg in between Sabin’s legs before pushing off with his right hand, kind of “jumping” that takes the two men to the mat quickly and Jake then quickly grabs Sabin’s far leg and pulls in close enough for Jake to grapevine his legs around both of Sabin’s before crossing his arms over his chest and Sabin’s legs before wrenching backwards and torquing the hell out of the bigger man’s legs as Sabin quickly taps}
Kain: What the hell was that?!
Uri: Looks like some kind of Judo move?
{Jake breaks the hold and then he and Sabin quickly slid to the outside of the ring and grab the water bottles that were waiting there on the bench next to the ring}
Sabin: Good job with that last hold, Jake. I think that you’re more than ready for your match in against Zoltan and Austin this weekend, man.
Jacob: Thanks.
Uri: I’ll second that emotion, but what was that last hold that you used there, Jake?
Jacob: It’s a Kani Basami scissor hold, it’s something that I picked up from Serenity during one of her classes and I’ve been trying to figure out a way to use it in my matches.
Sabin: Well if you use it or not this weekend, you’re going to be killer in your title match. Man, I’m going to go and hit the showers.
{Sabin and Jake fist bump before the taller man leaves the scene, leaving the Sleepy Hollow natives}
Uri: By the way, while you were busting your ass prepping for your match against him, Zoltan cut a wacky promo on you and Jamie that you might want to check out.
{Jake pauses in mid-drink and raises an eyebrow at Uri}
Uri: Well…more wacky than anything I’ve cut in the past promo wise, brother.
Jacob: Alright, let’s go and take a look at it then.
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{The scene then shifts to Jake sitting on a steel chair in front of the practice ring, slowly shaking his head as he regards the camera}
Jacob: Not going to lie but before I saw your promo, Zoltan, I had such high incredible hopes that you would be taking our match at the pay per view with a certain degree of seriousness, right? Like you would for any other world heavyweight championship match…I mean I fully expected something epic and thought provoking, something that could shake me to my very foundations and cause me to second guess myself going into this match with you and Jamie.
Instead it just reaffirmed the fact that I’m going to become the next World Wrestling Headquarters world’s heavyweight champion because you’re too busy trying to come off like you were Tywin Lannister from Game of Thrones or Mads Mikkelsen's version of Hannibal Lecter in an attempt to make yourself appear to be to be something massive and fearsome but all you did was make yourself appear to be small and comical like Raul Julia's M Bison from Street Fighter, Koga Shuko from Double Dragon movie, or even Dennis Hopper as King Bowser from the old Super Mario Brothers Movie...you aimed for epic badass and instead pulled off lame.fucking.duck.
You stood there in front of your little camera, right, and claimed that when the previous World Wrestling Headquarters shut down, I ran off to some mansion and played with my toys or some shit as such. When in actuality I own a house right up the road in my hometown of Sleepy Hollow because unlike greedy little shits like you who’s only in this sport for the money, I’m in this sport for the sport! And when the previous version of the promotion shut down, I simply went out into the world and busted my ass to establish myself as one of the premier professional wrestlers out there on the indy scene today while you, Mister Just Zoltan...you just sat back in your comfy chair, drinking your green apple martini’s, and did nothing at all to further yourself.
{Jake stops and runs a hand through his shoulder length hair, his dark eyes glittering slightly with sheer malice that is reflected in the camera}
Jacob: Now unlike you, I’m not discounting our other opponent in Jamie Austin. I get that she’s a scrappy little fighter and I’m very much looking forward to seeing what she brings to our match, but I only see the self proclaimed Fashionable Snake lasting only a fraction of what you and I can in this match, Zoltan, and then again, she might surprise the both of us and become the next heavyweight champion for this company and that’s because while I honestly don’t think highly of her chances, I’m not instantly dismissing her as a viable threat which is what you are doing without a second thought to me or to her.
But needless to say that one way or another, Zoltan, you are not walking out of that arena with the world title in your possession…and the same goes for you, Jamie.
Because while I am not instantly counting you out of this fight, Little Miss Austin, I’ve also been watching you and I’ve noticed a certain lack of hunger from you. A lack of a true desire to take the world title and use it to improve this company like I have every intention of doing because unlike the two of you, I actually BELIEVE in this company and I’m willing to put the biggest freaking target on my back in order to help this company grow!!
But while you've been insanely quiet Jamie, our mutual opponent has been rather loud and creative, believing himself akin to some kind of ancient pagan god born straight from the mind of George R.R. Martin or something like that, showing the world just how much of a right nutter he truly is.
{Jake slowly lowers his head and shakes it for a couple of seconds, the sweat flying off slightly from his hair as he shakes it to and fro before raising his gaze up to the camera once more}
Jacob: I mean seriously Zoltan, do you know what happened to the last man that I encountered who was a champion and thought that he was the king of all surveyed?
His name is Graham Baker, and I cracked his fucking skull before I took his crown for my *own*.
And at Mankind Divided, that's *exactly* what I'm going to do to *you* because while you might not be impressed, you need to be really fucking troubled because I am a natural at what I do for a living and in case you haven't been paying attention to my career as of late, what I do for a living is hurt people and collect championships...and business is very, VERY good.
You are not some legendary monster or any of that bullshit, Zoltan, because you are nothing more than just a man like everyone else that I've faced over these past five years and one after another, they have all assumed that they were the better wrestler than me...up until the moment that bell fucking rings at which point each and everyone of them has had to scramble to out wrestle me because when that bell rings, I work fucking MAGIC in that ring because I don't come here to play games...no sir, I come here to fucking *WRESTLE* and that is something that I have no equal in where our match at the pay per view is concerned.
So if you come down to that ring, licking your chops, and under this disdainful disbelief that I'm not any kind of threat to you continuing to be the world champion here then might I suggest that in what little time you have fucking left as the champion around here that you go and seek out a bloody shrink because this weekend, I'm going to give you the most brutal fucking wake up call that you've ever had!!
{In a sudden burst of movement, Jacob surges to his feet as the chair goes flying off into the background behind him as he walks right up to the camera, his eyes-twin cold pits of malice and rage with an intense focus blazing through like a roaring bonfire}
Jacob: Because every step that I've taken since World Wrestling Headquarters has returned, every single step...every single victory that I have EARNED has brought me to this moment and you think that I'm going to falter in my desires just because you've seen other champions come and go?
At Mankind Divided, the only one that's going to be collapsing is you...all the way back down your little fucking mountain as you watch your entire non-existent reign of chaos BS that you kept sprouting fall right into the toilet with the rest of the crap that kept pouring out of your mouth like so much bile from the morning after a college football game...and there is not a damned thing that you can do to stop it from happening either.
And you know that, don’t you?
You know that because that’s the entire reason why you put on that bullshit bit of performance art that makes Tommy Wiseau weep with bitter tears of grief because of how hard that promo sucked, and furthermore all that your promo truly did to me was reveal just how badly you are afraid of stepping into the ring with me and Jamie because you know, my old bastard, that you are not walking out of the pay per view as champion and it’s making you sick.
Allow me to interject some helpful reality as I'm taking your head off with a lariat, Zoltan.
You believe that you’re some kind of great Legend, just because you were the champion when this promotion had to close its doors for a short period of time and that gives you the right to act like Amber fucking Heard with your self superiority complex?
No, you’re not a Legend in the slightest…but I will tell you what I am, Zoltan.
{Jake slowly smiles a rather unpleasant smile, the kind of smile that the Joker would give}
I am the *INEVITABLE*.
I am the man who is going to walk down to that ring and leave as the next World Wrestling Headquarters World’s Heavyweight Champion…I am the man who will carry this company forward on his back until someone finally pries the championship from my cold, nerveless fingers.
{Jake winks before he walks away as the screen fades to black}