The Messiah of Profesional Wrestling
JIMMY † JACOBS
2/0/0
The excited crowd in Colorado hold their signs high into the air as the camera's pan around, catching the most creative and broadcasting them to the millions of fans sat at home. Both those at home and in the Pepsi Centre have reason to be excited because Aftermath is host to a variety of amazing things, including an Iron Man Main Event, a four way tag team TLC match that has the potential to top The Hardyz, Dudleyz and Edge and Christian's classic bouts, and, of course, The Rock! It's hard to define what the most exciting part about this card is, and the crowd cheer loudly as they await the latest superstar to either appear on the titantron or emerge from the curtain. Unfortunately for those in attendance it is the music of Jimmy Jacobs that fills the arena, and they show their disdain by booing over the music. A few moments pass, and then, in a leather jacket like the one in the above header and a pair of ripped jeans, Jacobs emerges from the curtain. The smug smirk that he has began to trademark over recent weeks is impossible to see though, for Jimmy is wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. He walks to the centre of the stage and extends his arms to his side, almost as if he is expecting cheers and hailing from the Colorado crowd, but instead their jeering only intensifies. Microphone in hand, Jimmy paces back and forth across the stage, eventually stopping on the right hand side.
Jimmy Jacobs: A lot of you are probably sat there in your seats, scratching your heads as to why I bear this mask tonight. Infact, I'm sure there are quite a few of you unsure what mask this even is. For those of you in Colorado too uneducated to understand, and I'm sure you're here in the plentiful, I shall explain.
That cheap dig by Jimmy earns him a little more booing, but he remains unphased as he heads to the left hand side of the stage.
Jimmy Jacobs: This mask is symbolic of Guy Fawkes. Guy Fawkes, back in 1605, tried to blow up the Parliment in England. Guy Fawkes is a figure celebrated by the British for his brave, valiant efforts in doing what he believed in. Guy Fawkes tried to kill The King because his people were treated unfairly. And that's why I wear this mask. I am treated unfairly. Guy Fawkes was a Catholic treated unfairly by the King. I am a talented superstar treated unfairly Wes Ikeda, my fellow superstars, and you people.
The crowd boo louder, clearly in disagreement with Jacobs and his comparison. This is the first time Jacobs has cut a promo in front of the EBWF Universe, but his reacton is masked by...well, his mask.
Jimmy Jacobs: Tonight I begin my plan to blow this company up. Tonight is the beginning of my Gunpowder plot. And the first victim, the first man I will go through, is James Storm.
Jimmy strolls to the middle of the stage at the mention of his opponent's name, and he drops into a seated position and crosses his legs. He uses his right hand to motion the camera man nearer, and he stares directly into the lense.
Jimmy Jacobs: This is the part, James, where I tell you it's nothing personal. And, to a degree, it isn't. I realise that you're just a boring, uncharismatic superstar who is but a mere pawn in the grand scheme of EBWF. But I hate you for it. I hate that you have accepted that. You have embraced your status on this roster. You haven't put on any A grade matches, you haven't cut any promos leaving anyone impressed...you're happy to sit in an okay seat on the flights to every city. To open the show, if you're lucky enough to even get on to it. Well, see, that's the difference. I don't accept it. I refuse to accept it. Infact I refuse to accept someone like AJ Styles as my World Champion, or Ted DiBiase as my Path To Glory champion, but that's a different story for a different day.
Jimmy now pulls the mask off, the crowd's booing more intense than ever. Shaking his long hair out of his face, Jimmy then tucks the last reamining whisp of his dark locks behind his ear. He stare directly into the lense now, this a clear message from Jimmy Jacobs to James Storm.
Jimmy Jacobs: Your attitude disgusts me, James. I won't even make it quick and easy. I'm done with these boring personas, I'm done with these lazy in ring performers, and for that I'm going to make you suffer. You don't even have a gimmick. Maybe tonight I'll go as far as to end your career, because that'll save Pro Wrestling from your monotony. Pro Wrestling needs saving.
Jimmy hops back to his feet, looking all around the crowd and inhaling their hatred of him. He places the Guy Fawkes back on his face.
Jimmy Jacobs: This is a resurrection of professional wrestling, and I am YOUR MESSIAH!
Jimmy throws his arms out by his side what his becoming a trademark mimmicking of Jesus Christ, and looks to the sky, as the crowd boo even more. Thankfully for them, this promo is coming to an end, as the cameras cut to a commerical and someone else is bound to take center stage sooner or later...