The Messiah of Profesional Wrestling
JIMMY † JACOBS
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The camera opens on Josh Matthews walking so briskly through the arena that he's almost running, desperate to find a superstar to interview before it's too late. He turns to his camera man with a worried look on his face as they continue their hunt, but it seems everyone is locked up, desperate to avoid any sort of interview with him - and who can blame them? Always someone to talk and voice his opinion, however, is Jimmy Jacobs, and it is The Messiah that Matthews comes across as he enters a room which is pitch black with the exception of a candle burning right beside the face of Jacobs, illuminating the face of the Path To Glory number one contender. Jacobs is wearing the same leather jacket as last week, but the Guy Fawkes mask is absent. Josh shrugs his shoulders, knowing Jacobs isn't the most friendly guy in the roster, but he'll definitely share his opinion and, at this stage, an interview is an interview. Josh edges ever closer, and finally breaks the tense silence.
Josh Matthews: Jimmy, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you preparing for your tiltle match tonight? Why are you sat in this dark room?
Jimmy has an emotionless, glazed look in his eye as his line of vision does not detract from straight ahead of himself, neither upon Josh's entrance or his question. Still staring blankly, Jimmy sighs, and he answers, without showing any prior signs of even knowing Josh was there.
Jimmy Jacobs: Can you blame me for sitting in such a room? This room is black. It is dark. It makes me think I am anywhere in the world. It seperates me from Las Vegas. Las Vegas is a disgusting city, full of sin and despicable humans. is a town of despicable humans, coming in to exhibit their greed on a grand scale. This is a showcase of sin. We are in a wasteland, a place where filth and scum is not only accepted, but thrives. The faults of men are emblazoned on neon signs, herding millions more to the same location. It shows what kind of sheep the general population are. People are lining up to blindly feed their money back into the cogs of the machine, and leave with nothing but regret.
Josh looks at the camera man once again, rolling his eyes, clearly not too fond of the preachings of the self proclaimed Messiah. Josh draws breath, but before he can muster a reply or a new question, Jimmy is ranting once more.
Jimmy Jacobs: You know, Josh, my problem with Las Vegas is that everyone thinks they're going to become a winner. They think that they all walk out with a million dollars. Well, they can't. The system doesn't let them, but, alas, that is the naiviety of people. Another naive man is Ted DiBiase Jr. Ted DiBiase's father was and still is to this day, a cash machine. A real life Tony Stark. My problem, however, therein lies that so is the junior. Ted DiBiase, have you worked a day in your life? The second you chose to become a profesional wrestler, it happened. All it took was a grin and your father made damn sure well you got given a chance. That doesn't happen for the rest of us, Ted. And we are sick of it.
With a clear look of confusion on his face, Josh's mind continues to boggle at the use of 'we'. He glances at his camera man for some clarification, but upon seeing the reaction, Jimmy merely chuckles to himself, and continues.
Jimmy Jacobs: Tonight you'll step in to the ring with me. But no referee will be paid off. We won't allow it. I won't roll over if you pay me before it. We won't allow it. You're gonna step into that ring tonight and have to beat me one on one. How stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this. Don't even pursue it. I spent hours working on this, I took the chance, I nearly married this business. Do you think I just got lucky or some shit, Ted? Do you think I got here on merit and I'm now some ranting maniac? This is my destiny to cure the world from you and your copied gimmick. You took what your father created and watered it down. Recycled and rehashed. What I am, is no gimmick, Teddy. You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit? Bitch, I've been working at this ever since I was a kid, and I fought in a million empty shows to only family and friends.
The smile grows on Jimmy's face, his teeth bearing as he cannot contain his emotion and happiness.
Jimmy Jacobs: Tonight is the night. The night things begin. We have all worked so hard for this, and tonight I shall continue to make this ressurection a reality. I spent years on the road, putting my body on the line, so that we could achieve this. Hell, if you're tuning in, Lacey, I hope you're proud - because this is years worth of work, happening right now. I depended on you for years, but you just didn't give a shit, did you? You never believed in this bigger picture. We did. You let us down! But it's all irrelevent, for I am now saving things. I'm doing it. And I don't need you or you filthy sex, because tonight I will be crowned the Path To Glory champion after just a month here. Ted DiBiase will become extinct. We will take over.
Jimmy is clearly getting carried away the more he talks to himself, which is exactly what ie he doing for he has ignored Josh the entire time, instead looking down the lens and almost frothing at the mouth with excited. Before he leaves, though, Josh peeps up with another question.
Josh Matthews: Now, Jimmy, you keep talking in the plural form, referencing 'us' and 'we'. Who exactly ae you referring? You and your old flame, Lacey?
Jimmy nods towards the door of the room, and obliging per his request, the camera man turns the lightswitch. The room suddenly becomes lit up, and it becomes revealed that sat behind Jimmy Jacobs is a dozen or so individuals, all wearing Guy Fawkes mask!
Josh Matthews: What in the...who are...
Josh cannot get his sentence out for sheer shock that so many men sit with him, Guy Fakwes masks on, and he may even feel a little nervous after knowing they've been there throughout this entire 'meeting'. Fortunately, Jacobs obliges.
Jimmy Jacobs: Lacey is but a mere accessory to any sort of revoloution. WE are Legion. We are coming. Expect Us.
Matthews begins to slowly slither out the door as the room truly begins to potray Jacobs as the Messiah he has billed himself to be, as all twelve masked men stare at their leader in the middle.
Jimmy Jacobs: Now, you know what to do...
A smirk begins to formulate on the face of Jacobs as the camera fades to black and off to a commerical break.
I stood infront of the black curtain knowing that the next time I would walk through them I'd Path To Glory champion. I trudged up the steps and stared a hole in the curtain, waiting for Hollywood Undead to hit. DiBiase will bring a war and I know that, but I was going to put my mark on this company whether it killed me to do so. Before my music played, I heard someone calling from my right.
"Jimmy Jacobs?"
I turned on my heels to see one of the most prettiest girls I had ever layed my eyes on. Her jet black hair gently swayed across her face and her eyelids batted like a girl out of the movies in a romantic scene. Suddenly, I came back to earth with a hard bump as reality kicked in and she approached me. With one bat of her eyelids, the innocent beauty I saw before me turned into a message from my past love and slapped the taste out of my mouth with a bitch slap I never thought I'd feel.
"That's from Lacey, you gutless bastard."
Giving me no more than a look of pity and disgust, she turned away and off she went having done justice for her friend. I simply stood there holding my right cheek still wallowing in surprise and strangely enough, a little pain. The woman I had spent years crying over had sent her friend to slap the taste from my mouth. But then I began to smirk, muttering words under my breath as Hollywood Undead rang out and I stepped through the curtain...