JIMMY JACOBS
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The sold out crowd in Joe Louis Arena jerk their signs as high into the air as they physically can in an attempt to be caught by the cameras, which pan around as another edition of Warfare begins. After a few moments of pandemonium, the famously loud Detriot crowd begin to simmer down, awaiting the arrival of the first superstar from behind the curtain. Instead, however, the Titantron flickers to life, showing a dark room, ominously lit with candles. There is also a throne in the middle of the room in which a slumped figure sits, with a hood up obscuring their face. The crowd begin to speculate what this is all about and who the figure is: World Champion AJ Styles? The short tempered Chris Jericho? Or maybe even EBWF owner, Wes Ikeda? The fans have no more time to speculate because the eerie silence is broken by the unfamiliar voice of this enigmatic figure.
?: Look at the world around you. Look at the people to the left of you, and the right of you. Look at the clothes you wear. Is that what you aspired to become? When you were a child, did you dream of doing what you do every day now? I bet you did not. I am positive that you didn’t, and still don’t, want to be fat like you are now. But you have accepted it. You have accepted a life of a mediocre job, spent buying junk food to stuff down your throat while you pay to come watch these shows. You spend the money you earn working in that office that you hate to come here, and watch what I would describe, quite frankly, as mediocrity.
The crowd are far from impressed by the words of this man and begin to show it with loud boos. Any excitement they had for this enigmatic promo has been lost as they get lectured by this hooded figure. The figure, who’s mouth is just visible through the darkened room, hood and long hair, lets out a small chuckle to himself.
?: Jeers already? Ha. I can hardly say I’m surprised. My name is Jimmy Jacobs, and I am here to change things. Just like most of you, I am not doing what I dreamed of. I dreamed of being a wrestler, of touring the country, working with legendary figures and interesting, diverse superstars. I dreamed of being in Pipers Pit, of bringing The Streak to an end infront of thousands of fans at WrestleMania, of standing toe to toe with Sargeant Slaughter and barking right back at him. But instead, what do I get? I get people like CM Punk, who shamelessly claims to be the anti-hero, the guy who is gonna ‘stick it to the man’, the ‘Voice of the Voiceless’, yet come WrestleMania he gets as excited as everybody else, signs autograph after autograph and spends hours of day smiling for photos with the same fans he claimed to hate. I get people like Carlito, who has much charisma as the apple’s he polishes. I have Zack Ryder who sits with a bucketful of popcorn when episodes of Jersey Shore ends, for those idiots are his equivalent of Superman, as he gels his hair, lays on that sunbed and does everything within his power to get a cameo on the latest season of the show.
Jimmy is quickly becoming an unpopular character among the Detroit crowd, and probably those at home too, as he lays into crowd favourites like Zack and Punk. Nevertheless, he is unfazed by the negativity and continues on his tirade.
Jimmy Jacobs: You treat me like Judas, when really I am your Messiah. I am not the superstar pumped up on steroids, killing my family, screwing over young talent for one last ego boost, killing this industry. Infact it is quite the opposite. I am the breath of fresh air that everything needs. I am the anomaly of professional wrestling. I’ll start with Christian and Ken Shamrock. I’ll start with a guy who used to put his body on the line with Edge, but while one became a legend, while one went on to new heights and became interesting and Rated R, he slipped into the monotomy. He slipped in the realms of unoriginality in pro wrestling, and Ken Shamrock is an old man who is sucking the life and entertainment out of wrestling because he wants a final pay day. I’ll put that to an end. I won’t allow that to happen. I won’t allow me, you or professional wrestling to suffer from that. This may sound like a scathing, vicious assault, or sour grapes, but it isn't, it's just what has to be done.
Jacobs stands from his throne, pulling his hood down to allow the fans to take in the face of their new villain. Jacobs flicks his head to the side, sending his long black hair and blonde highlight to the side, out of his face. He stares directly into the lense, uttering a few final words.
Jimmy Jacobs: I am Jimmy Jacobs. I am not the bad guy. I am Jimmy Jacobs. I am your hero.
The crowd erupt into boos as Jacobs speaks those final words, looking to the sky and outstretching his arms to mimic Jesus Christ on the cross. After a few seconds of the eerie sight, the cameras fade to black bringing this unusual and unwelcomed debut to an end.
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OOC: First roleplay in EBWF, I'd really appreciate some feedback and criticisms because I don't know how you guys RP or the style you like so if this is entirely unimpressive feel free to let me know, plus I haven't done this in forever so there's bound to be some rust! Thanks. Ryder, Punk and Carlito were just three names I picked skimming over the roster, no offence to the people who use them intended.
