Post by Jakob Alexander on Jul 13, 2012 2:00:32 GMT -5
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Experience: 4.5 years
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Jakob Alexander
Wrestler's Nickname: The Pitbull
Billed From:Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Manager/Valet: Ashley Owens
Age:27
Weight:205
Height:6'0
Heel/Face Status: Tweener
Theme Music: Blue Stahli- ULTRAnumb
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): A Very zen orientated individual. Likes to psyche himself up before matches and isn't very patient thanks to his short fuse. Has a background in many forms of the martial arts including Muay Thai, Jiu Jitsu, and Kung Fu.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name): Chris Leben
Physical Description: Standing at 6'0, He is quite muscular for his size. He uses that strength to his advantage. He has a shaved head and tattoos all over his torso.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Outside of the ring, He usually wears a variety of tee shirts, faded jeans, black tennis shoes and an Iron star hat.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): With black elbow pads, Jakob sports white and black ring shorts, fighting gloves and black ankle wraps. He sometimes comes out with a mouthpiece.
Personality: Very strong willed. Strives to succeed and hardly takes no for an answer. Very goal oriented, driven, and tenacious.
Brief Bio:Garnered an interest in combat sports at the age of 7 and when his father found out about it, he took him down to the local Karate dojo. Jakob trained there for about 2 and a half years before moving away to Dayton, Ohio. Seeing as there are hardly any gyms in Ohio, Jakob stopped training downright up until the age of 17 when he found TAMA Mixed Martial Arts up the road from his house and begin training Boxing and Muay Thai. Jakob is an accomplish striker with power in his arms and legs. At age 20, He moved to Rio De Janiero, Brazil and started training with the Black House team with Mauricio "Shogun" Rua, Wanderlei Silva, and all the rest of the fighters. While there, he developed a LOVE for submissions and had risen to the rank of brown belt in brazilian jiu jitsu under Rafael Cordiero before moving back to Edmonton. He searched around and found his old gym, which had burned down a fews years back. Since Jakob found no MMA gym, He begin training for Professional Wrestling and made his debut with the now defunct Fusion Championship Wrestling. That didn't go well and he took a two month hiatus before joining the now defunct Honor Championship Wrestling before the company folded due to ownership issues. Jakob made his THW debut shortly after and had a few stints with the company before leaving. He rejoined and is now looking to make another run. With THW forming an affiliation with PCW, Jakob, along with many other THW wrestlers, is taking a shot at the company.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):Brawler, Technical.
Entrance: Some swooshing noises come out of the speakers as the lights start to pulsate blue. A short guitar rift hits the speakers and goes away just like that. Another hits and the name "Jakob Alexander" appears on the titantron as clips of him finishing his opponents follow. The song picks up a bit more and the crowd starts to cheer. The word "Tonight" is heard as "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli plays. "YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW" is screamed out of the speaks as Jakob Alexander appears from behind the curtain, bobbing his head to the beat of the music. He takes the center stage and lowers his head. The song dies down a little and the words "Trained to Win" echoes throughout the arena and as the music picks up again, Jakob Alexander pounds his chest with his right hand before pointing out the crowd and smirking. He strafes down the ramp, hitting some hands on the way down. He takes a leap and slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He circles the ring, looking out at the crowd. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and mouths "YOU WANT TI ALL RIGHT NOW!" as He again, pounds his chest with a hand. He hops down and waits for his opponent.
Finishing Moves: AfterShock-
EndGame-
Signature Moves:
1. One Armed spinebuster
2. The Kure- Rock bottom followed by a Anaconda vice
3. Karma- Single Knee Codebreaker
4. The Finish- Striking combo resulting in a knockout (Used to finish a match)
Basic Moveset:
1. Snap Arm Drag.
2. Exploder Suplex.
3. Swinging Backbreaker.
4. Step up Enzugiri.
5. diving clothesline
6. German Suplex Pin.
7. Package DDT
8. Spinning Back Kick to body.
9. Crucifix Pin.
10. Standing Sleeper
Sample RP (Required): This is a ppv roleplay against our Lance Harris.
The scene opens up to show Jakob Alexander sitting on a chair on the balcony of his Boston home. It's early morning and He looks like He just got out of bed. He looks to be out of it and He only has a pair of shorts on. He buries his face in his hands before letting out a groan.
Jakob looks to the cloud covered sky and sighs.He stands up and walks inside his home, shutting the doors behind him. Disappearing into his room, He gathers some clothing and a towel before hopping in the shower. After a few minutes, He steps out and dresses himself. Searching around the bathroom, He couldn't seem to find his phone. Grunting in frustration, He opens the door and walks out to his living room to look. Having not glanced at the front door yet, He digs in his jacket pockets. Finding his phone, He turns around and suddenly stops. Standing in his doorway, was Jenna Cushing. The two stared at one another before Jenna took a step into his home.
Before she can get the rest of her sentence out, Jakob simply drops his phone on the floor and takes a few strides at Jenna before grabbing her and pulling her into a hug. Surprised, Jenna holds her hands out for a moment, not knowing what to do. Finally, She places her hands on his back and embraces him, pressing her face into his shoulder. Jakob releases her and puts his hands on the sides of her head.
Jenna nods before Jakob sits her down.
Jenna just sits there, silent. Jakob phones buzzes and checking the screen, He sees that it's his agent, Scott Wolfe. Reluctantly, He answers it. His agent speaks first.
As soon as Scott finishes his sentence, Jakob hangs up the phone. Clearly angry, Jakob sits in silence. Jenna puts her hand on his as He shifts his gaze to her.
Jakob closes his eyes, not wanting to leave Jenna. His puts his head down and grabbed her hand.
Jakob gets up and steps out onto his balcony once more. Setting the camera on the table, He sits down and takes in a breath of air before looking over at it.
The scene opens up to show Jakob Alexander sitting in a local coffee shop with his laptop sitting in front of him. It's early morning and a waitress sets his coffee down in from of him. Giving her a smile, Jakob thanks her as She walks off to continue her duties. He has THW.com pulled up and is about to listen to Lance Harris's promo He shot. Normally, He never wakes this early but drastic times call for drastic measures. Popping his headphones in his ears, He listens. It takes a good half hour or so with Jakob having to pause to think of about things. A few times, Jakob placed his head on his hand and shook his head. Taking a few drinks of his beverage during the time, Jakob is nearly finished with is task. He removes his headphones and rests his hand on his hands, in thought. On another tab, He has local Toronto artist, Persist, pulled up on youtube. Deciding to get a portion of his promo done while the video was fresh in his mind, Jakob sets up his camera and gets to work.
Jakob picks his laptop and camera up and walks out of the coffee shop. Setting his things down on top of his 2012 Dodge Charger, brand new might I add, His expression changes drastically.
END
Experience: 4.5 years
E-Mail Address: cpatton51@yahoo.com
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Yahoo Messenger:
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Where did you find us?:Affiliated with THW
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Jakob Alexander
Wrestler's Nickname: The Pitbull
Billed From:Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Manager/Valet: Ashley Owens
Age:27
Weight:205
Height:6'0
Heel/Face Status: Tweener
Theme Music: Blue Stahli- ULTRAnumb
Gimmick (Tell us a little bit about your character): A Very zen orientated individual. Likes to psyche himself up before matches and isn't very patient thanks to his short fuse. Has a background in many forms of the martial arts including Muay Thai, Jiu Jitsu, and Kung Fu.
Pic Base (The actual picture is optional, but it is required to include the persons name): Chris Leben
Physical Description: Standing at 6'0, He is quite muscular for his size. He uses that strength to his advantage. He has a shaved head and tattoos all over his torso.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Outside of the ring, He usually wears a variety of tee shirts, faded jeans, black tennis shoes and an Iron star hat.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): With black elbow pads, Jakob sports white and black ring shorts, fighting gloves and black ankle wraps. He sometimes comes out with a mouthpiece.
Personality: Very strong willed. Strives to succeed and hardly takes no for an answer. Very goal oriented, driven, and tenacious.
Brief Bio:Garnered an interest in combat sports at the age of 7 and when his father found out about it, he took him down to the local Karate dojo. Jakob trained there for about 2 and a half years before moving away to Dayton, Ohio. Seeing as there are hardly any gyms in Ohio, Jakob stopped training downright up until the age of 17 when he found TAMA Mixed Martial Arts up the road from his house and begin training Boxing and Muay Thai. Jakob is an accomplish striker with power in his arms and legs. At age 20, He moved to Rio De Janiero, Brazil and started training with the Black House team with Mauricio "Shogun" Rua, Wanderlei Silva, and all the rest of the fighters. While there, he developed a LOVE for submissions and had risen to the rank of brown belt in brazilian jiu jitsu under Rafael Cordiero before moving back to Edmonton. He searched around and found his old gym, which had burned down a fews years back. Since Jakob found no MMA gym, He begin training for Professional Wrestling and made his debut with the now defunct Fusion Championship Wrestling. That didn't go well and he took a two month hiatus before joining the now defunct Honor Championship Wrestling before the company folded due to ownership issues. Jakob made his THW debut shortly after and had a few stints with the company before leaving. He rejoined and is now looking to make another run. With THW forming an affiliation with PCW, Jakob, along with many other THW wrestlers, is taking a shot at the company.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.):Brawler, Technical.
Entrance: Some swooshing noises come out of the speakers as the lights start to pulsate blue. A short guitar rift hits the speakers and goes away just like that. Another hits and the name "Jakob Alexander" appears on the titantron as clips of him finishing his opponents follow. The song picks up a bit more and the crowd starts to cheer. The word "Tonight" is heard as "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli plays. "YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW" is screamed out of the speaks as Jakob Alexander appears from behind the curtain, bobbing his head to the beat of the music. He takes the center stage and lowers his head. The song dies down a little and the words "Trained to Win" echoes throughout the arena and as the music picks up again, Jakob Alexander pounds his chest with his right hand before pointing out the crowd and smirking. He strafes down the ramp, hitting some hands on the way down. He takes a leap and slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He circles the ring, looking out at the crowd. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and mouths "YOU WANT TI ALL RIGHT NOW!" as He again, pounds his chest with a hand. He hops down and waits for his opponent.
Finishing Moves: AfterShock-
EndGame-
Signature Moves:
1. One Armed spinebuster
2. The Kure- Rock bottom followed by a Anaconda vice
3. Karma- Single Knee Codebreaker
4. The Finish- Striking combo resulting in a knockout (Used to finish a match)
Basic Moveset:
1. Snap Arm Drag.
2. Exploder Suplex.
3. Swinging Backbreaker.
4. Step up Enzugiri.
5. diving clothesline
6. German Suplex Pin.
7. Package DDT
8. Spinning Back Kick to body.
9. Crucifix Pin.
10. Standing Sleeper
Sample RP (Required): This is a ppv roleplay against our Lance Harris.
The scene opens up to show Jakob Alexander sitting on a chair on the balcony of his Boston home. It's early morning and He looks like He just got out of bed. He looks to be out of it and He only has a pair of shorts on. He buries his face in his hands before letting out a groan.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
(thinking to himself)| Man, what is going on? I'm sitting here, by myself. I'm on the verge of losing my job and all the things I worked hard for. At this point, my accomplishments means nothing to the people of THW. I've been told that I'm washed up and I just don't have it anymore. That I'm fading and I'm not the same person who won those titles. Maybe I'm not. Maybe the constant failures to jump ship to the upper echelon of THW has taking a serious beating on my drive to do it anymore. Maybe I don't or maybe I just haven't had the right person to come along and light that fire again. I thought I had that person. The person who helps keep that flame lit. I thought I had it all in Jenna, I really did. In hindsight, I shouldn't have acted the way I did when she said the traveling and being away from home was bugging her but I don't know who I was back then. Thinking about it now, I was doing well when she was in my life. I was happy and so was she. I finally had somebody. Now, she's gone and I'm on the verge of losing something else that I love. I'm at the bottom of the pit now and it was hard enough working my way up the first time. Now, I have a deeper hole to climb out of. I'm determined to be a better person than I have been. I've been a real prick and honestly, I don't know why. Resurrecting my life and my career is gonna be hard. It's gonna be like moving mountains but I gotta do what I gotta do.
(thinking to himself)| Man, what is going on? I'm sitting here, by myself. I'm on the verge of losing my job and all the things I worked hard for. At this point, my accomplishments means nothing to the people of THW. I've been told that I'm washed up and I just don't have it anymore. That I'm fading and I'm not the same person who won those titles. Maybe I'm not. Maybe the constant failures to jump ship to the upper echelon of THW has taking a serious beating on my drive to do it anymore. Maybe I don't or maybe I just haven't had the right person to come along and light that fire again. I thought I had that person. The person who helps keep that flame lit. I thought I had it all in Jenna, I really did. In hindsight, I shouldn't have acted the way I did when she said the traveling and being away from home was bugging her but I don't know who I was back then. Thinking about it now, I was doing well when she was in my life. I was happy and so was she. I finally had somebody. Now, she's gone and I'm on the verge of losing something else that I love. I'm at the bottom of the pit now and it was hard enough working my way up the first time. Now, I have a deeper hole to climb out of. I'm determined to be a better person than I have been. I've been a real prick and honestly, I don't know why. Resurrecting my life and my career is gonna be hard. It's gonna be like moving mountains but I gotta do what I gotta do.
Jakob looks to the cloud covered sky and sighs.He stands up and walks inside his home, shutting the doors behind him. Disappearing into his room, He gathers some clothing and a towel before hopping in the shower. After a few minutes, He steps out and dresses himself. Searching around the bathroom, He couldn't seem to find his phone. Grunting in frustration, He opens the door and walks out to his living room to look. Having not glanced at the front door yet, He digs in his jacket pockets. Finding his phone, He turns around and suddenly stops. Standing in his doorway, was Jenna Cushing. The two stared at one another before Jenna took a step into his home.
.:Jenna Cushing:.
Jakob.....
Jakob.....
Before she can get the rest of her sentence out, Jakob simply drops his phone on the floor and takes a few strides at Jenna before grabbing her and pulling her into a hug. Surprised, Jenna holds her hands out for a moment, not knowing what to do. Finally, She places her hands on his back and embraces him, pressing her face into his shoulder. Jakob releases her and puts his hands on the sides of her head.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
God, I've missed you. I know what happened between us can't be taken back and I know an apology just won't cut it but Jenna, I need you back. I know there is a different between a need and a want but I NEED you back. When we were together, I felt I had everything. I couldn't have asked for anything else. I had everything I wanted and just like every other relationship, I found some way to fuck things up. Whether you believe it or not, hear me out.
God, I've missed you. I know what happened between us can't be taken back and I know an apology just won't cut it but Jenna, I need you back. I know there is a different between a need and a want but I NEED you back. When we were together, I felt I had everything. I couldn't have asked for anything else. I had everything I wanted and just like every other relationship, I found some way to fuck things up. Whether you believe it or not, hear me out.
Jenna nods before Jakob sits her down.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Since that day, I've been going downhill. I turned into a completely different person since then and I'm not proud of the things I've said and done. I know I can't erase what has happened but I can do everything humanly possible to make up for it. When we were together, I never missed a beat. I was successful in THW and I was happy. After you left, Everything went to shit. I mean everything. I turned into a nasty person. I lost every friend I had in THW, if I could have called them that. As of right now, I am at the bottom of the pile and I'm staring the unemployment line right in the face.I've realized how much of an ass I've been and I want to start over, right where it all began. Jenna, I don't care if it bothers you to be away from home. I will take you there every chance I get. If you don't want to go with me to the places I am required to go, so be it I want to be the person you wanted me to be. I want to be the person I used to be.
Since that day, I've been going downhill. I turned into a completely different person since then and I'm not proud of the things I've said and done. I know I can't erase what has happened but I can do everything humanly possible to make up for it. When we were together, I never missed a beat. I was successful in THW and I was happy. After you left, Everything went to shit. I mean everything. I turned into a nasty person. I lost every friend I had in THW, if I could have called them that. As of right now, I am at the bottom of the pile and I'm staring the unemployment line right in the face.I've realized how much of an ass I've been and I want to start over, right where it all began. Jenna, I don't care if it bothers you to be away from home. I will take you there every chance I get. If you don't want to go with me to the places I am required to go, so be it I want to be the person you wanted me to be. I want to be the person I used to be.
Jenna just sits there, silent. Jakob phones buzzes and checking the screen, He sees that it's his agent, Scott Wolfe. Reluctantly, He answers it. His agent speaks first.
.:Scott Wolfe:. Jakob, it's Scott. I had some news from management at THW. They have informed me that at Heartbreak Hell, your opponent is Lance Harris. I've got something else too. He is one of the people who questioned your passion.
As soon as Scott finishes his sentence, Jakob hangs up the phone. Clearly angry, Jakob sits in silence. Jenna puts her hand on his as He shifts his gaze to her.
.:Jenna Cushing:.
Jakob, don't worry about me. Go do what you need to do. We'll talk again afterwards. The last thing you need is another distraction.
Jakob, don't worry about me. Go do what you need to do. We'll talk again afterwards. The last thing you need is another distraction.
Jakob closes his eyes, not wanting to leave Jenna. His puts his head down and grabbed her hand.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Jenna, I will be different. I will be better and I will return to where I once was.
Jenna, I will be different. I will be better and I will return to where I once was.
Jakob gets up and steps out onto his balcony once more. Setting the camera on the table, He sits down and takes in a breath of air before looking over at it.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
So, once again, the subject of passion is being put in play. My passion, to be exact. If I remember correctly, I once spoke of passion. Well, I spoke of it among other things as well. I spoke of wrestling being a test. Not the usual test, but a special kind of test. Right now, I'm well on my way to flunking that test and I can't have that. This is one of the biggest tests of my career, one that I cannot and will not fail. It's down to this, I either beat Lance Harris or I'm probably going to get my walking papers. Now, I know Lance's love for awesome, brutal matches and believe me, I plan on delivering but I want to get something known beforehand. If there is one thing that I cannot stand somebody doing, it's questioning my passion for this business. It's comments like those that piss me off enough to the point of me making a believer out of everyone who doubted me. Things like that led to me winning the television championship. I HATE when people do that and it bugs me even more that it's coming from Lance Harris. Lance, you know full well about the passion needed to stay competitive. Passion will carry you a long ways that your body won't. I know you have the passion for the business because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here right now. Trust me, THW runs in your blood. Same thing goes for me. If I didn't have passion for THW, do you honestly think I would've lasted as long as I have? No, I'd have been long gone before now. Everyone knows the kind of career I've had. I've spent most of my days scratching at the bottom just to try and find a way up. I was cannon fodder at many points in my career. Yet, I'm still here. Why? I WANT to be here and I will fight with everything in me to stay here, to be competing with the best THW has to offer. I'm just not referring to the MG Newtons or the Jay Swifts. No, I'm talking about ALL of you. You wouldn't be where you are without a lot of talent and the drive to get yourself there. You are the best of the best and I am honored to be here with you. Whether you are skeptical about what I'm saying or not, please, take them to heart. I'm meaning every word that is coming out of my mouth right now. I know that the way I've been acting and the way I've treated you guys are all the complete opposite of the way I'm being right now but this is the real me. I don't know who I was before. I've never acted like that before and it's not happening again. Hell, It all started with Noah and look where He is. He just beat Jack Napier and is in the main event of Heartbreak Hell. He listened to me and all the other naysayers and He proved them wrong. I bet it feels damn good, doesn't it Noah? I know the feeling all too well. You have the passion and you're showing it. I'm a different story apparently. I swear, it's like the people in THW have never seen anybody who hit a rough patch or even suffered through one themselves. It happens and it's not the end of the world. I'm not washed up. I'm not a has been and I'm definitely not finished. To those who believe me right now, I thank you. You haven't lost hope or lost faith in me. To those who don't, you'll be the group of people who will be kicking themselves for placing a bet against me before you thought I was done. You'll be the people that I proved wrong yet again and rose up to the occasion. I'm going to beat Lance Harris Tuesday night and there isn't damn thing He can do about it.
So, once again, the subject of passion is being put in play. My passion, to be exact. If I remember correctly, I once spoke of passion. Well, I spoke of it among other things as well. I spoke of wrestling being a test. Not the usual test, but a special kind of test. Right now, I'm well on my way to flunking that test and I can't have that. This is one of the biggest tests of my career, one that I cannot and will not fail. It's down to this, I either beat Lance Harris or I'm probably going to get my walking papers. Now, I know Lance's love for awesome, brutal matches and believe me, I plan on delivering but I want to get something known beforehand. If there is one thing that I cannot stand somebody doing, it's questioning my passion for this business. It's comments like those that piss me off enough to the point of me making a believer out of everyone who doubted me. Things like that led to me winning the television championship. I HATE when people do that and it bugs me even more that it's coming from Lance Harris. Lance, you know full well about the passion needed to stay competitive. Passion will carry you a long ways that your body won't. I know you have the passion for the business because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here right now. Trust me, THW runs in your blood. Same thing goes for me. If I didn't have passion for THW, do you honestly think I would've lasted as long as I have? No, I'd have been long gone before now. Everyone knows the kind of career I've had. I've spent most of my days scratching at the bottom just to try and find a way up. I was cannon fodder at many points in my career. Yet, I'm still here. Why? I WANT to be here and I will fight with everything in me to stay here, to be competing with the best THW has to offer. I'm just not referring to the MG Newtons or the Jay Swifts. No, I'm talking about ALL of you. You wouldn't be where you are without a lot of talent and the drive to get yourself there. You are the best of the best and I am honored to be here with you. Whether you are skeptical about what I'm saying or not, please, take them to heart. I'm meaning every word that is coming out of my mouth right now. I know that the way I've been acting and the way I've treated you guys are all the complete opposite of the way I'm being right now but this is the real me. I don't know who I was before. I've never acted like that before and it's not happening again. Hell, It all started with Noah and look where He is. He just beat Jack Napier and is in the main event of Heartbreak Hell. He listened to me and all the other naysayers and He proved them wrong. I bet it feels damn good, doesn't it Noah? I know the feeling all too well. You have the passion and you're showing it. I'm a different story apparently. I swear, it's like the people in THW have never seen anybody who hit a rough patch or even suffered through one themselves. It happens and it's not the end of the world. I'm not washed up. I'm not a has been and I'm definitely not finished. To those who believe me right now, I thank you. You haven't lost hope or lost faith in me. To those who don't, you'll be the group of people who will be kicking themselves for placing a bet against me before you thought I was done. You'll be the people that I proved wrong yet again and rose up to the occasion. I'm going to beat Lance Harris Tuesday night and there isn't damn thing He can do about it.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Now, on the main attraction or lack there of. Lance Harris himself. You question my passion and my drive to be the best but guess what? You are right here in the opening match of a pay per view opposite of myself. Don't flap your gums about my passion because you lack it majorly. The legendary Lance Harris, former world champion. You took part in some of the company's biggest and best matches and you are at the bottom of the pile with me so the next time you want to criticize me, take a step back and look at where you are. You don't have any fucking room to be talking about me like that. The story between me and you is long. I almost ended your career awhile back and now, you are taking a swipe at ending my career in THW. It's fitting, really. Granted, His career might not be on the line but it's been over for awhile. Mine is just getting started. When it comes to Lance Harris, He is always out for blood. Well, Lance, if you want blood, you've got it. See you at Heartbreak Hell and bring your A game, you're going to need it.
Now, on the main attraction or lack there of. Lance Harris himself. You question my passion and my drive to be the best but guess what? You are right here in the opening match of a pay per view opposite of myself. Don't flap your gums about my passion because you lack it majorly. The legendary Lance Harris, former world champion. You took part in some of the company's biggest and best matches and you are at the bottom of the pile with me so the next time you want to criticize me, take a step back and look at where you are. You don't have any fucking room to be talking about me like that. The story between me and you is long. I almost ended your career awhile back and now, you are taking a swipe at ending my career in THW. It's fitting, really. Granted, His career might not be on the line but it's been over for awhile. Mine is just getting started. When it comes to Lance Harris, He is always out for blood. Well, Lance, if you want blood, you've got it. See you at Heartbreak Hell and bring your A game, you're going to need it.
.:The Next Morning:.
The scene opens up to show Jakob Alexander sitting in a local coffee shop with his laptop sitting in front of him. It's early morning and a waitress sets his coffee down in from of him. Giving her a smile, Jakob thanks her as She walks off to continue her duties. He has THW.com pulled up and is about to listen to Lance Harris's promo He shot. Normally, He never wakes this early but drastic times call for drastic measures. Popping his headphones in his ears, He listens. It takes a good half hour or so with Jakob having to pause to think of about things. A few times, Jakob placed his head on his hand and shook his head. Taking a few drinks of his beverage during the time, Jakob is nearly finished with is task. He removes his headphones and rests his hand on his hands, in thought. On another tab, He has local Toronto artist, Persist, pulled up on youtube. Deciding to get a portion of his promo done while the video was fresh in his mind, Jakob sets up his camera and gets to work.
.:Jakob Alexander:. If you didn't notice, there were multiple times that Lance made me face palm. Some of the stuff He said made no sense and it took effort to try and make sense of it. One thing that stands out was his mention of him being the biggest test of my career. Lance, let me clear something up for you. Not only are you NOT the biggest test I've had in my career, you're probably the opposite. What I meant when I said that was that this was the biggest test for ME in my career. The test that shows me whether I can still do this or not. Whether or not it's true that you aren't what you used to be is invalid because you still act like the tough son of a bitch of old. Nothing has changed. Sure, you may not be old age wise but your body has seen many wars. More wards than mine has. Your body is more worse for wear and you still think that your idle threats are going to make me shake in my boots? Get a grip, Lance. Real men don't quit? You're right Lance, they don't quit and I never mentioned anything of the sort. Just like you, I'm a warrior. I don't turn on a heel and run away with my tail between my legs. I love fighting people at their best. The difference is, you still have the passion but your body just isn't up to the task. You are pushing it way past it's boundaries and one of these days, you're going to suffer that career ending injury everyone has been talking about. It's just right around the corner Lance and if I have to be the one to make you suffer it, so be it. Somebody has to open your eyes at some point. Will I enjoy ending the career of the great Lance Harris? No but I will if the situation calls for it. Sometimes, the old timers just need a little push to get over the hill.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
For such a long time now, I've walked in everyone else's shadow. I've been told that my title reigns are just flukes and nothing more. That they never should have happened. All I need is that one shot. The one shot to prove that what I've accomplished wasn't by luck. I stand by my honor and my pride. I strive to be the best and if somebody manages to surpass me, I tear my body down, trying to be better. I will spend days and nights, training, so that I may be the best again. I will not let myself lose to somebody so over the top like yourself. You KNOW that you don't have it anymore and yet, you still stick around like you have something to prove. Lance, you have nothing to prove and to be honest, you were a real ldol of mine right up until the point of when I entered this business. I always knew that I ws going to be like you. Nobody will ever understand our thirst for a good fight and I don't expect them to. Lance, like I said before, if you don't realize when to call it quits, somebody will have to open your eyes. Maybe one more good beating will make you realize that you just don't have the ability to step up to the plate like you want to. For years, you've held the title of one of the most tough, ruthless sons of bitches in the wrestling business. It's time to take what is mine. I will not live my life as your second. That time is over. Every breath you take is an insult to my honor.
For such a long time now, I've walked in everyone else's shadow. I've been told that my title reigns are just flukes and nothing more. That they never should have happened. All I need is that one shot. The one shot to prove that what I've accomplished wasn't by luck. I stand by my honor and my pride. I strive to be the best and if somebody manages to surpass me, I tear my body down, trying to be better. I will spend days and nights, training, so that I may be the best again. I will not let myself lose to somebody so over the top like yourself. You KNOW that you don't have it anymore and yet, you still stick around like you have something to prove. Lance, you have nothing to prove and to be honest, you were a real ldol of mine right up until the point of when I entered this business. I always knew that I ws going to be like you. Nobody will ever understand our thirst for a good fight and I don't expect them to. Lance, like I said before, if you don't realize when to call it quits, somebody will have to open your eyes. Maybe one more good beating will make you realize that you just don't have the ability to step up to the plate like you want to. For years, you've held the title of one of the most tough, ruthless sons of bitches in the wrestling business. It's time to take what is mine. I will not live my life as your second. That time is over. Every breath you take is an insult to my honor.
Jakob picks his laptop and camera up and walks out of the coffee shop. Setting his things down on top of his 2012 Dodge Charger, brand new might I add, His expression changes drastically.
.:Jakob Alexander:.
Lance, I hope you have good health insurance. At Heartbreak hell, it will be the end for you. You have my word.
Lance, I hope you have good health insurance. At Heartbreak hell, it will be the end for you. You have my word.
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