Post by thenatural on Oct 5, 2020 8:13:46 GMT -8
{Scene Start: The camera fades in and we see none other than Jacob Striker sitting in his locker room, his face still dripping with crimson with a now stained red towel around his broad shoulders as he sits with his bare back against the wall as the young man lets out a very dry sounding chuckle before he leans forward with his forearms resting on his knees}
Jacob:
You know it's good to see that you're as stupid as you are ignorant, Graham. I caught your little "promo" that you cut on me in the time before our match and while I'm the bigger man and admit that yes, I did loose the match...in the end, you proved that you still missed the point like the moron that you are!
You don't know *SHIT* and it shows.
When I came here to One Wrestling Movement, I came here because I wanted to stretch my wings out in a new place and put in the work, which is the complete opposite of people like you who only come into a place to go after titles and act like you're fucking god's gift to wrestling when you're just another lousy mouth breather taking up *SPACE*!
{Jake lets out another laugh as he shakes his head again, several droplets of blood and sweat come off of him as he does so}
Jacob:
Of course in more of your own ignorance you'll probably say that I'm just being a "sore loser" or that "I'm angry and having a tantrum because you proved that it wasn't my time" or some bullshit like that.
I didn't ask for the fucking title match tonight, you weak minded little shit. I'm also not afraid of you in the fucking slightest. The only thing that I'm *OWNED* doesn't even have anything to fucking do with professional wrestling, you kept taking your best shots tonight and yet I kept getting right the fuck back up, you claim that I'm not in your league-mother fucker, you're not in *mine*.
{Jacob then lowers his head for a moment to wipe the blood away from his face before he brings it up again, a look of pure hatred in his eyes which is then followed by a wolfish grin on his face}
Jacob:
You see, unlike you people actually ask me to come and join them. Wrestleworld asked me to come and wrestle for them and I said yes, because just like here in One Wrestling Movement I *EARNED* my spot. You on the other hand, peh...
As for you and I playing a "gentleman's game", Graham? You threw that right out the window the moment that you started to sprout that bullshit of yours because you got into your head that I'm walking around here, acting like everyone owes me shit and the like.
The irony is that you were right about ONE thing and ONE thing only, Graham. Maybe I do worry too much about being the hero, maybe I need to do something about that.
But you, my dear "friend"...I do have something with your name on it.
I want you to survive your match against Wil at Pro Wrestling Nova's tenth chapter, I want you to survive that death match, Graham...I want you to fucking survive him, win or lose. Because the next time that you and I are in the same ring together, I'm going to be standing over you as blood pours down that fugly little face of yours.
Tonight, you got to keep your title...yes. But what happens when you finally see what I do, Graham?
{The camera fades out as Jacob starts to laugh}
Jacob:
You know it's good to see that you're as stupid as you are ignorant, Graham. I caught your little "promo" that you cut on me in the time before our match and while I'm the bigger man and admit that yes, I did loose the match...in the end, you proved that you still missed the point like the moron that you are!
You don't know *SHIT* and it shows.
When I came here to One Wrestling Movement, I came here because I wanted to stretch my wings out in a new place and put in the work, which is the complete opposite of people like you who only come into a place to go after titles and act like you're fucking god's gift to wrestling when you're just another lousy mouth breather taking up *SPACE*!
{Jake lets out another laugh as he shakes his head again, several droplets of blood and sweat come off of him as he does so}
Jacob:
Of course in more of your own ignorance you'll probably say that I'm just being a "sore loser" or that "I'm angry and having a tantrum because you proved that it wasn't my time" or some bullshit like that.
I didn't ask for the fucking title match tonight, you weak minded little shit. I'm also not afraid of you in the fucking slightest. The only thing that I'm *OWNED* doesn't even have anything to fucking do with professional wrestling, you kept taking your best shots tonight and yet I kept getting right the fuck back up, you claim that I'm not in your league-mother fucker, you're not in *mine*.
{Jacob then lowers his head for a moment to wipe the blood away from his face before he brings it up again, a look of pure hatred in his eyes which is then followed by a wolfish grin on his face}
Jacob:
You see, unlike you people actually ask me to come and join them. Wrestleworld asked me to come and wrestle for them and I said yes, because just like here in One Wrestling Movement I *EARNED* my spot. You on the other hand, peh...
As for you and I playing a "gentleman's game", Graham? You threw that right out the window the moment that you started to sprout that bullshit of yours because you got into your head that I'm walking around here, acting like everyone owes me shit and the like.
The irony is that you were right about ONE thing and ONE thing only, Graham. Maybe I do worry too much about being the hero, maybe I need to do something about that.
But you, my dear "friend"...I do have something with your name on it.
I want you to survive your match against Wil at Pro Wrestling Nova's tenth chapter, I want you to survive that death match, Graham...I want you to fucking survive him, win or lose. Because the next time that you and I are in the same ring together, I'm going to be standing over you as blood pours down that fugly little face of yours.
Tonight, you got to keep your title...yes. But what happens when you finally see what I do, Graham?
{The camera fades out as Jacob starts to laugh}