*Note: Doesn't have to be a title match if CWC rules dont permit it to be, could be just a champions showcase*
Here's my bio if your interested
*Notes: Haven't updated this since I won the PWX Championship last night. My gimmick right now is 'kik u in da bawls', i kik my enemies in da bawls, straight forward enough. The kids love it, the men hate it imo.*
[align=center]Wrestler's Name:
Jacob Wright
[/color]Height:
6'0''
[/color]Weight:
175
[/color]Hometown:
Madrid, Spain
[/color]Hair Style:
Short, up
[/color]Shoe Size:
10 1/2
[/color]Birth date:
June 9, 1988
[/color]Pic Base:
Aaron Loftin
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WRESTLER INFORMATION
*Nickname:
Mr. Wright,the Righteous Prince,[/color] as Champ he calls himself the
'Golden Prince'
*Gimmick:
Very Charming, Always calm, a bit of a goof at times,[/color] grows distant often and often does things for different reasons then he seems to be doing them for.
A natural leader who is willing to make sacrifices in his own career to further his cause. Believes in his cause above all else, that being righteous will always prevails.
Preaches of the strength of heart and purity.
Wrestling Style:
Martial Arts/Submissions/Abstract. Uses a game plan, usually wins tight matches by having his opponent well scouted as by
using their weaknesses to his advantage. Often has ackward moments in his match.
Alignment (face, heel or neutral):
face
Theme Song:
"Righteous Man" by Slightly Stoopid
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Entrance:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v11jrC_Smj4
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Entrance ATTIRE
Head: white mask and occasionally a white fedora (removes both during entrance)
Torso:
Arms:
Legs: White pants or short pants with Wright written on left leg in light blue
Feet: white boots with a green stripe
Miscellaneous:
WRESTLING ARSENAL
2-3 Submission Maneuvers:
Triangle choke,
Heel hook,
Chinlock,
2-3 Ariel Maneuvers:
Top Rope Snap Kick,
Hurricana from springboard,
Guillotine leg drop from middle rope to outside
2-3 Defensive Maneuvers:
backhand,
when put in arm lock, flips to a flipping heel kick to side of head
stomps on foot
2-3 Corners Maneuvers:
corner splash ,
jumping splashes on to them and grabs back of their head and pulls face into knees and lands on back (corner codebreaker, thank you Chris Jericho for crappifying a great move),
2-3 Ground Maneuvers:
elbow drop,
leg drop onto opponents legs
1-2 Rope Maneuvers:
Face Buster
1-2 Desperation Maneuvers:
Pele Kick,
jumping spin kick to stomach followed by a DDT
5-7 Additional Maneuvers:
leg kick,
Thez Press,
toe hold,
Russian Heel Sweep,
inverted neck breaker,
arm drag
Signature moves:
running off of ropes spin kick to head (wright time) (2nd)
running off of ropes dropkick to knee (Wright place) (1st)
(usually done together, Wright Place at the Wright Time)
Googatchoo!- Jacob puts lets him arms fall limp and tilts his head with the most rediculous looking grin. He starts walking at his opponent while saying 'Googatchoo googatchoo googatchoo' so that his chest pushes his opponents back. Done to humilate his opponents. COMPLETELY UNBLOCKABLE! ALWAYS ENDS THE MATCH! NOONE CAN AVOID THE AWESOME POWER OF THE GOOGATCHOO....not really, he just hypes it un believeably to be an ass, a funny ass though. Why are we talking about Jacob's ass? Ha-ha, I made you think of a Gay Porn Star's ass (not Jacob, his pic base)
Atchoo!: At a random point during matches, right as his opponent is about to hit him, he'll sneeze and the opponent will miss.
Thousand Years Of Pain!:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KanchoWhen his opponent is distracted, Jacob does this move performed by clasping the hands together so the index fingers are pointing out and attempting to insert them sharply into someone's anal region. He yell, kan-CHOO! as he does it. During battle royals, he may use this move to eliminate his opponents. Very humilitating.
Wedgies his opponent followed with a gutwrench (turk toss)
Walls of Wonder- Cross Lying Armbar
(Antonio Lopez's finisher, pays homage to his tag partner by using it, big matches only!)
Glory!: When all hope seems lost (or just when things are getting intense) Jacob hits a desperation move to put distance between him and his opponent (often with a Pele Kick). Jacob bites his thumb as he looks at the cheering crowd. He punches the mat with the same hand as he's biting and let's out a scream as he flings his arms back and puts his chest out (chuck liddel victory pose). This attracts the attention of everyone in the ring and at ringside. If his opponent was coming after him, they would be stopped in their tracks for a couple moments. Jacob follows this with a burst of offence, possibly even shrugging off damage dealt to him for a brief period/
1-2 Finishing Maneuvers:
(note: see Glory!)
Wright Way
That's Wright
Finisher(s) Description(s):
Dragon Clutch
Double-underhook DDT with legs wrapped around the opponents waste
BIG MATCH FINISHER! (Used only in big matches, ie: title matches, fued killers, PPV Main Events. Its his last resort move)
The Epic Finish: Sits on the back of his standing opponents neck/head, he underhooks their arms and drives them head first into the ground.[/align]
Here's a recent rp sample. Part 1:
Is this really ordinary
every single week
for my foe to speak ill of me
with every word they speak
Even if every record were broken
The world would never know
From the words that are spoken
Every champ is an average Joe
It's easy to find every
excuse to defame the great
rather then acknowledge them
You look to them in hate
Here in this company
I sit top of the 'school'
To see me as less than top of class
Would be to make yourself the fool
I expected better from 'Terry'
Underestimating the champ?
For a man of his skill level
How can he think I can't?
I'm not angry,
I know what do
Do what I can,
bring the fight you
I can't blame you
for the things you say
I'll just let you know
My belt isn't going away
JW -The Golden Prince- JW
~~~
"Jake!"
No answer.
"Jake!"
No answer.
"Now isn't the time for you to sleep in. Yo, Jake!"
No answer.
With a slow, deliberate motion, William Just reached for the glasses in his pocket.He seldom wore them, such things to him are meaningless for his sense of style promoted not hiding his face but making it the point of attention. Few people knew that his clumsy step was caused by poor eye sight, few people perhaps would ever know. He glanced around the room with a sly grin as an ill thought crept into his mind.
"Jacob Wright, get up this moment. Our house is on fire! Quick, before you.. "
He did not need to finish for as he pulled back the covers, little more than the bed sheet lie there. Though obvious, simple logic often eluded Will which caused him to over-react in at time childish ways. This time was not an exception.
"He was taken! In the middle of the night they came! The aliens? The monsters! The villains! Fear not Jacob, I shall save you!"
Out the door of the lonesome cabin he ran, not a spot of rational though crossed his mind as he raised his arms in the arm, cursing the god who took his cousin in the supposed rapture. The fields of grain surrounding him parted as his weight crashed through the fields.
"Bring him back! You cannot have him!"
I noise in the fields attracted his attention which caused him to change the direction of his running. Off not far from the door of the cabin lay a small pond filled with lilies and fallen leaves. On one of it's shores, I beach of pebbles lay with Jacob Wright dipping his feet into the murky shallows. A rock leaps from Jacob's hand and he tries to skip it across the waters.
"Thar! You have returned! At long last! I am glad that no harm has befallen you."
"Will, Your drunk."
"Drinking? No, not me. I'm a noble Spaniard pure. I might be a little drunk though. Stu and I, he found me new wine. He's a great guy, you should meet him some time."
"I know Stu. How many times do I gotta tell you, Stu is a Brit. Never try keeping up with them at drinking. It's eight in the morning, your just getting home now? "
"Jake... I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Will grasps desperately at the stock of grain to keep his balance.
"Will! Be careful!"
With a step forward and a twist from his torso, Will fell forward into the murky water. Jacob, quick in his reflexes, lunged after his foolish cousin. The pond barely reaches either man's hips while Jake pulls Will onto the rocky shore.
Words between the two men aren't necessary. Jacob looks down at his cousin, a look of disbelief on his face yet a smile on his face. Jacob would rather see his cousin in this shape then not see him at all. Jacob helps Will to his feet and drape's Will arm across his shoulder.
"Hang in there Will, We'll get you to bed. You never were the one meant to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, that's my role. You deny it but I know what you've been doing lately. You've stepped out of the spotlight so that you can support me. You've done very well. Look, Jourita debuted last week. She had her first match. She stood across the ring from professionals and held her ground. She stood up to a Belmont! You trained her Will. She did well, you did well by training her. I know your scared for her too. Don't be, we won't make the same mistakes twice. Phil will come back someday, Tim will too. How were we to know that they'd turn into what they became. Rest now Will, I have things under control this week. Thank you for looking out for me."
Jacob sets Will onto the bed. As he talked to him, Will slowly drifted off into his slumber. Though he was dead-weight for Jake to carry, he wasn't seen as a burden as Jake carried him into the tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere. Jake pulled the blanket over top of his cousin as his cousin had done a thousand times for him in the past; as his cousin perhaps one day soon would do for him again.
Jake spent the the rest of the morning sitting next to the bed; the mound of books and notes next to him attracting all his attention. Pictures of Terrence Thompson's life, associates, and matches littered between endless notes about Jacob's next opponent's life. A couple hours past but as Jacob scanned through the words and images making notes of his own, the time must not have felt as though it existed.
"Hard at work again I see, Jake"
"Of course, I always."
"Nice place you have out here."
"Does everyone know where it is?
"Only your family does. Though I suppose a few of Will's friends do now but since they're on your payroll, I don't think your little Kansas hideaway has to worry about being revealed."
Jacob closes the notebook on his lap. Will's wife, Claire Pure, is standing at the the small wooden door with her arms crossed. With a flick of his wrist, Jake motions her to sit next to him. She does so, pulling Will's arm out from under his body. She take a hold of his hand and gently kisses her husbands fingertips.
"Was he out all night."
Jake looks down to avoid her question.
"You know I can't answer that Claire. I'm not going to let him get in trouble because of me.
"Jake, answer me please. You know I'm just trying to keep an eye on him, just as you are. The only difference is... I may just have to kick his ass to keep him in line."
"You such a nice wife, I so wish that my Leah would learn a thing or two from you."
"If you don't tell me what I need to know, I may have to teach her."
Jacob grins nervously; he goes to reach his books but Claire grabs his arms. She looks at him with a slight edge to the concern in her eyes.
"Call her. You can't hide from the truth."
"I don't know what your talking about, I'm not avoiding her."
Claire looks around the cabin.
"Really? Kansas is the first place I go when I'm not avoiding someone. A cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere? Yep, exactly where I go when my girlfriend is..."
"Not now Claire! Not yet."
Claire shakes her head.
"Really Jake? When do you think would be a better time? Would you rather one of those damn Lust freaks writes it out for you in blood? You can't hide from this shit forever. I've been done this path before Jake, I don't want to see you make the same kind of mistake I did. "
"Claire, you didn't make a mistake. I bet'chu if your son were here now, he would be proud of you. He would look at you and understand why you had to give him up, how you didn't have a choice. "
"Thanks but Jake, you wouldn't know. How could you possibly know. "
"Somehow, somewhere... I guess... I'm somebodies son too. "
Their eyes meet for a moment and Claire smiles. Will, still sleeping, rolls over and begins to snore loudly.
"I'll make you a deal Claire. After my match, after I become the first ever Grand Prix Champion of PWX... I will talk to Leah. Is that fair to you? "
"Yes... you might want to tell her that though. "
Jacob looks up at the doorway to see his long time lover, Leah, standing there with her arms crossed.
~To Be Continued~
Earlier:
Jacob sits with his toes dipped in the water. He seems completely oblivious to everything around him. The camera rests on it's stand not far from where he is. The sunrise casts long shadows from the tall grain stalks. Jacob looks completely relaxed.
Jacob's favorite time of the month is approaching, the ppv. He thrives under the pressure. When the world pushes against him, he pushes himself twice as hard and finds a way to impress. What he feels isn't fear or anxiety; Jacob is excited. Even the way he's dressed shows his lack of tension. His normal suit is replaced today but just a black vest and rolled-up dress pants. His fedora lies on the ground a few feet away from him.
"It's title defense time."
(Jacob's smirk makes him look cocky and it isn't surprising that one would take his confidence as such.)
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time it seems. Eight of the best wrestlers in PWX gave everything they had over the month of May to earn their chance to face me. Terrence Thompson came from virtually nowhere to win the tournament. In the eyes of the book-keepers, he was perhaps one of the biggest underdogs two weeks before High Stakes. After just six matches here in PWX, not only is 'Twister' challenging me for the title, he's attempting to rewrite my history.
(Jacob's smirk is still there, the quiet confidence is evident.)
My journey to the top of this company didn't begin at High Stakes, it began the moment Randy Treehugger assaulted me with protest signs before our match back in February. I fought back his assault but in the end, getting concussed prematch was just too much for me to overcome that night. I hated the feeling of being pinned so I just didn't let it happen to me for a while. Thirteen matches later, I got pinned again by Ojeda.
(He mouths 'no' at the camera as he pretends to look away.)
I know right, it makes me look so horrible to get pinned by a 'lesser' champion. Even though I'd beat him twice before that, being two-and-one against Ojeda is such a crying shame. I mean, you've had such an incredible roll as of late, haven't you? Your unstoppable, right? Noah Hanson would never beat you at Adrenaline 29 in your PWX singles debut just six weeks ago, would he?
(Jacob shakes his head.)
Oh wait, he did didn't he?
(He lets out a fake gasp and covers his mouth.)
Speaking of bringing prestige to titles, you first ever singles win in PWX was against Valerie Belmont for the NG title, wasn't it? You did so much to earn that title shot. You beat... some emo-fruit James Silkk in a tag match when he was teaming with Mikal Grayson who if I recall, has never won a match. You yourself implied it, there's nothing to be proud of there.
(He laughs.)
Since the twister in your name could very well refer to the way you twist the facts, lets twist your words a bit shall we. You compared me to your wife and pretty much said, you don't respect me. Does that mean you don't respect her either? Lately, from what I've been hearing... you don't. That and you've been being a complete asshole to her but I won't comment on that because that's all heresay, the important part of that is that you pretty much came out and said that you don't respect her. Oh my goodness, someone who can't even capture your respect was on that list of people that couldn't stop you. Maybe I just read into it too much.
(He shrugs.)
I won't take away from you victories over the Belmonts though. I myself have stood across the ring from Valerie back when she was known as Valerie Lamb and I know first hand how difficult it is to put her down.
(He nods.)
Our road to this title match bear a few shocking resemblances. Mine started the same as yours, a match against my tag team partner. I just had a few more hoops to jump through per se. They through me to the wolves and I knew if I lost, my belt would go away. I stepped in the ring and beat both the Hybrid and the PWX Champions of that time while enduring assaults from Ojeda and Sah'ta Thor. I beat both Ojeda and the man I'd defend my case against, Sah' ta Thor, twice as well as Devon Poole, Brian Hollywood, and Danny Szatkowski. Come High Stakes, Darin Zion and I had an agreement. We both had a match that night and we both a claim at the title. In fact, he felt that I deserved the title shot more than he did. He insisted that we go through with the arrangement we had set out to do. I made short work of my opponent and let them know I was coming after them. Darin instead made his match into a mockery. He let things get out of hand and the match dragged on incredibly longer than anyone would have expected. It took him an hour to put away the man it took me minutes to beat. Hollywood was on a deep slide, it shouldn't have taken Darin nearly as long as it did. I took the title from Darin, he knows he can use his rematch any time he sees fit to.
(Jacob takes a deep breath.)
A man in a glass house shouldn't throw rocks. If you want to talk, go for it. If you want to prove yourself here, I'll be waiting. Your mouth might be big but my heart is bigger.
(Jacob tries to illustrate his point with his hands but gives up when he realizes it won't help.)
You asked a question to end your promo. Have you proven it enough? No, you haven't beat me.
(Jacob blows a kiss to the camera as the scene fades to black.)
Part 2:
"Yes Jacob, it's true. I am pregnant."
~~~
My mind was in total turmoil. Wasn’t I just leaving on an ill-considered and possibly contrived fancy? Wouldn’t I be better off stayingwhere I was at? Did I really turn down sex because I was afraid of hitting the babies head? She's less than two months pregnant, how can I be so paranoid.
What am I talking about, none of that happened. It was all a dream... wasn't it?
As I drove the weary highway, it seemed that my emotions and and perhaps fate itself were guiding me. Not knowing where I drove, I knew that I drew nearer my destination. The woods called to me like a flower to the bee and I pulled my car over instinctively. I stepped out of the vehicle in an instant, it was gone. As I walked down the bank on the side of the road, the road too disappeared. Upon reaching the brink of the forest, it consumed me. Behind me where I came now existed in forest as though the highway had never been built.
However unfamiliar this place was, It never dawned to me that it's existence was anything less than normal. I was meant to be here at this moment and so I was here. A noise attracts my attention and I turn to see a large moose standing not far from me. I blink and he's suddenly in front of me. His warm breath blows my hair back as I can see into nostrils.
"Are you my spirit guide? "
"I'm a moose. "
He turns and I duck underneath his antler. He walks forward and I follow after him. He seems to not notice me as he walks onward into the woods. I keep my distance a bit, not wanting to lose him but not wanting to scare him. He turns to look at me and I ask him what's on my mind.
"Do you have the answers I seek? "
He stares at me, his long face never changing.
"You expect much from me. I am just a moose. "
"But you can talk. A moose can't talk! "
"Yet you hear me speak. Perhaps it's you sanity that should be questioned. "
"I don't think so. I know why I'm here, I know that the truth is here. I'm here to discover it and I know you can help me. Why won't you just tell me? "
The animal turns and continues his journey forward.
"What is this truth of which you seek? Why have you gone searching for it? "
I stop.
"I'm not sure. "
Baby toys, carriages, diapers, and seethers begin to fall from the sky all around me. I run towards my companion and hide beside his massive frame.
"The game has changed for you now. Before, you could train them to fight for themselves. The people you protected, they protected you. You grew strong together. Everything has changed now. The pressure begins. You have to be there for it, you have to fight for it, you have to live for it. It can't watch you back, it can't be called in rescue you when you need help. "
The rain of plastic has stopped.
"It serves no purpose for you. "
I look beside him and the beast has become a wolf. A baby's crying breaks their staredown and I turn to see a baby wrapped in blankets, lying in the middle of a clearing.
"No, it doesn't serve a purpose for me. It is my purpose. "
The wolf snarls and lunches into a run and I'm off off a moment later after it. The beast heads straight towards the infant and I match his strides step for step. The wolf leaps at the helpless child but I dive and roll, scooping it snugly against my chest as he does. Without losing an ounce of momentum, I continue running. The wolf bears its teeth on what appears to be a sly grin as he rushes after me.
The branches whip across my body as I aimlessly dars through the trees. I suddenly stop, a stream appearing in front of me. I turn to run but the wolf is blocking my path. As I take a step backwards, My heel touches that water behind me.
"Everything's changed Jacob. "
I smile.
"Yes, it has. I'm going to be a father. "
I leap backward and the water splashes against me.
~~~
I open my eyes and sit up quickly. Will is holding the bucket that they used to pour water on me as Claire sits back laughing. Leah starts wiping my hair dry with a towel as I hear Will talking in the background.
"Man, I can't believe you fainted, dude."
I ignore his comments as I reach forward and touch Leah's cheek. She's startled at first but she puts her hand over top of mine. I give her a smile to reassure her.
"We're going to have a kid. I can't wait. "
~~~
(I sit holding my PWX Championship tightly against my chest. Everything people have gone through to hold this championship have made it very dear to me.)
What can I say that hasn't already been said?
(I look up from my belt.)
Terrence Thompson and I have both said our pieces this week. We've both made our intentions known. We've both said what we can but one question remains unanswered. Why?
(My voice hides any emotions.)
Two weeks ago, Terrence defended his Next Generation Championship yet to him, it was as though it was just another prop. He said himself that the NG Title didn't matter. All the blood, sweat, and tears that people shed over it, useless to him. To him, it was the glory he wanted. He wanted his shot at me, at my title. He took the title because it was offered to him, for no other reason. The fame is his monster and he loves it.
(This coldness is much different from the Jacob everyone is used to seeing.)
For me on the other hand, I could have won the PWX Championship weeks before I claimed it. I saw Brian Hollywood lying weak and broken numerous times but I didn't cash in my briefcase then. I had a shot at the Hybrid Championship and I went all-or-nothing to win it before interference forced my to walk away with a D/Q win. I have done everything I could to prove to the PWX fans that I've deserved everything I have received so far here. But why?
(My leg starts twitching.)
I could have gotten the PWX Championship a month before I did but I didn't. I waited until I earned it. I care about the history of the belt and I wanted to show them due respect. The code of honor is built on one simple thing, respect. You respect the officials, your respect the fans, and you respect your opponents. Through all of that, you respect yourself. But again I ask, why?
(I set the title gently on the floor beside me.)
It's because I am a true champion. I am a fighting champion. I am a respectable champion. I am going to be the greatest champion. It's fitting that when I merge the Next Generation Championship with the PWX Championship, I will become the Grand Prix Champion. Terrence sees that as his birthright since they use it in auto racing but what does it truly mean? Grand Prix translates directly to Grand Prize, or better worded to mean the greatest prize. PWX's championship will aptly be known as the greatest prize and I plan on being the man who holds it for a very long time.
(My the emotion in my voice is showing now.)
Terrence, I want the Next Generation Championship. I want to hold a title that people like Valerie Belmont, Darin Zion, Noah Hanson, and James Silkk couldn't keep. I want to be the face that people remember holding it as it is retired. I don't want someone who doesn't care about it to be the last one that holds it. You don't deserve that honor. Yes, Terrence, it is an honor.
(My face begins to show hints of red.)
You don't even respect you wife. What kind of champion would that make you? My family means the world to me, if I could I'd proudly display them to the world. If you treat her that way, how would you treat my title belt if you won it? It'd just be another prop to you. You wouldn't care about any of the people who risked their lives to hold it, who gave everything they had just to touch it.
(I'm on my feet, I pick the title up and begin to point at my name on it.)
The crowds all admire the champion and I cannot have you be the person the look up to. How many youth would be misguided by your foolish ways? Sure, I may act silly at times but that is the way I am. I'm true to myself. That is the kind of example I want to set for them. That's part of why I became Champion in the first place.
(I take a deep breath and take my seat again.)
I want to make our sport pure again and you stand in the way of my goal. Watch out 'Twister', I will not go down as easily as your expecting me to. When I do go down, it's going to be to pin you.
(I raise the title above me head to let the world know that I am the champion.)
Terrence, don't let yourself forget. I am the Golden Prince and that will not change anytime soon.
(I reach forward and grab the camera.)
I can only hope you learn some respect and that you learn it quick. If not, i will be glad to teach you.
(I flick the camera off and the screen fades to black.)