-Jack Noble-
Professional Wrestler
[ico3(1)]GFX God
Ayatollah of Twinkies
Posts: 1,440
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Post by -Jack Noble- on May 13, 2012 20:24:58 GMT -4
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we've reached our main event. A champion versus champion bout, however neither title is on the line. Jack Noble better be ready to have the match of his life here tonight because Shawn Dreamer isn't what you'd call a pushover.. well, to his face.”
“You're completely right, JP, and... wait, what the?”
Ray White's confusion stems from a song hitting the speakers that has never been heard in the Solid Core Gymnasium before. It's obviously of the Rap genre, and keeps repeating, “Burn This City.” as it's beat stays consistent. Suddenly, deep rooted lyrics are rhymed out of the speakers, “Stop playing with me, cannon in my hand and I'll be damn if any man disrespect in my land.” know recognized to be the Lil Wayne song, Burn This city. Out of the clear blue, two arms poke through the middle of the entrance curtains before whipping out sideways, letting the man pass through the curtains untouched. Jack Noble, with his Eagle Division belt slung over his right shoulder, stands in front of the EVPW entrance while the very definition of mixed reaction greats him tonight. Lizzie Morna brings the ,microphone up to her soft lips to introduce this man to the crowd.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. On his way to the ring, standing six foot eve, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, he is your Eagle Division Champion.. Jack Noble!”
Right on cue, Jack forms his two hands into simulation guns and acts like he shoots them out, his typical taunt, shouting out, “Pew! Pew!” as he does this action. He then begins pacing down the entrance way, shaking his head at a few specific fans as they appear to be jeering louder than anyone else. He gleefully gives a high five or two as he continues down the entrance way to a couple fans who still support him, and not the Company.
“So, after last week, what to you think of Jack Noble, Ray?”
“I think he is despicable! Turning his back on a group of people who brought EVPW back together, he should be ashamed of himself!”
“Well, Jack claims that they are lying to the fans, that they are the real problem, and without him as the head honcho, EVPW will die once again if it is left in the hands it's in. I'm just so torn on what to believe.”
“Believe what's right, JP. Believe the people who give us our paychecks every week! That's who I'm gonna believe no matter what!”
This week, seeming to want to change things up, Jack Noble begins to jog directly at the ring, as he now holds his title in one hand. He then jumps up and slides underneath the bottom rope, successfully getting his fat ass into the ring, what a man. The Spaceman rolls to a knee before popping up to his own vertical base as he then walks over to the far corner of the ring, slaps his Main Event title over his shoulder, and waits for his opponent to make his way to the ring. Jack typically goes to the second rope whilst performing his signature taunt, however, this week he appears to be more serious than ever. He knows that a win this week would make him look more powerful than ever, thus people wanting to be in his group known as “The Vision”. These thoughts run marathons throughout his head, giving him a lot of untainted motivation to win this week.
I'll make it look pretty later on.
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Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on May 15, 2012 11:59:40 GMT -4
The eight edition of Saturday Night Knockout returns after the commercial break, and the feed resumes from backstage, catching up with the Prince of Censorship, Shawn Dreamer, in his locker room. Dressed in his ring attire and his hair tied in a pony tail, the Floridian sits over a steel chair, with his hands cupping his face. The hands of Dreamer covers his face partially, leaving his eyes open for the world to see and know the state he is in – a state of paranoia. He soon starts to speak, putting forth his mind in a verbal form.
“Ever since my return, I have been trying my best to make this place a better one, and have been carrying around the flag of censorship and representing the Company to do so. Ever since I came back, I made a promise to myself that I would fight till my last breath to get rid of all the violence and the profanity around this block, and I was right there for the first two weeks. But then, whatever happened last week... whatever happened out there in the main event against Adam Jones was something uncalled... something I didn't intend to do. My notion certainly doesn't support what I did there, and it seems that I'm losing my mind... losing my sanity slowly. Adam, I know you're watching this being wounded and what not, and I'm sure you're watching this being completely confused like the rest of the world, but I need to make things clear. I need to set things straight and the truth is, Adam...”
Dreamer looked up at the ceiling and put his hands down, before starting to shake his head. It's obvious that Dreamer isn't at the best of his mood, and to add upon that, he lets out a frustrating sigh. He then turns his attention to the camera, and out of the blue, a sly smirk creeks upon his face, before he starts to speak.
“Adam, I take pride in what I did to you the other night, and I'm glad that I actually mauled you so bad in the first place! It was pretty obvious that many of the imbeciles out there in the arena was expecting me to apologize and what not, and this... this is simply a kick right to their faces! I, Shawn Dreamer, am fighting to establish proper censorship around the place for sure, but the match last week... it was a hardcore match and had the sign of parental advisory on it. It's how censorship is always done – by letting the people aware before something vulgar or graphic takes over the screen. The message was given right before the match, and the bar was lifted right them. The license to enter into my former world – the world of hardcore – was given right then, and whatever lacerations I inflicted upon Adam, I take pride in that. I take pride in the fact that my hands were wet with Adam's blood – the blood of a pathetic sheep!”
The Prince of Censorship lets out a sly smirk, with his eyes lost elsewhere; it's quite evident that he's visualizing the entire scene that went around during the last week's main event. The agonizing screams of Adam, the sound of foreign objects hitting across the soft flesh of human body... it all rings inside the head of Dreamer as he stares into a void. It takes a while for his trance to finally get over – probably ending with how he picked the victory last week – and he starts to speak soon after, continuing with where he left.
“Last week, I showed Adam his place, and the way I see it, he wouldn't forget the mauling sometime soon. He wouldn't forget the kendo stick shots I took at him, or the time I threw him onto the barbed wire baseball bat. In fact, even if he tries to forget, the scars, the wounds, they wouldn't let him forget a thing... the way I man-handled him and showed him why I'm the best extreme wrestler, with the ample amount of sanity, around this place! Also, not to mention how he happened to add another tally to my undefeated streak! Adam, bro, I'm glad that you turned into a completely Dreamer wannabe, and had pushed me to the limit. I hate people who tries to feed off or replicate my personality, and if you hadn't pushed yourself down that direction, I wouldn't have pushed the envelope so far as well... kudos to you, bro!”
Dreamer shakes his noggin hard, as if he completely means it, giving props to Adam for pushing him to the limit. He soon picks up his words and continues with his rant, this time going into his future endeavors.
“And with that, I'm down here this week, with another battle to be fought. I'm here tonight to fight against a man who calls himself a champion, but isn't nothing more than just another.... you, the people! He's more imbecile than any other, and he takes pride of his addiction of Twinkie! I know how there has been worse cases around these halls, but he's probably the biggest idiot you would ever see... and Noble, yes, I'm talking about you, you dumb hog! I'm talking about you, you fat piece of pig, and I'm sure you're probably going berserk right about now, realizing I was insulting you all along. You're the worst case in the entire roster today, and it's quite a shocker that you managed to win that Eagle Vision championship and managed to put it around your waist for... some two months! It's quite an achievement for a guy like you, bro; someone who never even dreams of making it up to this company!”
Dreamer lets out a sarcastic chuckle, before going on further with his rant.
“Jack, I understand that you are probably fuming like a steam engine right about now, but I really don't give a damn about that. I don't give a damn about what the people thinks, and with you being one of them, I really don't care. I don't care if you are offended, or if you got your knickers up in a knot, and I simply wouldn't care while hammering your head later tonight in the ring. I know how this is champion vs. champion, Noble, but tonight, it will me more like a champion vs. the loser, with ME being your champion! I'm the true champion when it comes to our match, keeping in mind how I was the last Imperial champion, and the current, UNDEFEATED Knockout champion! You're going down tonight, Jack, and no longer will you be “High and Mighty” after I'm done with you tonight!”
As if he was caught by a bolt of shock, Dreamer pauses and looks at the camera with bulging eyes, before continuing with his words.
“Wait, isn't High and Mighty the name of your tag team? It sure made sense right there... no longer shall you be tonight after I beat you for good!”
Smirking ear to ear, the Floridian waves goodbye at the lens, getting it to fade to black gradually.
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Post by x | S.DREAMER | x on May 16, 2012 11:26:32 GMT -4
Jack stands over the second rope as his entrance theme transitions out and gets replaced by that of his opponent - God is a Man by Face to Face. The Ayatollah of Twinkie looks over his shoulder at the entrance tunnel and drops down to the canvas, trying to catch the first glimpse of his adversary. But then, he has to wait for a while before he gets a view of the Prince of Censorship; dressed in black tights and his Knockout championship slung over his shoulder, Dreamer makes his way out through the curtain, with a huge sly smirk etched on his face. The crowd, without any notice, starts to bombard out with their blasts of jeer, and that just gets the smile upon the face of Dreamer to grow. He soon starts to march down the aisle and head out for the ring, putting Lizzie on cue to make the introduction.
"And his opponent, from Jacksonville, Florida, the Undefeated Knockout's champion, Shawn Dreamerrrr!"
As Lizzie screams out the introduction, Dreamer has climbed onto the ring apron and is eyeing Noble with a sarcastic look. He mouths a few words at the Eagle Division champion, trying to tick him off, but Noble happens not to take them in. But then, the Floridian makes his biggest comment - "YOU, SIR, ARE A FAT PIECE OF JUNK!" - and this completely ticks the leader of the Vision off. He makes a charge at the Jacksonville's Finest with his arm outstretched, and eventually sends him flying off the apron onto the floor being on the receiving end of a hard running clothesline. The sudden attack doesn't do much physical damage on Dreamer, but catches him back shock. He soon brushes off the jitters of the attack and gets inside the ring, before going nose to nose with the JF'N.
TBC Jack;
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-Jack Noble-
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Ayatollah of Twinkies
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Post by -Jack Noble- on May 17, 2012 16:18:08 GMT -4
Jack Noble, who was not actually bothered by Dreamer's “oh so well thought out” comment at all, continues to go back and forth with his opponent with rather rude comments towards each other. It seems as if Jack is getting the better of Shawn as “fat piece of pig” doesn't make Noble angry so much as laugh over what a horrid insult it is. Finally, the two men break up from the altercation in the middle of the ring with a slap from Dreamer delivered directly to the Spaceman's cheek. Now, you see, this is something that officially pisses Jack off. With a head of steam, the enraged Eagle Division champion lunges a few feet forward, spearing his opponent to the mat as he then begins to pound down on his face with left and right fists. While the shower of fists trickles down Dreamer's face, the evpw referee appointed for the match, John Blackwood, tries to pry Noble off of Shawn. However, this attempt fails as Jack keeps on hammering down on Dreamer. The referee then begins a five count, of course if he reaches five, Jack is disqualified.
“Jack better what out here! If he keeps on going like this, he's gonna lose the match by DQ!”
“No, no, I get it! This was Shawn's plan all along. Piss of the Eagle Division champion, and then get an easy win out of it tonight. Very smart on his part, you have to admit.”
“I don't have to admit anything, all I know is what kind of damage these two are going to do to each other if this match goes on.”
John Blackwood yells sternly, “Two!” before quickly blurting out, “Three! Four!” with the four count being where Jack Noble finally ends his physical abuse toward his opponent. Shawn seems a little worse for the ware, but definitely not down and out, being one of EVPW's toughest stars. A self centered smirk tears it's way across Noble's face, obviously being absolutely thrilled with himself that he was able to get such a barrage of fists to the Hardcore Prince's face this early in the match up. Unfortunately for the main title holder, his punches were more so quantity over quality, granted a few landed pretty well, he just wasted a nice chunk of his energy over punches that could have been thrown a bit better. However, when you are pissed off, you typically don't think of your actions as they just sort of happen. The Ayatollah of Twinkies takes a few steps back, allowing Shawn Dreamer to get up to a vertical base as he scurries backward toward the turnbuckle to assist him in the act of getting to his feet. Shortly after, the two men meet nose to nose in the middle of the ring once again.
“It looks as if we're almost back to the beginning of the match, Ray!”
“Sure does, JP. Both men look pretty fired up, and I would love to put out that fire.. with my mouth.”
“Why do you always have to do this? Just... why... ?”
Ray White giggles uncontrollably much like a little high school girl while his broadcasting partner, Jimmy Pate, facepalms as he continues to shake his at at Ray's unneeded statement. The in ring verbal bashing begins once again before Shawn Dreamer throws the first right handed punch, however Jack Noble retaliates with a right of his own. Both men trade right hands, back and forth, before Shawn Dreamer is the one to gain the upper hand. He backs his opponent into a corner turnbuckle before he hops up onto the second rope. Dreamer then begins to rain down punches from above Jack's head, this gives them that much more impact when they smack him dead on in the forehead. Some fans count along as Shawn lets the punches continue while other fans just flat out jeer him. After the fans reaching a count of ten, Dreamer hops off as Jack stands before him, using the top rope for leverage, groggily as ever.
“After that pounding I'm surprised that Jack can even stay on his own two feet!”
“Let me tell you, Jim Jim, I take poundings as hard as that, and I'm laid out for a whole day!”
“God damn it, Ray....”
Shawn refuses to give up any of the momentum that he just had gained, and performing a toe kick right into his opponents mid section, bending the chubby man over. Without missing a beat, Dreamer runs to the ropes opposite of Noble's position and springs off of them. Now storming towards his opponent, Shawn leaps into the air as he extends his right arm. The big old forearm meets Jack's chest, knocking both men off of their feet, down to the cold beige canvas of the EVPW ring. Dreamer extends out his right arm and wraps his fingers around the middle rope as he then proceeds to use it as an assistant type deal to help him regain his footing. Once standing, the Hardcore Prince bends back over, grabbing Noble's head with both of his hands before pulling him to his feet. Both men standing face to face in the ring for a short moment, but Shawn suddenly snatches Jack's left wrist as he then performs a successful Irish Whip to the ropes. All of Jack's weight bounces off the top rope as he then repels him back towards his opponent. Shawn looks ready to perform something devastating as Jack finally reaches him, he lifts him into the air as he spins around and takes a couple steps.
“Oh! Spinebuster right into the turnbuckle! If Shawn decides to pin him, that could be it here!”
“You sure said it, that looked like one heck of a vicious move.. I'm glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that.”
“You can say that again!”
“I'm glad I wasn't on...”
Jimmy cuts off his co-commentator mid sentence as his statement was more or less of a joke.
“Ray, damn it.. it's an expression...”
Meanwhile, in the ring, Shawn Dreamer takes Ray White's advice, almost if he had heard him, and pulls Jack's hefty body away from the ropes to ensure a ropebreak won't be the cause of a broken pin attempt. Shawn lies on top of Jack and hooks a leg to make it even more difficult for his opponent to kick out of this pin. The referee, John Blackwood, jogs over to where the two men lay before jumping down to his stomach to start the pin count. He raises up his hand and then slams it back down to the mat for a count of one. He then repeats this action and slaps his hand down for the second time. Once more his hand raises up into the air as this could spell the end of Jack Noble's chances of victory and sealing up a sending a win to Shawn Dreamer's win column. John's arm begins it's motion down as every fan in the gymnasium grows tense.
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