Post by headliner93 on Jan 14, 2009 17:21:46 GMT -5
Basic Information
Real Name: Jeffrey "Jeff" Nero Hardy
In Ring Name: Jeff Hardy
Nickname(s):
The Rainbow-Haired Warrior
The Extreme Enigma
The Legend Thriller
Height: 6 foot 1 inch
Weight: 225 pounds
Hometown: Cameron, North Carolina
Resides: Raleigh, North Carolina
Training Show Or Main Roster: Main Roster
Heel Or Face: Face
Entrance Song: "No More Words" by EndeverafteR
SUPERSTAR APPEARANCE (pic of superstar):
Moves
Signature Moves (5 Moves Maximum)
Twist of Fate (Front facelock dropped into a cutter)
Whisper in the Wind (Turnbuckle rebound into a rebound corkscrew senton)
Rope aided corner dropkick
Double leg drop to the groin or midsection
Leg-feed spinning mule kick
Finishing Moves (2 Moves Maximum)
Swanton Bomb (High-angle senton bomb)
Reverse of Fate (Inverted headlock neckbreaker slam)
Personal Information (optional)
Name: Jack Flener
Age: 15
Location: Kentucky
E-fed History: Roleplayed on WWE Wrestling 23, Bound for Glory, DXX: the Rebirth, owned the site Xtreme Wrestling Alliance, and currently roleplay on World Wrestling Headquarters and Evolved: the Rebirth
Championships Held On Other E-feds:
WWE Wrestling 23
» WWE World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy)
» WWE Champion (1 time, as Triple H)
» 2006 Mr. Money in the Bank (1 time, as Triple H)
» WWE Intercontinental Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
» WWE World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy)
» ECW Extreme Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater)
» ECW Hardcore Champion (2 time, as The Ultimater)
» ECW Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy) (First)
» WWE Tag Team Champion [2 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy (1)] - with Madd Dogg (1) (First with Madd Dogg)
» WWE European Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy)
» WWE Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy) (First)
WWE 65 Game|WWE Evolved|Evolved: The Rebirth
» WWE World Heavyweight Champion [5 time, as Fly Boy (1), Rob Van Dam (1) and Batista (3)] (First as Fly Boy)
» ETR World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith) - with Tyson North
» WWE Tag Team Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy)
» ETR Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith)
Bound for Glory
» BFG World Heavyweight Champion [4 time, as Jack Flener (1), Rob Van Dam (1), Chris Benoit (1), and Batista (1)] (First as Jack Flener)
» BFG Tag Team Champion [4 time, as Jack Flener (1), Rob Van Dam (1), Chris Benoit (1), and Batista (1)] (First as Jack Flener)
» ECW World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Batista)
World Wrestling Headquarters
» WWH ECW World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith)
» WWH Demolition Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Neutral Shock)
» WWH International Champion (1 time, as Jack Savage)
» WWH No Limits Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
» WWH Demolition Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Angie Willis-Hart) - with Lucky Lawliet
» WWH Hardcore Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
Xtreme Wrestling Alliance
» XWA PURE Champion (1 time, as Neutral Shock) (First) (Last)
» XWA World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener) - with Zach Marlow (First) (Last)
Sample Roleplay:
(OOC: I will warn you right now, there is the usage of cuss words and scenes of gore and extremenity)
Roleplay by: "The Hardcore Headliner" Jack Flener
Motivational Song: "Fuck it All" by Slipknot
Number of Words: --/800 words
Match: vs. Lucas Burchill, Last Man Standing/Falls Coutn Anywhere/Submission Match, International Championship
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Prologue
» Shh... listen. Do you hear that? That is the sound of madness. The pencil writing upon pages, creating the book of pain. The suspense of the crowd as they await to see who will walk out of Hard Drive as the International Champion. The jeers of the crowd as they discover that there is a new International Champion in town. And his name... is Jack Flener.
» Not long after winning the International Championship for the first time, Jack was let out on an injury that caused him to lose the International Championship. Now, he is on a mission to regain the championship he never technically lost. The only obstacle in his way: Lucas Burchill. That, and the fact that he will be fighting in an unknown match, as it is the stupid fans' choice.
» It's time to put up or shut up.
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Scene One: Winter Wonderland
» The scene opens up to a field out in only God know's where, blanketed by that of the Gift of Jack Frost. Snow was still falling from the sky, waving down back and forth, gliding across the sky. It looked like a graceful dance being performed by that of a ballerina. It was just a sight that a professional photographer would take and show the whole world some of the beauty of the good old United States of America. At least, if it didn't have an imperfection within it.
» In the very midst of the snowy scenery was Jack Flener. He was dressed for the encounter he knew was going to happen. A blue and white heavy nilon University of Kentucky jacket, a black and blue UK tobogan, a pair of wide snow glasses, UK nilon jeans, and black and white snow boots. His hands were tucked within his coat pockets, slowly pacing himself across the icy, snowy region.
» He looked over toward the camera's view and put his famous half-smile upon his face. He paced himself over toward it, the smile never depleting from his face. It was oblivious the fact that every once in awhile, he would shutter a small bit from the coldness of the air. Pehaps that's why he was walking so slowly, conserving his energy. Once reached to about five feet from the camera, he stopped in his tracks. Suddenly the smile was no longer across his face.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"This is my favorite time of the year, you know it? The holidays are just setting in, snowy goodness falls down from the sky, a blessing from Jack Frost himself. But this year, I can't enjoy my season. Do you know why that is? Because I'm inside all the damn time, preparing for my match against Lucas Burchill coming at Hard Drive, where the fucking fans decide what match type we're gonna fight in!"
» His face suddenly gleamed up with anger, actually melting the snowflakes as they touched his face. The anger soon discontinued, his face turning back to a calm nature.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You know, Lucas, I always knew we'd end up on the other side of the ring against each other. Anytime we'd meet backstage, I'd always have that thought in the back of my head, telling me that someday, it will be me against you, one on one. If I seen you doing a match from my locker room, there that thought is again. Anytime I see your face, like a bolt of lightning, that idea is back inside of my mind. Well, guess what? That time is this Sunday at Hard Drive."
» The mere thought of Hard Drive put that all-too-familiar half-smile upon Jack's face. He took his snowglasses off of his face and tossed them aside. His eyes gazed upwards, then back down to the camera's view.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, you really have no idea what you're getting yourself into, do you? I am a man on a mission; never in my life have I ever been more focused on winning a match. That championship that you wear around your waist, that will soon be back where it should be, and that's around the waist of an uncrowned champion!"
» The anger came back to his face. He put his hands on the side of the camera and put it five inches away from his face, redness actually seen within his eyes.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"I don't care what match type we fight in, whether it be the Last Man Standing match, the Falls Count Anywhere match, the Submission match, hell, I could care less if they suddenly decide to make the match a Barbwire Mayhem match. These days are dwendling down, and I'm counting them one by one. You better enjoy your title reign while you can, Lucas, because your time is running out. Tick, tock, tick, tock..."
» Then, out of nowhere, he began to start a maniacle laugh, like a laugh that the likes of which only few people, such as Kane, The Boogeyman, or The Joker, could pull off. He tossed the camera lightly to the side and fell back onto the blanket of snow, still laughing, pounding his fists into the ground, revealing that he actually wasn't wearing glioves, and kicking the snow around. It's possible that the International Championship has made him insane.
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Scene Two: Taking Out His Valuables
» The scene opens back up to a mansion-type home out in Alberta, Canada. From the looks of it, it seemed to be the home of Lucas Burchill. If it wasn't, there would be no telling who could live in a house like that. Out in the huge front yard were statues of Lucas and of money symbols. The yard was cut perfectly, the hedges were trimmed to a tee, the all-too-famous white stretch-limo was over in the driveway. There was no way it belonged to someone else.
» Out from the corner of the house came walking out a mysterious man with a big black bag. His identity was unknown, as he was wearing a black ski mask and full matching black clothes. He grabbed the bag and started carrying it all the way out to the pavement and tossed it into an orange 2004 Mitsubishi Eclipse. Wait, an orange Eclipse? There was only one person it could be. "The Hardcore Headliner" Jack Flener.
» After tossing it into the back of the car, he ran up to the driver's side, entered in, buckled his seatbelt, started up the engine, and raced on down the road, driving all the way off to some abandoned parking lot. He shut the engine off and stepped out of the car, pulling off the ski mask to reveal that it was him while grabbing the bag in the back and tossing it out into the open.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, for someone who's so freakin' rich, your security sucks. I was able to just walk into your house and grab whatever I wanted. I've done some research on you recently, and I must say, you're hard to dig dirt up on. You're not close to anyone, so that completely took out the idea of kidnapping that person and brutally attacking them, video taping the attack and sending it to you, so I got the next best thing..."
» He walked over to the bag and undone the knot. The opening of the bag suddenly tumbled over and revealed hundred dollar bills, looking to be at least $10,000,000 worth of them. A big smile came across his face as he revealed the contents.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"That's right -- I took your money! The most precious thing that you hold for yourself. Don't lie about it either, you tightwad. Remember, money's not everything -- it's the only thing! Here it is, Lucas. $10,000,000 just from your house, stolen not but five minutes ago. You hold something I want, and I hold something you find the most important thing there ever was. Except there's one difference. One can, and will be, taken back. The other... well, why don't you just watch for yourself?"
» Jack walked away and grabbed an empty beer bottle, then found a stashed-away bottle of gasoline. He poured some of it into the bottle, filling it up about half way, then put a paper towel inside of it, leaving half of it hanging from the neck. Then, he looked up and raised his eyebrows up and down, pulling out a box of matches. He grabbed one and lit it up, then caught the paper towel on fire. You could then hear him lightly say "Say good-bye!", then tossed the now-flaming molotov right beside the bag, causing it to explode in a flaming glory, catching the bag and the money on fire. He waved to the money as saying good-bye to it.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Bon voyage, money! See, what'd I tell you? One was going to be given back while the other would not. That over there is $10,000,000 dollars in cash money burning away into the December sky. Don't you just love the smell of burning money? Oh man, shouldn't have had all that Mountain Dew..."
» Suddenly, he walked on over to the fire and turned his back to the camera's view. A zipping noise was heard lightly in the background of the flames, then a stream of yellow liquid could be seen flowing. Jack, obviously, was now pissing all over the burning money. Sizzling sounds could be heard coming from the flames. Jack just made noises as if enjoying and being pleased by doing this action.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Oh God, you don't know how long I've been holding this in, Lucas! I saved this all just for the right moment, and it's finally here! I've been waiting so long to piss all over your most valued posession in your life! Kumbaya, my Lord, KUMBAYA, BITCH!"
» Once he was through, he just walked away, pointing and laughing at the pissy, burning bag of Lucas' cash, went over to his Eclipse, and drove off, his laugh still loud and clear to be heard. The scene cut off focused on the bag still burning into the night fall.
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Scene Three: Empty Arena
» An empty arena... that's not something seen everyday. It was still a day before they would be ready to start the pay-per view, so the Caracus Poliedro Arena was still pretty empty. There were a few workers down toward the ring area where they were making plans for what they were going to do and how everything was going to be planned and whatnot.
» Up in the rafters sat Jack Flener upon one of the steel benches, his legs spread out a little and his hands tucked across his gut. Compared to what he had been seen in recently, he looked relatively normal. He was still wearing the tobogan from the winter wonderland, but that was the only thing similar about any of his outfits. Resting over his body was a black shirt with a green skull on it while his legs were covered by a relatively tight pair of denim jeans. Slightly being covered by the legs were his white and black NSS'. He was quiet, thoughtful, peaceful. A change from what he had been usually seen as.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Just down there, they are getting prepared for the most interactive pay-per view WWH has ever seen, Hard Drive. They are making plans for the ring where I will go one-on-one with the International Champion, Lucas Burchill, for that title he wears around his waist. I've talked a lot of trash and I burned and pissed on $10,000,000 of his money, but tomorrow, I finally get my chance to put those words into action."
» Jack stared into the wide open, apparently in some kind of state of mind that makes him seem... average. Not psycopathic, scitzophrenic, mental, delusional. Just ordinary as any fan is.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, you don't know how important this match is to me. Ever since Survivor Series, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I continually keep on running into bad luck. It's like some jypsy has cursed me. The only match I've won since then is that tag team match with Christopher Lambert, and I'll admit, he pulled the team a little."
» Where was he going with this? It's not usual to talk about your misfortunes when trying to prepare yourself for quite possibly the biggest match of your career. It puts you in a bad state of mind.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"But, all that is doing is fueling my passion. That simple fact has made me work so much harder than I usually do to get this win. I'm willing to do anything to win this match. That title will soon go back around my waist. That's not a promise, that's a guarantee. Lucas, you're lucky to even be able to go to Hard Drive."
» What? Has he gone mental again? Does he even know what he's speaking about? He stood up and walked forward a little, leaning over the guard rail and staring out. Let's hope his bad luck doesn't catch up to him now. That's a pretty nasty fall if he were to go over that rail.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"At Tribute to the Troops, you seen it. They all seen it. I came after you with a steel chair and I meant to take you out of the equation with that chair. But you lucked out and was able to avoid that chair shot. Too bad Jeff wasn't that lucky. That chair shot I delivered to him will only be a paper cut compared to what I'm going to do to you at the pay-per view. My bad luck will run out and I will regain what's rightfully mine."
» Suddenly, he pushed himself away from the guard rail and jumped on top of it, balancing himself with his arms outstretched. Oh my God, he's a crazy man. What the hell does he think he's doing or proving by being up there like that?
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, it's going to be me and you for the International Championship tomorrow. My luck will run out. My luck has run out. Want proof? Let's hope I can be just like Jeff Hardy and survive huge jumps."
» Suddenly, he jumped forward as if doing a Swanton Bomb. The camera rushed forward to catch the jump and when looking down, the bastard had set up this whole thing all along. About a hundred feet below them was a huge stunt air bag blown up to full capacity. Minutes later, the camera was back beside Jack, who was unscathed by the fall. He just gave his half-smile, satisfied that he had proven his point, and walked away.
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Scene Four: Pay-Per View Interview
» The scene re-opens to the backstage area of the arena, about eight hours before Hard Drive was to air, where Jeremy Borash is standing outside of Jack Flener's locker room. He has a microphone in his hand, so it's obvious that he wants an interview. Jeremy opened the door and walked inside, where Jack was sitting upon a steel chair.
Jeremy Borash: "Pardon me, Jack, but I was wondering if I could get an interview from you about your match with Lucas Burchill later tonight?"
» Jack stared up at him with a small anger in his eye, angered by the mentioning of his name. He stood up, towering over him by a good five inches, as Jeremy just held the microphone up to his mouth for him to speak.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You want something from me, Borash? Hand me that microphone and get out of my locker room before it's your head indention in this steel chair I'm sitting on!"
» Without a word, Jeremy handed over the microphone and hurried out of the locker room. Jack just stared as he paced himself out of the room and stared on to the camera, speaking within the microphone.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Time's up, Burchill. Your reign as International Champion is about to come to an end. All you have to look forward to is how I'm going to beat you. Am I going to pulverize you to a bloody mess until you can no longer stand in a Last Man Standing match? Am I going to beat you all the way to Russia and back in a Falls Count Anywhere match? Or am I going to make you tap out right in the middle of that ring in a Submission match? Only time will tell."
» Well, it seems like Jack Flener has went back to his usual, arrogant, delusional self. No longer the calm man back in the empty arena. Knew it wouldn't last that long.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Trust me when I tell you that you're going to wish that Jason Krow hospitalized me in that match we had at T4! Because now, you're going to be the one that will be hospitalized! I don't care if you've only lost one match and won eight others. I don't care that I've lost over half of my matches! It's not going to matter after tonight because when we step in that ring, you're gonna be down on your knees, begging for mercy!"
» A little overconfidence never hurt anyone, but this wasn't overconfidence, this was plain arrogance, rudeness, crudeness, and a different side of Jack that could've been avoided if he didn't run into bad luck at Survivor Series.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"After tonight, that International Championship is going to be around my waist while you're going to be lying in a pool of your own blood in the middle of that ring, or possibly somewhere else in this arena. Don't worry, baby, you'll be coming back to where you belong, and that's around my waist."
» Jack threw the microphone down and walked out of the room, shutting off the lights and the door behind him, leaving nothing but darkness to be viewed.
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Scene Five: Preview Match...es
» The crowd within the Caracus Poliedro Arena in Caracus, Venezuela. All they are are little toys having their emotions played with. Will someone they love come out? Will someone they despise come out? Will a match start, an interview be shown, or even a promo unfold before them? That's all they can do; wait patiently while the man holding their strings give them the cue to react. In this case, the men holding their strings is the chairman, who is at the moment Adrian Hart. Without his consent, they really can't do anything but wait. Wait for the uprising.
» As it's always been looked upon as, it was truly silence before the storm. The crowd were all waiting patiently in their seats for something to happen before them. Anything, it didn't matter. They just wanted to see something go on before them, something to give them a reason to cheer, something to give them a reason to boo.
» Then, they were given a reason.
» The song "My Time", as played by Chris Warren, started blasting throughout the speaker system, echoing throughout the arena. They knew exactly who was about to walk out, and they were not pleased about it at all. The lights began flickering rapidly throughout the arena. For someone who was an epileptic, this was not the place to be. Then, the lights shut off. One singular light was visible, shining down from above like a beam of light from heaven at the very top of the entrance way.
» The silence was over, and the storm began.
» Walking out from behind the curtains was Jack Flener, the Hardcore Headliner. Jack looked like he was prepaired for a fight. Long, black tights, black elbow pads, black fingerless gloves, black wrestling boots... just looked like a more traditional wrestler than anything else..
» Of course, the crowd will always give one of three reactions. One, they would completely cheer you until they couldn't no more. Two, they'd be torn between their emotions, not knowing whether to cheer them for some of their actions or boo them for other actions. Then, they'll get aggressive and boo you clear out of the arena.
» One guess as to what the crowd was doing for Jack.
» Jack stood at the very head of the ramp, all the crowd holding up signs showing their loath for him, booing at the top of their lungs. He had a strange look as if he had no emotion to him. He then stared over at the ring and put his half-smile upon his face. He raised one arm up in the air, put in the taunt of Xtreme is Me, seeming to be the sign to God to try and catch something on fire, as pyro blasted from behind him. Flashing lights shined all over the arena of fans taking photography to go home and show their friends and relatives, showing off that they witnessed, and took pictures of, the greatest thing ever to hit World Wrestling Headquarters.
» The darkened lights throughout the arena soon rose back to normal. As they did, Jack started walking down the ramp. Slight heelish taunts was given to the crowd for their displeasure from Jack as he walked down the ramp. If he got his way tonight, there would be no chance for Lucas Burchill to walk away with a win this week.
» It had been a few seconds, and he was at the very bottom of the ramp. He paused briefly before Jack ran forward and jumped up onto the side of the ring, causing an array of pyro to blast from the turnbuckles. The crowd was still booing him on as he continued on. He walked over and grabbed a microphone to speak within. He waited in the middle of the ring for the music to cut off. The music faded off, but the crowd didn't. He signaled for the crowd to shut up, but they didn't listen. Ignoring that fact, he just went on with what he was going to say.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You are all witnessing the rise of your next International Champion, and his name is Jack Flener. You all get to decide how Lucas Burchill will fall in a blaze of embarrasment. Will it be a Last Man Standing match, a Falls Count Anywhere match, or a Submission match?"
» It was obvious that the Venezuelian crowd could not wait for this jackass to head back to the back. They just booed him a little more, but Jack just ignored it and continued.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Well, why should you have to choose? Why not be able to see all three matches happen? Well, I found myself someone who was willing to fight me in all three match types right now! So, come on out from the back!"
» Soon enough, "Whispers in the Dark", as performed by Skillet, began blasting throughout the speaker systems. The Venezuelian crowd got a little anxious to see who the person was to accept the challenge. Would they like him, hate him, or be iffy about him?
» Well, they were gonna find out.
» A man walked from the backstage curtains, standing to look about six foot one, had a nice chiseled body, wavy, long brunette hair, and sported a pair of leather camouflage pants and wrestling boots, nothing else.
» So far, so good for the mysterious person.
» He began running down the ramp, not stopping at all, but going back and forth to each side to give hand slaps to the crowd. Major plus for those sitting front row. Jack just stood in the ring, playfully applauding the kid as he came down. He stepped inside of the ring and climbed a turnbuckle, raising an arm in the air, causing a strange pop from the crowd.
» They seemed to like him.
» His music finally cut off as he came back down from the turnbuckle. The crowd was still cheering slightly as he walked over to Jack, slightly out of breath.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Before we get started, why don't you tell them a little about yourself?"
» He brought the microphone up to the kid's mouth and allowed him to speak. He put his hands at his side and started speaking.
- Brandon Green-
The Divine Enigma
"My name is Brandon Green. I hail from Detroit, Michigan and I'm here to kick some Kentuckian ass!"
» The crowd gave a huge pop as he just smiled and raised his hand in the air. Jack, however, was not impressed by his show of good will to these Venezuelians.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Aren't you just a confident person? Well, let's get a referee down here and we'll start with the Submission match."
» A referee raced down the ramp and went into the ring. He waved his arm toward the time keeper as he rang the bell, officially starting the match.
As soon as the bell rang, Jack superkicked Brandon, knocking him to the ground. He quickly came down and started throwing rights and lefts. Brandon done everything in his power to protect himself, but to no avail. The crowd viciously booed Jack as he done so. As soon as he let off of him, Brandon suddenly tripped Jack, quickly got up, picked Jack up, and tried for a kick to the gut, but Jack caught his foot, tripped him onto his back, and started to apply The Headliner. Brandon kciked him off, however, and caused him to go to a corner. Brandon came up, ran at him, and hit Jack with a rope aided corner dropkick. Jack went down and moaned in pain while Brandon facishly taunted the crowd, causing a roar of cheers from them. He, however, was unaware that Jack had recovered and was waiting in the corner. When he turned around, Jack charged at him with full force and hit him with the Death Note. He then grabbed his legs and locked in The Headliner. It was only a matter of moments before Brandon tapped, allowing Jack the easy victory.
» The referee called for the bell and ending the match. He rose Jack's hand up in victory as the crowd booed him viciously for taking advantage of a new kid. Jack picked up the microphone from the corner, slightly out of breath, and spoke up.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"See that, Lucas? That's exactly what's going to happen if they decide to do the Submission match! Now, let's go on to the Falls Count Anywhere match!"
» Once again, the referee called for the bell and the match started.
Jack just waited in the corner, once again, for Brandon to get up to hit him with another Death Note and end this match quickly. Brandon slowly started to get up and when he was finally on his feet, Jack charged at him, but Brandon stepped to the side and threw him out of the ring. The crowd rose up on cheers as Brandon managed to avoid the second Death Note. He waited for Jack to stand up and once he did, he slingshotted himself over the top rope, trying to go for a crossbody, but Jack shown his strength by catching him in mid air and holding him there. He then swung him around and hit him with a Kentucky Sideslam. The crowd booed as he picked him up and carried him over to the barricade and lifted him up in a suplex position. He placed Brandon's legs on the barricade, leaving hin hanging, Jack still holding onto his head. He looked around, the fans nearest to them begging Jack not to do it, but he hit the B.D.E. Brandon's head bounced against the mats on the ground as the crowd looked on, horrified to his landing, as Jack went for the cover. The referee came out and started the pin count. 1......2......3.
» The kid's not doing so good. The referee called for the bell once again and raised Jack's hand up in the air. He rushed over to where he layed the microphone down and spoke up as the crowd booed him viciously.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"All in a day's work for the Hardcore Headliner. I hope you're paying close attention, Lucas, because that could be your lifeless body later on. Now, we go on to our final match, the Last Man Standing match!"
» He put the microphone back down and grabbed a steel chair, racing back over to where they were as the referee rand the bell once again.
The fans booed toward Jack's evil intentions, but Brandon suddenly came out of nowhere as Jack was about to him and dropkicked the chair into his face! The crowd was very pleased by the will of Brandon. Jack soon revealed that he had been busted open. That, the fans really enjoyed. Brandon planned his next move as he went over toward the barricade and watched to see when Jack was going to stand up. As he did, Brandon climbed the barricade and ran across it and went for a diving clothesline, but Jack suddenly picked up the chair and smashed it into Brandon's face with a loud and harsh impact. The fans all gasped to the brutality that Jack was showing toward the kid tonight. But, it seemed as if he wasn't done. Jack looked under the ring apron and grabbed a garbage can and set it down. He then put a few steel chairs he dragged out from under the ring and stuffed them into the trash can. The referee had been counting on Brandon as he was at five, but Jack stopped the count by picking him off the ground. The fans were decimated by the cold-heartedness they were viewing before their very eyes. Jack kicked him in the gut and placed his arm over his head, hooked his leg, and lifted him high in the air and held him in place for awhile. Fans could be headr begging Jack to reconsider what he was about to do, but it was too late. Jack hit him with a Savage Shot onto the garbage can with steel chairs inside of it. The camera shown a close-up of a small Venezuelian girl, holding her hand up to her mouth in shock at what she just witnessed. The referee stared the ten count as Jack started to celebrate as he knew that would be the finishing touch, wiping the blood around his face.
1......
2......
3......
4......
5......
6......
7......
8......
9......
10!
» The referee called for the bell the third and final time as he raised Jack's hand up in victory once again while the fans viciously booed him. He went over and grabbed the microphone and went back over to Brandon's body and bent over, yelling in his face.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"YOU WANNA HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR AGAIN, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF MICHIGAN WHITE TRASH?!"
» To finish it off, he spit blood in his face while the EMT's rushed down to put the kid on a stretcher and carry him off. The fans were still in shock at what they witnessed, but relieved that it was over. He looked up and put a sadistic smile upon his face as they all booed him.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas Burchill, I hope you were paying close attention to what just transpired before all of these people. Each one was only a small taste of what's to come if that specific match type is chosen for out match. That will be you carried out on a stretcher being carried to the nearest hospital. That will be you who is unconsious, motionless, unresponsive. And that championship you hold is as good as mine. Brandon Green's Death Note has been signed, you're next, Lucas. You can take that to the bank."
» What a self-centered, sadistic asshole he is. "My Time" started playing throughout the arena once more as Jack once again rose his arm up in victory while the crowd booed him out of the arena and off to the backstage area.
THE END
Real Name: Jeffrey "Jeff" Nero Hardy
In Ring Name: Jeff Hardy
Nickname(s):
The Rainbow-Haired Warrior
The Extreme Enigma
The Legend Thriller
Height: 6 foot 1 inch
Weight: 225 pounds
Hometown: Cameron, North Carolina
Resides: Raleigh, North Carolina
Training Show Or Main Roster: Main Roster
Heel Or Face: Face
Entrance Song: "No More Words" by EndeverafteR
SUPERSTAR APPEARANCE (pic of superstar):
Moves
Signature Moves (5 Moves Maximum)
Twist of Fate (Front facelock dropped into a cutter)
Whisper in the Wind (Turnbuckle rebound into a rebound corkscrew senton)
Rope aided corner dropkick
Double leg drop to the groin or midsection
Leg-feed spinning mule kick
Finishing Moves (2 Moves Maximum)
Swanton Bomb (High-angle senton bomb)
Reverse of Fate (Inverted headlock neckbreaker slam)
Personal Information (optional)
Name: Jack Flener
Age: 15
Location: Kentucky
E-fed History: Roleplayed on WWE Wrestling 23, Bound for Glory, DXX: the Rebirth, owned the site Xtreme Wrestling Alliance, and currently roleplay on World Wrestling Headquarters and Evolved: the Rebirth
Championships Held On Other E-feds:
WWE Wrestling 23
» WWE World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy)
» WWE Champion (1 time, as Triple H)
» 2006 Mr. Money in the Bank (1 time, as Triple H)
» WWE Intercontinental Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
» WWE World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy)
» ECW Extreme Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater)
» ECW Hardcore Champion (2 time, as The Ultimater)
» ECW Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy) (First)
» WWE Tag Team Champion [2 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy (1)] - with Madd Dogg (1) (First with Madd Dogg)
» WWE European Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy)
» WWE Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Fly Boy) (First)
WWE 65 Game|WWE Evolved|Evolved: The Rebirth
» WWE World Heavyweight Champion [5 time, as Fly Boy (1), Rob Van Dam (1) and Batista (3)] (First as Fly Boy)
» ETR World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith) - with Tyson North
» WWE Tag Team Champion (1 time, as The Ultimater/Fly Boy)
» ETR Cruiserweight Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith)
Bound for Glory
» BFG World Heavyweight Champion [4 time, as Jack Flener (1), Rob Van Dam (1), Chris Benoit (1), and Batista (1)] (First as Jack Flener)
» BFG Tag Team Champion [4 time, as Jack Flener (1), Rob Van Dam (1), Chris Benoit (1), and Batista (1)] (First as Jack Flener)
» ECW World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Batista)
World Wrestling Headquarters
» WWH ECW World Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Jared Smith)
» WWH Demolition Heavyweight Champion (1 time, as Neutral Shock)
» WWH International Champion (1 time, as Jack Savage)
» WWH No Limits Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
» WWH Demolition Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Angie Willis-Hart) - with Lucky Lawliet
» WWH Hardcore Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener)
Xtreme Wrestling Alliance
» XWA PURE Champion (1 time, as Neutral Shock) (First) (Last)
» XWA World Tag Team Champion (1 time, as Jack Flener) - with Zach Marlow (First) (Last)
Sample Roleplay:
(OOC: I will warn you right now, there is the usage of cuss words and scenes of gore and extremenity)
Roleplay by: "The Hardcore Headliner" Jack Flener
Motivational Song: "Fuck it All" by Slipknot
Number of Words: --/800 words
Match: vs. Lucas Burchill, Last Man Standing/Falls Coutn Anywhere/Submission Match, International Championship
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Prologue
» Shh... listen. Do you hear that? That is the sound of madness. The pencil writing upon pages, creating the book of pain. The suspense of the crowd as they await to see who will walk out of Hard Drive as the International Champion. The jeers of the crowd as they discover that there is a new International Champion in town. And his name... is Jack Flener.
» Not long after winning the International Championship for the first time, Jack was let out on an injury that caused him to lose the International Championship. Now, he is on a mission to regain the championship he never technically lost. The only obstacle in his way: Lucas Burchill. That, and the fact that he will be fighting in an unknown match, as it is the stupid fans' choice.
» It's time to put up or shut up.
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Scene One: Winter Wonderland
» The scene opens up to a field out in only God know's where, blanketed by that of the Gift of Jack Frost. Snow was still falling from the sky, waving down back and forth, gliding across the sky. It looked like a graceful dance being performed by that of a ballerina. It was just a sight that a professional photographer would take and show the whole world some of the beauty of the good old United States of America. At least, if it didn't have an imperfection within it.
» In the very midst of the snowy scenery was Jack Flener. He was dressed for the encounter he knew was going to happen. A blue and white heavy nilon University of Kentucky jacket, a black and blue UK tobogan, a pair of wide snow glasses, UK nilon jeans, and black and white snow boots. His hands were tucked within his coat pockets, slowly pacing himself across the icy, snowy region.
» He looked over toward the camera's view and put his famous half-smile upon his face. He paced himself over toward it, the smile never depleting from his face. It was oblivious the fact that every once in awhile, he would shutter a small bit from the coldness of the air. Pehaps that's why he was walking so slowly, conserving his energy. Once reached to about five feet from the camera, he stopped in his tracks. Suddenly the smile was no longer across his face.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"This is my favorite time of the year, you know it? The holidays are just setting in, snowy goodness falls down from the sky, a blessing from Jack Frost himself. But this year, I can't enjoy my season. Do you know why that is? Because I'm inside all the damn time, preparing for my match against Lucas Burchill coming at Hard Drive, where the fucking fans decide what match type we're gonna fight in!"
» His face suddenly gleamed up with anger, actually melting the snowflakes as they touched his face. The anger soon discontinued, his face turning back to a calm nature.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You know, Lucas, I always knew we'd end up on the other side of the ring against each other. Anytime we'd meet backstage, I'd always have that thought in the back of my head, telling me that someday, it will be me against you, one on one. If I seen you doing a match from my locker room, there that thought is again. Anytime I see your face, like a bolt of lightning, that idea is back inside of my mind. Well, guess what? That time is this Sunday at Hard Drive."
» The mere thought of Hard Drive put that all-too-familiar half-smile upon Jack's face. He took his snowglasses off of his face and tossed them aside. His eyes gazed upwards, then back down to the camera's view.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, you really have no idea what you're getting yourself into, do you? I am a man on a mission; never in my life have I ever been more focused on winning a match. That championship that you wear around your waist, that will soon be back where it should be, and that's around the waist of an uncrowned champion!"
» The anger came back to his face. He put his hands on the side of the camera and put it five inches away from his face, redness actually seen within his eyes.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"I don't care what match type we fight in, whether it be the Last Man Standing match, the Falls Count Anywhere match, the Submission match, hell, I could care less if they suddenly decide to make the match a Barbwire Mayhem match. These days are dwendling down, and I'm counting them one by one. You better enjoy your title reign while you can, Lucas, because your time is running out. Tick, tock, tick, tock..."
» Then, out of nowhere, he began to start a maniacle laugh, like a laugh that the likes of which only few people, such as Kane, The Boogeyman, or The Joker, could pull off. He tossed the camera lightly to the side and fell back onto the blanket of snow, still laughing, pounding his fists into the ground, revealing that he actually wasn't wearing glioves, and kicking the snow around. It's possible that the International Championship has made him insane.
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Scene Two: Taking Out His Valuables
» The scene opens back up to a mansion-type home out in Alberta, Canada. From the looks of it, it seemed to be the home of Lucas Burchill. If it wasn't, there would be no telling who could live in a house like that. Out in the huge front yard were statues of Lucas and of money symbols. The yard was cut perfectly, the hedges were trimmed to a tee, the all-too-famous white stretch-limo was over in the driveway. There was no way it belonged to someone else.
» Out from the corner of the house came walking out a mysterious man with a big black bag. His identity was unknown, as he was wearing a black ski mask and full matching black clothes. He grabbed the bag and started carrying it all the way out to the pavement and tossed it into an orange 2004 Mitsubishi Eclipse. Wait, an orange Eclipse? There was only one person it could be. "The Hardcore Headliner" Jack Flener.
» After tossing it into the back of the car, he ran up to the driver's side, entered in, buckled his seatbelt, started up the engine, and raced on down the road, driving all the way off to some abandoned parking lot. He shut the engine off and stepped out of the car, pulling off the ski mask to reveal that it was him while grabbing the bag in the back and tossing it out into the open.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, for someone who's so freakin' rich, your security sucks. I was able to just walk into your house and grab whatever I wanted. I've done some research on you recently, and I must say, you're hard to dig dirt up on. You're not close to anyone, so that completely took out the idea of kidnapping that person and brutally attacking them, video taping the attack and sending it to you, so I got the next best thing..."
» He walked over to the bag and undone the knot. The opening of the bag suddenly tumbled over and revealed hundred dollar bills, looking to be at least $10,000,000 worth of them. A big smile came across his face as he revealed the contents.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"That's right -- I took your money! The most precious thing that you hold for yourself. Don't lie about it either, you tightwad. Remember, money's not everything -- it's the only thing! Here it is, Lucas. $10,000,000 just from your house, stolen not but five minutes ago. You hold something I want, and I hold something you find the most important thing there ever was. Except there's one difference. One can, and will be, taken back. The other... well, why don't you just watch for yourself?"
» Jack walked away and grabbed an empty beer bottle, then found a stashed-away bottle of gasoline. He poured some of it into the bottle, filling it up about half way, then put a paper towel inside of it, leaving half of it hanging from the neck. Then, he looked up and raised his eyebrows up and down, pulling out a box of matches. He grabbed one and lit it up, then caught the paper towel on fire. You could then hear him lightly say "Say good-bye!", then tossed the now-flaming molotov right beside the bag, causing it to explode in a flaming glory, catching the bag and the money on fire. He waved to the money as saying good-bye to it.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Bon voyage, money! See, what'd I tell you? One was going to be given back while the other would not. That over there is $10,000,000 dollars in cash money burning away into the December sky. Don't you just love the smell of burning money? Oh man, shouldn't have had all that Mountain Dew..."
» Suddenly, he walked on over to the fire and turned his back to the camera's view. A zipping noise was heard lightly in the background of the flames, then a stream of yellow liquid could be seen flowing. Jack, obviously, was now pissing all over the burning money. Sizzling sounds could be heard coming from the flames. Jack just made noises as if enjoying and being pleased by doing this action.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Oh God, you don't know how long I've been holding this in, Lucas! I saved this all just for the right moment, and it's finally here! I've been waiting so long to piss all over your most valued posession in your life! Kumbaya, my Lord, KUMBAYA, BITCH!"
» Once he was through, he just walked away, pointing and laughing at the pissy, burning bag of Lucas' cash, went over to his Eclipse, and drove off, his laugh still loud and clear to be heard. The scene cut off focused on the bag still burning into the night fall.
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Scene Three: Empty Arena
» An empty arena... that's not something seen everyday. It was still a day before they would be ready to start the pay-per view, so the Caracus Poliedro Arena was still pretty empty. There were a few workers down toward the ring area where they were making plans for what they were going to do and how everything was going to be planned and whatnot.
» Up in the rafters sat Jack Flener upon one of the steel benches, his legs spread out a little and his hands tucked across his gut. Compared to what he had been seen in recently, he looked relatively normal. He was still wearing the tobogan from the winter wonderland, but that was the only thing similar about any of his outfits. Resting over his body was a black shirt with a green skull on it while his legs were covered by a relatively tight pair of denim jeans. Slightly being covered by the legs were his white and black NSS'. He was quiet, thoughtful, peaceful. A change from what he had been usually seen as.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Just down there, they are getting prepared for the most interactive pay-per view WWH has ever seen, Hard Drive. They are making plans for the ring where I will go one-on-one with the International Champion, Lucas Burchill, for that title he wears around his waist. I've talked a lot of trash and I burned and pissed on $10,000,000 of his money, but tomorrow, I finally get my chance to put those words into action."
» Jack stared into the wide open, apparently in some kind of state of mind that makes him seem... average. Not psycopathic, scitzophrenic, mental, delusional. Just ordinary as any fan is.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, you don't know how important this match is to me. Ever since Survivor Series, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but I continually keep on running into bad luck. It's like some jypsy has cursed me. The only match I've won since then is that tag team match with Christopher Lambert, and I'll admit, he pulled the team a little."
» Where was he going with this? It's not usual to talk about your misfortunes when trying to prepare yourself for quite possibly the biggest match of your career. It puts you in a bad state of mind.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"But, all that is doing is fueling my passion. That simple fact has made me work so much harder than I usually do to get this win. I'm willing to do anything to win this match. That title will soon go back around my waist. That's not a promise, that's a guarantee. Lucas, you're lucky to even be able to go to Hard Drive."
» What? Has he gone mental again? Does he even know what he's speaking about? He stood up and walked forward a little, leaning over the guard rail and staring out. Let's hope his bad luck doesn't catch up to him now. That's a pretty nasty fall if he were to go over that rail.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"At Tribute to the Troops, you seen it. They all seen it. I came after you with a steel chair and I meant to take you out of the equation with that chair. But you lucked out and was able to avoid that chair shot. Too bad Jeff wasn't that lucky. That chair shot I delivered to him will only be a paper cut compared to what I'm going to do to you at the pay-per view. My bad luck will run out and I will regain what's rightfully mine."
» Suddenly, he pushed himself away from the guard rail and jumped on top of it, balancing himself with his arms outstretched. Oh my God, he's a crazy man. What the hell does he think he's doing or proving by being up there like that?
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas, it's going to be me and you for the International Championship tomorrow. My luck will run out. My luck has run out. Want proof? Let's hope I can be just like Jeff Hardy and survive huge jumps."
» Suddenly, he jumped forward as if doing a Swanton Bomb. The camera rushed forward to catch the jump and when looking down, the bastard had set up this whole thing all along. About a hundred feet below them was a huge stunt air bag blown up to full capacity. Minutes later, the camera was back beside Jack, who was unscathed by the fall. He just gave his half-smile, satisfied that he had proven his point, and walked away.
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Scene Four: Pay-Per View Interview
» The scene re-opens to the backstage area of the arena, about eight hours before Hard Drive was to air, where Jeremy Borash is standing outside of Jack Flener's locker room. He has a microphone in his hand, so it's obvious that he wants an interview. Jeremy opened the door and walked inside, where Jack was sitting upon a steel chair.
Jeremy Borash: "Pardon me, Jack, but I was wondering if I could get an interview from you about your match with Lucas Burchill later tonight?"
» Jack stared up at him with a small anger in his eye, angered by the mentioning of his name. He stood up, towering over him by a good five inches, as Jeremy just held the microphone up to his mouth for him to speak.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You want something from me, Borash? Hand me that microphone and get out of my locker room before it's your head indention in this steel chair I'm sitting on!"
» Without a word, Jeremy handed over the microphone and hurried out of the locker room. Jack just stared as he paced himself out of the room and stared on to the camera, speaking within the microphone.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Time's up, Burchill. Your reign as International Champion is about to come to an end. All you have to look forward to is how I'm going to beat you. Am I going to pulverize you to a bloody mess until you can no longer stand in a Last Man Standing match? Am I going to beat you all the way to Russia and back in a Falls Count Anywhere match? Or am I going to make you tap out right in the middle of that ring in a Submission match? Only time will tell."
» Well, it seems like Jack Flener has went back to his usual, arrogant, delusional self. No longer the calm man back in the empty arena. Knew it wouldn't last that long.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Trust me when I tell you that you're going to wish that Jason Krow hospitalized me in that match we had at T4! Because now, you're going to be the one that will be hospitalized! I don't care if you've only lost one match and won eight others. I don't care that I've lost over half of my matches! It's not going to matter after tonight because when we step in that ring, you're gonna be down on your knees, begging for mercy!"
» A little overconfidence never hurt anyone, but this wasn't overconfidence, this was plain arrogance, rudeness, crudeness, and a different side of Jack that could've been avoided if he didn't run into bad luck at Survivor Series.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"After tonight, that International Championship is going to be around my waist while you're going to be lying in a pool of your own blood in the middle of that ring, or possibly somewhere else in this arena. Don't worry, baby, you'll be coming back to where you belong, and that's around my waist."
» Jack threw the microphone down and walked out of the room, shutting off the lights and the door behind him, leaving nothing but darkness to be viewed.
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Scene Five: Preview Match...es
» The crowd within the Caracus Poliedro Arena in Caracus, Venezuela. All they are are little toys having their emotions played with. Will someone they love come out? Will someone they despise come out? Will a match start, an interview be shown, or even a promo unfold before them? That's all they can do; wait patiently while the man holding their strings give them the cue to react. In this case, the men holding their strings is the chairman, who is at the moment Adrian Hart. Without his consent, they really can't do anything but wait. Wait for the uprising.
» As it's always been looked upon as, it was truly silence before the storm. The crowd were all waiting patiently in their seats for something to happen before them. Anything, it didn't matter. They just wanted to see something go on before them, something to give them a reason to cheer, something to give them a reason to boo.
» Then, they were given a reason.
» The song "My Time", as played by Chris Warren, started blasting throughout the speaker system, echoing throughout the arena. They knew exactly who was about to walk out, and they were not pleased about it at all. The lights began flickering rapidly throughout the arena. For someone who was an epileptic, this was not the place to be. Then, the lights shut off. One singular light was visible, shining down from above like a beam of light from heaven at the very top of the entrance way.
» The silence was over, and the storm began.
» Walking out from behind the curtains was Jack Flener, the Hardcore Headliner. Jack looked like he was prepaired for a fight. Long, black tights, black elbow pads, black fingerless gloves, black wrestling boots... just looked like a more traditional wrestler than anything else..
» Of course, the crowd will always give one of three reactions. One, they would completely cheer you until they couldn't no more. Two, they'd be torn between their emotions, not knowing whether to cheer them for some of their actions or boo them for other actions. Then, they'll get aggressive and boo you clear out of the arena.
» One guess as to what the crowd was doing for Jack.
» Jack stood at the very head of the ramp, all the crowd holding up signs showing their loath for him, booing at the top of their lungs. He had a strange look as if he had no emotion to him. He then stared over at the ring and put his half-smile upon his face. He raised one arm up in the air, put in the taunt of Xtreme is Me, seeming to be the sign to God to try and catch something on fire, as pyro blasted from behind him. Flashing lights shined all over the arena of fans taking photography to go home and show their friends and relatives, showing off that they witnessed, and took pictures of, the greatest thing ever to hit World Wrestling Headquarters.
» The darkened lights throughout the arena soon rose back to normal. As they did, Jack started walking down the ramp. Slight heelish taunts was given to the crowd for their displeasure from Jack as he walked down the ramp. If he got his way tonight, there would be no chance for Lucas Burchill to walk away with a win this week.
» It had been a few seconds, and he was at the very bottom of the ramp. He paused briefly before Jack ran forward and jumped up onto the side of the ring, causing an array of pyro to blast from the turnbuckles. The crowd was still booing him on as he continued on. He walked over and grabbed a microphone to speak within. He waited in the middle of the ring for the music to cut off. The music faded off, but the crowd didn't. He signaled for the crowd to shut up, but they didn't listen. Ignoring that fact, he just went on with what he was going to say.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"You are all witnessing the rise of your next International Champion, and his name is Jack Flener. You all get to decide how Lucas Burchill will fall in a blaze of embarrasment. Will it be a Last Man Standing match, a Falls Count Anywhere match, or a Submission match?"
» It was obvious that the Venezuelian crowd could not wait for this jackass to head back to the back. They just booed him a little more, but Jack just ignored it and continued.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Well, why should you have to choose? Why not be able to see all three matches happen? Well, I found myself someone who was willing to fight me in all three match types right now! So, come on out from the back!"
» Soon enough, "Whispers in the Dark", as performed by Skillet, began blasting throughout the speaker systems. The Venezuelian crowd got a little anxious to see who the person was to accept the challenge. Would they like him, hate him, or be iffy about him?
» Well, they were gonna find out.
» A man walked from the backstage curtains, standing to look about six foot one, had a nice chiseled body, wavy, long brunette hair, and sported a pair of leather camouflage pants and wrestling boots, nothing else.
» So far, so good for the mysterious person.
» He began running down the ramp, not stopping at all, but going back and forth to each side to give hand slaps to the crowd. Major plus for those sitting front row. Jack just stood in the ring, playfully applauding the kid as he came down. He stepped inside of the ring and climbed a turnbuckle, raising an arm in the air, causing a strange pop from the crowd.
» They seemed to like him.
» His music finally cut off as he came back down from the turnbuckle. The crowd was still cheering slightly as he walked over to Jack, slightly out of breath.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Before we get started, why don't you tell them a little about yourself?"
» He brought the microphone up to the kid's mouth and allowed him to speak. He put his hands at his side and started speaking.
- Brandon Green-
The Divine Enigma
"My name is Brandon Green. I hail from Detroit, Michigan and I'm here to kick some Kentuckian ass!"
» The crowd gave a huge pop as he just smiled and raised his hand in the air. Jack, however, was not impressed by his show of good will to these Venezuelians.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Aren't you just a confident person? Well, let's get a referee down here and we'll start with the Submission match."
» A referee raced down the ramp and went into the ring. He waved his arm toward the time keeper as he rang the bell, officially starting the match.
As soon as the bell rang, Jack superkicked Brandon, knocking him to the ground. He quickly came down and started throwing rights and lefts. Brandon done everything in his power to protect himself, but to no avail. The crowd viciously booed Jack as he done so. As soon as he let off of him, Brandon suddenly tripped Jack, quickly got up, picked Jack up, and tried for a kick to the gut, but Jack caught his foot, tripped him onto his back, and started to apply The Headliner. Brandon kciked him off, however, and caused him to go to a corner. Brandon came up, ran at him, and hit Jack with a rope aided corner dropkick. Jack went down and moaned in pain while Brandon facishly taunted the crowd, causing a roar of cheers from them. He, however, was unaware that Jack had recovered and was waiting in the corner. When he turned around, Jack charged at him with full force and hit him with the Death Note. He then grabbed his legs and locked in The Headliner. It was only a matter of moments before Brandon tapped, allowing Jack the easy victory.
» The referee called for the bell and ending the match. He rose Jack's hand up in victory as the crowd booed him viciously for taking advantage of a new kid. Jack picked up the microphone from the corner, slightly out of breath, and spoke up.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"See that, Lucas? That's exactly what's going to happen if they decide to do the Submission match! Now, let's go on to the Falls Count Anywhere match!"
» Once again, the referee called for the bell and the match started.
Jack just waited in the corner, once again, for Brandon to get up to hit him with another Death Note and end this match quickly. Brandon slowly started to get up and when he was finally on his feet, Jack charged at him, but Brandon stepped to the side and threw him out of the ring. The crowd rose up on cheers as Brandon managed to avoid the second Death Note. He waited for Jack to stand up and once he did, he slingshotted himself over the top rope, trying to go for a crossbody, but Jack shown his strength by catching him in mid air and holding him there. He then swung him around and hit him with a Kentucky Sideslam. The crowd booed as he picked him up and carried him over to the barricade and lifted him up in a suplex position. He placed Brandon's legs on the barricade, leaving hin hanging, Jack still holding onto his head. He looked around, the fans nearest to them begging Jack not to do it, but he hit the B.D.E. Brandon's head bounced against the mats on the ground as the crowd looked on, horrified to his landing, as Jack went for the cover. The referee came out and started the pin count. 1......2......3.
» The kid's not doing so good. The referee called for the bell once again and raised Jack's hand up in the air. He rushed over to where he layed the microphone down and spoke up as the crowd booed him viciously.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"All in a day's work for the Hardcore Headliner. I hope you're paying close attention, Lucas, because that could be your lifeless body later on. Now, we go on to our final match, the Last Man Standing match!"
» He put the microphone back down and grabbed a steel chair, racing back over to where they were as the referee rand the bell once again.
The fans booed toward Jack's evil intentions, but Brandon suddenly came out of nowhere as Jack was about to him and dropkicked the chair into his face! The crowd was very pleased by the will of Brandon. Jack soon revealed that he had been busted open. That, the fans really enjoyed. Brandon planned his next move as he went over toward the barricade and watched to see when Jack was going to stand up. As he did, Brandon climbed the barricade and ran across it and went for a diving clothesline, but Jack suddenly picked up the chair and smashed it into Brandon's face with a loud and harsh impact. The fans all gasped to the brutality that Jack was showing toward the kid tonight. But, it seemed as if he wasn't done. Jack looked under the ring apron and grabbed a garbage can and set it down. He then put a few steel chairs he dragged out from under the ring and stuffed them into the trash can. The referee had been counting on Brandon as he was at five, but Jack stopped the count by picking him off the ground. The fans were decimated by the cold-heartedness they were viewing before their very eyes. Jack kicked him in the gut and placed his arm over his head, hooked his leg, and lifted him high in the air and held him in place for awhile. Fans could be headr begging Jack to reconsider what he was about to do, but it was too late. Jack hit him with a Savage Shot onto the garbage can with steel chairs inside of it. The camera shown a close-up of a small Venezuelian girl, holding her hand up to her mouth in shock at what she just witnessed. The referee stared the ten count as Jack started to celebrate as he knew that would be the finishing touch, wiping the blood around his face.
1......
2......
3......
4......
5......
6......
7......
8......
9......
10!
» The referee called for the bell the third and final time as he raised Jack's hand up in victory once again while the fans viciously booed him. He went over and grabbed the microphone and went back over to Brandon's body and bent over, yelling in his face.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"YOU WANNA HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR AGAIN, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF MICHIGAN WHITE TRASH?!"
» To finish it off, he spit blood in his face while the EMT's rushed down to put the kid on a stretcher and carry him off. The fans were still in shock at what they witnessed, but relieved that it was over. He looked up and put a sadistic smile upon his face as they all booed him.
xXJack|☠|FlenerXx
"Lucas Burchill, I hope you were paying close attention to what just transpired before all of these people. Each one was only a small taste of what's to come if that specific match type is chosen for out match. That will be you carried out on a stretcher being carried to the nearest hospital. That will be you who is unconsious, motionless, unresponsive. And that championship you hold is as good as mine. Brandon Green's Death Note has been signed, you're next, Lucas. You can take that to the bank."
» What a self-centered, sadistic asshole he is. "My Time" started playing throughout the arena once more as Jack once again rose his arm up in victory while the crowd booed him out of the arena and off to the backstage area.
THE END