Post by The Human Cancer on Jul 14, 2008 18:04:45 GMT -5
WWER's Monday Night RAW had just returned from a commercial break, and we are brought to ringside with Jim "JR" Ross and Jerry "The King" Lawler getting ready to introduce the upcoming match. Before JR could get his mouth open however, Nothingface's "Beneath" hit the PA, followed by a wash of cheers from the Anaheim crowd. The Emo Warrior himself, Jimmy Jacobs, emerged on the RAW stage in his usual Age of the Fall garb of white tights, a white suit jacket, black boots, and a knee brace wrapped on his right leg. He seemed to show no emotion, not even a smile as he began his trot down the ramp with his head hung low, not even acknowledging the fans screaming and reaching out for a high-five.
*~Lillian Garcia~*
Please welcome at this time, Jimmy Jacobs!
Jimmy continued to the ring and up the steps, his head still low as he climbed the steps, and slid himself between the top two ropes of the ring. Once in, he made his way to Lillian Garcia, who handed him her mic. "Beneath" died down, and Jimmy raised his head, along with the mic to his mouth.
Jim "JR" Ross
Jimmy doesn't seem right, King...
Jerry "The King" Lawler
I know what you mean, JR! He usually has a lot more energy now that he and Becky are back together!
After a few dragging moments, the audience finally quieted as Jimmy prepared himself to speak.
.::]The Emo Warrior |
Jimmy Jacobs | The Emo King[::.
After what has transpired in the last few weeks, I've often thought to myself, "Did I make the right choice?". This question has been floating around my mind every day since I've left S.E.X.; and to tell you the truth, I did. Punk was right to drop Becky on her skull! I took he and Russo for granted, and look what has happened now... I'm left with nothing; no Intercontinental Championship, no people to back me up, nothing! So, I guess what I'm out here to do is ask for Punk and Russo to please come down here, so I can apologize to them face to face.
Jimmy lowered his mic, and he, as well at the Anaheim fans, turned towards the stage awaiting S.E.X.'s arrival.
S!
E!
X!
Sex sells!
Everyone immediately broke into boos and obscenities at the group, although they were yet to appear on the stage. "Sex Sells" played for a solid thirty seconds, Jimmy growing evermore confused at why they haven't arrived yet. Without notice, a man in a black hoodie and jeans had jumped the barricade by the announcer's table, and slid into the ring. Jimmy didn't notice, and kept his eyes on the stage while the mystery man waited silently for Jimmy to turn around. He finally did, but was met with a swift kick to the gut, followed by a hard, sweeping DDT. The man picked up Jimmy's mic, and waved S.E.X. on down. They came, with Punk, Russo, and Sable in the lead, followed by JTG and Morgan carrying a wooden cross on their shoulders. Sable and Russo climbed the steps, while Punk hopped onto the apron on his right knee, and slid himself between the ropes. JTG and Matt slid the giant cross under the bottom rope, and followed it. Once S.E.X. was in the ring, JTG and Matt exited once more, and began searching under the apron. The mystery man mounted Jimmy, and began to strike his head with his heavily taped hands. Matt and JTG came back in, sliding a L made of three 2x4s under the bottom rope. Jimmy had begun to bleed, and the mystery man wiped his forehead clean, and smeared the blood on his shadowed face. Matt, JTG, and the man dragged a motionless Jimmy to the cross and strapped him on. Matt Morgan stood it up, while he and the other man stood the L up. Matt placed the cross on the L, and S.E.X. surrounded the cross while the mystery attacker took a place in front of it.
.::]
[::.
Whining gets you nothing...
The man threw his hood back, to reveal that it was Punk's old mentor, RaVen! his face was covered in Jimmy's blood as a sick smirk arose on the ECW Original's face. The sea of people in The Pond broke from a shocked silence, to a loud chorus of boos mixed with random yellings of "RaVen sucks!". He only smirked more while he placed the mic to his lips.
.::]The Demented One | RaVen | The Tormented Soul[::.
Go ahead and boo me all you want. I did you people a favor! I guess I should be used to being insulted for helping you fucking idiots! You wanted someone to take out S.E.X., someone with a backbone! What did you get? A spineless boy who came groveling back to what he left behind. You people may view him as a martyr for "defending" Becky Bayless, but we are the martyrs, and you, you all are our prosecutors! S.E.X. is here to make sure trash like this never makes it inside this ring, yet you boo us and root for those who are needing, begging, to be removed! Jimmy Jacobs has fallen in S.E.X.... And in his place stands me. Whether you know it or not, I am here to save you. You are the fallen, and I am your Moses! One way or another, you will follow me to the city of shadows. I WILL set you free! Quote the RaVen, nevermore!
RaVen handed the mic off to Russo, who moved to where RaVen once stood. RaVen gazed up at Jimmy with a scowl, and laid a hard palm across his face, along with a wad of spit as he struck the crucifix pose.
Vince Russo
Jimmy Jacobs! You're fired!
"Psychosocial" by Slipknot, RaVen's theme, hit the PA as the scene faded out.
*~Lillian Garcia~*
Please welcome at this time, Jimmy Jacobs!
Jimmy continued to the ring and up the steps, his head still low as he climbed the steps, and slid himself between the top two ropes of the ring. Once in, he made his way to Lillian Garcia, who handed him her mic. "Beneath" died down, and Jimmy raised his head, along with the mic to his mouth.
Jim "JR" Ross
Jimmy doesn't seem right, King...
Jerry "The King" Lawler
I know what you mean, JR! He usually has a lot more energy now that he and Becky are back together!
After a few dragging moments, the audience finally quieted as Jimmy prepared himself to speak.
.::]The Emo Warrior |
Jimmy Jacobs | The Emo King[::.After what has transpired in the last few weeks, I've often thought to myself, "Did I make the right choice?". This question has been floating around my mind every day since I've left S.E.X.; and to tell you the truth, I did. Punk was right to drop Becky on her skull! I took he and Russo for granted, and look what has happened now... I'm left with nothing; no Intercontinental Championship, no people to back me up, nothing! So, I guess what I'm out here to do is ask for Punk and Russo to please come down here, so I can apologize to them face to face.
Jimmy lowered his mic, and he, as well at the Anaheim fans, turned towards the stage awaiting S.E.X.'s arrival.
S!
E!
X!
Sex sells!
Everyone immediately broke into boos and obscenities at the group, although they were yet to appear on the stage. "Sex Sells" played for a solid thirty seconds, Jimmy growing evermore confused at why they haven't arrived yet. Without notice, a man in a black hoodie and jeans had jumped the barricade by the announcer's table, and slid into the ring. Jimmy didn't notice, and kept his eyes on the stage while the mystery man waited silently for Jimmy to turn around. He finally did, but was met with a swift kick to the gut, followed by a hard, sweeping DDT. The man picked up Jimmy's mic, and waved S.E.X. on down. They came, with Punk, Russo, and Sable in the lead, followed by JTG and Morgan carrying a wooden cross on their shoulders. Sable and Russo climbed the steps, while Punk hopped onto the apron on his right knee, and slid himself between the ropes. JTG and Matt slid the giant cross under the bottom rope, and followed it. Once S.E.X. was in the ring, JTG and Matt exited once more, and began searching under the apron. The mystery man mounted Jimmy, and began to strike his head with his heavily taped hands. Matt and JTG came back in, sliding a L made of three 2x4s under the bottom rope. Jimmy had begun to bleed, and the mystery man wiped his forehead clean, and smeared the blood on his shadowed face. Matt, JTG, and the man dragged a motionless Jimmy to the cross and strapped him on. Matt Morgan stood it up, while he and the other man stood the L up. Matt placed the cross on the L, and S.E.X. surrounded the cross while the mystery attacker took a place in front of it.
.::]
[::.Whining gets you nothing...
The man threw his hood back, to reveal that it was Punk's old mentor, RaVen! his face was covered in Jimmy's blood as a sick smirk arose on the ECW Original's face. The sea of people in The Pond broke from a shocked silence, to a loud chorus of boos mixed with random yellings of "RaVen sucks!". He only smirked more while he placed the mic to his lips.
.::]The Demented One |
RaVen | The Tormented Soul[::.Go ahead and boo me all you want. I did you people a favor! I guess I should be used to being insulted for helping you fucking idiots! You wanted someone to take out S.E.X., someone with a backbone! What did you get? A spineless boy who came groveling back to what he left behind. You people may view him as a martyr for "defending" Becky Bayless, but we are the martyrs, and you, you all are our prosecutors! S.E.X. is here to make sure trash like this never makes it inside this ring, yet you boo us and root for those who are needing, begging, to be removed! Jimmy Jacobs has fallen in S.E.X.... And in his place stands me. Whether you know it or not, I am here to save you. You are the fallen, and I am your Moses! One way or another, you will follow me to the city of shadows. I WILL set you free! Quote the RaVen, nevermore!
RaVen handed the mic off to Russo, who moved to where RaVen once stood. RaVen gazed up at Jimmy with a scowl, and laid a hard palm across his face, along with a wad of spit as he struck the crucifix pose.
Vince Russo
Jimmy Jacobs! You're fired!
"Psychosocial" by Slipknot, RaVen's theme, hit the PA as the scene faded out.
