Jakob Davis was enchanted. Awestruck. Amazed. All those and so much more, as he had looked at the love of his life.
(06-30-2016, 10:58 PM)Ginger Snaps Said: Jakob Davis, hi. How are you? Are you having a pleasant day today? I hope you are.
It was as if whatever God that ruled over this domain had finally granted Jakob a gift thanks to joining XWF due to his father's whimsical desires. Finally, after one successful match and a couple of outings that ultimately resulted in failure for the young up-and-comer, he saw one thing that no matter what would make his time as an XWF superstar. Ginger's fiery red hair represented the passion in Jakob's heart, and it made him want to do anything for her. Anything, so long as it would allow her to experience the emotions he was going through.
Then, like all other good things in life, those thoughts were brought to a halt when he realized he was wrestling her.
"Ugh," Jakob groaned as he bashed his head down onto the laptop, the resulting thud echoing across the dining room he was currently sitting in. Suddenly feeling a rumble signifying that his phone received a text, Jakob picked it up and noticed it was from Gavin.
Gavin: Hey, what's up? :D
You: Nothing much, watching Ginger's promo.
Gavin: Find out where your Dad is?
Jakob deadpanned-- the police had no success tracking him. His bank account was frozen, his friends had no idea where he could have been, and the man himself was of no help. However, it seemed as if Tim had managed to find a stockpile of food hidden somewhere which would keep him fed for an undisclosed amount of time, so he was currently holed up wherever he was until the police could find him. Despite this, Tim repeatedly sent Jakob text messages asking Jakob to find him. Deciding to be honest, Jakob texted back to Gavin--
You: The police seem to have no idea as to where his current location is.
Gavin: And that doesn't bother you at all?
You: Of course it does. But I can't exactly go looking for him at the moment. The police have zero leads, and whenever I offered to help, Dad just keeps saying focus on your match.
Gavin: Speaking of, are you nervous at all?
You: Maybe I am. Ginger's an established name here, and I feel like locking eyes with her would make my hairs stand on end from the excitement.
Jakob told a half-truth there; it would be out of love, not for excitement. Gavin seemed to realize that Jakob was bullshitting him there.
Gavin: You getting excited over a match?
Gavin: That's a new one.
You: Well, there's a first time for everything.
Gavin: Sure there's something you're not telling me? ^^
You: I don't know what you're talking about.
Gavin: Uh-huh. Listen, I'm coming over.
You: Why?
Gavin: Do I need a reason? I'm your best friend
Gavin: Besides, someone's gotta fill in for your old man in terms of doing your trash
Jakob didn't even think about cutting a promo. He wasn't the type to do such things, preferring action over words. Still, the words his father said about getting a mental advantage over your opponent would hold true. Despite this, if given a choice Jakob wouldn't say a foul word about the love of his life.
You: Ah, alright. I assume you're coming ASAP?
Gavin: Of course. We're cutting that promo first thing! :)
You: Alright, alright.
Jakob leaned back in his chair, before looking at Ginger again, knowing he was going to be in for a heck of a match.
"Bloody hell mate, it's good to see you," Gavin smiled as he stepped through the front door. Jakob smiled himself too, eager ot see his old friend back.
"I hope you're alright," Jakob said. "Can I get you anything, or..?"
"Nah, I'm good," Gavin responded. "I'd rather just get this promo done then help you prepare for your match. After all, your old man would want you to become the next Hart Champ and get your Pay-Per-View moment."
"I'm shocked you're taking my new occupation so seriously," Jakob smiled. However, Gavin looked almost flabbergasted.
"You shouldn't be shocked. After all, you know I'm a huge XWF fan, and the fact that my best friend since childhood is now apart of said federation, well... it's driving me wild," Gavin chuckled before clapping his hands together. "Right, well! We better get this promo started if we know what's good for us! Tell me Jakob, where do you keep your camera again?"
"Right, follow me. If you're going to be taking over my father for the time being, you might as well know where all the filming equipment is for when my father cuts promos for me," Jakob said, leading Gavin to a place off-camera.
"Ginger fucking Snaps. How are you doing? Fucking terrible, I hope. You're the biggest bitch I've ever seen, and I've gone to shows where I saw Peter Gilmour live in person. Jesus, that guy loves to whine. Anyway. It seems you've taken to underestimate my boy, even though he's gotten his name out there quicker than you ever have. Sure, you might have gotten to win the Hart title on your debut, beating our current Universal Champion, but what did you do after said win? You didn't do anything beneficial, that's for damned sure. You basically immediately dropped the title to Archyle, and you couldn't even regain it in a match at Relentless. Said match was a scramble that included the likes of Peter Gilmour, John Black, and the man who went on to win it, Maverick. Holy shit. You lost to a bedshitter who doesn't even have his genitals OR his nipples anymore."
"Why are you still a thing? You've literally haven't done anything that will go down in the record books, yet you insist that your little worth-nothing reign as Hart Champion actually means something. Sorry to rain on your parade, honey, but no one cares anymore. For your information, that reign was all the way back last year. My boy Jakob is looking towards the future, as we're now in mid-2016. Face it, you soulless bitch. No one is expecting you're winning this match, and for good reason. If you can't even defeat fucking Maverick, of all people, then you've got no business in an XWF ring. Who do you suck off to continue staying here? Seriously, I want to know so I can hire a hooker so I can get into here. My boy Jakob may have gotten hit with a few fluke losses is all, but he made it to the Final 3, almost lasting as long as an established name in Frodo Smackins. Meanwhile, you just continually come back from the dead once in a while and make it seem like you matter, which you don't."
"The only thing you can boast is that Hart title reign, and like was previously mentioned, no one cares anymore. You're living a life that shadows what you seem to make yourself out to be. You're no one, and you will likely continue to be no one. Jakob Davis, on the other hand? He's likely going to become one of those 'Summer Stars' before being a Franchise Player of the future. You know, Summer Star? Like Trax, or Bourbon when they were any good? How about Gator or Lane? Those are top names signed during the summer who eventually go on to stake a name for themselves within the company, current status not being withheld at the moment."
"Ginger Snaps is just a woman of the past, and at Saturday Night Savage, my boy Jakob is just merely going to confirm that."
"So, how did I do, Jakob?" Gavin merely chuckled as the camera finally went to black.
"You didn't do that bad," Jakob complimented.
"Heh, really? I'm sure I didn't do that great. I was just riffing. Compared to your dad, who seems to plan out his promos, and my trash talk was a joke." Gavin said.
"Nah. No offense to him, but whenever my father tries cutting trash he usually fails." Jakob shook his head.
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