When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. This was undoubtedly the standard in life. Little did young Jakob Davis know that when he woke up, Vincent Lane gave him quite the lemons to work with.

"Ugh... my head..." came the low moan from Jakob Davis, the camera fixed solely on his closed eyes. As soon as they drag themselves open however, the camera zooms out, revealing an empty boiler room.

How odd, Jakob thought. Ghost Tank must have already left. Suddenly, a thought came to him. How long was I out for?! Looking around, Jakob saw only the architecture of the boiler room, the low hiss of the steam, and the carnage throughout the room as a result of the war that went down between Jakob Davis, Ghost Tank and Thaddeus Duke last Warfare.

Jakob quickly patted himself down for his cell phone, but then quickly facepalmed-- he just had a match, why would he have his cell phone on him?! Sighing, he marched out, trying to get back to his locker room. Slowly, he recognized these halls. They were the halls he was brawling with Duke down. He could remember being strangled in Duke's grip, pounded multiple times...

Just remembering that make Jakob grimace. He racked his brain around, trying to remember where his locker room was...

"Hey, Jakob!" a singular voice reached out to him, breaking the silence that hung around Jakob for so long. The owner of the voice was none other than current XWF owner Vincent Lane.

"Mm?" Jakob turned, greeting the owner. "Oh, Vincent! Is there anything you needed?"

"I was looking for you, dude! We've only got production members here now, everyone mostly just packed up and left."

Jakob blinked, standing in disbelief. "You... were looking for me?" After being responded to via a quick nod from Lane, Jakob continued. "But... why?"

"It was because of your match, dude! Remember? Against that Pest-wannabe Thaddeus and Ghost Tank?"

"Oh, um... yes."

"Good. Even though you came up short, you really impressed me. In your first match back, you were prepared to beat Ghost Tank, one of the two people who beat you in one of your two last matches here, had it not been for Thaddeus. And that kind of improvement impresses me. It makes me want to see more from you, see how much exactly you've improved."

"No offense sir, but where are you going with this?"

"Well, I have you booked for next Savage! In the main event too, no less. Yep, in the main event (sponsored by Nike), you will be facing BOTH Michael McBride and Dolly Waters, in a two out of three falls match, with BOTH the Hart and the Television championships on the line! Think about it, dude! You could be a double champ!"

For young Jakob Davis, time had stopped still. His palms grew slick with sweat. His knees began getting wobbly. His breathing became more erratic. He could feel the pressure and stress mounting on. And yet, Lane stood there, with that grin still applied to his face. "Good luck, dude! You're gonna need it." After a thumbs-up, Lane walks off, leaving Jakob standing alone.

Silence once more reared it's ugly head, leaving Jakob Davis alone, and feeling nauseous. Clamping his hand over his mouth to prevent any puke from spilling out, he managed to find his locker room and spewed the vile vomit into his toilet. His stomach roared, and before long Jakob hurled into the toilet once more.

Even though Jakob Davis was received the opportunity of a lifetime, the overwhelming stress took it's toll almost immediately. Though he was starting to get better about being in the spotlight more and more, he hadn't expect to go this fast this soon. He expected to work his way up with small fry, steadily size up the competition and eventually get a title shot. He hadn't expected to go this far in so fast.

Slowly, Jakob rose to his feet. Beginning to feel dizzy, Jakob tried leaning against a nearby wall to calm himself down. It was only getting worse though. It felt like the earth was moving in waves underneath Jakob's feet. Blinking, he tried wiping off the cold sweat that was building on his forehead, but nothing happened.

Phone. He needed to contact Gavin. That was what he needed to do.

This was a mistake however, for as soon as Jakob took one step, he immediately tumbled to the ground, his bag- and his phone- still a room across.

"Tonight's gonna be a long night..." he muttered to himself.

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Gavin Taylor looked at himself in the mirror, readjusting his tie. He hadn't heard from Jakob following his huge return match on Warfare, and Gavin soon found out that Jakob was booked again, this time on Savage in a DOUBLE title match! Gavin envied Jakob, being the XWF super-fan that he was. Facing off against Dolly Waters and encountering Michael McBride yet again? Such opportunities were truly lemons gifted to him by life.

But would he make lemonade with those lemons?

Knowing Jakob would never willingly cut a promo by himself (disregarding his promo as the Mystery Competitor as no one knew that was him), Gavin readied himself and the camera, and was trying to get ready to cut the best promo he could possibly cut. After all, he would be talking to XWF stars.

"We gotta go live in 3... 2... 1..." he muttered to himself, going over to the nearby camera set-up on a tripod. After being certain it was recording, he took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time he was cutting a promo for Jakob, but he'd have to make this one work.

"Greetings, XWF Universe. You may remember me as Gavin Taylor, friend of and shit-talker for Jakob Davis, who just so happens to be a double #1 contender right now. How about that? How many people do you know have been a double #1 contender? I'm rambling right now, let's get to business. I'll be addressing the Television Champion now in Dolly Waters, but fear not McBride, your time is coming soon."

"Now, Dolly. You come at Jakob, guns fucking blazing and all, wondering what the fuck has he done to deserve this match? My answer?"

"What the fuck does it matter?"

"You pride yourself on being a fighting champion, and as such you should face any challenger without complaint, be it the likes of Drezdin to the likes of Unknown Soldier, any time, any place. Be it in the arena, on the streets, hell, maybe even pull a TNA and have it in someone's backyard! So why go against the one thing you pride yourself on nonstop in being a fighting champion, and wonder why the hell this guy deserves a shot? It almost sounds like you're complaining, which excuse me, but I detect a bit of Ghost Tank in that sentence, and nobody enjoys listening to a Ghost Tank promo. And I mean no one."

"And no offense, but can I just rant about how much of a bitch you are? You fucking demolished your father- your father!- after he was crying in the ring and apologized to you! Not even Jakob beat up his father, and Jesus Christ is his father a scumbag! He's been abusing him for years! Hell, Tim literally BANGED Jakob's fucking crush. And not once did Jakob lay a hand on him. You, on the other hand? What's your excuse?"

"'He shat on the Waters' family name! I hate him!'"

"Whoopde-fucking-do. Your father's a crappy wrestler, we're aware. But what the hell should it matter to you? At your age I was playing video games, and watching Saturday morning cartoons! Not wrestling for a living! And now look what you got yourself into! You're hurt badly now, you've been exposed to anabolic steroids at a young age, this is fucking terrible! It's almost too easy now for Jakob, and if he is going to be unable to march in there and either a) pin you to win your TV title or b) pin you to win McBride's Hart title, I'm going to be really fucking upset."

"Wasting people's time, you say? Undermining your opponent, you are? This is all coming back to what I essentially implied earlier. You're no fighting champion! You complain about who you're facing, when a true fighting champion would do no such thing. Instead, they would go out there and face whoever, and win. If anything Dolly, YOU'RE the one wasting our times. Is it alright if I ask you to throw in the towel now? Like, I don't want Jakob to go to jail for child murder, because if you guys step into that ring, that's what I'm afraid is going to happen. After all, Dolly, child abuse is no joke. Jakob can attest to this."

"Ladies and gentleman watching this promo, if I can allow you to donate at least a dollar to the XWF Child Abuse Fund, we can end child abuse for good. Help children like Dolly Waters get off the streets and into a warm, comforting home. Thank you for your time."