Jacob Trance

He nailed it...

No markout for my appreciation. I RE-ITERATE. SEXY AS FUCK JAY.

Who wears the dukes better? Flojo or Jackson? Comment below, and don't forget to like and subscribe.

You have my attention.

Somewhere in the arena for Wrestlers Unknowns Rumblegrounds we re-open, a large, executive style, finest of Italian leather chairs is facing a massive television. Whoever it is continues to watch a very strange version of a classic movie. On the desk at their back is a container, but it is covered up with a cloth. B17 pops back up to his feet: Hm...power levels still feel a little low. Where is the wig? BCR: Code Jackman has it! B17: How did he get it? BCR: Our sources suggest Archer sold it to him. B17 throws his arms out and screams to the heavens: ARCHER! FETCH ME MY RING GEAR! BCR: We’ve prepared just the thing. At that, the screen turns off, and the chair swivels round, revealing the man in question, Thomas Archer. He clasps his hands and rests them on the desk. Archer: Ahh, wrestling fans... I've been expecting you. He takes a glance towards the covered container. Archer: I imagine you're wondering what's under here, so I'm going to tell you in a very boring and roundabout villainous fashion. You see, it's correct, I sold Code Jackman a wig, a wig that B-17 wants back. A wig that we at 0.5% industries believe might hold the secret to his power and 80's devolution. However... Archer reaches over and whips off the cloth, revealing a wig, floating in a strange medical solution within the jar. Some electrodes are connected to it, and every now and again it glows. Archer: He was sold a fake, and the money has already been used to pay a homeless man to set his box on fire. So what you see here... Is the Sampson Experiment... We will find out what makes it tick, you can see that somehow... It's alive... It has a mind of its own and we must find out how and why. Tonight, I'll extract joy from B-17 in the form of pain, and then... We'll stream it directly into his hair to see how it effects it. A telephone rings and Archer opens a drawer, lifting the phone to his ear, cutting the feed before we can hear what is going on.

We are moments away from the first ever Women’s Over the Top Rope Battle Royal which will not only allow the winner to make history on the evening but will also see them march on to the Anniversary Show to attempt to take down the silent assassin, Dragana and dethrone the queen of the women's division. There’s a general buzz in the locker room, though most of the women have now left to go warm up in private so as not to give the game away to their competitors. We see Aerith lacing her boots up and she glances over at some various t-shirts she could wear out to the ring, amongst them are, strangely, a Dragana shirt, a Trance U shirt, a Valkyrie one, a B-17 vest top and her own, Pacts Are Forever brand line. She sighs and picks up her own t-shirt and pulls it over her head just as the door swings open. She pauses, as in walks the women's champion herself. Aerith smiles a little and picks up the Dragana t-shirt from the bench. Aerith: It’d be a bit of a bad omen to wear it tonight, considering the last time two times we went at it you pinned me, but I promise I’ll wear it sometime soon, honest. In fact… Aerith stands up and holds out her hand, although only the pinky finger is extended. Dragana looks at Aerith’s pinky and inspects it, putting a hand on her chin. Her expression is an inquisitive one. Dragana: ??? Aerith: Pinky pact. It means if I break it then something bad will happen to me. Dragana looks at her shirt, and then back at Aerith. She hesitantly holds her hand out to Aerith. The women’s champion bites her lip as she awkwardly tries to wrap her pinky around Aerith’s. After what feels like an eternity, Aerith takes Dragana’s hand and lines her pinky up with hers, completing the pact. Dragana slowly retracts her hand and stares at it with her mouth agape. Aerith laughs upon seeing Dragana’s reaction. She shakes her head. Aerith: Don't worry, it's a good thing… You, me, we’re friends now. Although… Aerith smiles. Aerith: If I win this tonight I don't want you to take it easy on me, I still want the Dragana that beat me to within an inch of making me give up, the Dragana that dumped me on my head, I still want Dragana the Destroyer. The women’s champion looks back up, seeing Aerith smile at her. After a moment, she lets a tiny smile out. She starts to walk past Aerith, but stops herself right next to her. Dragana: … She pats Aerith once on the shoulder and leaves as Aerith looks on.

I own you both. Remember that.

AWOL Stands for Absent without leave.

The Jay is Low Key Offensive show or Wrex Doesn't Talk Show

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zzs-OvfG8tE

I love it Jayggle! What's H20's theme? I need that in my life.

This is the forum equivalent of people handing out pamphlets asking if they have a moment to talk about their lord and saviour

Di was giid shoe.

Aerith wears these...

Good D.Q win for Loki due to outside interference.

Well let me tell you something brother... Page 2.

A show with a lot of well done stories heading into Summercide. It's great guys, it's great, can't wait to see it all play out.

Sips beer. You have my keyboard.

No breathing. If you cut me I'm bleeding

I didn't realise your face was changing for a few seconds, thought I was having a stroke. Nice work.

For the curious, here is the original match between Damian and I: https://www.twitch.tv/videos/285019336 Yes, wrong arena but I won't get into what unfolded afterwards.

Favourite image ever.

How did you escape the chamber we sealed you in? Be-gone!

How dare you call me a phony whilst you're visiting cabbages in the hospital and not coming to dinner! I MADE YOU A ROAST!

Bet he wishes the potato famine wasn't over, and that he stayed home.