Jacob The Mantis OGrady

How would I do that?

Following his most recent match against Alex Asher, The Mantis can be seen walking backstage, presumably to the locker room, while speaking, well, rather shouting, on the phone with his concerned mother. The Mantis: No, mammy, yer not understandin' what I'm sayin'. I'm tryin' ta' actually make somthin' o' me pathetic life over 'ere! I've been noticed by tha' biggest wrestlin' name in the business, and- A pause as he pulls his phone away from his ear, his mother shouting at him through the phone. The Mantis: Mammy, have ye even seen the matches that I've been in? Okay, yea, granted, they may 'ave been losses, but- Another pause as more shouting can be heard on the line. The Mantis: Say what ye like, mammy, but don't ye get it? I'm actually makin' a name for meself here! I 'ave the chance ta' make da's dream a reality! Don't ye think he'd be proud o' me if he saw what I've been up 'ta? Another pause as the shouting appears to have died down somewhat, only for The Mantis to interrupt his mother with shouting of his own into the phone. The Mantis: I AM NOT IN OVER MY BLOODY HEAD! I am gonna do me father proud, and become an OCW Superstar, whether you like it or bloody not! And when I'm holdin' that glitterin' belt over me 'ead, you'll wish you didn't doubt yer son so much! The Mantis angrily hangs up the phone and roars into the hall, which catches a grimaced stare from another past opponent of his, Damian Bourne, who was also walking the halls. The Mantis: Tha' hell are you lookin' at? God, everyone's a damn critic... The Mantis storms off, leaving Bourne alone to wonder what on earth just happened.

WRESTLER NAME: Jacob "The Mantis" O'Grady HOMETOWN: Banbridge, County Down, Northern Ireland HEIGHT: 5'11.5" WEIGHT: 187 lbs THEME SONG: Morning Glory by Oasis or Movie Star 1 (in-game) SIGNATURE MOVES(S) Saint Patrick's Snap (Cloverleaf Breaker), Regal Cutter FINISHERS(S) Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald (Venus Fly-Trap) Biography: Jacob O'Grady has been obsessed with wrestling since childhood. His father, Sheamus "The Belfast Brawler" O'Grady, was well respected among his colleagues and was making a name for himself in the Irish indie wrestling scene. On Sheamus' first televised match, Jacob, as ever, tuned in to see his father wrestle for his chance to potentially enter the OCW developmental system, only for his opponent to throw him from the top rope all the way to the floor, over ten feet down, to land right on his head, and snap his neck in two, killing him instantly. As medical personnel carried his lifeless body away, Jacob, then thirteen years of age, looked on in abject shock and horror, and would suffer from crushing grief and mourning, from which he would never fully recover. Since his father's death, Jacob has, despite the numerous objections from his fearful mother, devoted his life to become his own wrestling superstar, and to succeed where Sheamus failed by entering OCW and, eventually, stand among the other legendary wrestlers that he also looked up to as a child. It would be a long, gruelling roller coaster of an adventure, with scores more downs than ups, but in keeping with his family's customs, he refused to back down and would keep training and improving himself, physically and mentally, and allow no obstacle to stand before him.

You join us at a recreation center just outside of Banbridge, Northern Ireland. Following a recent independent match, a wrestling reporter and her cameraman walk through the halls attempting to track down the wrestlers who just fought. Sure enough, they stumble across the loser of that match, a young technician that, despite his best efforts, has had a string of successive losses for several weeks. He sits on a small staircase in front of a side exit door, clad in his distinctive black and emerald green ring attire, with a dejected, almost sorrowful expression, as if he perhaps had suffered the death of a loved one. The reporter approaches him with a smile, and the camera pans to him. Reporter: Hello there, you must be The Mantis. We just saw your recent match, and we couldn't help but be impressed by your performance. It's such a shame that it had to end in another loss for you. The Mantis looks up at the reporter and her cameraman in disbelief, as if they had just asked him where the moon was. He replies with a tinny North Irish accent: The Mantis: Seriously? You're "impressed"? After that disaster of a match where I was suplexed three bloody times?! How do I know you're not jus' sayin' that 'cause you were told ta'? I guess somebody 'ad to 'ave taken notice and try to comfort me about it... A not so short pause is then broken by the reporter. Reporter: Well, the reason I say so is because you've been developing a bit of a following from your matches, both here in Northern Ireland, the mainland and across the U.K. Many of your fans are counting down the days until you're signed by a more prestigious wrestling organization, such as- The Mantis interrupts her. The Mantis: OCW? Are ye havin' a laugh, lassie? In case ye hadn't been blessed with the gift o' sight, I've lost a good eleven straight matches over the past month, and despite that, you're sayin' that I should get wit' the biggest wrestlin' name in the business? Be a Superstar? I'd bet all me pounds they'd take one look at me 'n laugh until the sun rose again. I'd be nuthin' but a ruddy failure, just as I am here... Reporter: I-if that is the case, what would you say about the rumors making the rounds that OCW are possibly scouting you for a potential spot on their roster? The Mantis: I'd say Mr. Sensation is either drunk off his 'ead, or he's wastin' his time with rejects like me...I'm probably gonna be slavin' away with these bunch 'a lowlifes for the rest o' me life...I'm sorry, but I gotta go... With a noticeable break in his voice, The Mantis suddenly shoots up for the step he was sitting on and forces open the door behind him, and disappears into the Banbridge evening, grumbling obscenities in his native Irish Gaelic. The reporter and her cameraman look at each other with mutual grimaces, as if they'd awoken a hornet's nest. Reporter: Was that too forward? C-can we still use the tape? Cameraman: I think so...it's probably best that you didn't tell him that The Last Blacksmith got the job... Reporter: Yeah, I guess...I just hope that his bad luck turns soon, because he's clearly very passionate about this sport and his craft, and he could certainly use a break...a man can only take so much after all...