Jackson Montgomery

So Drake is the special guest for this PPV? That's what I'm getting from all this.

Just don't have a towel wrapped around head and don't come at me all hostile like.

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I think as long as you're not around when I wake up from a nightmare, you should be alright. But who knows, I flash back a lot and black out so there's no telling what I will do.

I kind of agree and disagree with the pin thing that's been brought up but I'll be damned if those matches aren't entertaining. I agree that the matches are somewhat long but, as it's been said, we can always skip to the end of the match. Or at least jump around a bit. BUT! every time I kick out of something that should have put me away and that little line lands on the tiniest sliver of the pin meter, I mark out hard. Either way, the card was solid and those RPs are just the best. I'm really liking the way the whole thing is laid out. Great job everyone!

Back in Black by AC/DC is blaring over the speakers of a military Humvee packed with four young Marines, the Staff Sergeant Marcus Martin, the Sergeant Bruce Calile and two Corporals Jackson Montgomery and the friend he grew up with, David Wallis. As the Humvee makes its way down a dirt road, the four men, all around the age of 24 to 25, are rocking their heads back and forth. The man in the front passenger seat, Bruce Calile is banging on the dashboard like he’s playing the drums, Marcus Martin does the same on the steering wheel. With the Humvee tearing down the dirt road, it leaves a huge cloud behind them making it hard to see anything they’ve passed. If they didn’t see something out the front windshield, they didn’t see it all. The four men make a lazy left turn into a small mountain range. So small in fact it could just be a hilly area. As they wind down the round and out the other side, Calile sees something small on the horizon. He squints his eyes and before he knows it, the group of men scream upon a man in a white dishdasha (an ankle-length shirt type garment). He is kneeling on one knee and looks up as he hears and sees the Humvee coming down the road. He quickly runs away. Calile quickly realizes what is happening, he tries to scream over the top of the music and begins to reach for the steering wheel of the truck. By the time the other men in the Humvee catch on to what is happening, they see a huge fireball erupt on the right side of the truck, sending it flying into the air and tumbling down the road. The truck takes 4-5 full rotations before coming to a stop on its roof. SSgt Martin: “Sitrep! Is everyone ok?!” Sgt Calile: “I’m good. Montgomery?” Cpl Montgomery:: “I’m a bit banged up but I’m good. Wallis, you alright?” There’s no answer. “WALLIS! ARE YOU OK?!” Jackson shouts at his friend, but again, nothing. Ssgt. Martin is the first to free himself and after climbing out, he limps over the front passenger side to help free Sgt. Calile. Jackson Montgomery, in a panic, begins to tug and pull on his restraints. He manages to get himself free and crawl out of the Humvee. With an open wound gushing blood over his face, he rushes the other side of the Humvee and damn near yanks the door off its hinges. He removes the seat belts from Wallis and begins to pull him out. By this time, the person who ran off before came back and immediately jumped on the back of Jackson, wrapping his left arm around Jackson’s throat and with the right, tries to slash his face, giving him the scar we see today over his right eye. Managing to get to his feet, Jackson begins to thrash back and forth until finally using the overturned Humvee as a weapon, backing up hard into the side which caused the man to release his grip. Using his skills as a high school and collegiate wrestler and the skills he learned while training for the Marines, Jackson quickly took the man to the ground and mounted him, sitting on his stomach. While lightning quick speed, Jackson began landing left and right punches to the Iraqi. The next thing he knew, Ssgt Martin was pulling him off the man, Jackson’s knuckles black and blue and covered in blood. Jackson almost started attacking his superior before reigning in his rage. He watched and the beaten man grasped at life and coughing up blood. Ssgt Martin pulled Jackson away from the scene and helped him regain his composure. While Jackson was coming down from the adrenaline high, he saw over the left soldier of his Staff Sergeant the Iraqi man rolling over to his left. He saw the man pull out a small pistol and shoot his best friend of nearly all his life, Cpl David Wallis, right in the head. As soon as the bullet made impact, Jackson jumped out of bed, covered in sweat. It was a dream. The same dream he has just about every night. He sits upright on the edge of the bed with his head lowered and eyes shut before standing up and making his way across his bedroom and into the bathroom. He flicks the light on, walks over to the sink and turns on the cold water, then cupping his hands he splashes it on his face. Looking in the mirror, with water dripping down his face and beard he becomes angry. Angry that he was unable to stop what happened. He blamed himself. He should have just killed that man and Davie would still be alive. His hands begin to tighten around the porcelain sink before it fails under the pressure and breaks loose from the wall. Water begins to spew everywhere. Like this happens all the time, Jackson reaches under the sink, in no hurry, and shuts the water off. Jackson: “Why didn’t you stop him?! Why didn’t you KILL him?!” Jackson yells back into the mirror now soaking wet. “I’ll never forget you Davie.” The scene fades to black. TO BE CONTINUED…

Someone just touched my leg!

B-17 and myself have done a joint RP for the show. I've sent it to him to review then be sent in.

First let me say this. I wasn't aware my move set was incorrect until I started this match. I think I created him and then put him into MyCareer knowing the moves wouldn't transfer over. I will get that corrected. Now, onto the show. I really like the flow of things from the RPs to the matches. It makes it seemless. After turning in my RP and then seeing how they are used during the show, I will be making some changes. The Diamonds, Divas, Women's (whatever they are called) was refreshing to see as you don't normally see those matches in shows created using WWE games. Ov and Manny were pretty funny. I think things like this get left out of shows sometimes. Great to see. Also, props to Aries for being in two matches for this card as well as on Riot. That's putting in hella work. All around great job for the first Turmoil on PS4. Let's keep the momentum going!

How ridiculous! *gets pen and paper*

My second main event in as many shows. I'm honored!

Nevermind. I saw it is the 12th on the right side of the forum... -_-

I may have missed this but what day do Turmoil results get posted?

WRESTLER NAME: Jackson Montgomery HOMETOWN: Houston, TX HEIGHT: 6'3" WEIGHT: 253 LBS THEME SONG: SIGNATURE MOVES(S) Sig 1 - .50 CAL - Superkick, F-18 - Spear FINISHERS(S) A-Bomb - Fisherman Driver NOTABLE FUEDS: (If any, if rookie can skip) ACCOLADES (titles held, and date, Awards, etc) All-State High School, Two National Wrestling Titles in Texas A&M Biography: Jackson Montgomery is what is known as a military brat. His father was in the military and was shipped all over the United States when he wasn't over seas. Jackson, shortly after winning his first national wrestling title at Texas A&M, lost his father to cancer. Jackson was 19 at the time and it sent him spiraling down. He got out of wrestling for a short period of time, shaved his head and shut himself out from the world. After a year of avoiding people and doing his best to not trust or care for anyone, he came out of his "shell". He rejoined the wrestling team and won his second national title. Once graduated, he decided to honor his father by joining the military. Two times he was sent to Iraq and had some of the most horrible incidents one could survive. While patrolling one day, a roadside bomb was detonated, turning his Humvee completely upside down. Of the four men inside, Jackson and one other survived. Jackson's comrade had a broken leg and couldn't pull himself away from the burning truck. While helping to do that, Jackson was attacked from behind by a man with a knife, giving him the scar on his right eye we see today. Jackson, using his military training, quickly dispatched the man with extreme prejudice. After he retired from the military, Jackson picked up where he left off with his first love, wrestling. He would bounce around the indy circuits in Texas and Louisiana but due to his sometimes uncontrollable temper, not many people would work with him. He adopted the "American Outlaw" gimmick and has been using it ever since. The down home, southern country boy from Texas realized where he was supposed to be and that was inside a wrestling ring.

LOL! I will tone down the color. Thank you for kind words!

What face hits a defenseless cameraman with a chair?! I'd like to try as a heel, but we'll see how it goes.

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The sun is setting. The sky is an eerie shade of orange and what is peeking through the treetops, sprinkles the ground. The leaves are glistening from the rain earlier in the day and the smell still lingers. Through the tall pine trees we see a man with his back turn towards us sitting on a steel chair. His black jacket is tattered and his head is low. On his jacket the words "American Made Outlaw" are in the shape of a circle surrounding a skull. There is a feeling of "this is your typical backwoods redneck", but there is something else. As we get closer, we see his military fatigues. Could he be actual military or just some country bumpkin nutjob who believes "if it ain't white, it ain't right"? Man: Stop right there. Don't take another step. The man stands to his feet and look over his right shoulder. The scar on his eye is very visible. Man: I asked you here for a simple reason and that is this. The man turns around now, folding up the steel chair in the process. He takes a few steps towards the camera. Man: I've been watching, lurking in the background and waiting for the right time to make myself known. My name is Jackson Montgomery and I'm a backwoods country boy from Texas who took my skills over seas to help defend this great land. I spent my entire adult life in the military after my father died and I did what I thought had to be done to protect myself, my family, and my country. Now that I'm back, he takes a few more steps forward I plan to do the same right here in the OCW. I've seen and done things most of you jerkies couldn't even imagine. I've been part of missions where the outcome was so severe and perverse, that we can't even pretend to talk about them. Do you see this scar? Jackson reaches up with his free hand and points to his eye. I was lucky enough to survive a roadside bomb only to get attacked by some rag-head with a hate for Americans. For a while there, it looked like I was going to lose my eye but my some miracle and months of healing and surgeries, I didn't. This one thing became clear to me. Now that I'm done with all that, it's time to put my skills to good use once again. I've got your normal accolades like All-State wrestling champion in high school, two national titles in college, one time military boxing champion, but there is something missing. Sure, I could have stayed in the military and gone over seas a few more times to satisfy my blood lust, but I've been there and done that. I want to move forward and do something that I've gotten away from and that's wrestling. Is it as satisfying as putting a bullet in someones head who is trying to take a small child off the street? Of course not but it's all I've got and for once, I'm going to be selfish and follow my own path, write my own story. With the chair still in hand, Jackson begins to walk away from the camera and back towards the jumbled mess that is the wilderness. JM: My name is Jackson Montgomery and I'm here to treat everyone the same way I did while in Iraq; with extreme prejudice. Get ready OCW because the backwoods, hell-raisin' terrorist killing mad man has arrived. Jackson disappears through the thick brush and all that can be heard is the steel chair rubbing up against the thicket and small trees. Just as the camera begins to lower, the sound of an army penetrates the silence and by the time the camera can see what it is, Jackson comes bursting through the trees, steel chair help high and brings it down with the fury of an AGM-84 Harpoon air-to-surface missile right on top of the cameraman. As the camera hits the ground, lens shattered and the image tilted, we see Jackson slink back into the trees, dragging the steel chair and laughing under his breath.

I think I can do that!

These update videos are great. Also, thanks for mentioning me so much! That makes me feel awesome...lol I'd like to sit out maybe 1 or 2 shows so I can see how they work. Thanks again fellas!

Yeah Bloom. Get it together! :P