Ring name: Jak Nemesis
Real name: Frank Hendrix
Nicknames: "The Unholy Assassin", "The Hostile Killer", "Your End of Days", "The Wrestling Deity"
Weight: 263 lbs
Place of Birth: Bournemouth, England
Resides: Las Vegas, Nevada
Date of birth: 20/05/1978
Entrance Theme: "Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn.
General moves: Eye gouge, pulling piledriver, short arm clothesline, crossface chickenwing, atomic drop.
Signature moves: any suplex variation, Destiny Driver (Michinoku Driver), Final Destination (referred to as "The FD" - Diamond Dust)
Trademark/finishing move: The Euthanasia
Description: Double Underhook DDT
Frank Hendrix has been torn between the good man he longs to be, and the monstrous Jak Nemesis living within. Finally he appears to be in a good place and his life on the right path. Let's hope he can stay there...
Maximum RPs per week: 2 maximum. Preferably 1 per week.
Contact Info: PM me here or e-mail: email@example.com
Past promotions: DWF, PCW, aWc, FSW, WfWA, countless others. Has held over 100 titles and experienced multiple tournament wins during his career.
I've been out of eW for a little while and don't have much of my old stuff saved on this laptop, but I feel as though I should at least leave some kind of sample. I found this one from July 2009 - it was for a WfWA Double Crown championship match that I would go on to win. After a quick read through I'd like to think I'm better than this now as it's kind of all over the place, but it's the only real sample I have with this character!BLOODSTAINED MATS
What becomes of former champions...
When precious title belts are lost?
What happens when someone takes a life...
And reduces it to dust?
And whatâ€™s next in line for me, the man...
After I earn the title: Double Crown â€œKing?â€
Bloodstained mats and baseball bats
The same way Iâ€™ve always been.
Evan Hurley you will soon find...
That nightmares do come true.
Iâ€™ll strike down and take whatâ€™s mine...
Iâ€™ll be the end of you.
I will be the one left standing
When all the smoke has cleared
Your belt, your life a distant memory
Iâ€™ll show you why Iâ€™m feared.
When the lights go out and the crowd go home
The victor stands supreme
Bloodstained mats and baseball bats
Have always been my dream.
â€œYou people want to see a bloodbath? Iâ€™ll give you one, but let me first issue a warning â€“ it sure ainâ€™t pretty.â€
You know it sends a strange feeling running through your mind and body when you see a grown man cry.
I saw my Father cry a few times, most notably after my Mother passed away. Iâ€™d venture downstairs at home some evenings and see him reduced to a sulking wreck on the sofa in front of the TV with nothing but a six pack of beers to help assist him in drowning his sorrows. Once I tried to console him, but the moment he saw me I knew there was nothing I could do that would make anything seem any better. The harsh fact remained the same whether I stood before him or not, my Mother was no more.
There is an even stranger sensation that comes with the sight of a grown man you donâ€™t even know crying. One of those seemingly random memories from my youth that I vividly recall was when I saw a man in tears. Iâ€™d never come across this man before and I never saw or heard from him again afterwards. As I stood watching him cry, watching each individual tear slowly trickle down his cheek and fall to the floor below everything else seemed insignificant by comparison. Why was he crying? It was the only thought I could muster in my young head, captivated by the sight before my eyes.
Looking back at it all now I canâ€™t begin to explain why that seemingly innocuous memory has stuck in my mind through all these years, whilst my recollections of happy days on the beach and games in the snow have faded. I never knew the guy but I felt his pain and shared those tears with him in spirit.
Iâ€™ll never forget those tears.
â€œWhen watching the Double Crown title match taking place inside the Silver State Battledome, ask yourself a question â€“ would you like to see a man die? Iâ€™m not setting out to take a life â€“ but in that kind of environment accidents can happen.â€
"Hey Frank â€“ what are you doing over there?"
Frank Hendrix turned around as the voice startled him, visibly panicking.
"What? Who is that?" He managed to yell out in response as a bead of sweat rolled down his brow before dripping to the grass below.
"Itâ€™s me Jacob your neighbour, remember I came and introduced myself a couple of weeks ago? What are you doing out here at this hour? And why are you messing about in the dirt? What the hell is going on Frank?"
Too many questions that Frank did not want to answer. Questions he couldnâ€™t answer. Instead he picked himself up off the ground and kicked the remaining soil back into the small hole he had been digging.
"Nothing...Iâ€™m just going to bed now."
With that Frank was up and scaling the stairs two at a time, headed for the safety of his apartment. Jacob watched him running up the stairs with a confused expression on his face. He scratched his chin before turning back to the corner of the garden where Frank had apparently been digging. He had no idea what his new neighbour was doing, not a clue what was going on. He thought about his next move before deciding to get back to bed. He knew nothing.
Something told him it was in his own best interests that it stayed that way.
â€œI earned my title shot not by months of toiling and struggling to make a name for myself, but by surviving a tournament that more than lived up to its â€œViolent Suicideâ€ billing. You think Iâ€™ll just let it slip through my fingers after going through that kind of hell? Guess again bub.â€
I spent almost two hours this morning staring out of a window overlooking a field. I didnâ€™t feel like moving; simply observing felt more than enough for me on this occasion. I stared out and was taken aback by the greenness of the grass shining in the sun. A small part of me wished I could go outside and enjoy it from the other side of the window. I saw the swarms of happy children playing in the field full of life and all the joys of spring. Some throwing footballs around, some with skipping ropes swinging round and round, accompanied by joyous chants and songs that I could only hear when I pressed my ear up against the window. Others were even beginning to set up a picnic from a basket they had prepared at home. They were not afraid of anything; children can run around freely enjoying themselves without a care in the world. Yet I, a fully grown adult man was trembling with fear on the inside. I was afraid to brave the world that was out there, and could only manage to watch life go by through the clarity of the window.
I stared up at the clear blue sky and watched in awe at the wonder of the birds soaring high overhead, captivated by their sheer grace and the freedom they possessed. I always wanted to be able to fly; it was a common dream I used to have in my childhood. Every morning after I woke up from that dream I was devastated as I rubbed my eyes and came to the realisation that it had only been a dream and not my new reality. I just wanted to fly away somewhere new to start over and do whatever I wanted with my life. A fresh start, the dawn of a new beginning and a happier chapter in my life to take me away from the doom and gloom at home. Sadly it was never going to be any more than a wonderful dream, I knew that even then but yet to this day I still hate to admit it.
I am all too aware of the potential in life that I am missing out on by simply staring through windows instead of stepping into the open and taking it on with gusto. The more I focus my eyes on each individual flower, the closer I feel I am to smelling its uniquely fresh and sweet scent. Flowers of every colour; red, blue, orange, yellow, each one blowing gently in the calm wind, swaying from side to side or backwards and forwards.
Deep down I didnâ€™t want to feel the way I did, but I was too weak and powerless to do anything to change it. I could have taken off my shoes and ran barefoot through the luscious grass myself, with only the gentle breeze flowing through my hair for company. Problem is Iâ€™m not like those kids that were out there or those birds floating through the sky majestically. I could only sit alone with the billions of different thoughts, feeling and emotions that were running through my tortured mind, driving me crazy on the inside as I maintained an unerring calm on the outside. Looking for all the world as though I was content, possibly even happy.
I pray for each of those children and hope to God, should he exist that they continue to live out their lives in the same carefree manner as they grow older and closer to adulthood. I pray they will never experience the kind of emotional torment that Iâ€™m forced to suffer through. Nobody in this modern day world will ever get to truly know or understand me or how I came to be the way I am. In all likelihood nobody will get to know the real me. Not again, not after Katie. Sweet Katie. Her smile was happier and contained more beauty than a thousand children playing and birds flying ever could. Losing that kind of timeless beauty can wreak havoc on any mans mind.
Sitting down with my own meandering opinions, each one racing through my head faster than a speeding bullet and followed up immediately by another idea to the contrary. For the time being, hell for the considerable future - I can only watch life happen through a window. Far too scared to risk making any more mistakes, and far too frightened of the consequences that go hand in hand with inevitable disaster.
Still, all that raw energy I saw this morning reminded me of days gone by, allowed me to think of happier times when I too felt free from the weight of the world, before things took a terrible turn for the worse. Life looked so good through the window.
â€œI never entered the Violent Suicide Tournament with any ambition to claim this title shot. The thought of a title belt at the end of it was just an added bonus. I signed up to bring the pain, and I duly delivered. I always follow through with promises made to myself. Now Iâ€™m promising myself victory once again, and that means bad things are on poor Evan Hurleyâ€™s horizon.â€
Frank shut the front door behind him and leaned back against it before slumping to the floor. He was suddenly aware of how heavily he was breathing, and fought to regain his composure.
Staring down at his soil-laden hands was not the most helpful move he could have made; it only served to fasten his pulse once more. Why was he doing this? Burying memories in the garden like some crazed psychopath. Then it all clicked into place and suddenly made sense. He was acting this way because thatâ€™s what he was â€“ a crazed maniac psycho. He was barely human, the man known as Frank Hendrix may as well be dead. The fighter known as Jak Nemesis had taken over full control. Any lingering memories of a happier more pleasant past had to be buried in the garden and forgotten.
But Frank did not want to forget. These were cherished thoughts that he would love to remember for the rest of eternity. He never wanted to end her in the manner in which he did, he had loved her. He would always love her no matter what, but Jak simply did not care in the slightest.
Jak Nemesis was all that was wrong with humanity. The devil. His entire character was made up of bad intentions and evil thoughts, without a good bone in his body. Frank covered his face with his hands in disdain at what he had become. He had always been warned from an early age that he was in danger of becoming a monster. He scoffed at the statement and failed to take heed of any advice he was offered. The lone wolf, out on his own to serve his own needs and wants without taking anyone else into account. There had been times when things looked better of course, but Katie was the only one who enjoyed any real degree of success in turning him into a new man. A better man.
Now he was just a murderous, dangerous man. He cast his mind to his upcoming Double Crown title match against Evan Hurley. One thing was for sure, he would not want to be in his shoes.
He wouldnâ€™t want to be on Jakâ€™s bad side.
He was however, stuck on the inside. Too weak to break free.
â€œThe time for talking is almost over and the time for action here. You enter the dome to meet your maker, I enter without fear.â€
Welcome to hell.
I am also returning to ACW (handling Chris Moliano) but am looking for an RP fed for Jak, a character I've been using off and on since I started eW in 1999. Had a couple of good offers already but I like the look of things over here so thought I'd see if there's any more interest out there before I make any decision. All feds will be looked at and considered.
Thanks in advance.
Olly aka Jak/Frank