Post by Jacob Saigon on Aug 4, 2006 10:37:18 GMT -6
Name: Jacob Saigon
Birthday:
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
Martial Status: Divorced
Height & Weight: 6"3ft - 247lbs
Theme Music: "Personal Jesus(Boondock Saints Intro)" by Marilyn Manson
Alignment:
Finisher:
E.N.D. - Inverted Full Nelson STO
Déjà vu - Hangman's DDT
Trademark Moves:
"Shattered Faith" - Inverted Diamond Dust
"Act of God" - Moonsault Fallaway Slam
"Broken Wings" - Double Knee Drop To Back
Favorite Moves:
STF
Snap Suplex
Cross Arm Breaker
Crucifix Neckbreaker
Running Elbow Drop
Chest Breaker
Neck Vice
Figure Four Headlock
Legdrop
Over Castle
Reverse DDT/Hog Lock
Reverse Full Nelson w/ Body Scissors
Rolling Northern Light Suplexes
Strengths:
Expertly trained: Knows holds and counterholds that most people don't and knows how to get there quickly.
Variable styles: Can switch up styles to throw off opponents.
Thinking man's wrestler: If he gets a person hurt, he will continue to hurt the same area.
Weaknesses:
Has a weak neck which does act up.
Can out pace himself in a match.
Nagging injuries.
Entrance:
The lights fade down to nothing as silence consumes the arena. Suddenly, a voice speaks out.
"For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!"
The sound of Gregorian Chants take the place of the voice for a few moments until it comes back, shouting out.
"THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!"
## Reach out and touch faith. ##
Flecks of gold rain down and "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson plays through the sound system. The tron comes to life with various clips spliced together as a fog rolls though the entranceway with lights pulsating to match the heavy muted base beats of the song.
## Your own personal Jesus. -- Someone to hear your prayers. -- Someone who cares. -- Your own personal Jesus. -- Someone to hear your prayers. -- Someone who's there. ##
Slowly, through the fog, a figure appears, arms cocked to the side and begins to step through. Jacob raises his head as the fans rises to their feet in a chorus of cheers and boos as a few streamers fly across the ramp way in front of him.
Announcer: Introducing first hailing from Boston, Massachusetts and standing six feet, three inches tall. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-seven pounds. THIS IS . . . "THE BEST" . . . JACOB . . . SAIGON!!!!!
Jacob makes his way to the ringside area and stares into the ring before slowly climbing up to the ring apron. Turning to the crowd, he stares out over them as more and more of them chant his name, some throwing more streamers towards him.
## Feeling unknown. -- And you're all alone. -- Flesh and bone. -- By the telephone. -- Lift up the receiver. -- I'll make you a believer. ##
Slowly, he enters into the ring and in a burst of energy, sprints to the other side where he hops to the second rope, screaming out into the crowd, his arms outstretched, palms to the sky as a few more rise to their feet..
## Take second best. -- Put me to the test. -- Things on your chest. -- You need to confess. -- I will deliver. -- You know I'm a forgiver. -- Reach out and touch faith. ##
He hops down and takes his place in the far corner as the song slowly dies out.
Titles held:
Birthday:
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
Martial Status: Divorced
Height & Weight: 6"3ft - 247lbs
Theme Music: "Personal Jesus(Boondock Saints Intro)" by Marilyn Manson
Alignment:
Finisher:
E.N.D. - Inverted Full Nelson STO
Déjà vu - Hangman's DDT
Trademark Moves:
"Shattered Faith" - Inverted Diamond Dust
"Act of God" - Moonsault Fallaway Slam
"Broken Wings" - Double Knee Drop To Back
Favorite Moves:
STF
Snap Suplex
Cross Arm Breaker
Crucifix Neckbreaker
Running Elbow Drop
Chest Breaker
Neck Vice
Figure Four Headlock
Legdrop
Over Castle
Reverse DDT/Hog Lock
Reverse Full Nelson w/ Body Scissors
Rolling Northern Light Suplexes
Strengths:
Expertly trained: Knows holds and counterholds that most people don't and knows how to get there quickly.
Variable styles: Can switch up styles to throw off opponents.
Thinking man's wrestler: If he gets a person hurt, he will continue to hurt the same area.
Weaknesses:
Has a weak neck which does act up.
Can out pace himself in a match.
Nagging injuries.
Entrance:
The lights fade down to nothing as silence consumes the arena. Suddenly, a voice speaks out.
"For a few seconds, this place was Armageddon!"
The sound of Gregorian Chants take the place of the voice for a few moments until it comes back, shouting out.
"THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!"
## Reach out and touch faith. ##
Flecks of gold rain down and "Personal Jesus" by Marilyn Manson plays through the sound system. The tron comes to life with various clips spliced together as a fog rolls though the entranceway with lights pulsating to match the heavy muted base beats of the song.
## Your own personal Jesus. -- Someone to hear your prayers. -- Someone who cares. -- Your own personal Jesus. -- Someone to hear your prayers. -- Someone who's there. ##
Slowly, through the fog, a figure appears, arms cocked to the side and begins to step through. Jacob raises his head as the fans rises to their feet in a chorus of cheers and boos as a few streamers fly across the ramp way in front of him.
Announcer: Introducing first hailing from Boston, Massachusetts and standing six feet, three inches tall. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-seven pounds. THIS IS . . . "THE BEST" . . . JACOB . . . SAIGON!!!!!
Jacob makes his way to the ringside area and stares into the ring before slowly climbing up to the ring apron. Turning to the crowd, he stares out over them as more and more of them chant his name, some throwing more streamers towards him.
## Feeling unknown. -- And you're all alone. -- Flesh and bone. -- By the telephone. -- Lift up the receiver. -- I'll make you a believer. ##
Slowly, he enters into the ring and in a burst of energy, sprints to the other side where he hops to the second rope, screaming out into the crowd, his arms outstretched, palms to the sky as a few more rise to their feet..
## Take second best. -- Put me to the test. -- Things on your chest. -- You need to confess. -- I will deliver. -- You know I'm a forgiver. -- Reach out and touch faith. ##
He hops down and takes his place in the far corner as the song slowly dies out.
Titles held: