JMC Feedback

Okay, since I did two different styles of RPs this week, I was wanting to know which you guys thought worked better for the JMC character.

STYLE 1: "Inner Turmoil" (http://fullthrottlewrestling.org/index.php?showtopic=3326) - Not exactly a promo style, but more of an off-hand comment, the kind of things one wouldn't be able to use against JMC in a retaliation promo. Story-based but still mentions the opponent.

STYLE 2: "The Lighter Side of JMC" (http://fullthrottlewrestling.org/index.php?showtopic=3366) - Your traditional "in front of a camera" promo, but with some (questionably relevant) story there. Much more direct material that could be used against JMC.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

The Lighter Side of JMC

The club was banging all the right hits that night, and all who were attending seemed to be having a good time.

Save for one.

At a table in the middle of Piere's, James M. Cornett, his sister Ashtyn, her husband Deacon, and the ever delightful Jason Tercal and Lucas Wolph were all talking, and the latter four were having a good time. James seemed to be in a permanent funk.

Not that he wasn't dressed to the nines in a pinstripe suit he'd purchased a few years back, and it wasn't because of the music. He was still angry with himself about letting Shadow Chaos get that out of hand. Poppers was going to hear an earful about this the next time he saw him; they had outright had an agreement that if James were ever to ask for the New Jack Swing, Poppers was never to give it to him. His supplier had outright crossed a line with him, and unless those two got it worked out, he wouldn't be getting any sort of payment again.

Of course, it didn't help that Jason and Lucas were having an argument...

"No, Lucas, that's a female on the dance floor!" Jason was arguing about the top-heavy blonde clearly busting out of her top. The fact that they had to argue this was sad enough, although Lucas could have easily won the disagreement by saying that a lot of transexuals and transvestites oftentimes looked hotter as women than most of the ones born as women.

But that wasn't the direction that MSFC's resident flaming graver went.

"No way, it's a boy....look at his boobies..." Lucas responded. As Jason facepalmed, Deacon turned to the gay man and sighed.

"We need to have a talk later," was all Jason could muster from that.

Deacon, after dusting off his "EWA: THE STAR LIVES ON" shirt, then turned back to James and asked, "So what gives with the way you treated Mina, anyway?"

James knew he was going to get it about this one...

Twenty-four hours earlier, prior to when Tara Shannon conversed with James in the hospital room, Mina had arrived and, despite where everyone else thought she was going, announced that she was going to see Terry and that "James' girls" needn't worry about a man who was borderline insane. James had first countered with that this was the last thing he needed right now with his fragile state of mind, then when Mina insisted, asked for a paternity test. Mina flat out refused, saying she knew they were James' twins, but...

Needless to say, by the time Deacon had arrived to the room, Shadow Chaos had taken over temporarily and had slammed Mina onto her back with his hand around her throat, a sinister smile around his face. He probably would have given her a reason to be scared too, had Ashtyn not come into the room to calm him down enough. It seemed to be the latest theme--Ashtyn had always been the only one guaranteed to shut Chaos up and get her 'twin brother' to resurface. Mina ran away in tears, clearly frightened by what had happened.

"Look, for one, there's no concrete proof that those two girls are mine, she's not even agreeing to a paternity test to confirm it, and for two, everyone knows your boy Terry got with Mina more than I did."

"James, Terry was married to Francine...there's no way--"

"Don't tell me there's no way, man. I saw it enough with my own eyes back then. Hell, back then I managed to nail Mina, Geneva, Sediva, Lisa, Sabbatha--"

"Wait, you fucked her sister AND her mom?!"

"Damn straight, homie, not to mention it's cause of me that Cassie and Candace even have their kids. The Von Glowers ended up being sterile, while the McKnights are the only ones I owe anything to, and thanks to Alexander, I can't even see my own son and daughter."

"Jesus Christ, man! What are you, a frickin' manwhore?!"

"Back then, yes, I was. Obviously things have changed somewhat."

"Well, you at least were able to set them up with trust funds each," Ashtyn pointed out, her hand playing around with her Cornett Ankh amulet that rested at the top of her cleavage, which her tight strapless pink lycra dress showed off nicely. Deacon had sat across from Ashtyn so he could stare at her, a typical night for those two, and James had wished silently that the two could have just started fresh.

But then this had to start up...

"Look, Ash, when we want your opinion on this, we'll ask you. I wasn't done here," Deacon started up.

"Excuse me?!" Ashtyn fired back, clearly getting angry at the statement that was just made. "First of all, just because you are still technically married to me doesn't mean you can tell me where my place is. Second of all, that is my brother right there. I have more of a right to comment on what he does with his personal time than you do."

"And Mina's my friend. I don't appreciate your scumbag of a brother nailing everyone in her family tree AND mine."

"Is this because of the whole Miranda thing?"

"Please...she was asking for it."

"Oh, so if a girl is changed from a sweetheart to a slut, she clearly deserved it. But if a man does it, it's an upgrade of status, right?

"I did't say that either...woman, would you get this right?"

James finally had enough and stood up. The only way he was even keeping calm at this point was thinking about Tara, and he wasn't about to interfere in Ashtyn's stuff, but at the same time, he wasn't going to continue to torture himself by listening to this particular argument.

"Okay, you guys want to keep this up? I'll leave you all here tonight! I'm getting more drinks, and you two had better be calmed down when I get back."

As James stormed off, he could hear the "What do you mean?" and "Come back!" from the table. But he was done with it. He approached the bar and cracked his neck.

"I need three Purple Vipers, an Ice Cream Shot, and a Red-Headed Princess," he told the bartender. "And try not to make the Princess bubbly...I like substance more than air..."

A giggle from his right caught James' attention, and his mind immediately went into defense mode. Giggles usually didn't come from the bartender...and it seemed feminine, so it DEFINTIELY wasn't Gerald, who was tending bar tonight.

"What's so funny about that?" he asked, not exactly turning to pay attention to who made the noise.

"Well if that was supposed to be a chat-up line," a sultry alto voice that sent chills through his entire body spoke, "then that would have to be the most creative one I've heard in a long time."

NOW James was interested. He had to find out who would have assumed a shot name would be a pick-up line. He turned toward his right and found a fiery redhead with deep blue eyes and fair freckled skin. Her tight teal dress covered her pretty well but left imaginations going past half-thigh, with spiked heel boots almost reaching her knees. He couldn't tell whether it was sleevless or not, as she had on a leather jacket with a dragon on the back.

For the first time in years, James couldn't think of anything to say. He was completely flabbergasted; a knockout like her was even talking to him?! Which of Desolation had put her up to this?

"Actually I was just ordering a shot, but the theory could be applied to actual red-headed princesses," he managed to collect. "What's your excuse?"

"Just ordering a few drinks for me and a couple of girls. Might have to try that one you said, though."

"Definitely a good one to throw people off. There's another name for it, but it's too derogatory, and I'd rather not use it in the presence of such enlightening company." Now THAT was more like it. He'd been out of practice, but James was gettign back into his groove.

The woman blushed profusely and said, "Wow...that's a new one. Most guys would just say 'You wanna go screw?' like I'm that easy."

"Now why would a guy want an easy girl?" James sat down on a barstool, beginning to enjoy the conversation. "If a girl gives it up the first few dates, she's obviously played the field. I like women who take more pride in themselves than that. I mean, looking sexy is cool, I'm not about to argue a woman who wants to draw deserving attention to herself, but only an idiot would date a girl just for what's under a girl's skirt...that should be reserved for someone who means something to them."

"I completely agree with that," she smirked. "You're not from the college around here, are you?"

"No, but I am from this area. What about you? I come here often, and this is the first time I've seen you around these parts."

"Actually I just moved here. This is my first year in IPFW's English Literature program."

"Well, you couldn't have picked a better school in the Fort Wayne area, truthfully. Though I'm having trouble picking up your accent...where are you originally from?"

"Britain, more specifically the Hertfordshire area."

"You know, my daughter's roommate is from England, actually...she's staying with her while finishing up her Master's."

The woman raised an eyebrow real quick. "Daughter?"

"Her mom had her when I was 18, and I didn't know about her until she was six. She graduated high school at 16 and has been working on her Computer Programming degree since."

"Ah..." she smiled. "At least she sounds like she's got a good head on her shoulders."

"You're not kidding there...she's had to put up with a lot the last year, as have I...but we've been chugging along." He facepalmed, and then looked at her again. "You know, I should be shot right now...where have my manners gone? My name is James."

She extended her hand slowly. "Jennifer Newman."

"A befitting name for such a beautiful woman, Jenny," James took her hand and kissed it gently, causing her to blush again. From the way she was acting, she didn't seem to get this kind of treatment much.

"Your flattery seems to know no bounds, James," she coyfully teased.

"YO! JAMESY!" He heard his sister yell aloud. "We're waiting for the booze over here!!"

"I do apologize, but it seems my guests cannot keep contained to themselves," he sighed as he rested his forehead on his hand.

"That's alright," Jennifer said. "Look, I don't normally do this, especially with an older guy...but here..." She took out a pen and quickly jotted something down. "That's my phone number and Facebook page. Feel free to call me anytime you want."

"I just might do that, dear." He winked at her and grabbed the tray of drinks. He arrived at the table in what appeared to be the nick of time, as Deacon and Ashtyn were having a full blown fight.

"Can you blame him for wanting to move on at this point?" Deacon had been asking.

"That's not moving on, that's being a manwhore!" Ashtyn had retorted.

"I thought that's what you wanted...you did just get done saying--"

"That's not what I said at all! I--"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" James said in a raspy voice, getting the entire table's attention. Deacon balled up his fist looking for a fight, but Ashtyn's eyes went wide, holding her hand up gently. Desolation, meanwhile, looked at him with trepidation.

"Jamie, I'm sorry..." Ashtyn said lowly. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"Yo, James, I'm glad you're here..." Deacon spoke up, completely oblivious to what was going on as he pulled out a camcorder. Turning it on, he asked, "How do you plan to take out the 8-Bit Theatre's idea of a tag team?"

Ashtyn looked over to him in shock, not expecting him to change the direction of the conversation. But James had been prepared for this question all night long and slowly began to answer it.

"How do I expect to take out the supreme idiot team of Bucktooth Scatman and Lame Fashion....to be quite honest, I don't care how it's done. Yeah, they have a lot riding on this match. If they win, they'll manage to beat the men that are challenging for the Tag Team Championships at Behind Enemy Lines, and that would be something in and of itself, because some would whine we never faced off against anyone to get to this point. But this is about more than a championship between Cheap Heat and myself. They have something that I've never had for too long in this business, and that's friendship. See, NRC and I might be getting along now, but I wouldn't exactly consider him a close friend, not by any stretch of the imagination. All of the friends I had from back in the day have betrayed me in some way, and I dare anyone at this table to try and prove me wrong. Gemison I had trusted until he tried to force himself on Ashley, and that's when I went straight the fuck off. You two bumbleheads known as Desolation have stabbed me in the back I can't COUNT how many times, Drake...well, we ALL know the results of that little escapade, and Chris Harding, Mina Vosloo, Lisa McKnight, and even YOU, Deacon O'Reilly, have all abandoned me in my darkest times. The ONLY ONE, and this is going to be a shock to everyone at this table, that has backed me up when things were at their worst is the Fucking Legend himself, Brandon Kraus. He came here specificially to make sure I was okay, and truthfully, I'm not, because Shadow Chaos could still surface at any time. But here's the thing...as bad as my history with Brandon went, he at least stood by me in the darkest time I've ever known...I can't even say that his own wife Misty did that when I was with her. I mean, fuck, the minute Andross started fucking around with me in EWA, Misty couldn't handle that...she had to go back to Brandon, and I hold no fault on him for it. Misty is the one that betrayed me for two years trying to convince me that Randy was my son, and I've got the WWA archives to back me up on that. It wasn't until EWA started up a second time that the truth came out, and by then, Extreme Mythology had already been forged. So you know what? I realize I don't consider myself as having any friends save for Kraus, and it's probably safer for everyone that I don't. Brandon can at least handle me if my worst side decides to show itself, hence why I consider him my most trusted ally.

"Ryan Matthews...Sam Horrey...I realize that I've put you two in a lot of hell over the last few weeks, and I'd like to personally apologize for that. You two didn't deserve close to half of what I've done as the darker side of my personality. But that doesn't change the level of intensity you're going to be facing at Behind Enemy Lines...and the two boys we have to face at Rampage are going to be mighty easy...

"See, first we have Boring Sellout. I am sure, for whatever purposes, that this guy thinks I'm being a jerk by telling him he's sold out. Okay, let's review. In the last few matches he's had, he lost in a Fatal Fourway match, got his ass completely handed to him by a guy newer in Full Throttle than he was...the only time he's been able to win a match in the last three weeks has been paired up with two other people, one of them he has to put up with at Rampage. Bucky, it seems that you're making a smart move by going into the tag team world, as that's about the only way you have to win anymore. But see, you have made a mistake in having to face both myself and NRC tonight. We have some tricks we are going to try to give ourselves an edge, but we won't reveal our full arsenal on Rampage. We gotta keep something in the dark for Cheap Heat. But trust me, Bucky, for someone who claims they're the best heel in the business...I've seen the best heels. And until you can beat some of them in the ring, you can just piss miles of off.

"And Shania Twain...oh, I'm sorry, Shane Tallin, the bastard almost LOOKS like Shania if it weren't for that fucking beard...listen up, jackass. Normally I don't go into first meetings with a personal agenda, but in this case I'm willing to make an exemption. You beat a barely legal to drink woman in the middle of the ring in what was her second match ever and didn't even so much as blink to check to see if she was alright afterward. I bet you feel real proud of yourself, don't you? 'Oh I hope you regret those comparisons of wifes now, you little ho!' I bet you said to yourself as you strutted back to your movie trailer for that circlejerk you, Sterling, Skyler, and Nippletang all have now that Chris Cage is going to be bailing on FTW quicker than Lebron James bailed on the Cavs...but here's the thing, and I don't know if anyone explained this to you...the girl you beat down like it didn't matter to you? THAT WAS MY DAUGHTER, ASSHOLE! And I bet you're thinking to yourself 'Wow...this is opportunity in the making! I can take down the whole family in one month!' Well guess what, asshole? All you've done at this point was give me a new reason to thrive on. Because if you think for five solitary seconds that my daughter's skillset is representative of my talent as a wrestler...well, I got a favor to ask of you. Go to New York city, up on the north side, and find the Legacy Training Gym. Go there and ask for a man by the name of Brandon Kraus. Once you get him, ask him one question...and that question is as follows. What do a fly, a monkey, and a jackass have in common?

"The answer, boys, is that unlike VERITAS, there are four things everyone knows as the truth. The four facts of life are that water is wet, the sky is blue, chaos is the only constant, and STUPID PEOPLE PISS ME OFF! For you see, Tallin...Skyler...when you get right down to it, the three animals I named have one thing in common--me. I am the fly in the ointment, the monkey in the wrench, THE PAIN IN THE ASS.....and the FinalHazard...to YOU using the Core of Legacy as your launching pad for your career."

James then turned to Deacon and Ashtyn. "Now, as far as you two go, I'm getting very agitated with this."

"Well, I don't care what's up, I'm trying to have your back," Deacon sneered, "unlike SOME people in this room."

"Hey, I at least apologized for getting out of control. You had the nerve to start him on a promotion for his match!"

"Bitch, would you just--" Deacon raised his hand to smack Ashtyn, but was held down by Jason and Lucas. Ashtyn reared up to hit him back, but James grabbed her.

"You two get him to a damn hotel room and cut him off before I castrate him just for the bitch comment. I'm going to take Ash home."

"Good idea, boss," Jason spoke as they held a struggling Deacon down. "We got it from here."

James pulled his adoptive sister away from her husband, her yelling the entire time. Once he got her outside, he spun her around and grabbed her face.

"Ash, what the hell is going on?" James asked.

"He's been like this ever since the funeral, Jamie," Ashtyn spoke in a clear tone for the first time since he'd went over to the bar. "Saying you should've nailed that girl at the bar...it's only been two months since Nikki passed, and you were with the woman for eighteen years on and off."

"Yeah, but you know, I got to thinking..." He sat down and motioned for her to join him. "...sure, Nicole and I were together for a long time. But how well did I really know her?"

"You had two children with her."

"And I had a child each with Candace and Cassie, and I didn't know them from a hole in the ground. Nikki knew me completely, but...what were her favorite foods? Her way of telling me she needed attention without saying it? Her way of showing love to me outside of the bedroom? I was nothing more than her security, it seems, and I didn't find out anything of substance about her."

"So it was more a marriage of convenience for you two then?" Ash asked as she twirled her red hair.

"What would you say your relationship with Deacon is?"

"Yeah...you have a point....it seems like he's trying to piss me off anymore."

"Well, you at least need to try to work things out for Gavin's sake..."

Ash lowered her head in sorrow, and James realized immediately where his mistake was. Years prior, Gavin had been lost in the same accident that had taken the child Terry Silver and his ex-wife Francine had.

"I'm sorry, hun...I didn't mean to..."

"No, you're okay. With everything going on with you right now, it's easy for you to forget."

"I guess it's down to us twins, huh?" he playfully joked.

"Well, we clearly aren't twins now that you know the truth..." she giggled back.

"Yeah, but you're still a sister to me."

He hugged Ashtyn tightly, unaware that Ashtyn had a sad look on her face.

As a sister....

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The Hospital Visitors

To say that the last 48 hours had been eventful was an understatement.

James M. Cornett had had his head cracked open by Sam Horrey...okay, let's be real, it wsa his alter ego that did it. He had since faced off against the true form of Shadow Chaos, found out that Mina was trying to claim her children with Terry Silver as his, and discovered his match with Bucky and Tallin. It was all he could do to keep focus.

But the good news was that he hadn't dealt with another Shadow Chaos episode since. So when his next visitor came, he was in more jovial spirits than most would have been for having their backhead wrapped in bandages.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Definitive JMC Collection DVD

Inner Turmoil

OOC: I know this isn't exactly my best work, but I can't guarantee I'll be around much this weekend (I've got Zayvin this weekend, and it's a three-day weekend if that tells you anything). I might post something when I get back, but at least you can say I didn't no-show! Shane, Bucky....you better give me some good stuff for a second...LOL
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The second James opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't awake anymore.

He was still alive, by all stretches of the imagination, but that was just the problem. He was IN his imagination. He was basically dreaming, and this was his version of his consciousness.

This was the Fade.

Standing before him was how everyone else in Full Throttle saw him...the darkness of Shadow Chaos.

It was Chaos that managed to release Daishi on the federation.

Chaos that attacked Gabriella.

Chaos that nearly cost him everything.

The freak in front of him had been smart enough to, once he realized what Daishi was doing, switch out to James before Daishi could weaken him That was why the Fade looked so barren now; Chaos was about nothing more than domination and threshold, and whatever he was willing to do to accomplish his goals was just shy of murder.

That he left up to Rune.

"You're going to notice that we have used Daishi's ability to absorb chi to weaken you to the point where you cannot take over anymore, Jamison. The reason being is simple. We wish to use your body to influence the picture of Full Throttle Wrestling. Take that pathetic Tallin for example. Yet another split persona ripoff...even has a wife named Nikki. It's like people are stealing what worked for us and trying to apply it to them!"

But James knew that's where the similarities ended. Tallin had much more control over his darker side than James ever did of Shadow Chaos. The fact that he had beat a rookie in her second match ever...and seemed to gloat about it...was pretty damn pathetic in his mind. So Lindsay had some issues with cutting a promo. So she had difficulty pulling off her finisher. But because of the training that he provided her, she had been able to push Tallin to a limit. Now, Tallin was going to have to face her daddy in a Tag Team Match. And he was probably going to spout off about how if it was JMC that trained his daughter, it was going to be an easy match.

All James hoped was that Shane was a better study than most.

"And let us not forget Bucky Skyler...that other little tart of Your Feature Presentation."

BORING! To be perfectly honest, James thought that Ripplemagne was the only entertaining guy within Fake Twits Beat Her. Bucky Skyler, to him, was an annoying weasel of a man who had yet to do anything impressive in Full Throttle and made less sense than Rip (and considering how random Rip was in his promos and matches, that was saying something). All Bucky had done so far was talk--he hadn't proven anything yet. Say what you would about their main counterpart at this point, but at least VERITAS had talented individuals.

Then again, whether VERITAS in itself could work...that was a whole other story.

"But we think the best part will be when we take our frustrations out on that little girl you helped out this week."

Tara...

OH HELL NO!

"You're going to have to go through me first, jackass..."

"That, Jamison, was the entire point! We grow tired of your interference."

The pretext of Shadow Chaos melted before him, and what stood in front of James when it was all over was...to say the least, horrifying.

The demon stood at least five times taller than James could have ever hoped to attain in his own mind. Its body was purple with spikes and scales all over, and it barely had any covering below the waist. Its mouth seemed more like a shark's, with inward teeth baring sharp edges, and its eyes looked almost sonarlike. Indeed, if this was the representation of every negative thought James ever had, he was royally screwed.

"We will see, Jamison, who is really ready to take over your body!" the creature spoke aloud, though no mouth motions were ever used. James backed away slowly, realizing it was right. Faced like this, there was nothing that could be done.

Never anything, a new voice said. James suddenly turned to find...

Bob.

"I must really be fucked...now I've got Bob the fucking Panda in my head!"

"BOB FOR WORLD CHAMP!" the giant demon yelled.

I can't even escape that here...

James held his head in pain. This was SO not what he had in mind.

Let me ask you something, James...what is it that separates you from everyone else?

"An incredible penchant for chasing skirts?"

If it weren't that we're in your head, I'd smack you right now. What separates you from everyone else in FTW is your endless creativity. You are the Indigo Phoenix, for crying out loud! Every time your career looks threatened, you manage to revive it with something new. The Extreme Pain Match, the Outcast Match, the Three Stages of FinalHazard...fuck, you're the only one in the world that has the longest undefeated streak when it comes to the Inferno Match! And you've been a Grand Slam Champion twice in two other feds! Seriously, by all accounts, you have the talent to beat the snot out of this guy!

James looked toward the demon in front of him known as Shadow Chaos. Bob was right...this was his negativity. It was time to end it. As James began to focus, he began to glow brightly, and before he knew it, he was surrounded by fantastic white armor with splashes of red and blue. He looked toward the demon and stared it down.

"Alright, here's how this is going to work...you know that I'm mentally not the strongest right now. And if I know your type, you're the kind of guy who wants a full on battle at 100%."

"That is debatable, but we'll go there....why do you ask?"

"I'm not going to fight you yet, because I could still have some use for you later on. However, I'm taking control again and I will make sure you are put in check big time."

"And what makes you think we're going to allow that?"

"You don't have a choice. As unconscious as we were rendered by Daishi, we'd have had plenty of time to detox by now. So guess who's back in control?"

Before Chaos could argue anything, Bob threw a bamboo stick and hit James in the back of the head.
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James shot up from his hospital bed with a bit of a pain in the back of his head. He looked around and found the sleeping Jamilyn curled up on a chair nearby, covered up by a blanket. She had apparently been recovering from her fight with Sonja and stayed with her daddy the entire time.

A good daughter if ever there was one.

As he looked down on himsef, he realized that the yin-yang tattoo that had been plain prior to Rampage now had a new design on it...two dragons fighting each other eternally. He not only knew what they represented, but what would eventually have to be done. But for now, anyway, the detox process had progressed far enough that James was at least somewhat back to normal.

The irony was, he knew this cycle would never stop. The dragons would always been after each other...

until both were destroyed.