Roleplay Title: The Return Of A Legend

Event: Fade Out

Next Match: Matt Jackson vs ???

Stipulation: Singles Match

Roleplay Number: 01
Career Record: 392-02-00

Winning Percentage: .994%

Championships Held: 2x nWo Champion; nWa Champion; EHW Champion; NCW Champion; wCw Champion; WWF Champion; xCw Champion; IWE Champion; NEW Champion; NAW Champion; XwA Champion; XWF Champion; MLW Champion; 2x PCW Champion; PWF Champion; WFW Champion; DHW Champion; EWF Champion; NHW Champion; NHWC Champion; FWF Champion; GWF Global Champion; IPW Champion; AWO Champion; nWa Tag Team Champion; PCW Continental Champion; PCW Television Champion; PCW European Champion; PWF Intercontinental Champion; WFW International Champion; EWF European Champion; EWF Action Champion; EWF Xtreme Champion; NHW United States Champion; NHWC Intercontinental Champion; IPW Hardcore Champion; IPW Tag Team Champion; FWF Steel Cage Champion; GWF Universal Champion

Career Awards: 47x Roleplayer Of The Week; 12x Quote Of The Week; 13x Roleplayer Of The Month; 10x Best Quality Roleplayer; 6x Match Of The Year Winner; 3x New Comer Of The Year Winner; Multiple time Hall Of Famer; Undefeated in 23 feds; Undefeated in Tag Team Matches; 5x Royal Rumble Winner; 8x Tournament Winner; 1x HD MVP; 1x HD Best Overall Rper; 1x HD Best Tag Team (w/Shadow); 1x HD Best Rper Of The past; Disbanding 12 Groups; Being a proud Explicit Content Member; Being a Real Legend in the business




Man I tell ya. The shit I have to deal with sometimes can be too much for me to bare. The trials and tribulations of being a professional wrestler. Difficult. Spending time behind bars thanks to the wreckless actions of that idiot brother of mine. Difficult. Getting the final divorce papers legit without some asswipe giving me grief. Difficult. The pressure of everyone's high expectations of me to be the best. Difficult. Deciding to call it quits but having to come back to give wrestling an honorable name once again. Very difficult. I have enough difficulties in life to drive any man crazy, enough to cause any man to go insane, enough to push any man to the brink of suicide...but as I stand here on this train platform and look up at the very moon that guides my destiny, I remember the one thing that sets me apart from any man: I'm not any man. I am Matt Jackson, and I am, what I am, nothing more, nothing less. You can sum me up as the greatest ally you've ever had, or you can sum me up as the greatest enemy you've ever faced, but there's one thing you can't take away from me, and that's my greatness. So as the full moon turns on this awful night, the thrill is rising. I feel it baby...it's rising to unprecedented heights. I can go the distance like the '72 Dolphins, I can rack up the knockouts like Rocky Marciano, fuck, I can even bring the pain year after year like the Yanks. I feel it now, no doubt about it, my destiny is set...I am great, I am talented, I am famous, but see, that's not enough for me, no...not at all...I wanna go all the way...

You see, I've done it all. I've won all kinds of titles, I've defeated the worst of enemies, I even scored the best of chicks...but that's just the perks of being a great wrestler. In my opinion, that's all people see me as, a "great wrestler", nothing more...but how wrong they are. I am far more than just a "great wrestler". I, am endless, and I think it's time for people to realize it. Have they all forgotten? Are these people the group that still believes Matt Jackson has more to prove? I hope so, and I hope not. I hope so, so I could horse-kick the teeth outta guys like them, and I hope not, so I know they don't shit on themselves on the mere thought of me coming back. What's the best way of getting out of a dilemma like this? Don't choose one, choose both. I want to go back into the ring, the ring where I left so many staring up at the lights overhead...and do it again, do it to the sounds of those same people pissing on themselves because our names were adjacent on the card. I want to strike fear into the hearts of my opponents, that's what got me where I am, and I won't trade it for the world. Unlike these wussbags that roam the ring today, preaching these hideous one-liners like "Oh, i'm going to win!", or wait, even better "You don't know what you're up against!". Spare me the crap. Those aren't one-liners, those are pantyliners, and last time I checked, pantyliners were for fuckin pansies...

Wow, I thought that would never end. Well, AREN'T YOU GUYS GLAD TO HEAR FROM THE STAR OF THE SHOW AGAIN!? I bet you are! For those lame asses who don't know who the hell I am, I am the best damn narrator in the history of storytelling, the man, the myth, the legend, The Best Damn Narrator Ever, or, the B.D.N.E. for short, and I'll guide you all the way. Get it? Got it? Good. So after that long, interesting, self-discovery, Matt Jackson stares out onto the tracks of the L Train. Truth is, he's been waiting for about a half hour already, and he's getting all edgy-like...but hey, what can you expect after midnight, rush-hour service? But why is he waiting on this certain train? Simple, because he wants to head to Broadway Junction and transfer to the A, so he can hit the Port Authority...and catch a bus, out to the arena where the first NWO return event is occupying. So he can do what he likes to do best: get back into the groove. Jackson's groove is a groove like no other for those who've just tuned in, it's 1 part funk, 1 part jazz, 1 part hip hop, and 1 part soul...all, that makes for a combination like no other. Once that groove is instilled, Jackson brings the pain train to your station, and all you can do, is nothing, and like it. As he looks down the rails once again, Jackson spots two dim lights, faint, but dim lights...because it's about damn time that train came. As it reaches the station, The Genesis adjusts his black jacket, 2XL Genesis T-Shirt (availiable wherever sporting goods are sold), baggy black pants, and classic all black Jordan 9's. Gotta look good for the hood ya know? Checking his watch, and getting a quick glimpse of the moon, Jackson walks into the train, and takes the ride...the ride of his life. Breaking out of retirement, and into the face of new opponents...oh yeah, and some cameraguy was there too. Cue signal and go...

Matt Jackson: 1 year, 13 months, 54 weeks, 381 days, 20574 hours, 1234440 minutes and 74066400 seconds. Can you believe that? that's how long ago I stepped in the ring for my final time. But hey, who says that I can't make a return? Nobody. Absolutely no one can deny my return to the battleground, and that means you, ???. I don't know exactly who you are, or what your business is with me, but be forewarned, this will not be a walk in the park. Whether you're fresh out of training, or fresh out of another federation, you'll have your hands full come Fade Out. You could make futile attempts at underestimating me ???, but in the end, that's exactly what they will be: futile. I know too much about wrestler's of your type. The data I've collected while beating the ominous crap out of people like you is a godsend. There's much I expect to see you do ???, but is there anything, anything at all that you expect me to do? Here, I'll answer that for you: no. That's because you're up against an unpredictable entity. Tough ain't it? I can read you like a book already, and all the while, you're stuck in the dark wondering who the hell I am ???...and it's eating away at your cerebrum...

Well wonder no more ???, because right here before you, lies the most devastating wolf known to man. Don't let the name fool you , Matt Jackson. Simple name huh? well go on with the jokes, say I'm related to Michael, say what you want to get it off your chest, because it'll just bring me all the more joy of seeing you out cold facing the arena lights. Say what you will, but I am not just "Matt Jackson", I am the all that is nothing. I don't exist. I'm just a mere fragment of your limited imagination ???. I'm not even talking to you right now. Matt Jackson is nothing more than a mental feed projecting itself...but then again I could be lying to you. Perhaps I am real. These fists and this face could really exist ya know. Wouldn't you care to find out at Fade Out? I know I would. Nothing makes me feel more alive than knowing that I'm a force in the wrestling ring, while nothing may make you feel more alive than knowing that you're the experimental sheep set for slaughter. The Genesis knows no limits ???, because now in your head, I don't exist. That's fine with me, because I can be anything to you now, and it's going to hurt you one-hundred times worse when I rip you out of that pathetic dreamworld, and begin your everlasting nightmare.

The aura of Darwinism is still alive and kicking ???. Survival of the fittest is still the law of the land. If you can't comprehend what I'm saying, you aren't fit to survive in this land...because ???, in this land, Genesis is law. You break the law, I break your face, got that nimrod? Fade Out will only be the start of your suffering. There's so much more I want to excecute, but I don't think I'll have enough time at Fade Out. See man, you've already ruined my fun. I was looking forward to beating the crap out of you so much I lost track of time. Ain't that a bitch? So guess what, I'll make it up to myself, by accelerating the process. ???, I'll give you twice the beatdown in the alloted time. Sounds fair? Sure it does, because I am the law, and don't you forget it. ???, you're only getting this match because I'm letting it happen. For all I know, I could hop off the train and beat the holy shit out of you right in front of your doorstep...but you don't want that. Well, guess what, it's not about what you want ???, it's about what I want, and I want to make you bleed like never before. I want to make you scream in fear, and shout in agony...because that's the only thing you can now expect at Fade Out ???, so be prepared...I know I will...

And within those words, lied a declaration of war. No one knows exactly what the outcome of this match will be, but I assure you, we'll be in for one hell of a shocker....no no, not the "OMGWTFBBQ! UPSET!" shocker...I mean a high-voltage shock to the system. Matt Jackson's first match in over a year should prove to be a trial of strength, but will it be the determining factor in his match against ???...nah, I doubt it. There will be some ass-whoopin at Fade Out, and it ain't gonna be because a baby was just born. Live, in front of a worldwide audience, ??? will get the single most anticipated ass-whoopin in history, courtesy of the Genesis himself. As much as I hate to admit it, Jackson was right about one thing, Darwinism is still alive and kicking. New Wrestling Organization is the new hunting ground, yet again. When Jackson first arrived to the NWO years ago he made his presence felt, and not only time will hold down the man that is Matt Jackson and his anticipative return. But time will tell whether or not ??? has it in him to determine if he's the hunter, or the hunted...by the way *The BDNE is handed a paper from the NWO Advertisement Committee*...Tickets go on sale at 5AM! ^5-A-M^! NWO! BE THERRRRE!!!)