Post by jakeway on Jun 12, 2011 16:11:13 GMT -5
New York Wrestling Sentinel, June 10, 2011
New York City—With the EUW’s Pay-Per-View event “Retribution” mere days away, company management has promised that a new period is dawning for everyone. CEO and Owner of EUW Kirk Kennedy announced yesterday that the “F.I.E.L.D.S.” program will be combined into the already high-caliber wrestling of the company’s training and presentation, and one of its graduates will be employed among the other EUW stars.
Kennedy, a longstanding member of the EUW and businessman always on the lookout for means of expanding the company’s already impressive legacy, said earlier today—in an interview with the Sentinel—that it was “time to bring in men of dedication who come from a more different side of this great sport. We here at EUW have always been about getting better and better each and every time we have a match or present our talent in a number of other ways, and you can only get better by taking what you have already perfected and introducing a whole new challenging element—which is what sort of direction this company is headed. The rest of the EUW staff and I are under the impression that this is what the wrestling fans want, something they’ve never seen before, and the introduction of a F.I.E.L.D.S wrestler, with the exotic experience their program readies them physically and mentally for in the squared circle, is just the kind of thing people will find to be a game-changer.”
After being questioned why F.I.E.L.D.S. was being brought into the EUW now and not at an earlier point, Kennedy would only say that the F.I.E.L.D.S program had long been an idea the company considered running alongside the regular EUW foundation and that this newest addition to the roster would be a “welcome member” of the Extreme United Wrestling family.
First established in Canada in 2004, the independently funded F.I.E.L.D.S. was initially created as a new experimental VR (virtual reality) system measure that focuses not only on the physical action of training, but mental action as well, with the concept of making the overcoming of an opponent possible by solving the “puzzle” comprised of a registered opponent’s strengths, weaknesses, height, weight, how experienced they are, and even their attitude, a major aspect of the program when it was set up by a collection of retired professional wrestlers, trainers, and officials who ran various companies across the globe. By allowing athletes to engage in simulated training without the potentially career-ending strain of overdone workout/accidental injury or abuse of the body, as well as without the use or need of drugs, it was viewed as “wrestling of the future.” Aided in its growth by founder Artemis Red, the F.I.E.L.D.S. method of training took off as a unique and jaw-dropping type of experience in order to better the physical and mental caliber of pro-wrestlers in a generation of technical advancement.
The program has come under fire from old school (and present) wresting loyalists who insist that the concept of a computerized “wrestling school” is too outlandish and the complete opposite to what the sport has always been about, and some have claimed it to be “videogame wrestling” and “just another sign that people have lost sight as to what this sport is: a sport.” However, F.I.E.L.D.S. representatives have assured, upon setting up the program in a company, that the wrestlers who make up this compilation of their best workings will first and foremost always be about the sport and that they have not lost sight of its history. “The way that they train and approach competing in the squared circle might be different from the longtime manner in which things have worked, but at the end of the night these men and women are wrestlers just like wrestlers have been since this sport rose to prominence. Their "ring" is different from a common wrestler's "ring" that is used to train, but the lessons learned here--virtual or not--DO carry over into the real competitive physical contests of a normal wrestling event. This program has always been serious in its approach. This is no game. The wrestlers of F.I.E.L.D.S. consistently blend their moral upbringing and training with those of the particular company that has allowed them to wrestle among THEIR best in THEIR ring in THEIR home,” said one representative, “and EUW will be no different for the professional we send in.”
It may have just been walking down the stairs, but for him, it felt like walking down into some sort of alternate realm, opposite day to what he used to be about and how he used to live. Presently, all he wears is a black muscle shirt and black boxers; “all you need” was what he was told. Sunlight shines through the windows up near the ceiling, the hallway at the bottom of the stairs reminded him of the corridors he always took when heading to the ring at a house-show. Narrow, plain, but there was always that feeling that a purpose existed at the end of the hall. He was going down there for something. His feet move him forward, and the “prize” at the end of the hall, a door, becomes visible.
Next thing he knew, he was pulling on his right boot, a solid black piece of equipment that was heavy and light at the same time. He tied it like the boots he used to wear, like millions of other wrestlers wore, but it still gave him that “new and exciting” feeling. They gave a bit of a rough clomping on the tile at first and they’re definitely snug, but soon he would hardly be able to tell that he was wearing them.
Then came the leather belt with the solid steel buckle that he locked together over the red/gray tights he had just pulled on. The two worked together like a charm; he could move around without the belt providing grief and the tights were a natural fit. In a way, he almost felt like he was walking around freely, naked but still clothed. That was the type of arid movement he could feel, and psychological or not, an added element of speed was experienced. This would definitely come in handy.
After that came the suit that enveloped everything waist-up except his neck and head. The second it was on, he could hear the pulsating pressure being applied that kept him standing firm, not slouched or arched to one side. He takes a few deep breaths; his chest exhales all the way inside the suit until it stops at the light metallic material that makes up portions of the outfit. His arms are stretched out and he clenches and unclenches his gloved hands a few times until he can feel his excited blood circulating fittingly. Things would no doubt get a bit hot in this thing, but to have that *feeling* going through his body the entire time he was training—or better yet out there competing--it just might be worth it. Its sleekness was more or less an added bonus, and to be so flexible in something that makes itself out to look heavy as hell? The best. He might pinch himself if the uniform weren’t tough like steel to the touch. Might be viewed as bit unfair if someone clocked him in the chest or landed on him from the top rope, but he was sure it’d be a double-bladed sword, like if he fell too hard himself. Practice to find the safest and best ways to move about and defend himself from a high-risk impact would be needed.
Right after pulling on what was deemed the “heavenly fabric” (which was supposed to give his head and face some extra padding but he just felt like he pulled a trash bag on his head) he donned the final piece of the puzzle: the mask. A ghostly blank white face looks back at him. Well, almost blank, minus the dark red “eye” on the right side of the face that stares back at him. The material will let him see through the left side just fine, but this “eye” will become his eye once the mask is applied and he goes out there. Bit creepy, not sure if he completely trusted letting a piece of technology like this play as a major part of his vision, but it was all he had and they hyped it as the most important part of the whole package, so he would have to accept it. Placing the mask on his head and looking back at himself in a small mirror in the corner, he felt that he sort of looked like an alien of some sort, or maybe a comic book character in this costume of his, but it was what it was and it felt very natural already. With time, he might not even notice it anymore, forget he was wearing it this bizarre mask and getup.
He was back in the hallway, but it was a different one this time. As he walked down this narrow corridor, he gripped his hands into fists and lightly pounded them together. The boots clicked along on the floor, echoing in the hallway, and the mask made things a bit darker than they probably were, but things were still well on their way as he could feel himself slowly “fill” the uniform that would serve as both his training instrument and his attire come his matches in Extreme United Wrestling. Finally reaching the end to this hallway, he holds out the gloved hand and grips the doorknob. He turns it, pushes the door open, and lets the light envelop him. Soon the lights of the stadiums would be on him, soon the light of people’s views would fall upon him, and soon the lights of his skills and persona would be glistening outward for the world to see. They would never see this man coming…
Name: Ewan Jakeway
Employment Goal: Become EUW’s Next “WOW!”
Fully dressed for success, and knowing that this is unlike anything he himself has ever done before, Jakeway steps into the room, allowing the light above to cradle around him, causing his “armor” to shine as he reaches a gloved hand up to the “eye” of his mask, presses a button, and activates it. The pupil powers on to a bright red with a light but high-pitched noise preceding the somewhat eerie glow. Jakeway takes a deep breath as he becomes accustomed to the sight and stands silently in the room.
"Let me tell you about me..."
Ewan Jakeway does a backflip in the middle of the bright room, building himself into the suit as he does so. Following that show of athleticism, he uppercuts the air and swings his body around in a graceful arc. Then he rolls to the ground and stays on his back for a few seconds before leaping to his feet, a “kip up” as some refer to it as.
“Even when I was a little boy, I always wanted to be that sort of “action wrestler”; someone larger than life who could take your breath away.”
He nods in approval and smiles behind the mask as the physical training continues. Soon the big day, his first appearance among the whole gang, will be upon him, and Jakeway will be damned if he does not make the best first impression possible. He runs forward and does a cartwheel across the room before swinging his left leg up, slicing through the air with impressive flexibility. He swings his leg up again, visualizing an opponent before him.
“To be what I want to be, to become THE ‘Ewan Jakeway’ that I want the people to see, the challenge comes in building to that amazing caliber. In this suit, looked at as someone new among dozens of guys who have made this business and know all the tricks, all the types of faces, I have to be a surprise to them. I have to be confident—not cocky. I have to have a physicality unlike anything that’s been seen in the EUW. And being that this is EXTREME United Wrestling, I know for certain that possessing the attitude that shows people I will go get something when I want it is what I have to have.”
Ewan turns as he is kneeled like a cat on all fours and then bounces off his palms and spins his legs in a circle. He falls and lands on both palms again, landing so that he is facing the opposite direction to his original position.
“To come to a place like this, with the goal of being who I want to be on my mind, who I want the fans to WANT me to be…that’s all a real important duty. I suppose the lucky thing for me is that I have done plenty like this before, the physical part; an athletic background in body building and aerobatics, trained in various rings around the world, and taken on physical challenges like mountain-climbing, biking, and sailing…you could say I’m a bit of an industrious person.”
Having set a steel chair up to pose as an opponent while a gym bag hangs on the ceiling, Ewan takes a deep breath and rushes the chair. He jumps onto the top of the back part and sails away from the chair at an impressive height, spinning in the air once before kicking the bag and then landing on his palms in a handstand, which he follows with immediately by spiking the bag again with his hard boots in a circular motion.
"This is a whole new ballgame for me. You could almost call it retribution."
His front facing the light of the room from the window, Ewan Jakeway stands straight as his first of many physical days of training comes to an end. Soon, his debut will come, and every second of today was by no means wasted. Slowly becoming one with his suit, and mixing its pros and cons with his previously learned abilities, Jakeway feels a confidence he knows that the people will appreciate seeing in the ring someday. It could be right away, or it could take months. Either way, his mind is set on the world ahead, the adventure of being a part of the EUW.
“Indeed, this is a compelling period for me. I have no identity now except this one that I want to put out there. A fresh start. It will be demanding…but I am ready for anything. Absolutely.”
Ewan Jakeway turns to the camera, his red “eye” staring into the lens and shines brightly. He slowly lifts a finger up and presses a button on it. The high-pitched noise is heard again as the “eye” cuts off and so does the camera feed.
”F.I.E.L.D.S.” HEAVYWEIGHT REPORTEDLY TRANSFERRED TO EXTREME UNITED WRESTLING
New York City—With the EUW’s Pay-Per-View event “Retribution” mere days away, company management has promised that a new period is dawning for everyone. CEO and Owner of EUW Kirk Kennedy announced yesterday that the “F.I.E.L.D.S.” program will be combined into the already high-caliber wrestling of the company’s training and presentation, and one of its graduates will be employed among the other EUW stars.
Kennedy, a longstanding member of the EUW and businessman always on the lookout for means of expanding the company’s already impressive legacy, said earlier today—in an interview with the Sentinel—that it was “time to bring in men of dedication who come from a more different side of this great sport. We here at EUW have always been about getting better and better each and every time we have a match or present our talent in a number of other ways, and you can only get better by taking what you have already perfected and introducing a whole new challenging element—which is what sort of direction this company is headed. The rest of the EUW staff and I are under the impression that this is what the wrestling fans want, something they’ve never seen before, and the introduction of a F.I.E.L.D.S wrestler, with the exotic experience their program readies them physically and mentally for in the squared circle, is just the kind of thing people will find to be a game-changer.”
After being questioned why F.I.E.L.D.S. was being brought into the EUW now and not at an earlier point, Kennedy would only say that the F.I.E.L.D.S program had long been an idea the company considered running alongside the regular EUW foundation and that this newest addition to the roster would be a “welcome member” of the Extreme United Wrestling family.
First established in Canada in 2004, the independently funded F.I.E.L.D.S. was initially created as a new experimental VR (virtual reality) system measure that focuses not only on the physical action of training, but mental action as well, with the concept of making the overcoming of an opponent possible by solving the “puzzle” comprised of a registered opponent’s strengths, weaknesses, height, weight, how experienced they are, and even their attitude, a major aspect of the program when it was set up by a collection of retired professional wrestlers, trainers, and officials who ran various companies across the globe. By allowing athletes to engage in simulated training without the potentially career-ending strain of overdone workout/accidental injury or abuse of the body, as well as without the use or need of drugs, it was viewed as “wrestling of the future.” Aided in its growth by founder Artemis Red, the F.I.E.L.D.S. method of training took off as a unique and jaw-dropping type of experience in order to better the physical and mental caliber of pro-wrestlers in a generation of technical advancement.
The program has come under fire from old school (and present) wresting loyalists who insist that the concept of a computerized “wrestling school” is too outlandish and the complete opposite to what the sport has always been about, and some have claimed it to be “videogame wrestling” and “just another sign that people have lost sight as to what this sport is: a sport.” However, F.I.E.L.D.S. representatives have assured, upon setting up the program in a company, that the wrestlers who make up this compilation of their best workings will first and foremost always be about the sport and that they have not lost sight of its history. “The way that they train and approach competing in the squared circle might be different from the longtime manner in which things have worked, but at the end of the night these men and women are wrestlers just like wrestlers have been since this sport rose to prominence. Their "ring" is different from a common wrestler's "ring" that is used to train, but the lessons learned here--virtual or not--DO carry over into the real competitive physical contests of a normal wrestling event. This program has always been serious in its approach. This is no game. The wrestlers of F.I.E.L.D.S. consistently blend their moral upbringing and training with those of the particular company that has allowed them to wrestle among THEIR best in THEIR ring in THEIR home,” said one representative, “and EUW will be no different for the professional we send in.”
INTRO
It may have just been walking down the stairs, but for him, it felt like walking down into some sort of alternate realm, opposite day to what he used to be about and how he used to live. Presently, all he wears is a black muscle shirt and black boxers; “all you need” was what he was told. Sunlight shines through the windows up near the ceiling, the hallway at the bottom of the stairs reminded him of the corridors he always took when heading to the ring at a house-show. Narrow, plain, but there was always that feeling that a purpose existed at the end of the hall. He was going down there for something. His feet move him forward, and the “prize” at the end of the hall, a door, becomes visible.
Next thing he knew, he was pulling on his right boot, a solid black piece of equipment that was heavy and light at the same time. He tied it like the boots he used to wear, like millions of other wrestlers wore, but it still gave him that “new and exciting” feeling. They gave a bit of a rough clomping on the tile at first and they’re definitely snug, but soon he would hardly be able to tell that he was wearing them.
Then came the leather belt with the solid steel buckle that he locked together over the red/gray tights he had just pulled on. The two worked together like a charm; he could move around without the belt providing grief and the tights were a natural fit. In a way, he almost felt like he was walking around freely, naked but still clothed. That was the type of arid movement he could feel, and psychological or not, an added element of speed was experienced. This would definitely come in handy.
After that came the suit that enveloped everything waist-up except his neck and head. The second it was on, he could hear the pulsating pressure being applied that kept him standing firm, not slouched or arched to one side. He takes a few deep breaths; his chest exhales all the way inside the suit until it stops at the light metallic material that makes up portions of the outfit. His arms are stretched out and he clenches and unclenches his gloved hands a few times until he can feel his excited blood circulating fittingly. Things would no doubt get a bit hot in this thing, but to have that *feeling* going through his body the entire time he was training—or better yet out there competing--it just might be worth it. Its sleekness was more or less an added bonus, and to be so flexible in something that makes itself out to look heavy as hell? The best. He might pinch himself if the uniform weren’t tough like steel to the touch. Might be viewed as bit unfair if someone clocked him in the chest or landed on him from the top rope, but he was sure it’d be a double-bladed sword, like if he fell too hard himself. Practice to find the safest and best ways to move about and defend himself from a high-risk impact would be needed.
Right after pulling on what was deemed the “heavenly fabric” (which was supposed to give his head and face some extra padding but he just felt like he pulled a trash bag on his head) he donned the final piece of the puzzle: the mask. A ghostly blank white face looks back at him. Well, almost blank, minus the dark red “eye” on the right side of the face that stares back at him. The material will let him see through the left side just fine, but this “eye” will become his eye once the mask is applied and he goes out there. Bit creepy, not sure if he completely trusted letting a piece of technology like this play as a major part of his vision, but it was all he had and they hyped it as the most important part of the whole package, so he would have to accept it. Placing the mask on his head and looking back at himself in a small mirror in the corner, he felt that he sort of looked like an alien of some sort, or maybe a comic book character in this costume of his, but it was what it was and it felt very natural already. With time, he might not even notice it anymore, forget he was wearing it this bizarre mask and getup.
He was back in the hallway, but it was a different one this time. As he walked down this narrow corridor, he gripped his hands into fists and lightly pounded them together. The boots clicked along on the floor, echoing in the hallway, and the mask made things a bit darker than they probably were, but things were still well on their way as he could feel himself slowly “fill” the uniform that would serve as both his training instrument and his attire come his matches in Extreme United Wrestling. Finally reaching the end to this hallway, he holds out the gloved hand and grips the doorknob. He turns it, pushes the door open, and lets the light envelop him. Soon the lights of the stadiums would be on him, soon the light of people’s views would fall upon him, and soon the lights of his skills and persona would be glistening outward for the world to see. They would never see this man coming…
Name: Ewan Jakeway
Employment Goal: Become EUW’s Next “WOW!”
Fully dressed for success, and knowing that this is unlike anything he himself has ever done before, Jakeway steps into the room, allowing the light above to cradle around him, causing his “armor” to shine as he reaches a gloved hand up to the “eye” of his mask, presses a button, and activates it. The pupil powers on to a bright red with a light but high-pitched noise preceding the somewhat eerie glow. Jakeway takes a deep breath as he becomes accustomed to the sight and stands silently in the room.
"Let me tell you about me..."
Ewan Jakeway does a backflip in the middle of the bright room, building himself into the suit as he does so. Following that show of athleticism, he uppercuts the air and swings his body around in a graceful arc. Then he rolls to the ground and stays on his back for a few seconds before leaping to his feet, a “kip up” as some refer to it as.
“Even when I was a little boy, I always wanted to be that sort of “action wrestler”; someone larger than life who could take your breath away.”
He nods in approval and smiles behind the mask as the physical training continues. Soon the big day, his first appearance among the whole gang, will be upon him, and Jakeway will be damned if he does not make the best first impression possible. He runs forward and does a cartwheel across the room before swinging his left leg up, slicing through the air with impressive flexibility. He swings his leg up again, visualizing an opponent before him.
“To be what I want to be, to become THE ‘Ewan Jakeway’ that I want the people to see, the challenge comes in building to that amazing caliber. In this suit, looked at as someone new among dozens of guys who have made this business and know all the tricks, all the types of faces, I have to be a surprise to them. I have to be confident—not cocky. I have to have a physicality unlike anything that’s been seen in the EUW. And being that this is EXTREME United Wrestling, I know for certain that possessing the attitude that shows people I will go get something when I want it is what I have to have.”
Ewan turns as he is kneeled like a cat on all fours and then bounces off his palms and spins his legs in a circle. He falls and lands on both palms again, landing so that he is facing the opposite direction to his original position.
“To come to a place like this, with the goal of being who I want to be on my mind, who I want the fans to WANT me to be…that’s all a real important duty. I suppose the lucky thing for me is that I have done plenty like this before, the physical part; an athletic background in body building and aerobatics, trained in various rings around the world, and taken on physical challenges like mountain-climbing, biking, and sailing…you could say I’m a bit of an industrious person.”
Having set a steel chair up to pose as an opponent while a gym bag hangs on the ceiling, Ewan takes a deep breath and rushes the chair. He jumps onto the top of the back part and sails away from the chair at an impressive height, spinning in the air once before kicking the bag and then landing on his palms in a handstand, which he follows with immediately by spiking the bag again with his hard boots in a circular motion.
"This is a whole new ballgame for me. You could almost call it retribution."
His front facing the light of the room from the window, Ewan Jakeway stands straight as his first of many physical days of training comes to an end. Soon, his debut will come, and every second of today was by no means wasted. Slowly becoming one with his suit, and mixing its pros and cons with his previously learned abilities, Jakeway feels a confidence he knows that the people will appreciate seeing in the ring someday. It could be right away, or it could take months. Either way, his mind is set on the world ahead, the adventure of being a part of the EUW.
“Indeed, this is a compelling period for me. I have no identity now except this one that I want to put out there. A fresh start. It will be demanding…but I am ready for anything. Absolutely.”
Ewan Jakeway turns to the camera, his red “eye” staring into the lens and shines brightly. He slowly lifts a finger up and presses a button on it. The high-pitched noise is heard again as the “eye” cuts off and so does the camera feed.