On-Screen: Just means that people in the arena and watching on TV can see.
Off-Screen: Just means that it happened where the crowd or TV users can't see it, like when Teddy Long told the Smackdown roster that Cena was stabbed in a nightclub (don't worry, he actually wasn't. Again Kayfabe) but you get the point.
WWF One Night Only 1997, Backstage Off-Screen:
Jack pulled into the car park with a duffel bag with his ring gear inside, he nodded to himself and thought how he should 'act'. When he was in HCW, it was a minor promotion where the crowds were fun and appreciative of everyone. Jack was kind and respective to everyone, he won the crowd over with his clean way and his honourable attitude. He met and befriended Barron Blade during his time in HCW, they had initially been a Tag Team and had won the Tag Team Championships. However, it was quickly broken up when an opportunity to gain the top belt in the promotion came around. Barron had stabbed Jack in the back and used his friendship to become the HCW Heavyweight Champion. Jack felt angry at Barron's betrayal so he decided to take Barron's title from him but we all know how that turned out.
'Well no more! I will not allow anyone to step on me again!' Jack told himself as he exited the car with his bag and entered the backstage area.
He walked backstage to find a locker room with 'For Superstars' on the front. He nodded before walking into the door, he had gotten told that the announcer was going to talk to him, He entered the locker room to find it empty. Jack turned on the television and looked at a nearby clock to see he still had an hour before the show started.
He sat down and opened his bag then started to change. He just pulled his shirt off when he heard someone knock on the door. Thinking that it was the announcer, he walked over to it and opened it to find a woman with blond hair and a multi coloured sports bra and shorts of the same colours. She also had dark blue heel boots that went to her thighs. Jack saw the woman staring at his body before she slowly allowed a saucy smile on her face.
Jack just raised an eyebrow before asking. "Can I help you?"
"Yes you can." The woman said almost dreamily still looking at Jack's body. Jack, annoyed at the woman, scoffed and shut the door in her face. He turned back to change when he heard the door knock again.
"I'm not letting you in just so you can stare at me." Jack called to the woman on the other side of the door.
"I'm the announcer!" The Woman answered back making Jack stop and groan. He went back and opened the door again.
"Prove it." Jack taunted.
The woman smiled before giving Jack a script. Jack took the sheet and saw it was full of announcer's lines. He 'hmm' and opened the door wider to let the woman in. He walked back and sat down facing the woman. She looked around the locker room before focusing on Jack's body again.
"You wanted to talk about something?" Jack asked the woman who just hummed, annoying Jack again.
"I'm Sunny." The woman now named Sunny held out a hand, Jack stared at the hand for a breath before shaking her hand with his own.
"Hello Sunny, I'm Jack Calaway. What did you need to talk about?" Jack asked Sunny.
"Just information about the announcements. From your accent, I can tell from you're from England. Just need your weight to finish." Sunny still held the smile on her face.
"I'm close to 400 pounds, just stick with that." Jack shortly said. Sunny nodded before writing it down on the script.
"Okay thank you. Hope you win later tonight." Sunny said to Jack who just nodded and Sunny left the room leaving Jack on his own. He changed into his wrestling gear and just watched TV till One Night Only started.
The opening match with Dude Love vs Hunter Hearst Helmsley had just ended though it had made Jack sick in disgust when Helmsley need help to win.
He walked to the curtain and waited for his match when he heard someone walk up to him, Jack turned to see Sunny with that smile of hers.
"Hello there, you ready for your debut, handsome?" She asked to which Jack silently nodded, to focused on getting ready to answer back.
In The Arena, On-Screen:
Sunny's music hit and she walked out to a cheering crowd with a black fluffy coat.
"Oh my!" Jerry 'The King' Lawler almost fainted at the sight of Sunny.
"Here is your guest ring announcer, Sunny!" The crowd cheered the woman while the commentators were talking about how beautiful Sunny is.
The woman entered the ring before taking off her coat to reveal her attire making the men in the arena cheer and whistle. She was given a mic and spoke.
"I'm so proud to be here in England for One Night Only!" The crowd popped at that.
"Introducing first." Sunny stopped when Jack walked to the sound of some generic rock track, his theme being undecided due to the short notice.
"Making his WWF debut, from Birmingham, England!" The crowd popped Jack massively when they heard a fellow englishmen was wrestling.
"He stands at seven feet tall, weighing in 400 pounds, Jack Calaway." Jack walked out straight to the ring with a emotionless face on. He wore his navy blue jean jacket with the hoodie underneath it.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, tonight we are seeing the debut of this young man. Who is just eighteen years of age, but has been training in wrestling for several years." JR said.
"Yeah but isn't he too young to be in this business, this isn't for little kids." Lawler told JR. Jack entered the ring before walking towards a turnbuckle and climbed to the middle rope to raise his arms. The cheered Jack but the the giant didn't change his face.
"He doesn't look 'little' to me, King." Vince McMahon said back.
Jack jumped down and took off his jacket and hoodie before handing them to a ringside official. He sat on the middle turnbuckle, staring up the entrance ramp waiting for his opponent. Some women in the crowd wolf-whistled at the sight of Jack's physique.
The cheers turned into booes as the theme of Tiger Ali Singh played.
"And his opponent, accompanied by his father Tiger Jeet Singh, weighing in at 280 pounds from Toronto, Canada. Tiger Ali Singh!" Sunny finished her announcements before exiting the ring but gave Jack a discrete wink.
Jack turned his head at her, curious why she did that when the voice in his head interrupted his thoughts.
'Because she wants to bang you mate. You know what I'm talking about!' The voice said with a suggestive voice, making Jack visibly cringe.
'Please don't speak like that. It sounds weird.' Jack practically begged the voice who just giggled. When Jack refocused on Ali, he saw that Ali was talking into the microphone about spreading drug free messages to the world, before giving the mic to his father. The elderly man spoke in his native language, as the man was speaking Jack looked at his opponent to see he was wearing a black and red singlet, with knee pads and boots with the same colours as his singlet.
'Mate, shut that guy up and let's get out of here! I'm bored!' The voice pouted.
Jack just shrugged and stood straight up when Jeet was finished. Ali walked to the turnbuckle opposite Jack.
The referee called for the bell and the two met in middle. They went for a collar and elbow tie up and Jack pushed Ali to the ground. The crowd cheered while Ali was surprised, Jack just beckoned Singh towards him with a hand gesture, with his hand as a smirk appeared on his face. The crowd still cheering for Jack.
Ali stood up, now cautious about the strength of his opponent. They went for a collar and elbow tie up again but Jack quickly bent down and picked up Ali onto his shoulders for a quick powerslam. Jack quickly threw right hands into Ali's face, before picking him up to a standing position by his throat. Tiger Ali was groggy on his feet but wasn't given any time as he was picked up into a Military Press with no effort from Jack.
"That is 280 pounds ladies and gentlemen!" JR reminded the audience "Lifted with no effort whatsoever!" Jack threw Ali onto his back.
Calaway then quickly grabbed Ali by his hair and pulled him up to feet. only to push him into the turnbuckles. Jack fired off a couple of right hands and went to irish whip Ali again, but decided not to and pulled him back. When Ali reached Jack, the seven foot man pushed the Asian-Canadian upwards. Gravity pulled Ali downwards onto the top turnbuckle, making Ali flop to the ground holding his face.
"Right on the noggin!" Vince shouted.
Jack started down at his opponent with an equal mixture of disgust and annoyance, this guy wasn't a challenge. This was the big leagues? He just smirked in before pulling Ali to his feet, Jack then grabbed Ali's throat and lifted him up with two hands, before slamming Ali down with one hand.
"A thunderous chokeslam, I tell you guys this Jack Calaway is dominant, Ali Singh hasn't even mustered one offensive move in this entire match." Vince said to his fellow commentators.
Jack just glared down at Ali who was groaning in pain, and still holding his face and rib areas. Jack turned to the referee and pointed at Ali as if to ask 'What more do I need to do?'. The ref walked over to Ali and started to check if he was able to still compete while Jack just lent on the turnbuckles. The crowd was cheering Jack on, who just shrugged to the crowd with a mocking smile.
"The ref checking on Singh now, I think this needs to be called off. Singh is clearly hurt badly here." JR said but Lawler couldn't help but add his two cents in.
"Maybe Ali should go hide behind his daddy. I mean why else would Ali bring his dad?" Lawler asked with a tiny bit of venom in his voice. As Jack was waiting on the turnbuckle he was having a conversation with the voice inside his head.
'I thought this was the big leagues, this guy isn't even a challenge. Barron gave me a bigger challenge than this.'
'Because you held back on Barron, it was your softness and past friendship that made you not want to hurt your friend. Now that you are not facing him, you're not holding back. Like you should always do, never hold back!' The voice told Jack who just hummed.
'Did you practise that speech?' Jack blunty asked. The voice just mumbled under its breath and decided to be quiet.
Jack heard someone talking to him and looked up to see the ref.
"He's decided to continue." The Referee told him, though with a reluctant face, making Jack slightly annoyed but did have a small measure of respect for Ali Singh. Jack walked over to the Asian-Canadian and pulled him to his feet.
Jack dragged Ali over to the turnbuckle and pulled Ali into front facelock position, Jack then draped Ali's near arm over his shoulder. Jack then lifted Ali onto a sitting position on the top turnbuckle and Jack followed him, by climbing towards the second rope.
"Jack looking for a suplex from the middle rope." JR said.
Jack then went to superplex Ali but Singh fought out of it. Punching Calaway in the face numerous times, forcing Jack to drop to the floor and check his eye. Jack had landed facing away from Ali who took advantage and jumped from the top rope for a top rope diving bulldog.
"Oh! Ali Singh calls that the Tiger Bomb!" Vince shouted into his headphones.
Ali crawled over to Calaway and hooked Jack's leg for the pin.
"On-!"
Calaway was able to kick out at one, making Singh look at the referee in shock. The crowd cheered however.
"Calaway able to kick out at just a one count! Ali needs to keep the offence up if he'll be successful tonight." JR said as Ali crawled over to his father to talk.
"Hey! What is he doing?! Is he asking his daddy what to do? See this is why I don't like this Tiger Ali Singh, he isn't even his own man. He needs his daddy to help him." Lawler said with a lot more venom in his voice. As Ali Singh was talking with his father Tiger Jeet Singh, Jack with help from the ropes, kipped up to the surprise of the crowd.
"Whoa, what a kip up form this seven foot behemoth!" Vince called out in excitement. Knowing that this young giant already past his trial.
The crowd cheered and Jeet Singh warned his son while pointing behind him. Ali Singh stood up and looked behind him but was met with a kick to the face by a Standing Side Kick.
"Whoa, what was that?! Was that a Sweet Chin Music?!" Lawler shouted.
Backstage a certain Heartbreak Kid was flipping out in his locker room about what a 'rookie' is doing, using 'his move'.
Meanwhile in the ring, Jack grabbed Ali Singh and pulled him to his feet before picking the Asian-Canadian up into a Canadian Backbreaker Rack. The crowd were unsure what Calaway was going to do, but did pop slightly when Jack pushed Ali off his shoulder and pulled him down for a sit down DDT. Jack hasn't thought up a name for it though.
"Oh!" JR cringed.
"It's over." Lawler concluded as indeed Jack covered Ali Singh.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The crowd exploded into cheers.
"Here is your winner, Jack Calaway!" Sunny announced as the audience cheered even more. Jack had his hand raised and just exited the ring before collecting his jean jacket and hoodie. He then walked back up the ramp while raising his hand.
Backstage, Off-Screen:
As soon as Jack walked past the curtain, he heard someone shout in his direction.
"Hey!" Jack turned to see The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels walking up to him with Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rick Rude and Chyna following him. Michaels stood in front of Jack with a pissed off look.
"What the hell was that?! The hell are you using my move for!?" Michaels demanded. Jack simply raised an eyebrow at shorter man and walked away, HBK just looked at Jack's retreating form with hatred in his eyes.
'How dare that disrespectful punk ignore me!' HBK thought.
"Hey come on Shawn, he's a rookie. He doesn't know any better." Hunter told his friend. Hunter just thought the rookie wouldn't be able to cut it, so he just wanted his friend to keep his focus on the European Title match later tonight and not on some rookie.
Jack didn't want to do anything nor was he scheduled for anything tonight so he just watched the PPV on the screen. He wasn't really interested with following three matches but did start to get interested in the Vader vs Owen Hart match. Jack had certainly heard of the infamous Hart family, anyone who was a wrestling fan knew about the Hart family.
While Vader had won the match, Jack's respect for Owen did rise. Not a lot of people would face Vader in a match head on. However something weird happened when the screen turned to the Undertaker's promo.
Jack felt strange at first, he couldn't describe it. It felt like he knew the Deadman.
'But that couldn't be. I've never seen this man in my life.' Jack told himself as he continued to look at the television.
'So, he is here.' The voice quietly said, making Jack even more confused. When he asked the voice what it was talking about. The voice didn't respond and just kept quiet, this made Jack even more annoyed to the point of leaving the arena towards the orphanage.
Bio (Part 2):
Finisher: Canadian Backbreaker Rack into a Sit Down DDT, Chokeslam
A/N: So, is this story good or not. I'm obviously changing and adding a few things.
Okay, standard farewell message time. Review if you want to see if I can make this fic better; and please no flaming, just constructive ple
