This fic was inspired by 'Sister of Darkness' by Vader23A, if you don't know of this fic then read it. It's good.
It was September 16th, four days from the WWF's UK exclusive PPV, One Night Only. A car parked in front of a small wrestling school in Birmingham before someone in a black suit walked out of the car to reveal Jim Ross, a commentator and one of the talent scouts for the WWF.
He had heard that a show was being held from a couple of his workmates, with them saying that the shows had gotten good reviews with one or two of the wrestlers here were almost WWF material. Jim Ross paid for a ticket and entered the audience doors before sitting in one of the chairs as the wrestling show started.
Later in the show, Jim did not see any of the wrestlers that were WWF material but stuck around to see if his workmates were right or were pulling his leg.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! It's time for the main event of the evening!" The announcer said making the audience cheer.
Some generic rock music was playing as a six-foot-one, blond short-haired man walked out of the curtain, smiling smugly.
He wore almost neon green wrestling trunks, green tape on his hands and forearms, green knee pads, white and green boots with two black matching tribal tattoos on his arms and a tribal tattoo on his upper back. Jim hurt his eyes just looking at him but did notice the small promotions belt around his waist.
"This match is for HCW Heavyweight Championship! First, the champion, weighing in at two hundred and thirty Ibs, from Birmingham, England, Barron Blade!" The crowd booed the man, letting Jim know who the crowd was behind.
Then, after Barron put the belt to the side and faced the ramp. Another song came on but was different from Barron's generic music.
The crowd cheered when a giant, that looked around seven feet tall, walked out of the ramp with a navy blue denim jacket, a black hoodie underneath which the hood was up, black wrestling trunks that reached his mid-thigh. Jim could also see a black glove on his left hand and see what appeared to be black tape on his right hand; he also wore plain black knee pads and plain black boots.
The seven-foot behemoth crouched on the stage before jumping straight up to a standing position, pushing his hood off to reveal a face that made JR's eyes widen in shock. He thought he was looking at the Undertaker but realised the hair, while the same dark brown colour, was shorter. Just reaching his shoulders not flowing past them, he didn't have any facial hair and was noticeably younger, almost in his late teens, but the resemblance was striking.
"And the challenger, weighing in at four hundred Ibs, from Birmingham, England. Jack Calaway!" The crowd popped for the giant who smiled brightly. He walked down the ramp taunting the crowd on both sides before jumping from the mat below onto the apron. He then turned around and leaned on the ropes calling out to the crowd, who cheered.
Jack entered the ring by jumping over the top rope before again calling out to the crowd and lifted his arms out to the sides. Jack took off the jean jacket and hoodie to reveal his body that was best described as a powerlifter but had more defined muscles with a visible six-pack. JR was able to see the kid was wearing a black forearm warmer on his right arm, it had a thumb hole which gave the illusion of black tape. He didn't wear anything on his left arm except for the black glove.
The ref was about to check Jack for weapons when Barron jumped the giant with punches forcing him to cover up. Barron then tried to Irish whip Jack but the behemoth countered and Irish whipped Barron into the turnbuckles. Barron didn't get a reprieve though as he was immediately assaulted by a barrage of punches from Jack. The giant then picked Barron up and sat him on the top turnbuckle before uppercutting him, making Barron drop to the floor, hitting the apron on the way down to the mat below.
The crowd oohed from the smack of the uppercut but mostly cheered. When Barron was getting to his feet, Jack moved through the ropes, onto the apron. He turned to face Barron, who just reached his feet and jumped from the apron to deliver a double axe handle.
The audience cheered the attack. Jack then got to his feet before picking Barron up by his hair and Irish whipping him into the barricade. Jack heard the referee shouting at him, so he looked up at the referee, however that look cost him.
The distraction allowed Barron to take control by again jumping Jack with a Lou Thesz Press and again attacking with a barrage of punches. As the referee reached five, Barron quickly entered the ring before shouting at the ref to count. The crowd booed at Barron taking a coward's way out but cheered when Jack rolled into the ring at seven.
Barron was visibly angry, he then practically teleported to stomp on Jack a couple of times before picking him up by his hair. Jack was pulled to his knees when Barron threw several right hands into Jack's face before running towards the ropes, rebounding off of them and dropkicking the giant to the ground. Barron jumped to his feet before taunting the crowd, who proceeded to boo the neon green wearing man. The boos turned to cheers when Jack did a kip-up with help from the ropes.
Jack glared wide-eyed, with a hint of madness in his eyes, at Barron's back with a crazy smile on his face. He started to slap himself in the face, making the crowd jacked up and cheer, Jim thought it was weird but at least he could see Jack knows how to work up a crowd, both of them do.
Barron turned around to see Jack up with the crazed look but had to duck when Jack went for a knockout punch. Barron ran to the ropes while Jack stayed still but turned around with cat-like quickness and almost took Barron's head off with a lariat when Barron ran towards Jack's back.
Jack went for a pin.
"One!"
"Tw-"
But Barron kicked out at two and a half.
Jack got to his feet and went to a nearby turnbuckle and sat on the top rope, waiting for Barron to stand up. Blade eventually stood up and turned around slowly collecting himself. He turned around only to see Jack stand up and jump from the turnbuckle, performing a high knee strike to Barron's head, knocking Barron down.
Jack went for the pin again but Barron kicked out at a two again. Jack looked at the referee in annoyance before thinking about what to do next.
Ten Minutes Later:
Jack and Barron had fought back and forth with the match mostly in Jack's favour when suddenly Barron pushed Jack into the referee, knocking the ref down to the floor. When Jack looked down at the ref to check on him, JR shook his head at the kid for making a rookie mistake. Never take your eyes off your opponent.
This saying was true as Barron then kick Jack in the groin before quickly using a piledriver. Barron quickly covered Jack and called to the referee to count. The ref crawled over before counting slowly.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
The crowd booed Barron's cowardly act to win, but the neon green man did not care and just grabbed his title before he ordered the ref to raise his hand. The ref reluctantly did so and Barron smirked at the crowd, happy that he was still the champion.
Barron turned around and exited the ring, to walk up the ramp while holding up his championship. As Blade walked to the back, Jack stumbled to his feet holding his head but he could hear the crowd cheering him.
He raised his fists up into the air as a way of interacting with the crowd as a thank you. JR saw the kid walk to the back and decided what to do.
One Hour Later:
Jack walked out of the building with his gear in a duffle bag wearing a blank t-shirt and jeans, with some plain white trainers on his feet. He walked towards his car when he suddenly stopped.
"If you're here for money, tough luck I don't have any," Jack called out. He then heard footsteps and saw an overweight man walk up to him with his hands up in a placating gesture.
"I'm not here to mug you, I just need to talk to you." The man spoke in an American accent. "I want to offer you a deal to work for the company I work at." The man offered Jack who stared at the man before saying.
"I guess that means this company you work for is a wrestling company, be awkward if you were working on something different. I saw you in the crowd. So what's this company you work for?" Jack asked the man.
"My name is Jim Ross and I work for the WWF." Jack looked shocked at JR before changing his face back to indifference, again making JR start to see the Undertaker again in the place of this young kid.
"Can I get back to you?" Jack again asked. JR nodded before taking out a calling card and handing it to Jack.
"Yes you can but you've got until Friday. We've got a spot open for one of our matches and we need to know beforehand." Jack nodded before entering his car and driving away.
Next-Day:
Jack woke up to see the plain white ceiling of the orphanage he was staying at. As much as he could remember from his childhood, he had always been here. To be honest, he always kept thinking he would never leave, but as he got older he soon realised that he had too. Jack was saddened when realised he had to leave, but figure out it was for the best. All of his friends from the orphanage have either gone to other families or have gotten lives of their own, and eventually stopped contacting each other. Jack kept hoping that Barron Blade was different and the two could be at least a successful tag team and maybe separate on friendly terms when the time came to break up and go their different ways, but we know how that turned out.
He looked to his right to see his clock say it was nearly eight in the morning. Jack simply got dressed and walked towards the kitchen to find Jennifer, the woman who practically ran the place, kept the orphans warm and happy. She was basically a mother to everyone here, which made the conversation he had last night come to his mind and frown.
Jennifer turned around to see Jack and was about to greet him a good morning but then noticed the frowned on his face.
"What's wrong Jack?" Jennifer asked. Jack looked up and saw Jennifer, she was in her mid-forties with flowing dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes that could only have happiness in them.
"Nothing Jen, it's just…" He paused for a heavy sigh escaped him. I've been giving a job opportunity." Jennifer thought Jack would be happy at receiving a job but could see he was having a dilemma.
"Is it not for wrestling?" Jennifer asked knowing that wrestling is what Jack had been to training do his entire life. Jack sat down at the long kitchen table and sighed again.
"No, it's for wrestling...It's just...ummm." Jack was struggling with answering Jennifer and she could see that so she went to hug him. He immediately hugged back tightly.
"It's okay J, just tell me. I won't be mad with you." Jennifer said softly and motherly. Jack let out a small laugh.
"It's not you getting angry that I'm worried about, it's where this job will take me that I'm struggling to answer." Jennifer still held him.
"I have to go to America soon." Jack felt Jennifer freeze up making him think it was because he had to leave, however, she was thinking something different.
'Oh no, what if he finds out what happened? How he came here?' She thought with worry only to look towards Jack before the feeling of shame filled her, she just couldn't stop his dream because of her fears. Jack has grown up before her eyes becoming a man that could defend himself. She sighed before saying.
"It's your dream, you pursue it. Don't stop because of me or anyone else. We will chat when we can but you will come to see us when you have time, alright?" Jennifer said in a stern voice at the end to which Jack nodded while laughing.
It was only an hour later when Jack picked up the phone and called the number that was on the card he kept into his pocket. It rang for a couple of moments before it was picked up.
"Hello, Jim Ross speaking." Jack heard on the other side of the line.
"Hey, Mr Ross? It's Jack Calaway, you gave me the calling card last night." Jack said to Ross.
"Ahh hello, Jack. Yes, I remember. Have you made a decision?" JR asked Jack took a deep breath.
"Yes, I've decided to sign with the WWF," Jack told JR.
"Okay, that is good. If you come to the NEC arena, We've written out a contract with you, tell the receptionist that you've got an appointment with Mr Ross." JR told Jack who agreed and put down the phone.
He got dressed in the smartest clothes he had and drove towards the NEC arena and told the receptionist about the appointment. She smiled and called to check when she was done she told Jack to go to an office and gave him directions.
When he reached the office, he knocked on the door. Hearing a 'come in!' from inside. He opened it to see JR along with Vince McMahon, the seven-foot eighteen-year-old was shocked, to say the least, and had to fight to make sure he didn't show it.
Vince looked up at the door and was surprised.
'Jim was right, if the tattoos, facial hair and longer hair were there, then I would be seeing Undertaker. Though a taller, more muscular-looking Undertaker.' Vince thought to himself before smiling politely at the young man.
"Mr Calaway?" McMahon asked Jack, who nodded before saying.
"Yes, sir. Just saying that I want to thank you for this opportunity."
McMahon and JR nodded. Knowing that the time for pleasantries was over, Vince opened a drawer and took out a small pile of paper. Jack looked at for a second to see it was a contract.
"Mr Calaway, this is a contract and Mr Ross here thinks you might be WWF material. If JR here is impressed then that's good enough for a tryout match. If you impress me enough, you get the contract to join the WWF. If not, then good luck in your future endeavours." McMahon said to the tall teen. Jack was looking forward to the match when McMahon showed his hand for a shake Jack heard a voice.
'Hehehehehe! So am I.' A giggling voice similar to Jack's said in his head. Jack just ignored the voice and shook McMahon's hand and walked out of the office. As soon as he shut the door, and made sure that no one was around, he smacked his own head.
'Ow! What was that for!?' The voice moaned in a childlike voice.
'Because you're still in my head that's why! I thought I told you to go away.' Jack told the giggling voice.
'But Jackie Jack, you can't tell me what to do. Why can't you just let me take over? You know that we could have anything if you just let me take control.' The voice went from whiny to a manipulative tone, Jack, however, while outwardly, he wasn't affected but was pulled from his argument by someone clearing their throat.
Calaway turned to see a woman. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes and looked around Jack's age. She was wearing skinny jeans with a WWF t-shirt with a backstage pass tied around her neck.
"Sir, can I ask what you're doing back here?" The woman asked.
"Just a meeting Mr McMahon and Mr Ross about joining the WWF," Jack said bluntly making the woman blink before asked another question.
"Is it alright to ask if you have proof then?" The woman said making Jack nod, going to bring the contract out, when the voice in his head spoke.
'This bitch doesn't believe us! How about you let me give her a lesson in manners? Wait, she does have manners?!' The voice's complaints went unanswered as Jack held the contract up in the air so the woman could see it.
The young woman looked at the piece of paper and nodded, almost hesitantly. "I apologise, sir. Have a nice day." The woman said before leaving. As she was walking away, Jack could not help but stare at her arse. Jack grew a dangerous smirk before suddenly frowning and flicking himself in the head.
'Owwwww! Stop doing that!' The voice said in a whiny tone making Jack smile, happy that he caused the voice pain. 'You know that you're actually causing yourself pain right as well right. Besides you just look like an idiot smacking yourself for no goddamn reason!' The voice shouted again at Jack, but like normal Jack ignored the voice and walked towards his car to drive back to the orphanage. Though he did find the woman's name on the tag quite interesting.
Stephanie McMahon.
Bio (Part 1):
Name - Jack Calaway
Billed From - Birmingham, England
Age - Eighteen
Hair - Straight, dark brown hair nearly black, that reaches his shoulders.
Facial Hair - Clean shaven
Eye Colour - Grey
Height/Weight - 7 Feet/400 lbs
Body Type - His body looks like a professional powerlifter, Konstantin Konstantinovs (RIP), looks like that but without the body hair.
Attire - Wears black wrestling trunks that reached his mid-thigh, a black glove on his left hand, black arm warm with a thumb hole on his right, he also wore plain black knee pads and plain black boots.
Entrance Attire - Wears a black hoodie (has his hood up) and a navy blue denim jacket.
A/N: So that was the prologue of Jack Calaway: Brother of Darkness. When I was writing The Jackal (which was about two to three years ago), I always wanted to write Jackal in the Attitude Era. Then I had read Sister of Darkness which got me thinking of doing a more Kayfabe version of Jackal's origins into the WWF as well but since this is an AU version of 'The Jackal' as well as being more on the Kayfabe side, this means that he starts in the WWE/F instead of WCW. This also means that WCW, ECW, and NJPW exist in this world, however, they will only be mentioned if spoken by commentators or if someone jumps ship to the WWF.
So Barron Blade...Yeah, this was just stupid and some fun with a little bit of some insanity on my part, sorry if it brings back bad memories from WWE 2K15.
10/08/2020 EDIT: Yeah, I'm re-writing this story. Just making sure it's cleaner and has more words in general. Now, because the Jackal of Destruction fic is gone, I will be using my 'The Cyborg Monster' fic has a point of reference for this more kayfabe story.