Azazel (I'm going Custom)

[Jesus' Inspiration]

..::A Smeghead Contract::..

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The Devil in the Details
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..::Appearance/.\Poser/.\Base::..


..::Name Of::..
Jimmy Jacobs

..::Real Name::..
Caleb Azazel

..::Ring Name::..
Jakob Azazel

..::Nickname(s)::..
N/A

..::Height::..
6'1"

..::Weight::..
240lbs

..::Birthplace::..
Nottingham, England (resides Detroit, Michigan)

..::Billed From::..
A State of Madness

..::Gimmick::..
Mad

..::Alignment::..
Heel
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..::Style::..
Pure / Technical

..::Preferred Weapon(s)::..
Rail Spike

..::Moveset - Strikes::..
- Rolling Elbow
- Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse
- Capoeira Kick
- Big Boot
- Throat Thrust
- Double Axe Handle
- Axe Kick
- Pelé kick
- Dropkick
- Enzuigiri
- Backfist to the future
- Chops and kicks combination

..::Moveset - Grapples::..
- Paroxysm
- TKO
- Snap Suples
- German Suplex
- T-Bone Suplex
- Capture Suplex
- Dragon Suplex
- Tiger Suplex
- Death Valley Bomb
- Brainbuster
- DDT
- T-Bone Driver
- Headlock Driver

..::Moveset - Submission::..
- Hangman's Clutch I
- Hangman's Clutch II
- Texas Cloverleaf
- Riviera Cloverleaf
- Inverted Cloverleaf
- Indian Deathlock
- Paradise Lock
- Koji Clutch
- Triangle Choke
- Anaconda Vice
- Flying Armbar
- Sleeper Hold
- Cobra Clutch
- Wrist Lock
- Hammer Lock
- Leg Lock
- Abdominal Stretch
- Octopus Stretch
- Argentinian Leglock
- Sharpshooter

..::Moveset - Ariel::..
- Sliced Bread #2
- Lionsault
- Springboard Clothesline
- Springboard Dropkick
- Springboard Senton
- Springboard Hurricanrana
- Flying Double Axe Handle
- Imploding Senton Bomb
- Double Rotation Moonsault
- Shiranui
- 450° Splash
- Frog Splash
- Standing Shooting Star Press
- Shooting Star Snap Suplex
- Hurricanrana Driver
- Rollback Driver
- Superplex
- Super Gut-Wrench Powerbomb

..::Signatures::..
- Elona-Alone
Description: Rolling Facebuster
- ShutTheFuckUppercut
Description: Balled Fist Uppercut to the back corner of the jaw
- Angel's Funeral
Description: Suplex dropped into neckbreaker onto knees
- Welcome to the House of Fun
Description: Ranhei Pin


..::Finishers::..
- Heaven's Dead
Description: B-13 (Top-Rope Flipping Snapmare)
- Journal for Plague Lovers
Description: Knees to top of head into Horns of Aries

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Enter Through Your Soul
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..::Theme::..
King of all Kings

..::By::..
Hate Eternal

..::Description::..
The lights rapidly swap between being off and being purple as "King of all Kings" starts up. The Titan-Tron shows Azazel in a straight jacket locked in a padded room. He's jumping against the walls trying to break free.

The curtains are flung back and Azazel swaggers out, showing his arrogance. He runs to the far side of the stage and points to his head, he then repeats this on the other side. He runs to the centre of the stage, just a few metres from the ramp and leans forwards placing his right hand under his chin forming it to look like a gun. He waits a couple of seconds and then imitates pulling the trigger and shooting himself, when he does this red fireworks shoot straight up on either side of the stage.

Azazel continues to walk down the ramp, his cocky swagger ever there. He quite often points to his temple and talks trash to the fans usually resulting in him shunning them in disgust. Towards the bottom of the ramp he begins to gather more speed and slides into the ring. He is quick to stand and shows off his agility by running towards the far ropes and in one leap placing both feet on the top-rope for about a fifth of a second before back flipping off and landing on his feet. He runs towards the opposite ropes and flips over them, landing on the apron with his arms wrapped up on the top-rope. He talks some more trash to the fans before letting the rope uncoil pulling him backwards over the top-rope, upon landing on his feet he quickly turn and drops to one knee, flinging his arms out to his sides and yelling to the crowd.
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Take Me To The Other Side
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..::Stable::..
Nopes

..::Allies::..
KaGe (I use as a character in RP's)

..::Foes::..
Bret Gibson xD

..::Relationship::..
Single

..::Interested In::..
Domo :P

..::Claim To Fame::..
Nadda

..::Position::..
Jobber xD

..::Sample::..
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Prologue to History AKA Part I
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“My oh my, poor me. How am I ever to survive this week? I mean, it’s Rey Mysterio! The guy’s a beast. I mean, have you seen him? He’s 7 feet tall, shoots fire from his eyes and lightning from his arse! No wait... that’s William Wallace. How the f**k could I get those two mixed up? Oh well never mind...

So any who... this little mind-fuck seems to be going no where fast, methinks I better change that. So who’s the lucky individual that I’ll rip the sh*t out of in my mind today? Let’s play ‘Spin the wheel!’ and find out... And today’s not-so-lucky winner is...”

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Rey Rey: Booyaka Booyaka 619 Booyaka Booyaka Azazel’s the greatest
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“Yes, the winner is none other than little Rey Mysterio! What a f*****g surprise... I mean, c’mon who was it going to be? Barney? Well actually now we’re talking about that I think I will rip into Barney a little bit and it goes like this:
You love me (Who doesn’t)
I hate you (Deal with it)
So f**k off I’ll kill Barney (So sorry)
With a great big shotgun I’ll blow off his head (Brains go splat)
Tough sh*t Buddy, Barney’s DEAD!

Anyway, I really should honour the wheel and point out problems with Rey Mysterio to myself shouldn’t I? And yes... I think I shall.

So yeah, Rey Mysterio, Man of a hundred masks, and a hundred thousand injuries! What makes the General Manager think this guy even qualifies to step into my ring? I mean, I am God. No actually, I’m better than God, I’m the guy God has posters of in his bedroom. I’m the guy that when my name’s mentioned God kills a Tiger and Satan shits himself. And Rey is... well that’s the problem isn’t it? What is Rey? A midget? A f*****g fast little man? A guy who can’s decide what language he wants to speak so goes into Spanglish... whatever the f**k that is. The fact of the matter is that Rey doesn’t even compare to the greatness that is Jakob Azazel, that said let’s get on to what truly is important here... me!!!”
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Ranting Finished, Internets now AKA Part II
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Blog Spot
Entitled: NineInchAzazel
Hello all my peasants. How are you this... rather shitty day? Actually, don’t reply... I couldn’t care less about how you are. It would appear I am to take on a mister Rey Mysterio a good friend of mine, okay that’s a lie... I really couldn’t give a rat’s arse about this guy but that’s beside the point, I’m still facing him at this weeks Mayhem. But what ever, you don’t care about that do you? Of course not! You want to hear about me! And who can blame you? After all; I’m awesome. I’ve had to up my training schedule, I mean, I f*****g lost two weeks in a row... Can you believe it? Me. Lose. WTF?!?! But it happened! But Evers did win last week... and ultimately, that’s a win for me! A win for one of us is a win for us all, and at Final Destination I plan on giving Evers EVERY possible advantage in his match, there’s no way The Brotherhood’s walking out of Final destination without Kid Izzy’s Universal Championship around Evers waist. But anyway two weeks ago I got caught off guard by Shad Moss and last week by E-Man when he unexpectedly but me through the announce table, it was about then when I realised, stamina, strength and speed training don’t mean sh*t unless you get yourself prepared for anything. And by anything, I mean ANYTHING. For example, rampaging blue elephants knocking the walls down and running through the arena trying to squish me, or Paris Hilton offering me sex for money, I must be prepared for it all.

And for Mayhem I shall be! I shall not be caught off guard, nor will I be blind sided. I shall prevail and it shall be an epic win rather than an epic fail! Rey Mysterio shall fall and I shall go on to defeat the many losers who stand in my way, because you, know, I’m just better than them all.

Or perhaps I’m wrong. Perhaps I don’t deserve it. Actually scratch that, of course I’ll win, I’m superior to damn near everyone in this business! Besides, there’s no option for me here. I’ll do the right thing, and that’s go for the personal gain. After all, a win for me is... well... a win for me. It’s not like I’m trying to win for anyone else but for me. But anyway, I’m going off track, I’m not concentrating on myself enough and sadly it would appear I’m running short on time so I shall put what I was going to say through rapid condensing and just say this:

Yeah I’m the Sex.

-Jakob Azazel: People who say sex is the greatest thing on the world haven’t met him
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Oh God, I need to think of something and fast AKA Part III Part I
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In a flat in the centre of Detroit a door opens and a man walks in. The man, naturally, is Jakob Azazel... since it is his flat. He opens the curtains and looks through his window. The view is... well; sh*t. It’s Detroit Michigan, what the hell did he expect the view to be? A beautiful lake with lush, green, rolling hills? Ha, good luck finding that in Detroit. No the view is cargo ships going up and down the river and the lovely sight of the windows in a sky scraper. Hmm... ships or windows, how interesting. As much as he loves this Jakob has still yet to see a secretary and her boss have an affair in the skyscraper opposite... something he craves to see, mainly just for the humour, but also for the free porn, after all; the only thing that can make porn better is by making it free. But that’s not what he’s here for... oh no. He’s expecting someone. Just after Azazel has changed into his white Manic Street Preachers shirts, beige cargo pants and black and white Vans trainers his door bell is rang. Jakob slowly walks to the door, not being in any particular hurry. He opens the door and his good friend Alex DeLarge is standing there, with a video camera.

Alex DeLarge was recently released from his DXX contract and has been preparing Jakob for quite some time for the world of professional wrestling. Alex is wearing full a Cradle of filth shirt, black jeans and his usual goat New Rocks. He flicks his head, moving his hair out of his face and smiles before extending his hand to Jakob who is all too happy to accept the hand shake. He invites Alex in to his apartment who makes himself immediately comfortable by crashing out onto the sofa whereas Jakob walks with his usual egotistical swagger to his arm chair into which he sinks.

..:: DeLarge ::..
I can’t believe you rented a flat in a sh*t heap like this place. On my way to this f*****g building I had about twelve idiots asking if they could borrow some money from me... so anyway, I brought the video camera like you asked, what did you want me for again?

Jakob stares blankly out of the window, his eyes showing that he is deep in thought. Alex or “KaGe” as he is so well known is perhaps one of the only people on the planet who can understand Jakob’s state of mind. Jakob slowly turns his head, his usual smirk and care free appearance completely missing from his face. He no longer doesn’t give a shit; he’s in a serious state of mind. After staring for quite a long time at KaGe Jakob finally comes back to the world of which most are accustomed and blinks before turning his head slightly and answering KaGe’s question.

..:: Azazel ::..
I had another dream last night. These dreams are f*****g my head up, I need to either get rid of them, or understand what the f**k they mean. I know that having dreams like this aren’t f*****g normal.

KaGe simply looks at Jakob for a little while before finally giving him some rather useless input in quite a surprised tone.

..:: DeLarge ::..
Well what the f**k do you want me to do about it? What do you think I am? A f*****g psychiatrist? If you want help with that go find a good shrink or something because I can’t help you. Now is that all you wanted me for, and if so, why the hell did I have to bring my freaking video camera?

Jakob clenches his fist and his teeth; hard. He didn’t take kindly to KaGe suggesting his insanity but decides not to react straight away. He unclenches his fists and tries to appear calm but a certain level of annoyance can be heard in the tone of his voice.

..:: Azazel ::..
No, that wasn’t the only reason I requested you come meet me. I was wondering if you’d do a little recording for me, sort of like a video diary, recording my thought week after week, it’d really mean a lot to me. And besides you owe me one...

KaGe stares at Jakob, the formation of a scowl starts to appear on his face but doesn’t quite get all the way there. KaGe nods his head and then picks up his video camera and aims it at Azazel.
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I chose this over Happy Tree Friends... I made a mistake AKA Part III Part II
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The average quality shot of the camcorder begins recording with Jakob standing in the middle of the screen. He flicks the bangs out of his face and addresses the crowd.

..:: Azazel ::..
Hello maggots. As I’m sure you all already know I am God’s gift to this sh*t hole planet, better known as Jakob Azazel and I’m going to be your God. Well, that is if I have anything to say about it. Now, let me tell you all this, you can count Rey Mysterio out, he’s washed up. He’s out of his place and I must put him back in line. I have no real beef with him, but you know what, I feel like he may be a necessary casualty of my march straight to the top of this business, and if that is the case, then I don’t really care what happens to him once the dust has settled and the blood has ceased. But Rey, please, I beg of you. Bring your ALL to the ring, as you know that’s what I shall do. Any who, onto the whole point of this little video.

You see, I fear for what little sanity I still have, and so I shall be making these little recordings every week to see the progress, or collapse of my mental state. So yeah, here’s what’s going through my mind currently:

What the f**k is wrong with you people? It’s been three or four f*****g weeks since Michael Jackson died and the music channels are still raping over him and so are all you moronic fans! He’s dead. Get it? D-E-A-D. He isn’t going to have a comeback tour, and if he does I’d be chasing him with a clove of garlic, a crucifix and a wooden f*****g stake! I mean seriously, learn to f*****g deal with it, it’s getting annoying.

Another thing that’s been on my mind lately is this: How many assholes are there in Detroit? I mean seriously, you can’t go anywhere in your car or anywhere on foot without someone asking for change, prophesising the end of existence, swearing at you or trying to run you down. And for any of those watching I have a suggestion: Find a cliff, get in your car and drive like a mad man off the end... It kind of reminds me of a couple of jokes...
Joke number one: Two people from Detroit are fighting and fall off a cliff to their death, who wins? The answer: Society...
And joke number 2: Why is it a shame a Ford Focus seating three assholes from Detroit falls off of a cliff? The answer: A Ford Focus seats five...

But seriously, either learn to be bearable people, or you can all just Get The f**k Out!

Jakob flicks the bangs of his hair out of his face once again and then lifts his hand up to the camera lens, blacking the screen out before KaGe cuts the film.

..:: DeLarge ::..
Okay... and we’re clear. But Jakob, has anyone ever told you that you’re seriously f****d up in the head?

Azazel replies, snapping back at KaGe and stomping angrily towards him clenching his fist.

..:: Azazel ::..
And has anyone ever told you to shut the f**k up? Or better yet: ShutTheFuckUppercut?!?!

Azazel thrust his fist up into the jaw of KaGe making his head fling back in a whiplash motion and lose his balance before crashing down back first onto the hard ground of Jakob’s flat. Jakob breaths heavily for a little while with a crazed look in his eyes. He eventually comes to his senses and realises KaGe is still lying motion less on the floor. A sudden and unprotected impact to the chin can be quite dangerous if the individual being struck is hit in the wrong area. Azazel drops down to his knees and bends over the body of KaGe he checks for breath... there it is, but only faint. He drags KaGe’s limp body to his bathroom and dumps him into the bath. If he’s still unconscious when he returns he will phone the ambulance, but for the mean time there are far more important matters to attend to.
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Eep psycho Kane... now that’s a scary thought... AKA Part IV Part I
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Azazel’s Silver Audi A8 pulls into the Mayhem arena. Azazel sticks his head out the window, making sure no one’s around, the last thing he needs is a pain in the arse trying to communicate with him. It seems to be all clear so he ceases the opportunity and gets his stuff from the car and hurriedly moves across the parking lot to the large, heavy doors of the arena back entrance. He pushes the release bar and opens the door. He flings the strap of his bag over his left shoulder and walks down the corridor into the main section of the backstage area then continues on to his locker-room. He changes from his Manic’s Shirt into his own wrestling brand shirt and into his wrestling tights; he also swaps his Vans trainers for some black Converse and puts on his trench coat. It would appear that Azazel’s all ready, time to make his presence known in the arena, after all, Little Rey Mysterio should be given fair warning.
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YeahI’mTheSex AKA Part IV Part II
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The lights rapidly swap between being off and being purple as "King of all Kings" starts up. The Titan-Tron shows Azazel in a straight jacket locked in a padded room. He's jumping against the walls trying to break free.

The curtains are flung back and Azazel swaggers out, showing his arrogance. He runs to the far side of the stage and points to his head, he then repeats this on the other side. He runs to the centre of the stage, just a few metres from the ramp and leans forwards placing his right hand under his chin forming it to look like a gun. He waits a couple of seconds and then imitates pulling the trigger and shooting himself, when he does this red fireworks shoot straight up on either side of the stage.

Azazel continues to walk down the ramp, his cocky swagger ever there. He quite often points to his temple and talks trash to the fans usually resulting in him shunning them in disgust. Towards the bottom of the ramp he begins to gather more speed and slides into the ring. He is quick to stand and shows off his agility by running towards the far ropes and in one leap placing both feet on the top-rope for about a fifth of a second before back flipping off and landing on his feet. He runs towards the opposite ropes and flips over them, landing on the apron with his arms wrapped up on the top-rope. He talks some more trash to the fans before letting the rope uncoil pulling him backwards over the top-rope, upon landing on his feet he quickly turn and drops to one knee, flinging his arms out to his sides and yelling to the crowd. He stands up as the theme music fades and the lights return to normal. A Microphone is slid into the ring underneath the bottom rope which he quickly picks up.

..:: Azazel ::..
Hello all my little peasants! Do you know what’s special about today? Today’s the day Rey Mysterio makes his first real appearance in this Mayhem ring, and gains his first loss in the Mayhem ring. Now I know, I know, Why do I sound so cocky and my answer to that is: Because that’s exactly what I am I AM the definition of confidence, I know this guy cannot touch me, so why should I doubt myself? To put it in a bit more of a tuneful mannerism I think I’ll do a little cover of Dot Dot Curve :)... Hit the music!

“(Who) (yeah) (who's the sex man?) (I'm the sex man) (who) (Jakob is the sex man)

Yeah I'm the sex man
Yeah I’m the sex man
Yeah I'm the sex man
Yeah I’m the sex man

Yeah I'm the sex man
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex man
Yeah I'm the sex

Pull it off like Mike Jones
And we're like who?
Jakob is the sex man Jakob is the sex

People call ‘em the sex man
I'm f*****g lovin’
When you hate on me
I see the jealousy just keep rising
Pretty soon pretty sure its gonna reach its peak

When it does I really don't give a f**k
When it does and where it does
Why can't we all be the yes of the yes’s and no’s
And just give each other all hugs
I mean like a freakin’ lollipop I'm really freakin’ sweet

Pull it off like Mike Jones
And we're like who?
Jakob is the sex man Jakob is the sex

(Yeah) Yes I'm a baller I'm so fuckin’ sexy
so please stop hatin’
I do what I do no matter what you do
I don't give a f**k about you dude

Pull it off like Mike Jones
And we're like who?
Jakob is the sex man Jakob is the sex

Quiet talking to my f*****g girlfriend(love you)
Dude was a hard ass
Don't want to boost a fight
Lets get a chant going!

Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex
Yeah I'm the sex

The music fades out and Azazel lowers the microphone away from his mouth, laughing to himself.

..:: Azazel ::..
There’s a sucker born every minute, and I’ll be making one tap later on tonight!

With that Jakob throws the microphone at some fans in the front row and exits the ring and heads to the back as his theme music send him off
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Journal for Plague Lovers AKA Part V
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Captain’s Jakob’s Journal

So yeah, I’ve knocked one of my closest friends out cold today... bummer ‘ey? But you know, if he’s still out when I get back, I suppose I’ll get him some medical attention, but until then I doubt I should think about it. Besides, with a blow like that, I doubt he’ll remember the argument, or the sucker punch. I’m such and ass... but what a sexy ass.

Jakob out
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[Mr Insanity™]

Accepted to RIOT.