Wrestler Real Name: Jeff Jackson

Nickname: The Killer, The Originator of Violence

Gimmick (if applicable): Extreme, but a great wrestler as well.

Poser: Tommy Dreamer

Age (Wrestler's not yours): 30

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 245 lbs.

Hometown: Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada

Entrance Theme: "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor

Entrance Description: As the opening seconds of "Remember The Name" play, the lights dim. When the lyrics begin, silver sparks fall in front of the entrance to the stage. When they stop falling a few moments later, "The Killer" is standing there, arms outstretched in a pose similar to that of Raven. After a few more seconds, Jeff makes a beeline for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and pushing himself quickly to his feet, where he does a quick warm up.

Attire: Literally the same as Tommy Dreamer. Plain black t-shirt, black semi-baggy jeans, black boots instead of red, taped fists.

Five Regular Moves:
1. Figure Four Leg Lock
2. Belly to Belly Suplex
3. DDT
4. Piledriver
5. Neckbreaker
6. Backbreaker

Signature Moves:
1. The Killing Spree - Five German Suplexes Into A Bridging Pin.

2. The Instant Death - Unprettier

Finsher(s):
1. The Fatality - Muta Stretch, but with the legs in a figure four position rather then the standard sharpshooter/Cloverleaf position, thus doing damage to the knee as well as the neck and back.

2. The Halifax Explosion - A running lariat style clothesline to the back of the head (Bobby Roode's Northern Lariat)


E-Fed History: As Jeff - WWWC, DWA, EGW, W.A.R (Current)

As Others - ESW (Current), GWA (Current), WRW (Current)

Title History: As Jeff - WWWC Intercontinental/Tag Team Champions (Last for both due to fed closure), W.A.R Mercenary Champion (won March 27th, 2007 and forfeited as of April 24th due to moving up to the Conqueror Championship rankings)

As Others - ESW Television Champion (won December 24th, 2006 and lost February 12th, 2007)

Sample RP (Not needed if you were in HFEW, WWU, or otherwise told):

Scene One, Mass Destruction:

**Fade in: Jeff Jackson's basement. There is a large collection of movies on the wall, all wrestling. The bottom two shelves are labelled "Favorite Pay Per Views", while the top two shelves are labelled simply, "Me." Jeff reaches over, picking up the second farthest tape to the right, pulling it from the second shelf. Judging by the names of the non Jeff Jackson tapes, it is assumed that all of the tapes are in chronological order. Jeff takes the tape out of its case, puts it in, and fast forwards it. It is a tape of the boiler room brawl from W.A.R's last pay per view, Mass Destruction. Jeff stops it where he wants it and lets the tape play.**

Jeff Jackson again breaks the count and picks the small body of Jay rock up out of the pile of ash and rubble,dragging him over to the corner in which the boiler is located...he looks to his left and finds the perfect weapon...a Louisville Slugger stuffed inside a tipped over trash can! With the body of Jay Rock leaning against the boiler, Jeff picks up the Louisville Slugger and places in inside the boiler, causing it to catch fire...

Dane Cobain: Oh my fuck, THIS IS INSANE! He really is crazy! P.E.T.A is gonna get him for killing that RAT!

With a swing of the flaming bat, a smack of Jay Rock's flesh, and with sparks flying, Jeff connects with this Death from Louisville shot to the temple, causing Jay Rock to fold up like a bad kid's homework. With a slack pin, Jeff covers Jay Rock...

One...
Two...
Three...

Aisling Love: And the winner of the match, and NEWWWWWWWW...Mercenary Champion...THE KILLER...Jeff Jackson!

Dane Cobain: Yeah, the rat killer!

Jeff Jackson stands up amongst all the terror and walks out the last man standing, and he is crowned the NEW MERCENARY CHAMPION. His old theme music, Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit blaring through the arena as the staff unlocks the door of the boiler room and Jeff walks out, belt in hand...

**As the clip comes to an end, fading on a shot of a bloodied Jeff Jackson holding up his championship belt, the live Jeff turns with a smile on his face. He holds up the Mercenary Championship, speaking as he does this.**

Jeff: March twenty-seventh, two thousand and seven...the day Jeff Jackson showed the world what he is really made of. I went through four other wrestlers en route to one of the most brutal victories of all time. Who did I pin in that match though, that's the important thing to think about. I pinned the same man I am facing this week on War Games...Jay Rock. After all of Jay's claims that I was a hack who couldn't beat him on my best day, or that I was a has been, or any of the other things he said directly or implied with his words, he just couldn't back them up. It's okay though Jay, you're not the first person who ran his mouth to me and paid for it. Hell, you aren't even the first in W.A.R. Thing is though, you were WAY more fun to kick the ass off of than Ronnie, because at least I have some respect for him. You on the other hand, are nothing more than white trash that needs to be compacted. Well guess what? I absolutely LOVE destroying white trash! If you think for one second that you have a hope in hell of changing the outcome this time around...guess again asshole! I am going to put you through so much torture this time, you're going to wish for death! However, being the caring, compassionate soul I am...I'm going to do better than kill you. Instead, I'm going to beat you so badly that you won't even remember why you are in intensive care! And people say I'm not a nice guy.

Now, I'll get back to you in a bit Jay, but there is someone else that needs my attention at this point in time, and that is Brent Anderson. Now, I don't know who you think you are, or what you've got to prove, but new or not, if you're implying you would like a shot at my championship, I'll be happy to see what I can do about getting you one, any time, any where. Forget months, I will face you tomorrow night in the middle of Downtown Halifax if you want. I'm a fighting champion, who takes on all challengers. So Brent, all you have to do is say the word, and I'll pull some strings or stomp some ass, whichever I have to do, but I'll get you a title shot. Speaking of offering title shots, there is a third person who needs to be briefly mentioned, and that man is Jeff Mouland.

Mouland, I don't know if you have considered my challenge for No Regrets or not, but if you have, I want an answer by the end of War Games this week. If you haven't, I STILL want an answer by the end of War Games this week! Keep in mind, if I don't get one by then, I will BEAT an answer out of you! It's up to you how we do this. I personally think it would be more fun if you didn't force me to kick your ass before the pay per view, because then it would ruin the surprise for the crowd, and we wouldn't want that now would we? Whatever you decision Mouland, one thing is for certain. You will either be remembered as the biggest defeat in my career, or the man with such a thick yellow streak down his back that he wasn't willing to face the Originator of Violence in his own creation. The choice is yours Jeff...I'll be waiting.

**Jeff stands up, showing off the title HE has challenged two people for, before heading up the stairs and through the door.**

Fade to Black

Scene Two, The Unwanted:

**Fade in: Jeff Jackson's basement again. This time however, Jeff is hitting the heavy bag in the corner, and hitting it hard. Going all out for the last few punches, he nearly knocks the bag off of the chain it has been attached to. Once he finishes, he turns around to see Shane Kennedy standing there, looking stupid as usual. He looks pissed to see him as he speaks first.**

Jeff: What the fuck do you want Shane?

Shane: I was hoping to get a few words from you...

**Jeff quickly cuts him off, with an angry tone in his voice now.**

Jeff: And you just did, so leave!

Shane: I meant an interview.

Jeff: I don't give a shit what you meant Shane! I make the appointments for promos, not you!

Shane: Well, your basement door was open, and normally you don't care if I pop by when I'm nearby, so I let myself in.

Jeff: Shut the hell up! If I wanted you to be here, I would have said so!

Shane: What the hell is your problem?

Jeff: You broke into my fucking house, harassing me for an interview, and YOU are asking what MY problem is?

Shane: I didn't break in goddamn it, you left the door open!

Jeff: Not for you!

Shane: Screw this, I'm leaving. I don't get paid enough to put up with your shit!

Jeff: Oh really? Well then...what about putting up with this?

**Jeff grabs Shane by the throat, pinning him up against the wall hard. As he starts to lift Shane into the air, his feet begin kicking for a few moments, before they slow down, signaling that he is running out of air. Jeff, quickly realizing this, drops him, as he did when he choked him the other day, and goes back to wailing on the heavy bag. After five or six punches, he winds up, hitting the bag so hard that he breaks the chain and the bag itself, causing the inside to go everywhere. After this happens, a familiar voice can be heard echoing throughout the basement. It is the voice of the man Jeff was arguing with weeks ago. This time however, he can be seen. When Jeff turns around, he staring into a mirror, and looking at the man who he has been fighting with...himself.**

Man: Jeeeeeeeeeeeff...Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeff...come out and playyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Jeff: Go the fuck away Chris!

Chris: But why? I'm the reason you won the Mercenary Championship!

Jeff: Like hell you are! I won me that title, not you!

Chris: Uh huh...well if you're so sure of that, how did I escape so easily?

Jeff: I've had other things on my mind lately and you know it!

Chris: You're right...and I took advantage of it so that I could make my presence felt again! Hahaha!

Jeff: You have ten seconds to go the fuck away Chris!

Chris: Or what? You'll hurt me? I'm a PART OF YOU Jeff, you can't deny that!

Jeff: Wanna bet?

Chris: You wouldn't!

Jeff: Watch me asshole!

**As Jeff keeps arguing with "Chris", he makes his way up the stairs, to the main level. He then goes up the stairs on this floor, to the bedrooms. He climbs up to the roof, which is flat, and begins walking across it. When he gets to the edge, he stops, looking down toward the cameraman, who is waiting a few feet away from the house.**

Jeff: I swear to god, I'm jumping if you don't go the fuck back inside Chris!

Chris: Jeff, if you do that, you're dead!

Jeff: Probably...but so are you, and that is a small price to pay!

Chris: You don't have the guts!

Jeff: Oh yeah?

Chris: Yeah!

Jeff: Guess I'll have to show you how serious I am!

**Jeff proceeds to turn around, his back now facing the ground. He steps one foot off, then the other, and begins to fall. He catches himself on the rain gutter with his stronger right arm.**

Chris: ALRIGHT!

Jeff: What's that?

Chris: I'll go back in...for now.

Jeff: For how long?

Chris: For now.

Jeff: That'll do. Now go!

Chris: Fine...suit yourself.

**Suddenly, Jeff's head twitches a few times, and then he lets go, landing six feet down onto his bedroom balcony. Having succeeded in getting rid of "Chris" for the time being, Jeff heads back inside and down the stairs to the basement, where Shane is just now getting up to his feet. He helps Shane the rest of the way, speaking as he does this.**

Jeff: Sorry about that...I wasn't myself.

Shane: So I heard. I thought you got rid of him.

Jeff: I thought so too, but a few weeks ago, as you know, he started appearing again. I thought he was gone for good, but then last week happened. After that, I thought he'd leave, but he came back today, more violently than I've ever seen him get. Are you alright?

Shane: Yeah, I'll be fine.

Jeff: He said he's gone for a while, but just in case, you'd better go.

Shane: Agreed. Later Jeff.

Jeff: See you around Shane.

**As Shane heads out of the house, Jeff starts to clean up the mess he made by throwing Shane around and busting the punching bag, an almost fearful look on his face.**

Fade to Black

OOC Info

Name: Paul Harrison

Age: 18

E-mail: paul_harrison_3mw@hotmail.com

Messengers (AIM, Yahoo, MSN, IMVU): KillerJeffRogers, apaullocreed, See E-mail, None

Favorite Superstar: Ken Kennedy/Edge/Randy Orton (Favorite of all time = Curt Hennig)

Favorite Diva: Mickie James/Layla El (All time favorite = Stephanie McMahon)