Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 14, 2015 6:45:00 GMT -5
Name: Jezebel Saint
Year Inducted: 2015
Major Promotions: PPW, GIW, UGWC
Accomplishments:
Championships Held
UGWC Cooperative Champion (w/ Chaos)
Achievements
UGWC Voted Best Collaboration, 2013
UGWC Voted Best Match, 2013
Career Notables:
Feuds
Jet Somers (UGWC, 2013)
Mickey Dragon (UGWC, 2014)
Partnerships
Chaos (2013-2014) – The Buzzkill
Matches
PPW Seven Deadly Sins 2008 – Jezebel Saint vs Gryn
UGWC Horizons 2013 – Jezebel Saint vs Jet Somers, Hell in a Cell
UGWC No Holds Barred 2014 – Jezebel Saint vs Mickey Dragon, Dragon’s Lair
Induction:
So what if I never wanna be sober?
So what if I wanna be numb all the time?
I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower
Taking my time just ain't my style, yeah
A video begins of Jezebel walking down a length of railroad tracks, the sun setting behind her as she makes her way toward the camera, her crimson hair flowing in the breeze.
I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Stock footage plays of some of Jez's earlier matches before showing scenes of her backstage with fans, and scenes of her with her playing with her daughter as she runs around the locker rooms.
So what you cleaned your act up so far
So what if I'm pissing into the wind (again)?
Have you ever thought that I'm not who you are? (baby)
'cause even when I lose I know how to win again and again
So sick of you preaching all the time
Just keep your shitty advice inside
Scenes of Jezebel Saint signaling to the fans, drinking from a bottle and spitting a cloud of alcohol into an opponents face, then cracking them with a kendo stick across the face.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah yeah
Random views of Jezebel posing for various tattoo pin up magazines over the course of her career, including her over the hood of “The General Lee” Dodge Charger.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!!
Lets go!
Scenes begin to play of a younger Cypress Morgan going over a match with Klaus von Knorre in the back before Jezebel slips behind the man that would become her husband and slaps him on the ass, then high-fives KvK.
One sip ain't gunna do shit
On the 2nd sip I begin to admit
That the 3rd one down is what makes me feel alright
And number 4 I slam down to the floor
By 5 I'm ready to fight all night
And then 6, 7, 8 to make me break your face sometimes
Footage plays of the crowd erupting as she stands toe-to-toe with Mickey Dragon before flipping him the bird to his face. Scenes of the scarlet-haired beauty training in a ring with her brother, Jet Somers.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah yeah
Unseen before film plays of scenes from Jezebel and Cypress' wedding, family and friends gathered around them, their kiss sealing their 'I do's'. More footage of their two children, Havyn and Dyson, running around the backstage areas and playing with other roster members. Behind the camera aspects of the newly-crowed Hall of Famer as she goofs off with her husband, brother and close friends.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Scenes ending with Jez watching the ring from an empty arena, a half hearted smile on her face. An empty stare as she turns around for the last time and walks up the entrance ramp after bringing an amazing career to an end.
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
The video slowly fades to black with the sounds of an arena full of fans as they applaud and chant “Thank You Jez... Thank You Jez... Thank You Jez”
As the video comes to a close we look to an empty stage, an award sitting on the podium. The lights begin to dim as Black Label Society's “World of Trouble” begins.
From the back, Cypress Morgan slowly makes his way out to the adoration of the masses, who explode into fits of cheers as he enters the scene. His long hair is pulled up into a neat and tight top notch, his attire for the night consisting of a confederate gray suit and matching vest, sans jacket, with the sleeves of his black button up shirt rolled up to canvas his large tatted arms. A pair of snake skin boots bring the ensemble together as he slowly struts across the stage, a cigar protruding from his vest pocket. Cypress pauses before leaning into the mic at the ready of the podium, taking a moment to look around.
Cypress: Before we start this off... let me take the time to throw out a real quick survey.
The crowd pops...
Cypress: So how many of you guys came here tonight to see... The UGWF'nC Wrestle Stock?
Some general cheer from the fans...
Cypress: How many of you cats came to see the hottest fucking woman in sports entertainment ever come out her one more time!?
The crowd goes ape shit and loses their minds, Cypress smirking as he nods to the reaction.
Cypress: You know... You can take the girl out of back ass swamps of Louisiana, and she can grow up and travel the world, win some titles, headline some main events... and prevail in a world that was predominately influenced by men; but at the end of the day... She'll always be true to herself and 100 % in your fucking face... give me a break, she cusses like a fucking sailor too...
The crowd laughs.
Cypress: I could stand up here all day and tell you how amazing she is. How no championship, no title reign, and no amount of fame has ever meant as much to me as calling her mine, but most of the people in this room know that already. If you don't know, and you've been living under a fucking rock... she's the mother of my children, my rock that keeps me grounded cause I damn well need it... she's my better and oh-so-fucking sexier half. She's the high heels and blue jeans wearing... Cussing like a drunk sailor swearing... joint blazen... standard of MILF-raising... beer drinken... “go fuck yourself” thinking... ladies and gentleman smoke em if you got em... I'm talking about the one and fucking only, Jezebel Saint.
The crowd ignites into a panic of cheers.
Cypress: In all due respect... She's my wife... she's my best friend. And not only does she deserve this award... but she deserves to call herself the first ever woman to be inducted into the UGWC Hall of Fame... I'd be lost with out you, mama. Now I'm tired of talking, and I'm looking forward to getting you back to a hotel room and getting that dress back off of you so lets kick it into high gear.... Ladies and Gentlemen... Put your hands together for the one and only... Jezebel Saint!!!
The crowd roars in approval as Jezebel Saint steps out from the back, a curve-hugging satiny red dress leaving little the imagination as it skims over her breasts, nips in at the waist and tightens at her hips. Her tattooed arms wave excitedly to the crowd, well-known crimson locks cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She waves to the crowd as it thunders around her, blowing kisses until Cypress engulfs her in a bear hug, spinning her around in circles as she throws her arms around his neck. She places a kiss on his lips, leaving behind a trace of red lipstick. He grins, not caring as he sets her down. She smudges the color a bit and then approaches the podium, heaving a sigh as she looks at the award.
Jezebel: Well... how about that, huh?
She grins as the crowd goes wild again.
Jezebel: You know, I have to say, I wasn't expecting to get this call, and especially not to be the first woman inducted in UGWC. There's many others who have had successes I've only dreamt of... I trained one of them.
The crowd starts to boo at the alluded to half of the Co-Op Champs, Jezebel making a commiserating face.
Jezebel: Yeah, guess I really screwed up with that one.
She gives a little laugh and continues.
Jezebel: When I first started out, I never imagined I would be here; I never imagined the things I would see in my years in this industry. I've made some amazing friends, some who are like family to me; this industry gave me my husband; it's given me many memories that I'll never forget. Some not so great.
She sobers for a moment, the crowd quieting with her. Cypress places a hand at her back, Jezebel looking back out at the crowd. .
Jezebel: But through it all, I've learned. I'm thankful. PPW was where I started out, and I'm thankful every day for the opportunities that company presented to me; I'm thankful for Raenius, because despite our differences in later years, without him I wouldn't even be standing here. Had he not decided to take a chance on some unknown woman in a bar slinging beers for a living, none of this would be happening. Raenius trained me and made me who I am today; Bryan Bryn Bryson trained me and made me who I am today; Cypress Morgan trained me and made me who I am today.
She looks over to her husband and smiles at him. Cypress whispers something in her ear, causing her to blush before she returns to the mic.
Jezebel: So yes, PPW was where I started out. Then came GIW and so many changes. There, I became friends with a man I had already known, but who became like a brother to me--
She looks into the crowd seated before the stage, locating Klaus vonKnorre. She nods in his direction, giving a small smile.
Jezebel: And I became bitter enemies with another through an act that snowballed out of control.
Silence hangs in the air. Jezebel grips the podium and looks down for a moment, then back up.
Jezebel: I'm sorry for that and all of the lives it affected. Those pranks took on a life of their own, and their ripples are still being felt to this day.
She shakes her head.
Jezebel: But this is a time of celebration and that's been talked to death. UGWC. I can truly call this company my home.
Cheers go up around her.
Jezebel: Sure Robert Ooley and Dexter Vines are a pain in the ass--
Chuckles around the room, Eden waving at a fuming Ooley as he brandishes Louis at her from the audience.
Jezebel: But this place... there's just something about it. We fight amongst this roster, but I feel like it's because there's a closeness here that was missing from the other places, and is currently missing from other companies. We celebrate each other here; we mourn for each other; we fight and bicker like siblings, but at the end of the day if an outsider comes in to UGWC, he or she will be presented with a united front. That's special. That makes us a family.
Another cheer goes up, Jezebel smiling.
Jezebel: I guess what I'm trying to say is I can't think of a better company I'd rather be in the hall of fame of than this one, this one that has become a family to me. To all the fans out there who have loved and supported me through the years, even when I wasn't so loveable, thank you; to my wonderful and loving husband Cypress Morgan, for putting up with me and all of my craziness and unpredictability, thank you; to my mother Doris Saint, for raising me to be a strong and independent woman and for providing me with the perfect role model, thank you; to my brother, Jet Somers, for always being my protector and my savior, for following me into the depths of Hell at a moment's notice, for always supporting me no matter what I wanted to do, even when you shouldn't have, thank you--
Teary-eyed, she waves at Jet from the stage and blows him a kiss, Jet getting to his feet with a big, goofy grin and rushing up the stairs to the stage to give his sister a tight hug to the delight of the fans. Jezebel gently dabs at her eyes so as not to smear her makeup as Jet stands to her side, opposite Cypress as she continues.
Jezebel: To my two children, Havyn and Dyson, who have become my centering force and my reason for remaining even somewhat sane, two of the three pieces of my heart, thank you; to Chaos, my friend and former Co-Operative partner.. my friend, I know these are difficult times for you, but I want you to know that no matter what you always have a family ready and waiting for you to come home with open arms. We love you, C... and I want to thank you for everything you've done for me.
Cypress puts an arm around her shoulder, Jet reaching up to squeeze her hand as she grips the podium before her.
Jezebel: I'd also like to thank that man I spoke of earlier, and apologize to him as well. You see, we both made an amazing pair and were the best of friends; nothing could separate us, except our own stubborn selves. Klaus von Knorre is a man who taught me a lot and was there for me through hijinks and the potholes of life until we got in each other's way, and for my part in that Klaus... I'm sorry. And I want to thank you for all the good times we had together. Thank you, my friend.
Klaus stares up at the stage, a grin slowly forming on his face. He raises his hands and applauds loudly, Jezebel grinning at him.
Jezebel: Good luck to the remaining roster members; from the talents I've seen at Wrestle Stock this week, you've all got your work cut out for you. Good luck to Alan Wallace, the man who ended my career, and I do mean that, good luck, Alan; without you I may never have had the strength to leave this sport behind. And good luck to my protégé and sister-in-law, Eden Morgan: we have our differences, it's true, but you've been just as much a trailblazer for women in this sport as I have, if not moreso. Despite our differences, I'm proud of you and your accomplishments. Never forget where you come from and never forget your training.
Polite applause throughout the crowd, Jezebel grinning mischeviously as she picks up the award.
Jezebel: Now I've talked long enough and I hear there's a party after this thing, so who's ready to get some drinking in?!
The crowd erupts into a flurry of applause and shouts, yells of "Thank you, Jez" and "You've still got it!" becoming almost deafening. Jet gives his sister another hug and a "congratulations", Cypress picking his wife up in his arms and carrying her, and the award, off-stage to much whooping and hollering.
Year Inducted: 2015
Major Promotions: PPW, GIW, UGWC
Accomplishments:
Championships Held
UGWC Cooperative Champion (w/ Chaos)
Achievements
UGWC Voted Best Collaboration, 2013
UGWC Voted Best Match, 2013
Career Notables:
Feuds
Jet Somers (UGWC, 2013)
Mickey Dragon (UGWC, 2014)
Partnerships
Chaos (2013-2014) – The Buzzkill
Matches
PPW Seven Deadly Sins 2008 – Jezebel Saint vs Gryn
UGWC Horizons 2013 – Jezebel Saint vs Jet Somers, Hell in a Cell
UGWC No Holds Barred 2014 – Jezebel Saint vs Mickey Dragon, Dragon’s Lair
Induction:
So what if I never wanna be sober?
So what if I wanna be numb all the time?
I can't justify why I'd wanna go slower
Taking my time just ain't my style, yeah
A video begins of Jezebel walking down a length of railroad tracks, the sun setting behind her as she makes her way toward the camera, her crimson hair flowing in the breeze.
I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Stock footage plays of some of Jez's earlier matches before showing scenes of her backstage with fans, and scenes of her with her playing with her daughter as she runs around the locker rooms.
So what you cleaned your act up so far
So what if I'm pissing into the wind (again)?
Have you ever thought that I'm not who you are? (baby)
'cause even when I lose I know how to win again and again
So sick of you preaching all the time
Just keep your shitty advice inside
Scenes of Jezebel Saint signaling to the fans, drinking from a bottle and spitting a cloud of alcohol into an opponents face, then cracking them with a kendo stick across the face.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah yeah
Random views of Jezebel posing for various tattoo pin up magazines over the course of her career, including her over the hood of “The General Lee” Dodge Charger.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!!
Lets go!
Scenes begin to play of a younger Cypress Morgan going over a match with Klaus von Knorre in the back before Jezebel slips behind the man that would become her husband and slaps him on the ass, then high-fives KvK.
One sip ain't gunna do shit
On the 2nd sip I begin to admit
That the 3rd one down is what makes me feel alright
And number 4 I slam down to the floor
By 5 I'm ready to fight all night
And then 6, 7, 8 to make me break your face sometimes
Footage plays of the crowd erupting as she stands toe-to-toe with Mickey Dragon before flipping him the bird to his face. Scenes of the scarlet-haired beauty training in a ring with her brother, Jet Somers.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Oh yeah yeah
Unseen before film plays of scenes from Jezebel and Cypress' wedding, family and friends gathered around them, their kiss sealing their 'I do's'. More footage of their two children, Havyn and Dyson, running around the backstage areas and playing with other roster members. Behind the camera aspects of the newly-crowed Hall of Famer as she goofs off with her husband, brother and close friends.
'cause I walk dead or alive
I waste my time whenever I like
I'm feelin ok with my whiskey hangover
Scenes ending with Jez watching the ring from an empty arena, a half hearted smile on her face. An empty stare as she turns around for the last time and walks up the entrance ramp after bringing an amazing career to an end.
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
With my whiskey hangover
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
The video slowly fades to black with the sounds of an arena full of fans as they applaud and chant “Thank You Jez... Thank You Jez... Thank You Jez”
As the video comes to a close we look to an empty stage, an award sitting on the podium. The lights begin to dim as Black Label Society's “World of Trouble” begins.
From the back, Cypress Morgan slowly makes his way out to the adoration of the masses, who explode into fits of cheers as he enters the scene. His long hair is pulled up into a neat and tight top notch, his attire for the night consisting of a confederate gray suit and matching vest, sans jacket, with the sleeves of his black button up shirt rolled up to canvas his large tatted arms. A pair of snake skin boots bring the ensemble together as he slowly struts across the stage, a cigar protruding from his vest pocket. Cypress pauses before leaning into the mic at the ready of the podium, taking a moment to look around.
Cypress: Before we start this off... let me take the time to throw out a real quick survey.
The crowd pops...
Cypress: So how many of you guys came here tonight to see... The UGWF'nC Wrestle Stock?
Some general cheer from the fans...
Cypress: How many of you cats came to see the hottest fucking woman in sports entertainment ever come out her one more time!?
The crowd goes ape shit and loses their minds, Cypress smirking as he nods to the reaction.
Cypress: You know... You can take the girl out of back ass swamps of Louisiana, and she can grow up and travel the world, win some titles, headline some main events... and prevail in a world that was predominately influenced by men; but at the end of the day... She'll always be true to herself and 100 % in your fucking face... give me a break, she cusses like a fucking sailor too...
The crowd laughs.
Cypress: I could stand up here all day and tell you how amazing she is. How no championship, no title reign, and no amount of fame has ever meant as much to me as calling her mine, but most of the people in this room know that already. If you don't know, and you've been living under a fucking rock... she's the mother of my children, my rock that keeps me grounded cause I damn well need it... she's my better and oh-so-fucking sexier half. She's the high heels and blue jeans wearing... Cussing like a drunk sailor swearing... joint blazen... standard of MILF-raising... beer drinken... “go fuck yourself” thinking... ladies and gentleman smoke em if you got em... I'm talking about the one and fucking only, Jezebel Saint.
The crowd ignites into a panic of cheers.
Cypress: In all due respect... She's my wife... she's my best friend. And not only does she deserve this award... but she deserves to call herself the first ever woman to be inducted into the UGWC Hall of Fame... I'd be lost with out you, mama. Now I'm tired of talking, and I'm looking forward to getting you back to a hotel room and getting that dress back off of you so lets kick it into high gear.... Ladies and Gentlemen... Put your hands together for the one and only... Jezebel Saint!!!
The crowd roars in approval as Jezebel Saint steps out from the back, a curve-hugging satiny red dress leaving little the imagination as it skims over her breasts, nips in at the waist and tightens at her hips. Her tattooed arms wave excitedly to the crowd, well-known crimson locks cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She waves to the crowd as it thunders around her, blowing kisses until Cypress engulfs her in a bear hug, spinning her around in circles as she throws her arms around his neck. She places a kiss on his lips, leaving behind a trace of red lipstick. He grins, not caring as he sets her down. She smudges the color a bit and then approaches the podium, heaving a sigh as she looks at the award.
Jezebel: Well... how about that, huh?
She grins as the crowd goes wild again.
Jezebel: You know, I have to say, I wasn't expecting to get this call, and especially not to be the first woman inducted in UGWC. There's many others who have had successes I've only dreamt of... I trained one of them.
The crowd starts to boo at the alluded to half of the Co-Op Champs, Jezebel making a commiserating face.
Jezebel: Yeah, guess I really screwed up with that one.
She gives a little laugh and continues.
Jezebel: When I first started out, I never imagined I would be here; I never imagined the things I would see in my years in this industry. I've made some amazing friends, some who are like family to me; this industry gave me my husband; it's given me many memories that I'll never forget. Some not so great.
She sobers for a moment, the crowd quieting with her. Cypress places a hand at her back, Jezebel looking back out at the crowd. .
Jezebel: But through it all, I've learned. I'm thankful. PPW was where I started out, and I'm thankful every day for the opportunities that company presented to me; I'm thankful for Raenius, because despite our differences in later years, without him I wouldn't even be standing here. Had he not decided to take a chance on some unknown woman in a bar slinging beers for a living, none of this would be happening. Raenius trained me and made me who I am today; Bryan Bryn Bryson trained me and made me who I am today; Cypress Morgan trained me and made me who I am today.
She looks over to her husband and smiles at him. Cypress whispers something in her ear, causing her to blush before she returns to the mic.
Jezebel: So yes, PPW was where I started out. Then came GIW and so many changes. There, I became friends with a man I had already known, but who became like a brother to me--
She looks into the crowd seated before the stage, locating Klaus vonKnorre. She nods in his direction, giving a small smile.
Jezebel: And I became bitter enemies with another through an act that snowballed out of control.
Silence hangs in the air. Jezebel grips the podium and looks down for a moment, then back up.
Jezebel: I'm sorry for that and all of the lives it affected. Those pranks took on a life of their own, and their ripples are still being felt to this day.
She shakes her head.
Jezebel: But this is a time of celebration and that's been talked to death. UGWC. I can truly call this company my home.
Cheers go up around her.
Jezebel: Sure Robert Ooley and Dexter Vines are a pain in the ass--
Chuckles around the room, Eden waving at a fuming Ooley as he brandishes Louis at her from the audience.
Jezebel: But this place... there's just something about it. We fight amongst this roster, but I feel like it's because there's a closeness here that was missing from the other places, and is currently missing from other companies. We celebrate each other here; we mourn for each other; we fight and bicker like siblings, but at the end of the day if an outsider comes in to UGWC, he or she will be presented with a united front. That's special. That makes us a family.
Another cheer goes up, Jezebel smiling.
Jezebel: I guess what I'm trying to say is I can't think of a better company I'd rather be in the hall of fame of than this one, this one that has become a family to me. To all the fans out there who have loved and supported me through the years, even when I wasn't so loveable, thank you; to my wonderful and loving husband Cypress Morgan, for putting up with me and all of my craziness and unpredictability, thank you; to my mother Doris Saint, for raising me to be a strong and independent woman and for providing me with the perfect role model, thank you; to my brother, Jet Somers, for always being my protector and my savior, for following me into the depths of Hell at a moment's notice, for always supporting me no matter what I wanted to do, even when you shouldn't have, thank you--
Teary-eyed, she waves at Jet from the stage and blows him a kiss, Jet getting to his feet with a big, goofy grin and rushing up the stairs to the stage to give his sister a tight hug to the delight of the fans. Jezebel gently dabs at her eyes so as not to smear her makeup as Jet stands to her side, opposite Cypress as she continues.
Jezebel: To my two children, Havyn and Dyson, who have become my centering force and my reason for remaining even somewhat sane, two of the three pieces of my heart, thank you; to Chaos, my friend and former Co-Operative partner.. my friend, I know these are difficult times for you, but I want you to know that no matter what you always have a family ready and waiting for you to come home with open arms. We love you, C... and I want to thank you for everything you've done for me.
Cypress puts an arm around her shoulder, Jet reaching up to squeeze her hand as she grips the podium before her.
Jezebel: I'd also like to thank that man I spoke of earlier, and apologize to him as well. You see, we both made an amazing pair and were the best of friends; nothing could separate us, except our own stubborn selves. Klaus von Knorre is a man who taught me a lot and was there for me through hijinks and the potholes of life until we got in each other's way, and for my part in that Klaus... I'm sorry. And I want to thank you for all the good times we had together. Thank you, my friend.
Klaus stares up at the stage, a grin slowly forming on his face. He raises his hands and applauds loudly, Jezebel grinning at him.
Jezebel: Good luck to the remaining roster members; from the talents I've seen at Wrestle Stock this week, you've all got your work cut out for you. Good luck to Alan Wallace, the man who ended my career, and I do mean that, good luck, Alan; without you I may never have had the strength to leave this sport behind. And good luck to my protégé and sister-in-law, Eden Morgan: we have our differences, it's true, but you've been just as much a trailblazer for women in this sport as I have, if not moreso. Despite our differences, I'm proud of you and your accomplishments. Never forget where you come from and never forget your training.
Polite applause throughout the crowd, Jezebel grinning mischeviously as she picks up the award.
Jezebel: Now I've talked long enough and I hear there's a party after this thing, so who's ready to get some drinking in?!
The crowd erupts into a flurry of applause and shouts, yells of "Thank you, Jez" and "You've still got it!" becoming almost deafening. Jet gives his sister another hug and a "congratulations", Cypress picking his wife up in his arms and carrying her, and the award, off-stage to much whooping and hollering.
