Jacob McKail went by some other name in some other wrestling organisation for the better part of his career. He was considered to be a clown, not a real challenger to the mid or even higher card, he was just someone the bookers used to entertain the crowd.
Then his wife was diagnosed with cancer and everything changed. He took time away from the wrestling industry for the better part of three months to look after his sick wife, but the cancer she had was terminal.
He was by her side right until the end and with her dying words made him promise to follow his dreams. She wanted him to follow his dreams of success within the wrestling industry. To be the best he can be. To stop being the clown of the show and to be a real contender.
But things didn't go all that well for McKail. Sure, he won titles, pretige and money, he never sat at the top industry for long, he long standing personal problems always getting in the way. More notably his alcohol addiction.
He was unable to bring himself to mourn for his dead wife, so chose the easier route of alcohol in the attempt to numb the pain and forget. But no matter how much drank, he could never really shake her memory and deep down, he didn't much want to.
His wrestling career is mostly behind him, doing occasional shows here and there whilst his body fails him.
Could he get one last run in the business? Would his body let him?