Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 21, 2018 15:54:00 GMT -5
[The scene opens on a cool, dusk evening in the middle of a park. The early spring leaves are shaking in the treetops above. In the center of the park, a man sits atop a single stool. Behind him are 5 violinists, playing what we recognize to be a dramatic string version of "The Ace of Spades" by Motorhead that haunts the purple sky. The camera zooms in on Jack Diamond, the occupant of the stool, wearing an all-black suit and tie. He raises his head, stares coldly into the camera, and then grins a mischievous smile.]
Jack Diamond: This here is Trollwood Park, quite the famous park here in Fargo, North Dakota. Supposedly it used to be a burial ground for those less fortunate who were alone in life and no one to pay for their final resting place. When the Fargo Parks department bought up the land they moved as many of the graves as they could but many were left behind due to the bad shape they were in. Because of this, they say this place is haunted at nights, especially when the sound of music is being played. Legend has it that those left behind come out beneath the willow trees and seek their old graves.
[Jack takes a moment to turn and motion to the quintet of violinists. He nods his head to the sound of the music and turns back around, laughs and stands up. He starts making his way towards a willow tree, musicians in tow.]
Jack Diamond: Why the hell would Jack Diamond be in this haunted park? Well, simply put, I laugh in the face of evil...no no no, I spit in its face. Which is exactly what I did Monday night! Ari Naxt, you run around here with your baby dolls and clown figurines and maniacally laugh and slap your head, pull your hair, and all that and I'm supposed to be intimidated? No, I came down to that ring while you were on top of the world. I saw the look on your face, gone was the hatred, the demonic look, and in its place… happiness. You were getting ready to win your debut match. But right before you found glory... BOOM! With one perfectly stacked deck, I sent you to dream street.
[Jack lets out a hearty laugh as he nears the willow tree. He looks again at the camera, the joking demeanor off his face.]
Jack Diamond: You thrive on being in people's heads Ari, but I made a fortune on calling people's bluffs. You aren't used to someone playing mind games with you but that's what The Ace does best. I make my opponent second guess me, themselves, and when they think they have it all figured out I lay down my cards and take their chips. I saw your interview with Miss Stackhouse, you calling me a good wolf and telling the world how you are going to rip me apart and carry my head around on a stick.
[By now Jack is at the base of the tree and starts placing candles around it in the shape of a diamond. The band, still playing their melody, circle around the back of the tree.]
Jack Diamond: You see, Ari, my ancestors weren't just "The wolf people." We kept wolves as pets, like little puppy dogs... and that is what you are Ari, a little puppy. Then, when one of those "bitches" got out of line, it was OUR people, the only ones that could put them down without their evil spirits consuming us. That is my job this coming Monday, here in Fargo... To put down the big bad wolf.
[The night sky, now dark as tar encompasses the park. An eerie fog starts slowly rolling in. As the music continues, Jack pulls a lighter from his pocket and starts lighting his diamond. He put the lighter away, straightens his tie, and leans into the camera.]
Jack Diamond: You claim to be a devil, Ari? That devil's always win? I fear that your world as you knew it will end on Monday. Am I on your radar now, Ari? This is war, and I have no doubts there will be bloodshed on both sides. The wild pack will circle, to devour its prey and who will be left standing? The Alpha and Omega, the Ace of Spades, Jack Diamond? Or the puppy dog...Ari Naxt? Rossdale knew that it's a combustible situation. He figured out his error of putting Jericho Kade in our match, to become a casualty of our war just as you pointed out. So he made the smart choice to protect his investment and removed him from our match. That's the smart move, but unfortunately for you Ari, you have no easy way out, no one looking for you best interests...No, all you have is Jack Diamond, the Ace of Spades looking you dead in your demented eyes, telling you that after this Monday, the only thing you will be able to do, is tuck your tail, take your piece of tail, and get the hell out of my way because when you are a member of the Diamond Club, you go straight to the top baby!
[Diamond laughs as he throws his hands up to the camera in the shape of a diamond. As the camera slowly zooms out, Jack Diamond holds his pose as the candles burn and the band plays on. In the background of the willow tree, you can make out a ghostly image of a woman in 19th century clothing, staring at the tree, chilling the night air as she looks for her final resting place. The scene fades to black]
Jack Diamond: This here is Trollwood Park, quite the famous park here in Fargo, North Dakota. Supposedly it used to be a burial ground for those less fortunate who were alone in life and no one to pay for their final resting place. When the Fargo Parks department bought up the land they moved as many of the graves as they could but many were left behind due to the bad shape they were in. Because of this, they say this place is haunted at nights, especially when the sound of music is being played. Legend has it that those left behind come out beneath the willow trees and seek their old graves.
[Jack takes a moment to turn and motion to the quintet of violinists. He nods his head to the sound of the music and turns back around, laughs and stands up. He starts making his way towards a willow tree, musicians in tow.]
Jack Diamond: Why the hell would Jack Diamond be in this haunted park? Well, simply put, I laugh in the face of evil...no no no, I spit in its face. Which is exactly what I did Monday night! Ari Naxt, you run around here with your baby dolls and clown figurines and maniacally laugh and slap your head, pull your hair, and all that and I'm supposed to be intimidated? No, I came down to that ring while you were on top of the world. I saw the look on your face, gone was the hatred, the demonic look, and in its place… happiness. You were getting ready to win your debut match. But right before you found glory... BOOM! With one perfectly stacked deck, I sent you to dream street.
[Jack lets out a hearty laugh as he nears the willow tree. He looks again at the camera, the joking demeanor off his face.]
Jack Diamond: You thrive on being in people's heads Ari, but I made a fortune on calling people's bluffs. You aren't used to someone playing mind games with you but that's what The Ace does best. I make my opponent second guess me, themselves, and when they think they have it all figured out I lay down my cards and take their chips. I saw your interview with Miss Stackhouse, you calling me a good wolf and telling the world how you are going to rip me apart and carry my head around on a stick.
[By now Jack is at the base of the tree and starts placing candles around it in the shape of a diamond. The band, still playing their melody, circle around the back of the tree.]
Jack Diamond: You see, Ari, my ancestors weren't just "The wolf people." We kept wolves as pets, like little puppy dogs... and that is what you are Ari, a little puppy. Then, when one of those "bitches" got out of line, it was OUR people, the only ones that could put them down without their evil spirits consuming us. That is my job this coming Monday, here in Fargo... To put down the big bad wolf.
[The night sky, now dark as tar encompasses the park. An eerie fog starts slowly rolling in. As the music continues, Jack pulls a lighter from his pocket and starts lighting his diamond. He put the lighter away, straightens his tie, and leans into the camera.]
Jack Diamond: You claim to be a devil, Ari? That devil's always win? I fear that your world as you knew it will end on Monday. Am I on your radar now, Ari? This is war, and I have no doubts there will be bloodshed on both sides. The wild pack will circle, to devour its prey and who will be left standing? The Alpha and Omega, the Ace of Spades, Jack Diamond? Or the puppy dog...Ari Naxt? Rossdale knew that it's a combustible situation. He figured out his error of putting Jericho Kade in our match, to become a casualty of our war just as you pointed out. So he made the smart choice to protect his investment and removed him from our match. That's the smart move, but unfortunately for you Ari, you have no easy way out, no one looking for you best interests...No, all you have is Jack Diamond, the Ace of Spades looking you dead in your demented eyes, telling you that after this Monday, the only thing you will be able to do, is tuck your tail, take your piece of tail, and get the hell out of my way because when you are a member of the Diamond Club, you go straight to the top baby!
[Diamond laughs as he throws his hands up to the camera in the shape of a diamond. As the camera slowly zooms out, Jack Diamond holds his pose as the candles burn and the band plays on. In the background of the willow tree, you can make out a ghostly image of a woman in 19th century clothing, staring at the tree, chilling the night air as she looks for her final resting place. The scene fades to black]