Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 21, 2018 16:03:53 GMT -5
[It’s a cool overcast day in St. Paul, Minnesota. The breeze is blowing off the Mississippi River as the camera focuses in outside the St. Paul Downtown Airport. On the sidewalk, wearing an all-white suit with velvet red vest and red silk tie, is ICW superstar, Jack Diamond. After a couple days home in Cherokee, North Carolina, Jack has just landed back in the middle of ICW country. As the camera zooms in, we see that Diamond is on his cell phone with a look of agitation on his face.]
Diamond: Yeah yeah, I’m here…just landed. Tell him to meet me at the Starbucks on West 5th Street and St. Peters Street. Oh, one last thing… it’d be in your client’s best interest to remember it’s Jack Diamond, not Jake. Good! Tell him to be there in an hour.
[Jack hangs up the phone and places it in his suit pocket. Seeing the camera he smiles and takes a swig out of his water bottle.]
Diamond: I swear I think Rossdale has me low-jacked. It seems like you guys know where I’m at before I even do. Well, here I am… St. Paul, Minnesota, the so called “Most Livable City in America.” [scoffs] Whoever named it that has either never been here, or never been to Cherokee. It was a great couple days home, but you know when you are a star like The Ace, it’s always quickly back to the grind. I definitely have some business to take care of.
[As Jack finishes his last thought, a group of fans walk up wanting his autograph. Jack greets them all, warmly and pulls the sharpie he always keeps with him out of his pocket to begin signing autographs. As he makes small talk with the fans, one girl, maybe in her mid-teens, excitedly speaks up.]
Teen Fan: Oh my God, Jack, how is it working with Brett Stetson? He is so dreamy! Is he as hot in real life as he was on 90210?
[Jack, clearly annoyed, just grits his teeth, smiles and finishes up the last autograph. As he put the sharpie up, he stares down at the girl, with her deer in a headlights look on her face.]
Diamond: Sweetheart, I’m going to forgive your ignorance because you are so young but let me just say that it would be highly beneficial for you to stay in school and learn as much as you can. As for your question? Dreamy is not a term I would use to describe another guy, let alone someone like “The Teen Idol” Brett Stetson. The only thing “dreamy” about that little punk is the dream world he thinks he is in, where he can walk into Jack’s house and be anything more than a never-was…like his old man.
[The girl, clearly seeing that Jack Diamond is perturbed by her question, tearfully runs off with her autograph and as the crowd disperses, Jack turns back to the camera.]
Diamond: You see, Brett… This is my world. You take a guy like Jack Diamond who has been all over this country, breaking my back for this business, sometimes in front of tens of thousands of fans, and sometimes in front of maybe three hundred, well that’s what this life is all about. It’s not about pretty boys who want to play “wrasslin.” Someone who has no business being in the ring, only doing it to try to make daddy love him more by letting a washed up old man live vicariously through him. Yeah, I’ve seen your kind Brett, throw money at any problem you have and expect to get exactly what you want? WELL NUH UH, that’s not how it works punk. This is our life here in the ICW, someone like Sebastian Steele who, generation after generation, has wrestling in his blood. Someone like another of our opponents, Jericho Kade who has bounced from company to company winning many titles, to even freaks like Ari Naxt who is just sick and twisted and like to dish out and receive pain for the fun of it. Listen up “idol” you are in way over your head here. There is no cuts, breaks in the scene, an idiot sitting across from you in a chair tell you exactly what to do…well unless you count the three stooges you associate with. No, when you get in that squared circle, you have to be ready to go, throw it all on the line, kill or be killed…and you just don’t have it kid. You want to hang out in the streets of LA, imagine that you are in the cast of Entourage, well Marky Mark, you better wake up real damn quick. This Monday night, when you step in the ring, it’s a fatal four way match. You are going to be hit from all sides and there will be no stunt double to come in and take the bumps for you…and boy will you be taking some bumps. You think I am supposed to be impressed that you can toss people in the air before using my move? I’m sure you are an expert in tossing, but Jack Diamond is not impressed.
[Jack takes another sip of water, clearly worked up from thinking of someone he feels in inferior to him in the ring. He gains his composure, straightens his tie, and smiles into the camera.]
Diamond: Yeah, some of my fans like you, Brett. They like you for the chump you played on some C-list remake of a show that should have never been made the first time. They don’t like you for your wrestling ability, because you have to have ability first my friend. All they see is the dumb jock that had a “horrible secret” on 90210. What happens when they find out that your secret is you can’t even lace Jack Diamond’s boots? What happens when you let daddy down? When you take poor little wabbit and weako, and have to tell them that you are a failure? That’s what will happen after Monday, Brett, bet on it.
[Jack checks the time on his Tag Heuer watch, pulls out his phone and drops a pin for an Uber.]
Diamond: But it’s not all about Brett in this match. I have two other people that stand in my way to going on and fighting in a triple threat cage match for my Shooting Star title. Jake Venom and Jericho Kade. Well Venom, I hear you asked to be put in this match right away and I can almost respect that. Clearly, you know that the way to make a statement is to be in the ring with Jack Diamond and get the rub from his greatness. That’s admirable. What isn’t admirable though is you thinking you really stand a chance in this match. All I have to say to you, Jake, is try your best not to be the one to get pinned, because rest assure that Jack Diamond is winning this match and going to Gold Rush to claim not only the Shooting Star title, but to throw everyone out of my ring and become the first ICW World Champion.
[Jack checks the time again and picks up his bags, awaiting the arrival of his ride.]
Diamond: And you, “Mr. ICW” You are right about one two things. It SHOULD just be you and I in this match, and I will definitely be your toughest challenge. Hear this though, Kade, you better damn well remember the name JACK Diamond, because this Monday night, when the cards are all on the table, it will be my name that Scarlett LaDawn is saying, as I stand victorious in my ring…the TRUE King of ICW. You want me to help you dispose of the weaker opposition so that we can fight it out? That’s fine with me but don’t think for one second I am laying down for your sorry ass. No sir, you just stay out of my way because whether it’s Venom, Stetson, or yourself, I am winning this match and taking what is rightfully mine and that is the Shooting Star title. If you want to avoid the pinfall and go on to win the Ironman Championship…well good for you.
[The Uber car finally pulls up and Jack Diamond loads his bags in the back. Before he gets in he turns back to the camera one last time.]
Diamond: One last thing, Sebastian Steele, your message was loud and clear. I’ve followed your career, and have a lot of respect for you, and you’re right, men like us let our in ring work do the talking. Just cherish that Ironman title though, because that will be the only gold you have after Gold Rush because you are looking at the next Shooting Star AND World Champ!
[Jack gets in the back of the car, closes the door and as the car drives off towards the Starbucks, the camera fades to black.]
Diamond: Yeah yeah, I’m here…just landed. Tell him to meet me at the Starbucks on West 5th Street and St. Peters Street. Oh, one last thing… it’d be in your client’s best interest to remember it’s Jack Diamond, not Jake. Good! Tell him to be there in an hour.
[Jack hangs up the phone and places it in his suit pocket. Seeing the camera he smiles and takes a swig out of his water bottle.]
Diamond: I swear I think Rossdale has me low-jacked. It seems like you guys know where I’m at before I even do. Well, here I am… St. Paul, Minnesota, the so called “Most Livable City in America.” [scoffs] Whoever named it that has either never been here, or never been to Cherokee. It was a great couple days home, but you know when you are a star like The Ace, it’s always quickly back to the grind. I definitely have some business to take care of.
[As Jack finishes his last thought, a group of fans walk up wanting his autograph. Jack greets them all, warmly and pulls the sharpie he always keeps with him out of his pocket to begin signing autographs. As he makes small talk with the fans, one girl, maybe in her mid-teens, excitedly speaks up.]
Teen Fan: Oh my God, Jack, how is it working with Brett Stetson? He is so dreamy! Is he as hot in real life as he was on 90210?
[Jack, clearly annoyed, just grits his teeth, smiles and finishes up the last autograph. As he put the sharpie up, he stares down at the girl, with her deer in a headlights look on her face.]
Diamond: Sweetheart, I’m going to forgive your ignorance because you are so young but let me just say that it would be highly beneficial for you to stay in school and learn as much as you can. As for your question? Dreamy is not a term I would use to describe another guy, let alone someone like “The Teen Idol” Brett Stetson. The only thing “dreamy” about that little punk is the dream world he thinks he is in, where he can walk into Jack’s house and be anything more than a never-was…like his old man.
[The girl, clearly seeing that Jack Diamond is perturbed by her question, tearfully runs off with her autograph and as the crowd disperses, Jack turns back to the camera.]
Diamond: You see, Brett… This is my world. You take a guy like Jack Diamond who has been all over this country, breaking my back for this business, sometimes in front of tens of thousands of fans, and sometimes in front of maybe three hundred, well that’s what this life is all about. It’s not about pretty boys who want to play “wrasslin.” Someone who has no business being in the ring, only doing it to try to make daddy love him more by letting a washed up old man live vicariously through him. Yeah, I’ve seen your kind Brett, throw money at any problem you have and expect to get exactly what you want? WELL NUH UH, that’s not how it works punk. This is our life here in the ICW, someone like Sebastian Steele who, generation after generation, has wrestling in his blood. Someone like another of our opponents, Jericho Kade who has bounced from company to company winning many titles, to even freaks like Ari Naxt who is just sick and twisted and like to dish out and receive pain for the fun of it. Listen up “idol” you are in way over your head here. There is no cuts, breaks in the scene, an idiot sitting across from you in a chair tell you exactly what to do…well unless you count the three stooges you associate with. No, when you get in that squared circle, you have to be ready to go, throw it all on the line, kill or be killed…and you just don’t have it kid. You want to hang out in the streets of LA, imagine that you are in the cast of Entourage, well Marky Mark, you better wake up real damn quick. This Monday night, when you step in the ring, it’s a fatal four way match. You are going to be hit from all sides and there will be no stunt double to come in and take the bumps for you…and boy will you be taking some bumps. You think I am supposed to be impressed that you can toss people in the air before using my move? I’m sure you are an expert in tossing, but Jack Diamond is not impressed.
[Jack takes another sip of water, clearly worked up from thinking of someone he feels in inferior to him in the ring. He gains his composure, straightens his tie, and smiles into the camera.]
Diamond: Yeah, some of my fans like you, Brett. They like you for the chump you played on some C-list remake of a show that should have never been made the first time. They don’t like you for your wrestling ability, because you have to have ability first my friend. All they see is the dumb jock that had a “horrible secret” on 90210. What happens when they find out that your secret is you can’t even lace Jack Diamond’s boots? What happens when you let daddy down? When you take poor little wabbit and weako, and have to tell them that you are a failure? That’s what will happen after Monday, Brett, bet on it.
[Jack checks the time on his Tag Heuer watch, pulls out his phone and drops a pin for an Uber.]
Diamond: But it’s not all about Brett in this match. I have two other people that stand in my way to going on and fighting in a triple threat cage match for my Shooting Star title. Jake Venom and Jericho Kade. Well Venom, I hear you asked to be put in this match right away and I can almost respect that. Clearly, you know that the way to make a statement is to be in the ring with Jack Diamond and get the rub from his greatness. That’s admirable. What isn’t admirable though is you thinking you really stand a chance in this match. All I have to say to you, Jake, is try your best not to be the one to get pinned, because rest assure that Jack Diamond is winning this match and going to Gold Rush to claim not only the Shooting Star title, but to throw everyone out of my ring and become the first ICW World Champion.
[Jack checks the time again and picks up his bags, awaiting the arrival of his ride.]
Diamond: And you, “Mr. ICW” You are right about one two things. It SHOULD just be you and I in this match, and I will definitely be your toughest challenge. Hear this though, Kade, you better damn well remember the name JACK Diamond, because this Monday night, when the cards are all on the table, it will be my name that Scarlett LaDawn is saying, as I stand victorious in my ring…the TRUE King of ICW. You want me to help you dispose of the weaker opposition so that we can fight it out? That’s fine with me but don’t think for one second I am laying down for your sorry ass. No sir, you just stay out of my way because whether it’s Venom, Stetson, or yourself, I am winning this match and taking what is rightfully mine and that is the Shooting Star title. If you want to avoid the pinfall and go on to win the Ironman Championship…well good for you.
[The Uber car finally pulls up and Jack Diamond loads his bags in the back. Before he gets in he turns back to the camera one last time.]
Diamond: One last thing, Sebastian Steele, your message was loud and clear. I’ve followed your career, and have a lot of respect for you, and you’re right, men like us let our in ring work do the talking. Just cherish that Ironman title though, because that will be the only gold you have after Gold Rush because you are looking at the next Shooting Star AND World Champ!
[Jack gets in the back of the car, closes the door and as the car drives off towards the Starbucks, the camera fades to black.]