Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 21, 2018 16:07:42 GMT -5
[*plink* The scene opens in dark dressing room in the empty, desolate, Alerus Center in Grand Forks North Dakota. *plink* Every couple seconds, a small metal sound breaks the silence. *plink* The silhouette of a man, sitting in a cold steel chair, reaching up to his head and plucking at something fills the camera shot. *plink* As the camera moves in closer, we see Jack Diamond, tossing the last thumbtack he can find from his skin into a metal bucket. Trickles of blood run down Jack’s face and arm, still in his wrestling trunks he looks up to the camera, a look of agitation and a hint of anger on his face. He leans in close, almost whispering.]
Jack Diamond: Kade… Jack Diamond can admit when he was one-upped, and tonight well, you snuck one in. That Shooting Star number one contendership was mine. TWICE I had Venom ready to tap out to Aces Wild, and twice you took the cheapshot on me. That DDT on the tacks, and then the chairshot to the head… will not be forgotten Jericho. I do wish you the best of luck in your title match this coming Sunday, because if and when you get MY belt… I’m coming for you Mr. ICW.
[Just before he starts another thought, his phone buzzes. As he looks down to check the message he sees the official ICW news release concerning the card at Gold Rush this coming Sunday. Jack grins to the camera, almost a maniacal smile, and stands up to head to the shower room. The camera zooms in to the bucket as we see the metal shimmering red in the bottom of the bucket. The camera fades to black.]
[The scene picks back up several hours later. It’s now dusk on the cool, rainy, streets of St. Paul Minnesota. The sky, a mix of black, purple, and blood red, cries down tears of morning agony as a man approaches in a long fur coat. As the camera zooms in, we see Jack Diamond, walking in the rain with his head bandaged, his hair slick with the rain. The fur coat, an old wolf pelt that was passed down through the generations in his family. As he comes to a sheltered bench, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out the just released action figure of Ari Naxt. He sets the figure on the bench, reaches in his other pocket and pulls out a bottle of some sort. As he squirts liquid all over the bench and action figure, all you smell is lighter fluid.]
Jack Diamond: Ari Naxt… I told you last week that this wasn’t over. I told you that the next time, it was going to be worse for you. This Sunday at Gold Rush, we are in a ladder match for the number one contender to the Shooting Star Title. Well, I lost that opportunity tonight and I’ll be damned if I lose it a second time. You’ve lost three matches Ari, two of them by my hands, and at Gold Rush you can add another to them. Oh, and that loss tonight against Don? I give you credit for that, taking the L because you inflicted pain with your walking stick, the evil in you definitely seeps out of your every pore. No disqualifications this Sunday though. You can bring your stick, you can borrow some thumb tacks from Jericho Kade, hell you can even have your little slave come down and gouge my eyes out… but just like I told you before, Ari, you don’t scare me. See, you BETTER bring your stick. You better bring every damn thing you got, because Jack Diamond does not lose two in a row. Kade will get what’s coming to him in due time, but this Sunday I am taking every ounce of my frustration out on you. You stalk your prey, you play mind games with them, and you ARE the big bad wolf. Just like last week at Spectacle though, you will be tamed. I will put you down for good, Ari, and your hopes of being anything here will be over. You goal to bring pain on the whole ICW roster, will be over. Your career, your fame, your spell that you have over Mandy Joe, all that will be over Ari. It will all go down in flames…
[Jack pulls out a book of matches from his jacket and strikes one, using the flame of that to ignite the whole book. He tosses it on the bench which immediate goes up into flames from all the lighter fluid, despite the damp conditions around it. The rubber Ari action figure becomes consumed by the flames, melted rubber and plastic dripping around it, tears of anguish on the face of Ari’s likeness. Jack stares deadly into the camera as the flames shimmer off his eyes.]
Jack Diamond: I intend fully on this weekend being in the fight of my life. There is a good chance I get speared, that I get attacked, that I get injured. However, I ask you one thing Ari. After I put the Aces Wild on you in that ring and there is no rope breaks, no tap outs, I can twist your knee like a pretzel as long as I want, how are you going to climb a ladder?
[Jack turns away from the roaring fire, now having engulfed the entire sheltered area of the bench, it rages in the early morning hours, burning quicker than the rain drops can contain. Jack walks up the sidewalk to where a street lamp is. Beside the post, a cold, slick, aluminum ladder. Jack looks up to the top of the ladder, the light glistening against the rain drops as they fall. He puts a foot on the bottom rung.]
Jack Diamond: I on the other hand, Ari, will climb up to my destiny. I will climb up the ladder in the ICW both figuratively and literally.
[Jack starts climbing up the wet ladder, which towers at least sixteen feet, maybe twenty, where the street light dangles from its pole.]
Jack Diamond: As I make my way up it, Ari, I will look down on your broken body, a shell of the big bad wolf you thought you once were, and it will be Jack Diamond who is howling. It will be Jack Diamond who stalked his prey. It will be Jack Diamond who snatches that contract to face the shooting star champ at a later date.
[Jack makes it to the top of the ladder and pulls himself up on the top base of it. He sits down, straddling both sides of the cold metal between his legs. His face, the bandage, and the water, brightly shining in the light that is right beside him. He reaches into the pelts pocket once more and pulls out a hammer. The flames from the fire are finally starting to die down in the rain that has picked up. Jack stares down at the camera as it zooms in on his face.]
Jack Diamond: Ari, you may think you live your life in darkness. I know you though, the night is fine as long as you have a street light to guide you. When that light goes out, you are just as scared as the average person. See, that fuel you use to spark fear in your opponents, it’s there because you fear it too. I don’t fear it though, I welcome the night. I am comfortable in the dark. It’s how my people survived. It’s how I survive. You may think I am entering your world this week in a match with no rules, but did you ever stop to think that it’s actually my world and I am just allowing you a little bit of light to keep your from tucking tail and running to hide under your bed? There may be a wolf at my door, but I welcome him, for he is just a pet, Ari. When that wolf has overstayed his welcome though? Well, just like that fire burnt out, I will burn out your light Ari. We will see how you really feel about the darkness.
[Jack stands up on the top of the ladder, the sheets of rain really beating down hard now. He swings the hammer back and as he follows through he makes contact with the glass fixture around the street light and it explodes as glass sprinkles everything below and the scene goes dark now except from the silhouette of Jack standing high on the ladder with his hands in the shape of a diamond. The camera zooms back to where the bench was, and we see the charred remains of the Ari Naxt action figure while Jack Diamond is atop the ladder laughing almost as dementedly as Ari Naxt does. The scene comes to an end.]
Jack Diamond: Kade… Jack Diamond can admit when he was one-upped, and tonight well, you snuck one in. That Shooting Star number one contendership was mine. TWICE I had Venom ready to tap out to Aces Wild, and twice you took the cheapshot on me. That DDT on the tacks, and then the chairshot to the head… will not be forgotten Jericho. I do wish you the best of luck in your title match this coming Sunday, because if and when you get MY belt… I’m coming for you Mr. ICW.
[Just before he starts another thought, his phone buzzes. As he looks down to check the message he sees the official ICW news release concerning the card at Gold Rush this coming Sunday. Jack grins to the camera, almost a maniacal smile, and stands up to head to the shower room. The camera zooms in to the bucket as we see the metal shimmering red in the bottom of the bucket. The camera fades to black.]
[The scene picks back up several hours later. It’s now dusk on the cool, rainy, streets of St. Paul Minnesota. The sky, a mix of black, purple, and blood red, cries down tears of morning agony as a man approaches in a long fur coat. As the camera zooms in, we see Jack Diamond, walking in the rain with his head bandaged, his hair slick with the rain. The fur coat, an old wolf pelt that was passed down through the generations in his family. As he comes to a sheltered bench, he reaches in his pocket and pulls out the just released action figure of Ari Naxt. He sets the figure on the bench, reaches in his other pocket and pulls out a bottle of some sort. As he squirts liquid all over the bench and action figure, all you smell is lighter fluid.]
Jack Diamond: Ari Naxt… I told you last week that this wasn’t over. I told you that the next time, it was going to be worse for you. This Sunday at Gold Rush, we are in a ladder match for the number one contender to the Shooting Star Title. Well, I lost that opportunity tonight and I’ll be damned if I lose it a second time. You’ve lost three matches Ari, two of them by my hands, and at Gold Rush you can add another to them. Oh, and that loss tonight against Don? I give you credit for that, taking the L because you inflicted pain with your walking stick, the evil in you definitely seeps out of your every pore. No disqualifications this Sunday though. You can bring your stick, you can borrow some thumb tacks from Jericho Kade, hell you can even have your little slave come down and gouge my eyes out… but just like I told you before, Ari, you don’t scare me. See, you BETTER bring your stick. You better bring every damn thing you got, because Jack Diamond does not lose two in a row. Kade will get what’s coming to him in due time, but this Sunday I am taking every ounce of my frustration out on you. You stalk your prey, you play mind games with them, and you ARE the big bad wolf. Just like last week at Spectacle though, you will be tamed. I will put you down for good, Ari, and your hopes of being anything here will be over. You goal to bring pain on the whole ICW roster, will be over. Your career, your fame, your spell that you have over Mandy Joe, all that will be over Ari. It will all go down in flames…
[Jack pulls out a book of matches from his jacket and strikes one, using the flame of that to ignite the whole book. He tosses it on the bench which immediate goes up into flames from all the lighter fluid, despite the damp conditions around it. The rubber Ari action figure becomes consumed by the flames, melted rubber and plastic dripping around it, tears of anguish on the face of Ari’s likeness. Jack stares deadly into the camera as the flames shimmer off his eyes.]
Jack Diamond: I intend fully on this weekend being in the fight of my life. There is a good chance I get speared, that I get attacked, that I get injured. However, I ask you one thing Ari. After I put the Aces Wild on you in that ring and there is no rope breaks, no tap outs, I can twist your knee like a pretzel as long as I want, how are you going to climb a ladder?
[Jack turns away from the roaring fire, now having engulfed the entire sheltered area of the bench, it rages in the early morning hours, burning quicker than the rain drops can contain. Jack walks up the sidewalk to where a street lamp is. Beside the post, a cold, slick, aluminum ladder. Jack looks up to the top of the ladder, the light glistening against the rain drops as they fall. He puts a foot on the bottom rung.]
Jack Diamond: I on the other hand, Ari, will climb up to my destiny. I will climb up the ladder in the ICW both figuratively and literally.
[Jack starts climbing up the wet ladder, which towers at least sixteen feet, maybe twenty, where the street light dangles from its pole.]
Jack Diamond: As I make my way up it, Ari, I will look down on your broken body, a shell of the big bad wolf you thought you once were, and it will be Jack Diamond who is howling. It will be Jack Diamond who stalked his prey. It will be Jack Diamond who snatches that contract to face the shooting star champ at a later date.
[Jack makes it to the top of the ladder and pulls himself up on the top base of it. He sits down, straddling both sides of the cold metal between his legs. His face, the bandage, and the water, brightly shining in the light that is right beside him. He reaches into the pelts pocket once more and pulls out a hammer. The flames from the fire are finally starting to die down in the rain that has picked up. Jack stares down at the camera as it zooms in on his face.]
Jack Diamond: Ari, you may think you live your life in darkness. I know you though, the night is fine as long as you have a street light to guide you. When that light goes out, you are just as scared as the average person. See, that fuel you use to spark fear in your opponents, it’s there because you fear it too. I don’t fear it though, I welcome the night. I am comfortable in the dark. It’s how my people survived. It’s how I survive. You may think I am entering your world this week in a match with no rules, but did you ever stop to think that it’s actually my world and I am just allowing you a little bit of light to keep your from tucking tail and running to hide under your bed? There may be a wolf at my door, but I welcome him, for he is just a pet, Ari. When that wolf has overstayed his welcome though? Well, just like that fire burnt out, I will burn out your light Ari. We will see how you really feel about the darkness.
[Jack stands up on the top of the ladder, the sheets of rain really beating down hard now. He swings the hammer back and as he follows through he makes contact with the glass fixture around the street light and it explodes as glass sprinkles everything below and the scene goes dark now except from the silhouette of Jack standing high on the ladder with his hands in the shape of a diamond. The camera zooms back to where the bench was, and we see the charred remains of the Ari Naxt action figure while Jack Diamond is atop the ladder laughing almost as dementedly as Ari Naxt does. The scene comes to an end.]