Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 21, 2018 16:12:15 GMT -5
[The scene opens to an empty parking lot in St. Paul, Minnesota on the Wednesday night before Gold Rush. The sign, above a building reads “Stargate Bar & Nightclub”. To the right is another club, and to the left Planned Parenthood. The Stargate bar has been shut down since February of this year thanks to the violence that was routine at this place, and ultimately shootings that sealed the fate of this place shutting down. As footsteps approach, the camera pans back to see Jack Diamond walking up to the entry way of the defunct club, bolt cutters in hand. He motions for the camera crew to come closer as he looks around.]
Jack Diamond: When I used to run the indy circuits up here in Minnesota, more than ten years ago, this was one of my favorite drinking spots. I was only eighteen or nineteen, but since I was “one of the boys” I never got carded, and had all the beer, whisky, or rum I could handle.
[Jack comes up to the door that is chained and padlocked shut. He checks his surroundings again and swiftly cuts the chains with the bolt cutters, opens the door and slips in before sticking his head back out and waving the cameras in. As Jack and the cameras enter the club, there is dust and cobwebs everywhere. Caution taped roping off some areas and trash, broken bottles, and debris laying scattered all around.]
Jack Diamond: Man, those sure were the nights. Learning the ropes of the wrestling business, getting into fights in this very bar, and just living wild and fast… I miss those days. It wasn’t about the money, or the fame, but the night in and night out grind of being a wrestler. The taking bumps in front of 300 people at most, rabidly screaming for blood.
[Jack leans over the dilapidated bar and pulls an unopened bottle of whisky off a shelf. He wipes the dust off with his shirt, opens the bottle and takes a swig.]
Jack Diamond: Looks like they forgot a bottle. As I was saying, those times were much simpler, but as Jack’s Star rose, this Star faded in the back and I traveled around all over the country gaining fame and fortune. I went from taking chair shots in high school gyms, to main eventing arenas all over the place. As my superstardom grew, I did less and less hardcore matches, and really honed in on my craft, and my skills.
[Jack walks over to a wall, knocks on it where a poster is taped, and then nods and rips the poster off the wall, exposing a huge hole.]
Jack Diamond: As a matter of fact, this very bar was the location of one of my last hardcore fights. A legit, hardcore, shoot. I’m sitting here with a couple of my buddies, after some show where we barely made a gate, and these idiots come up telling us that wrestling is fake, yada yada ya. So, simply put, we showed them that what we do is not fake, and this hole right here was made by some poor fool’s head, courtesy of the Old Ace.
[Diamond takes another swig of whisky and places the cap back on it. He reaches out and feels the wall around the hole, plaster breaking off in his hand. He tosses it down, brushes his hands off on his pants and continues…]
Jack Diamond: See, I’ve never been afraid to fight, in any condition, and that goes for this Sunday as well. Ari, it’s going to be a brawl. It’s going to be a blood fest, and Jack Diamond will match your crazy ass step for step, punch for punch, and pain for pain. You see, I’m glad Kade brought thumbtacks into the match last week, and quite honestly, I’m glad my head felt the piercing of all those tacks because it made me, for a second, think about years past and the pain I experience coming up in this business…and it gave me an itch to relive it all over again. Relive it I will, but Ari, no matter how much pain I feel, how much pain you are able to dish out…you will receive ten-fold. I set out in this business with one goal, and that was to be the very best. I have achieved that, but despite the facts, I feel I have to prove myself more so now than ever. Sunday night at Gold rush, I’m walking out the number one contender for the Shooting Star Title, and I am walking out the ICW World Champion. Above all else though, as I walk out victoriously, you, Ari, will be laying on your back seeing shooting stars.
[Jack walks over to one of the old pool tables, and picks up the dusty cue ball, tossing it in the air a few times. He set it down and picks up a pool stick and chalks it. As he bends down and aims against the cue ball, he shoots and sinks the green number 6 ball.]
Jack Diamond: Ah, lucky number six. I like that. Ari, there is no one that is going to stand in my way of walking out of Gold Rush Sunday with Gold, and there is no one that is going to stand in my way of walking out of Gold Rush on Sunday with a chance at even more gold. I think it’s clear to all the fans of ICW who is the best around here, and that’s yours truly, Jack Diamond. I should be in the cage this Sunday against Don White and Sebastian Steel, two people worthy of the greatness that is Jack Diamond, instead I am playing chutes and ladders with you. It works out a little because I wasn’t done with you, but after this Sunday, it will be on to bigger and better things, and that is taking over this company and being the face of it. It won’t be your face of evil, it won’t be Jericho Kade’s shit eating grin, and it won’t be the teen Midol, it will by Jack Diamond who runs this place. When I’m through with you Ari, you and Mandy Joe can run back off to the mountains and play with your baby doll heads and clown figurines and leave the fighting to me.
[Jack, with whisky in hand, walks back towards the door and exits the building. He looks up in the sky, just in time to see a shooting star whiz off in the dark abyss.]
Jack Diamond: Wish I may, wish I might, Ari Naxt you better come to fight. The Ace of Spades will be ready to climb rung by rung and snatch the contract, and be one step closer to showing The Diamond Club what greatness is all about. It may have started here at this club way back then, but now, I’m a house hold name, and everyone tunes in and wants to see Jack Diamond. It is only right that I give them what they want. If it means going to war with you, whether its chairs, tacks, barbed wire, tables, ladders, it doesn’t matter. I am going to beat the evil out of you so bad that you’ll be back in church the next Sunday, cleaned shaved, praising the Almighty for being so good. You don’t get to the top of the mountain like I have and become complacent. No, I am a shooting star, and will be on my way to WINNING the shooting star title after Gold Rush. As longs as I am that shooting star, all the world will love me…I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that a time or two.
[Jack smiles at the camera, opens and takes another swig from the whisky before tossing it off camera as it crashes and breaks somewhere in the parking lot. Jack holds out his hand into a diamond shape and then walks towards the camera and off frame, as the camera pans up to show the nightclubs sign once again and just above it, in the deep black night, it catches one more shooting star far above. Will Jack Diamond be able to finish what he started two Spectacle’s ago with Ari Naxt? It will take more than a schoolboy roll up this time to beat the evil, sick, Naxt. Will Jack be able to survive enough in that match to go on and compete in the Gold Rush Rumble match for the World Title? And lastly, Why is Jack Diamond so hell bent on committing crimes in St. Paul? Arson, Vandalism, and Breaking and Entering…what has got into The Ace of Spades? We are left with these questions as the scene comes to an end and fades to black.]