Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 18:58:15 GMT -5
[The scene opens up to an air conditioned lobby inside of the Harrah's Cherokee Casino & Resort. Sitting in the lobby are five of the brightest up and coming sports and entertainment agents in the country, all waiting patiently for a job interview they seen online. The job, posted by ICW World Champion Jack Diamond, is for his own personal agent. The candidates a mixed bag. There is Justin Michaels, top of his class in Xavier University and trying to get his foot in the door to Creative Artists Agency by signing the biggest star he can find. To his left, is Lisa Jamison, a local farm girl, turned North Carolina State grad who is hoping to leave the small town life behind and get in the mix with all the celebrities. Next is Deshaun Masters, a once promising football player who after an awful knee injury in his high school championship game, decided his only way to be involved in sports is to be in sports management. Next, studying her resume hard is Amy Smithers, who while not always the sharpest in school was able to fake her way to the top of her class with her good looks, charm and million dollar smile. Finally, Dale Ross, who sits taking notes while listening to his favorite podcast.]
[The scene cuts to the inside of a beautiful office, just on the other side of where the five hopeful agents are waiting. Behind the beautiful mahogany desk is Jack Diamond, dressed in one of his famous Armani suits. In walks the receptionist to the office he has rented for the day.]
Receptionist: Mr. Diamond, all of the candidates are here sir.
Jack Diamond: Thank you, please send in Mr. Michaels.
[As the receptionists leaves the office to fetch Justin Michaels, Diamond looks to the camera, breaking the fourth wall.]
Jack Diamond: You know, I thought I had it all in the ICW. I am World Champ after all. Is that enough to put away the Ironman Champion this past Monday? Apparently not. Is it enough to be ranked number one in the company? Again, I guess not. That role, according to the ICW Website, belongs to Jericho Kade. JERICHO KADE! Are you kidding me?
[In walks the first interviewee, Justin Michaels, dressed in his sleek black suit, while not nearly as nice as Diamonds, making him look professional all the same. Jack stands to shake his hand and greets him and motions for the chair across from the desk.]
Jack Diamond: Mr. Michaels, thanks for coming in today, have a seat, please.
[As Justin Michaels sits, fully aware of the opportunity he has, and also in awe at the stardom that sits in front of him, Jack continues.]
Jack Diamond: Judging by the stupid smile stuck on your face, I clearly don’t need to introduce myself to you, so let’s get to business. Everyone knows I am the star of ICW. The face of the company, the WORLD CHAMP for God’s sake. However, Jericho Kade is still ranked number one. Now, we all know it’s not because of talent, because Jack Diamond’s talent far exceeds that good for nothing coat-tail rider, Kade. It’s also not looks, because his oily ass can’t even hold a candle to the magnificence of The Ace of Spades. No, the only thing I can figure is his agent is pulling the strings, getting him the fake notoriety that he has had lately. Well, hell, I figure if I hire an agent that just shoots me straight to the top.
[Justin is nodding and smiling as if he is following, but the nervousness shows on his face, intimidated from the second Jack started talking.]
Jack Diamond: So, my question to you, Mr. Top of His Class… what can you do for Jack? How do we make sure EVERYONE knows I am the star? I know it’s the truth, you know it’s the truth, the Diamond Club definitely knows it, but the so called “experts” who rank the ICW are missing something. So Justin, how do we make Jack Diamond number one?
Justin Michaels: Well, uh, sir, I- I can get you into movies maybe?
Jack Diamond: Into movies? INTO MOVIES? First of all, grow a set man. Stop your stuttering, and are you asking me a question at the end? I thought you were the best up and coming agent! Get me in movies, give me a break. What the hell do I look like? Brett Stetson? Get the hell out of here!
[Justin quickly gets up and leaves, almost leaving a trail of sweat behind. Jack goes to the door and looks at the first woman, her blonde hair and glasses eyeing him back with a scared and unrecognizable look on her face. Jack, clearly perturbed at the moment leans out.]
Jack Diamond: Excuse me, miss… you must be Lisa Jamison. Before you even step foot in this office, do you know who the hell I am?
[Thrown off by the question, Lisa timidly shakes her head, her eyes slowly starting to shimmer and shine from a few nervous tears welling up in them.]
Jack Diamond: Okay hon, I’m going to have to ask you to get out of my office. I will not be interviewing you today because if you already don’t know the mega star that IS Jack Diamond, you can’t do anything for me.
[As she stands up to leave and Jack gets a good look at her, he gives a huge smile to Deshaun who also is looking at what Jack is.]
Jack Diamond: Wait, Lisa…
[When she stops to turn around, Jack walks over and slips her a piece of paper, more than likely his phone number and whispers something in her ear. As she goes to walk off, he gives her a nice sports pat on the back side and laughs a bit.]
Jack Diamond: Go get ‘em sweet heart. Okay, who do we have next? Mr. Masters. Come in. I was watching some of your old game footage earlier, you were really something man. Let’s talk.
[Deshaun heads into the office, shaking Jack’s hand.]
Jack Diamond: So D, can I call you D? Of course I can, I am the champ. So being the champ, what can you do for me to ensure that I stay on top?
Deshaun Masters: Well Jack, my man, I am going to make you Mr. ICW baby!
Jack Diamond: Mr. ICW? Are you stupid man? My opponent next week already falsely calls himself Mr. ICW. I don’t need to run around claiming I am Mr. ICW. The fans and all the millions of Diamond Club members already know I am the face of the company. You know what, I liked you at first, but that ignorance just got your ass fired before I even hired you.
[Jack turns back around before even getting to his seat and walks Deshaun back out. He takes a look at the two remaining candidates. The beautiful brunette woman staring back at him blankly like a deer in headlights is enough to almost send Jack into a rage.]
Jack Diamond: You, legs, what’s your name?
Amy Smithers: I’m Amy!
Jack Diamond: Well, Amy, THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU! Get the hell out of here.
[As she runs off crying, Jack looks to the last candidate. Who quickly takes his earbuds out and stands to greet Jack.]
Dale Ross: Hi Jack, Dale Ross here! I am a huge fan and if you would give me a moment I can explain to you what I can do to make you a brighter star than you could ever imagine!
Jack Diamond: And… you are out. A brighter star? THERE IS NO Brighter Star than what Jack Diamond already is. Besides your name is seriously Dale Ross? Man that is too damn close to Rossdale and I already have people thinking I’m in bed with the Brit. Truth is, I’m just trying to protect the man who signs my checks because he is going around writing other checks that he can’t cash. I’d hate for him to get hurt and not be able to pay the champ. Forget it, I don’t need a damn agent. I am not some no talented, no business sense fool like Jericho Kade who can only make a name for himself if someone handles his affairs and if he rides the coattails of people like Bobby Barratt. No, I am THE MAN in ICW. There is no one else who deserves the World title and no one more deserving of being labeled Shooting Star than Jack Diamond! This Monday night I will walk into the Ford Center with one belt, climb that ladder and snatch my second belt and prove to everyone that agent or not, Jack Diamond is the TRUE KING of Icon Championship Wrestling.
[Dale Ross runs off as Jack walks back into his office and slams the door shut. The scene comes to an end.]