Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 19:08:37 GMT -5
June 27th – 12:00 PM
**The scene opens in the quiet North Carolina town, Murphy, located in Cherokee County. On this cooler than average Summer day, we see ICW World and Shooting Star champion, Jack Diamond sitting on the bank of the Hiwassee River. Murphy, North Carolina is a very small town that had pretty much nothing but a couple schools, a few fast food places, and a Super Wal-Mart. That is until 2015 when the Eastern Band of the Cherokee opened the Harrah’s River Valley Casino, instantly drawing the attention of The Ace of Spades, who grew up a little over an hour away in the town of Cherokee. Our champion, clearly deep in thought, is sporting a fresh bandage on his head after the attack in last night’s main event where Bobby Barratt busted him open, in the process disqualifying Ari Naxt ensuring that Dead End’s main event would be one on one between the two. The camera zooms in on Jack Diamond as he takes a deep breath and stares off across the river.**
Jack Diamond: The Hiwassee River, or known to my ancestors as Tianusi-yi. “The Leech Place.” It was a common story told when we were young about a giant leech that lived in this river, called Tianusi. The leech, with it’s eerie red and white striped markings, would cause the water to boil to a white foam. Then, a great wave would rise up and sweep people off their feet, sending them into the deep hole below. I remember many times having nightmares about this leech as a child.
**Diamond stands up from the river bank, holding a flat stone in his hand. He throws it out across the river, skipping it along the shimmering surface about eight time before it vanishes into the abyss below. Diamond finally looks into the camera.**
Jack Diamond: Never in my wildest dreams, could I imagine that about twenty years later I would experience an even greater leech than Tianusi. One that would suck the fun and energy out of everyone he comes in contact with. Instead of making water boil, this leech has, time and time again, made my very own blood boil.
**Diamond removes his sun glasses, reaches up and peels his bandage off of his head revealing a stitched up, heavily bruised forehead. His eyes shoot daggers of ice into the lens of the camera.**
Jack Diamond: Bobby Barratt. The Giant Leech of Icon Championship Wrestling. I have to hand it to you Bobby, you succeeded in firing off the first shot last night when you rammed that ladder into my head. You think you are untouchable here. That may be the case with you and Rossdale. He may not be able to fire you, and hell, you even sent him into a rehab center after you broke his spirit with your little Siren, Jenny. What you fail to realize though, Mr. Barratt, is you are far from untouchable with The Ace of Spades. I may not be in Shawn’s back pocket like your boyfriend Steven Blaylock thinks, but I DO consider myself an ambassador for ICW and as the World Champ it is my job to make sure the company I give my blood, sweat, and tears for, isn’t destroyed by you and your so-called “Kingdom.”
**Jack, walks by the camera and up the bank where his driver is waiting for him. As he climbs into the back of the limo, a look of complete agitation on his face, the limo drives off, towards the casino as the camera fades.**
June 27th – 2:45 PM
**The scene picks back up a couple hours later, about fifty miles northeast of Murphy, in Cherokee, North Carolina. The hometown of Jack Diamond. Diamond’s limo pulls up outside of The Museum of the Cherokee Indian. As the driver opens the door for our champion, he seems like he is a little better mood, possibly from being home after a long ICW Road Trip up north. It is definitely a relief that this week’s Dead End pay-per-view is in Nashville, Tennessee, only a four hour drive from his home in the Great Smokey Mountains. As Jack walks across the street, we see a sign for “Unto These Hills” that is performed in the Mountainside Theater.**
Jack Diamond: Ah, it’s so great to be home. This Mountainside Theater was one of my first jobs as a teen, selling tickets to the shows during summer break. What an amazing story that gets told here. “Unto These Hills” is a drama put on to educate those in attendance of our heritage, that of the Trail of Tears.
**Diamond walks through the entrance of the theater and out into the open amphitheater. He takes a look around at the stands where later that evening many vacationers would be gathered to hear the heart breaking story of the Cherokee removal in the 1830’s. He bends down and picks up a handful of dirt before raising and looking at the camera, letting the dirt slowly blow from his hands in the afternoon breeze.**
Jack Diamond: The Trail of Tears, what a tragic story. This Sunday at Dead End though, it will be another Trail of Tears, but not one that affects my Cherokee brethren. No, this Sunday it will be Bobby Barratt’s Trail of Tears. As I stand victorious over him, holding both of my titles, he will be left as broken as Shawn Rossdale. He will lay there, a shell of the man he used to be – a once promising wrestler who made the mistake of thinking he was above Jack Diamond. A once polarizing superstar who made the mistake of stepping in the ring with the best damn thing in the ICW. Bobby, last time I beat you, you almost had a mental breakdown. You flew off across the pond and buried your sorrows in booze just as our boss has done. It took you sweating your ass off in a little shack to even think about making the flight back to the US. Well, that was only after a singles match with me. After I win my THIRD ladder match this Sunday, after I climb twenty feet above your beaten and battered carcass and reclaim both of my titles, you will have no choice but to take your ball and cry your ass all the way back home to the UK.
**A crowd of fans have now gathered inside the theater to get autographs from their hometown hero. Jack starts chatting with them about wrestling and about growing up in Cherokee as the scene once again comes to a close.**
June 27th – 9:00 PM
**Jack Diamond’s limo pulls up at 120 2nd Avenue North in Nashville, Tennessee. The lights from the Wildhorse Saloon light up the night sky, as the sights, smells, and sounds of Music Town, USA fill the evening. Jack Diamond gets out and walks up to a gentlemen in his mid-twenties with a Diamond Club shirt on.**
Jack Diamond: Are you Matt?
Matt from Nashville: Yes! Holy Shit, I’m talking to Jack Diamond!
**The look on the fans face is of pure admiration, and a hint of nervousness. Matt from Nashville had sent a fan letter to Jack a couple weeks back wanting an autograph but Diamond, forever in gratitude for his Diamond Club VIPs, offered to pay Matt’s way into the Dead End pay-per-view.**
Jack Diamond: Relax bro, you are a Diamond Club member and we carry ourselves with dignity, unlike my opponent, Bobby Barratt, who throws dignity out the window faster than you Pred fans throw catfish.
**Jack and Matt have a laugh at the mention of the Nashville Predators strange tradition. Jack pulls out an envelope and hands it over to Matt**
Jack Diamond: Anyways, Jack Diamond is a man of his word, Matt from Nashville. You wanted an autograph, well it is right in that envelop along with 2 front row seats to the Bridgestone Arena this Sunday for Dead End.
Matt from Nashville: Thank you so much man, there is a reason why you are our favorite wrestler in this area. You treat your fans with respect unlike the Kingdom and Soviet Connection!
Jack Diamond: The Kingdom, and the Soviet Connection… A group of misfits that should be embarrassed to call themselves wrestlers. And no one is a larger misfit than that Barney looking punk, Bobby Barratt. I realized shortly after I offered you the tickets that I never truly answered your question you sent me, Matt. I believe you asked me what I thought about so many people calling themselves “saviors” and “prodigal sons” in the ICW.
**Matt nods, remembering the question but still in awe that he not only got tickets to the show but is standing face to face with his favorite superstar.**
Jack Diamond: Well, I’ll tell you what the champ thinks. It doesn’t matter if you are a prodigy, a savior, a god, a monster, or a teen idol… no, what matters is that NONE of you are an Ace. None of you are a true ambassador for the ICW like Jack Diamond. None of you are a World Champion! As for the Kingdom, it appears it is already in ruins. Listen to me though Bobby, what you two idiots didn’t self-destroy last week, will come tumbling down this Sunday like a house of cards. You and Kade may be having a lovers quarrel, but don’t think for one second that I will forget about being laid out at the end of Spectacle two weeks in a row by you two degenerates. This Sunday, the Kingdom meets its dead end. Bobby Barratt meets his dead end. I, Jack Diamond, Mr. Ladder Match, will once again walk out of the match as a double champion.
**Jack smiles at the camera and Matt is marking out like he just seen George Jones himself, funny considering that the George Jones Museum is right next door to the Wildhorse Saloon. Diamond looks up at the establishment and back to Matt.**
Jack Diamond: Say, why don’t I treat you to the ultimate Diamond Club experience tonight, my friend. The Wildhorse Saloon. Let’s go in here and shut this place down. Drinks on me!
**The fan is absolutely speechless as Diamond pats him on the back and they head into the club. As they walk in all eyes are on them, with the chatter of people recognizing Diamond and their excitement rushing through the crowd like a tidal wave.**
Jack Diamond: You see, Matt, when you are a star like Jack Diamond, you don’t have to resort to juvenile antics like Bobby Barratt does. You don’t have to attack someone and cheap shot them to make a statement. No, just being in the presence of people is a statement enough. The Diamond Club already knows this, and this Sunday Bobby Barratt will learn it as well. This Sunday, all of ICW will learn it. Jack Diamond, the fighting champ, the reigning champ, the victorious champ… simply THE champ. And that, Matt, is something you can bet on!
**Diamond and his tag along walk through the club and up to the bar. Diamond quickly motions the beautiful bartender over, with her tight black tank top, daisy dukes, and cowboy boots. He flirts with her a bit and then she hands him a house mic.**
Jack Diamond: Ladies and Gentlemen of Nashville, you are ALL Diamond Club VIPS tonight! Drink, be merry, and bask in the glowing presence that is The Ace of Spades, Jack Diamond! Tonight, all drinks are on me!
**The crowd erupts into massive cheers, many because they love Jack Diamond, even more, though, because who doesn’t love free booze. The strobe lights, fog and loud music kick back on into a feeling of euphoria as all the patrons crowd around the champion. What will happen Sunday night at Dead End? Can Diamond reign over the Kingdom? The cameras zoom out and the scene fades out.**