Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 19:15:50 GMT -5
Tuesday Night - July 4th - 9:43 PM
The scene opens in Memphis, Tennessee. After the events of last night's Dead End in ICW, our world champion, Jack Diamond quietly left the Bridgestone Arena without making a scene, got in his car and headed west to Mempis to spend a night or two before hitting I-55 and US-49 south on route to Biloxi, Mississippi. While he is physically carrying less weight tonight, he looks heavy, burdened with thoughts of what transpired twenty four hours prior. What made Diamond grab the World Title first? He can't even tell you the answer to that, maybe it was what meant the most to him or maybe he intuitively knew something about the night didn't seem right. In any event, the rest was a blur; feeling the jar of the ladder, looking down and seeing the weasel of a man, Shawn Rossdale, at the base trying to cost him the match, holding on to the World Title tight and then the impact of the ring. Jack couldn’t tell you what happened next. All he knows is that, as the twenty foot ladder cast a dark shadow over his almost lifeless body, a nightmare sometimes becomes reality.
Diamond snaps out of his deep thoughts as the first firework in Memphis' annual Fourth of July celebration explodes into the night sky, just over the old Pyramid Arena which is now a Bass Pro Shop and Hotel. As the sky lights up into various colors, the camera zooms in on our champ. In one hand, he twirls the wooden stick of a mini-American flag between his thumb and middle finger.
Diamond: I find it almost ironic that the British continue to be a thorn in the side of The Ace's legacy and heritage. From the colonization of my ancestors’ native lands in the fifteen hundreds, all the way to 2017 when two British shmucks have to audacity to screw over Jack Diamond.
As another firework explodes into purple and orange shimmers, Diamond coldly looks on.
Diamond: Independence Day... In America, this marks the celebration from 241 years ago when those early settlements finally realized how much of a joke Great Britain was and decided to go on their own. It may be a touchy subject for me considering that some fifty years later, the Indian Removal Act would drive the Cherokee from their homelands out to Oklahoma on reservations, but I am extremely proud of my American heritage just as I am my Cherokee heritage. Never the less, America declared independence from Great Britain on July 4th 1776 just as Jack Diamond declares independence from two great British idiots on July 4th, 2017.
The celebration continues around him. Crowds of people are watching the display. Diamond takes a few moments to admire the show before continuing.
Diamond: I offered to work next to Shawn to help him protect his company, amidst the rumors of him “buying me” and against my better judgement. In the end, he made it clear that he is nothing but a coward. This is okay, I should have shut it down from the beginning; Jack works better independent anyways.
Then it happens, the Grand Finale. Ten, Twenty, Thirty fireworks all start exploding as is custom during one of these celebrations. The bursts, rocking the earth around it, seem to go on for more than ten minutes.
Diamond: Independent. As I should have been all along. I never once trusted Shawn. I wasn't about to let him have me in his pocket which I could tell ate him up inside. I used him to get where I needed to be but every time I tried to tell him to let me handle the wrestling, he stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Take my Ironman match a few weeks back as example, I destroyed Steele and could have been the first man to hold all three single belts. Shawn thinks he's helping me and ends up costing me the match. From that day I decided to do what I thought was right for ICW but kept my distance from Rossdale. Apparently he found a man that was willing to let him pull his strings even though Barratt had cuckolded him more than I ever thought was humanly possible.
Diamond gets up and heads back across the parking lot to where his ride awaits to take him to Mississippi.
Diamond: I walked out of Nashville the World Champion. How does that make you feel Rossdale? How do you like that your plan only half way worked? Apparently you are not happy, putting me in the first ever match with an Ironman champion NOT for the belt? What happened to Shawn Rossdale's great idea that the Ironman title will be defended on "EVERY SHOW"? I'll tell you what happened, that yellow streak down your back got exposed and just like the weasel you are, you are putting me in a match with the only other person besides Jack Diamond that proposes a threat to Barratt, Brett Stetson. You hope we destroy each other right? I am a fighting champion, there is no doubt about that, and this Monday Brett will be in the fight of his life, but don't think for one second I can be used as a pawn for your backwards agendas and idiocrasies. After I finish the teen idol off, I'm coming for the Prodigy and MY shooting star title, even if his bitch is with him, or even Jenny Stackhouse. You can bet on that!
With those words, Diamond gets into the back of the limo and it pulls off heading towards Biloxi, the site of next Monday's Spectacle and the home to many casinos, a little piece of paradise for Diamond.
Wednesday Night - July 5th - 11:15PM
We pick back up the next evening outside the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. The beaches were packed earlier today as many people chose the Gulf area to enjoy their holiday week. Now, as the stars shine out and dance light off the waves, the sand is sparse with people. Most folks are either in for the night, or enjoying one of the many casinos along this Mississippi coastline. On the beach, in front of the Hard Rock where he is staying for the week, Diamond sits in a lone chair with a red spotlight shining down on him. He almost appears to be out of place, sporting an expensive suit. As the camera zooms in, we see that around him are hundreds of stacks of paper currency. While the denominations cannot be made out, it is clearly a boat load of cash. Diamond who had been looking out across the waves, shifts in the chair that we now make out to be a director’s chair, and smiles to the camera.
Diamond: Brett Stetson, the Teen Idol. I always thought that when we met in the squared circle again, there would be a title on the line. That SHOULD be the case. You are supposed to defend that Ironman title every show. That's not going to happen Monday though, because Shawn Rossdale was crying over the fact I wouldn't do everything he told me to. He would rather destroy the credibility of that belt you hold, then to give Diamond a chance at more gold.
The Ace of Spades looks around him and motions to all of the money. He picks up a stack and flips through it, the whole stack seems to be hundred dollar bills. If this is the case throughout, he is easily sitting on the beach surrounded by tens of thousands, if not more.
Diamond: I didn't get to the level of superstardom that I am today by being a sheep and doing everything that I was told to do. No, I blazed my own trail, defied those that mentally could not measure up to someone of Jack Diamond's caliber, people like Shawn Rossdale. So, take the titles off the table, that’s fine, I don’t need them.
Diamond drops the stack of money back down on the pile around him.
Diamond: You, Brett, are the opposite. You live to do what other people tell you. The director tells you to stop, you stop. He tells you to run the scene back, and you fall in line. Even your daddy tells you to stop being a pansy and become a professional wrestler, and you listen. The yellow puppeteer Rossdale asks you to go up against me without defending your belt and you say "Yes Sir."
A crowd is just now starting to gather around Diamond and they are hanging on every word that he says. Some are in awe of being on the same beach as the ICW World champ, while others are mesmerized by the stacks of money all around him.
Diamond: But Brett, When are you going to make a decision for yourself? If all your life you do what directors, and parents, and rabbits, and spineless Brits tell you to do... how will you ever know if you have what it takes to be a TRUE champion? How can you ever hope to follow in daddy’s footsteps, if when someone tells you to jump, you say how high?
Diamond reaches for a stack of money again, undoes the band holding it together and smiles out across the crowd of people. He tosses the money up in the air in the direction of the masses and they are instantly whipped into a frenzy as they jump and reach and dive for the hundred dollar bills. They just hit the largest jackpot of their casino trip, out on the beach instead of in the smoke filled rooms behind them.
Diamond: Look at these people Brett, do they seem familiar to you? These are the people you hear cheering you on, but not for your skills in that ring. No, they cheer you on because of the sheep you are. They only know you as a pretty boy on their television screens and figure you are famous so they cheer for you. Do you know why these same people cheer me? It’s not because I’m nice. Hell, I can be a prick most of the time. No, Brett, they cheer me because of the blood, sweat and tears I have poured out in dusty, dingy rec centers all across this country. They cheer me because I stand for something when I’m out there in that squared circle. They cheer for me because I treat them like the VIPs they truly are.
Diamond chants are emitting loudly throughout the beach and more people are gathering in droves. It is almost as if a cult leader is giving a sermon as the red spot light shines on their naïve faces. Diamond takes another stack and rains it down on the crowd. The scene is absolutely insane. For someone who Bobby Barratt thinks should be concerned about money, he is definitely not acting that way.
Diamond: You see, I don’t do this for the money, I have more than I’ll ever need. No, I’m not flying across the Atlantic in a purple dildo shaped death tube every week, but I get by just fine with my tailored suits, personal drivers, and really whatever luxuries I care to buy. Money isn’t a big deal, hell I get ten thousand dollars a year just for having the family lineage that I have. I have never yet had to touch that money so there is over 300,000 dollars sitting in some IRA, but I digress. I don’t do this for that. I don’t even do this for the fame. Do I love that these people come out and support me, and wear my T-Shirts, and chant my name? Hell yeah I love it, but do I need it? No. I have and will forever be the only fan of mine that I really try to impress. Fame doesn’t matter. I do this, the grind, the road trips, the bumps and bruises and blood because I love the business. I love to fight. You can take all the titles you want away from me, you can stop me from getting others, but Jack Diamond will show up every night and he will give everything he has not for some jackass owner, because NO ONE owns Jack Diamond. I give all this because it’s what I want to do, and I am damn good at it.
The crowd pop huge at this. One minute Jack can pretty much be saying he doesn’t give a damn about the fans, but in one fell swoop, he lifts them all up into euphoria again and they look past his arrogance. They truly love this superstar.
Diamond: Why do you do it Brett? Is it to impress your dad? Is it to impress your entourage? Is it because you got too old and too ‘roided up for Hollywood that you had no other path in life BUT to enter a profession you have no business being in? Or maybe, just maybe, it is because someone told you to do it and you are a yes man and will never make a decision for yourself? Well, let me offer one more piece of advice to you. Don’t show up Monday. I am pissed off, I am running high, and I am more focused on my craft than I have ever been in my life. Shawn and Bobby will get theirs. Don’t become a casualty in that war Brett. Do what you are told, stay on Rodeo Drive, drink, party, have fun. If you decide to go against everything you’ve ever done and actually show up here in Biloxi, well I fear you will be just another “what-if” the ICW has to recast. AND CUT, That’s a wrap!
With this last line, Diamond pulls out a Hollywood clapper board, and slams the top down. On it is written the words “Brett Stetson’s Farewell, Final Cut” He tosses it down, looks up to the crowd and throws up his diamond and the cheers become even larger. He motions for them to help themselves and the mob begins, scratching, clawing, and fighting for the stacks and stacks of money laying around on the beach. Diamond is laughing a bit of an evil laugh as he turns and walks back up the beach towards his Hard Rock Hotel. What will happen this Monday when unarguably the top two favorites in ICW clash in the ring? Will Stetson heed Diamond’s warning and stay in Hollywood? How will The Ace of Spades handle being in the same arena as owner, Shawn Rossdale and Bobby Barratt? That and more will be answered live on TNT, this Monday! The camera shot widens one last time, zooming out to see Diamond walking off in the distance, the dogfight of the crowd, and the beautiful waves crashing on the gulf as the scene comes to an end.
The scene opens in Memphis, Tennessee. After the events of last night's Dead End in ICW, our world champion, Jack Diamond quietly left the Bridgestone Arena without making a scene, got in his car and headed west to Mempis to spend a night or two before hitting I-55 and US-49 south on route to Biloxi, Mississippi. While he is physically carrying less weight tonight, he looks heavy, burdened with thoughts of what transpired twenty four hours prior. What made Diamond grab the World Title first? He can't even tell you the answer to that, maybe it was what meant the most to him or maybe he intuitively knew something about the night didn't seem right. In any event, the rest was a blur; feeling the jar of the ladder, looking down and seeing the weasel of a man, Shawn Rossdale, at the base trying to cost him the match, holding on to the World Title tight and then the impact of the ring. Jack couldn’t tell you what happened next. All he knows is that, as the twenty foot ladder cast a dark shadow over his almost lifeless body, a nightmare sometimes becomes reality.
BOOM!
Diamond snaps out of his deep thoughts as the first firework in Memphis' annual Fourth of July celebration explodes into the night sky, just over the old Pyramid Arena which is now a Bass Pro Shop and Hotel. As the sky lights up into various colors, the camera zooms in on our champ. In one hand, he twirls the wooden stick of a mini-American flag between his thumb and middle finger.
Diamond: I find it almost ironic that the British continue to be a thorn in the side of The Ace's legacy and heritage. From the colonization of my ancestors’ native lands in the fifteen hundreds, all the way to 2017 when two British shmucks have to audacity to screw over Jack Diamond.
BOOM!
As another firework explodes into purple and orange shimmers, Diamond coldly looks on.
Diamond: Independence Day... In America, this marks the celebration from 241 years ago when those early settlements finally realized how much of a joke Great Britain was and decided to go on their own. It may be a touchy subject for me considering that some fifty years later, the Indian Removal Act would drive the Cherokee from their homelands out to Oklahoma on reservations, but I am extremely proud of my American heritage just as I am my Cherokee heritage. Never the less, America declared independence from Great Britain on July 4th 1776 just as Jack Diamond declares independence from two great British idiots on July 4th, 2017.
BOOM!
The celebration continues around him. Crowds of people are watching the display. Diamond takes a few moments to admire the show before continuing.
Diamond: I offered to work next to Shawn to help him protect his company, amidst the rumors of him “buying me” and against my better judgement. In the end, he made it clear that he is nothing but a coward. This is okay, I should have shut it down from the beginning; Jack works better independent anyways.
Then it happens, the Grand Finale. Ten, Twenty, Thirty fireworks all start exploding as is custom during one of these celebrations. The bursts, rocking the earth around it, seem to go on for more than ten minutes.
Diamond: Independent. As I should have been all along. I never once trusted Shawn. I wasn't about to let him have me in his pocket which I could tell ate him up inside. I used him to get where I needed to be but every time I tried to tell him to let me handle the wrestling, he stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Take my Ironman match a few weeks back as example, I destroyed Steele and could have been the first man to hold all three single belts. Shawn thinks he's helping me and ends up costing me the match. From that day I decided to do what I thought was right for ICW but kept my distance from Rossdale. Apparently he found a man that was willing to let him pull his strings even though Barratt had cuckolded him more than I ever thought was humanly possible.
Diamond gets up and heads back across the parking lot to where his ride awaits to take him to Mississippi.
Diamond: I walked out of Nashville the World Champion. How does that make you feel Rossdale? How do you like that your plan only half way worked? Apparently you are not happy, putting me in the first ever match with an Ironman champion NOT for the belt? What happened to Shawn Rossdale's great idea that the Ironman title will be defended on "EVERY SHOW"? I'll tell you what happened, that yellow streak down your back got exposed and just like the weasel you are, you are putting me in a match with the only other person besides Jack Diamond that proposes a threat to Barratt, Brett Stetson. You hope we destroy each other right? I am a fighting champion, there is no doubt about that, and this Monday Brett will be in the fight of his life, but don't think for one second I can be used as a pawn for your backwards agendas and idiocrasies. After I finish the teen idol off, I'm coming for the Prodigy and MY shooting star title, even if his bitch is with him, or even Jenny Stackhouse. You can bet on that!
With those words, Diamond gets into the back of the limo and it pulls off heading towards Biloxi, the site of next Monday's Spectacle and the home to many casinos, a little piece of paradise for Diamond.
Wednesday Night - July 5th - 11:15PM
We pick back up the next evening outside the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. The beaches were packed earlier today as many people chose the Gulf area to enjoy their holiday week. Now, as the stars shine out and dance light off the waves, the sand is sparse with people. Most folks are either in for the night, or enjoying one of the many casinos along this Mississippi coastline. On the beach, in front of the Hard Rock where he is staying for the week, Diamond sits in a lone chair with a red spotlight shining down on him. He almost appears to be out of place, sporting an expensive suit. As the camera zooms in, we see that around him are hundreds of stacks of paper currency. While the denominations cannot be made out, it is clearly a boat load of cash. Diamond who had been looking out across the waves, shifts in the chair that we now make out to be a director’s chair, and smiles to the camera.
Diamond: Brett Stetson, the Teen Idol. I always thought that when we met in the squared circle again, there would be a title on the line. That SHOULD be the case. You are supposed to defend that Ironman title every show. That's not going to happen Monday though, because Shawn Rossdale was crying over the fact I wouldn't do everything he told me to. He would rather destroy the credibility of that belt you hold, then to give Diamond a chance at more gold.
The Ace of Spades looks around him and motions to all of the money. He picks up a stack and flips through it, the whole stack seems to be hundred dollar bills. If this is the case throughout, he is easily sitting on the beach surrounded by tens of thousands, if not more.
Diamond: I didn't get to the level of superstardom that I am today by being a sheep and doing everything that I was told to do. No, I blazed my own trail, defied those that mentally could not measure up to someone of Jack Diamond's caliber, people like Shawn Rossdale. So, take the titles off the table, that’s fine, I don’t need them.
Diamond drops the stack of money back down on the pile around him.
Diamond: You, Brett, are the opposite. You live to do what other people tell you. The director tells you to stop, you stop. He tells you to run the scene back, and you fall in line. Even your daddy tells you to stop being a pansy and become a professional wrestler, and you listen. The yellow puppeteer Rossdale asks you to go up against me without defending your belt and you say "Yes Sir."
A crowd is just now starting to gather around Diamond and they are hanging on every word that he says. Some are in awe of being on the same beach as the ICW World champ, while others are mesmerized by the stacks of money all around him.
Diamond: But Brett, When are you going to make a decision for yourself? If all your life you do what directors, and parents, and rabbits, and spineless Brits tell you to do... how will you ever know if you have what it takes to be a TRUE champion? How can you ever hope to follow in daddy’s footsteps, if when someone tells you to jump, you say how high?
Diamond reaches for a stack of money again, undoes the band holding it together and smiles out across the crowd of people. He tosses the money up in the air in the direction of the masses and they are instantly whipped into a frenzy as they jump and reach and dive for the hundred dollar bills. They just hit the largest jackpot of their casino trip, out on the beach instead of in the smoke filled rooms behind them.
Diamond: Look at these people Brett, do they seem familiar to you? These are the people you hear cheering you on, but not for your skills in that ring. No, they cheer you on because of the sheep you are. They only know you as a pretty boy on their television screens and figure you are famous so they cheer for you. Do you know why these same people cheer me? It’s not because I’m nice. Hell, I can be a prick most of the time. No, Brett, they cheer me because of the blood, sweat and tears I have poured out in dusty, dingy rec centers all across this country. They cheer me because I stand for something when I’m out there in that squared circle. They cheer for me because I treat them like the VIPs they truly are.
Diamond chants are emitting loudly throughout the beach and more people are gathering in droves. It is almost as if a cult leader is giving a sermon as the red spot light shines on their naïve faces. Diamond takes another stack and rains it down on the crowd. The scene is absolutely insane. For someone who Bobby Barratt thinks should be concerned about money, he is definitely not acting that way.
Diamond: You see, I don’t do this for the money, I have more than I’ll ever need. No, I’m not flying across the Atlantic in a purple dildo shaped death tube every week, but I get by just fine with my tailored suits, personal drivers, and really whatever luxuries I care to buy. Money isn’t a big deal, hell I get ten thousand dollars a year just for having the family lineage that I have. I have never yet had to touch that money so there is over 300,000 dollars sitting in some IRA, but I digress. I don’t do this for that. I don’t even do this for the fame. Do I love that these people come out and support me, and wear my T-Shirts, and chant my name? Hell yeah I love it, but do I need it? No. I have and will forever be the only fan of mine that I really try to impress. Fame doesn’t matter. I do this, the grind, the road trips, the bumps and bruises and blood because I love the business. I love to fight. You can take all the titles you want away from me, you can stop me from getting others, but Jack Diamond will show up every night and he will give everything he has not for some jackass owner, because NO ONE owns Jack Diamond. I give all this because it’s what I want to do, and I am damn good at it.
The crowd pop huge at this. One minute Jack can pretty much be saying he doesn’t give a damn about the fans, but in one fell swoop, he lifts them all up into euphoria again and they look past his arrogance. They truly love this superstar.
Diamond: Why do you do it Brett? Is it to impress your dad? Is it to impress your entourage? Is it because you got too old and too ‘roided up for Hollywood that you had no other path in life BUT to enter a profession you have no business being in? Or maybe, just maybe, it is because someone told you to do it and you are a yes man and will never make a decision for yourself? Well, let me offer one more piece of advice to you. Don’t show up Monday. I am pissed off, I am running high, and I am more focused on my craft than I have ever been in my life. Shawn and Bobby will get theirs. Don’t become a casualty in that war Brett. Do what you are told, stay on Rodeo Drive, drink, party, have fun. If you decide to go against everything you’ve ever done and actually show up here in Biloxi, well I fear you will be just another “what-if” the ICW has to recast. AND CUT, That’s a wrap!
With this last line, Diamond pulls out a Hollywood clapper board, and slams the top down. On it is written the words “Brett Stetson’s Farewell, Final Cut” He tosses it down, looks up to the crowd and throws up his diamond and the cheers become even larger. He motions for them to help themselves and the mob begins, scratching, clawing, and fighting for the stacks and stacks of money laying around on the beach. Diamond is laughing a bit of an evil laugh as he turns and walks back up the beach towards his Hard Rock Hotel. What will happen this Monday when unarguably the top two favorites in ICW clash in the ring? Will Stetson heed Diamond’s warning and stay in Hollywood? How will The Ace of Spades handle being in the same arena as owner, Shawn Rossdale and Bobby Barratt? That and more will be answered live on TNT, this Monday! The camera shot widens one last time, zooming out to see Diamond walking off in the distance, the dogfight of the crowd, and the beautiful waves crashing on the gulf as the scene comes to an end.