Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 19:19:52 GMT -5
Wednesday, July 12th – 4:03 PM
It’s a hot day in Jackson, Mississippi. Our champion, Jack Diamond walks into the Regency Hotel & Conference Center Jackson, frustrated, clearly looking for someone. He walks up to the desk in the front lobby where an attractive receptionist sits; with her midnight black hair pulled up in a pony-tail and deer-in-headlights ice blue eyes. She smiles and greets Diamond, before recognizing him.
Receptionists: Hi, Welcome to Regency. Are you checking in- wait, Jack Diamond? Oh My God! I’m a huge fan! Are you staying here this week?
Diamond: No, I am looking for someone. I need to know what room Shawn Rossdale is staying in.
The woman looks unsure of herself. On one hand, she is sitting in front of her favorite wrestler, who undeniably she has a huge crush on and on the other hand; she just recently landed this job and needs the barely-over-minimum wages to keep her bills paid. Diamond sees the torn look on her face.
Diamond: Don’t worry, I’m not going to barge in there, beat anyone up and make a mess. No, I just need to see him, face to face. It’s time that the coward speaks to me without Negan Barratt and his little baseball bat. It’s time he faces me like a man, all though he isn’t doing much of anything like a man these days.
Receptionist: Ok, I will help. If someone sees you though, it wasn’t me. Give me one moment.
The woman starts keying in a few things from her computer and her eyes light up.
Receptionist: I have it, room 203. Just take the elevator to the second floor and it should be on the left once you get off, right across from the business center.
Diamond: Thank you, write your name down for me and I’ll have you a ticket at will call this Monday.
The woman is giddy, beside herself with joy, as she rips off a piece of paper from her Regency pad and writes her name on it. She adds her phone number and winks at Diamond as she passes it to him. He smiles his million-dollar smile and walks off towards the elevator to find Rossdale. As he gets on the elevator, a young boy, maybe sixteen, gets on to go to his room. He sees Diamond and almost freaks out.
Fan: Holy hell! The Ace of Spades! I am going to Spectacle this Monday but never in a million years would I expect you to be here at this hotel! Can I have your autograph?
Diamond: Sure kid, what’s your name?
Fan: Bobby
Diamond: Bobby? Well, Bobby, I’m sorry you share your name with a pompous ass, but here you go.
Diamond removes the kid’s hat, pulls out a sharpie, signs it and hands it back to him. The kid excitedly stares at it.
Bobby: Thank you so much! I can’t wait to see you smash the Prodigy and Teen Idol Monday!
Diamond: You won’t have to wait long buddy. This Monday I am facing two guys that I have beaten over and over again. They all think they can match up to the Ace but let’s not be ridiculous, no one holds a candle to the greatness that is Jack Diamond. Barratt messed up when he once again stuck his nose in a match that he didn’t belong in. I was well on my way to winning the Ironman title, and then you, little Bobby, and every member of the Diamond Club could have reveled in watching me defend that belt week in and week out. But no, Barratt comes out and costs me the title. Yeah, I won, and was supposed to get a Shooting Star rematch with Barratt this week, but Shawn Rossdale had other plans, yet again screwing me as he did with the title in the first place, the ironman title last week, and even the June Awards. I mean, I held the top two titles just a few weeks ago and I’m not the Wrestler of the Month? Barratt now holds the number one contendership for the world title, MY world title. Well, what he will soon realize is it doesn’t matter who you have backing you, how much money Rossdale hands over, when he steps in the ring with Jack Diamond the results will be as they always are, and that is me standing victorious at the end of the night with my world title in hand!
Diamond gets off the elevator, leaving the kid in awe at the promo he just heard the champ cut. As he walks down the hall, he sees room 203 and knocks on the door. No answer. He knocks again, this time with more force, but the results are the same. Diamond looks down at the threshold and sees a pack of matches with a club name on it, Wonderlust. He picks it up, thinking that Shawn may have dropped them and decides to go see if Shawn is there again tonight.
Wednesday July 12th 10:07PM
The scene picks up outside of a night club with colorful neon lights. Jack immediately laughs to himself as he realizes that Wonderlust is Jackson’s hottest LGBT club. He decides to go in and look for Shawn anyways as you never can be too sure who likes who these days, maybe there is a reason why Shawn isn’t too upset Bobby is with Jenny now? Diamond walks in to a fog-filled room, some wild techno song is blaring throughout the club and men are dancing with men, women with women, the scene is something Jack isn’t used to. He scans the crowd looking for the owner of ICW. Maybe he is here with Barratt? Or he could be working on patching things up with Lucas Rieter. From across the room, Diamond hears a shout.
Voice: Jackie-boy!
Diamond looks over to see fellow ICW superstar, Mad Dog Smith across the bar, shirtless, wearing leather pants and a dickie.
Mad Dog: Jackie-Boy! I know you! I’ve seen a match of yours. At least some of it! You’re a champ. Must not be a great one because I’m not going for THAT title at Sleepaway camp. But still! Pretty good! Good for you!
Diamond walks over and looks around confused, this place is clearly a gay bar and here is one of the boys hanging out and having what appears to be a blast with two guys dressed like Madonna.
Diamond: Dog, what are you doing? This place, are you..?
Mad Dog: Am I having a good time? Absolutely! Look at all the lights, the glitz, the glamour! This place speaks to me.
Diamond: But it’s… Dog, it’s a gay bar.
Mad Dog: Indubitably! The happiest bar in all of Jackson! OOH! AND they make the best Zimaritas! A margarita, made with Zimas. Here you have to try it!
Mad Dog pushes a glass in Diamonds face, a pink swirly straw sticking from it. As it gets close to his lips, Diamond backs away.
Diamond: No, I’m good man. I have to get out of here; this place is nuts… umm nuts everywhere. Anyways, have you seen Rossdale here?
Mad Dog: Shawneypoo? No, but if you see him, tell him he needs to come do karaoke with me! His British accent would complement my dazzling looks and high range vocals!
Diamond: Uh, sure Dog. I guess I’ll see you Monday. Good luck here…
Mad Dog: I don’t need luck, Jackie-boy! I’m good!
Mad Dog grabs a Madonna in each arm and leads them to the dance floor. Diamond turns, completely baffled and heads out through the leather clad crowd towards the exits. He sees the camera and breaks the fourth wall.
Diamond: That is the guy that fights Brett at Sleepaway Camp? That guy is a joke. But you know what, Stetson is a joke too. Brett, don’t think for one moment that teaming up with me at the end of Spectacle Monday makes me respect you more. I don’t. I have beaten your ass every time we’ve gotten in the ring together and you are the one that gets the praise. That ends this coming Monday as I leave you lying, looking up at the lights the same way I leave Bobby. That is if you even show up after getting humiliated with a small package at Sleepaway Camp.
As Diamond exits the club his phone rings. As he looks down at the screen, unfamiliar with the number, he answers it anyways.
Diamond: Hello?
Voice: I know where Shawn and Bobby are.
Diamond: Who is this?
Voice: Meet me at 1207 Fairgrounds Street. I think I can help you out.
The call ends, Diamond looks down confused. Who was on the other end of the call? Where are Shawn and Bobby, and what happens when Diamond finds them, IF he finds them? What did the caller mean by “help”? As Diamond heads to his car, the scene fades out.