Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 19:32:22 GMT -5
Friday, July 21st – 4:23 AM
Dakota: Who was that?
Jack Diamond, sitting up in the king size bed in the cabin that he and Dakota are sharing this week, turns on the bedside table. The light pierces the dark morning as he and Dakota both squint from the sudden change. Diamond glances back to Dakota with a look of annoyance from being jolted awake by the phone call. She is clearly groggy, but in a weird way Diamond realizes he has never seen anything more beautiful and he lets out a little grin before standing up and getting dressed.
Diamond: Rieter. He sounded frantic, something is happening at the Cajundome and he said he needed me there. I heard sirens in the background, I think we should go check it out.
Dakota: It is 4:30 in the morning!
Diamond: I know. I was getting ready to get up for my run anyways. I’m sorry it woke you.
Dakota: What is going on? Why does he need you there?
Diamond: He didn’t say, clearly he was upset about something and through the accent and fast talking I didn’t get much other than wanting me there. Do you want to go with me?
Dakota: Well, of course I do. I want to know what the heck he thought was so important that he had to call you this early.
Diamond: Maybe Mad Dog has been arrested for public indecency and he is wanting to tell me the match is off?
Dakota: Ha, I could see that… they say the only crowd that is out this time of the morning are freaks. If the shoe fits…
Diamond: We better go
Dakota: Oh, grab that letter you got. Maybe Lucas can explain what in the world that is.
Diamond reaches over next to the alarm clock and picks up a manila envelope. On the front of the small package, it reads simply, “Jackie-Boy” in some type of sparkling pink marker. Jack just shakes his head and puts it in his back pocket before grabbing the keys to the rental car. Dakota, wearing her tight black leggings and red tank top, heads out of the room as Diamond follows. They lock up the cabin and get into the rented Land Rover before pulling out and heading towards Highway 10 and Lafayette.
Friday, July 21st – 4:57 AM
Diamond pulls into the parking lot of the Cajundome, the site of this coming Monday’s Spectacle where he has a match against flamboyant recent arrival, Mad Dog Smith. Although the morning is still early and the sun won’t touch the Louisiana day for another thirty minutes or so, the lot is anything but dark. Fire trucks and police cars paint the dusky sky a dazzling flash of reds and blues. The air, thick with smoke and the stench of burnt metal and rubber, is humid in the early morning.
The Land Rover comes to a stop about fifty yards back from the blazing van where the local fire department are trying their best to contain the flames. Lucas Rieter is talking to the fire chief and Sheriff, visibly upset as Diamond and Dakota get out of the SUV. As Diamond approaches he can hear the end of the conversation.
Fire Chief: It is definitely arson, a heavy amount of accelerant was used. We will know more once we get this shit contained. There appears to be remnants of a flag on the hood.
Sheriff: Do you have any idea who may have done this? From what I’m told you were inside the building when the fire started. Did you see or hear anything?
Rieter: Like I told your deputy over there, I didn’t see anything, mate. I was setting up my office for a show this Monday and when I came out the damn thing was roaring something fierce.
Sheriff: Well, if you remember anything, let us know. We will investigate more once we can approach the vehicle, wait who is this?
Diamond approaches as the sheriff shines his flashlight in that direction, hand moving to his holster.
Rieter: It’s okay, he is one of my employees, and I asked him to come help me. You know, on account of being extremely shaken. Bloody hell man.
The sheriff pats Rieter on the shoulder, trying to get him to settle down. He turns and walks over to his deputy and the fire chief as the flames slowly start getting under control. Jack, apprehensive as hell after walking up on this insane scene, walks over to Rieter, Dakota a few steps behind.
Diamond: What the hell is this man?
Rieter: Someone fucking sending a message, it has to be. I mean Fire? Fireborn Connection… It has to be linked.
Diamond: Bobby?
Rieter: It has to be, the fucking twat. Shawn sent me a text and skived setting up the backstage. Asked me to do it this morning. I fell for it, mate. I fucking fell for it.
Diamond: Why would Shawn have someone set a fire outside of the building we are running Monday? Isn’t that bad for business?
Rieter: He isn’t thinking clearly, Jack. I know my friend is in that shell of a man somewhere, but the Bobby and Jenny stuff really did a number on his head, he’s bent as a nine-bob note.
Diamond: If he did this, he’s no friend. That ship has sailed…
Rieter: They have to be stopped. That’s why I called you here. This… this shite has to end. I need your help, join us. Duke and Chaos want to right the wrongs. Together all of us can put an end to the mayhem.
Diamond: Look, Luke, I want to destroy Shawn and Bobby as much as you do. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told your buddy Shawn when he came to me… I am all for enforcing the right things around ICW but I will not conform to what others want me to be. I am my own man. I don’t need you, the Fireborn Connection, or anything you have to offer. I will watch your back if you want me to, but it’s less messy this way.
Rieter: You should think it over more. The four of us can really queer Shawn’s pitch to make a mockery of this company.
Diamond: I don’t know, everyone already is gunning for me since I am the champion. Anyways, speaking of queer… I got this letter, was hoping you could tell me what the hell it was.
Diamond reaches in his back pocket and pulls out the envelope as glitter shimmers to the ground in the waning light of the flames. Lucas takes the letter out and reads it aloud:
For the first time this morning, Lucas looks a little amused, and actually has to stifle a chuckle.
Rieter: Wrestling with Love. That is some crazy reality show that Mad Dog approached us about when he signed his contract. Apparently it was picked up by VH1.
Diamond: And why the hell am I getting an invitation form Dog? He does realize we are fighting this Monday right? Speaking of, why the hell did you book him and me?
Rieter: He does know, and he asked for the match. Apparently you are the only one in the locker room he respects, he almost looks at you as a big brother type, told me as much.
Diamond: He looks up to me? The fruitcake tried to push his girly drink in my face the other day. Had I not had other things on my mind, I would have left him lying on that floor staring up at the disco balls.
Rieter: Yeah, he’s a little outlandish isn’t he? He does though, although he is also admittedly very jealous of you. He wants the adoration from the people that you receive and he wants to earn your respect or something by having a hard fought, clean match. Even said something about closed fists, clean breaks, and so on. That’s part of the reason I made this match no interference.
Diamond: So he wants to get his ass kicked by me so that my fans might cheer for him a bit? This sounds ridiculous. Then, he wants me to come see his show?
Rieter: Not see it, be a part of it mate. He is trying to drum up some special guests to do judging or something. The premise is a dating show, he will pick some lucky girl to marry or something and wants judges to help pick the lady.
Diamond: Girls? Are we talking about the same Mad Dog?
Rieter: That’s what he wants. He plans on proving to the world just how heterosexual he is.
Diamond: Is anyone going to put their foot down and call this man out on his BS? He is as straight as Barratt is a champion. It’s all a show. Walking around and saying you ARE something doesn’t make it true, especially when you have a male Madonna on each arm.
Rieter: I don’t know Jack. The execs at Vh1 obviously feel we are on to something and it could be some really good exposure for ICW. I think you should do it, just like I think you should join Fireborn.
Diamond: Whatever man, the only thing I’m focusing on right now is walking into that building there in three days and notching another W. Whether it is Mad Dog, Sad Dog, or Cat-Dog, he will be put down this week. If he wants a clean match, fine. If he wants to bask in the glory that is Jack Diamond in that ring, fine. After I am done with him in the match, then I will worry about his little gameshow. Someone needs to be there to stop the train-wreck, so we shall see. As far as you and the Fireborn Connection, I will see you guys Monday but I’m warning you Lucas, you think Bobby causes destruction around here? Cross me and you will find out exactly what Jack Diamond is all about.
Rieter: I’m not looking to cross you, I’m just gutted over this Shawn and Bobby stuff and want it to end.
Diamond: Oh, it will end. Midsummer Night’s Massacre will be just that for our little shooting star chump. I promise you that.
Sheriff: Mr. Rieter! Please come over, we have just pulled what looks to be the remains of a soviet flag from the hood. Maybe you can give us some information on what it could mean?
Rieter: For fucks sake, let me go handle this. Just think about what all I’ve said…oh, Dog wanted me to give you his promotional picture for the show…
With that, Rieter hands Jack a folder and turns to head towards the charred remains of the van, clearly nervous about the discovery of a Soviet flag. He hopes they don’t try to tie this to Duke. It wasn’t Duke was it? Jack just shakes his head and opens the folder. Dakota walks over to him and looks down at the contents and busts out laughing at the poster:
Jack looks at Dakota with a “why me?” look on his face and lets the majestic photo fall to the ground. Jack has much to think about ahead of his match with Mad Dog Smith. Will he join the Fireborn Connection? Can he work with Duke, Chaos and Rieter enough to put an end to the destructive path Bobby Barratt and Shawn Rossdale have set? What will the stipulation of his match at Midsummer Night’s Massacre be? Lastly, just what the hell is this Wrestling with Love all about and why does Mad Dog want his opponent to be a part of it?
And Girls??? Come on…
Diamond throws his arm over Dakotas shoulder and leads her back to the car, the scene ends.
Dakota: Who was that?
Jack Diamond, sitting up in the king size bed in the cabin that he and Dakota are sharing this week, turns on the bedside table. The light pierces the dark morning as he and Dakota both squint from the sudden change. Diamond glances back to Dakota with a look of annoyance from being jolted awake by the phone call. She is clearly groggy, but in a weird way Diamond realizes he has never seen anything more beautiful and he lets out a little grin before standing up and getting dressed.
Diamond: Rieter. He sounded frantic, something is happening at the Cajundome and he said he needed me there. I heard sirens in the background, I think we should go check it out.
Dakota: It is 4:30 in the morning!
Diamond: I know. I was getting ready to get up for my run anyways. I’m sorry it woke you.
Dakota: What is going on? Why does he need you there?
Diamond: He didn’t say, clearly he was upset about something and through the accent and fast talking I didn’t get much other than wanting me there. Do you want to go with me?
Dakota: Well, of course I do. I want to know what the heck he thought was so important that he had to call you this early.
Diamond: Maybe Mad Dog has been arrested for public indecency and he is wanting to tell me the match is off?
Dakota: Ha, I could see that… they say the only crowd that is out this time of the morning are freaks. If the shoe fits…
Diamond: We better go
Dakota: Oh, grab that letter you got. Maybe Lucas can explain what in the world that is.
Diamond reaches over next to the alarm clock and picks up a manila envelope. On the front of the small package, it reads simply, “Jackie-Boy” in some type of sparkling pink marker. Jack just shakes his head and puts it in his back pocket before grabbing the keys to the rental car. Dakota, wearing her tight black leggings and red tank top, heads out of the room as Diamond follows. They lock up the cabin and get into the rented Land Rover before pulling out and heading towards Highway 10 and Lafayette.
Friday, July 21st – 4:57 AM
Diamond pulls into the parking lot of the Cajundome, the site of this coming Monday’s Spectacle where he has a match against flamboyant recent arrival, Mad Dog Smith. Although the morning is still early and the sun won’t touch the Louisiana day for another thirty minutes or so, the lot is anything but dark. Fire trucks and police cars paint the dusky sky a dazzling flash of reds and blues. The air, thick with smoke and the stench of burnt metal and rubber, is humid in the early morning.
The Land Rover comes to a stop about fifty yards back from the blazing van where the local fire department are trying their best to contain the flames. Lucas Rieter is talking to the fire chief and Sheriff, visibly upset as Diamond and Dakota get out of the SUV. As Diamond approaches he can hear the end of the conversation.
Fire Chief: It is definitely arson, a heavy amount of accelerant was used. We will know more once we get this shit contained. There appears to be remnants of a flag on the hood.
Sheriff: Do you have any idea who may have done this? From what I’m told you were inside the building when the fire started. Did you see or hear anything?
Rieter: Like I told your deputy over there, I didn’t see anything, mate. I was setting up my office for a show this Monday and when I came out the damn thing was roaring something fierce.
Sheriff: Well, if you remember anything, let us know. We will investigate more once we can approach the vehicle, wait who is this?
Diamond approaches as the sheriff shines his flashlight in that direction, hand moving to his holster.
Rieter: It’s okay, he is one of my employees, and I asked him to come help me. You know, on account of being extremely shaken. Bloody hell man.
The sheriff pats Rieter on the shoulder, trying to get him to settle down. He turns and walks over to his deputy and the fire chief as the flames slowly start getting under control. Jack, apprehensive as hell after walking up on this insane scene, walks over to Rieter, Dakota a few steps behind.
Diamond: What the hell is this man?
Rieter: Someone fucking sending a message, it has to be. I mean Fire? Fireborn Connection… It has to be linked.
Diamond: Bobby?
Rieter: It has to be, the fucking twat. Shawn sent me a text and skived setting up the backstage. Asked me to do it this morning. I fell for it, mate. I fucking fell for it.
Diamond: Why would Shawn have someone set a fire outside of the building we are running Monday? Isn’t that bad for business?
Rieter: He isn’t thinking clearly, Jack. I know my friend is in that shell of a man somewhere, but the Bobby and Jenny stuff really did a number on his head, he’s bent as a nine-bob note.
Diamond: If he did this, he’s no friend. That ship has sailed…
Rieter: They have to be stopped. That’s why I called you here. This… this shite has to end. I need your help, join us. Duke and Chaos want to right the wrongs. Together all of us can put an end to the mayhem.
Diamond: Look, Luke, I want to destroy Shawn and Bobby as much as you do. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told your buddy Shawn when he came to me… I am all for enforcing the right things around ICW but I will not conform to what others want me to be. I am my own man. I don’t need you, the Fireborn Connection, or anything you have to offer. I will watch your back if you want me to, but it’s less messy this way.
Rieter: You should think it over more. The four of us can really queer Shawn’s pitch to make a mockery of this company.
Diamond: I don’t know, everyone already is gunning for me since I am the champion. Anyways, speaking of queer… I got this letter, was hoping you could tell me what the hell it was.
Diamond reaches in his back pocket and pulls out the envelope as glitter shimmers to the ground in the waning light of the flames. Lucas takes the letter out and reads it aloud:
Jackie-Boy!
You have been cordially invited to the most bitchtastic bitchiness you’ve ever seen!
Wrestling With Love!
Be There or Be Squared!
XOXO
MDS
For the first time this morning, Lucas looks a little amused, and actually has to stifle a chuckle.
Rieter: Wrestling with Love. That is some crazy reality show that Mad Dog approached us about when he signed his contract. Apparently it was picked up by VH1.
Diamond: And why the hell am I getting an invitation form Dog? He does realize we are fighting this Monday right? Speaking of, why the hell did you book him and me?
Rieter: He does know, and he asked for the match. Apparently you are the only one in the locker room he respects, he almost looks at you as a big brother type, told me as much.
Diamond: He looks up to me? The fruitcake tried to push his girly drink in my face the other day. Had I not had other things on my mind, I would have left him lying on that floor staring up at the disco balls.
Rieter: Yeah, he’s a little outlandish isn’t he? He does though, although he is also admittedly very jealous of you. He wants the adoration from the people that you receive and he wants to earn your respect or something by having a hard fought, clean match. Even said something about closed fists, clean breaks, and so on. That’s part of the reason I made this match no interference.
Diamond: So he wants to get his ass kicked by me so that my fans might cheer for him a bit? This sounds ridiculous. Then, he wants me to come see his show?
Rieter: Not see it, be a part of it mate. He is trying to drum up some special guests to do judging or something. The premise is a dating show, he will pick some lucky girl to marry or something and wants judges to help pick the lady.
Diamond: Girls? Are we talking about the same Mad Dog?
Rieter: That’s what he wants. He plans on proving to the world just how heterosexual he is.
Diamond: Is anyone going to put their foot down and call this man out on his BS? He is as straight as Barratt is a champion. It’s all a show. Walking around and saying you ARE something doesn’t make it true, especially when you have a male Madonna on each arm.
Rieter: I don’t know Jack. The execs at Vh1 obviously feel we are on to something and it could be some really good exposure for ICW. I think you should do it, just like I think you should join Fireborn.
Diamond: Whatever man, the only thing I’m focusing on right now is walking into that building there in three days and notching another W. Whether it is Mad Dog, Sad Dog, or Cat-Dog, he will be put down this week. If he wants a clean match, fine. If he wants to bask in the glory that is Jack Diamond in that ring, fine. After I am done with him in the match, then I will worry about his little gameshow. Someone needs to be there to stop the train-wreck, so we shall see. As far as you and the Fireborn Connection, I will see you guys Monday but I’m warning you Lucas, you think Bobby causes destruction around here? Cross me and you will find out exactly what Jack Diamond is all about.
Rieter: I’m not looking to cross you, I’m just gutted over this Shawn and Bobby stuff and want it to end.
Diamond: Oh, it will end. Midsummer Night’s Massacre will be just that for our little shooting star chump. I promise you that.
Sheriff: Mr. Rieter! Please come over, we have just pulled what looks to be the remains of a soviet flag from the hood. Maybe you can give us some information on what it could mean?
Rieter: For fucks sake, let me go handle this. Just think about what all I’ve said…oh, Dog wanted me to give you his promotional picture for the show…
With that, Rieter hands Jack a folder and turns to head towards the charred remains of the van, clearly nervous about the discovery of a Soviet flag. He hopes they don’t try to tie this to Duke. It wasn’t Duke was it? Jack just shakes his head and opens the folder. Dakota walks over to him and looks down at the contents and busts out laughing at the poster:
Jack looks at Dakota with a “why me?” look on his face and lets the majestic photo fall to the ground. Jack has much to think about ahead of his match with Mad Dog Smith. Will he join the Fireborn Connection? Can he work with Duke, Chaos and Rieter enough to put an end to the destructive path Bobby Barratt and Shawn Rossdale have set? What will the stipulation of his match at Midsummer Night’s Massacre be? Lastly, just what the hell is this Wrestling with Love all about and why does Mad Dog want his opponent to be a part of it?
And Girls??? Come on…
Diamond throws his arm over Dakotas shoulder and leads her back to the car, the scene ends.