Post by Jack Diamond on Apr 24, 2018 19:52:54 GMT -5
Friday, September 1st- 8:12PM
The scene opens as a camera crew steps off an elevator and walks down a third floor hotel corridor. The setting is The Ambassador Tulsa hotel, a few nights before Monday Night Spectacle. The camera gets to the seventh door on the right. It stops, and a hand reaches out to knock.
Jack Diamond swings open the door, wearing a nice Armani suit and dark shades, even though we are indoors and it’s nighttime. He smiles big, surprising for a man who just lost a match this past Monday in which he could have become a double champ once again by holding half of the tag team belts, a match where him and Don White came up just a bit short. Diamond opens the door wide and motions for the camera to come in, as he begins to talk.
Diamond: Welcome, welcome! Come checkout the Ace of Spades crib!
The camera enters and we see the inside of the world champion’s room. Despite the lavishness of the hotel, there still isn’t much going on for the room. Jack points to a little nook to the left of the door, we see a clothes rod with a few suits hanging on it, a safe below it, and a couple suitcases tucked neatly below the suits.
Diamond: This here, this here holds all the keys to making Jack Diamond look oh so damn good! Look at these suits, they look great hanging there so you know they are going to look even better on the world champ. Speaking of which…
Diamond kneels down and enters a quick four digit code into the safe and it beeps three times in confirmation and Jack is able to open the safe, pulling out his ICW World Championship before standing up and draping it over his shoulder.
Diamond: Ah, that’s better. Now over here we have the master bath, look at that shower!
The camera looks over to the bathroom. It’s definitely a big bathroom by hotel standards, but hardly big enough to be considered the “master bath” and of course it’s the only one. There is no tub, just a decent size walk in shower, a double sink and the toilet. Diamond can be heard laughing a bit off camera as the shot pans around. Diamond walks them through the rest of the entry way and they get to the main part of the hotel room, again nice, but nothing you wouldn’t expect to see at a nicer hotel. There is a desk with what looks to be a tower made from playing cards and a flat screen television hanging above it, Sportscenter playing in the background. Under the desk is a mini-fridge.
Diamond: This mini-fridge is stocked with only the best!
Diamond opens the fridge and while we expect him to start showing off bottle of Cristal it is far from the case. Inside the refrigerator is three bottle of water, a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry and in the icebox part of the mini-fridge, a bottle of Kraken black spiced rum. Diamond pulls it out and pours him a glass mixed with a dash of the soda.
Diamond: Unleash the Kraken! This is some good stuff! When I checked in, someone had left a bottle of vodka in there but I threw it out because that stuff is trash. Only pussies drink it.
Diamond takes a swig of his drink and turns towards the king-size bed and holds his arms out.
Diamond: And this is where the magic happens! At least, it will when Dakota gets here later tonight.
Producer: Uh, Mr. Diamond… you know we are only here to ask about your upcoming elimination match at Monday Spectacle just a week before you defend your title against Chaos Kid at Castle of Glass?
Diamond: Wait, so this isn’t MTV Cribs?
The camera shakes side to side as if saying no and Diamond just laughs to himself a hearty laugh. He takes his sunglasses off and tosses them on the bed before shooting daggers into the camera.
Diamond: Well why didn’t you say something sooner? Man, seeing everyone show their houses off here lately in the ICW I just assumed that was what we were doing now. Sure, Diamond has a huge house in the hills of the Great Smokey Mountains that I could show off and tout all that I have, but instead I am on the road seven days a week busting my ass for this company while all these other so-called “stars” go home and try to play who has the biggest, best, whatever. I am here, week after week, city after city training hard and putting it all out there in that ring and that is why I carry around this belt and that is why no one has been able, or WILL be able to remove this belt from yours truly. So, did you really came all this way to ask me what I thought about my next two matches?
The camera now nods up and down, as Jack takes another sip of his drink, walks over to the window and looks out across the Tulsa night.
Diamond: Eight men. Elimination match. A week before I have to defend my belt. Hmm. It sounds like our idiot boss, Rieter, is butt hurt that I did fully join him to do his dirty work for him, leaving him to unfortunately have to ask Duke Kosloff to be his muscle. How pathetic.
Diamond stops and rubs his jaw a bit, an intensity building in his eyes.
Diamond: Lucas Rieter, you weasel of a man, last week when you had that big ogre hold me down and you ran in and punted me in the side of the head, you have to know that you started a fire that would even make your overgrown slave jealous. You think that because Duke Kosloff is over seven feet tall that he can stand in the way of me doing what I’ve always down and that is the right thing for ICW? And Lucas, the right thing IS NOT you in charge of ICW. I will fight until my last gasping breath to make sure you get what is coming to you, you can bet on that.
Diamond, clearly agitated now moves his hand from his jaw to the back of his head. Still tender to the touch he grimaces a bit.
Diamond: For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted. I don’t plan to be the prey ever again. I know one “hunter” that better be listening very close. Sebastian Steele, you deranged after-school-special gone wrong, you think you can just run through the crowd whenever you please and attack the world champion? You’ve got some screws, or staples, loose in that head of yours Steele. You better bring your brass knuckles this Monday, your magical mask, and all the drugs your heart desires because you will never every bit of it for the hell I plan to put you through.
Diamond moves from the window and over to the bed where he picks up a promotional flyer for the upcoming Spectacle here in Tulsa. In the left hand corner there is an image of Maverick. He just stares down at it and shakes his head.
Diamond: Maverick, Goose, Iceman, Viper… whoever the hell you are… you wanted to be in the big leagues son, where here is your chance. You have spouted off the mouth time and time again that you think you deserve to be in the same ring as Jack Diamond, well that day is finally here and you will reap what you sow. And Chaos Kid…
Diamond thumps the image of Chaos Kid on the flyer, before ripping it up into several pieces and throwing it on the floor.
Diamond: Kid, I have a lot of respect for you. Hell, one of the main reasons I even got involved with that Fireborn Connection stuff was because even though I didn’t trust Lucas or Duke, I knew you were a stand-up guy and thought we could balance the ignorance that is “The Prospering One’s.” Through all the bullshit last week, you managed to win two matches in which many people didn’t even think you belonged in. To that, I tip my hat to you sir. But that respect for you ends in a little over a week when you enter my house. The ICW ring. You seriously think you are ready to go against the Ace in a one on one match for MY world title? I foresee a lot of trips to your quiet place after that match to vent your frustrations. Heed my warning though Kid, stay out of my way Monday night or you may not make it back across the pond to face me at Castle of Glass.
Diamond loosens his tie and picks his drink back up for another sip before turning to the camera one last time.
Diamond: As for my team, there is no love lost between any of us. My greatest rival Bobby Barratt stands in my corner when the truth is we can’t be in the same room as each other before we start throwing fists. The wannabe wrestler Bret Stetson will also be taking up space but he can just stand there and do what he does best, ACT like he belongs. The wildcard of the night may be this Joe Carroll and his goons. I may let him teach whatever lesson he intends on teaching Mr. Top Gun, but he better not overstep his boundaries as this old dog won’t be taught any new tricks. These may be my partners this week, but in actuality they are my true opponents. I have to outlast them all and eliminate the four boneheads across the ring from me to win this match. I don’t care about the tag team belts, and I sure as hell am not keen on teaming with Maverick or Steel, but my pride won’t allow me to go out there and do anything but be the best in the world.
Diamond walks over to the desks and stares down at the playing cards. As the camera zooms in we see that it is indeed a house of cards. All stacked carefully, it really is a thing of beauty. Diamond focuses on it and the camera zooms in even closer and on each card there is a name of an ICW member. On one of the bottom corners is a card that reads “Shawn Rossdale” and standing up from it is a “Lucas Rieter” card. Throughout the cards all the members of ICW past and present are displayed and at the very top, a single card carefully balances by itself, “Jack Diamond.”
Diamond: You see, when Shawn and Lucas created ICW, they really built a house of cards. The success was really reliant on how much work they put into it. Lucas thinks now that a big piece of that picture is gone it is still business as usual?
Diamond reaches down and places his middle finger on the Rossdale card, and slides it out quickly. At first, nothing happens. Then the Rieter card beings to shake a bit, under the pressure of all the other cards without the Rossdale card there to offer support. All of the cards then collapse with two standing on the pile, propped up against each other in an A-shape. The camera zooms in on the one it can see: “Jack Diamond.”
Diamond: When the house of cards fall, I will be about all that’s left standing, much like I’ll be doing this Monday night.
Diamond laughs a bit to himself as the camera zooms in a little closer on the Ace of Spades card that is left standing with Diamonds name on it. The scene comes to an end.
The scene opens as a camera crew steps off an elevator and walks down a third floor hotel corridor. The setting is The Ambassador Tulsa hotel, a few nights before Monday Night Spectacle. The camera gets to the seventh door on the right. It stops, and a hand reaches out to knock.
Jack Diamond swings open the door, wearing a nice Armani suit and dark shades, even though we are indoors and it’s nighttime. He smiles big, surprising for a man who just lost a match this past Monday in which he could have become a double champ once again by holding half of the tag team belts, a match where him and Don White came up just a bit short. Diamond opens the door wide and motions for the camera to come in, as he begins to talk.
Diamond: Welcome, welcome! Come checkout the Ace of Spades crib!
The camera enters and we see the inside of the world champion’s room. Despite the lavishness of the hotel, there still isn’t much going on for the room. Jack points to a little nook to the left of the door, we see a clothes rod with a few suits hanging on it, a safe below it, and a couple suitcases tucked neatly below the suits.
Diamond: This here, this here holds all the keys to making Jack Diamond look oh so damn good! Look at these suits, they look great hanging there so you know they are going to look even better on the world champ. Speaking of which…
Diamond kneels down and enters a quick four digit code into the safe and it beeps three times in confirmation and Jack is able to open the safe, pulling out his ICW World Championship before standing up and draping it over his shoulder.
Diamond: Ah, that’s better. Now over here we have the master bath, look at that shower!
The camera looks over to the bathroom. It’s definitely a big bathroom by hotel standards, but hardly big enough to be considered the “master bath” and of course it’s the only one. There is no tub, just a decent size walk in shower, a double sink and the toilet. Diamond can be heard laughing a bit off camera as the shot pans around. Diamond walks them through the rest of the entry way and they get to the main part of the hotel room, again nice, but nothing you wouldn’t expect to see at a nicer hotel. There is a desk with what looks to be a tower made from playing cards and a flat screen television hanging above it, Sportscenter playing in the background. Under the desk is a mini-fridge.
Diamond: This mini-fridge is stocked with only the best!
Diamond opens the fridge and while we expect him to start showing off bottle of Cristal it is far from the case. Inside the refrigerator is three bottle of water, a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry and in the icebox part of the mini-fridge, a bottle of Kraken black spiced rum. Diamond pulls it out and pours him a glass mixed with a dash of the soda.
Diamond: Unleash the Kraken! This is some good stuff! When I checked in, someone had left a bottle of vodka in there but I threw it out because that stuff is trash. Only pussies drink it.
Diamond takes a swig of his drink and turns towards the king-size bed and holds his arms out.
Diamond: And this is where the magic happens! At least, it will when Dakota gets here later tonight.
Producer: Uh, Mr. Diamond… you know we are only here to ask about your upcoming elimination match at Monday Spectacle just a week before you defend your title against Chaos Kid at Castle of Glass?
Diamond: Wait, so this isn’t MTV Cribs?
The camera shakes side to side as if saying no and Diamond just laughs to himself a hearty laugh. He takes his sunglasses off and tosses them on the bed before shooting daggers into the camera.
Diamond: Well why didn’t you say something sooner? Man, seeing everyone show their houses off here lately in the ICW I just assumed that was what we were doing now. Sure, Diamond has a huge house in the hills of the Great Smokey Mountains that I could show off and tout all that I have, but instead I am on the road seven days a week busting my ass for this company while all these other so-called “stars” go home and try to play who has the biggest, best, whatever. I am here, week after week, city after city training hard and putting it all out there in that ring and that is why I carry around this belt and that is why no one has been able, or WILL be able to remove this belt from yours truly. So, did you really came all this way to ask me what I thought about my next two matches?
The camera now nods up and down, as Jack takes another sip of his drink, walks over to the window and looks out across the Tulsa night.
Diamond: Eight men. Elimination match. A week before I have to defend my belt. Hmm. It sounds like our idiot boss, Rieter, is butt hurt that I did fully join him to do his dirty work for him, leaving him to unfortunately have to ask Duke Kosloff to be his muscle. How pathetic.
Diamond stops and rubs his jaw a bit, an intensity building in his eyes.
Diamond: Lucas Rieter, you weasel of a man, last week when you had that big ogre hold me down and you ran in and punted me in the side of the head, you have to know that you started a fire that would even make your overgrown slave jealous. You think that because Duke Kosloff is over seven feet tall that he can stand in the way of me doing what I’ve always down and that is the right thing for ICW? And Lucas, the right thing IS NOT you in charge of ICW. I will fight until my last gasping breath to make sure you get what is coming to you, you can bet on that.
Diamond, clearly agitated now moves his hand from his jaw to the back of his head. Still tender to the touch he grimaces a bit.
Diamond: For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted. I don’t plan to be the prey ever again. I know one “hunter” that better be listening very close. Sebastian Steele, you deranged after-school-special gone wrong, you think you can just run through the crowd whenever you please and attack the world champion? You’ve got some screws, or staples, loose in that head of yours Steele. You better bring your brass knuckles this Monday, your magical mask, and all the drugs your heart desires because you will never every bit of it for the hell I plan to put you through.
Diamond moves from the window and over to the bed where he picks up a promotional flyer for the upcoming Spectacle here in Tulsa. In the left hand corner there is an image of Maverick. He just stares down at it and shakes his head.
Diamond: Maverick, Goose, Iceman, Viper… whoever the hell you are… you wanted to be in the big leagues son, where here is your chance. You have spouted off the mouth time and time again that you think you deserve to be in the same ring as Jack Diamond, well that day is finally here and you will reap what you sow. And Chaos Kid…
Diamond thumps the image of Chaos Kid on the flyer, before ripping it up into several pieces and throwing it on the floor.
Diamond: Kid, I have a lot of respect for you. Hell, one of the main reasons I even got involved with that Fireborn Connection stuff was because even though I didn’t trust Lucas or Duke, I knew you were a stand-up guy and thought we could balance the ignorance that is “The Prospering One’s.” Through all the bullshit last week, you managed to win two matches in which many people didn’t even think you belonged in. To that, I tip my hat to you sir. But that respect for you ends in a little over a week when you enter my house. The ICW ring. You seriously think you are ready to go against the Ace in a one on one match for MY world title? I foresee a lot of trips to your quiet place after that match to vent your frustrations. Heed my warning though Kid, stay out of my way Monday night or you may not make it back across the pond to face me at Castle of Glass.
Diamond loosens his tie and picks his drink back up for another sip before turning to the camera one last time.
Diamond: As for my team, there is no love lost between any of us. My greatest rival Bobby Barratt stands in my corner when the truth is we can’t be in the same room as each other before we start throwing fists. The wannabe wrestler Bret Stetson will also be taking up space but he can just stand there and do what he does best, ACT like he belongs. The wildcard of the night may be this Joe Carroll and his goons. I may let him teach whatever lesson he intends on teaching Mr. Top Gun, but he better not overstep his boundaries as this old dog won’t be taught any new tricks. These may be my partners this week, but in actuality they are my true opponents. I have to outlast them all and eliminate the four boneheads across the ring from me to win this match. I don’t care about the tag team belts, and I sure as hell am not keen on teaming with Maverick or Steel, but my pride won’t allow me to go out there and do anything but be the best in the world.
Diamond walks over to the desks and stares down at the playing cards. As the camera zooms in we see that it is indeed a house of cards. All stacked carefully, it really is a thing of beauty. Diamond focuses on it and the camera zooms in even closer and on each card there is a name of an ICW member. On one of the bottom corners is a card that reads “Shawn Rossdale” and standing up from it is a “Lucas Rieter” card. Throughout the cards all the members of ICW past and present are displayed and at the very top, a single card carefully balances by itself, “Jack Diamond.”
Diamond: You see, when Shawn and Lucas created ICW, they really built a house of cards. The success was really reliant on how much work they put into it. Lucas thinks now that a big piece of that picture is gone it is still business as usual?
Diamond reaches down and places his middle finger on the Rossdale card, and slides it out quickly. At first, nothing happens. Then the Rieter card beings to shake a bit, under the pressure of all the other cards without the Rossdale card there to offer support. All of the cards then collapse with two standing on the pile, propped up against each other in an A-shape. The camera zooms in on the one it can see: “Jack Diamond.”
Diamond: When the house of cards fall, I will be about all that’s left standing, much like I’ll be doing this Monday night.
Diamond laughs a bit to himself as the camera zooms in a little closer on the Ace of Spades card that is left standing with Diamonds name on it. The scene comes to an end.