The XHF Legend Killer [NoC X*Crown RP #3]
Jul 14, 2018 20:50:01 GMT -5
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Post by Jack Diamond on Jul 14, 2018 20:50:01 GMT -5
July 13th 2018
Fort Wayne, Indiana
11:46PM
The scene opens up inside a small locker room that flanks the North Side High School gym. Prestige 19 is in the books, the crowd has left the building to do whatever it is someone in Fort Wayne may do on a Friday night. The XHF Cameras, however, are still rolling and why wouldn't they be with the biggest show in it's revival to date approaching quickly. Inside the dimly lit room, Jack Diamond sits along in a steel chair, un-taping his wrists and tossing it into his bag. Bobby Barratt and Maverick have left the building after their ring time following the main event. Jack stayed behind, with his looming match at Night of Champions weighing heavily on his mind. That is his focus now. Winning back those belts. Nothing really matters in this moment. Not the Icons. Not his Diamond Lounge. Not even the CEO of the AWF, or especially not, Felix Ziko. Diamond reaches down to unlace his boots and as he pulls each one off, he looks up at the camera, a look that we haven't seen in Diamond's usual "full of himself" face. He sighs
Diamond: When will they learn?
The camera zooms in closer and Diamond cuts a glare right through the lens. He knows that XHF is streaming this on the Network for all those who tuned in to watch Prestige 19 to see. He's used to the cameras being there and wouldn't normally think twice about it, but tonight it is clear that he was waiting for them.
Diamond: Just because I slipped up and lost the X*Crown championship, people mistook that as a sign of weakness. A sign that Jack Diamond doesn't belong in the upper echelon when it comes to those who came before me and those who will come after me in the XHF. The listen to my words and think it's all talk. That I am just a conceited prick who doesn't know my place. That with my size, I will never be able to stand atop the mountain.
A brief hint of a smile curls in the corner of Diamond's lips, but his eyes don't lose an ounce of intensity as he slowly inhales and exhales through his nose.
Diamond: I hear the same stuff over and over. That I need the Icons for this, that I need the Icons for that. It never has and never will be like that. Each one of us know how to handle our own. Do we run together? Watch each other's backs? Sure. But we don't NEED each other. Keep thinking that though, because one you get us alone in that ring and think you have it all mapped out because the rest of the Icons are gone... well, that's when the rug gets pulled out from under you and you realize you are in way over your head.
Diamond pulls a white towel from his bag and drapes it around his neck. He removes his elbow pads and tosses each one in the duffel.
Diamond: Michael Storm sure though that. He went into our match at Clash of the Icons, just knowing he had an easy path to the X*Crown. What happened? You can sit there and say all you want that he won the match. That he successfully won the championship that he has chased all these years in XHF. Did he really though? Yeah, Jack Diamond got counted down for a three count but where is the titles around Michael Storm's waist? I'll answer that for you, there isn't any! The only thing around his waist right now is a loose fitting hospital gown as he clings on for his life. I tried to tell the Storm and I tried to tell the whole entire XHF universe that Michael should not show up at Clash of the Icons. That I wouldn't be responsible for the damage it causes him. What happened? He ignored my pleas, he showed up for the match and no he may never make it out of that bed he lies in.
Diamond shakes his head from side to side slowly as if in disgust, or disbelief that no one would take his pleas to Storm seriously. He slowly reaches up and rubs the back of his neck before looking right back into the camera.
Diamond: Felix Ziko would have you to believe it was all my fault. That I am what is wrong with AWF. It's easy for him to sit in his office and tell that lie. Tell the people that your own inequities aren't to blame. You had to take it a notch further though, didn't you Felix? The upstanding former wrestler, turned CEO, was going to save the day! Put an end to Jack Diamond's path of destruction. You inserted yourself into my match tonight thinking it was going to be a cake walk. Nevermind the fact that your wrestling days are long gone, no... you thought you could make a name for yourself. Tell me, how well did that work out for you Felix?
Diamond leans in and cups his right hand around his ear like he's trying to hard to hear what is being said...
Diamond: What's that? Oh, you can't speak? That's because they have carted your big ass off to some local medical facility to get you some more oxygen since your overgrown ass sucked what was in that tank dry. You were out of your league Felix, thinking you could get in Diamond's ring and be anything more than a fucking joke. I damn near crushed your windpipe. It's hard to tell if you couldn't breath because of that or just because of you being a fatass, but once again it is a case of someone not listening to what I had to say. Someone thinking they were above Jack Diamond.
Diamond stands up from his chair and walks to the small locker where his suit hands. He dusts it off and grabs a few items out of his bag to get himself cleaned up before leaving the high school gym.
Diamond: It's making me think there is something about these XHF Legends of old. The Michael Storms and the Felix Zikos of the world... they are all ignorant to who really runs this business these days. You guys may have been something special back then, but when you run head on into the Icons... you learn your place really damn quick. As for you two fumbling idiots, your legacys have been laid to rest.
Diamond smiles again, this time full on. It's not a happy smile though, one more sadistic in nature. He starts pacing the back and forth in front of the small bench. As he walks he turns towards the camera.
Diamond: Legacies huh? I've been called a lot of things in my career. The Alpha, The Lone Wolf, The Ace of Spades, an Icon, a World Champion... an x*Crown champion.... A legend killer is not one I ever would have thought would come up. As you all know, I love this business. I am a student of the game, always, watching everything I can get my hands on and studying it so that I can get better than those before me. I have a lot of respect for the industry and the legends that paved the wave....
Diamond stops pacing halfway down the bend and turns to face the camera head on.
Diamond: But when those legends try to push me out. When those legends think they are more special that what I possess? That's when I have a problem. That's when I become a legend killer. Jack Fucking Diamond... XHF Legend Killer! I'm sick of playing games. You want me to come out and say it? Fine! I did it! I killed Michael Storm! Maybe not in a flatliner sense, yet anyways, but I killed his hopes and dreams of being anything in this business ever again. In his vegetative state right now, he would probably even tell you that Jack Diamond is the better man. I proved it again tonight when my boss tried to "shut me up" and all that ended up happening is hopefully a crushed larynx so we never have to hear from that seven foot pile of shit again. Two seperate XHF Legends, dead in one way or another, all at the hands of Jack Diamond.
The pacing continues, Diamond clearly agitated about things, but at the same time he carries himself with a confidence that we are all to familiar with, especially with him entering such a big match.
Diamond: Night of Champions. I am going into one of those four rings and seven other people stand in my way. Some of them I am not familiar with, others I may have had run ins with here or there whether it was face to face or through social media. Yet others, at least two of them, are more "so called" XHF legends. Look at the destruction I have left in my wake. Each time an XHF legend has stepped up to Jack Diamond, they end up in a hospital. I believe it is imperative that I once again plead to those who will listen because I don't want your lifeless bodies once again to be blamed on Diamond. Your blood will not be on my hands...
Diamond stops walking and looks down at his hands as if they were covered in blood and slowly looks up at the camera.
Diamond: So heed my warning Steven Awesome. Yeah, I seen you grandiose entrance during the GUNS show. The way you smiled as you floated down to the gazebo in your cheesy ass parachute. You must be so proud right? Proud of what? Your subpar movie career that the critics claim is even worse than your wrestling career? You think Jack Diamond is supposed to be impressed because you are some Hollywood wannabe? I've seen your acting Steve and I thought you were horrible, but maybe I was wrong. As a matter of fact, I think I am changing my mind. Yeah, that's right. If you've somehow pulled the wool down far enough over the eyes of the XHF powers to be that they think you actually belong in this match at Night of Champions, then you are a better actor than I thought. What happens though, Steve, when you step foot in that ring and the bell rings? There will be no reshoots, no cutting for break. It is one take. Do you honestly think you have what is required of you to compete? Don't get me wrong, I know that just like me, you are a former X*Crown champion and that is something that is not lost on me. A lot has changed in nine years though Steve, and there is no amount of acting you can do in this world that will allow you to reclaim a title that you lost that long ago.
Diamond pauses to let his rant about Steve Awesome sink in with any view that may be watching this candid speech. He holds his finger up to his head like he is thinking hard before continuing.
Diamond: But Steve, who did you lose the X*Crown to all those years ago? Let's see.. could it possibly be someone else that is in the Four Ring Circus match at Night of Champions? Could it one of the only three people in XHF to have held the championship twice? It was! You lost the titles to none other than GUNS handpicked representative, Hardcore Harry. That's right, I said he was the GUNS handpicked representative, what? Did you think you were, Steve? No no no, Harry was the pick. That's the problem though. Here is another "legend" who thinks he can step into my ring. My rings. When in reality, the only thing that Harry has done as of late that is of any importance is lay Mongo on his fat ass. You all can say what you want, that he had a good run going in the XHF Rumble, blah blah blah. Where was he at the end when it came down to Jack Diamond and Rob Arnold? Exactly, he was somewhere in the back trying to remember what time they serve jello at the old folks home where he belongs. Let's talk about your two reigns Harry. When was the first one? 2004? Holy hell man, I was just getting started in the business back then. I mean the fact that you are still trying to make a name for yourself after all this time, I can almost respect that. The way you are going about it though just doesn't work for me. You see, Harry, you can be hardcore all you want. I just went up against another legend who claimed to be hardcore and you see where he is right now. I remember watching you though as a young lad, and you were impressive. You second reign could have been something special two had the hiatus not come around. Then you got old, your body started to breakdown and what happened when you finally got to defend the XCrown again? You lost it... to a fucking pig!
Jack looks sick to his stomach over this last statement. He is back at the chair now and bends down to pick up his duffle back and sets it on the bench in front of the suit. He tries to regather himself and push down the disgust he feels.
Diamond: A pig. People say that I don't respect the X*Crown, but they are wrong. I respect the titles. I just don't respect whoever thought it was a good idea to put a pig in a marquee match like that. I also find it hard to have respect for anyone who lost to said pig, and Harry, that is exactly what you did. I know I haven't even been here a year yet but I am sick and tired of watching people take a piss on the tradition of this great sport I've chosen to make a career out of. I'll be damned if I'm going to let it continue. This company needs someone who is going to bring prestige to the belts, this company needs a superstar, someone who is here night in and night out and isn't afraid to take part in anything. This company needs Jack Diamond. Honestly, I don't really give a damn what I have to do to get my titles back. I don't care about the seven men I have to beat. I don't care if it means putting Mongo or any of his stooges in their place the same way I've slapped Felix Ziko around, and quite frankly, I don't care how many so-called XHF "legends" I have to put on their deathbed. At Night of Champions there will be a fourth 2-time winner of the XCrown championship...and that is your friendly neighborhood Legend Killer, Jack Fucking Diamond! Bet on it!
Jack stares coldly into the camera as he waits for the feed to fade out. He gets the cue from the cameraman that it's a wrap and Jack shakes his hand and signs a quick autograph for the cameraman. The cameraman, in complete awe tells Jack how he loved the rawness of the promo and that it always amazes him when people can turn on the switch and make stuff up on the fly. Jack looks at the young man for a second.
Diamond: Who said I was making stuff up? I AM a legend killer that means "legends" like Hardcore Harry and Steve Awesome better be getting their affairs in order.
"Jack turns and grabs his stuff and heads into the shower room as the our scene fades to a close.*
