Post by Jack Diamond on Oct 23, 2018 7:27:42 GMT -5
Monday, September 25th- 11:48PM
Crowd: LET'S GO BOBBY! DIAMOND CLUB! LET'S GO BOBBY! DIAMOND CLUB!
The crowd inside of Cottage Craven is going absolutely insane. Jack Diamond has just climbed up onto the ringside barricade and it's as if time stands still. The world champion is able to pause briefly and survey the scene. Chaos Kid and Dylan Black are still in the ring, battling it out to see who becomes the next opponent that the champ has to face. Duke Kosloff is writhing in pain on the floor from the assault from Diamond, Steven Blaylock, and of all people... Bobby Barratt. The look in Bobby's eyes is one that Jack is very familiar with, after all there is no man in ICW that Diamond has competed against as much as the Shooting Star champion, yet here they find themselves on the same page, the page that ends the Soviet Monster once and for all. The page that sets all that is wrong with ICW right. The page... that Lucas fucking Rieter wishes could be re-written. Diamond jumps. The snap sounds awful, like a shotgun blast. It's all a blur. Diamond assists Blaylock and Barratt in picking up the seven foot four monster before dropping Duke in a double facebuster type move. Duke Kosloff may have seen his last match in the ICW. The adrenaline runs on overdrive. Diamond extends a hand, Bobby shakes it and the world champion finds himself raising the arm of the man who has been a thorn in his side since day one.
The scene cuts to backstage, Jack Diamond, Bobby Barratt, and Steven Blaylock come rushing through the corridor looking for Rieter, Maverick and then henchmen. As they get into the parking lot, they see Rieter's rental car screeching out of the lot. Diamond stares on as Bobby throws up a finger to let the owner know exactly how he feels. Then, as the situation dies down, Diamond notices he is staring at Bobby. Bobby cuts his eyes towards him...
Barratt: What the hell are you looking at, prick?
Diamond steps towards Bobby but Steven Blaylock is quick to get in between the two champions.
Blaylock: Guys, guys... not here.
Bobby looks at Blaylock, then to Diamond. He just gives a subtle nod before walking back into the building. As Blaylock leaves as well, Diamond stares in disbelief. Shit has definitely hit the fan in Icon Championship Wrestling. As the adrenaline dies down a bit he can vaguely hear the crowd inside the building cheering, chanting "CDM" over and over.
Jack Diamond has just arrived back at his hotel. He pulls out his room key card and slides it into the slot as the green light blinks and the door clicks unlocked. Diamond quietly opens the door, not to disturb Dakota who had stayed in instead of coming to the show, since Jack wasn't in a match. He wonders to himself if she had watched tonight. He carefully makes it across the hotel room, gently sitting his back in a corner chair and changing his clothes, all the while in dark so he doesn't wake her. As he slides into the big king size bed, the lights turn on startling the champ. Dakota had been awake the whole time.
Dakota: What the hell?
Diamond: Huh?
Dakota: What was that tonight? You intervening once again? Online reports are that you broke Duke's ankle with that chair. What happened?
Diamond: Yeah... I don't really know. One second I'm just sitting there trying to have a good night and watch the rumble to see who my next opponent is, the next I'm standing on that barricade looking down. I can't really give a reason but I just snapped. All the bullshit Rieter has been trying to dish out to Barratt, even a jerk like him, I can't stand for that.
Dakota: But Bobby?
Diamond: Fuck Bobby. I don't care about him, but I care about this business. This company. I won't let some idiot like Lucas Rieter destroy this company that I've given all I have for. Bobby and myself have put this company on the map with our battles and it seems like, at least for a moment, we have found some common ground.
Dakota: Well, I was worried about you when you stormed out of the arena, with him of all people. You haven't called or anything!
Diamond: I'm sorry, I'm here now. Let's get some sleep and we can talk more about this in the morning.
Diamond has just gotten back into his room after a late morning jog. Dakota has gone to pick up some lunch for the two of them. Diamond buttons up his dress shirt and sits in the armchair by the hotel's window and looks out across the city. What an insane couple of weeks it's been. Diamond's first international trip, the match with Chaos Kid at Castle of Glass, the drama with Rieter, and the explosion that was last night. Diamond picks up the morning newspaper and almost falls out of the chair when he looks at the front page. There, front and center, is Chaos Kid. Standing victorious in the ring last night at the end of Spectacle. Diamond skims the article:
Jack throws the paper down on the table in front of him. He hadn't even noticed that Dakota had walked into the room. His face, contorted in a bit of annoyance looks up and sees her standing there with a bag from a local deli. She smiles and stifles a little laugh as she sets the food bag down on the table.
Dakota: What's got your panties in a wad?
Diamond looks at her and realizes the scowl that was on his face, and lets it soften into a half smile.
Diamond: Funny. Sorry, I was reading this article on Chaos Kid.
Dakota: Ah, yes. We didn't talk about that last night. You know, after you left ringside he won and had some choice words for you.
Diamond: Yeah, I read a few snippets of it. Does he think winning that match last night impresses me? It doesn't. I am only man in ICW who has won a meaningful rumble. The only thing that win meant for Chaos last night, is that he gets another round with the champ. This time, just as last, he loses that round.
Dakota: What about this Chaos Death Match though?
Diamond: A Chaos Death Match is something that fool had with a car years ago. He can make up all the names for a match that he wants. I've battled in cages, on ladders, been hit with barbed wire bats, shattered glass... anything he thinks he can throw my ways will come up as short as his chances of taking my title are.
Diamond's phone chimes. He looks down at it and there is a text message from an unknown number.
Diamond ignores it and looks back up at Dakota who inquisitively looks at the phone, then Diamond. She can tell he has ignored the whatever text he received so she continues on.
Dakota: So, back to last night. You and Barratt really have the internet buzzing this morning. Some say you guys could be an unstoppable force. Some say Bobby is going to stab you in the back the moment you turn around. A select few even say you are going double cross Bobby and join Rieter.
Diamond: Gotta love the internet, where everybody has a voice whether they have a brain or not.
Dakota: Well regardless, Rieter has booked you into a match next Monday.
Diamond: Oh yeah? I hadn't even checked anything yet.
Dakota: Well, he has put you and Bobby in a tag team match against Maverick and Joe Carroll.
Diamond: Maverick and Joe Carroll? So let me get this straight... Bobby and I just destroyed Lucas' very own monster last night. To the point where he may never step foot in a wrestling ring again, at least without a limp, and Lucas thinks it's wise to put us on the same team against Maverick and Joe Carroll? Maverick who I carried to a tag team title? Maverick who was attacked by Joe Carroll several times? That Rieter sure isn't bright.
Dakota: Maybe he is holding out hope that you join him and the three of you beat down Bobby?
Diamond: Well, if he thinks that after the shit he's said about me then he is crazier than I thought. I will not be a part of his destruction of ICW. Maverick is no friend of mine. I was placed in a match with him and I won. That is all. We may be champions but we are not a tag team. Joe Carroll just got beat down last night right in front of me by his own henchmen after Lucas paid them off and now he is following Rieter's orders? Looks like their may be a new cuck in ICW.
Diamond's phone goes off again and he looks down at it once again, breaking his train of thought.
Diamond this time looks up and locks eyes with Dakota.
Dakota: Okay, should I be concerned? Who is texting you? It isn't that Natalie Jackson dimwit is it?
Diamond lets out a little chuckle before standing and walking over to Dakota and kissing her on the cheek.
Diamond: No, it's nothing like that, but I do need to go. Business meeting. Listen, don't worry about this Rieter crap. I can handle my own. I am the world champion and he needs me, but I don't need him. He will find that out this Monday.
Dakota: You are leaving now? What about lunch?
Diamond: Rain check? I'm sorry, I'll take you to dinner tonight. I have to go for now...
Diamond throws on his jacket and heads out of the hotel.
Diamond pulls up in the parking lot outside of Villa Park, the home of this coming Monday's Spectacle. He pulls his rented Land Rover up next to a purple Lamborghini. He shakes his head to himself.
Diamond: What am I getting myself into...
Diamond gets out of the car and glances back towards the purple Diablo. He reaches in the SUV and grabs his World Title out of the passenger seat, stands and straightens his tie. He heads to the entrance of the box and up the stairs inside the door. As he approaches a door which was at the far end of the corridor, he stops. Takes a deep breath and looks down at his title. A title that he has defended against the man presumably on the other side of this door. Two men who have made each other bleed, made each other scream out in pain, and just maybe... made each other respect the fight each of them have. Diamond reaches out for the button beside the key slot.
The crowd inside of Cottage Craven is going absolutely insane. Jack Diamond has just climbed up onto the ringside barricade and it's as if time stands still. The world champion is able to pause briefly and survey the scene. Chaos Kid and Dylan Black are still in the ring, battling it out to see who becomes the next opponent that the champ has to face. Duke Kosloff is writhing in pain on the floor from the assault from Diamond, Steven Blaylock, and of all people... Bobby Barratt. The look in Bobby's eyes is one that Jack is very familiar with, after all there is no man in ICW that Diamond has competed against as much as the Shooting Star champion, yet here they find themselves on the same page, the page that ends the Soviet Monster once and for all. The page that sets all that is wrong with ICW right. The page... that Lucas fucking Rieter wishes could be re-written. Diamond jumps. The snap sounds awful, like a shotgun blast. It's all a blur. Diamond assists Blaylock and Barratt in picking up the seven foot four monster before dropping Duke in a double facebuster type move. Duke Kosloff may have seen his last match in the ICW. The adrenaline runs on overdrive. Diamond extends a hand, Bobby shakes it and the world champion finds himself raising the arm of the man who has been a thorn in his side since day one.
The scene cuts to backstage, Jack Diamond, Bobby Barratt, and Steven Blaylock come rushing through the corridor looking for Rieter, Maverick and then henchmen. As they get into the parking lot, they see Rieter's rental car screeching out of the lot. Diamond stares on as Bobby throws up a finger to let the owner know exactly how he feels. Then, as the situation dies down, Diamond notices he is staring at Bobby. Bobby cuts his eyes towards him...
Barratt: What the hell are you looking at, prick?
Diamond steps towards Bobby but Steven Blaylock is quick to get in between the two champions.
Blaylock: Guys, guys... not here.
Bobby looks at Blaylock, then to Diamond. He just gives a subtle nod before walking back into the building. As Blaylock leaves as well, Diamond stares in disbelief. Shit has definitely hit the fan in Icon Championship Wrestling. As the adrenaline dies down a bit he can vaguely hear the crowd inside the building cheering, chanting "CDM" over and over.
Tuesday, September 26th- 3:17AM
Jack Diamond has just arrived back at his hotel. He pulls out his room key card and slides it into the slot as the green light blinks and the door clicks unlocked. Diamond quietly opens the door, not to disturb Dakota who had stayed in instead of coming to the show, since Jack wasn't in a match. He wonders to himself if she had watched tonight. He carefully makes it across the hotel room, gently sitting his back in a corner chair and changing his clothes, all the while in dark so he doesn't wake her. As he slides into the big king size bed, the lights turn on startling the champ. Dakota had been awake the whole time.
Dakota: What the hell?
Diamond: Huh?
Dakota: What was that tonight? You intervening once again? Online reports are that you broke Duke's ankle with that chair. What happened?
Diamond: Yeah... I don't really know. One second I'm just sitting there trying to have a good night and watch the rumble to see who my next opponent is, the next I'm standing on that barricade looking down. I can't really give a reason but I just snapped. All the bullshit Rieter has been trying to dish out to Barratt, even a jerk like him, I can't stand for that.
Dakota: But Bobby?
Diamond: Fuck Bobby. I don't care about him, but I care about this business. This company. I won't let some idiot like Lucas Rieter destroy this company that I've given all I have for. Bobby and myself have put this company on the map with our battles and it seems like, at least for a moment, we have found some common ground.
Dakota: Well, I was worried about you when you stormed out of the arena, with him of all people. You haven't called or anything!
Diamond: I'm sorry, I'm here now. Let's get some sleep and we can talk more about this in the morning.
Tuesday, September 26th- 12:04PM
Diamond has just gotten back into his room after a late morning jog. Dakota has gone to pick up some lunch for the two of them. Diamond buttons up his dress shirt and sits in the armchair by the hotel's window and looks out across the city. What an insane couple of weeks it's been. Diamond's first international trip, the match with Chaos Kid at Castle of Glass, the drama with Rieter, and the explosion that was last night. Diamond picks up the morning newspaper and almost falls out of the chair when he looks at the front page. There, front and center, is Chaos Kid. Standing victorious in the ring last night at the end of Spectacle. Diamond skims the article:
"...tossing Dylan Black out of the ring after a devastating powerbomb into the turnbuckle. Chaos Kid now becomes the number one contender for Jack Diamond's World Title, just a little more than a week removed from failing to capture the belt at ICW's pay-per-view, Castle of Glass. The hometown hero wasted little time booking his match, which was an extra reward for winning, as he made the title match three weeks from now at Madison Square Gardens in New York. The match, something that Chaos described as a match that "no one can save" the champion, he billed it as a C.D.M. (Chaos Death Match.) Will Chaos Kid be the man to dethrone the reigning ICW Champion..."
Jack throws the paper down on the table in front of him. He hadn't even noticed that Dakota had walked into the room. His face, contorted in a bit of annoyance looks up and sees her standing there with a bag from a local deli. She smiles and stifles a little laugh as she sets the food bag down on the table.
Dakota: What's got your panties in a wad?
Diamond looks at her and realizes the scowl that was on his face, and lets it soften into a half smile.
Diamond: Funny. Sorry, I was reading this article on Chaos Kid.
Dakota: Ah, yes. We didn't talk about that last night. You know, after you left ringside he won and had some choice words for you.
Diamond: Yeah, I read a few snippets of it. Does he think winning that match last night impresses me? It doesn't. I am only man in ICW who has won a meaningful rumble. The only thing that win meant for Chaos last night, is that he gets another round with the champ. This time, just as last, he loses that round.
Dakota: What about this Chaos Death Match though?
Diamond: A Chaos Death Match is something that fool had with a car years ago. He can make up all the names for a match that he wants. I've battled in cages, on ladders, been hit with barbed wire bats, shattered glass... anything he thinks he can throw my ways will come up as short as his chances of taking my title are.
Diamond's phone chimes. He looks down at it and there is a text message from an unknown number.
"We need to talk, man to man."
Diamond ignores it and looks back up at Dakota who inquisitively looks at the phone, then Diamond. She can tell he has ignored the whatever text he received so she continues on.
Dakota: So, back to last night. You and Barratt really have the internet buzzing this morning. Some say you guys could be an unstoppable force. Some say Bobby is going to stab you in the back the moment you turn around. A select few even say you are going double cross Bobby and join Rieter.
Diamond: Gotta love the internet, where everybody has a voice whether they have a brain or not.
Dakota: Well regardless, Rieter has booked you into a match next Monday.
Diamond: Oh yeah? I hadn't even checked anything yet.
Dakota: Well, he has put you and Bobby in a tag team match against Maverick and Joe Carroll.
Diamond: Maverick and Joe Carroll? So let me get this straight... Bobby and I just destroyed Lucas' very own monster last night. To the point where he may never step foot in a wrestling ring again, at least without a limp, and Lucas thinks it's wise to put us on the same team against Maverick and Joe Carroll? Maverick who I carried to a tag team title? Maverick who was attacked by Joe Carroll several times? That Rieter sure isn't bright.
Dakota: Maybe he is holding out hope that you join him and the three of you beat down Bobby?
Diamond: Well, if he thinks that after the shit he's said about me then he is crazier than I thought. I will not be a part of his destruction of ICW. Maverick is no friend of mine. I was placed in a match with him and I won. That is all. We may be champions but we are not a tag team. Joe Carroll just got beat down last night right in front of me by his own henchmen after Lucas paid them off and now he is following Rieter's orders? Looks like their may be a new cuck in ICW.
Diamond's phone goes off again and he looks down at it once again, breaking his train of thought.
"Meet me at the Executive Box Entrance at Villa Park. Come alone. I'll do the same. See you in 30. - BB"
Diamond this time looks up and locks eyes with Dakota.
Dakota: Okay, should I be concerned? Who is texting you? It isn't that Natalie Jackson dimwit is it?
Diamond lets out a little chuckle before standing and walking over to Dakota and kissing her on the cheek.
Diamond: No, it's nothing like that, but I do need to go. Business meeting. Listen, don't worry about this Rieter crap. I can handle my own. I am the world champion and he needs me, but I don't need him. He will find that out this Monday.
Dakota: You are leaving now? What about lunch?
Diamond: Rain check? I'm sorry, I'll take you to dinner tonight. I have to go for now...
Diamond throws on his jacket and heads out of the hotel.
Tuesday, September 26th- 1:18PM
Diamond pulls up in the parking lot outside of Villa Park, the home of this coming Monday's Spectacle. He pulls his rented Land Rover up next to a purple Lamborghini. He shakes his head to himself.
Diamond: What am I getting myself into...
Diamond gets out of the car and glances back towards the purple Diablo. He reaches in the SUV and grabs his World Title out of the passenger seat, stands and straightens his tie. He heads to the entrance of the box and up the stairs inside the door. As he approaches a door which was at the far end of the corridor, he stops. Takes a deep breath and looks down at his title. A title that he has defended against the man presumably on the other side of this door. Two men who have made each other bleed, made each other scream out in pain, and just maybe... made each other respect the fight each of them have. Diamond reaches out for the button beside the key slot.
BUZZZZZZ!!
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