Post by Jake Diamond on Jul 17, 2008 23:18:12 GMT -4
Jake’s Contract: evpw.proboards91.com/index.cgi?board=cntracts&action=display&thread=269
An intense roar of approval from the audience is heard instantly as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins to blare throughout the arena. The lights begin to flash randomly and rapidly in unison with the guitar riff as the entrance tunnel is filled with sparks and the silhouette of the proclaimed “Future” is shown in the tunnel.
Jake Diamond energetically bursts out of the tunnel to an overwhelming ovation. Wearing long black wrestling pants with numerous designs all over them and a vest covered in signature insignias, Jake brushes back his long, shaggy brown hair with his hand and slyly smirks proudly into the audience with his emerald green eyes. With the surprising chants of his name from the audience Jake, as typically as ever, runs from side to side of the brief entrance stage playfully taunting the fans as he goes.
Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles competition scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.”
Jimmy Pate: "Welcome back everyone to Wednesday Night Genesis. If you're just joining us, I'm Jimmy Pate joined by my broadcast partner Ray White!"
Ray White: "Oh boy oh boy! It's going to be the first time I get to watch Jake in the ring here while sober! He has got an absolutely stunning body wouldn't you say?”
JP: "As a matter of fact I wouldn't. I will admit that Jake is a fine phsical specimen he just needs to watch out with his attitude since that tends to get him into more trouble than he solves!"
Meanwhile, Jake begins to walk down the entrance ramp in his signature cocky strut, pointing finger gun gestures playfully at the audience and randomly yelling confident but just as hilarious comments. He stops at the center of the entrance ramp and spreads his legs slightly apart before lowering his head. He slowly raises both his hands high up into the air, forming the shape of a diamond in the middle of them, before swiftly and sharply bringing it down. Despite his lack of pyros, the fans continue to cheer in approval at the no-nonsense competitor, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face.
LM: “Introducing first; he hails from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is ‘The Future,’ JAKE DIAMOND!”
Jake continues to make his way down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of nearby fans on the way, Jake reaches the steel steps to the ring and energetically rushes up them and hops over the ring ropes with ease. Similar to that of Shawn Michaels, Jake does a quick spin to reach the middle of the ring before immediately shooting his arms out to his sides in his signature crucifix pose. If that wasn’t enough, a single simultaneous burst from the turnbuckles explodes, forcing Jake to laugh lightly to himself that he bought those pyros from a nearby firework shop for the low-low price of forty dollars. Jake removes his vest and hands it off to the official in the ring. Now beginning to pace in the ring in anticipation, Jake begins to try and develop a strategy over an opponent he knows little to nothing about.
RW: "This sure is going to be interesting isn't it? The pure American brawler, Jake Diamond, versus the Japanese native, Torjio. I'm exhausted already!"
"I'd bet you are... Although this is just a simple singles contest and Jake had better be careful with his dirty tactics so he doesn't get himself disqualified, but I guess time will tell..."
TBCB: Torjio
“THE FUTURE… HAS… ARRVED!”
[/b][/color]An intense roar of approval from the audience is heard instantly as “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins to blare throughout the arena. The lights begin to flash randomly and rapidly in unison with the guitar riff as the entrance tunnel is filled with sparks and the silhouette of the proclaimed “Future” is shown in the tunnel.
“Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The Cult of Personality…”
[/b][/I][/color]The Cult of Personality…”
Jake Diamond energetically bursts out of the tunnel to an overwhelming ovation. Wearing long black wrestling pants with numerous designs all over them and a vest covered in signature insignias, Jake brushes back his long, shaggy brown hair with his hand and slyly smirks proudly into the audience with his emerald green eyes. With the surprising chants of his name from the audience Jake, as typically as ever, runs from side to side of the brief entrance stage playfully taunting the fans as he goes.
Lizzie Morna: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles competition scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit.”
Jimmy Pate: "Welcome back everyone to Wednesday Night Genesis. If you're just joining us, I'm Jimmy Pate joined by my broadcast partner Ray White!"
Ray White: "Oh boy oh boy! It's going to be the first time I get to watch Jake in the ring here while sober! He has got an absolutely stunning body wouldn't you say?”
JP: "As a matter of fact I wouldn't. I will admit that Jake is a fine phsical specimen he just needs to watch out with his attitude since that tends to get him into more trouble than he solves!"
Meanwhile, Jake begins to walk down the entrance ramp in his signature cocky strut, pointing finger gun gestures playfully at the audience and randomly yelling confident but just as hilarious comments. He stops at the center of the entrance ramp and spreads his legs slightly apart before lowering his head. He slowly raises both his hands high up into the air, forming the shape of a diamond in the middle of them, before swiftly and sharply bringing it down. Despite his lack of pyros, the fans continue to cheer in approval at the no-nonsense competitor, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face.
LM: “Introducing first; he hails from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is ‘The Future,’ JAKE DIAMOND!”
Jake continues to make his way down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of nearby fans on the way, Jake reaches the steel steps to the ring and energetically rushes up them and hops over the ring ropes with ease. Similar to that of Shawn Michaels, Jake does a quick spin to reach the middle of the ring before immediately shooting his arms out to his sides in his signature crucifix pose. If that wasn’t enough, a single simultaneous burst from the turnbuckles explodes, forcing Jake to laugh lightly to himself that he bought those pyros from a nearby firework shop for the low-low price of forty dollars. Jake removes his vest and hands it off to the official in the ring. Now beginning to pace in the ring in anticipation, Jake begins to try and develop a strategy over an opponent he knows little to nothing about.
RW: "This sure is going to be interesting isn't it? The pure American brawler, Jake Diamond, versus the Japanese native, Torjio. I'm exhausted already!"
"I'd bet you are... Although this is just a simple singles contest and Jake had better be careful with his dirty tactics so he doesn't get himself disqualified, but I guess time will tell..."
TBCB: Torjio
