Post by Jake Diamond on Oct 19, 2009 2:00:51 GMT -4
(OOC: So... Back story. On account of the bad assness of GHW's RP GM aka Winthorp, the TNT show was in the Solid Core Gymnasium with your favorite loveable announcers. Jake hasn't made an appearance in over a year. ENJOY.)
With the ring area clear of left over weapons and chaos following the main event match up against Ryan Hughes and Skull, the camera pans over to Jimmy Pate and Ray White from the Solid Core Gymnasium. Pleased from their return reaction to one of their most renown companies both men at the booth decide to end it off appropriately.
Jimmy Pate: “Well Ray, I’m going to be honest. Tonight went rather successful given the circumstances. We got to see many hot young newcomers perform tonight and some of GHW’s absolute best.”
Ray White: “We may have had a kink or two in the way but I have to agree. Not to mention all of the returns! I’m sure GHW hasn’t been given a show like this in awhile!”
JP: “Well we offer some of the best talent there is and re-emerging onto this scene is a step in the right direction.”
RW: “And nothing too terrible happened tonight at all. I mean, this may have been only a one night return but it’s good to know-“
Suddenly, in the middle of Ray White’s and Jimmy Pate’s almost scripted sounding speech, the arena lights black out. Confused, Jimmy begins mumbling away from his headset, possibly discussing with a stagehand what is going on when the signature line echoes throughout the arena. The reaction could be described as nothing more than shock and fear
The familiar commentators are stunned and utterly speechless as the cutthroat and familiar fan’s of the Solid Core Gymnasium roar of approval deafens the arena, even over the warlike drums of ”The New Black” by Strapping Young Lad. Only a few of the lights in the arena come back on but the main focus is of a single spotlight focused on the entrance tunnel, which is covered by a blank, black curtain. Brushing aside the curtain emerges a man wearing a long black trench coat and long black pants with a pair of combat boots to match. The long, scruffy hair of the Scourge covers his face as the GodKing slowly makes his way down the entrance stage and ramp at his own tedious pace.
“I- I... I can’t... He’s not... He’s not serious?”
“This wasn’t scheduled was it...?”
“If anyone was going to crash the party... My God, this is terrible...”
If the nearly breathe taken team of Jimmy Pate and Ray White weren’t a good enough reaction, the given audience’s reaction couldn’t have been more perfect. Raising cheers and chanting his name as he enters; the invasion had begun. The man clad in head to toes all in black continues to walk down to the ring with his head lowered, not acknowledging a single presence in the arena even as he jogs gingerly up the steel steps and climbs into the ring through the top and middle ropes. It could have almost been expected that such an appearance would occur in such a place by the man forbidden from entering. However his response to it all seems almost too humble as he carefully gestures to a stagehand to bring him a microphone.
“They’re going to cut him off. I’m surprised the show hasn’t turned off yet. How in the blue blazes did he even get into the arena?”
“There is a ton of friends back there... What are we witnessing Jimmy?”
“I don’t know Ray. I have no idea...”
Gripping the microphone tightly in his hands, his initial comments seem almost reluctant and held back as he breathes deeply and heavily into the mic while his music gently dies down.
“Ladies and gentlemen...”
Prepared for the inevitable response that has been uttered from his mouth so many times, the audience prepares themselves for the definite profanities.
However, the surprise has merely begun as the man decked out in black lowers the microphone and pauses in the ring, almost taking in the scenario. It doesn’t become clear until suddenly, reaching his right hand up and grabbing his hair, the wig is torn off and in the same flashed movement as is the trench coat, both objects falling lifelessly to the mat. Looking up through his dirty blonde hair with a smile that could only belong to the dead speaks the true man of the hour.
“THE FUTURE... HAS... ARRIVED!”
Blatantly outraged by the swerve a hail of boos, “SCREW YOU JAKE” chants, and objects such as water bottles and beer cups bombard the ring. Amused by the response, Jake throws his head back quite characteristically and howls to himself, laughing at his own generated humor.
“... THAT SON OF A BITCH!”
“THIS IS AN EVEN BETTER SURPRISE! JAKEY POOH HAS COME BACK!”
Wearing his original black and red “Head Hunter” t-shirt underneath, Jake controls himself despite still being blatantly amused in his own efforts. The audience, however, couldn’t control their distain enough, that they were fooled by such a clear swerve.
“Oh how I love this... Gods and Heretics wrestling... Having the nerve and tenacity to show up in none other than the Solid Core Gymnasium... Yet, where are my manners? Allow me to re-introduce myself.
“I am Jake Diamond; The most sadistic and twisted bastards to ever call this company home. I go by many names; ‘The Future,’ ‘The Greatest Man That Ever Lived,’ ‘The Head Hunter,’ and, most importantly, ‘The Savior.’ Now, for those of you who know me it is not very extraneous to be out here in this arena. I mean many of you see me, week in and week out, performing in this very ring and destroying every single talent that happens to cross my impertinent route. To many of you, I am the face of that place, I am the reigning glory and honor of...”
Playing with the emotional connection of the audience, Jake leans forward into the microphone, attempting to discover where the division lies.
“... EVPW; four letters that have been described as an ignominy amongst the ranks for even mentioning. Yet, how is it possible to even ignore such an existence when the majority of the talent and wrestlers you have represented so proudly belong to it? Impossible I figured. Although, careful propaganda and a censoring dictatorship can always go so far...”
Reeling it in just as he assumed, the audience is ripped and torn apart. For the most part, an arena filled with such diehard fans, cheer for the bold statement while a select number, paying for the certain company in display, boos. The skeleton smile spreads even wider across his face.
“The taste of irony couldn’t be any more delectable... How so many of you cheer to my clearly savage and direct attack onto a company that YOU the PUBLIC paid your toilsome dollars to view and how the rest of you transparently boo me to your blind behaviour. The utter disgust that fills my body when you people merely open your mouths could kill any normal man... No matter where I wind up, it doesn’t matter which company you represent, they all are the most ignorant hominids I have ever met in my life. Yet, I come around to wrestle for you people and time and time again I’m treated with disrespect. Too bad not even a quarter of you can spell it so I don’t expect you to give it...”
Still with the carefully placed smirk, the entire audience this time roars in disapproval. Suddenly though, a new chant breaks out instantly changing Jake’s mood from delighted to merely scornful. United amongst their ranks “YOU SOLD OUT!” chants begin reigning down from the fans.
“... I sold out? I, JAKE DIAMOND, SOLD OUT?! This coming from a group of lowlifes who have prided themselves on their alternative styles and, just because they came to your town, you SOLD OUT the arena?! You are the biggest group of dissemblers I have ever met in my life! You are the greatest *beeping* hypocrites-“
Suddenly Jake cuts himself off and looks down at his microphone. Confused, Jake Diamond taps the head of it and hears a slight tap echo throughout the arena. His fury only grows once he realizes what had just happened.
“... Was I just censored? You cannot tell me they have just *beep*cut me off...
“You know something... It’s sad and a terrible travesty when, after you’ve been away for so long you come back to a place where you felt you have always been welcomed and yet... It all changes. I have performed for this company a countless amount of times and, more importantly, I have wrestled in this ring even more. Not once before have I been given such a direct slap in the face where my speech has been silenced...
“I suppose that makes you all right. I guess I have sold out. Like an absent minded child that ventured far away from home in search for something more, I come back to the place I was proverbially raised and am silenced for my frustration. For too long has this company been plagued by the in-depth war between the ‘Gods’ and the ‘Heretics’ that you all have been left comatose to the true reality. Every person here has come to perform. Whether it is along the lines of wrestling, promos, or interviews, every single person here puts out their time for mere entertainment and enjoyment. Where are those times where everyone realized that? Where are the times of the glory and honor...”
This time the audience quiets down momentarily, sensing the troubles that toil deep inside of this man.
“... Yet, like you all have declared, I have sold out, and I plan to continue to do so. Every single week I sell out the Solid Core Gymnasium, the Cow Palace, Lockdown Hall, and every other place you can mention. I sold out tonight. I also plan on selling out in a little over a week from now... Madison Square Garden; the home of professional wrestling and the arena where true entertainment is precisely valued. That night, Gods Versus Heretics, Jake Diamond plans on arriving to that very arena in the same way I always have; better than the rest. I don’t do this for the fans or for anyone else back there but myself. This sport has always been my passion and will continue to be so...
“That night I’m going to definitively prove, like I always do, that Jake Diamond is the best thing that has ever come to this company or any other one for that matter. It doesn’t matter what banner I fly under, whether it be with GHW or EVPW, I’m going to walk there with one intent...”
Taking in a deep breath, Jake scans his surroundings quickly. The audience, quiet and listening intently, seem to be drawn in to the passion yet equal hatred for all the man possesses.
““... To prove once and for all that I was BORN better than you! For that is the gospel according to Jake... Now, GHW, I say this with all the love left in me...
“Welcome to Concord... Now get the *beep* out!”
Representing the EVPW diehards, Jake Diamond smiles at the camera while the odd set of fans cheer in response and the rest prove to be silenced; taken aback by the revelation. Jake Diamond was back; at Gods Versus Heretics. With that, the camera slowly fades to black.
“CopyrightGHW EVPW 2009. All rights reserved.”
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With the ring area clear of left over weapons and chaos following the main event match up against Ryan Hughes and Skull, the camera pans over to Jimmy Pate and Ray White from the Solid Core Gymnasium. Pleased from their return reaction to one of their most renown companies both men at the booth decide to end it off appropriately.
Jimmy Pate: “Well Ray, I’m going to be honest. Tonight went rather successful given the circumstances. We got to see many hot young newcomers perform tonight and some of GHW’s absolute best.”
Ray White: “We may have had a kink or two in the way but I have to agree. Not to mention all of the returns! I’m sure GHW hasn’t been given a show like this in awhile!”
JP: “Well we offer some of the best talent there is and re-emerging onto this scene is a step in the right direction.”
RW: “And nothing too terrible happened tonight at all. I mean, this may have been only a one night return but it’s good to know-“
Suddenly, in the middle of Ray White’s and Jimmy Pate’s almost scripted sounding speech, the arena lights black out. Confused, Jimmy begins mumbling away from his headset, possibly discussing with a stagehand what is going on when the signature line echoes throughout the arena. The reaction could be described as nothing more than shock and fear
“I know you’re trying to go home...”
[/b][/i][/center]The familiar commentators are stunned and utterly speechless as the cutthroat and familiar fan’s of the Solid Core Gymnasium roar of approval deafens the arena, even over the warlike drums of ”The New Black” by Strapping Young Lad. Only a few of the lights in the arena come back on but the main focus is of a single spotlight focused on the entrance tunnel, which is covered by a blank, black curtain. Brushing aside the curtain emerges a man wearing a long black trench coat and long black pants with a pair of combat boots to match. The long, scruffy hair of the Scourge covers his face as the GodKing slowly makes his way down the entrance stage and ramp at his own tedious pace.
“I- I... I can’t... He’s not... He’s not serious?”
“This wasn’t scheduled was it...?”
“If anyone was going to crash the party... My God, this is terrible...”
If the nearly breathe taken team of Jimmy Pate and Ray White weren’t a good enough reaction, the given audience’s reaction couldn’t have been more perfect. Raising cheers and chanting his name as he enters; the invasion had begun. The man clad in head to toes all in black continues to walk down to the ring with his head lowered, not acknowledging a single presence in the arena even as he jogs gingerly up the steel steps and climbs into the ring through the top and middle ropes. It could have almost been expected that such an appearance would occur in such a place by the man forbidden from entering. However his response to it all seems almost too humble as he carefully gestures to a stagehand to bring him a microphone.
“They’re going to cut him off. I’m surprised the show hasn’t turned off yet. How in the blue blazes did he even get into the arena?”
“There is a ton of friends back there... What are we witnessing Jimmy?”
“I don’t know Ray. I have no idea...”
Gripping the microphone tightly in his hands, his initial comments seem almost reluctant and held back as he breathes deeply and heavily into the mic while his music gently dies down.
“Ladies and gentlemen...”
Prepared for the inevitable response that has been uttered from his mouth so many times, the audience prepares themselves for the definite profanities.
However, the surprise has merely begun as the man decked out in black lowers the microphone and pauses in the ring, almost taking in the scenario. It doesn’t become clear until suddenly, reaching his right hand up and grabbing his hair, the wig is torn off and in the same flashed movement as is the trench coat, both objects falling lifelessly to the mat. Looking up through his dirty blonde hair with a smile that could only belong to the dead speaks the true man of the hour.
“THE FUTURE... HAS... ARRIVED!”
Blatantly outraged by the swerve a hail of boos, “SCREW YOU JAKE” chants, and objects such as water bottles and beer cups bombard the ring. Amused by the response, Jake throws his head back quite characteristically and howls to himself, laughing at his own generated humor.
“... THAT SON OF A BITCH!”
“THIS IS AN EVEN BETTER SURPRISE! JAKEY POOH HAS COME BACK!”
Wearing his original black and red “Head Hunter” t-shirt underneath, Jake controls himself despite still being blatantly amused in his own efforts. The audience, however, couldn’t control their distain enough, that they were fooled by such a clear swerve.
“Oh how I love this... Gods and Heretics wrestling... Having the nerve and tenacity to show up in none other than the Solid Core Gymnasium... Yet, where are my manners? Allow me to re-introduce myself.
“I am Jake Diamond; The most sadistic and twisted bastards to ever call this company home. I go by many names; ‘The Future,’ ‘The Greatest Man That Ever Lived,’ ‘The Head Hunter,’ and, most importantly, ‘The Savior.’ Now, for those of you who know me it is not very extraneous to be out here in this arena. I mean many of you see me, week in and week out, performing in this very ring and destroying every single talent that happens to cross my impertinent route. To many of you, I am the face of that place, I am the reigning glory and honor of...”
Playing with the emotional connection of the audience, Jake leans forward into the microphone, attempting to discover where the division lies.
“... EVPW; four letters that have been described as an ignominy amongst the ranks for even mentioning. Yet, how is it possible to even ignore such an existence when the majority of the talent and wrestlers you have represented so proudly belong to it? Impossible I figured. Although, careful propaganda and a censoring dictatorship can always go so far...”
Reeling it in just as he assumed, the audience is ripped and torn apart. For the most part, an arena filled with such diehard fans, cheer for the bold statement while a select number, paying for the certain company in display, boos. The skeleton smile spreads even wider across his face.
“The taste of irony couldn’t be any more delectable... How so many of you cheer to my clearly savage and direct attack onto a company that YOU the PUBLIC paid your toilsome dollars to view and how the rest of you transparently boo me to your blind behaviour. The utter disgust that fills my body when you people merely open your mouths could kill any normal man... No matter where I wind up, it doesn’t matter which company you represent, they all are the most ignorant hominids I have ever met in my life. Yet, I come around to wrestle for you people and time and time again I’m treated with disrespect. Too bad not even a quarter of you can spell it so I don’t expect you to give it...”
Still with the carefully placed smirk, the entire audience this time roars in disapproval. Suddenly though, a new chant breaks out instantly changing Jake’s mood from delighted to merely scornful. United amongst their ranks “YOU SOLD OUT!” chants begin reigning down from the fans.
“... I sold out? I, JAKE DIAMOND, SOLD OUT?! This coming from a group of lowlifes who have prided themselves on their alternative styles and, just because they came to your town, you SOLD OUT the arena?! You are the biggest group of dissemblers I have ever met in my life! You are the greatest *beeping* hypocrites-“
Suddenly Jake cuts himself off and looks down at his microphone. Confused, Jake Diamond taps the head of it and hears a slight tap echo throughout the arena. His fury only grows once he realizes what had just happened.
“... Was I just censored? You cannot tell me they have just *beep*cut me off...
“You know something... It’s sad and a terrible travesty when, after you’ve been away for so long you come back to a place where you felt you have always been welcomed and yet... It all changes. I have performed for this company a countless amount of times and, more importantly, I have wrestled in this ring even more. Not once before have I been given such a direct slap in the face where my speech has been silenced...
“I suppose that makes you all right. I guess I have sold out. Like an absent minded child that ventured far away from home in search for something more, I come back to the place I was proverbially raised and am silenced for my frustration. For too long has this company been plagued by the in-depth war between the ‘Gods’ and the ‘Heretics’ that you all have been left comatose to the true reality. Every person here has come to perform. Whether it is along the lines of wrestling, promos, or interviews, every single person here puts out their time for mere entertainment and enjoyment. Where are those times where everyone realized that? Where are the times of the glory and honor...”
This time the audience quiets down momentarily, sensing the troubles that toil deep inside of this man.
“... Yet, like you all have declared, I have sold out, and I plan to continue to do so. Every single week I sell out the Solid Core Gymnasium, the Cow Palace, Lockdown Hall, and every other place you can mention. I sold out tonight. I also plan on selling out in a little over a week from now... Madison Square Garden; the home of professional wrestling and the arena where true entertainment is precisely valued. That night, Gods Versus Heretics, Jake Diamond plans on arriving to that very arena in the same way I always have; better than the rest. I don’t do this for the fans or for anyone else back there but myself. This sport has always been my passion and will continue to be so...
“That night I’m going to definitively prove, like I always do, that Jake Diamond is the best thing that has ever come to this company or any other one for that matter. It doesn’t matter what banner I fly under, whether it be with GHW or EVPW, I’m going to walk there with one intent...”
Taking in a deep breath, Jake scans his surroundings quickly. The audience, quiet and listening intently, seem to be drawn in to the passion yet equal hatred for all the man possesses.
““... To prove once and for all that I was BORN better than you! For that is the gospel according to Jake... Now, GHW, I say this with all the love left in me...
“Welcome to Concord... Now get the *beep* out!”
Representing the EVPW diehards, Jake Diamond smiles at the camera while the odd set of fans cheer in response and the rest prove to be silenced; taken aback by the revelation. Jake Diamond was back; at Gods Versus Heretics. With that, the camera slowly fades to black.
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