Post by Jake Diamond on Sept 16, 2009 13:38:24 GMT -4
The ring area is cleared of the shattered glass and the ring empty minus Lizzie Morna and the referee standing in the ring as From the Ashes returns from a brief commercial break.
Lizzie Morna: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first..."
Suddenly a loud, long, and piercing police siren quickly deafens the arena. The fans jump to their feet as the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright yellow spotlight while the arena lights dim down to a yellower tone and ”The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer begins to play. The chants for Jake Diamond, however, are mixed as the men in the audience can visibly be heard cheering and the limited women and children booing. In a classic fashion, the entrance tunnel fills itself with sparks winding all around while Lizzie Morna announces the man making his entrance.
LM: “... Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’ and ‘Savior of Professional Wrestling’; Ladies and gentlemen... ‘The Future!’ Jake! DIAMOND!”
On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks comes out Jake Diamond. Wearing his normal black and yellow wrestling trunks, matching ring boots and knee pads, his short, dirty blonde hair spiked and his black vest with numerous insignias sewn on it in yellow he appears ready for action. With the skeleton grin spread from ear to ear and a glimmering sparkle in his eye, the Hardcore Hero looks out with a pleasantly sadistic grin at the cheering fans. The twisted Jake Diamond pauses momentarily on the entrance stage to let it sink in, peering out at the audience and taking quick glances at emptiness inside the ring.
Ray White: “Oh yes! The only reason I ever come to these pay-per-views is to see my little Jakey Pooh in his finest!”
Jimmy Pate: “... Really. The only reason you come to these shows isn’t for great title matches or the other unbelievable talent, just for Jake Diamond?”
RW: “I would kill to see him.”
JP: “Which is creepy since only two people have that logic; you and stalkers. Anyway... This impromptu match was scheduled to display mutual roster talent as Jake Diamond takes on Dave Carter...”
With the smirk planted firmly on his face, Jake shrugs and begins walking ever so gingerly down the entrance ramp. A few excited fans shove their hands out, hoping to get accepted, but Jake blatantly ignores them without even addressing them with a look by any means. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop and pauses on the location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at Lizzie Morna, a woman he’s tormented and mocked since his inception, with a laugh before quickly bending down. As swiftly as he did it, Jake Diamond comes back up with his arms stretched out far to his sides in his crucifix pose and with his head hung back, letting the cheers absorb in; the irony that the arrogant American is being bombarded with mixed cheers and praise amuses the man in question quite a bit.
“For the sakes of the record, I believe this is one of the first encounters between these two even despite their long history together.”
“They were both members of Gods and Heretics for YEARS yet its taken this long for a Lightning against the Future match?”
“I suppose so. This match proves to be one of the more comically amusing and purely talented aspect in its entirety.”
“Sure I kiss their ass and I’m a stalker, you do it and you’re just talking... For shame Jimmy. I may have to give you a little spanking after the show...”
Jake Diamond, with an entirely pompous strut, continues down the ramp and straight to the base where he looks up at it with his usual grin. He tilts his head at the ring when an understanding expression fills his face as his mind is loaded with an instant strategy. In an instant, Jake leaps in a bound and hops up onto the ring apron before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. With an almost dancing like spin, Jake rotates to the center of the ring before pausing right before the camera. Quickly raising his hands up in the shape of a diamond, The Savior holds it up for a second’s time before sharply crashing down his signature taunt. In response, all of the turnbuckles ignite in a single pyro explosion, after which Jake’s theme song begins to die down. He removes his vest and throws it out of the ring and backs up to his corner. The expression on his face, almost on the drop of a dime, transitions to a stone solid and highly concentrated one, preparing himself for the match.
TBCB: Dave..?
Lizzie Morna: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first..."
Suddenly a loud, long, and piercing police siren quickly deafens the arena. The fans jump to their feet as the entrance tunnel is fixed with a bright yellow spotlight while the arena lights dim down to a yellower tone and ”The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer begins to play. The chants for Jake Diamond, however, are mixed as the men in the audience can visibly be heard cheering and the limited women and children booing. In a classic fashion, the entrance tunnel fills itself with sparks winding all around while Lizzie Morna announces the man making his entrance.
LM: “... Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois; He is the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Man That Ever Lived’ and ‘Savior of Professional Wrestling’; Ladies and gentlemen... ‘The Future!’ Jake! DIAMOND!”
On demand, bursting through the shower of sparks comes out Jake Diamond. Wearing his normal black and yellow wrestling trunks, matching ring boots and knee pads, his short, dirty blonde hair spiked and his black vest with numerous insignias sewn on it in yellow he appears ready for action. With the skeleton grin spread from ear to ear and a glimmering sparkle in his eye, the Hardcore Hero looks out with a pleasantly sadistic grin at the cheering fans. The twisted Jake Diamond pauses momentarily on the entrance stage to let it sink in, peering out at the audience and taking quick glances at emptiness inside the ring.
Ray White: “Oh yes! The only reason I ever come to these pay-per-views is to see my little Jakey Pooh in his finest!”
Jimmy Pate: “... Really. The only reason you come to these shows isn’t for great title matches or the other unbelievable talent, just for Jake Diamond?”
RW: “I would kill to see him.”
JP: “Which is creepy since only two people have that logic; you and stalkers. Anyway... This impromptu match was scheduled to display mutual roster talent as Jake Diamond takes on Dave Carter...”
With the smirk planted firmly on his face, Jake shrugs and begins walking ever so gingerly down the entrance ramp. A few excited fans shove their hands out, hoping to get accepted, but Jake blatantly ignores them without even addressing them with a look by any means. Coming down the middle of the ramp, he slows his pace to a stop and pauses on the location. He playfully points out a finger gun gesture at Lizzie Morna, a woman he’s tormented and mocked since his inception, with a laugh before quickly bending down. As swiftly as he did it, Jake Diamond comes back up with his arms stretched out far to his sides in his crucifix pose and with his head hung back, letting the cheers absorb in; the irony that the arrogant American is being bombarded with mixed cheers and praise amuses the man in question quite a bit.
“For the sakes of the record, I believe this is one of the first encounters between these two even despite their long history together.”
“They were both members of Gods and Heretics for YEARS yet its taken this long for a Lightning against the Future match?”
“I suppose so. This match proves to be one of the more comically amusing and purely talented aspect in its entirety.”
“Sure I kiss their ass and I’m a stalker, you do it and you’re just talking... For shame Jimmy. I may have to give you a little spanking after the show...”
Jake Diamond, with an entirely pompous strut, continues down the ramp and straight to the base where he looks up at it with his usual grin. He tilts his head at the ring when an understanding expression fills his face as his mind is loaded with an instant strategy. In an instant, Jake leaps in a bound and hops up onto the ring apron before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. With an almost dancing like spin, Jake rotates to the center of the ring before pausing right before the camera. Quickly raising his hands up in the shape of a diamond, The Savior holds it up for a second’s time before sharply crashing down his signature taunt. In response, all of the turnbuckles ignite in a single pyro explosion, after which Jake’s theme song begins to die down. He removes his vest and throws it out of the ring and backs up to his corner. The expression on his face, almost on the drop of a dime, transitions to a stone solid and highly concentrated one, preparing himself for the match.
TBCB: Dave..?
