Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Feb 24, 2008 15:53:15 GMT -5
Jake's Contract:
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The fans remain patient and quiet in their seats, some still silently shocked and and some sheering from the Amanda versus Hayden match. Darrell Jones looks over to his side and notices a very pretty woman and begins flirting with her casually, to Ray’s disgust. Ray quickly squeals in delight as he looks over his script and slaps Darrell on the shoulder to show him the upcoming match, who seems indifferent to it. Alas, after a few suspenseful moments, the arena lights black out with the exception of yellow lights shining blankly from the titantron and the signature intro line blares throughout the arena.
“99 Problems” by Jay-Z blares over the loud speakers as the lights flash randomly and rapidly from the rafters and titantron. A yellow spotlight shining down on the ring slowly advances up the entrance ramp as the entrance tunnel fills up with sparks, more so the closer the spotlight comes. “We Want Jake!” chants rain down from the audience even as the spotlight homes in on its target and points directly into the entrance tunnel. The remaining lights black out once again as Jake Diamond appears as a silhouette in his signature crucifix pose just behind the shower of sparks.
Lizzie Morna: The following contest is for the number one contender of the Charging Glory Championship and is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first; he hails from the “Second City,” Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the longest reigning Triumph Champion in the history of GHW; “The Future!” Jake! Diamond!
On cue, Jake Diamond bursts out of the entrance tunnel, leaving a shower of sparks behind as the yellow arena lights turn back on and continue in their random flashes. Jake stands momentarily on the entrance stage, wearing a pair of black and yellow trunks with matching black boots with yellow shin guards and wearing a pair of dark aviators and his “Head Hunter” T-shirt. A look of pure delight and amusement is spread across the self proclaimed “Hardcore Hero’s” face including an incredibly excited but sadistic looking smirk. He shrugs his shoulders with a grin directed towards the camera before running up and down the entrance stage, and taunting the audience further.
Darrell Jones: That’s right everybody, after drawing Rhaps last week in the sixty minute Iron Man Match, Jake was awarded another shot at the title, but since Rhaps was unable to attend tonight it is now for the number one contender!
Ray White: That was so unfair! Jake Diamond had the match and made Rhaps tap-out to the crossface! He should be the sexy gold wearing champion!
DJ: The time limit did expire before Rhaps tapped out though, so it came out as a draw. Although that match did surprise me, seeing as how Jake didn’t try to cheat throughout the entire match. I think he’s gotten soft Ray, what do you think?
RW: Oh watching Jake doing anything makes me anything but soft! It’s okay though, I really don’t mind Jake beating up Cosmos tonight in their first encounter!
Darrell looks over to Ray, confused as to how he changed to subject from getting aroused to the match, simply shakes his head and turns back to the ring. 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 arrogant 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 into and old style crotch chop. A large, loud, and single explosion of pyro shoots from the entrance stage and titantron simultaneously, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face. Jake continues down to the end of the ramp in usual fashion only to have his eyes catch on to a father and his little girl in a ringside seat, the girl about the age of fifteen, wearing one of Jake Diamond’s brand new “Head Hunter” t-shirts (Available at the GHWShop) He smiles, although at the same time appearing to thinking about the upcoming match, and advances toward the child and places his aviators onto her, very Bret Hart-esque, before continuing on his way to the ring.
RW: Sometimes I wish I got those shades from Jake just so he could touch my face… Oh well, a boy can dream can’t he?
DJ: Yeah, sure dude whatever you say I guess… Anyway, not only is this the first time Cosmos and Jake Diamond will be fighting one-on-one but the first time I’ve had the honors of calling one of his matches! I’ve watched matches by both and I have to say, this is going to be an instant classic!
RW: You’ve said it better than I could, Darrell. Both have a good mixture of hardcore and technical ability, but Cosmos is much better in the air and Jake is far more superior when it comes to all out brawling!
DJ: Good point Ray, but this is a straight-up singles match with disqualifications, but I still have a feeling we might still see the use of chairs and other hardcore weapons!
The Future quickly comes toward the steel steps of the ring and advances up them and the ring apron arrogantly, as if he owned the place. He hops with total ease over the top rope and spins in a fashion similar to Shawn Michaels to the center of the ring. He shrugs his shoulders cockily into the camera before bending over to touch his feet only to come back up explosively into his signature crucifix pose. All of the turnbuckles in unison send out a single pyro explosion that covers the majority of the ring and outside area in temporary sparks. Jake removes his shirt and hands it off to the referee who, in turn, passes it off to Lizzie Morna. His theme music slowly dies down only to be replaced with the vicious cheers and applauding from the audience, who, for the most part, are standing. The earlier display of cockiness, arrogance and showmanship is quickly replaced cold, calculating wrestling machine version of the man that Jake Diamond is, who already happens to be looking at the ring and ring area for strategies. With the full capacity crowd on edge and filled with excitement, the only thing missing is the other number one contender, the Spaced Out Superhero, Cosmos.
TBCB: Human Cosmos Balls!
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The fans remain patient and quiet in their seats, some still silently shocked and and some sheering from the Amanda versus Hayden match. Darrell Jones looks over to his side and notices a very pretty woman and begins flirting with her casually, to Ray’s disgust. Ray quickly squeals in delight as he looks over his script and slaps Darrell on the shoulder to show him the upcoming match, who seems indifferent to it. Alas, after a few suspenseful moments, the arena lights black out with the exception of yellow lights shining blankly from the titantron and the signature intro line blares throughout the arena.
If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I’ve got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one!
[/i][/center][/color]I’ve got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one!
“99 Problems” by Jay-Z blares over the loud speakers as the lights flash randomly and rapidly from the rafters and titantron. A yellow spotlight shining down on the ring slowly advances up the entrance ramp as the entrance tunnel fills up with sparks, more so the closer the spotlight comes. “We Want Jake!” chants rain down from the audience even as the spotlight homes in on its target and points directly into the entrance tunnel. The remaining lights black out once again as Jake Diamond appears as a silhouette in his signature crucifix pose just behind the shower of sparks.
Lizzie Morna: The following contest is for the number one contender of the Charging Glory Championship and is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first; he hails from the “Second City,” Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the longest reigning Triumph Champion in the history of GHW; “The Future!” Jake! Diamond!
On cue, Jake Diamond bursts out of the entrance tunnel, leaving a shower of sparks behind as the yellow arena lights turn back on and continue in their random flashes. Jake stands momentarily on the entrance stage, wearing a pair of black and yellow trunks with matching black boots with yellow shin guards and wearing a pair of dark aviators and his “Head Hunter” T-shirt. A look of pure delight and amusement is spread across the self proclaimed “Hardcore Hero’s” face including an incredibly excited but sadistic looking smirk. He shrugs his shoulders with a grin directed towards the camera before running up and down the entrance stage, and taunting the audience further.
Darrell Jones: That’s right everybody, after drawing Rhaps last week in the sixty minute Iron Man Match, Jake was awarded another shot at the title, but since Rhaps was unable to attend tonight it is now for the number one contender!
Ray White: That was so unfair! Jake Diamond had the match and made Rhaps tap-out to the crossface! He should be the sexy gold wearing champion!
DJ: The time limit did expire before Rhaps tapped out though, so it came out as a draw. Although that match did surprise me, seeing as how Jake didn’t try to cheat throughout the entire match. I think he’s gotten soft Ray, what do you think?
RW: Oh watching Jake doing anything makes me anything but soft! It’s okay though, I really don’t mind Jake beating up Cosmos tonight in their first encounter!
Darrell looks over to Ray, confused as to how he changed to subject from getting aroused to the match, simply shakes his head and turns back to the ring. 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 arrogant 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 into and old style crotch chop. A large, loud, and single explosion of pyro shoots from the entrance stage and titantron simultaneously, only to further expand the grin which is spread halfway across Jake’s face. Jake continues down to the end of the ramp in usual fashion only to have his eyes catch on to a father and his little girl in a ringside seat, the girl about the age of fifteen, wearing one of Jake Diamond’s brand new “Head Hunter” t-shirts (Available at the GHWShop) He smiles, although at the same time appearing to thinking about the upcoming match, and advances toward the child and places his aviators onto her, very Bret Hart-esque, before continuing on his way to the ring.
RW: Sometimes I wish I got those shades from Jake just so he could touch my face… Oh well, a boy can dream can’t he?
DJ: Yeah, sure dude whatever you say I guess… Anyway, not only is this the first time Cosmos and Jake Diamond will be fighting one-on-one but the first time I’ve had the honors of calling one of his matches! I’ve watched matches by both and I have to say, this is going to be an instant classic!
RW: You’ve said it better than I could, Darrell. Both have a good mixture of hardcore and technical ability, but Cosmos is much better in the air and Jake is far more superior when it comes to all out brawling!
DJ: Good point Ray, but this is a straight-up singles match with disqualifications, but I still have a feeling we might still see the use of chairs and other hardcore weapons!
The Future quickly comes toward the steel steps of the ring and advances up them and the ring apron arrogantly, as if he owned the place. He hops with total ease over the top rope and spins in a fashion similar to Shawn Michaels to the center of the ring. He shrugs his shoulders cockily into the camera before bending over to touch his feet only to come back up explosively into his signature crucifix pose. All of the turnbuckles in unison send out a single pyro explosion that covers the majority of the ring and outside area in temporary sparks. Jake removes his shirt and hands it off to the referee who, in turn, passes it off to Lizzie Morna. His theme music slowly dies down only to be replaced with the vicious cheers and applauding from the audience, who, for the most part, are standing. The earlier display of cockiness, arrogance and showmanship is quickly replaced cold, calculating wrestling machine version of the man that Jake Diamond is, who already happens to be looking at the ring and ring area for strategies. With the full capacity crowd on edge and filled with excitement, the only thing missing is the other number one contender, the Spaced Out Superhero, Cosmos.
TBCB: Human Cosmos Balls!
