Bring Out The Blues...

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

*The lights of the arena change to the colors of red, white, and blue as the entrance tunnel fills with sparks and "New Skin" by Incubus blares throughout the arena. The silhouette of Jake appears in the tunnel as sparks shoot all around him.*

JR: This must be that new kid, Jake Diamond. Not a very experienced resume.

Lawler: Probably another meaningless jobber trying to make himself a name.

*Jake bursts out of the entrance tunnel and walks casually down the ramp. He stops at the foot of the ramp and shoots his arms straight up in the shape of a diamond. Jake quickly hops over the top rope and grabs a mic.*

JD: The Present and Future of Wrestling has arrived!

*The crowd doesn't know what they should do so they cheer anyway.*

JD: Shut the hell up! If I wanted respect from the American public I'd whore myself up like Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton, but I digress. Yes "The Purebred" has arrived to GHW, and I'm only here to add another title around my waist, and another victim to my trophy cabinet.

JR: That was uncalled for! He doesn't have to treat the fans like this.

*The audience boos escalate but Jake quickly flips them the bird as their echoing boos continue.*

Lawler: Well JR, he apparently doesn't care.

JD: All you player-hating wannabes back there want to be me, and all your girls want to see me. And when your kids meet me, I greet thee with a smile, because I go the extra mile. Ha ha. Now I know what your thinking and no I'm not here to take your redneck wives with eight or nine children, I'm here to make a call out.

*The chants of "Jake Sucks" fill the arena as Jake taunts them on bit more.*

JR: So he is out here for a better reason...

Lawler: Quiet JR, this kids got spunk and charisma, lets see what he's got to say.

JD: It has reached my attention that another "experienced grappler" has arrived to GHW. No where near as handsome or talented as I am, but a mild challenge. You know who you are Giordano! Get out here Jazzman so I can give you a tune to play!

*"Jake Sucks" chants continue as Jake waits for his opponent.*

((((TBCB: Giordano Jazz ))))

[giordano]

The arena turns dark. Can you feel the Jazz blasts through the arena followed by ‘Back in Town’ by Matt Dusk. The crowd starts chanting F t J! An orange and purple light show starts to light the entrance area. The Titron starts to flicker the letters F t J in orange on a black background. Then a movie starts to play showing Jazz executing his finishers and signature maneuvers and smiling a lot. When the trumpets start playing Giordano Jazz walks out with a mic in hand.

King: Their is the soulmachine! I'm sure he'll put this jobber back into his place.

Giordano Jazz: He he John settle down!

JD: It's Jake!

The crowd giggles

GJ: Ohh right James, sorry for that. You are actually calling ME out?

JD: It's Jake and yes, you ... you argogant has-been

Giordano smiles and then suddenly looks Jake straight into the eyes.

GJ: Listen up Jake! Lets get a couple of things straight. First off you don't call anybody let alone me! Second I'm quit sure that of us to I don't win the arogant competition and third: me a has-been? That might be true, but sonny you don't have anything on me yet! I would normally challenge you, but I just can't seem to be bothered. Your just not able yet to ... Face the Music!

JR: Giordano doesn't seem amused.

King: True, still disappointing that he doesn't put Jake in his place physically.

(((TBC by Jake Diamand)))

[Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus]

JD: You seem pretty confident that I'm no good, now don't you, Jazzman?

*Jazz brings the mic up to his mouth but is quickly interrupted by Jake*

JD: Shut up, you speak when I tell you to. How about a small, friendly competition at Lockdown? It'll be Jake Diamond versus Giordano Jazz... In a Ladder Match!

*The audience cheers at the idea of a Ladder Match.*

JR: Jake wants his debut match to be a Ladder Match against a seasoned veteran like Giordano? He'll be lucky if Jazz accepts it.

Lawler: Please JR, he would like nothing more then to put Jake back into his place.

JD: Whoa, whoa. Hold yourself. Before you decide, which I surely hope you will, lets make the match a little more interesting. See in a Ladder match you need to grab a certain item above the Ladder correct?

Jazz: Of course I know that!

JD: Settle down there cowboy. See above the ring in this match'll be $1,000 of my own dollars. American of course, I'm not going to use the pathetic Canadian dollar... So what do you have to say about that?

*The crowd chants for Jazz as he determines his response.*

(((OOC: TBCB: Jazz. Sorry for the late reply )))

[giordano]

King: Ohh no Jazz is smiling again...

Giordano starts to laugh.

GJ: Let me start with a little geography lesson Jakey-boy. New Orleans is in America, so I also pay with U.S. currency just like you sonny. Secondly originally I'm from the Netherlands where they pay with Euro's so that Canadian remark is a bit ... out of the blues, shall we say.

Jake wants to interrupt Giordano, but this time round he's shushed by Giordano.

GJ: Relax Jakey-boy. Further money doesn't really tempt me, but your attitude clearly begs for a 'little' adjustment. So I'll raise your 1000 US-Dollar with 1000 Euro's, they are more valuable you know, and if management makes the match I'll face you in a ladder match at Lockdown.

Giordano and Jake smile at each other.

King: Ohh help now they are both smiling.

JR: But we have our selfs a match King and just a match, but a ladder match for some hard earned money!

GJ: So now their is only one question to be asked... *Giordano lowers his shades and looks straight into Jake's eyes* Jake can you feel it? Can you *Giordano smiles*

Giordano and the crowd: Feel ... the ... Jazz!

(((OCC no problem I have exams so I'm busy enough )))