Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Nov 11, 2009 22:45:24 GMT -5
Tuesday Night Triumph returns from commercial break to Charlie Coors standing alone in the ring with a mic in hand. The raucous audience filled throughout the arena seems content with the evening thus far until Charlie raises the microphone up to his lips.
Charlie Coors: “Ladies and gentlemen... Assist me in welcoming to the ring... ‘The Future,’ Jake Diamond!”
As the audience, immediately displeased at the appearance of the Arrogant American, begin booing and chanting against him, ”99 Problems” by Jay-Z begins blaring throughout the PA system as a simple yellow spotlight fixates itself on the entrance tunnel which is just beginning to be filled with sparks. As the silhouette emerging from the tunnel grows further and further, the fan’s outrage grows even more so.
Al Mulligan: “Here comes the man who defeated none other than Demon himself in a Fan’s Bring the Weapons match at Gods versus Heretics!”
Colin Jennings: “And you can probably expect Jake to gloat about it like he’s always renowned to do...”
AM: “He’s a proud man is all... Besides, it’s mainly the fan’s fault Jake won! It was their weapon choices that made him the winner!”
CJ: “That’s ridiculous! Jake Diamond is a weasel of a little worker is the only reason!”
Bursting through the shower of sparks, the hyena like grin stretched from cheek to cheek seems to emphasize more like the self indulgent animal than a weasel. Jake Diamond, however, wearing his standard black and white wrestling attire, was presumably indifferent to it all as he walks gingerly down the ramp, all the while ignoring the hate filled fans around him. With no weapons or microphone in hand many would assume that Jake was prepared for a match tonight, which couldn’t be any farther away from the truth. Picking up his pace to the ring, not justifying the fans discontent and lack of amusement with any of his normal displays of arrogance, Jake merely slides into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly pushes himself up to his feet. Still with the twisted smile on his face, Jake walks over to Charlie and rips the microphone out of his hand before gesturing to the man to get out of his ring.
Jake Diamond: “Ladies and gentlemen... THE FUTURE... HAS... ARRIVED!”
Preparing for the immediate outburst, Jake cups his free hand to his ear as the bombardment of boos fall to the ring, laughing at the blatant reaction.
JD: “Now, for those of you living under a rock, at Gods Versus Heretics I defeated Demon in a match not of my choice, but all of yours, in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match. Now, all of you know how I don’t enjoy beating the dead horse with a stick but sometimes, just sometimes, it’s called upon. I mean, not only did Demon call me out at the event but he honestly believed that he could even be brought up to my level, which is ridiculous. Demon may be a former Imperial champion but I proved that I, the Savior of professional wrestling, am truly as great as I say I am... However, actions do tend to speak louder than words...”
Instantly, the titantron breathes to life, fast forwarded through the match featuring the two men to the final dying seconds. Positioned far out in the vast sea of the audience, Jake Diamond tightly grips the fan supplied wooden chair in his hands and cocks it back as Demon pushes himself to his feet before shattering it in a storm of splinters and debris, knocking him back down to the cold and hard concrete floor. Instantly from this position Jake grabs Demon’s leg and flips him over before locking in his signature Diamond’s Clutch submission move. Reeling back in the move, the footage shows as Demon’s hand comes crashing down to the ground, signalling the tap-out and victory for Jake Diamond.
The camera flashes back to Jake Diamond, still smiling his always broad smile. Proud from making his opponent tap out, Jake continues.
“And it was just that simple ladies and gentlemen, making Demon tap out in the arena like the animal he is. Yet this is merely a declaration of my own dominance. When I observe over the Gods and Heretics roster I see little to no one of any significant drawing power, with the exception of Martin Prince our General Manager. All of you may or may not have witnessed but at GVH, we also saw the unfortunate departure of Xantaxm, the ever so hated man of the company. Unfortunately, just as one leaves, another typically tends to take the throne...
“This is where Jake Diamond comes into play. You see... For too long have I sat on the sidelines of a dying company, waiting for my opportunity. Sure, I may have been the longest reigning Triumph champion in history, the most prestigious title in the company, but every once in awhile something catches my eye. This time around my eye is caught by none other than the GHW World title. A title I now declare myself number one contender to. So, with that being said, I demand-“
Before Jake can finish, he’s suddenly cut off by a familiar entrance theme.
TBCB: The Outlaw or Martin Prince only.
Charlie Coors: “Ladies and gentlemen... Assist me in welcoming to the ring... ‘The Future,’ Jake Diamond!”
“If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I’ve got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one!”
[/center][/b][/i]I’ve got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one!”
As the audience, immediately displeased at the appearance of the Arrogant American, begin booing and chanting against him, ”99 Problems” by Jay-Z begins blaring throughout the PA system as a simple yellow spotlight fixates itself on the entrance tunnel which is just beginning to be filled with sparks. As the silhouette emerging from the tunnel grows further and further, the fan’s outrage grows even more so.
Al Mulligan: “Here comes the man who defeated none other than Demon himself in a Fan’s Bring the Weapons match at Gods versus Heretics!”
Colin Jennings: “And you can probably expect Jake to gloat about it like he’s always renowned to do...”
AM: “He’s a proud man is all... Besides, it’s mainly the fan’s fault Jake won! It was their weapon choices that made him the winner!”
CJ: “That’s ridiculous! Jake Diamond is a weasel of a little worker is the only reason!”
Bursting through the shower of sparks, the hyena like grin stretched from cheek to cheek seems to emphasize more like the self indulgent animal than a weasel. Jake Diamond, however, wearing his standard black and white wrestling attire, was presumably indifferent to it all as he walks gingerly down the ramp, all the while ignoring the hate filled fans around him. With no weapons or microphone in hand many would assume that Jake was prepared for a match tonight, which couldn’t be any farther away from the truth. Picking up his pace to the ring, not justifying the fans discontent and lack of amusement with any of his normal displays of arrogance, Jake merely slides into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly pushes himself up to his feet. Still with the twisted smile on his face, Jake walks over to Charlie and rips the microphone out of his hand before gesturing to the man to get out of his ring.
Jake Diamond: “Ladies and gentlemen... THE FUTURE... HAS... ARRIVED!”
Preparing for the immediate outburst, Jake cups his free hand to his ear as the bombardment of boos fall to the ring, laughing at the blatant reaction.
JD: “Now, for those of you living under a rock, at Gods Versus Heretics I defeated Demon in a match not of my choice, but all of yours, in a Fans Bring the Weapons Match. Now, all of you know how I don’t enjoy beating the dead horse with a stick but sometimes, just sometimes, it’s called upon. I mean, not only did Demon call me out at the event but he honestly believed that he could even be brought up to my level, which is ridiculous. Demon may be a former Imperial champion but I proved that I, the Savior of professional wrestling, am truly as great as I say I am... However, actions do tend to speak louder than words...”
Instantly, the titantron breathes to life, fast forwarded through the match featuring the two men to the final dying seconds. Positioned far out in the vast sea of the audience, Jake Diamond tightly grips the fan supplied wooden chair in his hands and cocks it back as Demon pushes himself to his feet before shattering it in a storm of splinters and debris, knocking him back down to the cold and hard concrete floor. Instantly from this position Jake grabs Demon’s leg and flips him over before locking in his signature Diamond’s Clutch submission move. Reeling back in the move, the footage shows as Demon’s hand comes crashing down to the ground, signalling the tap-out and victory for Jake Diamond.
The camera flashes back to Jake Diamond, still smiling his always broad smile. Proud from making his opponent tap out, Jake continues.
“And it was just that simple ladies and gentlemen, making Demon tap out in the arena like the animal he is. Yet this is merely a declaration of my own dominance. When I observe over the Gods and Heretics roster I see little to no one of any significant drawing power, with the exception of Martin Prince our General Manager. All of you may or may not have witnessed but at GVH, we also saw the unfortunate departure of Xantaxm, the ever so hated man of the company. Unfortunately, just as one leaves, another typically tends to take the throne...
“This is where Jake Diamond comes into play. You see... For too long have I sat on the sidelines of a dying company, waiting for my opportunity. Sure, I may have been the longest reigning Triumph champion in history, the most prestigious title in the company, but every once in awhile something catches my eye. This time around my eye is caught by none other than the GHW World title. A title I now declare myself number one contender to. So, with that being said, I demand-“
Before Jake can finish, he’s suddenly cut off by a familiar entrance theme.
TBCB: The Outlaw or Martin Prince only.