Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Oct 25, 2009 23:34:58 GMT -5
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The fans sit wiry and anxious from the last match, which proved to be rather impressive. ‘Big’ Al Mulligan Colin ‘The Fuzz’ Jennings. Meanwhile, Charlie climbs back into the ring with the ring official coming in casually by his side.
Charlie Coors: “The following contest is a ‘Fans Bring The Weapons Match’! It is no holds barred, and pin falls count anywhere and the Fighty fighty person’s may use any and all weapons and foreign objects handed to them by the fans throughout the arena! Introducing first...”
Alas, after a few suspenseful moments, the arena lights black out with the exception of yellow lights shining blankly from the titantron and a loud and piercing police siren blares throughout the arena leading into “The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer to play 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. The ironic “You Sold Out!” chants begin 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.
CC: “Introducing first; he hails from the “Second City,” Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is the longest reigning Triumph Champion in the history of GHW; Ladies and gentlemen, he is ‘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 long black wrestling trunks with numerous designs and insignias sewn over it 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 “Savior’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.
Al Mulligan: “Jake Diamond, now here's a man that I'm glad to see back here! We've had a whole list of comebacks yet this kid's attitude seems like the best one.”
Colin Jennings: “If by best you mean most obnoxious. I mean look at him! It's been a year and he hasn't changed a bit! Jake Diamond is probably the most self righteous man in the business.”
AM: “And look at how it pays off! He destroys his opponents and wins. Simple as that. Tonight will be no different in this very special match...”
CJ: “Honestly I don't believe that this was the best option for him to pick, I mean the fans hate him... Jake is going to be torn apart out there...”
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 crashing down. 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. Probably more amused by his ridiculous budget for entrances in this company, Jake laughs lightly to himself and continues down to the end of the ramp in usual fashion only to have his eyes catch on to a genuinely attractive woman and a boy, about the age of eleven, wearing one of Jake Diamond’s retro “Head Hunter” t-shirts (Available at the GHWShop). Jake’s grin broadens, now seemingly to forget about the upcoming match altogether, and advances toward the child and places his aviators onto him, very Bret Hart-esque. The woman, looking rather nervous in general, stares at Jake with a disapproving and stern look. Rather uncharacteristically Jake reaches over and hugs the woman before giving her a gentle kiss before continuing on his way to the ring, while looking back quickly and saying something incoherently. The ravenous, bloodthirsty fans, gripped tightly with their weapons of destructions soon to be passed on seem none too apathetic to the genuine family values of the man.
“He may have his wife and her brother here tonight but maybe he should have told them to bring some heat... Why would he even invite them to something like this?"
"Jake isn't afraid to show his family what it takes to be the man of the house I assume. He's showing them 'this is what happens when you screw with me!'”
“In no way could that be the reason for him allowing them out here. Maybe some sort of self mental advantage, it's what I think."
“And, like most of the time, you're probably wrong. Jesus though, these fans seem ready to get involved. Maybe neither Demon or Jake will be able to get out alive..."
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 Charlie. His theme music slowly dies down only to be replaced with the vicious bloodlust cheers from the audience, who, for the most part, are standing in anticipation, like an arena full of Roman’s watching the Christian being thrown into the lion. 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. Gazing throughout the audience and the weapons amongst them, he realizes he’s in for quite the bumpy ride. Looking past the remorseless set of eyes with his own pair in response, Jake awaits for the arrival of his opponent.
TBC
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The fans sit wiry and anxious from the last match, which proved to be rather impressive. ‘Big’ Al Mulligan Colin ‘The Fuzz’ Jennings. Meanwhile, Charlie climbs back into the ring with the ring official coming in casually by his side.
Charlie Coors: “The following contest is a ‘Fans Bring The Weapons Match’! It is no holds barred, and pin falls count anywhere and the Fighty fighty person’s may use any and all weapons and foreign objects handed to them by the fans throughout the arena! Introducing first...”
Alas, after a few suspenseful moments, the arena lights black out with the exception of yellow lights shining blankly from the titantron and a loud and piercing police siren blares throughout the arena leading into “The Greatest Man That Ever Lived” by Weezer to play 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. The ironic “You Sold Out!” chants begin 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.
CC: “Introducing first; he hails from the “Second City,” Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds! He is the longest reigning Triumph Champion in the history of GHW; Ladies and gentlemen, he is ‘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 long black wrestling trunks with numerous designs and insignias sewn over it 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 “Savior’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.
Al Mulligan: “Jake Diamond, now here's a man that I'm glad to see back here! We've had a whole list of comebacks yet this kid's attitude seems like the best one.”
Colin Jennings: “If by best you mean most obnoxious. I mean look at him! It's been a year and he hasn't changed a bit! Jake Diamond is probably the most self righteous man in the business.”
AM: “And look at how it pays off! He destroys his opponents and wins. Simple as that. Tonight will be no different in this very special match...”
CJ: “Honestly I don't believe that this was the best option for him to pick, I mean the fans hate him... Jake is going to be torn apart out there...”
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 crashing down. 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. Probably more amused by his ridiculous budget for entrances in this company, Jake laughs lightly to himself and continues down to the end of the ramp in usual fashion only to have his eyes catch on to a genuinely attractive woman and a boy, about the age of eleven, wearing one of Jake Diamond’s retro “Head Hunter” t-shirts (Available at the GHWShop). Jake’s grin broadens, now seemingly to forget about the upcoming match altogether, and advances toward the child and places his aviators onto him, very Bret Hart-esque. The woman, looking rather nervous in general, stares at Jake with a disapproving and stern look. Rather uncharacteristically Jake reaches over and hugs the woman before giving her a gentle kiss before continuing on his way to the ring, while looking back quickly and saying something incoherently. The ravenous, bloodthirsty fans, gripped tightly with their weapons of destructions soon to be passed on seem none too apathetic to the genuine family values of the man.
“He may have his wife and her brother here tonight but maybe he should have told them to bring some heat... Why would he even invite them to something like this?"
"Jake isn't afraid to show his family what it takes to be the man of the house I assume. He's showing them 'this is what happens when you screw with me!'”
“In no way could that be the reason for him allowing them out here. Maybe some sort of self mental advantage, it's what I think."
“And, like most of the time, you're probably wrong. Jesus though, these fans seem ready to get involved. Maybe neither Demon or Jake will be able to get out alive..."
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 Charlie. His theme music slowly dies down only to be replaced with the vicious bloodlust cheers from the audience, who, for the most part, are standing in anticipation, like an arena full of Roman’s watching the Christian being thrown into the lion. 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. Gazing throughout the audience and the weapons amongst them, he realizes he’s in for quite the bumpy ride. Looking past the remorseless set of eyes with his own pair in response, Jake awaits for the arrival of his opponent.
TBC