Post by Jake Diamond/Pavor Nocturnus on Dec 22, 2009 0:39:59 GMT -5
Following the in ring clean-up after the surprise match featuring the return of Rurouni, the camera focuses to a focused Charlie Coors standing in the middle of the ring. Harmlessly hanging above him is the formed and arguably most feared structure ever created. Roughly thirty feet in diameter and thirty feet tall, two parallel sides of steel mesh covered in razor wire and the other two sides consist of electric fencing, all concealed with a simple roof of steel, holding all participants in with the lack of any type of door or escape. Waiting inside the ring already stands the unfortunate referee prepared to call the match and Charlie who will momentarily be leaving its grasps anyway.
Charlie Coors: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the King of the Deathmatch championship and it is in the Chamber of Death! The rules are simple; there is no way to escape and it is under no holds barred rules... Any and all foreign objects are legal and the only way to claim victory is by submissions, one fall to a finish... The Chamber will be lowered around the ring once all participants are entered...
Introducing first!”
The already fairly excited 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 as ”99 Problems” by Jay-Z begins to play. In a classic fashion, the entrance tunnel fills itself with sparks winding all around the tube while Charlie Coors announces the man making his entrance.
CC: “Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois; He is the self proclaimed ‘Head Hunter’ and ‘Savior of Professional Wrestling’ and innovated the Chamber of Death match; 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, with matching ring boots and knee pads he appears ready for action. With his short, dirty blonde hair spiked and his black vest with numerous insignias sewn on it in yellow, Jake grins his typical skeleton smile, spread from ear to ear, and looks out at the wild fans through his sparkling emerald eyes. The twisted Jake Diamond pauses momentarily on the entrance stage to let it sink in. Never coming into battle unarmed, this situation is no different as he grips his signature splitting maul in his hand. Looking up at the dreaded Chamber hanging above the ring, a twisted and almost proud smile stretches from ear to ear of the overzealous American, his creation finally returning home.
Big Al: “Winthorp and Darth have absolutely no chance whatsoever in this match, it comes from Jake Diamond’s own mind! Not only that but he has their fate sealed in his hand, no one can out run the splitting maul!”
The Fuzz: “I don’t think you understand exactly how horrifying this match is... It was the sole thing that shook the original Coven to the core... It not only established but destroyed Jake’s mind at the same time...”
“You’re just taking it too seriously! Yeah, it’s a terribly dreaded match where I highly doubt anyone will walk out but it’s not the only reason for those things happening, they were bound to!”
“Well, we’ll see... If anyone has a chance against Jake, though, it will be our current King of the Deathmatch champion. However, given Winthorp’s recent disappearance, it will be to question if he even appears...”
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. Tonight, Jake Diamond is determined to his own mind, not focusing on any of his surroundings, just gripping the maul tightly in hand. 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 boos absorb in; pleased and entirely enjoying the Bizarro world vibe he’s gathering.
“its unbelievable how against this man everyone is! I mean, what would be wrong if he became our reigning King of the Death match?”
“A reign of blood and terror I assume... Jake Diamond will utilize that threat, I know him. He’ll establish himself as the benevolent Fuhrer of Gods and Heretics...”
“A Fuhrer? Good choice of words mister educated... That’s an absurd claim, for the record. Jake Diamond the Fuhrer? Blasphemy!”
“Whatever the case is, Winthorp and Darth are going to have to work together to take this man out, then again, underestimating anyone in this match could lead to the downfall of the rest...”
Jake Diamond, with no strut or swagger, 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 Chamber that hangs above him who he has, himself, a storied career with and allows his euphoric soul to embrace its hate-filled walls. Taking another look at the screaming fans, Jake quickly runs into the cage and climbs into the ring through the top and middle ropes before spinning, rather characteristically, to the center of the ring. With a smirk still plastered on his face Jake quickly drops the maul before he springs his hands straight up into the air in the shape of a diamond before crashing the gesture sharply down. Within the motion a large and singular pyro explosion occurs simultaneously from all the turnbuckles which signals for his entrance theme to quiet down. As it drowns out over the raucous and cheering fans, Jake wipes the smile off of his face and transforms into the cold, calculating machine he is before backing off to his corner, grabbing onto the maul tightly, waiting for his always dangerous opponents to arrive.
TBCB: Winthorp or Darth
Charlie Coors: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the King of the Deathmatch championship and it is in the Chamber of Death! The rules are simple; there is no way to escape and it is under no holds barred rules... Any and all foreign objects are legal and the only way to claim victory is by submissions, one fall to a finish... The Chamber will be lowered around the ring once all participants are entered...
Introducing first!”
“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!”
The already fairly excited 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 as ”99 Problems” by Jay-Z begins to play. In a classic fashion, the entrance tunnel fills itself with sparks winding all around the tube while Charlie Coors announces the man making his entrance.
CC: “Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds and hailing from the ‘Second City,’ Chicago, Illinois; He is the self proclaimed ‘Head Hunter’ and ‘Savior of Professional Wrestling’ and innovated the Chamber of Death match; 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, with matching ring boots and knee pads he appears ready for action. With his short, dirty blonde hair spiked and his black vest with numerous insignias sewn on it in yellow, Jake grins his typical skeleton smile, spread from ear to ear, and looks out at the wild fans through his sparkling emerald eyes. The twisted Jake Diamond pauses momentarily on the entrance stage to let it sink in. Never coming into battle unarmed, this situation is no different as he grips his signature splitting maul in his hand. Looking up at the dreaded Chamber hanging above the ring, a twisted and almost proud smile stretches from ear to ear of the overzealous American, his creation finally returning home.
Big Al: “Winthorp and Darth have absolutely no chance whatsoever in this match, it comes from Jake Diamond’s own mind! Not only that but he has their fate sealed in his hand, no one can out run the splitting maul!”
The Fuzz: “I don’t think you understand exactly how horrifying this match is... It was the sole thing that shook the original Coven to the core... It not only established but destroyed Jake’s mind at the same time...”
“You’re just taking it too seriously! Yeah, it’s a terribly dreaded match where I highly doubt anyone will walk out but it’s not the only reason for those things happening, they were bound to!”
“Well, we’ll see... If anyone has a chance against Jake, though, it will be our current King of the Deathmatch champion. However, given Winthorp’s recent disappearance, it will be to question if he even appears...”
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. Tonight, Jake Diamond is determined to his own mind, not focusing on any of his surroundings, just gripping the maul tightly in hand. 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 boos absorb in; pleased and entirely enjoying the Bizarro world vibe he’s gathering.
“its unbelievable how against this man everyone is! I mean, what would be wrong if he became our reigning King of the Death match?”
“A reign of blood and terror I assume... Jake Diamond will utilize that threat, I know him. He’ll establish himself as the benevolent Fuhrer of Gods and Heretics...”
“A Fuhrer? Good choice of words mister educated... That’s an absurd claim, for the record. Jake Diamond the Fuhrer? Blasphemy!”
“Whatever the case is, Winthorp and Darth are going to have to work together to take this man out, then again, underestimating anyone in this match could lead to the downfall of the rest...”
Jake Diamond, with no strut or swagger, 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 Chamber that hangs above him who he has, himself, a storied career with and allows his euphoric soul to embrace its hate-filled walls. Taking another look at the screaming fans, Jake quickly runs into the cage and climbs into the ring through the top and middle ropes before spinning, rather characteristically, to the center of the ring. With a smirk still plastered on his face Jake quickly drops the maul before he springs his hands straight up into the air in the shape of a diamond before crashing the gesture sharply down. Within the motion a large and singular pyro explosion occurs simultaneously from all the turnbuckles which signals for his entrance theme to quiet down. As it drowns out over the raucous and cheering fans, Jake wipes the smile off of his face and transforms into the cold, calculating machine he is before backing off to his corner, grabbing onto the maul tightly, waiting for his always dangerous opponents to arrive.
TBCB: Winthorp or Darth
