Post by DJS on Dec 10, 2014 19:05:35 GMT -5
One single leaf flutters through the air. It meets another in it's sky-voyage and the two whittle on down into the lower levels of the world, where they stop by a bench, next to a foot. This foot has a grubby, battered Doc Martin shoe. It's clearly been through the wars but looks a lot tougher due to the fact.
"Sometimes there are people in this world who drift in like a leaf. They come and go and no one really remembers them because they're a leaf and there's millions and billions of them growing all day every day. Nothing remarkable about them at all."
Panning up, rising and rising we get a good look at this man as his North West English accent and very harsh tone of voice continues to whittle on. To those in the know, it's very familar. To those not in the know, all will be revealed.
"And then there are others, who aren't like this. There are people either remarkable or mad, depending on who you talk to. Sometimes both at the same time. They move mountains, and fight limitations and generally do all-round bloody brilliant things."
And finally after passing our way past the grotty jeans, the hooded leather-jacket we rest on this man's face. His gaze could pierce a balloon. His badly-dyed blonde hair sits on his head uncomfortably. It's all there, including his snarling, yellow-toothed grin.
It's him.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"Hello. My name is Diamond Jack Sabbath- Innovator of Anarchy, Crown Jewel of Professional Wrestling, exceptional gardener, not a big fan of sprouts, but more importantly than all of that, I'm one of the most honest men you'll ever meet. And a lot people don't like that. Fine."
He shrugs, as he kicks back with such comfort, shoving his feet up on the bench. What better way to spend a wintery summer's eve in ol' London town, the site of WFWF's next show The Clash.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"I've had a lot people question why I'm returning to the WFWF. Journalists, fans, my own wife, the postman. His name's Pat, which I think is hilarious by the way. And I get it- a lot of people return because of money or attention they're missing. But it's not because I need the money. It's not because I'm some failure trying to rekindle the flame. I've got more than enough flames burning in other places so I'm nowhere near that. So far from that it's unreal.
There are a good majority of you who've never heard of me, but you've heard the hype from the likes of Trace Demon. You'll be sat there wondering if you should believe the hype. Well, yeah. Believe it. In fact, whatever the hype is, I dunno I didn't create it, I don't just live up to it- I surpass it. It's a weakness, really. I'm a chronic over-achiever. Last time I was here, I left something behind. I don't truly know if I'll find it again here today, but that's why I'm here. But enough about that now. I'll get to that when then time comes, but I've other things to get past first.
I feel like I should be talking about other people instead of myself. Like, I should be talking about my opponents. Everyone sits around and talks about themselves too damn much but I'm doing that not because I have an ego, not because I have this big gigantic hard-on for myself. Nononono. I do it because I look around at everyone else and I'm so, so...unimpressed.
Really."
He pulls his legs across and slides around, now sitting cross-legged. Quite often when Jack launches into things like this, he finds himself there for quite a long time. It happens so frequently in fact that he's grown completely aware of it, and thus as reflex will make himself more comfortable.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"I'm not the Greatest of All Time, I'm no EBR or DGX, but I damn sure know when I see a threat. There is no threat here. I've been at this a while now. In fact, this company is where I was born, essentially. I've beaten monsters and demons and would-be champs and has-been legends and through all of that, I've seen so many people like yourselves. And it's that very thing which is going to lead me to beating the pair of you, all in one go.
I recently found out I was going to be facing two men in my re-debut. My 'ressurection' in the ring at WFWF. I dedicate that reference to a particular opponent I have at The Clash. See if you can guess which one. I'll give you a clue, it's not Axel Thornstowe. We have an interesting one this week, don't we? Diamond Jack Sabbath vs. a man who won last week and a man who lost last week. I am essentially the middle-man. No. Wrong. Whoever's saying that is wrong. Stop being wrong. Stop being wrong, Axel Thornstowe.
How loud do I have to SHOUT to make you listen, kidda?"
He sits forward, having literally just shouted that last part. Stopping now, or else he'll just keep shouting.
Deep breaths.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"...Or are you just going to sit there continuously texting that girl and getting nowhere? You've got the potential to be something great if you throw away the 'urgghh, I've had a hard life, I'm a dark, mysterious man who dresses like guy Slipknot said couldn't join the band because I was too grungy for them too' thing you have going on. Do you know how many times I've seen that? I've been at this ten years. I doubt you'll throw it away in time for our match, and even if you do it won't be enough. You're still going to be in there with me, and it's still going to hurt you very, very badly. Time to take the stabilisers off your bike and realise you're facing someone far more advanced to yourself in both skill and years, and if you don't pull your head out of your arse soon I'll kick it so hard you become physically incapable of taking it out.
You're not mysterious if no one's wondering, Axel. Better start racking up those victories, or they'll never start coming. Lay the foundation of the house with cut stones, Axel. And with that little bible quote, that leads me onto my other new friend. Daniel Kirkbride, the Christian wrestler."
He lets out a great big belly laugh. With all of the research of both opponents he's done, the research into Kirkbride has brought him with the most intrigue...and distain. He shakes his head, much as you would if you remembered a joke, or an affable person just left the room having made a witty comment.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"It's a stigma in an industry like this to have something like that because we attract such a wide range of people, such people who'll scratch and claw through your life to find that one little thing about you and capture it, use it to define you. I don't do what the others do, as a general rule. So no, I'm not gonna mock Him. My issue is not with Him, Daniel. He is not the obstacle getting in my way, He isn't gonna strike me down and try to pin me One, Two, Three- YOU are. And so my issue is with you, mate. And that leaves us with a great, big, stinking problem. Because when that's all you are, when He is your entire identity, what does that make you?
My oh my. Daniel- you, sir are a terrific talent. You're probably the best guy they could've put me up against. Why, when Amy told me I was facing you, I was relieved that one of the men I'd be in the ring with was yourself. But then I researched you and I found that fatal flaw in you that just really gets on my nerves. You SHOULD be different. You SHOULD be someone very unique. But you're not. You are no different to any "Christian"-based wrestler in this sport. That's your whole thing. You could keep it to yourself and let your wrestling do the talking but no, you flaunt it like some self-rightous egotist. And you can deny that as much as you want, but it's true and you know it is, because it's all you ever talk about. It's all anything comes back to for you, and that's sad. How is that going to help you when I'm Crown Kicking your head in? How is that going to help you when someone like me comes along, when I have a bigger belief in myself than you have in Him? He won't help you when it comes to facing me. He wouldn't dare. That's not arrogance, that's fact.
The pair of you share one thing in common, which might be hard to believe at face value. But in the grander scheme of things, you're exactly the same in that there are so many of you running around in the industry today that if you told me I'd faced you both before, I'd believe you. Christians and saviors and dark warriors and scary drug-offenders. Everywhere. Every minute of every day. All I ever see. And I battle my way through all of them."
He rests his foot on the ground again, draping them over the bench's end, dangerously close to those poor little leaves again, which move and cower, begging the wind to take them away from the mad man sat ranting on a bench and making a racket.
DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
"Sometimes there are people in this world who drift in like a leaf. They come and go and no one really remembers them because they're a leaf and there's millions and billions of them growing all day every day. Nothing remarkable about them at all. The leaves fall from the highest of highs and drop to the ground to be crushed and squished by one giant foot, the owner of which never looks back because it's too busy moving forward onto a pavement of gold. I win this match, I get a match with whoever I want, whenever I want. I win this, it gets me closer to the very reason I returned. It gets me closer to the thing I left behind, and no little leaves are going to obstruct my stride.
I'm Diamond Jack Sabbath, the Innovator of Anarchy. Rustling little leaves? Meet Destructive Stomping Foot.
Just Run."
He stands on and squashes both leaves, leading to that very satisfying crunching sound. He smiles hearing, it's like he's heard music. But no, it's just that big old foot destroy something else in his way, just the way he likes. With that, he springboards off this into a step and takes off into the night.
Can't stay for long. The Clash beckons, and London's Calling.
