Post by DJS on Apr 24, 2015 21:38:25 GMT -5
Diamond Jack Sabbath/Amy Taylor
"Reign Fall"
WFWF End Game 2015 RP
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"Reign Fall"
WFWF End Game 2015 RP
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I'm looking up. This weather means there aren't many stars at night any more. I have to stay up for a very long time to see them but I could never go to bed till I'd seen them. I remember my Mom used to say the sky was made of diamonds and I'd sit there and ask her what it would take to grab one. And she just said "keep on going, you'll grab your diamond one day." And I thought I did. I really, really did.
And today, on the 25th of February 2015, I'm going to tell you our story in professional wrestling. How it began. How it continued. How it ends.
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A lot has changed since we last had a little chat. Chiefly the vacation of my wife, Amy Taylor, who told me recently that I'd become "insecure". This is for a fair few reasons, I reckon. It's not actually gonna be because I'm insecure. Don't know if you've ever spoke to a woman before (probably not, I mean look at you, you smelly sod) but they like to do this thing where they pick at you, you know? Like, they'll find something really small and make it out to be some Freud shit. And it won't be. She just doesn't like the wrestling, on this occasion. I retired from all of this a few years ago and then suddenly it all started again. Not my fault. I was drawn back in.I'm worried that I've grown an almost symbiotic need for wrestling. For this lifestyle. And no matter how many times I try to leave, you keep pulling me back in. I've bled, I've suffered, I'm a shell. The man I am is not the boy I was, and it's all your fault, wrestling.
But I can't leave. Not yet.
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He's insane. I try to put this face on and tell people he's not, but he is. And he always has been.I remember the first night I met him. We met at a bar, he bought me a drink and he was just...nice. I always remember that. He had this smiley, witty kind of demeanour that no one else had that night. If it were a party, he'd have been the life and soul. And that accent. I never thought I was that good looking and there were better girls than me there that night, but he went after me. The quiet one sat alone at the bar, another terrible date ruined. And there stood Diamond Jack Sabbath, and it was like he just dropped out of the sky.
But I guess that's what psychopaths do, isn't it? They victimise. They know what buttons to press. And he knew that night. And suddenly this outspoken, charming Brit had caught my attention, when he was totally not my type, ever.
I was at a point in life where I was bored. I had my dead-end job. My boring friends. My job-obsessed family. I wanted more. I wanted travel. Maybe he saw that. Maybe that's how he drew me in to his...odd life.
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I think one of the reasons is probably because I've aligned myself with Jayson Garrett. I don't get why, she always said I'd be a great assett to a team. But she doesn't get why I've done this. There's no real riddle to it. Let's face it, I lost. I got into the ring with Samael Ahriman and he became the first man to pin me. One. Two. Three. A lot of people would tell you 'oh, I was looking at the lights', 'oh a camera flashed', 'oh, my shoelace got untied'. No. See what a real man will do is admit his mistakes. Yeah, I said it. Ain't nobody scared. A real man admits when he walked in, thinking things are just gonna be simple but been completely unprepared. I did that and I paid for it. In fact I did worse, I got clever. I thought I could just come back and take on anyone and in doing that I forged my own issue.What Amy doesn't understand is what everyone else doesn't understand. Hollywood Unhinged 2.0...it's a story. We're telling the same story, Jayson and I. We both lost. I was made to look vunerable in a way that I, Diamond Jack Sabbath, shouldn't be made to look. I lost. And Jayson Garrett lost the flavour that kept his tag team at a fast pace. He's just running, but without a chase. We lost. We BOTH lost.
And that's why we're going to win. The world works in poetic ways, it has to happen now cause we both lost. Just how it works.
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For five years I travelled the world with him, on this professional wrestling dream-tour with Jack. Because that's what it is. He told me one day he just watched a wrestling show and decided he wanted to do it on a whim one day. Literally that.And for those five years, I watched as he ruined his body every single night. The fans had no baring. If they cheered, he carried on. And if they booed, he'd do whatever in the ring to spite them, because he loves to rile people up.
I will tell you what I told him rather recently, and that is how much I apologise for him. Really. For every Diamond Jack Sabbath story, there's an Amy Taylor afterword clearing up all the mistakes. That's a bad analogy, Jack wouldn't know what an afterword was if it came and hit him in the face. And I'm sick of it. He does all of this crapand just goes about his life. He's Diamond Jack Sabbath running around being the Innovator of Anarchy, taking names and saying whatever he pleases but we don't live in a world without consequence and I think he likes the fact I deal with his crapfor him.
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I approached Jayson a very long time ago, because he impresses me. The man could very well be a world champion in future. I'm incredibly surprised he hasn't been yet. People have come up to me since we revealed ourselves as allies and said it's an odd pairing, and you wouldn't be wrong. Jayson is about the glitz and glamour with his movie star looks and background. He could walk into a casting office tomorrow and get any part he wants because he's Jayson F*cking Garrett and he does what he wants. And me? Well...I'm not arsed with that sort of rubbishy rubbishness. My priority is coming in and knocking ten different, distinctive types of crapout of you and walking away with whatever you have. But behind Jayson's movie star exterior beats the heart of a guy who's got it in him to be merciless and ruthless, and I dunno what Chase Landon's been doing, but he's gone. He's out the picture. I'm going to make it my mission to bring out a level of ruthlessness in Jayson that he didn't even know was there. At End Game, we've got our plan and we'll action it.
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So I finally had enough. And I finally marched up to him at an XWA show. I know. I hate mentioning that place as much as you hate hearing it. It's a terrible company that spews vile and venom in every direction. It's done Jack more damage than he'd like to admit. And you guys, the WFWF, you're doing the same, dammit. But I digress.I marched up to him and I told him that it was insane for him to keep doing this. After all the pain, the torture, the suffering. He told me once I'd be safe from all of this. I haven't been. Trace Demon had his little cult hunt me down, then I was attacked and fired due to some bullsh*t stipulation. He had me strung up like this was Bedlam. That was back in the day. Well no. I know what Jack has planned for his opponents at End Game. I've heard his plans and it sickens me.
So this time I'm calling his bluff. If he continues this, if he gets in with the wrong crowd again- on this occasion Jayson Garrett- then he can do so without me. I'm not being attacked by the KoKaine Konspiracy. If Jack wants to go after them, this is one occasion where I'm not going to be involved. Because what he has planned for them horrifies even me.
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The KKK did something very, very foolish. They made an enemy out of me. I'm not just another wrestler, unfortunately for you. You may think you know Hollywood Unhinged. You don't know sh*t anymore. I'm not Chase Landon. He's gone. I'm Diamond Jack Sabbath. You've declared war upon Hollywood Unhinged a very long time ago and I might be late into this, but you do NOT declare war against the side that includes me. We're going to take the tag team championships and then I'm going to take the National Championship on the show immediately following End Game. I give the Saviors of Salvation all the credit in the world. I think you're both great. But guys, I'm sorry. This is not your fight. It is Hollywood Unhinged that will put an end to the KKK's reign, not you. OUR destiny. As we both head up the mountain, you're going to have to do a lot to try and stop us, guys.
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And so today, the Twenty-fifth of February, I- Amy Taylor- am withdrawing myself from this war. I will stand by Diamond Jack Sabbath. At the end of the day, I made my choice. I did say "for better or worse" on the Big Day. But I'm not going to be part of this and I'm not going to witness Jack do what he has planned first hand, because if I do...I'm not sure I'll ever forgive him. I've seen him do terrible things to people before. I've seen him ruin lives and soldiered on. But this time, it's as bad as it's ever been. He's as obsessed as ever. And maybe, just maybe, if I don't see what he does, I can look him in the eye and forgive him. But if not...then I don't know what I'll do. But I will have no part of the war that's about to enter his life.
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KoKaine Konspiracy, Saviors of Salvation...this is your End Game. The Reign Fall is here, and if you want any shelter from it...Just Run.