The Bass filled first notes of “Even
Flow” begins to blast through the loud speakers as a huge display of dark
fireworks arc their way across the stage forming an immense Diamond. As the
fireworks begins to fall, creating a harsh curtain, the angriest man in
AmeriKKKa steps through, sparks raining of his shaved head and getting crushed
underneath his moving feet. He is clad in his usual Chinese shirt with dragon
logos all, around.
Hailing from Hollywood California, at a weight of 221 pounds, he is the
“The” Jackkkk Diamonnddddd
As he approaches the ring, he makes a
running slide under the bottom rope and stands, posing to the crowd
This should be one incredible match pitting two great wrestlers against each
other, I wonder if Body Count can be ready for him.
He better be, because he’s never met anything like “The”
The Millennium clock hits and the fans
begin to boo. As the light approaches it shows non-other then Body Count in his
usual ugly ripped cloths as he walks out like he owns the place
from Winnepeg, Manitoba, Canada, at a weight of 211pounds, Body Counttt!!!!
Yeah! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Go Body Count
Taylor: You know Pat, you’re supposed to be impartial here, and perhaps
you should just quit your job as a commentator and become Body Counts servant
God knows I’ve tried
Why don’t you sit down and stop clapping, and while you’re at it… Shut…
the Hell… Up!
Ohh, you’re gonna be in trouble if body count hears you.
Body Count Vs Jack Diamond
As Jack begins continues throwing insults at
the fans, Body Count’s patience wears out and he runs at Jack throwing a hard
knee into the center of his back. Jack flies off the apron and lands on the
retaining wall that holds back the fevered fans. Body Count quickly jumps over
the top rope, doing a hand plant on the apron and landing smoothly on his feet
on the floor. He approaches the stunned Diamond, and grabs a handful of his
blonde hair, pulling him back and driving him face first into the steel.
That’s not fair! How dare he assault the King in such an underhanded manner!
It was fully planned don’t worry.
After driving him face first into the barrier
a couple more times, Diamond wanders away in a stunned haze. From behind, Body
Count grabs one of the many wires and wrapping it around throat, he begins to
choke the life out of him. Jack begins going down to one knee as referee Timmy
Peters begins admonishing Body Count for using the cord. Body Count releases his
grasp and grabs Peters by the shirt. He shoves Peters away and turns back to
Diamond who quickly grabs him by the front of his tights and slingshots him head
first into the ring stairs.
Oh my God, Diamond may have just broken Body Counts neck! Hahahaha
That’s my King baby, lets take a look at the replay!
The replay is shown from a reverse angle,
which better shows Count’s incredible impact into the metal stairs.
I can’t believe how much damage these men have thrown at each other in such a
short period of time!
Slowly, Jack regains his feet and pushes hair
out of his already sweat stained face. He approaches the fallen Count and picks
him up. Count is nearly out on his feet as Jack rolls him back into the ring and
follows. The ring bell sounds, officially starting the match. Jack stalks his
fallen opponent spitting profanities and racial slurs at him. Slowly he picks up
and slaps him in the face. Count’s eyes blaze open and his left hand suddenly
shoots out and clamps on Jack’s throat. Jack is too stunned to believe Count
could regain his senses so quickly, and does nothing as Count grabs him and
presses his body over his head. Holding him there for several seconds, Count
finally releases him, allowing Jack’s body to fall forward, landing gut first
on Count’s extended knee in a gutbuster from hell. As Jack rolls around
holding his stomach and screaming in pain, it is Count’s turn to stalk his
opponent taunting him with profanities and racial slurs.
Jack has asked for it, now he has to deal with one pissed off Count
No My liege, look out!
Hey look, a pink haired nun walking a three-legged goat!
Count mounts Jack, locking his legs over his
waist and around his thighs and begins to bash his face with horrific intensity,
brutal left and right followed by brutal left and right. Again Timmy Peters
approaches Count and attempts to get him to stop his onslaught of closed fists.
The momentary distraction allows Diamonds instincts to kick in, and his hand
lunges up, fingers catching hold of Count’s eyes sockets and viciously raking
them. Count stands, turning away and holding his eyes, as Jack follows him up
and irish whips him across the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, Count returns and
is met by a hard elbow block by Jack. Count stumbles, but does not fall as Jack
moves in and grabbing him by the waist turns him dropping him into a side
backbreaker. He follows with several stomps to the head and chest, then pushing
Timmy Peters out of the way he slides under the bottom rope, pushes Sammy
Rollins out of his chair, folds it and slides back into the ring with it. As he
approaches the slowly rising Count, he cocks back intending to slam the chair
into his back. The referee Timmy Peters grabs the chair as it reaches the apex
of its back swing, time enough for Count to nail Jack with a lunging head butt
to the stomach. Jack releases his grip on the chair and doubles over in pain as
Count springs to his feet and grabs him around the waist lifting him and driving
him down into an atomic drop. Jack’s grin is apparent as Count hops around a
few times before falling face first into the mat.
No! Not the royal jewels!
Looks like Jack’s treasury has been busted!
Count grabs Jack and lifting him up, he sets
him up into a superplex position on the top rope. He scales the turnbuckles as
well, and begins setting him up. Jack, throws a few punches into Count’s side
and pushes him off. However, Count lands awkwardly on his feet, and recovers
before Jack can finish setting up for a top rope maneuver. He leaps, swinging
his foot around and nails Jack with a very high enzuguri kick sending Jack
plummeting to the floor below, crashing in a heap. He quickly climbs the top
turnbuckle and dives at the fallen Diamond, crashing into him with a body press.
Count can do nothing to follow it up however as he is busy rolling around and
clutching his own stomach.
Count was looking to finish things off with that move, but it looks as though he
may have done just as much damage to himself.
A replay is shown from the outside of the
ring, beginning with the enziguri and ending with Count’s daring leap. Timmy
Peters stands over the two fallen adversaries trying to convince them to get
into the ring. Count is the first to move slowly getting up, soon followed by
Jack. Jack cocks back and throws a drowsy fist which is blocked by Count who
throws one of his own that connects. Jack tries to walk away but is grabbed by
the hair by Count who whips him into ring and follows. As Timmy Peters gets into
the ring with them, they regain their feet, Count grabbing Jack and executing a
stalling suplex. As Jack arches his back in pain, Count drops a huge knee into
his chest, crumpling him.
It looks like Count might be about to finish this.
Count signals to the fans that he’s about to
use his devastating finisher. He picks up Jack and pulls him across his
shoulders in a torture rack, but as he swings him around to deliver the coup de
grace, Jack somehow throws his legs around his head and reverses into a
hurracanrana. As Count flies through the air, rolls and comes up onto his feet,
Jack does likewise, bouncing off the rope and hits Count with his signature
Double armed DDT. Wasting no time, he runs and pushes Count to the mat as he
waves his hands stalking Count to get up
Pat: Yes its coming!
As the ref counts to 5 Count begins getting up
and by 8 is completely up, coming out of nowere the deadliest foot in the
industy nails the face of Count as Jack lands his finisher the Flash Kick.
This may be it! This may be it!
There’s no way Count can survive this!
Jack holds Count down as he goes for the
Taylor: I thought your guy was Count? Whatever
Vicki: And your winner… Jack Shiny Diamond!!!!