Diamondback
Who Is Forever?
Spinebuster Wrestling (show unknown)
"Frantic" hit the speakers. It was time for Diamondback. He was scheduled to have what could be considered the biggest match of his life tonight. After winning Crimson Fist of Glory, he wanted to make an appearance. A memorable one.
He stepped out, in his black wrestling attire. DB looked around at the crowd and ran his fingers over the beard before walking down the aisle, staring blankly at the Spinebuster crowd.
He slithered under the bottom rope and went to center ring. He extended his arms wide, his palms up, as if calling for cheers from the crowd. He didn't get any though. Diamondback shook his head and motioned for a microphone from the ring announcer.
"Welcome to Spinebuster Wrestling, you miserable nothings." He waited for the boos and got them. "I am Diamondback. And you better get used to the name, because since I arrived here one short week ago, plans have changed.
"I bet you were expecting some happy good-guy to win that huge Crimson Fist of Glory match last week. Too bad. This is the real world. The bad guys win here. For 13 years, I have been fighting and winning. For 13 years the fans have booed me and cheered me. But none of you people out there can help me one bit in here.
"So why don't you all just shut up and see how to become successful."
The fans continued booing him. His in-your-face attitude was one that just incited hate. His manner, his voice. It all made him hated, no matter what he said. He could probably get booed reading from the Bible if he tried hard enough.
"Nobody understood why I survived through everybody on this roster. Nobody understood how I could win. So that's fine. I like to teach stupid fucks how I do everything I show them. So I went up to J. Leslie Voss and I told him, flat out, I want you to find me the toughest son of a bitch in the world. And I want to fight him at the next show.
"And God bless Voss," Diamondback said to boos. "He found me a man from 21st Century Wrestling. He found me a man named Derecho."
Some fans got a pop from the mention of Derecho, a former superstar in the XWF, jOlt and Tornado Wrestling, just to name a few. He had four World Titles to his name, several secondary titles and a hardcore title to his credit.
"But don't get too excited. I won last month because I deserved it. And I'm gonna win tonight because I deserve it. I've won three world titles. If there was a title to be won, I won it.
"So, some of you know who my opponent tonight is. I know OF him. I've never wrestled him. I've seen some of him. All I know is one thing. That diamond's are forever. And I am forever."
Diamondback dropped the microphone to his side. Music hit the system. But it wasn't Diamondback's.
It was "Live Again" by Sevendust.
The fans erupt in cheer when the man.. the myth... the uhm... wrestler... Derecho walked out from the back, but in sort of a new style look. Instead of his traditional blue shirt and khaki pants, he sported a black and silver shirt with black and sliver tights. The shirt he wore said "Forever" across the front of it. Derecho looked at Diamondback in the ring without any expression. Instead, he just climbed onto the ring apron and stepped between the ropes. Daringly, he walked right up to Diamondback and snatched the microphone right out of his hands.
"Cut my music"
The music dies off and the fans are left chanting DER-E-CHO! Derecho looks around and accepts the praise from the audience.
"I was invited here tonight and was told that I was going to be facing somebody if the invitation was accepted. Seeing how 21st Century Wrestling is going through a bit of downtime, I've decided to take the offer, and as you can see, I'm standing right here, LIVE, in Spinebuster Wrestling!"
A Cheap Pop from the fans ensues, but dies down as Derecho continues to speak.
"Now Diamondback... unless my ears deceived me, and they may have from the numerous chair shots I've taken over the years, I could sworn you say that you were forever?"
The fans boo.
"Do me a favor... look at this shirt and read it for me. No wait... no sense in challenging whatever mental skills you have... I'll do it for you. The shirt says Forever. Only I am forever. I was forever before forever existed. You think you're forever just because you're a diamond of sorts. Well, let me tell you something. Diamonds are NOT forever. They can be cut, broken down, and grinded into dust.... just like I'm going to do to you tonight."
The people cheer loudly as Derecho stares at Diamondback with a cocky smirk across his face.
"So later tonight.. one on one... we will solve this little problem we have with nicknames because later tonight, in the center of this ring, I will once again prove that only legends get remembered and that I am......."
The crowd then yells "FOREVER"
"Oh...... what the hell.... one more time for old time's sake. Diamondback... darkness is calling, and your time is running out."
Derecho tosses down the mic and leaves the ring, but before he can completely step through the ropes, Diamondback charges in and delivers a forearm blow across the back of Derecho, stunning him. He pulls Derecho back into the ring and opens up with jarring right hands across the chin, rocking Derecho's head back. He is about to whip Derecho across the ring, but Derecho held onto the arm and went for a reversal, but instead, he pulls Diamondback into him where Derecho maneuvers into position and nails one of his favorite moves, the side russian leg sweep. Derecho quickly rises to his feet and calls for the Vortex DDT! The fans are on their feet, cheering and screaming at the top of their lungs.
Derecho bends down and picks Diamondback up off the canvas and firmly placing him between his legs. Derecho lifts Diamondback up onto one shoulder, but before Derecho can complete the sequence, Diamondback slips off and lands on his feet. Upon landing, Diamondback drops to the canvas and quickly rolls out of the ring, pointing to his head for smarts.
"Frantic" hits the speakers once again as Derecho paces back and forth in the ring, obviously irate. The people boo Diamondback as he backpeddals up the entrance ramp, taunting Derecho as he goes.
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