Diamond Dogs

"Diamond dogs, you've hedged your bets, a second chance which you'll never get again..." a woman's voice sings.

A sweep in the black night brightens up the landscape for only a moment. The camera pans out and we see a forest-like setting, but more relaxed. There is no strong winds but only the occasional brisk of gentle happenings, like wildlife. 

"Diamond dogs, all hope is gone, you better turn around or I'll prove you wrong," we hear. The voice is almost ghostly, but has some rhythm and a unique beauty to it.

The relaxing scenery is suddenly interrupted by a picture which flashes on the screen for a quick second. It really unsettles the beauty of the forest and the flashing picture, which seems to change only slightly, seems to make the scenery very eery.
   
"As the branches breathe, through the blackened veins I see skeletal etchings of the faceless wonder." the voice sings again.

From what looks to be a hand camera, we see a view inside the forest. We see crusty leaves which crackle as footsteps stamp on them. The gnarled trees look like ghouls from the night vision on the camera. The bushes look like ultraviolet fires, everything that we seen before that looked so pretty had turned evil. 

"It's so empty here, without someone to blame. Diamond dogs be put to shame."

We remain with the hand camera but the scenery has changed. We see an empty, dirty alleyway and a hooded figure on the ground ripping apart a paper bag. Just as he shreds the bag and starts to turn round to face the camera the scene changes in what looks to be a badly edited transition.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend, but the dogs jump on what matters, on what you crave."

Blackness. A dirty blackness. Specks of light shine through as a scattering of bass notes begin to play. We get slight feedback from the bass which adds to the tension in a creepy way.

"You are stuck somewhere. You can fight back. You have the power," the same voice chants. As time goes on, the voice has got a lot more unsettled and erratic in rhythm.

A pair of hands grab the darkness and tears it up in a similar to the way the paper bag up to reveal two lovers, a beautiful woman and a handsome man kissing in a backroom. The woman grabs onto the man's hair and nibbles seductively on his ear then strokes his face. In a moment of lust, they hold each other close as the bass continues to chirp away, which adds an awkward and unsettling edge to what usually is a loving moment.

"You can brave through the strains and the pains. The dogs and the diamonds will try to halt your success..."

The lovers are ripped away like a sheet of paper, and we see a blank page. 

"The lines fading fast, ink running past tears on the pavement."

A grubby hand points a pen to the paper and begins to scribble lines all over the page. The pen presses right through the paper and starts to rip right through it. The hand drags the pen down so half the page rips away completely. Behind the paper is a greyscale photograph. 

"Who said it was written in the stars? Tonight it's written on his feet. An invisible map points to the violence on the street."

The top half of the page is ripped away to reveal an array of former World Heavyweight Champions. Tommy Lipton, David GS, Darkness and Ethan Taylor.

The bass notes in the background get alot louder and more random.

The camera pans out of the photograph of the former champions to show that it is actually a huge, blown up canvas standing up in an abandoned warehouse. The lights go out in the warehouse while a single spotlight brightens up the canvas slightly. The bass stops for a second before starting up again and transitioning into a more stable beat.

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As the drums kick in, a sharp object stabs through the middle of the canvas and tears straight through the photograph, directly through Tommy Lipton's torso and the object drags sideways through the canvas and goes right through Ethan Taylor then through David GS. The object dissapears then suddenly a boot goes through the canvas right where Lipton's head is. There is now a large hole where Lipton's head used to be.

"The truth may get distorted, the wall scrapings get snorted, I'm on attack so watch your back, you might as well call it a day," the voice says, getting all crackly up to the last word, then it fades away into nothing.

We see a flash and the slightly cut up canvas morphs into a paper bag on the warehouse floor. The area goes black and we begin to hear an all too familiar voice.

"It doesn't matter how long you have been around. It doesn't matter what you have achieved. You see... The past is the past and it is time to move on. Wrestling as a whole needs to move on but more than anything the WWX needs to move on. I believe that the future will be painted Abstract."

The screen flashes again and next to the bag, which still has the pictures of the former champions on it, is a railroad spike, the signature weapon of the Abstract Wrestler Sucio. The screen flashes again and we see hand camera footage again. This time we see a wrestling crowd at a WWX show. Although we can't see what match is going on in the ring the crowd seem into it, not many of them are in their seats, all standing and booing or cheering as they please.

"The time to shine is now. If I lose I may as well start from the bottom rung. But that is only if something beyond my power causes someone else to win, just like what happened when I teamed with Lipton in a cage against Apocalypse. Those two men are my opponents this week along with a man I don't know a lot about, Apostle. And with a referee who I know all too well, Nate Rodgers, it could end up in chaos but no disqualifications mean no excuses. Semi-final time in the James Ranger Invitational. And I'm not the biggest man in the match, I'm not the strongest or the fastest. But I am the smartest. And I'll use what has brought me this far. My mind, my abstract way of thinking. In this match, my opponents will look at a steel chair and intend to use it to bash my brains in. But when I look at a steel chair, I think about how I can use it to torture my opponent piece by piece, slowly, so they suffer more. No one else thinks that way, not even that phony piece of crap Apocalypse. No one knows what to expect. And that's why I am going to win this match, the tournament and the IWA World Heavyweight Championship."
 
The hand camera slowly turns to the ring but it still isn't clear who is wrestling in it. The figures in the ring are blurred. There are around 6 competitors slugging it out. They are moving in slow motion but the fans are moving at normal speed, reacting like they would normally, like nothing is out of the ordinary. 

The screen flashes back to the warehouse, the bag with the former champions on it is still on the floor. But the spike isn't there. It is firmly in the grasp of the grubby hand we seen before.

Back to the action in the ring. The figures stop dead still, but the crowd are still cheering and booing like there is a match going on.

Flash. Back to the warehouse, the grubby hand raises the spike and stabs it straight into the bag.

In the ring, a figure vanishes into thin air. 

We here a giggle from the warehouse. The grubby hand moves close to the bag and stabs it several times.

One by one, each remaining figure vanishes into thin air.

In the warehouse, the grubby hand throws the spike away and everything disintegrates and we go back to the ring, which is now empty.

"The diamond dogs will soon be done..." We hear Sucio say.

The camera spins around the ring, as lights flash inside it. The fans have all gone.

"And the winner of the match," announces Kyla Bonn, "And your new IWA World Heavyweight Champion..."

The screen goes black.