Jersey-Horse: The 'Diamond' Phobia

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated American conspiracy-romance epic coining a 'Martian' expression.

A nod to American conspiracy romance writing, featuring Kentucky Derby fantasy, chess-IQ, diamonds, and even a potential Martian (for Earth's 'special' race education).

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I became interested in chess from an early age which offset my fascination with sports fantasy-fanfare, since sports is more about risky cheers, while chess is about calculated decision-making for strategic 'political' positions. However, these two worlds came together during a special Earth-crusade involving the infiltration of a blood-diamond's empire at the Kentucky Derby and a special horse named Arklow which earned me much glory before I was contacted by a Martian named Endymion. Tough to believe, I know, but sometimes life is all about diagonals and mystery-history (wow).

The blood-diamond baron, a man named Ion, was nothing sort of a James Bond super villain and he intended to cleanse his blood-diamond shipment through Churchill-Downs through aristocracy showcase to clear any insurance-corruption reputation of 'troubles' linked to Northern Ireland and British Columbia highways, and this drew me to him, as I'd been a fan of James Bond movies since college (ha).

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes 'rogue' terrorism-finance woe!

I was conducting blood-diamond shipments research from the hotel I was living out of with my princely-inherited fortunes in North America, and I learned about the gem-insurance activity of the underground involving Ion, and I decided to visit Churchill-Downs for this moment of James Bond history in the real-world. After all, isn't Bond all about hospitality optimism on Earth (hmm)?

My name's Amlan Satan, and I consider myself an Earth-prince of the modern capitalism 'chess' world of journal disclosures regarding the management of intelligentsia-treasures linked to insurance integrity for the modern social-media/'Selfie' culture of consumer-Ego friendship (e.g., Facebook-chess!).

So, I got myself some cool vision and headed to the Kentucky Derby and planned to highlight my spotting of the great Churchill-Downs horse Arklow, which Ion was talking 'loudly' about on social-media, and I put about $10K on him, claiming I was making a 'joint-media PR' investment under the 'umbrella-club diary' of Baron Ion's examinations (wow).

ION: So what, Arklow won at the Kentucky Derby, in one of the minor races, Mr. Satan, but I 'doubt' folks cheer more than me.

ME (Amlan Satan): Sure, bad baron, but perhaps we'd make a media-insurance message about our 'shared' love of Arklow!

ION: Why?
ME: Well...let's say we're cheering for Arklow together, now that he's won his race, as we both predicted, for a 'chess' talk.

ION: Chess...why?
ME: Well, Ion; we'd see some print on social media regarding overground/underground horse-cheers linked to gem-insurance.

ION: Oh, I see...I guess we'd say, "Satan and Ion swapped diamonds and Arklow-media for the triumph, for insurance-chat(s)."

ME: Why not...isn't the whole world and all of GI-Joe after you (now)...couldn't you use the Derby-horse prestige-humor(s)?

ION: Alright...be careful...if I smell some 'newsies' noise, I'll have my bad-guy henchman ("Odd-Job") decapitate your wife.

ME: Sure (thanks).

I couldn't believe it --- Arklow actually won his race at Churchill-Downs, and though it wasn't a major trophy, it was enough to pave his way to future wins en-route to becoming a million-dollar horse in North America (United States). I'd become something of a 'James Bond' journal-writer of diamond-insurance link reports of overground commerce/media inquiry. Meanwhile, folks began 'snooping' with Interpol-relation about Ion's ties to gem-insurance stories and Churchill-Downs (Arklow) entourage (wow).

ION: "So far, so good...it's all been about Arklow and 'modest' insurance journal-writes for media-PR; it's a 'risky' Earth (ha)."

INTERVIEW: So, you're a prince-investor and chose Arklow to be some 'diamond in the rough' for gem-highways journal-media?

ME (Amlan Satan): I conferred with the great Baron Ion of diamond-nets about Arklow's road to paradise with insurance (ha).

INTERVIEW: Maybe this'll become some 'American tale' about diamond-horse art securities, Mr. Satan.

ME (Amlan Satan): All's 'fair' in Earth race distance(s)!

ENDYMION: Do you know why I'm contacting you via this covert cyber-channel, Mr. Satan?
ME (Amlan Satan): You claim you're a 'Martian' spying on humans from the moon, Endymion?

ENDYMION: I wish to challenge you to a stalemate-chess conditions gameplay, to warrant non-invasion of your planet.

ME: You have mind-control powers which you'll exercise lest I achieve a stalemate-chess parallel against you, I suppose!

ENDYMION: What do you have to lose, Mr. Satan, given your 'princely' status and time to while away with your horse-diamond?

ME: You know about Arklow?

ENDYMION: I read about it while perusing Earth social media (cyber-forums); Arklow's made you an insurance chess-man.

ME: Well, if I achieve this stalemate, Endymion...you have to post on social-media it was for a PR-IQ for Baron Ion.

ENDYMION: Alright; it's good art (I admit); let's proceed.

I achieved the micro-miracle chess-stalemate against Endymion, whom I believed perhaps was actually a spying Martian, and afterwards, he kept his promise and posted stuff on social-media about Ion-diamond market insurance folklore, and meanwhile, I got in a mask and used a toy water-gun filled with acid to swap Ion's blood-diamonds in a North Carolina bank with toy gems, claiming I was an adversary-rival minion sent to offer more 'street-conspiracy lore' about diamond-insurance journal writings (wow).

ION: "I don't want any of this 'babes-in-toyland' media-chatter to 'interfere' with my overground diamond-investment chess."

BANK MANAGER: All we assume is this man from an Ion-rival 'empire' was another prepaid insured-gem 'stunt' report (media!).

ENDYMION: I'm in the deep-ocean abyss now, Mr. Satan, a self-exiled isolationist-scholar, studying human society alone.

ME (Amlan Satan): I've met a lovely gorgeous 'lady-in-red' now, Endymion, and I intend to marry her and gift her a book.

ENDYMION: I can guess the book, Earth-prince --- Peter & Wendy (JM Barrie).

ME: That's 1000% right, Endymion; you keep to yourself now (as promised).

ENDYMION: Ha, you still don't believe/confess I just might be a Martian, Amlan Satan.

ME: I don't care...I only care about Peter & Wendy now; farewell, Endymion (and thanks again).

SHELBYE: You're writing a 'James Bond' novel, with me as your 'lady-in-red' now, Satan?
ME (Amlan Satan): It's an Earth filled with the 'richness' of dreams and folklore, and you're my real trophy, Shelbye.

SHELBYE: Alright; don't forget to include a non-intersecting photo-art reference to me, Satan; I don't want street-groupies.

ME: Ha...no worry; I'll be sure to use a 'matrix-generic' image which will nevertheless 'catch' all the lore of this Crusade.

SHELBYE: Wow.

Two years later, I'm married to Shelbye and turns out she's a great friend to my sister Inuyasha. It's become a normal life for me (finally). However, I won't forget those early-days of baseball-cards, comics, capitalism study (Dartmouth) and social-media (e.g., Facebook-chess!) fun which drew me into the 'umbrella-club' of diamonds-and-horses (Arklow) cyber-family (wow).