Post by Eddie D. on Aug 20, 2013 20:08:20 GMT
I don’t know what the hell is going on, between Spike and I becoming room mates again to mysteriously getting my kid back, which is freaking awesome, but there were no strings attached and on top of that all of my charges from the drunk fight a few months ago? Dropped… I know, I should be ecstatic… If it weren’t for the fact that my buddy Kyle gave me the name and number of a dude who could totally pull some illegal strings for me to get this exact out come…
So I’m a little less than thrilled that I totally didn’t call him and everything just sort of fell into my lap. It doesn’t feel right. Which is why I’m calling the bird brained sob right now… But of course he isn’t answering which just fuels my fire more.
Rob: Kyle. Rob. Dude, call me back, ASAP!
I hang up just as I get to Simon’s door, well, what’s left of it after Angel and Doc crashed through his office last night. Pretty awesome fight if you ask me. However I’m still pretty perplexed why the boss man asked me here. I mean, I’m no stranger to having sit downs with the boss, it just usually has to do with indecent exposure and stuff… Anyway just before knocking my boy Spike comes around the corner. He don’t look terribly happy but who would in his situation? I knock
Simon: Come in.
We step through like a couple of pimps, correcting the collar on my sports jacket that I’m wearing over my new #BestTAGTEAMinTHEworld shirt, pretty sure that slogan isn’t trade marked yet.
Rob: So ya wanted to see us boss?
Simon: Yes I did, please have a seat.
I laugh, he scowls. It’s funny because Angel totally went through his desk last night and he’s sitting behind a folding table in this really intimidating looking chair. Awesome. I grab the steel chair in front of his foldng table, nodding at the wall I remark.
Rob: Love what you’ve done with the place.
Simon: Yes…
He sighs, I smirk, it’s all in fun. Spike grabs the chair next to me.
Simon: Look gentlemen, I’m going to make this brief. I’m sure you’re some what aware of the charity work our company does?
Spike: Yeah, you sponsor Crossroads and a few other things. Why?
Simon: Well one of the groups we work with is the Make a Wish foundation.
Rob: O… Kay…
Simon: And while they generally ask for Joe or Cross to come down and meet with the kids we’ve had some requests for the both you… One especially for you Rob that comes in every day… Since the company opened.
Huh…
Rob: No shit?
Spike: I’m guessing his brains rotting from the inside then?
Rob: HEY! Why am I just hearing about this?
Simon: Well, I had assumed, based on your demeanor when you first arrived that you wouldn’t be interested in talking to a sick kid, however-
Rob: Spike and I bailed out Joe Everyman so you figure we won’t hurt a dying kid’s feelings?
He drops his head a little and sighs.
Simon: Essentially.
Dying kid wants to meet us? Interesting.
Rob: You say he’s been asking to see me for months?
Spike: That alone makes this worth while, I wanna see what the Rob Diamond fan looks like.
Simon: Well apparently he’s an avid Infamous fan.
Rob: Well we are…
I point to my new tee.
Simon: I am aware. So would you like to meet him?
Rob: Sure, I’d love to.
This should be fun. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? Anyway, we all shake hands, he hands me the name and number of a woman to call who can hook me up with this kid. I’m still pretty shocked. We’re about to head out of his office but he calls Spike back in, I just nod at him and turn when I see something, rather, someone that catches my eye…[/color]
Rob: Kate?
Open on the ever sexy smile of Rob Diamond, pan back in the ever sexy package that is my body and wallow in the misery that is your own sex starved self.
Sucks being lower middle class, doesn’t it? J/K!
Rob: For those of you who missed it, HASHTAG BEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD IS STILL TRENDING WORLD WIDE BITCHES!!!!!!!!!
Damn right and it’s at just this moment that I slap my brand spanking new InFamous shirt with that exact same logo back on, sorry ladies.
Rob: Man, it’s getting harder and harder to come out here week after week, month after month and tell you that I FREAKING TOLD YOU SO!
It really isn’t though.
Rob: Spike and I walked in tag team champions, fought a damn hard fight and we WALKED OUT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Hell, at this point, Spike and I are the MOST DOMINATING CHAMPIONS IN IWF!!! I mean, yeah, you’ve got your Bushido and you’ve got your Ryan Blade but have those guys really cut down ALL the competition in their division? I mean have they really laid waste to EVERY challenge that’s stepped before them. They both have losses. They both have blemished records. InFamous? UN MOTHER TRUCKING DEFEATED!
It feels so good I just got to crotch chop!
Rob: But that’s enough gloating baby because this week InFamous is taking a time out.
Awww, frowny face.
Rob: BUT NEVER FEAR! Rob Diamond is here and he’s back in singles competition! Taking on the one, the only, one half of one half of the teams we totally raped this past Sunday night live on pay per view, he is the PUSSIFIED KING OF THE DEATH MATCH!!!!!! GJENREI!!!!!
I make ooowwwwing and aaaahhhhing noises with my mouth.
Rob: I say pussified because after watching all that sweet death match video on youtube I see we’re about two years too late to actually give a shit about you. And when I say give a shit about you, what I mean is that now that you are totally unable to do anything but your cute little monkey flips and kickidy kicks you’re essentially a ball-less man trying to make it in a world filled to the brim with hairy ones. See, last week I think you misunderstood my little words of warning and took them as some sort of modest boasting.
Tsk tsk.
Rob: I was trying to save your insurance company the cost of re-building your spine after Spike and I got done beating the living shit out of you. See, I’m kind of a nice guy, a nice guy with a wicked mean streak and a short temper and some would call me a bully… I’m really not a nice guy now that I think of it but I decided to give you a little heads up, Gjen. Because seeing as your little team hasn’t really wrestled any actual tag teams since InFamous shoved it’s collective boots up your collective asses I was worried you’d be a little rusty as to what an ass whipping feels like. Spike and I specialize in those.
It’s a gift.
Rob: But hey, don’t take my word for it Gjen, go ahead and look up my youtube videos that aren’t from like two years ago and aren’t against some nameless Japanese jobber that never had a chance to begin with. I mean if you wanna sit here and split hairs and talk about the careers I’ve ended compared to the careers you’ve ended, I feel like my list is going to be a little more impressive. Not to mention the laundry list of people I’ve just straight up embarrassed in the ring but hey while going three full fucking months without losing a match.
Oh you didn’t know?
Rob: Yeah, that’s right, I haven’t lost a single match since I got here, tag or other wise. Though I’m sure you can say the same, can’t ya? You can’t? Well that’s just awful after all you are so freaking amazing with all the missed title opportunities you’ve had and epic almost but never where victories.
Do they speak sarcasm in Japan?
Rob: Fact is Gjen, I could give a damn if you give a damn about how damn dangerous I am. What I do give a damn about is what happens in the center of that ring this week and this week? InFamous continues to reign supreme in IWF when Rob Diamond takes the lesser half, lesser known, lesser valued member of a lesser team and beats his face in to the point that he’s going to need a MUCH bigger mask to cover the scars I’m about to leave. Don’t believe me? That’s cool. Want me to live up to the hype? That’s fine. I’d gladly add another name to the list of careers I’ve brought to an abrupt end.
Heh, just gotta laugh at this shit sometimes.
Rob: Go ahead, tell yourself Rob Diamond is nothing but hype and you ain’t got a thing to worry about. I’m sure that’ll help ease the pain of how badly I plan on beating the shit out of you. Next time you decide to run your mouth about InFamous, do your asshole a favor and plug it.
Palm the lens and fade…
She stood there before me, mother of my child, the woman who played some crazy ass mind game with her sick boy friend to try and get money out of me… Right there… Looking just as beautiful as the first time I saw her.
Rob: What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in jail?
She looked from side to side, like she was worried about something, then she grabbed my hands.
Kate: Come with…
We walked past the big hole in the wall and toward the exit.
Kate: I don’t have a lot of time, Rob…
Rob: What’s going?
Kate: Jack took the fall for everything, they gave me a reduced sentence if I testified against him and signed Hope over to you… When I got out…
She looked down the hall to the right before leading me that way.
Kate: I called Slade…
Rob: WHAT? HOW?
Kate: Kyle gave me the number after I explained to him who I am…
I stop her dead in her tracks just as we reach the exit.
Rob: Kate, what’s going on?
Kate: I made a deal…
Rob: What?
Kate: I made a deal with Slade, look, all you need to know is Hope is all yours… Raise her right, Rob… Please…
She’s holding back tears, I can tell, I’ve caused enough.
Kate: I’m not… I’m not going to be able to see her… Tell her I love her… Tell her… Tell her we loved each other… Tell her… Oh my god, tell her anything but the truth… And give her this for me every morning when she wakes up.
Suddenly Kate kisses me, for a second I resist but then I give in to her and for just a moment everything awful that ever happened between us disappears. For just a moment I feel like there could have been something more here than just some girl screwing me for money. Then she pulls away and before I can say anything she slips out the door.
Rob: Kate wait!
I rush out after her but it’s too late, as I open the door I see a black car speeding away and just like that she’s gone…
So I’m a little less than thrilled that I totally didn’t call him and everything just sort of fell into my lap. It doesn’t feel right. Which is why I’m calling the bird brained sob right now… But of course he isn’t answering which just fuels my fire more.
Rob: Kyle. Rob. Dude, call me back, ASAP!
I hang up just as I get to Simon’s door, well, what’s left of it after Angel and Doc crashed through his office last night. Pretty awesome fight if you ask me. However I’m still pretty perplexed why the boss man asked me here. I mean, I’m no stranger to having sit downs with the boss, it just usually has to do with indecent exposure and stuff… Anyway just before knocking my boy Spike comes around the corner. He don’t look terribly happy but who would in his situation? I knock
Simon: Come in.
We step through like a couple of pimps, correcting the collar on my sports jacket that I’m wearing over my new #BestTAGTEAMinTHEworld shirt, pretty sure that slogan isn’t trade marked yet.
Rob: So ya wanted to see us boss?
Simon: Yes I did, please have a seat.
I laugh, he scowls. It’s funny because Angel totally went through his desk last night and he’s sitting behind a folding table in this really intimidating looking chair. Awesome. I grab the steel chair in front of his foldng table, nodding at the wall I remark.
Rob: Love what you’ve done with the place.
Simon: Yes…
He sighs, I smirk, it’s all in fun. Spike grabs the chair next to me.
Simon: Look gentlemen, I’m going to make this brief. I’m sure you’re some what aware of the charity work our company does?
Spike: Yeah, you sponsor Crossroads and a few other things. Why?
Simon: Well one of the groups we work with is the Make a Wish foundation.
Rob: O… Kay…
Simon: And while they generally ask for Joe or Cross to come down and meet with the kids we’ve had some requests for the both you… One especially for you Rob that comes in every day… Since the company opened.
Huh…
Rob: No shit?
Spike: I’m guessing his brains rotting from the inside then?
Rob: HEY! Why am I just hearing about this?
Simon: Well, I had assumed, based on your demeanor when you first arrived that you wouldn’t be interested in talking to a sick kid, however-
Rob: Spike and I bailed out Joe Everyman so you figure we won’t hurt a dying kid’s feelings?
He drops his head a little and sighs.
Simon: Essentially.
Dying kid wants to meet us? Interesting.
Rob: You say he’s been asking to see me for months?
Spike: That alone makes this worth while, I wanna see what the Rob Diamond fan looks like.
Simon: Well apparently he’s an avid Infamous fan.
Rob: Well we are…
I point to my new tee.
Simon: I am aware. So would you like to meet him?
Rob: Sure, I’d love to.
This should be fun. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? Anyway, we all shake hands, he hands me the name and number of a woman to call who can hook me up with this kid. I’m still pretty shocked. We’re about to head out of his office but he calls Spike back in, I just nod at him and turn when I see something, rather, someone that catches my eye…[/color]
Rob: Kate?
Open on the ever sexy smile of Rob Diamond, pan back in the ever sexy package that is my body and wallow in the misery that is your own sex starved self.
Sucks being lower middle class, doesn’t it? J/K!
Rob: For those of you who missed it, HASHTAG BEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD IS STILL TRENDING WORLD WIDE BITCHES!!!!!!!!!
Damn right and it’s at just this moment that I slap my brand spanking new InFamous shirt with that exact same logo back on, sorry ladies.
Rob: Man, it’s getting harder and harder to come out here week after week, month after month and tell you that I FREAKING TOLD YOU SO!
It really isn’t though.
Rob: Spike and I walked in tag team champions, fought a damn hard fight and we WALKED OUT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Hell, at this point, Spike and I are the MOST DOMINATING CHAMPIONS IN IWF!!! I mean, yeah, you’ve got your Bushido and you’ve got your Ryan Blade but have those guys really cut down ALL the competition in their division? I mean have they really laid waste to EVERY challenge that’s stepped before them. They both have losses. They both have blemished records. InFamous? UN MOTHER TRUCKING DEFEATED!
It feels so good I just got to crotch chop!
Rob: But that’s enough gloating baby because this week InFamous is taking a time out.
Awww, frowny face.
Rob: BUT NEVER FEAR! Rob Diamond is here and he’s back in singles competition! Taking on the one, the only, one half of one half of the teams we totally raped this past Sunday night live on pay per view, he is the PUSSIFIED KING OF THE DEATH MATCH!!!!!! GJENREI!!!!!
I make ooowwwwing and aaaahhhhing noises with my mouth.
Rob: I say pussified because after watching all that sweet death match video on youtube I see we’re about two years too late to actually give a shit about you. And when I say give a shit about you, what I mean is that now that you are totally unable to do anything but your cute little monkey flips and kickidy kicks you’re essentially a ball-less man trying to make it in a world filled to the brim with hairy ones. See, last week I think you misunderstood my little words of warning and took them as some sort of modest boasting.
Tsk tsk.
Rob: I was trying to save your insurance company the cost of re-building your spine after Spike and I got done beating the living shit out of you. See, I’m kind of a nice guy, a nice guy with a wicked mean streak and a short temper and some would call me a bully… I’m really not a nice guy now that I think of it but I decided to give you a little heads up, Gjen. Because seeing as your little team hasn’t really wrestled any actual tag teams since InFamous shoved it’s collective boots up your collective asses I was worried you’d be a little rusty as to what an ass whipping feels like. Spike and I specialize in those.
It’s a gift.
Rob: But hey, don’t take my word for it Gjen, go ahead and look up my youtube videos that aren’t from like two years ago and aren’t against some nameless Japanese jobber that never had a chance to begin with. I mean if you wanna sit here and split hairs and talk about the careers I’ve ended compared to the careers you’ve ended, I feel like my list is going to be a little more impressive. Not to mention the laundry list of people I’ve just straight up embarrassed in the ring but hey while going three full fucking months without losing a match.
Oh you didn’t know?
Rob: Yeah, that’s right, I haven’t lost a single match since I got here, tag or other wise. Though I’m sure you can say the same, can’t ya? You can’t? Well that’s just awful after all you are so freaking amazing with all the missed title opportunities you’ve had and epic almost but never where victories.
Do they speak sarcasm in Japan?
Rob: Fact is Gjen, I could give a damn if you give a damn about how damn dangerous I am. What I do give a damn about is what happens in the center of that ring this week and this week? InFamous continues to reign supreme in IWF when Rob Diamond takes the lesser half, lesser known, lesser valued member of a lesser team and beats his face in to the point that he’s going to need a MUCH bigger mask to cover the scars I’m about to leave. Don’t believe me? That’s cool. Want me to live up to the hype? That’s fine. I’d gladly add another name to the list of careers I’ve brought to an abrupt end.
Heh, just gotta laugh at this shit sometimes.
Rob: Go ahead, tell yourself Rob Diamond is nothing but hype and you ain’t got a thing to worry about. I’m sure that’ll help ease the pain of how badly I plan on beating the shit out of you. Next time you decide to run your mouth about InFamous, do your asshole a favor and plug it.
Palm the lens and fade…
She stood there before me, mother of my child, the woman who played some crazy ass mind game with her sick boy friend to try and get money out of me… Right there… Looking just as beautiful as the first time I saw her.
Rob: What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in jail?
She looked from side to side, like she was worried about something, then she grabbed my hands.
Kate: Come with…
We walked past the big hole in the wall and toward the exit.
Kate: I don’t have a lot of time, Rob…
Rob: What’s going?
Kate: Jack took the fall for everything, they gave me a reduced sentence if I testified against him and signed Hope over to you… When I got out…
She looked down the hall to the right before leading me that way.
Kate: I called Slade…
Rob: WHAT? HOW?
Kate: Kyle gave me the number after I explained to him who I am…
I stop her dead in her tracks just as we reach the exit.
Rob: Kate, what’s going on?
Kate: I made a deal…
Rob: What?
Kate: I made a deal with Slade, look, all you need to know is Hope is all yours… Raise her right, Rob… Please…
She’s holding back tears, I can tell, I’ve caused enough.
Kate: I’m not… I’m not going to be able to see her… Tell her I love her… Tell her… Tell her we loved each other… Tell her… Oh my god, tell her anything but the truth… And give her this for me every morning when she wakes up.
Suddenly Kate kisses me, for a second I resist but then I give in to her and for just a moment everything awful that ever happened between us disappears. For just a moment I feel like there could have been something more here than just some girl screwing me for money. Then she pulls away and before I can say anything she slips out the door.
Rob: Kate wait!
I rush out after her but it’s too late, as I open the door I see a black car speeding away and just like that she’s gone…
Well howdy there pardner.