Post by Eddie D. on Aug 26, 2013 23:01:24 GMT
Tuesday morning, I wake up before Hope does for once, albeit that means waking up at 4:30 in the morning just to get mile 4 mile run out of the way but whatever. I roll over and look at her sound asleep in the crib next to my bed and smile. This makes everything worthwhile, the pain, the blood, the constant insults and threats of bodily harm, just to see her sleeping there.
I tell myself she isn’t ready to sleep alone in her room, truth is I’m probably the one who isn’t ready.
I finally get out of bed and head to the bathroom to wash my face off. I take a long look at the handsome mug in the mirror and can’t help but think of everything Gjenrei said to me last week. He thinks, on some level, that I feel guilty about the things I’ve done but to be honest, it’s the things I’ve done, the choices I’ve made that got me that little bundle of joy in the other room and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
I’m about to head out when I notice something. I turn back to face my reflection once more. It’s hard to see but it’s there, behind the bravado, behind the accolades there’s something missing inside me…
Infamous take and take and take…
Someone said that last week and for whatever reason the words stuck. I’ve heard it before and it bothered me then. I try to laugh and shake the thoughts loose before I head out of the bathroom, checking in on Hope one more time before turning on the old baby monitor, I head downstairs where Spike is scarily cooking pancakes.
Rob: What the hell are you doing?
Spike: Making breakfast.
Dudes got on a make shift chef hat and is burning the holy hell out of a pancake on my griddle with a grin.
Rob: Pretty sure you killed it.
Spike: Huh?... OH CRAP!
He quickly flips it off the griddle and onto a plate before dropping that burned thing in front of me.
Spike: Enjoy.
Rob: Yeah…
Spike stops and tilts his head.
Spike: What’s up man?
Rob: Nothing, just something someone said that’s kind of bothering me.
Spike: Seriously? The great Rob Diamond is bothered by another man’s words?
Rob: It’s not like that, it’s just… Why did you open your wrestling school?
Spike grabs a less burnt pancake he must of cooked first and sits down across from me.
Spike: To give back, why else?
Rob: I don’t know… I’ve been wrestling since I was 17 or 18, been a world champ and all that and…
Spike: You’ve never given anything back?
Rob: Nah, guess not…
Spike: Dude, it’s real simple. Call up those wish people, meet that kid and you’ll start feeling better and then maybe next week you can come down to the school and talk to some of the guys.
For whatever reason that made me feel better, been a while since I’ve really done something out of the kindness of my own heart.
Rob: Yeah? Sweet, I’d love that.
Spike: Good, now stop being the downer of the group, that’s my job.
Rob: Check… So uhh… You mind if I just eat a yogurt?
Spike takes a big old hearty bite of his picture perfect pancake while I slowly take this burned mess and dump it in the trash.
Whose got two thumbs and had to eat a big old helping of his own words this past Monday night?
This guy.
Credit where credit is due Gjenrei, you pulled out all the stops, scouted my Cutter and put me away in the center of the ring. You’re the only person on the whole damn roster who can say they’ve beaten me in IWF, that’s a big freaking deal kid.
Last week ya asked me why after two whole matches of extending the old hand I’d take it back and piss all over you and the answers simple.
We beat you twice.
I’m sorry about that, it’s just, I can only respect someone lower on the ladder than me as long as I see them really busting their balls to kick my ass. Granted, last time we met up in tag action there was another team involved that I guess you could argue botched things up for you but to be honest.
I just didn’t feel the fire from Honorbound.
Not like when you held down Tara Fenix and LET Amber try to take her head off…
But then I must of lit a great big ball of fire under you ass because you came at me hard Monday night and I gotta respect that. You did exactly what you said you were going to do, took my all and gave me just a little bit more. It’s a tough pill to swallow but I can admit when someone was better than me on a given night.
Thing is, that was this past Monday. And we live in a what have you done for me lately kind of world and come next Monday night when you’re in the ring with not only myself and Spike Kane but two other guys who have hardly wrestled a hand full of matches that don’t count losses to us, I feel like it’s going to be a different story.
I’m not going to shit all over you this week Gjenrei, you got enough of that from me last week. What I’m going to do is tell you why I’ve got to remind people of who I am, what I do and what I can do, because in this world it is so east to be forgotten. Ask your buddy Kyle or Angel, yeah they were great over in ncw but here in iwf?
No one even mentions their names.
However, do a little google search on Spike Kane and you could spend a decade reading about the shit tat guy has done all over the damn planet. It’s ridiculous.
See, I don’t want to be like Kyle or Angel, I don’t want to be some forgotten name from some foreign promotion. I want my name to be legend like Spike’s. I want people to aspire to be, follow in my foot steps, trip trying to keep up. I want my name forever etched into the bright lights and forever remembered as one of the best who ever lived.
I want this world of ours to praise Rob Diamond…
Call it convoluted, egotistical, whatever. I’m not here to split hairs about my personal ambition to be remembered. Fact is, when it’s all said and done, I want my daughter to know her father was someone worth remembering.
This coming Monday night IWF is giving me a chance to further my name, my legacy. We all know what we’re fighting for Monday, we all know what’s at stake, the only real question is how far are we willing to go?
How far are you willing to go?
I don’t need to tell you Gjenrei, it’d be a waste of time this week. So instead I’m just going to show you.
I’m going to show you exactly what I’m made of.
Then there’s your partner in crime, Cable Arcane. A man I have tried very hard to like but I keep finding new reasons to hate.
First of all you’re banging this hot chick who clearly is manipulating you, second you were inches from being in the Heir to the Throne finals and then just sink back into tag team wrestling like a whipped dog and third, you and your partner put your hands on Tara Fenix.
Now I’m not going to be that former heel guy who stands on his soap box and tells you what you did was wrong.
Honestly? I’ve done worse.
However, you made the mistake of messing with someone who is somewhat close to me. See, friends come few and far between in this business, Angel and his family are close, personal friends and unfortunately when you lay your hands on them…
It’s like laying your hands on me.
As if it weren’t bad enough IWF was going to throw you a third shot at our titles that you don’t deserve, you had to go and do something stupid like give me something worth kicking your ass about.
I know Falcon was one of your trainers but I wasn’t aware beating women had become required learning.
So look here dick balls and jack off, Monday night isn’t just a night where this promotion learns who it’s next Imperial Challenger is, it’s a night where two men, namely you, get exactly what you’ve got coming to you.
I’m not a saint by any means, but then again, Spike and I didn’t try and gang bang Amber for the sick fun of it.
And Cable, try not to sell yourself too short Tuesday morning when your dreams of being anything other than Amber’s hand puppet are brought crashing back down to reality, it’s already pretty clear who wears the pants in Honorbound anyway.
Keep up the good work, Amber.
I was pretty nervous standing outside of this kid’s room. Truth be told, I’d never done anything like this before and I wasn’t really sure what to do. Kind of wish I’d brought the kid but I guess infants in a hospital is kind of a no no… Weird since their born here.
“Mr. Diamond?”
Rob: Huh?
A head pops out of the room, it belongs to a gorgeous young woman who I can only hope is this kid’s mom.
“Hi, I’m Angela Pierce, Kevin’s mom.”
She steps out of the room and well damn. She looks like a slightly hotter Amy Adams.
Rob: Hi. I’m uhh… Well, Rob Diamond as you know, not to sound egotistical or anything.
She laughs at me, thank god.
Angela: It’s ok Rob, I’ve never done anything like this before. Honestly I wasn’t even sure you’d come.
Rob: Who am I to deny a dy…
Shit, shit, SHIT!
Rob: So Kevin? Cool name. Can I meet him?
Angela: Sure. Right in here.
Stupid dumb idiot face.
So it looks like IWF is going to make me be te guy who asks why…
Why does Cyrus Daniels get ANOTHER shot?
Why is Bernard De Montofort in this match after having done little to nothing?
Why does this feel like Infaous vs Criminal Intent 2.0?
Why? Why? Why?
I’ll tell you why because Cyrus has done shit since losing to us besides beat that guy that everyone else on the roster has beaten, even Thunder Sid which is pretty freaking amazing.
Because Bernard De Montfort is a master cry baby who was “screwed” out of his chance to win the whole Heir to the Throne and has found a way to circumvent even wrestling a single match to prove he even belongs in the ring with us.
And finally because absolutely nothing about this team has changed but the name of the group and one of the members, sort of like when Rage Against the Machine started calling themselves Audioslave but still made shitty music. Yeah that’s pretty much what you guys are.
The Audioslave of professional wrestling
Well I sure do hope Bernard is happy being the Kingsley replacement, I guess anything is a step up from that retard but I wouldn’t go as far as saying you guys actually stand a chance against InFamous.
Then I wouldn’t be doing my job.
What I’m going to say is this, it’s pretty clear what you guys like to do since every time Cyrus Daniels cuts a promo he likes to drill it into our head like a mad scientist.
Cause pain and mayhem.
Winning titles isn’t your prerogative and that’s fine, not everyone was cut out to be a winner or a champion. Not everyone is really meant for this business, that’s why the blood thirsty maniacs are a dime a dozen but never really make it past that first really good character arch.
Where as well rounded sociopaths like myself seem to flourish until we fly too damn close to the sun.
Regardless, I get what your game plan is and it’s to make it as hard as possible for anyone to win this match. You’re not going to try per say to win yourselves, that’d be against your little gimmick, though you won’t argue if by some act of god everyone with talent manages to drop dead during the match and you pick up a very unlikely victory.
Me, on the other hand. I want to win this match. I want to pin any single damn one of you I can after putting up one of the best fights of my life so I can go on to face Lex Sense for the Imperial Championship.
Look, I’m not splitting hairs here, no one has any more of chance to win than anyone else, it’s going to come down to who wants it more, whose willing to go further to get that win. I’m telling you right now Cy, Bernie, you guys maybe blood thirsty maniacs looking to have a good time but what you do for fun, I do for a living.
This, right here, moments like this, I LIVE for them.
I DREAM about them
It’s matches like this that make a man’s career, his legacy. A win Monday night not only secures a shot at Lex Sense, it solidifies you as the best damn wrestler this promotion has to offer.
And that’s exactly what I want.
You’re not wrestler.
Champions.
You’re maniacs.
And that works all well and good in prison cells and war zones but inside that ring you’ve got to have something more to succeed. You’ve got to have that little bit something extra. You’ve got to be more than man…
Mnday’s just another night for you two…
For me…
It’s the beginning of myLegacy.
The kid looked awful, what can I say? He’d been through some pretty intense chemotherapy and it was pretty clear he wasn’t feeling really good.
Kevin: HOLY SHIT IT’S ROB DIAMOND!
Angela: KEVIN!!!
But none of that seemed to matter when I stepped into the room. The kid was right up and out of his bed and quick to give me the sickest high five I’ve ever experienced. Yeah, high fiving is still a thing.
Kevin: DUDE! I can’t believe you’re here man!
Rob: Yeah, honestly? Me either. So what’s up.
Kevin: Oh you know, just running from the devil.
Angela: Kevin!
The kid actually laughed at his own bad joke and I had to join in. He was around ten or so but he was probably the coolest ten year old on the planet.
Kevin: So what do you want to do today?
Rob: Huh?
Angela: Kevin, you know you can’t leave the hospital.
Kevin: Mom, maybe you haven’t noticed but Rob freaking Diamond is here, we gotta do something awesome!
Light bulb.
Rob: I’ve got an idea… If uhh.. Your mother agrees…
Here we go.
I purposely saved Spike for last.
Spike, you’re my best friend, you’re my brother, you’re one of the only people I know I can count on no matter what to be there to help me up when I fall.
I’ve moved in with you on two different occasions when my life fell apart. You helped me through some pretty bad times that I don’t want to discuss.
You pushed me harder and farther than anyone else and in the end I have you to thank for who I am today. If it wasn’t for the lessons you taught me back in the day then the man you see? He wouldn’t exist.
Thing is with every master and apprentice is that at some point the apprentice passes his master by and I think we both know that that happened a long time ago…
I’m not going to dredge up history from dead promotions but let’s just say I’ve got a few more wins over the god of xtreme than he has over the xtreme American dream.
That’s not meant as knock, just a subtle reminder that I can and have beaten you before Spike, that I’ve done it with nothing on the line but pride and respect. I’ve done it in arenas and bingo halls, in front of sold out packed crowds and in front of couple hundred hill billy’s.
I’ve beaten you.
And I reiterate the point because as dangerous as Cyr and Bernie are, as combustible as Honorbound can be, the one man you really have to watch in all of this is me…
Just like I’ll be watching you.
We told each other on day one that we were going to conquer the tag team division and we have, we’ve become the single greatest team in the world today just like we knew we could, but we also promised each other that if it ever came down to you and me that we wouldn’t hold back.
I love you Spike.
I love you more than anyone else save for my little girl.
But we both know who this match is going to come down to. We both know who IWF expects to see outlast the others. We both know that in the end it’s going to be me versus you and only one of us can walk away.
And as much as I love you.
As bad as I feel for you right now…
I cannot let you win this match.
I’m sorry bro, this isn’t about Infamous or which of the two of us is the lead member, this group is and always will be a team effort.
This is about the Imperial title and the future of this company.
This is about who is going to rise above everyone else and take that strap from around Lex’s waist, preferably from his cold, dead hands.
This is about deserves versus wants.
You want that Imperial title to justify everything you’ve been through, your struggles, your hard ships, your life falling to pieces…
I don’t know if I deserve it, that isn’t for me to say…
But I’m more than ready, willing and abe to beat a god half way to hell, my best friend even to goddamn earn it.
Love ya brother.
Kevin: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
Angela: KEVIN!!!!!!!!
Rob: THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!
Surprise trip to Universal?
Check.
Take a sick kid and his hot mom on Space Mountain?
Check.
Best day ever?
Double check.
I tell myself she isn’t ready to sleep alone in her room, truth is I’m probably the one who isn’t ready.
I finally get out of bed and head to the bathroom to wash my face off. I take a long look at the handsome mug in the mirror and can’t help but think of everything Gjenrei said to me last week. He thinks, on some level, that I feel guilty about the things I’ve done but to be honest, it’s the things I’ve done, the choices I’ve made that got me that little bundle of joy in the other room and I wouldn’t change a single thing.
I’m about to head out when I notice something. I turn back to face my reflection once more. It’s hard to see but it’s there, behind the bravado, behind the accolades there’s something missing inside me…
Infamous take and take and take…
Someone said that last week and for whatever reason the words stuck. I’ve heard it before and it bothered me then. I try to laugh and shake the thoughts loose before I head out of the bathroom, checking in on Hope one more time before turning on the old baby monitor, I head downstairs where Spike is scarily cooking pancakes.
Rob: What the hell are you doing?
Spike: Making breakfast.
Dudes got on a make shift chef hat and is burning the holy hell out of a pancake on my griddle with a grin.
Rob: Pretty sure you killed it.
Spike: Huh?... OH CRAP!
He quickly flips it off the griddle and onto a plate before dropping that burned thing in front of me.
Spike: Enjoy.
Rob: Yeah…
Spike stops and tilts his head.
Spike: What’s up man?
Rob: Nothing, just something someone said that’s kind of bothering me.
Spike: Seriously? The great Rob Diamond is bothered by another man’s words?
Rob: It’s not like that, it’s just… Why did you open your wrestling school?
Spike grabs a less burnt pancake he must of cooked first and sits down across from me.
Spike: To give back, why else?
Rob: I don’t know… I’ve been wrestling since I was 17 or 18, been a world champ and all that and…
Spike: You’ve never given anything back?
Rob: Nah, guess not…
Spike: Dude, it’s real simple. Call up those wish people, meet that kid and you’ll start feeling better and then maybe next week you can come down to the school and talk to some of the guys.
For whatever reason that made me feel better, been a while since I’ve really done something out of the kindness of my own heart.
Rob: Yeah? Sweet, I’d love that.
Spike: Good, now stop being the downer of the group, that’s my job.
Rob: Check… So uhh… You mind if I just eat a yogurt?
Spike takes a big old hearty bite of his picture perfect pancake while I slowly take this burned mess and dump it in the trash.
Whose got two thumbs and had to eat a big old helping of his own words this past Monday night?
This guy.
Credit where credit is due Gjenrei, you pulled out all the stops, scouted my Cutter and put me away in the center of the ring. You’re the only person on the whole damn roster who can say they’ve beaten me in IWF, that’s a big freaking deal kid.
Last week ya asked me why after two whole matches of extending the old hand I’d take it back and piss all over you and the answers simple.
We beat you twice.
I’m sorry about that, it’s just, I can only respect someone lower on the ladder than me as long as I see them really busting their balls to kick my ass. Granted, last time we met up in tag action there was another team involved that I guess you could argue botched things up for you but to be honest.
I just didn’t feel the fire from Honorbound.
Not like when you held down Tara Fenix and LET Amber try to take her head off…
But then I must of lit a great big ball of fire under you ass because you came at me hard Monday night and I gotta respect that. You did exactly what you said you were going to do, took my all and gave me just a little bit more. It’s a tough pill to swallow but I can admit when someone was better than me on a given night.
Thing is, that was this past Monday. And we live in a what have you done for me lately kind of world and come next Monday night when you’re in the ring with not only myself and Spike Kane but two other guys who have hardly wrestled a hand full of matches that don’t count losses to us, I feel like it’s going to be a different story.
I’m not going to shit all over you this week Gjenrei, you got enough of that from me last week. What I’m going to do is tell you why I’ve got to remind people of who I am, what I do and what I can do, because in this world it is so east to be forgotten. Ask your buddy Kyle or Angel, yeah they were great over in ncw but here in iwf?
No one even mentions their names.
However, do a little google search on Spike Kane and you could spend a decade reading about the shit tat guy has done all over the damn planet. It’s ridiculous.
See, I don’t want to be like Kyle or Angel, I don’t want to be some forgotten name from some foreign promotion. I want my name to be legend like Spike’s. I want people to aspire to be, follow in my foot steps, trip trying to keep up. I want my name forever etched into the bright lights and forever remembered as one of the best who ever lived.
I want this world of ours to praise Rob Diamond…
Call it convoluted, egotistical, whatever. I’m not here to split hairs about my personal ambition to be remembered. Fact is, when it’s all said and done, I want my daughter to know her father was someone worth remembering.
This coming Monday night IWF is giving me a chance to further my name, my legacy. We all know what we’re fighting for Monday, we all know what’s at stake, the only real question is how far are we willing to go?
How far are you willing to go?
I don’t need to tell you Gjenrei, it’d be a waste of time this week. So instead I’m just going to show you.
I’m going to show you exactly what I’m made of.
Then there’s your partner in crime, Cable Arcane. A man I have tried very hard to like but I keep finding new reasons to hate.
First of all you’re banging this hot chick who clearly is manipulating you, second you were inches from being in the Heir to the Throne finals and then just sink back into tag team wrestling like a whipped dog and third, you and your partner put your hands on Tara Fenix.
Now I’m not going to be that former heel guy who stands on his soap box and tells you what you did was wrong.
Honestly? I’ve done worse.
However, you made the mistake of messing with someone who is somewhat close to me. See, friends come few and far between in this business, Angel and his family are close, personal friends and unfortunately when you lay your hands on them…
It’s like laying your hands on me.
As if it weren’t bad enough IWF was going to throw you a third shot at our titles that you don’t deserve, you had to go and do something stupid like give me something worth kicking your ass about.
I know Falcon was one of your trainers but I wasn’t aware beating women had become required learning.
So look here dick balls and jack off, Monday night isn’t just a night where this promotion learns who it’s next Imperial Challenger is, it’s a night where two men, namely you, get exactly what you’ve got coming to you.
I’m not a saint by any means, but then again, Spike and I didn’t try and gang bang Amber for the sick fun of it.
And Cable, try not to sell yourself too short Tuesday morning when your dreams of being anything other than Amber’s hand puppet are brought crashing back down to reality, it’s already pretty clear who wears the pants in Honorbound anyway.
Keep up the good work, Amber.
I was pretty nervous standing outside of this kid’s room. Truth be told, I’d never done anything like this before and I wasn’t really sure what to do. Kind of wish I’d brought the kid but I guess infants in a hospital is kind of a no no… Weird since their born here.
“Mr. Diamond?”
Rob: Huh?
A head pops out of the room, it belongs to a gorgeous young woman who I can only hope is this kid’s mom.
“Hi, I’m Angela Pierce, Kevin’s mom.”
She steps out of the room and well damn. She looks like a slightly hotter Amy Adams.
Rob: Hi. I’m uhh… Well, Rob Diamond as you know, not to sound egotistical or anything.
She laughs at me, thank god.
Angela: It’s ok Rob, I’ve never done anything like this before. Honestly I wasn’t even sure you’d come.
Rob: Who am I to deny a dy…
Shit, shit, SHIT!
Rob: So Kevin? Cool name. Can I meet him?
Angela: Sure. Right in here.
Stupid dumb idiot face.
So it looks like IWF is going to make me be te guy who asks why…
Why does Cyrus Daniels get ANOTHER shot?
Why is Bernard De Montofort in this match after having done little to nothing?
Why does this feel like Infaous vs Criminal Intent 2.0?
Why? Why? Why?
I’ll tell you why because Cyrus has done shit since losing to us besides beat that guy that everyone else on the roster has beaten, even Thunder Sid which is pretty freaking amazing.
Because Bernard De Montfort is a master cry baby who was “screwed” out of his chance to win the whole Heir to the Throne and has found a way to circumvent even wrestling a single match to prove he even belongs in the ring with us.
And finally because absolutely nothing about this team has changed but the name of the group and one of the members, sort of like when Rage Against the Machine started calling themselves Audioslave but still made shitty music. Yeah that’s pretty much what you guys are.
The Audioslave of professional wrestling
Well I sure do hope Bernard is happy being the Kingsley replacement, I guess anything is a step up from that retard but I wouldn’t go as far as saying you guys actually stand a chance against InFamous.
Then I wouldn’t be doing my job.
What I’m going to say is this, it’s pretty clear what you guys like to do since every time Cyrus Daniels cuts a promo he likes to drill it into our head like a mad scientist.
Cause pain and mayhem.
Winning titles isn’t your prerogative and that’s fine, not everyone was cut out to be a winner or a champion. Not everyone is really meant for this business, that’s why the blood thirsty maniacs are a dime a dozen but never really make it past that first really good character arch.
Where as well rounded sociopaths like myself seem to flourish until we fly too damn close to the sun.
Regardless, I get what your game plan is and it’s to make it as hard as possible for anyone to win this match. You’re not going to try per say to win yourselves, that’d be against your little gimmick, though you won’t argue if by some act of god everyone with talent manages to drop dead during the match and you pick up a very unlikely victory.
Me, on the other hand. I want to win this match. I want to pin any single damn one of you I can after putting up one of the best fights of my life so I can go on to face Lex Sense for the Imperial Championship.
Look, I’m not splitting hairs here, no one has any more of chance to win than anyone else, it’s going to come down to who wants it more, whose willing to go further to get that win. I’m telling you right now Cy, Bernie, you guys maybe blood thirsty maniacs looking to have a good time but what you do for fun, I do for a living.
This, right here, moments like this, I LIVE for them.
I DREAM about them
It’s matches like this that make a man’s career, his legacy. A win Monday night not only secures a shot at Lex Sense, it solidifies you as the best damn wrestler this promotion has to offer.
And that’s exactly what I want.
You’re not wrestler.
Champions.
You’re maniacs.
And that works all well and good in prison cells and war zones but inside that ring you’ve got to have something more to succeed. You’ve got to have that little bit something extra. You’ve got to be more than man…
Mnday’s just another night for you two…
For me…
It’s the beginning of myLegacy.
The kid looked awful, what can I say? He’d been through some pretty intense chemotherapy and it was pretty clear he wasn’t feeling really good.
Kevin: HOLY SHIT IT’S ROB DIAMOND!
Angela: KEVIN!!!
But none of that seemed to matter when I stepped into the room. The kid was right up and out of his bed and quick to give me the sickest high five I’ve ever experienced. Yeah, high fiving is still a thing.
Kevin: DUDE! I can’t believe you’re here man!
Rob: Yeah, honestly? Me either. So what’s up.
Kevin: Oh you know, just running from the devil.
Angela: Kevin!
The kid actually laughed at his own bad joke and I had to join in. He was around ten or so but he was probably the coolest ten year old on the planet.
Kevin: So what do you want to do today?
Rob: Huh?
Angela: Kevin, you know you can’t leave the hospital.
Kevin: Mom, maybe you haven’t noticed but Rob freaking Diamond is here, we gotta do something awesome!
Light bulb.
Rob: I’ve got an idea… If uhh.. Your mother agrees…
Here we go.
I purposely saved Spike for last.
Spike, you’re my best friend, you’re my brother, you’re one of the only people I know I can count on no matter what to be there to help me up when I fall.
I’ve moved in with you on two different occasions when my life fell apart. You helped me through some pretty bad times that I don’t want to discuss.
You pushed me harder and farther than anyone else and in the end I have you to thank for who I am today. If it wasn’t for the lessons you taught me back in the day then the man you see? He wouldn’t exist.
Thing is with every master and apprentice is that at some point the apprentice passes his master by and I think we both know that that happened a long time ago…
I’m not going to dredge up history from dead promotions but let’s just say I’ve got a few more wins over the god of xtreme than he has over the xtreme American dream.
That’s not meant as knock, just a subtle reminder that I can and have beaten you before Spike, that I’ve done it with nothing on the line but pride and respect. I’ve done it in arenas and bingo halls, in front of sold out packed crowds and in front of couple hundred hill billy’s.
I’ve beaten you.
And I reiterate the point because as dangerous as Cyr and Bernie are, as combustible as Honorbound can be, the one man you really have to watch in all of this is me…
Just like I’ll be watching you.
We told each other on day one that we were going to conquer the tag team division and we have, we’ve become the single greatest team in the world today just like we knew we could, but we also promised each other that if it ever came down to you and me that we wouldn’t hold back.
I love you Spike.
I love you more than anyone else save for my little girl.
But we both know who this match is going to come down to. We both know who IWF expects to see outlast the others. We both know that in the end it’s going to be me versus you and only one of us can walk away.
And as much as I love you.
As bad as I feel for you right now…
I cannot let you win this match.
I’m sorry bro, this isn’t about Infamous or which of the two of us is the lead member, this group is and always will be a team effort.
This is about the Imperial title and the future of this company.
This is about who is going to rise above everyone else and take that strap from around Lex’s waist, preferably from his cold, dead hands.
This is about deserves versus wants.
You want that Imperial title to justify everything you’ve been through, your struggles, your hard ships, your life falling to pieces…
I don’t know if I deserve it, that isn’t for me to say…
But I’m more than ready, willing and abe to beat a god half way to hell, my best friend even to goddamn earn it.
Love ya brother.
Kevin: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
Angela: KEVIN!!!!!!!!
Rob: THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!
Surprise trip to Universal?
Check.
Take a sick kid and his hot mom on Space Mountain?
Check.
Best day ever?
Double check.
Well howdy there pardner.