Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 18, 2020 22:03:35 GMT
"Mister Diamond! Mister Diamond!"
The young, enthusiastic stagehand runs up to Rob Diamond as the champion walks exhaustedly towards his room.
"What's up, kid? Want an autograph?"
The boy shakes his head fervently. "No! No you... you have to come with me. Not to your locker room. We have to go somewhere... else. For like... 10 minutes?"
Rob narrows his eyes.
"What is this, kid?"
The stagehand pauses for a moment before replying. "It's... a... distrac... tion?"
Rob shakes his head. "At least your honest. Why are you trying to get me away from my room?"
"Mister Fowler gave me money?"
Rob sighs. "Let's go see what he doesn't want me to see."
The two of them walk through the backstage area, eventually reaching a room with Rob Diamond's name on the front. Rob goes to open it, but finds it locked. He begins pounding on the door.
"Very funny, assholes, but I'm on to your game. Open the door before I kick it open?"
After a few moments, Jess Fowler gently cracks the door open. "Rob. Can't you take some bait for once? We're a little busy here."
"What are you doing in my room, Fowler?"
"Work," Jess replies evasively.
"What kind of work?"
"The kind that's below my paygrade but important enough that I can't trust it to anyone else," he replies coolly. "Now if you'll please-"
Before he can continue, however, Rob blasts the door open with a SUPERKICK, smashing the door back on its hinges and causing Jess to stagger into the room. There are a few people in there with him, standing among somewhere over a dozen still figures laying motionless on the floor... And the figures all have one thing in common...
"What the HELL??!"
The camera pans around the room, revealing that all of the figures have Rob Diamond's face, albeit wildly differing outfits.
"What is... I can't..."
The camera pans up to the mirrored wall, where words are written in red: "Will The Real Rob Diamond Please Stand Up?"
Jess fowler stands and brushes the bits of door off his suit. "One of these days, Diamond, you'll realize that I occasionally do things for your benefit. Now would you please step away so that we can let our investigators find out what's going on here?"
Rob composes himself and backs out of the room, face a mask of anger. "No need," he replies angrily. "There's only one man... if I dare call him as much... who would do THIS. I thought maybe Steve had stopped him for good... but it looks like Dominicus is asking for one... last... dance."
The young, enthusiastic stagehand runs up to Rob Diamond as the champion walks exhaustedly towards his room.
"What's up, kid? Want an autograph?"
The boy shakes his head fervently. "No! No you... you have to come with me. Not to your locker room. We have to go somewhere... else. For like... 10 minutes?"
Rob narrows his eyes.
"What is this, kid?"
The stagehand pauses for a moment before replying. "It's... a... distrac... tion?"
Rob shakes his head. "At least your honest. Why are you trying to get me away from my room?"
"Mister Fowler gave me money?"
Rob sighs. "Let's go see what he doesn't want me to see."
The two of them walk through the backstage area, eventually reaching a room with Rob Diamond's name on the front. Rob goes to open it, but finds it locked. He begins pounding on the door.
"Very funny, assholes, but I'm on to your game. Open the door before I kick it open?"
After a few moments, Jess Fowler gently cracks the door open. "Rob. Can't you take some bait for once? We're a little busy here."
"What are you doing in my room, Fowler?"
"Work," Jess replies evasively.
"What kind of work?"
"The kind that's below my paygrade but important enough that I can't trust it to anyone else," he replies coolly. "Now if you'll please-"
Before he can continue, however, Rob blasts the door open with a SUPERKICK, smashing the door back on its hinges and causing Jess to stagger into the room. There are a few people in there with him, standing among somewhere over a dozen still figures laying motionless on the floor... And the figures all have one thing in common...
"What the HELL??!"
The camera pans around the room, revealing that all of the figures have Rob Diamond's face, albeit wildly differing outfits.
"What is... I can't..."
The camera pans up to the mirrored wall, where words are written in red: "Will The Real Rob Diamond Please Stand Up?"
Jess fowler stands and brushes the bits of door off his suit. "One of these days, Diamond, you'll realize that I occasionally do things for your benefit. Now would you please step away so that we can let our investigators find out what's going on here?"
Rob composes himself and backs out of the room, face a mask of anger. "No need," he replies angrily. "There's only one man... if I dare call him as much... who would do THIS. I thought maybe Steve had stopped him for good... but it looks like Dominicus is asking for one... last... dance."