Post by Eddie D. on Oct 8, 2013 0:17:41 GMT
A long time ago in a hospital bed far, far away…
ROB, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL
Episode III
Attack of Dominicus
ROB, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL
Episode III
Attack of Dominicus
The world as you know it is over, conquered by a man known as Lord Dominicus, aka Rob Diamond. In one night he managed to defeat most of the Earth’s heroes and declare himself the one world leader. He let nothing stand in the way of total domination, not friends or enemies or family…
There is but one man in this war torn future who cannot believe what he has heard and his name also happens to be Rob Diamond.
Rob: DOMINICUS!!!!!
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Rob rises to his feet and grabs Trent Helms by the collar of his cloak and slams him hard up against the wall.
Rob: HOW! TELL ME HOW HE DID IT!
Trent: You don’t want to know.
Rob: YES! I! DO!
Trent sighs, he didn’t want to have to tell Rob what happened to the people he cared most about but clearly that wasn’t an option. Trent nodded and Rob let him go.
Trent: After the war in Atlantis… Most of the world’s power grid fell, we figured that was you. Without any power places like hospitals weren’t able to function… Without his therapy Kevin… Well… Died…
Rob winces, Kevin didn’t deserve to die believing his hero was the world’s greatest villain but apparently he had.
Trent: After that Angela swore she’d take you down. She gathered together what was left of us and we attacked you head on… It didn’t end well… You ripped her half…
Unable to bear the thought, Rob drops to his knees, vomit coming up in his throat.
Trent: As for Hope… Well… No one is really sure what happened to her… We assumed-
Rob: Assumed?
Trent: Well yeah, with what you did to everyone else we assumed you’d just wasted her too.
Rob: So you don’t know?
Trent: Not exactly…
Quickly Rob gets to his feet, his eyes in total bewilderment that one of his closest friends hadn’t even thought to look for his daughter.
Rob: So she could be out there?
Trent: Uhh…. I guess… But Rob it’s been almost fifteen years since anyone has seen her, I think if-
Rob: What? How many? The hell did you just say?
Trent: Fifteen years, man.
Rob: Holy shit…
Rob can barely stand as he leans up against the wall. For a moment Trent almost looks sorry for him. He couldn’t believe it’d been so long, how was that even possible? One moment he was in the back of an arena, the next he wakes up in this hell. It didn’t make any sense.
Trent: Wow, you really aren’t from this world.
Rob: At least not from this time…
Trent looks away, unsure, he had told Rob he was calling for help but truthfully he hadn’t. He’d done a lot of awful things to stay alive these past fifteen years, things that had been eating at him and now he was staring at his chance to maybe make up for it.
Trent: You’ve gotta go.
Rob: Huh?
Trent: You’ve gotta go, NOW!
Trent starts pushing Rob but he resists.
Rob: Go? Why?
Trent: Look… You… Lord Dominicus put out a strict order if we were to ever see you, shot to kill, but when you didn’t attack me back, when you pleaded with me… I wanted to hear you out… But I phoned this in man and you’ve to get out of here before it’s too late.
Rob: Phoned it in?
Trent just shrugs at him with a half asses smirk. Even at the end of the world he could find something to laugh at.
Trent: I’m the last of my kind and there ain’t no way in hell I’m dying for your world… But that doesn’t mean I want to see it burn. Now listen, you… He stays at the center of the city in that big ass Avengers Tower looking building. If you can get to it and get inside then you might have a chance.
Rob: A chance at what?
Trent: I don’t know, why the hell would you have a shot to kill order on yourself?
Rob doesn’t know but clearly there’s a good reason. However he’s too late as Trent is about to show Rob the door the whole ceiling comes tearing off, above them stands at least a dozen jaegers with weapons drawn on them…
Trent: Fuck.
So I bet you’re all wondering what the hell happened this past Monday night?
THE EMPIRE WAS REBORN!!!!!
That’s what happened and we made Joe Everyman our prison wife out there as we each took a turn pleasuring ourselves via his personal embarrassment and misery.
I know, I know you’re asking your tv screen but Rob haven’t you been on this goody little two shoes kick ever since you found out you were going to be a daddy? Isn’t this like ridiculously out of character for you lately? Rob why would you go and do something so awful like that after you promised Joe Everyman you had his back?
Answer is you can SUCK IT!
I don’t have to explain myself to anyone or anything. I’m Rob mother fucking Diamond and I do whatever the hell I please. If I wanna stab a friend of mine in the back and make his life a living hell then I will. If I wanna steal the wife of my best friend I will. If I wanna just go ahead and take some pour sick kids ice cream ya damn right that I WILL!!!
Point is, what happened to Joe happened because he decided to put his trust in the wrong kind of people. Spike and I have a track record of turning our backs on people when they need us most and honestly, Joe done fucked up and it was high time he paid for his crime.
Now is there a part of me that feels the slightest bit bad for him? Maybe. But to tell you the truth I won’t be having any problems getting to sleep at night. I know what we did we did for the betterment of ourselves and this company and while it may not exactly sit right with me and while I may not exactly like the road Spike is heading down these days he is my friend, my brother and I will stand with him where ever this road takes us…
Which leads me to this week and our latest tag team challengers. Xavier Cross and Ryan Blade, an actual goody two shoes and a smart ass kid that I put the hurting on a few weeks back.
Now I’m not exactly sure what you two did to earn yourselves a shot at us besides beat a team we’ve beaten more times than I have fingers but clearly there is a MAJOR lack of real competition which is why Riley had to dip into the other divisions, throw a couple of random champions together, stir, let it sit and then throw em at us right out of the gate. I’m a be honest, I don’t like your guys chances.
First of all, Ryan Blade? Just beat the snot out of that guy like two weeks ago. I mean the snot. All the snot. He came out here and ran his mouth about some nonsense that no one had time to listen to and then he stepped into the ring with a legend and found himself lying on his back wondering what the fuck just happened.
As for Cross, well that guy just pisses me off with all his charities and niceties and compliments and never say die attitude and his charm and nice clothes and that one time he had us all over for dinner and we watched an advanced copy of man of steel in his home theater. FUCKING HATE HIM! The hell does that guy think he is? HUH! Joe Everyman with a shit ton more talent!?
Bullcrap.
Here it guys, real simple, Ryan Blade? Beat you soundly in the center of the ring just like I said I was. Xavier Cross? You’re everything neither of us ever want to be and we’re the kind of legends you hope to become but never will.
We’re the undefeated tag team champions of the world, hall of fame members, former world champions of a company you couldn’t even dust my balls in, essentially wrestling gods with one of the most powerful stables in the entire history of wrestling now at our command. We’re infamous and the IWF was put on notice this past Monday night.
This company belongs to us.
That ring belongs to us.
You’re titles? They belong to us too but we let you hold onto em.
So boys, keep all of that in mind when you step into our ring Monday night, looking to take our titles because it’s just not going to happen. It’s like one of them scriptures in the bible during revelations, you already know how this story ends, like the devil, you lose. Cast back into hell where ya belong and like the lord almighty, we rise to the top, seated upon our throne surrounded by virgins ready for the taking. We’re the fucking alpha and omega of wrestling, the God and Jesus, Allah and Muhammad, Buddha and a ham sandwich, we are what all ya’ll hope to fucking be but can’t even come close to touching our shadow because we’re so far above you.
I’m not just jerking myself off here, we’ve got the records, the titles and the bitches to prove it.
We are IWF.
We are gods.
God of Xtreme.
God of the American Dream.
Infamous mother fuckers.
So do us a favor and bow the hell down because otherwise we’re gonna have to make an example of you and we all saw how well that turned out for old Joe Everyman, didn’t we?
THE EMPIRE WAS REBORN!!!!!
That’s what happened and we made Joe Everyman our prison wife out there as we each took a turn pleasuring ourselves via his personal embarrassment and misery.
I know, I know you’re asking your tv screen but Rob haven’t you been on this goody little two shoes kick ever since you found out you were going to be a daddy? Isn’t this like ridiculously out of character for you lately? Rob why would you go and do something so awful like that after you promised Joe Everyman you had his back?
Answer is you can SUCK IT!
I don’t have to explain myself to anyone or anything. I’m Rob mother fucking Diamond and I do whatever the hell I please. If I wanna stab a friend of mine in the back and make his life a living hell then I will. If I wanna steal the wife of my best friend I will. If I wanna just go ahead and take some pour sick kids ice cream ya damn right that I WILL!!!
Point is, what happened to Joe happened because he decided to put his trust in the wrong kind of people. Spike and I have a track record of turning our backs on people when they need us most and honestly, Joe done fucked up and it was high time he paid for his crime.
Now is there a part of me that feels the slightest bit bad for him? Maybe. But to tell you the truth I won’t be having any problems getting to sleep at night. I know what we did we did for the betterment of ourselves and this company and while it may not exactly sit right with me and while I may not exactly like the road Spike is heading down these days he is my friend, my brother and I will stand with him where ever this road takes us…
Which leads me to this week and our latest tag team challengers. Xavier Cross and Ryan Blade, an actual goody two shoes and a smart ass kid that I put the hurting on a few weeks back.
Now I’m not exactly sure what you two did to earn yourselves a shot at us besides beat a team we’ve beaten more times than I have fingers but clearly there is a MAJOR lack of real competition which is why Riley had to dip into the other divisions, throw a couple of random champions together, stir, let it sit and then throw em at us right out of the gate. I’m a be honest, I don’t like your guys chances.
First of all, Ryan Blade? Just beat the snot out of that guy like two weeks ago. I mean the snot. All the snot. He came out here and ran his mouth about some nonsense that no one had time to listen to and then he stepped into the ring with a legend and found himself lying on his back wondering what the fuck just happened.
As for Cross, well that guy just pisses me off with all his charities and niceties and compliments and never say die attitude and his charm and nice clothes and that one time he had us all over for dinner and we watched an advanced copy of man of steel in his home theater. FUCKING HATE HIM! The hell does that guy think he is? HUH! Joe Everyman with a shit ton more talent!?
Bullcrap.
Here it guys, real simple, Ryan Blade? Beat you soundly in the center of the ring just like I said I was. Xavier Cross? You’re everything neither of us ever want to be and we’re the kind of legends you hope to become but never will.
We’re the undefeated tag team champions of the world, hall of fame members, former world champions of a company you couldn’t even dust my balls in, essentially wrestling gods with one of the most powerful stables in the entire history of wrestling now at our command. We’re infamous and the IWF was put on notice this past Monday night.
This company belongs to us.
That ring belongs to us.
You’re titles? They belong to us too but we let you hold onto em.
So boys, keep all of that in mind when you step into our ring Monday night, looking to take our titles because it’s just not going to happen. It’s like one of them scriptures in the bible during revelations, you already know how this story ends, like the devil, you lose. Cast back into hell where ya belong and like the lord almighty, we rise to the top, seated upon our throne surrounded by virgins ready for the taking. We’re the fucking alpha and omega of wrestling, the God and Jesus, Allah and Muhammad, Buddha and a ham sandwich, we are what all ya’ll hope to fucking be but can’t even come close to touching our shadow because we’re so far above you.
I’m not just jerking myself off here, we’ve got the records, the titles and the bitches to prove it.
We are IWF.
We are gods.
God of Xtreme.
God of the American Dream.
Infamous mother fuckers.
So do us a favor and bow the hell down because otherwise we’re gonna have to make an example of you and we all saw how well that turned out for old Joe Everyman, didn’t we?
Trent and Rob stand side by side in what’s left of their hide out, the jaegers towering over them.
”Give us Diamond and you may go free.’
Trent: Rob?
Rob: Trent?
Trent: Don’t make me regret this…
Without another word, Trent’s grey hair suddenly flares up into beautiful blond locks as he throws his clock off and reveals ancient Sayian armor. He leaps off his feet and literally flies through the chest of the first jaeger, bringing it to it’s knees
Trent: I’VE BEEN DYING FOR A GOOD FIGHT!!!!
Super Sayian Trent goes to town on the others but Rob doesn’t waste the opening he’s been given and quickly leaps from the rubble of the building. He jumps between the legs of the giant robots and makes for a narrow ally, the whole time Trent’s words are flowing through his brain.
He killed Kevin…
And Angela…
But Hope may still be out there. His daughter, his lovely daughter and despite all the horrible things happening around him he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his daughter. He had to find her.
Rob ran as fast as he could for as long as he could and he never looked back. The last words he heard Trent speak before the noise suddenly stopped were…
Trent: SUCK IT!!!!
It actually made him laugh. Rob finally slowed down as he neared what seemed to be the center of the city, the tall dark building just ahead of him looming over him. Rob looked up and tried to imagine what waited for him inside but it was hard, he knew he was Rob Diamond, in another life he had been Lord Dominicus, a comical supervillain persona he had played on tv but this wasn’t tv. This world is real, this Dominicus is real and he’s dangerous…
“More dangerous than you can possibly imagine.”
Rob was caught off guard by the voice behind him, he turned and tried to raise his hands to defend himself but a force slammed against his chest and drove him hard into the wall behind him. The world was going dark as he squinted his eyes to try and see who just attacked him.
Whoever she is, she’s beautiful he thought but her words send a chill up his spine…
“Hello Father.”
TOO BE CONTINUED…
Fact is you need someone to hate. You need someone to look at and say that’s the bad guy. You need people like us so you know where you stand, contrasted against us you know you’re in the right.
Thing is, Cross, I respect what you do outside of wrestling, you seem like a real good guy, just like Joe. Some could make the argument that you don’t deserve what you’ve got coming your way and I’d be hard pressed to argue with em but that don’t change facts. You’ve got a shit storm coming right at you Cross and you’re saddled up with a guy who’d sooner slit your throat then tell you the time of day so you’ve got to wonder…
How fucked are you?
You see, Spike and I, we’re not going to lie to you. We’re GOING to fuck you up. The Empire is GOING to get involved before, during and after match. You’re GOING to get yourself a new asshole stomped into ya the hard way. But is Ryan GOING to be there to save you or watch you burn?
Hard question to answer considering that little shit is just as much of a piece of garbage as the rest of us. You could be in a lot worse than you think, that grave ya dug for yourself when you decided to shed the ego and become a man of the people may be a whole lot deeper than you could possible imagine. Ryan Blade, the kid you promised to help groom into the next big thing may just be looking to use you to catapult his name even further into the stratosphere of this company….
I honestly almost feel bad for you. I almost wanna just walk away and let this all happen without me. There’s a part of me, the part that thinks about my daughter and what she will think when she’s watching the best of Rob Diamond dvd and gets to this coming Monday night. What’s she going to say as she watches daddy rip a good man to shreds like he’s piece of fucking red meat? What’s she going to say when she sees just how much of a sack of crap I can be?
Thoughts like that, they make me wanna take mercy, they make me wanna just have this match, shake your hand and be on my way when it’s over. Thoughts like that are why I almost feel bad…
Almost…
But then Spike reminds me why we’re here and it isn’t to be your friend. It isn’t to build up some mythical version of myself for the people to believe in. I’m not some fucking idiot hero like you, Cross, I’m not dying the hero like Bruce in the Dark Knight.
I’m a villain.
Always have been. Always will be.
The people don’t want a hero to rise, they want him to fall, die and become their martyr. People need their martyr and as much as it’s going to pain me to nail your ass to a cross this coming Monday night, it’s what has to be done. It’s what people like Spike and I do. It’s what’s GOING to happen.
A part of me is almost sorry.
As for Blade, I’m sure you’ve got some real cute shit to say about my win over you. Some real nice excuses all lined up. Do me a favor and shut your fucking mouth.
I beat you.
Get over it.
This week isn’t a singles match, it isn’t a chance to avenge your loss, it’s a tag team match for OUR tag team titles. This is our division just like it’s our ring just like it’s our federation. We’re the fucking GODS OF TAG TEAM WRESTLING and we will judge you harshly for stepping so arrogantly into our ring and thinking you stand a chance.
You don’t.
Just like every other sorry sack of shit that has taken you on for that man of steel title, you’re not up to the challenge of infamous and that’s just the sorry truth. But can I tell ya something? As bad as I almost feel for what’s about to happen to Xavier Cross on Monday night, I’m actually looking forward to crushing your fucking face with my boot buddies.
I mean, I’ve hated young upstarts in the past and gone out of my way to derail their fledgling careers, but you’re something special. You’re like a while new level of arrogant brat and I just can’t wait to take some barbed wire and maybe a little kerosene and rearrange your face.
If you’re not getting the hint, Spike and I don’t plan on fighting fairly, nor do we even care if this match has a real ending. We’ve been champions of this division for so long now that the fans will just accept our continued dominance just like a battered house wife accepts the brutal love of her drunken lover. Sorry if that hits a little close to home Blade, I know your mom is a little flinchy when she’s late with my dinner, but hey, never gotta tell her twice.
Look, I got off track, simple fat of the matter is this, Spike, Cable, Gjenrei and I are going to beat you two to a bloody pulp and then use your skin to make a couple of skin suits.
It puts the lotion on it’s skin or else it gets the hose again.
Suck it.
Thing is, Cross, I respect what you do outside of wrestling, you seem like a real good guy, just like Joe. Some could make the argument that you don’t deserve what you’ve got coming your way and I’d be hard pressed to argue with em but that don’t change facts. You’ve got a shit storm coming right at you Cross and you’re saddled up with a guy who’d sooner slit your throat then tell you the time of day so you’ve got to wonder…
How fucked are you?
You see, Spike and I, we’re not going to lie to you. We’re GOING to fuck you up. The Empire is GOING to get involved before, during and after match. You’re GOING to get yourself a new asshole stomped into ya the hard way. But is Ryan GOING to be there to save you or watch you burn?
Hard question to answer considering that little shit is just as much of a piece of garbage as the rest of us. You could be in a lot worse than you think, that grave ya dug for yourself when you decided to shed the ego and become a man of the people may be a whole lot deeper than you could possible imagine. Ryan Blade, the kid you promised to help groom into the next big thing may just be looking to use you to catapult his name even further into the stratosphere of this company….
I honestly almost feel bad for you. I almost wanna just walk away and let this all happen without me. There’s a part of me, the part that thinks about my daughter and what she will think when she’s watching the best of Rob Diamond dvd and gets to this coming Monday night. What’s she going to say as she watches daddy rip a good man to shreds like he’s piece of fucking red meat? What’s she going to say when she sees just how much of a sack of crap I can be?
Thoughts like that, they make me wanna take mercy, they make me wanna just have this match, shake your hand and be on my way when it’s over. Thoughts like that are why I almost feel bad…
Almost…
But then Spike reminds me why we’re here and it isn’t to be your friend. It isn’t to build up some mythical version of myself for the people to believe in. I’m not some fucking idiot hero like you, Cross, I’m not dying the hero like Bruce in the Dark Knight.
I’m a villain.
Always have been. Always will be.
The people don’t want a hero to rise, they want him to fall, die and become their martyr. People need their martyr and as much as it’s going to pain me to nail your ass to a cross this coming Monday night, it’s what has to be done. It’s what people like Spike and I do. It’s what’s GOING to happen.
A part of me is almost sorry.
As for Blade, I’m sure you’ve got some real cute shit to say about my win over you. Some real nice excuses all lined up. Do me a favor and shut your fucking mouth.
I beat you.
Get over it.
This week isn’t a singles match, it isn’t a chance to avenge your loss, it’s a tag team match for OUR tag team titles. This is our division just like it’s our ring just like it’s our federation. We’re the fucking GODS OF TAG TEAM WRESTLING and we will judge you harshly for stepping so arrogantly into our ring and thinking you stand a chance.
You don’t.
Just like every other sorry sack of shit that has taken you on for that man of steel title, you’re not up to the challenge of infamous and that’s just the sorry truth. But can I tell ya something? As bad as I almost feel for what’s about to happen to Xavier Cross on Monday night, I’m actually looking forward to crushing your fucking face with my boot buddies.
I mean, I’ve hated young upstarts in the past and gone out of my way to derail their fledgling careers, but you’re something special. You’re like a while new level of arrogant brat and I just can’t wait to take some barbed wire and maybe a little kerosene and rearrange your face.
If you’re not getting the hint, Spike and I don’t plan on fighting fairly, nor do we even care if this match has a real ending. We’ve been champions of this division for so long now that the fans will just accept our continued dominance just like a battered house wife accepts the brutal love of her drunken lover. Sorry if that hits a little close to home Blade, I know your mom is a little flinchy when she’s late with my dinner, but hey, never gotta tell her twice.
Look, I got off track, simple fat of the matter is this, Spike, Cable, Gjenrei and I are going to beat you two to a bloody pulp and then use your skin to make a couple of skin suits.
It puts the lotion on it’s skin or else it gets the hose again.
Suck it.
Well howdy there pardner.