Post by Eddie D. on Oct 17, 2013 22:39:57 GMT
A long time ago in a hospital bed far, far away…
ROB, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL
Episode V
Age of Dominicus Part Two
ROB, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL
Episode V
Age of Dominicus Part Two
On a lone hill in the center of a valley sat a small yellow home with a white picket fence. In the front yard was Scott Bakula, star of such classic television shows as Quantum Leap and… Well… Quantum Leap. He was in the middle of watering his garden when suddenly he heard a loud roaring noise. He looked up and saw Trent Helms and Rob Diamond about to crash into his front lawn.
Scott: NONONONONONONO!!!!!
Rob: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW HOW TO FLY THIS THING!?
Trent: Uhh… NOT REALLY!
Bakula ran for cover between the door frames of his front door as Trent just barely maneuvered past the house and crashed on the side of the hill. A few minutes later Trent came sauntering over from the wreckage.
Rob: DUDE!
Trent: Hey, any walking you can walk away from…
Scott: Aww hell, what are you doing here?
Trent: Hey Scott!
Bakula face palmed as Trent ran over to him and tried to get a bro-man hand shake, Bakula silently refused.
Trent: Dude, cold.
Scott: What are you doing here Trent?
Trent: I’m here to save his future, which would be our present, from becoming what is our present in his future because the past can be changed…
Scott: What?
Rob: We want to borrow your Quantum Leap accelerator.
Scott: Why?
Rob: To fix the past.
Scott: No.
Rob: Why not.
Scott: Because now that the world is over I’m finally free of all you freak leap fans. Now get the hell off my lawn!
Rob looks at Trent who just shrugs but before they can do anything else an armada of jaegers come over the top of the hill with Lord Dominicus at the lead.
Scott: Son of a bitch… Fine. I’ll go inside and get the damn thing warmed up, you two hold them off and please for the love of Al save my house.
Trent: No promises!
Scott: Fuck…
Bakula runs into his home to fire up the Quantum Leap accelerator. Trent walks over to Rob and places his hand on his shoulder.
Trent: If we stand any chance of beating them we are going to have to merge.
Rob: What?
Trent: You and me, we’re going to have to merge into one form, only then will we have the strength needed to defeat your evil future self.
Rob:… Fine… But nothing funny.
Trent: No promises.
Trent turns Rob to the side and grabs him by the side of the head with both hands and suddenly goes into super sayian mode, his hair gone full blond and standing on end. As the fleet draws nearer the two forms of Trent and Rob slowly become one until we are left with a sort of hybrid of the two.
“I AM… DITRENTDOR!!!!”
The lead jaeger which carries the dark lord lands in the front yard and he step out in full battle armor, strikingly similar to that of General Zod in Man of Steel.
Dominicus: So I see that you’ve taken a new form, I’m sorry to inform that even with the combined power of yourself and Trent Helms you will not be enough to stop me.
DiTrentdor: We shall see, dark one.
In an explosion of light energy we are blinded, as the dust settles we see the two of them locked in a test of strength as Scott Bakula’s house has been completely destroyed and he is left standing in the basement before his Quantum Leap accelerator.
Scott: WHAT THE HELL!?
DiTrentdor and Dominicus break off and both go flying into the air, circling each other as they rise higher and higher into the atomosphere.
Dominicus: YOU WILL DIE THIS DAY!
DiTrentdor: No dark one but you will cease to be before the sun sets.
The two continue to clash in flashes of energy too bright or fast for the eye to even make out. On the ground below we find the jaegers have surrounded Bakula but it’s too late, he’s already fired up the Quantum Leap accelerator.
Scott: COME ON!!!!
DiTrentdor looks down and Dominicus hits him with a mighty blow that sends him rocketing toward the earth. He lands hard and creates a crater, Dominicus stands over him.
Dominicus: SURRENDER!
DiTrentdor: NEVER! HAMEHAMEHA!!!
With a burst of blue energy from his hands he sends the dark lord hurling into the distance. He jumps to his feet and fires off several quick bursts of energy toward each of the jaegers, each one exploding upon impact. He turns and looks toward Bakula who is clinging to life…
Scott: They got me… Hurry… Before it’s too late…
Ditrentdor: I’m sor-
Scott: HURRY! Save your past.
DiTrentdor sheds a single tear as he steps into the Quantum Leap accelerator. Bakula nods to him as he pushes the button and in a burst of light and noise we see DiTrentdor slowly fade away into nothing…
As Scott Bakula slumps over and lays dead we see that the Dark Lord has risen, his armies have fallen here and now but in the past he has a chance to start again. He gently strokes his hand against the surface of the machine as he ponders all the mayhem he can cause, however his fantasies are brought to an end when a knife comes through the center of his chest, a hand covers his screams and a voice whispers…
Hope: Good night, Father.
Spike, you have never been more wrong in your entire life…
WE ARE FAMILY.
I don’t care you think or feel right now at this moment, you’re not yourself, you’re torn up inside, your mind is rotting away and you’re saying things I know you don’t mean.
WE ARE FAMILY.
You are my brother, my best friend, the one person on this entire planet I know I can count on. You may be upset with me, you may be pissed off with me, you may think you’re ready to rip me apart because I disobeyed you but I know that you won’t. I know my brother would never lift a finger to cause me pain…
Maybe I am over estimating you, maybe I’m over estimating our friendship, maybe I’m over estimating your ability to see past your own reflection to know what we were doing was wrong…
Sure, I didn’t voice it right away, hell I went along with it right until the end but when I stood there in that ring looking Xavier Cross in the face I knew I had a decision to make. Either I blindly follow you to hell or for once in my life I do the right thing. I don’t give a shit what Xavier Cross did or didn’t do to ncw…
FUCK NCW.
It’s dead and I couldn’t be happier.
Xavier Cross didn’t deserve to have his head caved in with a fucking chair or a title belt by four men. I don’t give a damn what he did, in IWF he has been nothing but a fucking saint and you wanted to make an example out of him for your own selfish ends and I’m sorry, I’M SORRY SPIKE but I could not be apart of that… Not anymore…
Maybe I’m weak, maybe I’m not the same man I was this time last year. Maybe unlike yourself I look into my kids eyes and realize that one day I’m going to have to explain myself to her. I know someday Hope is going to grow up and she’s going to want to know why, why did I hurt those people? Why did I end her uncle’s career? Why did I rip out Falcon’s heart on pay per view? Why was I such an awful person?
WHY?
And then she’ll get to that night, she’ll get to you and me and the Empire, she’ll ask me why I put my belt down and LET you beat the shit out of me and I’ll tell her the truth…
I did it for her.
I didn’t betray you, I never would, that’s why I didn’t take your head off right then and there and demand a title shot like I COULD have. No, I put the belt down and let you do whatever you felt was necessary…
But go on and keep lying to yourself.
Fact is Spike the only thing you’re right about is the Imperial Championship. I’d love to hold the belt over my head after a long grueling night of professional wrestling. I’d love to have my name head line every show. I’d fucking love to be the champion…
But not like this.
You think I’m lying? You think this is a show? I WILL NOT fight you like this. I WILL NOT take part in whatever demented fantasy you have created. I WILL NOT justify what you think is an end to our friendship by trying to hurt you. You wanna have a real match for that belt and fight me like a man? Fine, we can do that. I’d love to do that. But you wanna stand there and threaten me?
No, no way, I’m not playing that game with you.
I’m not giving up on you brother, I’m not walking away from this friendship, I am going to stand dead in front of that Empire train until you see the fucking light. What you’re doing, it’s wrong. You know it’s wrong and not because I’m trying to wear a white hate or fight for redemption, it’s wrong because IWF has given us everything we’ve ever askd for.
We wanted the tag titles, we got them.
We wanted big contracts, we got them.
We wanted competition and they tried like hell to provide it.
We wanted the Imperial title and WE got it.
This isn’t ncw where what we want never fucking mattered because the whole damn show revolved around the fucking Knite family. You wanted to pull this shit over there, I’m with you because their fucking assholes and I love seeing pieces of shit get exactly what they deserve.
Here? No, I’m sorry. I’m not going to be a part of a group that ass raps Joe Everyman just because he got the shot he always deserved. No, I’m not going to help you cripple Xavier Cross just bcause. No, I have no interest in ruling over IWF with an Iron Fist simply because you didn’t take your fucking meds this morning and feel like being a dick.
NO.
I’m not standing opposed to your little group and I’m sure as hell not begging for people to come to my aid.
I’m standing opposed to the man you’re trying to be.
This is not Spike Kane, father, brother, legendary wrestler…
This is a sad, pathetic little man trying to grab onto his past glory, trying to slip back into his old sin, trying so desperately to become what you used to be but you’re so fucking stupid you don’t even realize that who you used to be SUCKED!
You went without a World title for SIX YEARS! SIX! YEARS! And for most of those six years you were the self centered God of Xtreme we’re listening to today and for SIX YEARS you couldn’t get the job done. YOU COULD NOT GET IT DONE!
It wasn’t until here in IWF when you were finally starting to come around and care about the people in your life, when you finally allowed yourself to love and be loved, when you finally started TRYING to be a good father and a friend that you were able to rise above what you were and become something greater than you currently are. For one night you were everything everyone always knew you could be…
And then you slipped right back down into the mud for god knows what reason and start acting like your old self…
I don’t know why… I wish I did… I wish it were as simple as you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and need a good slap in the head. I wish and wish and wish…
Fact is this isn’t you, this is some weak ass reflection, this is what you WISH Spike Kane was, this is what YOUR FATHER wanted you to be. My friend, my brother, Xander’s father? That’s the man who stood by my side as we ripped through IWF and became the two biggest names in the promotion, that’s the man who won the Imperial Championship…
Whoever you are? You’re not Spike Kane…
I want my friend back, plan and simple and I will do whatever it takes to make that happen...
I’ll fucking die trying.
October 14th, 2013
Monday Night Sacrifice
InFamous vs Cross-Blade
A flash of brilliant light and just like that Rob is back in his own time, surrounded by the roar of the crowd. Rob is almost too happy to even describe, he’s got his chance to reshape the future and create a better world for his daughter.
Spike: HIT HIM!!!
Snap back to reality, Xavier Cross is on his knees, Cable Arcane and Gjenrei holding him under the shoulders, Spike Kane demanding Rob lay out Cross with his half of the tag team championship. Rob looks down at the gold and back to his friend, his brother…
This is the moment, he thought, the moment when everything changed. He had to make a different choice, he had to do the right thing… For his family.
Rob dropped his championship on the ground and the only thing he really remembers after that was blackness and three words ringing in his ears…
Spike: YOU BETRAYED ME!!!
It was lights out after that. This was how the whole thing started to begin with, in a hospital bed. Rob slowly opened his eyes…
Angela: OH MY GOD ROB! YOU’RE AWAKE!!!
Angela Pierce, the mother of the sick kid Rob had been spending so much of his time with was by his bed side, his daughter slept in a crib right beside her and the young boy Kevin, looked healthier than ever.
Angela: You stupid son of a bitch, we though you weren’t ever going to wake up.
Kevin: What the hell were you thinking out there?
Rob didn’t hand an answer for them, all he had was a single thought, a single desire and he decided it was time he acted upon it. He sat up and grabbed Angela in one fluid motion and pulled her in for a passionate, heartfelt kiss. Her son gagged as Rob kissed her but she returned the deep kiss, her hands locked onto his back as he held her. After several long moments that could have easily lasted forever but never long enough they pulled apart.
Angela: What was that about?
Rob: Nothing, I just love you.
She wasn’t expecting that answer, neither was Kevin but I don’t think anyone was disappointed in it as she just smiled and blushed and Kevin couldn’t help but feel happy for his mother and his friend. Rob scooped up Hope and held her as tight as he could without hurting her and silently promised himself that no matter what happened, his family would always come first…
Trent: Hey Rob.
Rob looked up, his happy moment interrupted by Trent Helms.
Rob: TRENT! What are you doing here?
Trent: Oh you know, chilling.
Angela and Kevin exchanged worried glances but Rob didn’t seem to notice, though he did think it was a bit odd that Trent was dressed like his dystopian future self…
Kevin: Rob, who the hell are you talking to?
And then it hit him, they fused in the future, he’d traveled back in with Trent Helms trapped inside his head… Where he still was…
Rob: Fuck.
TOO BE CONTINUED…
Well howdy there pardner.