Post by Rob Diamond on Feb 25, 2022 19:54:36 GMT
The last time we saw Rob Diamond he was in the middle of a space-time war with-
Rob Diamond - Turned heel
That’s enough of that hokey pokey horse shit!
That’s enough of that hokey pokey horse shit!
Fine… Whatever… The twist was Lord Dominicus was Rob’s son from the future back to kill his father before he divorced Mama Kane for a World title shot!
Rob Diamond - Very heel
I SAID ENOUGH! I am sick to fucking death of being a goddamn comedian! Do you have any fucking idea how insutling it is to have everyone sitting around waiting for you to either say something hilarious or offensive!?
As if all Rob Diamond is is professional wrestling’s answer to Daniel fucking Tosh.
Well guess what wrestling world!? I’m a hell of a lot more than a goddamn comedian! I am one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet! I’ve forgotten more holds than Nighthawk has sexually harassed younger talent!
And that’s a lot of fucking talent!
Hell, I know more about professional wrestling and how to get it done in the ring than James Gilmore knows about Reaganomics! And trust me, that Hitler youth knows all there is to know about Reaganomics.
By the way! HI JAMES! Sorry I didn’t run it past you before I went out to the ring and name dropped you. I guess I should have met up with my supposed best friend backstage before hand but you wanna know what? I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE IT! I didn’t feel like hearing you ramble on and on and on about Steve Awesome and Being InFamous and how Fi hasn’t been herself blah blah blah!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Nobody cares, James. NOBODY! I don’t care. The fans don’t care. The people in the back don’t care. You wanna know why nobody cares James!? You wanna know why a two time world champion can be off the show for months at a time and not one single person stops to wonder why?
Because without Steve and I there to be your John Candy, you’re just a racist Steve Martin.
Does the truth fucking hurt, James? I bet it does. I bet it hurts real bad to find out the guy you thought would just keep rolling with the punches is actually sick of rolling with the punches! I’m sick of having to make people laugh with you instead of at you. I’m sick of propping you up. I’m sick of pretending like Being InFamous was the greatest thing I will ever do in this company!
I’M SICK OF YOU!
For three fucking years I’ve had James Gilmore so far up my fucking ass he wore me as a Halloween costume!
But mostly James, I’m sick of people looking at me and seeing you or Steve or Fi or Being InFamous. I’m sick of being lumped in with a comedy trope. I’m sick of the fans, the boys, the girls, the ones in between, I’m sick of them waiting to laugh at whatever I do next!
I call myself the Greatest of all Time not because it’s a fun anecdote that annoys people.
I CALL MYSELF THAT BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT!
I believe there has never, is never and will never be anyone in this sport that can do what I do as good as I do it. I believe in no uncertain terms I am the uncrowned World Champion in perpetuity! I believe I can and will beat every single mother fucking person on this roster!
Whether in singles matches or the Roulette.
I believe that I am stepping back into this company after a year away better than I have ever been before. I believe I am stepping into the single hardest match to win and I’m going to breeze right the fuck through it. I believe no matter who holds that World title come Night of the Immortals it is going to be ME WHO WALKS OUT AS CHAMPION!
I believe, James, if you want to find out what I’m really capable of we can do it anytime, any place but I promise you, James. I’m not the same man I was back in 2018. I’m not going to do pseudo liberal comedy bits trying to get under your skin. If you and I face?
I’m going to humiliate you.
Scratch that.
I’m going to absolutely fucking bury you next to the corpse of Jack Gaither.
And if that last one liner hurts Fi’s feelings? Do me a favor and let her know I ran out of fucks to give about a year ago but I expect a fresh order in about go fuck yourself.
As for the rest of you assholes stepping into the Roulette?
I can’t wait. There are so many of you I haven’t gotten the chance to lock horns with. Like those two ex lovers, Leo and Jason? Oh I can’t wait to school those boys in the business of professional wrestling. I’m the fucking superintendent of this school, boys and ya’ll gonna get learned real good inside my ring!
Fucking Todd Williams is back!? Is that a question or a sarcastic punchline!? I don’t know but it’s been a minute since I showed him how much of a bitch he is so this will be fun!
Big boy Hednir rolling around still giddy off that match he had against me. Well guess what Hednir? Step to me in the Roulette and see if history repeats itself. Spoilers, it won’t. Charity season is over. I’m getting my win back and trust me? You won’t want a rubber match!
And we all know how much I love rolling around with Dean Harper.
But the real exciting part? The part that’s got me itching to return? All the boys coming in from the outside world. Ready, willing and able to learn who the boss bitch is.
It’s me.
Don’t believe me? Well then I’ve got two words for you.
Find Out.
I SAID ENOUGH! I am sick to fucking death of being a goddamn comedian! Do you have any fucking idea how insutling it is to have everyone sitting around waiting for you to either say something hilarious or offensive!?
As if all Rob Diamond is is professional wrestling’s answer to Daniel fucking Tosh.
Well guess what wrestling world!? I’m a hell of a lot more than a goddamn comedian! I am one of the best professional wrestlers on the planet! I’ve forgotten more holds than Nighthawk has sexually harassed younger talent!
And that’s a lot of fucking talent!
Hell, I know more about professional wrestling and how to get it done in the ring than James Gilmore knows about Reaganomics! And trust me, that Hitler youth knows all there is to know about Reaganomics.
By the way! HI JAMES! Sorry I didn’t run it past you before I went out to the ring and name dropped you. I guess I should have met up with my supposed best friend backstage before hand but you wanna know what? I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE IT! I didn’t feel like hearing you ramble on and on and on about Steve Awesome and Being InFamous and how Fi hasn’t been herself blah blah blah!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Nobody cares, James. NOBODY! I don’t care. The fans don’t care. The people in the back don’t care. You wanna know why nobody cares James!? You wanna know why a two time world champion can be off the show for months at a time and not one single person stops to wonder why?
Because without Steve and I there to be your John Candy, you’re just a racist Steve Martin.
Does the truth fucking hurt, James? I bet it does. I bet it hurts real bad to find out the guy you thought would just keep rolling with the punches is actually sick of rolling with the punches! I’m sick of having to make people laugh with you instead of at you. I’m sick of propping you up. I’m sick of pretending like Being InFamous was the greatest thing I will ever do in this company!
I’M SICK OF YOU!
For three fucking years I’ve had James Gilmore so far up my fucking ass he wore me as a Halloween costume!
But mostly James, I’m sick of people looking at me and seeing you or Steve or Fi or Being InFamous. I’m sick of being lumped in with a comedy trope. I’m sick of the fans, the boys, the girls, the ones in between, I’m sick of them waiting to laugh at whatever I do next!
I call myself the Greatest of all Time not because it’s a fun anecdote that annoys people.
I CALL MYSELF THAT BECAUSE I BELIEVE IT!
I believe there has never, is never and will never be anyone in this sport that can do what I do as good as I do it. I believe in no uncertain terms I am the uncrowned World Champion in perpetuity! I believe I can and will beat every single mother fucking person on this roster!
Whether in singles matches or the Roulette.
I believe that I am stepping back into this company after a year away better than I have ever been before. I believe I am stepping into the single hardest match to win and I’m going to breeze right the fuck through it. I believe no matter who holds that World title come Night of the Immortals it is going to be ME WHO WALKS OUT AS CHAMPION!
I believe, James, if you want to find out what I’m really capable of we can do it anytime, any place but I promise you, James. I’m not the same man I was back in 2018. I’m not going to do pseudo liberal comedy bits trying to get under your skin. If you and I face?
I’m going to humiliate you.
Scratch that.
I’m going to absolutely fucking bury you next to the corpse of Jack Gaither.
And if that last one liner hurts Fi’s feelings? Do me a favor and let her know I ran out of fucks to give about a year ago but I expect a fresh order in about go fuck yourself.
As for the rest of you assholes stepping into the Roulette?
I can’t wait. There are so many of you I haven’t gotten the chance to lock horns with. Like those two ex lovers, Leo and Jason? Oh I can’t wait to school those boys in the business of professional wrestling. I’m the fucking superintendent of this school, boys and ya’ll gonna get learned real good inside my ring!
Fucking Todd Williams is back!? Is that a question or a sarcastic punchline!? I don’t know but it’s been a minute since I showed him how much of a bitch he is so this will be fun!
Big boy Hednir rolling around still giddy off that match he had against me. Well guess what Hednir? Step to me in the Roulette and see if history repeats itself. Spoilers, it won’t. Charity season is over. I’m getting my win back and trust me? You won’t want a rubber match!
And we all know how much I love rolling around with Dean Harper.
But the real exciting part? The part that’s got me itching to return? All the boys coming in from the outside world. Ready, willing and able to learn who the boss bitch is.
It’s me.
Don’t believe me? Well then I’ve got two words for you.
Find Out.
Well howdy there pardner.