Post by Eddie D. on Oct 23, 2013 1:29:47 GMT
It’d been a long couple of days for Rob Diamond, first he made a major character turn when he decided to “betray” his best friend and not end another man’s career, then he spent what seemed like days in a post apocalyptic future where he did battle with his evil future demigod self, then he traveled back in time to stop himself from becoming his future evil self and oh did I mention somewhere along the way he fused with future super sayian Trent Helms and now has Trent Helms stuck inside his head in the present?
AND to top it all off Rob Diamond faced Spike Kane for the Imperial Championship just a few days ago and instead of being the brother he thought Spike was, Spike decided to be a total piece of fucking shit and beat the hell out of Rob with his Empire and now Rob can’t challenge Spike for the Imperial Championship again.
So yeah it’s been a shitty few days, that’s why when our scene finally opens it’s on Rob beating the holy hell out of a punching bag in a gym somewhere. Rob is pretty pissed, face read, sweaty, women everywhere are getting excited at the sight of him. His taped fists are starting to show signs of blood seeping through which probably isn’t good. As he’s beating the hell out of the bag we see the image of Trent Helms appear in the corner.
Trent: Hey man, you should probably take a break.
Rob ignores him, still refusing to believe that he’s got some future version of Trent stuck inside his brain, he’s also refusing to believe that maybe he’s going crazy.
Trent: Seriously, the bloody fists thing isn’t a good look for you.
No response, just more punching.
Trent: Come on man, I know you can hear me, relax already.
Rob: No.
FINALLY! A response.
Trent: Dude, beating that bag like it’s your man meat isn’t gonna fix anything.
Rob: Don’t care, makes me feel better.
Trent: Why not call up your lady friend?
Rob moves around the bag so Trent is out of his line of sight but Trent just seems to appear next to him. Trent reaches out and places his hand on Rob’s shoulder, Rob seems surprised that he can feel it.
Trent: Come on man, you fought like mad to get back here and change things, don’t blow it by becoming some psycho recluse who talks to his imaginary friend.
Rob drops his hands, as much as he hated to admit it, Trent was making sense, which was fucking rare. Rob looked up at his “friend” or imaginary friend or whatever he was.
Rob: There’s a war coming and Spike will do everything in his power to win it… He will go to any length to put me down…
Trent: Yeah, I know, trust me.
Rob: I can’t put Angela or Kevin in that kind of danger… As for Hope, hopefully he isn’t rotten enough inside to touch her…
Trent: Rob-
Rob: I have to prepare, you saw what he did at Revolution, I have to be ready…
Trent: Please man, just call he-
Rob: NO!
Rob’s yell catches Trent off guard and he dips behind the bag and then is gone. Rob lays his right hand on the bag and just leans against it for a moment, dropping his head. The stress of the last week is getting to him, breaking him down. He thought he could pull a Ghandi and appeal to his “brother” but he was wrong. Spike, as far as he could tell was completely lost...
Honor is a real funny word.
Means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but if you ask the two guys in the masks it means they follow their heart regardless of what the world tells them…
Guess their hearts told them to be total dick bags and side up with an egomaniacal mad man who is only using them to further his own agenda, but hey, different strokes for different folks, right?
I’m not gonna get stuck in another pointless fucking debate with Gjenrei and Cable, mostly because it’s totally fucking pointless. I say their idiots and their honor means nothing and Gjenrei latches on to my one mispronounced word and proceeds to cut an entire promo based around it until he some how talks himself into being the smartest person in the debate no one else knew they were having.
Fuck yourself.
What I am going to do is tell you why I didn’t side up with Spike in the end. My heart told me not to. So yeah, much like the masked wonders I have a little honor too. My honor was based in the fact that I couldn’t hit a defenseless man with a steel chair.
BUT ROB! YOU’VE HURT SO MANY PEOPLE IN YOUR CAREER!!!!
HYPOCRIT!!!!!!
Yup, you have a point. I have hurt a lot of people and like I told Gjenrei before, I don’t regret it. The people I stepped over to get to where I am, FUCKING DESERVED IT. I don’t lose a single second of sleep over what I did to my brother Chris or Falcon, they had it coming, they were begging for someone to put them in their fucking place.
That’s what my heart told me, that’s my code of honor.
So you can stand there and you can list off your forty million reasons why I’m wrong and all I’m going to do is give you the middle finger and throw your standard defense back right into your masked faces.
Honor bitches.
Fact remains, Cross didn’t deserve to be made an example of. Furthermore, I didn’t deserve it either. All I did was stand up for myself and for a man who had done nothing wrong. My reward was getting a gang raping by two masked fucking morons and two other chumps who are perfectly content to ride Spike’s coat tails past the mid card.
Sweet.
Yeah, I totally deserved that.
Oh wait, here comes Gjenrei with a convoluted reason why I totally deserved to have my ass handed to me for deciding MY HONOR was more important than Spike’s command, despite the fact they put their own honor aside to FOLLOW HIS ORDERS! Yeah, tons of honor in mindlessly following orders like the low level curtain jerking pieces of shit you are.
Oh sorry, Gjenrei is a cruiser weight champion now after losing his last FIVE MATCHES TO EARN THE SHOT! Man, Angel must be fucking blind in both eyes to think you deserved that chance, but then you did beat Alex Jones so that must mean something. I mean, even a broken clock is right twice a day but I guess because Gjenrei TRIED REALLY REALY HARD last week we’re supposed to forget he’s got a pretty epic win loss record.
Hey Gjenrei, do me a favor, take whatever you consider is your honor, your excuses, your justifications and shove them all up your ass.
Cable too.
The both of you are the only fucking hypocrites in this match. You came into this promotion talking about honor and standing up for what you believe in. Since when did what you believe in become whatever Spike Kane tells you to believe in? Way I remember it you wanted to beat us like there wasn’t a fucking tomorrow and now you’re swinging off his balls like a couple of stinky pieces of fucking lint caught in his hair.
But… But… HONOR!!!!
Right? Right? That’s gonna be your response to everything I say as you try so desperately to pick apart some small part of what I said, maybe latch onto how I claim to not feel bad about my past but bring it up, or latch onto something dark from my past you think I should regret, or find some clever way to twist my words around and justify the prison rape I got at Revolution?
HONOR!!!!
There, I saved us all twenty minutes worth of promo time, there is Cable and Gjenrei’s A typical response. Now, if the two of you don’t mind I have someone who actually matters in the grand scheme of things to worry about. See, as important as you may think this group makes you, you will always be Spike’s bitches. Killian? Blade? They at least did SOMETHING before the Empire. Blade is the longest reigning singles champion, Killian took Verona to the limits, you two? Well you sure a lost a hell of a fucking lot to Spike and I so that means something…
Ohh and you managed to pick up a single win in the last thirty days and not to mention Cable just lost to Mike fucking Machado….
Hmmm….
HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, the two of you can get out of my way and go fuck yourselves, I’m sure Amber would love to watch since it’s clear you three assholes are about to go Chasing Amy on us.
Bitches.
Exhausted, Rob finally dropped back against the gym wall, his hands resting on his knees as his head hung, sweat dripping off of him.
Rob: Why?
His question hung in the empty room like a leaf caught in the wind. Slowly he picked up his head and glared at the punching bag. His mind flashed back to Revolution, to Honorbound restraining him as Spike humiliated him…
His brother stabbed him right in the heart…
Rob: WHY!!!!!!!!!!!
He suddenly lunges forward and starts laying into the bag with right hook after right hook, the open wounds under the tape begin to pour blood as every punch sends a little bit flying all over. He rears back and hits the bag again and again and again.
Rob: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The fury in his voice is painfully clear as he rages against the bag, against the memories of his friend, his brother, his family which now lay in pieces…
Eventually he runs out of energy and drops to his knees, his hands on the floor, his right hand dripping blood through the tape. He looks up and tears stream from his eyes, the pain of betrayal too much for him to hold in anymore as he just lets them flow…
Angela: Rob?
Angela Pierce was suddenly behind him, when she’d gotten there? He didn’t know, he just didn’t want her to see him cry, he hung his head again.
Angela: Rob, are you ok? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you?
He didn’t respond, he couldn’t. If he let her in now Spike would come for her, he’d hurt her just to hurt him, he couldn’t let her in, not now…
Angela: Rob, please don’t push me away.
He had too… Didn’t he?
Angela: I know why you want to push me away, I know you’re afraid of what Spike will do but I’m not. I have you and I know you will protect us.
He would.
Rob: I wanted to do it…
She tilts her head as she kneels down next to him.
Angela: What?
He doesn’t look at her as he responds.
Rob: I wanted to lay Cross out… I wanted to do what Spike said…
Angela: Why didn’t you?
Rob: It wasn’t right.
Angela: That never seemed to bother you in the past?
Rob: I didn’t have Hope then… I didn’t have you and Kevin… What would you have thought of me if I let myself become a monster with him?
She reaches up and gently strokes the back of his head, smiling.
Angela: You’re not like him, I know that and I trust you to do what you think is right inside that ring.
Rob: I trusted him…
She sighs, she knows he did and why shouldn’t he? They were like a family.
Angela: Sometimes even the people we love the most let us down, it’s life.
He finally looks up at her, he makes no effort to hide the tears. She shakes her head and rubs the side of his face and slowly leans in to kiss his forehead.
Rob: I hope I never let you down…
Angela: I believe in you.
Rob tightly wraps his arms around her, holding her tighter than he had ever held anyone before. He wasn’t sure what this was or where it was going and neither was she but he knew he loved her, she loved him and right now that’s all that really matters…
I guess you told me so, huh Spike?
You told me you were going to beat the living shit out of me and you did it. Congrats…
Of course it took four people holding me down to do so and a total disregard for the basic rules of wrestling to finally pin my shoulders to the mat but it’s the ending not the journey that matters to Spike FUCKING Kane, right mate?
I’m going to make this short, Spike, because we’ve known each other a long time and there is no reason for us to waste a whole ton of threats on each other at this point.
You win.
You wanted to make this a war between us?
It is.
You absolutely beat it into my head that this friendship is over and now? Now I don’t have to hold back anymore. I was clearly an idiot to think I could reach the man I thought I knew and talk him back to the surface. There is obviously only one language you speak.
Violence.
So have it your way Spike, I’ll speak your language, you’ve got your war and I’ll even go ahead and be your Judas, because you know what? That makes you Christ and that means I get to CRUCIFY YOUR GOD OF XTREME ASS!
Ya hear me Spike? This war, it doesn’t end with us beating the hell out of each other and then walking away to move onto greener pastures. IT ENDS WHEN ONE OF US IS FUCKING DEAD!
I trusted you. Believed in you. I fucking loved you Spike, LOVED YOU! Loved you like a flesh and blood part of my family. You helped train me, you helped make me, you were the brother, the father, the friend I never had and if it makes you happy, I BETRAYED YOU!
I chose my honor over you. I chose my child over you. I chose my fucking legacy over you.
I’ve spent my entire career following in your foot steps, burying anyone who got in my way and you know what Spike? I’m not fucking you, I’m not the semi god of xtreme, I’m not your lackey in the empire or social distortion or any other group.
I’M ROB MOTHER FUCKING DIAMOND AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU!
Yeah, better asshole. I’m a hundred times the WRESTLER you will ever be. A hundred times the MAN you will ever be. A hundred million times the FATHER you will ever be.
You hear me dick head?
I am better than you.
And if you want to whip out the dicks and tape measure I’d be happy too. Check out the ncw records, see who has more wins? Longer title reigns? More awards?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
Who stuck with that company from beginning to end?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
Who never quit when the going got tough?
Who didn’t whine like a bitch about being pushed out of the main event?
Who never lost a match to HEXX!?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
But wait, now we’re here and even though Spike crows about beating Lance Ryan that one time way back in 1976 every chance he gets, I’m not allowed to talk about how I’VE BEEN BETTER THAN YOU SINCE THE MOMENT I LACED UP A PAIR OF FUCKING BOOTS!
So lets not talk about it now that I’m done making my point. Lets talk about IWF. Lets talk about how you got to that Imperial title and used a group of lackeys to hold me down so you could score the pin. Lets talk about how from this moment forward I will make it my mission in life to make sure you fucking DIE INSIDE THAT RING!
Fuck pipe bombs, Michael, I’m gonna invade that trailer you call a home and beat your fucking skull in with a monkey wrench.
Sound like fun?
Sounds like fun to me because hey, after all, I’m the Judas.
I’m the bad guy here.
I’m the one who gave you up for a hand full of gold…
Yet here I am and you’re the Imperial Champion.
Yeah, you make a lot of fucking sense, psycho.
Do me a favor and die already Mike, at least that way Xander will have a father he can look up to.
A few hours have passed and Rob is all cleaned up and sitting on the bed in his hotel room. He’s currently staring at the screen of his iphone before he finally hits a button and it dials. He puts the phone to his ear…
Rob: Yeah, hey Alex. Look, we need to talk.
Fade.
AND to top it all off Rob Diamond faced Spike Kane for the Imperial Championship just a few days ago and instead of being the brother he thought Spike was, Spike decided to be a total piece of fucking shit and beat the hell out of Rob with his Empire and now Rob can’t challenge Spike for the Imperial Championship again.
So yeah it’s been a shitty few days, that’s why when our scene finally opens it’s on Rob beating the holy hell out of a punching bag in a gym somewhere. Rob is pretty pissed, face read, sweaty, women everywhere are getting excited at the sight of him. His taped fists are starting to show signs of blood seeping through which probably isn’t good. As he’s beating the hell out of the bag we see the image of Trent Helms appear in the corner.
Trent: Hey man, you should probably take a break.
Rob ignores him, still refusing to believe that he’s got some future version of Trent stuck inside his brain, he’s also refusing to believe that maybe he’s going crazy.
Trent: Seriously, the bloody fists thing isn’t a good look for you.
No response, just more punching.
Trent: Come on man, I know you can hear me, relax already.
Rob: No.
FINALLY! A response.
Trent: Dude, beating that bag like it’s your man meat isn’t gonna fix anything.
Rob: Don’t care, makes me feel better.
Trent: Why not call up your lady friend?
Rob moves around the bag so Trent is out of his line of sight but Trent just seems to appear next to him. Trent reaches out and places his hand on Rob’s shoulder, Rob seems surprised that he can feel it.
Trent: Come on man, you fought like mad to get back here and change things, don’t blow it by becoming some psycho recluse who talks to his imaginary friend.
Rob drops his hands, as much as he hated to admit it, Trent was making sense, which was fucking rare. Rob looked up at his “friend” or imaginary friend or whatever he was.
Rob: There’s a war coming and Spike will do everything in his power to win it… He will go to any length to put me down…
Trent: Yeah, I know, trust me.
Rob: I can’t put Angela or Kevin in that kind of danger… As for Hope, hopefully he isn’t rotten enough inside to touch her…
Trent: Rob-
Rob: I have to prepare, you saw what he did at Revolution, I have to be ready…
Trent: Please man, just call he-
Rob: NO!
Rob’s yell catches Trent off guard and he dips behind the bag and then is gone. Rob lays his right hand on the bag and just leans against it for a moment, dropping his head. The stress of the last week is getting to him, breaking him down. He thought he could pull a Ghandi and appeal to his “brother” but he was wrong. Spike, as far as he could tell was completely lost...
Honor is a real funny word.
Means a lot of different things to a lot of different people, but if you ask the two guys in the masks it means they follow their heart regardless of what the world tells them…
Guess their hearts told them to be total dick bags and side up with an egomaniacal mad man who is only using them to further his own agenda, but hey, different strokes for different folks, right?
I’m not gonna get stuck in another pointless fucking debate with Gjenrei and Cable, mostly because it’s totally fucking pointless. I say their idiots and their honor means nothing and Gjenrei latches on to my one mispronounced word and proceeds to cut an entire promo based around it until he some how talks himself into being the smartest person in the debate no one else knew they were having.
Fuck yourself.
What I am going to do is tell you why I didn’t side up with Spike in the end. My heart told me not to. So yeah, much like the masked wonders I have a little honor too. My honor was based in the fact that I couldn’t hit a defenseless man with a steel chair.
BUT ROB! YOU’VE HURT SO MANY PEOPLE IN YOUR CAREER!!!!
HYPOCRIT!!!!!!
Yup, you have a point. I have hurt a lot of people and like I told Gjenrei before, I don’t regret it. The people I stepped over to get to where I am, FUCKING DESERVED IT. I don’t lose a single second of sleep over what I did to my brother Chris or Falcon, they had it coming, they were begging for someone to put them in their fucking place.
That’s what my heart told me, that’s my code of honor.
So you can stand there and you can list off your forty million reasons why I’m wrong and all I’m going to do is give you the middle finger and throw your standard defense back right into your masked faces.
Honor bitches.
Fact remains, Cross didn’t deserve to be made an example of. Furthermore, I didn’t deserve it either. All I did was stand up for myself and for a man who had done nothing wrong. My reward was getting a gang raping by two masked fucking morons and two other chumps who are perfectly content to ride Spike’s coat tails past the mid card.
Sweet.
Yeah, I totally deserved that.
Oh wait, here comes Gjenrei with a convoluted reason why I totally deserved to have my ass handed to me for deciding MY HONOR was more important than Spike’s command, despite the fact they put their own honor aside to FOLLOW HIS ORDERS! Yeah, tons of honor in mindlessly following orders like the low level curtain jerking pieces of shit you are.
Oh sorry, Gjenrei is a cruiser weight champion now after losing his last FIVE MATCHES TO EARN THE SHOT! Man, Angel must be fucking blind in both eyes to think you deserved that chance, but then you did beat Alex Jones so that must mean something. I mean, even a broken clock is right twice a day but I guess because Gjenrei TRIED REALLY REALY HARD last week we’re supposed to forget he’s got a pretty epic win loss record.
Hey Gjenrei, do me a favor, take whatever you consider is your honor, your excuses, your justifications and shove them all up your ass.
Cable too.
The both of you are the only fucking hypocrites in this match. You came into this promotion talking about honor and standing up for what you believe in. Since when did what you believe in become whatever Spike Kane tells you to believe in? Way I remember it you wanted to beat us like there wasn’t a fucking tomorrow and now you’re swinging off his balls like a couple of stinky pieces of fucking lint caught in his hair.
But… But… HONOR!!!!
Right? Right? That’s gonna be your response to everything I say as you try so desperately to pick apart some small part of what I said, maybe latch onto how I claim to not feel bad about my past but bring it up, or latch onto something dark from my past you think I should regret, or find some clever way to twist my words around and justify the prison rape I got at Revolution?
HONOR!!!!
There, I saved us all twenty minutes worth of promo time, there is Cable and Gjenrei’s A typical response. Now, if the two of you don’t mind I have someone who actually matters in the grand scheme of things to worry about. See, as important as you may think this group makes you, you will always be Spike’s bitches. Killian? Blade? They at least did SOMETHING before the Empire. Blade is the longest reigning singles champion, Killian took Verona to the limits, you two? Well you sure a lost a hell of a fucking lot to Spike and I so that means something…
Ohh and you managed to pick up a single win in the last thirty days and not to mention Cable just lost to Mike fucking Machado….
Hmmm….
HONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, the two of you can get out of my way and go fuck yourselves, I’m sure Amber would love to watch since it’s clear you three assholes are about to go Chasing Amy on us.
Bitches.
Exhausted, Rob finally dropped back against the gym wall, his hands resting on his knees as his head hung, sweat dripping off of him.
Rob: Why?
His question hung in the empty room like a leaf caught in the wind. Slowly he picked up his head and glared at the punching bag. His mind flashed back to Revolution, to Honorbound restraining him as Spike humiliated him…
His brother stabbed him right in the heart…
Rob: WHY!!!!!!!!!!!
He suddenly lunges forward and starts laying into the bag with right hook after right hook, the open wounds under the tape begin to pour blood as every punch sends a little bit flying all over. He rears back and hits the bag again and again and again.
Rob: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The fury in his voice is painfully clear as he rages against the bag, against the memories of his friend, his brother, his family which now lay in pieces…
Eventually he runs out of energy and drops to his knees, his hands on the floor, his right hand dripping blood through the tape. He looks up and tears stream from his eyes, the pain of betrayal too much for him to hold in anymore as he just lets them flow…
Angela: Rob?
Angela Pierce was suddenly behind him, when she’d gotten there? He didn’t know, he just didn’t want her to see him cry, he hung his head again.
Angela: Rob, are you ok? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you?
He didn’t respond, he couldn’t. If he let her in now Spike would come for her, he’d hurt her just to hurt him, he couldn’t let her in, not now…
Angela: Rob, please don’t push me away.
He had too… Didn’t he?
Angela: I know why you want to push me away, I know you’re afraid of what Spike will do but I’m not. I have you and I know you will protect us.
He would.
Rob: I wanted to do it…
She tilts her head as she kneels down next to him.
Angela: What?
He doesn’t look at her as he responds.
Rob: I wanted to lay Cross out… I wanted to do what Spike said…
Angela: Why didn’t you?
Rob: It wasn’t right.
Angela: That never seemed to bother you in the past?
Rob: I didn’t have Hope then… I didn’t have you and Kevin… What would you have thought of me if I let myself become a monster with him?
She reaches up and gently strokes the back of his head, smiling.
Angela: You’re not like him, I know that and I trust you to do what you think is right inside that ring.
Rob: I trusted him…
She sighs, she knows he did and why shouldn’t he? They were like a family.
Angela: Sometimes even the people we love the most let us down, it’s life.
He finally looks up at her, he makes no effort to hide the tears. She shakes her head and rubs the side of his face and slowly leans in to kiss his forehead.
Rob: I hope I never let you down…
Angela: I believe in you.
Rob tightly wraps his arms around her, holding her tighter than he had ever held anyone before. He wasn’t sure what this was or where it was going and neither was she but he knew he loved her, she loved him and right now that’s all that really matters…
I guess you told me so, huh Spike?
You told me you were going to beat the living shit out of me and you did it. Congrats…
Of course it took four people holding me down to do so and a total disregard for the basic rules of wrestling to finally pin my shoulders to the mat but it’s the ending not the journey that matters to Spike FUCKING Kane, right mate?
I’m going to make this short, Spike, because we’ve known each other a long time and there is no reason for us to waste a whole ton of threats on each other at this point.
You win.
You wanted to make this a war between us?
It is.
You absolutely beat it into my head that this friendship is over and now? Now I don’t have to hold back anymore. I was clearly an idiot to think I could reach the man I thought I knew and talk him back to the surface. There is obviously only one language you speak.
Violence.
So have it your way Spike, I’ll speak your language, you’ve got your war and I’ll even go ahead and be your Judas, because you know what? That makes you Christ and that means I get to CRUCIFY YOUR GOD OF XTREME ASS!
Ya hear me Spike? This war, it doesn’t end with us beating the hell out of each other and then walking away to move onto greener pastures. IT ENDS WHEN ONE OF US IS FUCKING DEAD!
I trusted you. Believed in you. I fucking loved you Spike, LOVED YOU! Loved you like a flesh and blood part of my family. You helped train me, you helped make me, you were the brother, the father, the friend I never had and if it makes you happy, I BETRAYED YOU!
I chose my honor over you. I chose my child over you. I chose my fucking legacy over you.
I’ve spent my entire career following in your foot steps, burying anyone who got in my way and you know what Spike? I’m not fucking you, I’m not the semi god of xtreme, I’m not your lackey in the empire or social distortion or any other group.
I’M ROB MOTHER FUCKING DIAMOND AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU!
Yeah, better asshole. I’m a hundred times the WRESTLER you will ever be. A hundred times the MAN you will ever be. A hundred million times the FATHER you will ever be.
You hear me dick head?
I am better than you.
And if you want to whip out the dicks and tape measure I’d be happy too. Check out the ncw records, see who has more wins? Longer title reigns? More awards?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
Who stuck with that company from beginning to end?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
Who never quit when the going got tough?
Who didn’t whine like a bitch about being pushed out of the main event?
Who never lost a match to HEXX!?
ROB FUCKING DIAMOND.
But wait, now we’re here and even though Spike crows about beating Lance Ryan that one time way back in 1976 every chance he gets, I’m not allowed to talk about how I’VE BEEN BETTER THAN YOU SINCE THE MOMENT I LACED UP A PAIR OF FUCKING BOOTS!
So lets not talk about it now that I’m done making my point. Lets talk about IWF. Lets talk about how you got to that Imperial title and used a group of lackeys to hold me down so you could score the pin. Lets talk about how from this moment forward I will make it my mission in life to make sure you fucking DIE INSIDE THAT RING!
Fuck pipe bombs, Michael, I’m gonna invade that trailer you call a home and beat your fucking skull in with a monkey wrench.
Sound like fun?
Sounds like fun to me because hey, after all, I’m the Judas.
I’m the bad guy here.
I’m the one who gave you up for a hand full of gold…
Yet here I am and you’re the Imperial Champion.
Yeah, you make a lot of fucking sense, psycho.
Do me a favor and die already Mike, at least that way Xander will have a father he can look up to.
A few hours have passed and Rob is all cleaned up and sitting on the bed in his hotel room. He’s currently staring at the screen of his iphone before he finally hits a button and it dials. He puts the phone to his ear…
Rob: Yeah, hey Alex. Look, we need to talk.
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.