Challenge acceptecd

[Eddie Black]

Love and wrestling don’t mix, at least I don’t think they ever should.

( Backstage at Monday night Sacrifice, Eddie Black in some beat jeans and a t-shirt is in the middle of a subdued argument in the hall with his girl friend, Rachel Wells whose in a pair of jeans and a black tank, her trusted handi cam focused on her raging boyfriend. )

Eddie: What the hell was that?

I wanted to pull him aside to somewhere private but there wasn’t a whole lot of private here.

Rachel: What? I was just talking to Kathy.

Eddie: Just talk’in? Bout what?

Rachel: About stuff, you know, love, wrestling and all of that. How she does it.

Eddie: Does what? Be a fuck’in appendage to the most worthless “legend” on the roster? That what ya want? Ya wanna be my fuck’in hand bag?

His words hurt, a lot…

( He pushes the camera away from his face as it swings we can see Rachel’s eyes start to well up but it looks like she’s actually more pissed off than sad and it’s becoming real clear to the stage hands around them as they slowly back off. )

Rachel: No you big dumb fucking idiot! I want to be your goddamn wife!!!!

( Her right hand connected with the side of his face and shocked the hell out of both of them, the camera catching it all at an off kilter angle. )

I didn’t mean to hit him…

( The red mark is clearly visible on the side of his cheek as he just glares at her, contemplating any number of responses but eventually choosing to just walk away. Rachel slumped against the wall, sad, pissed off, confused, the camera dropping into her lap… )

I shouldn’t of done that but he doesn’t get to speak to me like that. We agreed to be partners on this journey, I’m not his fucking appendage or hand bag or whatever. I’m is partner, his goddamn lover and he needs to treat me like it…

Dammit…

( Eventually she pushes off the wall and heads off in the direction he went. His things are gone from the locker room when she gets there, the rental is gone too once she heads outside. )

He left me…

( The hurt was painfully clear, this woman had dedicated the last decade or so of her life to Eddie Black and he just upped and left her in the middle of no where. She reached for her cell phone, her hand shaking with anger as she struggled to pull up his number. )

I should call him, tell him what an asshole he’s being, tell him I never want to see him again…

But that’d be stupid…

( The view screen suddenly shuts and the scene goes to black… )

Be still my beat’in heart. Did Rob Diamond just challenge me to an extreme rules match? Now I know I ain’t been here too long but that is exactly how you reach this cold man’s heart.

Rob, challenge accepted.

Now I know you got yer mind on other things, namely Spike Kane an his evil Empire of lackeys but let me tell ya something, I ain’t afraid to take advantage of ya. See, a name like Rob Diamond, beat’in ya? It’s a big dead. Hell, it’s a quick way to reach the top of this company and while title belts mean jack shit ta me, money means a whole hell of a lot an beat’in ya in extreme rules is like putt’in a price on ya own head.

I’m gonna collect.

Now I like ya Rob, yer a ballsy mother fucker to be sure but you sure as hell ain’t too bright. See ya think because ya can remember my name that ya ain’t distracted by all that nice drama go’in on in ya life but I know better. I know Spike Kane hurt ya, grabbed ya by that beat’in heart and squeezed the life out of that little sucker an if it weren’t for them cameras in ya face all the time you’d be ball’in like a bitch. Hell, ya probably ball’in right now. So please do me the favor of not ly’in out ya ass to me. I know better.

Ya may be the big bad boss dog around here Diamond, ya may be one of the two or three top name’s an all that but ya know as well as anyone that things can change pretty fuck’in quickly. Ya wasn’t always in the position ya are now, ya beat the shit outta someone to get ta where ya are, ya took that spot from someone else. Well guess what Robbie my boy, I’m gunn’in for ya spot.

While I enjoy hang’in with the bottom tier, they tend to be my kind of people more down to earth an less full of they selves like ya self, I don’t plan on open’in shows for ever. I plan on mak’in my mark in this industry just like everyone else, I plan on claw’in my way up the ladder until my name is one of the one in them lights. I plan on tak’in out whoever I gotta take out to get there because unlike ya self, Rob, all these boys in the back don’t really mean shit to me.

Everyone on the roster’s got a target on they head. Even ya self.

So lie to me again about be’in focused, be’in ready. Talk’in about how ya gonna end my career just for the fun of it. Ya ain’t do’inb shit Diamond. Jack shit. Ya gonna step outta the back into that ring an into my world. Ya don’t know shit about gett’in extreme, about collect’in money for ripp’in out people’s souls. Yeah, sure, ya done some shit some place else an it was pretty impressive but that was years ago. The blood thirsty Rob Diamond that pretty much murdered his way to the top is long since passed away, replaced by the glory hound’in bitch we see before us.

I was just fight’in for my life last month in Japan. I been wrestl’in death matches the better part of the last year while ya been tagg’in it up with Spike Kane, while ya been hang’in the shadows, while ya been play’in second fiddle to the real boss of IWF.

Face it Rob, as big an bad as ya hype yaself up to be ya really just Spike Kane’s sloppy seconds and well, I ain’t too picky. I don’t mind play’in clean up to be honest because at the end of the night I still get to say that I took out the invincible Rob Diamond. I did what the God of Xtreme himself failed to do.

I ended his career.

Yeah, that sounds pretty nice. Sounds like something to hang a hat on. Sounds like exactly what’s go’in to happen this Monday night between them ropes Rob. But I want ya to know they ain’t any hard feel’ins. Truth be told I actually kinda like ya, kindrid spirits an such. Ya just happen to be the right name at the right time who was stupid enough to put his career on the line against me. Sure, if this was a regular match ya’d have the advantage, ya’d probably beat me, but we play’in in my playground this week an I promise ya Rob…

I swear to ya that ya gonna live long enough to regret ya words.

No hard feel’ins champ, when it’s all said an done I’ll visit ya in the ER an I may even decide to carry on ya crusade against the Empire just out of obligation. See, I’m not such a bad guy fella, I’m just the wrong guy to try an take ya aggression out on.

I’m look’in forward to bleed’in ya dry Robbie, blood money and all. An hey, at least ya always got that comics collection to focus on while the rest of the wrestl’in world moves on past ya. So there’s always that. Right? Right.

Adios.