Post by Eddie D. on Nov 6, 2013 1:12:54 GMT
Shit has been pretty ridiculous in the life of Rob Diamond lately, he saved the future, turned face on his best friend, got the shit kicked out of him and formed a new tag team with a guy whose own shadow won’t turn it’s back on him.
Been rough.
That being said our hero has still made time every single week to visit the son of his girlfriend, Kevin Pierce, who is suffering from cancer, they spend most of their time together playing heroclix or reading comics but today their talking about Sacrifice. Rob and Kevin are wearing match Rebellion t-shirts while Rob sits in a chair next to Kevin’s bed.
Kevin: Man that match was epic!
Rob: Yeah, it was pretty good.
Rob smiles outwardly to himself, damn proud of his win Monday.
Kevin: I mean when that dude put you through that table I was like DANG!
Rob: Ah… Yeah… That was also cool.
The wind knocked out of his sales slightly, Rob then remembers he still damn won!
Rob: Yeah but then I totally Diamond Cut that punk to hell!
Kevin: Yeah, yeah you did… And IT WAS AWESOME!!!
That brings a nice smile to Rob’s face as he nods his head. Something about having this particular kid as a fan really made him happy.
Kevin: I freaking loved when you bloodied him up with all those head butts. That was crazy! What were you thining.
Rob is all about to answer when a voice cuts him off.
Angela: Yeah, what were you thinking?
Rob snaps his head around to see Angela Pierce, as a reminder she looks like a hotter Amy Adams, dressing smart but still sexy in a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans. Rob gets up from his seat and the two hug but she’s clearly a little upset.
Rob: Hey babe.
Angela: Hey.
Rob: You uhhh… Ok?
Angela: Yup.
Nope, she’s not. Rob nods as he looks back at Kevin, Kevin can tell she’s mad about something, he did spend the only ten years of his life with her.
Rob: Hey Kevin, I’m gonna go grab a coffee with your mom, you want anything?
Kevin: Nah, no thanks.
Rob turns to Angela.
Rob: Coffee?
Angela: Sure.
”I know what you’re thinking.”
Open up on Rob, shiny new Rebellion shirt on display for all to see with an Infamous poster behind him.
”You’re thinking great, here we go, another couple of promos of Rob and Spike threatening to kill each other, twist each other’s words around and talk about who betrayed who and whatever the fuck else.”
He grins.
”And while I’m sure that’s what you can expect from my EX partner in crime who just can’t get it through his thick skull that I am not his personal MUPPET, I just don’t feel like going that way this week. See, the whole I’m going to kill you act is pretty tired, especially when it ain’t going to happen because if he were gonna kill me or I were gonna kill him, well, we’d of done it by now. I mean let’s be real about this, we spend eight or nine hours together about two rooms apart and even occasionally share a ring together and neither of us pull out a shiv and end it.”
He shrugs at us.
”And I’m not going to lie about it, I can’t do it.”
Cue Spike’s mile long diatribe about pulling a trigger or something.
”Spike Kane was my best friend, my brother, we were a family. I mean I’ve run with the name Infamous for a few years now with quite a few different people but Spike? He was different. He was the one guy I could count on more than anyone. He was the guy I could go to for anything, ask for anything and he’d be there and I was there for him. Dude was like my heterosexual life mate.”
Means none gay life partners.
”And despite all the awful things that lowly son of a bitch has done since he snapped, I can’t bring myself to end his life. Call me a pussy or whatever, I don’t care. I’m man enough to admit that guy means more to me than that…”
“HOWEVER!!!! My inability to slit his damn throat in the center of the ring does not mean that I don’t want to hurt him. In fact I want to hurt the man pretty bad. I wanna rip that damn crown off his head, wrap that bitch in barbed wire, dip it in glue, dip it in a pile of broken glass, cover it in gas, light it on fire and beat him over the fucking head until he slips extremely loudly into a fucking coma!”
“But I don’t wanna kill him…”
Two completely different things.
”I’m past the who did what first, who betrayed who, in the end it doesn’t mean a damn thing. All that matters is I’m not going to stop until I beat some fucking sense into my former best friend. You can gang beat me week in and week out, you can cost me Imperial titles, make bullshit stipulations, do whatever you gotta do to make yourself feel like the big boss dog of the IWF but in the end I am never going to stop coming until you look at me through a crimson haze and think hey maybe I WAS the asshole here.”
“That’s all I really want, a single moment of realization where you see all the shit you’ve been doing for what it actually is, Spike.”
Pause for effect.
”A bitch move.”
Heh.
”Fact is the only time you’ve ever managed to pin me in the center of the ring is with an army by your side. The only way you will ever hold onto that title is with the Empire holding your reign together. You’re half the man you used to, half the God, half the king, half the Spike Kane. When Alyson left she took more than your sanity, she took your fucking BALLS! And now your nothing but a delusional whimpering wreck gripping ever so tightly onto the last remnants of a meaningful career.”
“You’re fucking sad bro.”
“Last week you claimed that you carried Infamous and that’s a pretty big claim. We weren’t just the best tag team in IWF, we weren’t just the best tag team in the world today, we were the best fucking tag team the wrestling world has ever had the honor of seeing. There isn’t a team in the history of the world that could lick our fucking sweaty balls in a tag team match. So for you to stand there and calim you alone carried us to greatness, while ignoring every single thing I’ve ever done in my career is quite the fucking claim.”
“Pretty fucking stupid too.”
Must be a delusional God thing.
”But hey, make the claim Spike, go for it. I’m not going to argue or make a counter claim, we were a team, a unit, we got shit done together out there and I will always be greatful for that run together. It was fucking amazing.”
“But this week, in your mind, we’re going to find out which member of Infamous was really the linchpin of the group. We’re split up, new partners, new teams and we’re going to face off for OUR tag team championship.”
He just nods, albeit a little frustrated.
”I know you’re going to question us, you’re going to try and sow some seeds of doubt in mine or Alex’s mind and I expect it. Alex Jones is an absolute fucking snake, he’s a lying, backstabbing filthy little weasel but the thing is… I KNOW that going in. He’s not going to wake up one day, forget his meds and decide that man in the mirror is right, he should go on a homicidal rampage. And call me stupid but when Alex Jones tells me he really truly wants to redeem himself I tend to believe him.”
“Maybe I’m the crazy one, after all, I believed you Spike.”
“Either way, Alex Jones and I are going to make a run at the tag team championship. Say what you want about why we came together but we’ve got atleast one thing in common and that’s you. We are absolutely set on seeing you burn the fuck in hell and if there are two people who can do it, it’s us. Think about it like this, in the wrestling world there are maybe a hand full of people you really truly don’t want to piss off because they just may decide that your career needs to be over.”
“Spike Kane.”
“Steve Awesome.”
“Angel.”
“Alex Jones and Rob Diamond.”
You know that’s right.
”So bring your lap dog Spike, your new found partner whose nothing more than a goddamn villain of the week from an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Alex and I will bring a couple careers of being two of the baddest mother fuckers on the planet and I promise you, no I swear on my god son Xander Kane’s life that your coming up fifteen pounds light.”
“Bitch.”
Rob makes like he’s going to walk away before stopping and peeling off Spike’s side of the post, just leaving Rob’s side above the word Famous. Rob smiles as he drops the picture of Spike on the floor.
”FYI, Xander says his.”
Two finger salute…
Rob and Angela don’t make it to the café, they don’t even make it half way down the hall before Rob stops her.
Rob: Alright, what’s up?
Angela: What was that Monday night?
Rob: Huh?
Angela: That match with Black, what was that?
Rob seems confused as he looks at her.
Rob: It was a match?
Angela: No Rob, it wasn’t, you were trying to hurt that guy.
Rob: We get paid to beat each other senseless and that night we got extra for using weapons.
Angela: You CHALLENGED him to an extreme rules match.
Rob: So?
Angela sighs placing her hands on her hips, the universal sign that her legs are tightly closed for the remainder of the week.
Angela: And what about that girl, Rachel?
Rob: What about her?
Angela: It sure as hell looked like you were thinking about hitting her.
Rob: She got involved in my match.
Angela: And that gives you the right to hit her?
Rob: I didn’t hit her!
Angela: No because Ace got her out of there.
Rob: I wouldn’t of.
Angela: Are you sure?
Rob: Yeah.
Something about Angela’s demeanor says she doesn’t believe him but she relents.
Angela: Look, I’m just worried. You broke away from Spike because you didn’t want to be like him but.. I don’t know, after what I saw Monday I’m just worried that you’re gonna fight with fire or something…
Rob steps forward and wraps his arms around, she buries her head in the safety of his shoulder and just squeezes him tight.
Rob: I just wanna shut his face, that’s it… I’m not like him.. I’m better.
Angela: Ok…
He just holds her for a long while, truth be told, he shares her worry, he’s not exactly sure what he was going to do to Rachel either on Monday… Or what he’ll do to Spike this Monday…
”Cable Arcane.”
Yawns.
”Or Bane, the long and boring, please for the love of all that is holy just shut the fuck up. No. Seriously. Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Don’t speak. Shut the fuck up. Now. Before it’s too late and we all have to suffer through your nonsense again. When in doubt?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He feels better.
”Look, I got it. Spike and I beat you and Gjenrei to the point that you forgot you were supposed to be fighting us for the tag team titles. I get it. We’re pretty intimidating but let me tell you something, now that you’re standing at Spike’s side across the ring from Alex and I, YOU’RE EVEN FURTHER AWAY FROM THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
Nods.
”I mean sure, you traded up on partners and even managed to snag one half of the greatest tag team to date but Spike’s claim to my gold is coming to an abrupt end because just like every other time you’ve come anywhere near me in the ring you’re dreams are going to come to a very sudden halt. I know, I got it, you’re following orders and taking out the weak and something something something but in the end you’re the same old Cable Arcane in a sweet looking mask whose going to find himself on the losing end of a Diamond Cutter.”
“You’re a good fighter man, you could make a real name for yourself if you’d only step out of the shadows. I mean, you sulked around behind Gjenrei, sulked around behind Amber, hell the both of them have held gold while you’ve just kept on struggling to get by and keep up that image of dominance. It’s pretty pathetic really, I mean you’ve been here since day one and accomplished absolutely nothing besides helping to make Spike and I look fucking fantastic.”
High five.
”Congrats man, that’s a really cool accomplishment but at the end of the day you don’t amount to anything besides another nameless face Spike can throw underneath himself to prop up that massive ego. I mean if that’s what you’re going for then keep it up, you’re an amazing post…”
Head shake of doom.
”Fact is Cable, I wish you were half the threat I’m sure Spike will make you out to be. I wish you were even a tenth of the fucking man you pretend to be. I wish you were anyone other than who you are because then the Empire would have an actual chance of retaining the championship. The unfortunate fact is with you at his side, Spike has all but promised himself complete and total failure.”
“Alex and I, we’re everything you ever wish you could be.”
“We’re fucking dangerous.”
“We’re legends.”
“We’re respected.”
“And we both can walk into a daycare without giving the children nightmares because of our hideous fucking face.”
Shrugs
”And in case you forgot, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Been rough.
That being said our hero has still made time every single week to visit the son of his girlfriend, Kevin Pierce, who is suffering from cancer, they spend most of their time together playing heroclix or reading comics but today their talking about Sacrifice. Rob and Kevin are wearing match Rebellion t-shirts while Rob sits in a chair next to Kevin’s bed.
Kevin: Man that match was epic!
Rob: Yeah, it was pretty good.
Rob smiles outwardly to himself, damn proud of his win Monday.
Kevin: I mean when that dude put you through that table I was like DANG!
Rob: Ah… Yeah… That was also cool.
The wind knocked out of his sales slightly, Rob then remembers he still damn won!
Rob: Yeah but then I totally Diamond Cut that punk to hell!
Kevin: Yeah, yeah you did… And IT WAS AWESOME!!!
That brings a nice smile to Rob’s face as he nods his head. Something about having this particular kid as a fan really made him happy.
Kevin: I freaking loved when you bloodied him up with all those head butts. That was crazy! What were you thining.
Rob is all about to answer when a voice cuts him off.
Angela: Yeah, what were you thinking?
Rob snaps his head around to see Angela Pierce, as a reminder she looks like a hotter Amy Adams, dressing smart but still sexy in a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans. Rob gets up from his seat and the two hug but she’s clearly a little upset.
Rob: Hey babe.
Angela: Hey.
Rob: You uhhh… Ok?
Angela: Yup.
Nope, she’s not. Rob nods as he looks back at Kevin, Kevin can tell she’s mad about something, he did spend the only ten years of his life with her.
Rob: Hey Kevin, I’m gonna go grab a coffee with your mom, you want anything?
Kevin: Nah, no thanks.
Rob turns to Angela.
Rob: Coffee?
Angela: Sure.
”I know what you’re thinking.”
Open up on Rob, shiny new Rebellion shirt on display for all to see with an Infamous poster behind him.
”You’re thinking great, here we go, another couple of promos of Rob and Spike threatening to kill each other, twist each other’s words around and talk about who betrayed who and whatever the fuck else.”
He grins.
”And while I’m sure that’s what you can expect from my EX partner in crime who just can’t get it through his thick skull that I am not his personal MUPPET, I just don’t feel like going that way this week. See, the whole I’m going to kill you act is pretty tired, especially when it ain’t going to happen because if he were gonna kill me or I were gonna kill him, well, we’d of done it by now. I mean let’s be real about this, we spend eight or nine hours together about two rooms apart and even occasionally share a ring together and neither of us pull out a shiv and end it.”
He shrugs at us.
”And I’m not going to lie about it, I can’t do it.”
Cue Spike’s mile long diatribe about pulling a trigger or something.
”Spike Kane was my best friend, my brother, we were a family. I mean I’ve run with the name Infamous for a few years now with quite a few different people but Spike? He was different. He was the one guy I could count on more than anyone. He was the guy I could go to for anything, ask for anything and he’d be there and I was there for him. Dude was like my heterosexual life mate.”
Means none gay life partners.
”And despite all the awful things that lowly son of a bitch has done since he snapped, I can’t bring myself to end his life. Call me a pussy or whatever, I don’t care. I’m man enough to admit that guy means more to me than that…”
“HOWEVER!!!! My inability to slit his damn throat in the center of the ring does not mean that I don’t want to hurt him. In fact I want to hurt the man pretty bad. I wanna rip that damn crown off his head, wrap that bitch in barbed wire, dip it in glue, dip it in a pile of broken glass, cover it in gas, light it on fire and beat him over the fucking head until he slips extremely loudly into a fucking coma!”
“But I don’t wanna kill him…”
Two completely different things.
”I’m past the who did what first, who betrayed who, in the end it doesn’t mean a damn thing. All that matters is I’m not going to stop until I beat some fucking sense into my former best friend. You can gang beat me week in and week out, you can cost me Imperial titles, make bullshit stipulations, do whatever you gotta do to make yourself feel like the big boss dog of the IWF but in the end I am never going to stop coming until you look at me through a crimson haze and think hey maybe I WAS the asshole here.”
“That’s all I really want, a single moment of realization where you see all the shit you’ve been doing for what it actually is, Spike.”
Pause for effect.
”A bitch move.”
Heh.
”Fact is the only time you’ve ever managed to pin me in the center of the ring is with an army by your side. The only way you will ever hold onto that title is with the Empire holding your reign together. You’re half the man you used to, half the God, half the king, half the Spike Kane. When Alyson left she took more than your sanity, she took your fucking BALLS! And now your nothing but a delusional whimpering wreck gripping ever so tightly onto the last remnants of a meaningful career.”
“You’re fucking sad bro.”
“Last week you claimed that you carried Infamous and that’s a pretty big claim. We weren’t just the best tag team in IWF, we weren’t just the best tag team in the world today, we were the best fucking tag team the wrestling world has ever had the honor of seeing. There isn’t a team in the history of the world that could lick our fucking sweaty balls in a tag team match. So for you to stand there and calim you alone carried us to greatness, while ignoring every single thing I’ve ever done in my career is quite the fucking claim.”
“Pretty fucking stupid too.”
Must be a delusional God thing.
”But hey, make the claim Spike, go for it. I’m not going to argue or make a counter claim, we were a team, a unit, we got shit done together out there and I will always be greatful for that run together. It was fucking amazing.”
“But this week, in your mind, we’re going to find out which member of Infamous was really the linchpin of the group. We’re split up, new partners, new teams and we’re going to face off for OUR tag team championship.”
He just nods, albeit a little frustrated.
”I know you’re going to question us, you’re going to try and sow some seeds of doubt in mine or Alex’s mind and I expect it. Alex Jones is an absolute fucking snake, he’s a lying, backstabbing filthy little weasel but the thing is… I KNOW that going in. He’s not going to wake up one day, forget his meds and decide that man in the mirror is right, he should go on a homicidal rampage. And call me stupid but when Alex Jones tells me he really truly wants to redeem himself I tend to believe him.”
“Maybe I’m the crazy one, after all, I believed you Spike.”
“Either way, Alex Jones and I are going to make a run at the tag team championship. Say what you want about why we came together but we’ve got atleast one thing in common and that’s you. We are absolutely set on seeing you burn the fuck in hell and if there are two people who can do it, it’s us. Think about it like this, in the wrestling world there are maybe a hand full of people you really truly don’t want to piss off because they just may decide that your career needs to be over.”
“Spike Kane.”
“Steve Awesome.”
“Angel.”
“Alex Jones and Rob Diamond.”
You know that’s right.
”So bring your lap dog Spike, your new found partner whose nothing more than a goddamn villain of the week from an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Alex and I will bring a couple careers of being two of the baddest mother fuckers on the planet and I promise you, no I swear on my god son Xander Kane’s life that your coming up fifteen pounds light.”
“Bitch.”
Rob makes like he’s going to walk away before stopping and peeling off Spike’s side of the post, just leaving Rob’s side above the word Famous. Rob smiles as he drops the picture of Spike on the floor.
”FYI, Xander says his.”
Two finger salute…
Rob and Angela don’t make it to the café, they don’t even make it half way down the hall before Rob stops her.
Rob: Alright, what’s up?
Angela: What was that Monday night?
Rob: Huh?
Angela: That match with Black, what was that?
Rob seems confused as he looks at her.
Rob: It was a match?
Angela: No Rob, it wasn’t, you were trying to hurt that guy.
Rob: We get paid to beat each other senseless and that night we got extra for using weapons.
Angela: You CHALLENGED him to an extreme rules match.
Rob: So?
Angela sighs placing her hands on her hips, the universal sign that her legs are tightly closed for the remainder of the week.
Angela: And what about that girl, Rachel?
Rob: What about her?
Angela: It sure as hell looked like you were thinking about hitting her.
Rob: She got involved in my match.
Angela: And that gives you the right to hit her?
Rob: I didn’t hit her!
Angela: No because Ace got her out of there.
Rob: I wouldn’t of.
Angela: Are you sure?
Rob: Yeah.
Something about Angela’s demeanor says she doesn’t believe him but she relents.
Angela: Look, I’m just worried. You broke away from Spike because you didn’t want to be like him but.. I don’t know, after what I saw Monday I’m just worried that you’re gonna fight with fire or something…
Rob steps forward and wraps his arms around, she buries her head in the safety of his shoulder and just squeezes him tight.
Rob: I just wanna shut his face, that’s it… I’m not like him.. I’m better.
Angela: Ok…
He just holds her for a long while, truth be told, he shares her worry, he’s not exactly sure what he was going to do to Rachel either on Monday… Or what he’ll do to Spike this Monday…
”Cable Arcane.”
Yawns.
”Or Bane, the long and boring, please for the love of all that is holy just shut the fuck up. No. Seriously. Shut the fuck up. Stop it. Don’t speak. Shut the fuck up. Now. Before it’s too late and we all have to suffer through your nonsense again. When in doubt?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He feels better.
”Look, I got it. Spike and I beat you and Gjenrei to the point that you forgot you were supposed to be fighting us for the tag team titles. I get it. We’re pretty intimidating but let me tell you something, now that you’re standing at Spike’s side across the ring from Alex and I, YOU’RE EVEN FURTHER AWAY FROM THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
Nods.
”I mean sure, you traded up on partners and even managed to snag one half of the greatest tag team to date but Spike’s claim to my gold is coming to an abrupt end because just like every other time you’ve come anywhere near me in the ring you’re dreams are going to come to a very sudden halt. I know, I got it, you’re following orders and taking out the weak and something something something but in the end you’re the same old Cable Arcane in a sweet looking mask whose going to find himself on the losing end of a Diamond Cutter.”
“You’re a good fighter man, you could make a real name for yourself if you’d only step out of the shadows. I mean, you sulked around behind Gjenrei, sulked around behind Amber, hell the both of them have held gold while you’ve just kept on struggling to get by and keep up that image of dominance. It’s pretty pathetic really, I mean you’ve been here since day one and accomplished absolutely nothing besides helping to make Spike and I look fucking fantastic.”
High five.
”Congrats man, that’s a really cool accomplishment but at the end of the day you don’t amount to anything besides another nameless face Spike can throw underneath himself to prop up that massive ego. I mean if that’s what you’re going for then keep it up, you’re an amazing post…”
Head shake of doom.
”Fact is Cable, I wish you were half the threat I’m sure Spike will make you out to be. I wish you were even a tenth of the fucking man you pretend to be. I wish you were anyone other than who you are because then the Empire would have an actual chance of retaining the championship. The unfortunate fact is with you at his side, Spike has all but promised himself complete and total failure.”
“Alex and I, we’re everything you ever wish you could be.”
“We’re fucking dangerous.”
“We’re legends.”
“We’re respected.”
“And we both can walk into a daycare without giving the children nightmares because of our hideous fucking face.”
Shrugs
”And in case you forgot, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Well howdy there pardner.