Post by Eddie D. on Nov 12, 2013 4:13:59 GMT
Who just won the tag team titles?
Rob: WE JUST WON THE TAG TEAM TITLES!!!!!
That’s right, the Rebellion did, Rob Diamond and Alex Jones, the least likeliest tag team of all time considering how much they’ve hated each other in the past. Now they are your IWF World Tag Team Champions and shit is about to get real around here!
Alex: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
Rob: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
Together: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!! OF THE WORLD!!!!!
The two of them are currently leading a two man bar song somewhere in the general area of the arena where Sacrifice was held. Rob has his belt around his waist, brand spanking new Rebellion shirt covering his rock hard abs, Alex has his belt over his shoulder, same damn sexy shirt on his ripped torso, the entire bar is sharing a drink with them as Rob is buying and the place is going nuts!
Alex: WE CAME!
Rob: WE SAW!
Together: WE KICKED SOME ASS!!!
The two clank their drinks together and slam back another round.
Alex: Man I never thought the day would come where I’d be able to sit next to you and not wanna break your jaw.
Rob: And I never thought the day would come when I wouldn’t wanna strangle you dead.
The two share and awkward glance and then laugh it off.
Alex: But here we are and the Empire has been taken down a notch. Hell yeah!
Rob: Damn right, now Spike knows exactly who he’s messing with.
Together: THE REBELLION! BITCH!
Another toast and another slamming of the drinks. Alex gets up and wipes his mouth off and pats Rob on the back before heading off to drain the lizard as it were. Rob smiles to himself as he pats his strap and watches the television. His phone rings and he’s quick to answer it.
Rob: Yell-o?
Angela: Rob? Hey Rob, I saw the show, congratulations.
Rob beams a little.
Rob: Thanks babe, it was a blast.
Angela: I’m so happy for you, both of you and I’m happy you didn’t let things get out of hand out there.
Rob glowers for a second, he’d restrained himself during the match because she wanted him to, didn’t mean he doesn’t want to kill Spike.
Rob: Yeah well, you were right… I don’t want to be like him.
Angela: Good. Look I just wanted to call and congratulate you, I’m sure you and Alex have some celebrating today. Hurry back though, we all miss you here.
He smiled, he couldn’t help it. They hadn’t been together all that long but they had already become this tight knit little family and he loved it.
Rob: I’ll be back tomorrow after noon.
Angela: Can’t wait. Goodnight.
Rob: Night babe.
They hung up. He sat there for what seemed like a long time, just staring into his glass, thinking about the match how it just wasn’t the right time to end Spike Kane. No, he loved the tag team titles and all but that wasn’t the kind of match Spike deserved as his last. A man like Spike, he deserved better and Rob planned on giving him exactly what he deserved…
”Mike Laszlo.”
Open to the smug grin of the still reigning and defending tag team champion, Rob Diamond.
”Do me a favor, will you?
The smug grin gets a little wider.
”Get the fuck off my balls right this very second the fucking things are turning BLUE!”
Winks.
”Please? See, I get it Mike, you’ve had a pretty tumultuous career in IWF so far and I don’t need to waste anyone’s time going over it, you hear the same basic promo from everyone else every single week as it is, but then you do the impossible and you beat me.”
“AWESOME!”
“And then spend the next month or so RELIVING THAT FUCKING MOMENT EVERY SINGLE DAY OF YOUR PITITFUL LIFE NO MATTER HOW MANY OTHER MATCHES YOU LOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The annoyance is strong with this one.
”Look, I can’t say I know what it’s like to be a slightly below average mid card wrestler but I do know what it’s like to do the impossible and while it’s REALLY REALLY cool to know that you’re as good as you pretend to be when you’re playing that brand new wrestling game on the ps3 you actually have to CONTINUE TO PROVE IT!!!!”
Shrugs.
”A win over me should have been a game changers for you, an eye opener, hell I asked that you bring it and you brought it and then you followed it up with a great big dump in the center of the ring the next week and the next week and the next week and all the while you’re still crowing about that one cold night where you put me down… Dude, I love you, seriously, I love you like I love sharing a hotel room with Steve Awesome…
Which means not at all.
”But get the hell off my ball sack already.”
Seriously.
”You beat me and I congratulated you but now you gotta get in that ring and prove it wasn’t a fluke. Now I’m not saying you’ve gotta prove it to me or the fans or management, you gotta prove it to yourself because I’m pretty confident that despite the bravado and the luster, the reason you’ve gotta remind everyone in the world you can hang with someone as goddamn fucking talented as myself is because you don’t honestly believe you belong anywhere near me or my ring.”
Prove me wrong.
”Say what ya want Mike but I said good match, shook your hand and walked away, you on the other hand went on a I BEAT ROB DIAMOND FUCKING WORLD TOUR!!!!! While you lost some surprising match ups. I mean yeah, you laid out that Angel wannabe and managed to beat Eddie Black a week after I beat the fuck out of him in extreme rules but in the mean time you’ve done nothing. Where as I have reclaimed the tag team titles, beaten Spike Kane in two different kinds of matches and proceeded to be a serious fucking thorn in the side of the Empire as a whole.”
Pauses.
”What have you done again?”
Rob waits and counts to three or four.
”You don’t have to defend it, I know I’m a big deal and it’s very flattering that you love my balls that much but I do have a girlfriend and you appear to atleast be bisexual with a girlfriend and I personally feel like we should focus on the people we’re already seeing. Sorry if that bursts your bubble but I do still wanna be friends. No don’t cry, it’s you, not me, really.”
Cheeky grin.
”Thing is Mike, I love the fact you put the pedal to the metal in that one match we had together, you really showed me what you’re made of and I fucking love that. I love to be challenged. I’m just like everyone else, I got into wrestling to be the goddamn best and I want to be challenged on a nightly basis. I hate easy wins, I hate people who don’t belong in the fucking ring with me. It was a nice surprise after all those times I whipped your ass that you actually came out and kicked mine. Showed me you’re more than talk.”
Uh, be careful, don’t get too excited.
” But I think you and me both know I fucking HATE Spike Kane.”
The levity begins to fade.
”And any chance to make his life a miserable fucking hell is a chance I will NOT let pass me by.”
There’s a coldness to his words.
”Our match this week is a chance for me to not only make his life, it’s a chance to END his Imperial Title reign and expose him for the sack of shit that he is. In one night I could bring the Empire crashing down because well know that without Spike, the rest of them are nothing. So Laszlo, I like you man, you’re a good dude, good wrestler, but you’re standing in between me and what I was put on this fucking Earth to do.”
A coldness to his eyes.
”Spike Kane stabbed me in the back. Spike Kane deserves to be punished. I will be the one to punish him. I WILL be the one to END him. ME! Not you. Not Davey. Not Mason. FUCKING ME! ROB FUCKING DIAMOND!”
He’s seething.
”Last time was a match, two men fighting for honor, this time is completely fucking different. This time I’ve got something to lose, something more to fight for, this time, if you fucking force me to, I will do Cable’s job for him and end your goddamn career in the center of the ring Mike.”
He’s literally turning red with anger.
”See, what people forget about me is I’m just as dangerous as Spike Kane, just as fucked up in the head and just as willing to end careers WHEN I have to. Don’t make me have to. Don’t make me end you too. I’d love to face you down the road again over a major title but that’s up to you. You could come out to that ring, guns blazing and meet me like a ball of fucking lightening and end your night the way you’ll spend the rest of your life in a hospital bed OR! You could take an ass whipping and crawl back into bed with Alexis and have her tell ya it’ll be better tomorrow.”
He just shakes his head.
”I honestly don’t care which you chose. I personally expect you to try and put up a fight and I’m sorry to say this Mike, you’re going to lose.”
He steps forward.
”A lot more than you bargained for.”
Sometime early Tuesday morning, Angel, dressed in all black, is seen heading to his car.
Rob: Hey.
He stops and turns to see Rob walking up behind him in just a black tee and some jeans.
Angel: Rob?
Rob: I’ve got to talk to you…
Angel and Rob used to be close but times have changed and now, well now their as far apart as they could be.
Angel: What do you want?
Rob: You’re a father, a husband…
Angel: Yes, so?
Rob: You’re also one of the most brutal sons of bitches on the planet. You’ve ended careers without batting an eye lash…
Angel just watches Rob, studying him.
Rob: How?
Angel: Excuse me?
Rob: How did you balance it out? How did you step in that ring and do what had to be done and go home and kiss your kids?
Angel: Is this about Spike?
Rob sighs and looks down, he knows what has to be done, what he thinks needs to be done, but he isn’t sure he can do it.
Rob: I need to end him… Before it’s too late…
Rob looks up and the weight of this decision is clear as his eyes seem to water.
Rob: But I don’t know if I can…
Angel steps forward and touches Rob on the shoulder.
Angel: Come with me.
Fade.
Rob: WE JUST WON THE TAG TEAM TITLES!!!!!
That’s right, the Rebellion did, Rob Diamond and Alex Jones, the least likeliest tag team of all time considering how much they’ve hated each other in the past. Now they are your IWF World Tag Team Champions and shit is about to get real around here!
Alex: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
Rob: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!
Together: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!! OF THE WORLD!!!!!
The two of them are currently leading a two man bar song somewhere in the general area of the arena where Sacrifice was held. Rob has his belt around his waist, brand spanking new Rebellion shirt covering his rock hard abs, Alex has his belt over his shoulder, same damn sexy shirt on his ripped torso, the entire bar is sharing a drink with them as Rob is buying and the place is going nuts!
Alex: WE CAME!
Rob: WE SAW!
Together: WE KICKED SOME ASS!!!
The two clank their drinks together and slam back another round.
Alex: Man I never thought the day would come where I’d be able to sit next to you and not wanna break your jaw.
Rob: And I never thought the day would come when I wouldn’t wanna strangle you dead.
The two share and awkward glance and then laugh it off.
Alex: But here we are and the Empire has been taken down a notch. Hell yeah!
Rob: Damn right, now Spike knows exactly who he’s messing with.
Together: THE REBELLION! BITCH!
Another toast and another slamming of the drinks. Alex gets up and wipes his mouth off and pats Rob on the back before heading off to drain the lizard as it were. Rob smiles to himself as he pats his strap and watches the television. His phone rings and he’s quick to answer it.
Rob: Yell-o?
Angela: Rob? Hey Rob, I saw the show, congratulations.
Rob beams a little.
Rob: Thanks babe, it was a blast.
Angela: I’m so happy for you, both of you and I’m happy you didn’t let things get out of hand out there.
Rob glowers for a second, he’d restrained himself during the match because she wanted him to, didn’t mean he doesn’t want to kill Spike.
Rob: Yeah well, you were right… I don’t want to be like him.
Angela: Good. Look I just wanted to call and congratulate you, I’m sure you and Alex have some celebrating today. Hurry back though, we all miss you here.
He smiled, he couldn’t help it. They hadn’t been together all that long but they had already become this tight knit little family and he loved it.
Rob: I’ll be back tomorrow after noon.
Angela: Can’t wait. Goodnight.
Rob: Night babe.
They hung up. He sat there for what seemed like a long time, just staring into his glass, thinking about the match how it just wasn’t the right time to end Spike Kane. No, he loved the tag team titles and all but that wasn’t the kind of match Spike deserved as his last. A man like Spike, he deserved better and Rob planned on giving him exactly what he deserved…
”Mike Laszlo.”
Open to the smug grin of the still reigning and defending tag team champion, Rob Diamond.
”Do me a favor, will you?
The smug grin gets a little wider.
”Get the fuck off my balls right this very second the fucking things are turning BLUE!”
Winks.
”Please? See, I get it Mike, you’ve had a pretty tumultuous career in IWF so far and I don’t need to waste anyone’s time going over it, you hear the same basic promo from everyone else every single week as it is, but then you do the impossible and you beat me.”
“AWESOME!”
“And then spend the next month or so RELIVING THAT FUCKING MOMENT EVERY SINGLE DAY OF YOUR PITITFUL LIFE NO MATTER HOW MANY OTHER MATCHES YOU LOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The annoyance is strong with this one.
”Look, I can’t say I know what it’s like to be a slightly below average mid card wrestler but I do know what it’s like to do the impossible and while it’s REALLY REALLY cool to know that you’re as good as you pretend to be when you’re playing that brand new wrestling game on the ps3 you actually have to CONTINUE TO PROVE IT!!!!”
Shrugs.
”A win over me should have been a game changers for you, an eye opener, hell I asked that you bring it and you brought it and then you followed it up with a great big dump in the center of the ring the next week and the next week and the next week and all the while you’re still crowing about that one cold night where you put me down… Dude, I love you, seriously, I love you like I love sharing a hotel room with Steve Awesome…
Which means not at all.
”But get the hell off my ball sack already.”
Seriously.
”You beat me and I congratulated you but now you gotta get in that ring and prove it wasn’t a fluke. Now I’m not saying you’ve gotta prove it to me or the fans or management, you gotta prove it to yourself because I’m pretty confident that despite the bravado and the luster, the reason you’ve gotta remind everyone in the world you can hang with someone as goddamn fucking talented as myself is because you don’t honestly believe you belong anywhere near me or my ring.”
Prove me wrong.
”Say what ya want Mike but I said good match, shook your hand and walked away, you on the other hand went on a I BEAT ROB DIAMOND FUCKING WORLD TOUR!!!!! While you lost some surprising match ups. I mean yeah, you laid out that Angel wannabe and managed to beat Eddie Black a week after I beat the fuck out of him in extreme rules but in the mean time you’ve done nothing. Where as I have reclaimed the tag team titles, beaten Spike Kane in two different kinds of matches and proceeded to be a serious fucking thorn in the side of the Empire as a whole.”
Pauses.
”What have you done again?”
Rob waits and counts to three or four.
”You don’t have to defend it, I know I’m a big deal and it’s very flattering that you love my balls that much but I do have a girlfriend and you appear to atleast be bisexual with a girlfriend and I personally feel like we should focus on the people we’re already seeing. Sorry if that bursts your bubble but I do still wanna be friends. No don’t cry, it’s you, not me, really.”
Cheeky grin.
”Thing is Mike, I love the fact you put the pedal to the metal in that one match we had together, you really showed me what you’re made of and I fucking love that. I love to be challenged. I’m just like everyone else, I got into wrestling to be the goddamn best and I want to be challenged on a nightly basis. I hate easy wins, I hate people who don’t belong in the fucking ring with me. It was a nice surprise after all those times I whipped your ass that you actually came out and kicked mine. Showed me you’re more than talk.”
Uh, be careful, don’t get too excited.
” But I think you and me both know I fucking HATE Spike Kane.”
The levity begins to fade.
”And any chance to make his life a miserable fucking hell is a chance I will NOT let pass me by.”
There’s a coldness to his words.
”Our match this week is a chance for me to not only make his life, it’s a chance to END his Imperial Title reign and expose him for the sack of shit that he is. In one night I could bring the Empire crashing down because well know that without Spike, the rest of them are nothing. So Laszlo, I like you man, you’re a good dude, good wrestler, but you’re standing in between me and what I was put on this fucking Earth to do.”
A coldness to his eyes.
”Spike Kane stabbed me in the back. Spike Kane deserves to be punished. I will be the one to punish him. I WILL be the one to END him. ME! Not you. Not Davey. Not Mason. FUCKING ME! ROB FUCKING DIAMOND!”
He’s seething.
”Last time was a match, two men fighting for honor, this time is completely fucking different. This time I’ve got something to lose, something more to fight for, this time, if you fucking force me to, I will do Cable’s job for him and end your goddamn career in the center of the ring Mike.”
He’s literally turning red with anger.
”See, what people forget about me is I’m just as dangerous as Spike Kane, just as fucked up in the head and just as willing to end careers WHEN I have to. Don’t make me have to. Don’t make me end you too. I’d love to face you down the road again over a major title but that’s up to you. You could come out to that ring, guns blazing and meet me like a ball of fucking lightening and end your night the way you’ll spend the rest of your life in a hospital bed OR! You could take an ass whipping and crawl back into bed with Alexis and have her tell ya it’ll be better tomorrow.”
He just shakes his head.
”I honestly don’t care which you chose. I personally expect you to try and put up a fight and I’m sorry to say this Mike, you’re going to lose.”
He steps forward.
”A lot more than you bargained for.”
Sometime early Tuesday morning, Angel, dressed in all black, is seen heading to his car.
Rob: Hey.
He stops and turns to see Rob walking up behind him in just a black tee and some jeans.
Angel: Rob?
Rob: I’ve got to talk to you…
Angel and Rob used to be close but times have changed and now, well now their as far apart as they could be.
Angel: What do you want?
Rob: You’re a father, a husband…
Angel: Yes, so?
Rob: You’re also one of the most brutal sons of bitches on the planet. You’ve ended careers without batting an eye lash…
Angel just watches Rob, studying him.
Rob: How?
Angel: Excuse me?
Rob: How did you balance it out? How did you step in that ring and do what had to be done and go home and kiss your kids?
Angel: Is this about Spike?
Rob sighs and looks down, he knows what has to be done, what he thinks needs to be done, but he isn’t sure he can do it.
Rob: I need to end him… Before it’s too late…
Rob looks up and the weight of this decision is clear as his eyes seem to water.
Rob: But I don’t know if I can…
Angel steps forward and touches Rob on the shoulder.
Angel: Come with me.
Fade.
Well howdy there pardner.