Post by Rob Diamond on Sept 20, 2024 16:32:50 GMT
”Oooooh Abraxes. I’m a get to you in a minute.”
{ Wags index finger. }
”Bruce, you skinny fat ass piece of shit.”
“I’m not taking a single word I said about you last week back. Yeah, you’ve clearly been trained by the best people money can buy. Ya demonstrated that in the ring with me but if I’m being honest?”
“Not impressed.”
“You can have all the training in the world, hell you can train for decades with the absolute pinnacle of professional wrestling but if you don’t have heart? Then ya got nothing.”
“And that’s what I felt in the ring with you.”
“You’re like a black hole, devoid of passion. An egotistical little twat just going through the motions of what a truly great professional wrestler is supposed to be. That’s why I’m calling my shot right here, right now.”
“You won’t be here in twelve months.”
“You’re like a skid mark after a wet fart. Here today. Gone tomorrow.”
“People like you are a dime a dozen in this business. Ya come in all cock hard and gung ho right up until that first stumbling block. The second that pristine record starts to to get a little one sided in the loss column, people like you?”
“They hit the bricks. And X... Always with the X. Some opinions can be private.”
“An it's because you don’t have the passions, the heart or drive to persevere through the hard times. You don’t have the fucking nuts between your legs to knuckle up, grit your teeth and fight your way to the top. People like you walk the easy street, thinking money is all you need to get to where you wanna go.”
“Well I got bad news bears for you Bruce.”
“The only thing money gets you in this business is laid.”
“And I wouldn’t touch you with Happys dick.”
“Speaking of getting laid. Can we address that huge discrepancy in your bio?”
“6’1?? Who the fuck are you kidding??”
“You know you’re not supposed to wear two inch lifts when you go to the doctors right? I mean shit, if you’re even a ball hair over six foot then I’ve got a twelve inch dong.”
{ Extreme close up on my 3-4 inch (soft) bulge. }
”You can lie on paperwork but you can’t lie to my eyes. You skinny fat dipshit. Now do the world a favor and quit already. We all know that’s how this little career path of yours ends so just get it over with.”
“Oh and stay the fuck out of my way. I’m on a warpath Sunday and I don’t need your short wide ass blocking me from some good old fashioned revenge.”
“It’s called weight watchers by the way. Look it up.”
“Speaking of weight watchers.”
“I’m starting to wonder if this whole damn company suffers from amnesia because Abraxes?”
“You’re messing with the wrong guy.”
“And by messing, I mean fucking.”
“You coming at me with your big burly ass with the lights out? Nice. Real original. And I bet you think because you’ve got that sick mask that I’m already shitting my pants?”
“Nah son.”
“I’m just pissed off.”
“I’ve been busting my nuts since I got back trying to work my way up to a title shot and you think you can just saunter in and derail that?”
“That’s not gonna work for me, brother.”
“See, I’m something of a monster myself. Maybe you missed it when I beat my brother into retirement? Even if that stipulation wasn’t a part of the match he’d still have to step away from the ass whipping I gave him. Or maybe you skimmed over all the shit I’ve done and won in this company? Or maybe you’ve never seen my hardcore playlist on YouTube? The one that has video after video of me beating big bitches like you in extremely violent situations.”
“Fair enough.”
“So I’m a show you who the fuck you’re fucking with.”
“Word has it that Verona is gonna tell security to hold back Sunday when I get to the arena. Apparently he likes making money and nothing makes money like Rob Diamond bloodying someone up.”
“Well allow me to oblige you, Mr. Verona.”
“Because I am going to hunt Abraxes down like a Burmese python in Florida. Look it up. I’m gonna cave that fugly bitches head in with whatever I can get my hands on. Hell, if I gotta wrap my own penis in barbed wire just to have something good and sturdy to whip that rotund mother fucker with?”
“I will.”
“I’m crazy like that.”
“I don’t know what made you step away from the buffet and fuck with my match and at this moment I don’t really care. You’re gonna pay for that shit, Abraxes. And if you keep fucking around post extreme endurance you may be paying with more than some blood and bruises.”
“People seem to forget that I’m more than a sarcastic effeminate asshole with a pretty face.”
“I’m the fucking danger.”
“Not Nick Danger but I mean like the Walter White kind.”
“I’m the mother fucker who knocks, bitch.”
“Not you.”
“And I don’t take kindly to being pushed. Look it up. See the hell I’ve brought down on people who thought they could just steam roll over me. I’ll give you a good starting google.”
“Rob Diamond versus Spike Kane.”
“I’m sure you know the name, probably still have a poster over your bed so you can wack off to a real monster. Well bitch, I made the blood god bleed. I made'em cry. I made his ass fucking beg. So you? You’re nothing to me but an overweight asshole in a mask that needs a good slap.”
“And if you wanna step it up? If you wanna try and make this into something personal? If you wanna keep going post Sunday?”
“If you wanna fuck around? You’re gonna find out.”
“Suck it.”
Well howdy there pardner.