Post by Eddie D. on Jun 25, 2013 3:15:36 GMT
I'm just picking myself up off the floor backstage when Spike comes storming through the curtain. He looks over at me dusting myself off, man does he ever look pissed...
Spike: Where. The. Fuck. Were. You???
Rob: Huh?
Spike gets uncomfortably close as he asks that question again.
Spike: WHERE WERE YOU??? I just got my ass handed to me by two Australian retards and my partner was NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!
He must be joking.
Rob: Seriously?
Spike: I'm not fucking around Rob.
Spike gets close enough I could kiss him, however I don't really feel in the mood right now.
Rob: Why don't you back off?
Spike: You gonna make me?
Rob: Yeah, I might.
Spike: Try it.
I smirk, he sneers, our firsts ball up and that's about when Ally jumps in between us. Thank god for women...
Ally: What the hell are you two doing?
Spike: Um I don't know, I just got my ass kicked and Rob was MIA!
Rob: News flash dick breathe I got my ass kicked too!
Spike: Is that so?
Rob: Yeah, it is.
Ally: BOYS! Cut the shit right now. Seriously, the two of you are like children sometimes.
Spikey backs up, mostly cause Ally makes him. I like Spike, I really do, just wish the dude would think sometimes.
Spike: You know what-
Rob: Stop right there. You clearly need some time to cool off and I've got shit I gotta do this week.
Ally: Rob-
Rob: Hold it right there Al, take Spikey here home, play him the tape and when he sees how much of a dick he's being, have him call me. Meanwhile I'm outta here.
I feel her reach out for me but I'm pretty damn pissed off right now as I storm down the hall way like a full grown child. I head to "our" locker room, shower, change, the usual and I grab my belt, my stuff and head the hell out of here. I don't even wanna see Spike right now. I'm just about out of the arena when I walk right into Tiffany Jones and here handi camera man.
Tiffany: ROB!?
And of course she wants her exclusive.
Tiffany: Rob, can I get a word with you?
Rob: A word?
I've got more than one.
Rob: Sure, you can have several actually.
Tiffany: Excellent. We all saw what happened tonight on Sacrifice and as it turns out both you and Spike will have your chance some pretty immediate revenge.
Rob: Is that so? See, I haven't even looked at the card yet so why don't you enlighten me, Tiff?
Tiffany: As fate would have it, Spike Kane will be facing Cyrus Daniels and you will be taking on Stephen Kingsley.
Not exactly what I had in mind but it's hard to hide the grin that creeps it's way across my face.
Rob: Really now?
Tiffany: Yes and my first question would be after tonight, how do you feel about getting your hands on Stephen Kingsley so soon?
Rob: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL!? I feel pretty goddamn good, Tiff, because Stephen and his buddy Cy there, have made a GIGANTIC MISTAKE! They've gone and pissed me off.
It's all fun and games until someone gets murdered.
Rob: Now I can respect a little backstage assault, hell, I wrote the hand book on it but what I can't respect is two dumb sons of bitches who just don't get it. WE WON. They had their shot to prove they were the number one tag team in IWF and they BLEW IT! So instead of going back to the bottom like everyone else and EARNING another shot at us they go and jump us backstage. Get on our bad sides. Push all the wrong buttons. Which is excellent if our names were Jackhammer and Winchester or Gjenrei and Arcane... HOWEVER!
I just shake my head at the total freaking ignorance of these two.
Rob: We're Rob Diamond and Spike Kane. We're InFamous. We injure people for a LIVING! We win matches for fun. And we end careers as a FREAKING HOBBY! So if Steph and Cy were looking to bring a quick end to a short career then they are absolutely doing the right thing but if they are expecting anything less than that after tonight... Their DEAD wrong.
Tiffany: I see. So I take it your goal this coming Monday won't be to win?
Rob: Win?
Scoff at the idea.
Rob: I don't want to win.
Tiffany: What?>
Rob: That's right, I don't want to win. Nope. Not even slightly. See, when you're me and you just got your ass handed to you, winning your next match isn't really an option anymore. See, Spike and I, we're going to be looking to send a message. A pretty damn clear message to not just our would be opponents but to the entire damn roster. YOU DO NOT MESS WITH INFAMOUS!!! So Steph, bring your A game, B game, C game, bring your shiv and your soap on a rope and everything else you've got to bring because Monday night you're gonna need all that and more to stop me from snapping your damn neck.
I pull a chicken bone out of my back pocket that I keep there for just such analogies and break it between my hands.
POP!
Rob: I'm sure you thought it was real clever. I'm sure you think you've got one up on us but I want you to look me right in the eye right here, right now.
Zoom in real close camera man.
Rob: I'm not going to bother beating you Monday. I'm going to kill you. And I mean that totally literally, Steph. Totally. I don't know nor do I care what you went to jail for. It don't matter. Because I need you to understand that in that ring, mistakes happen. Moves don't always go right and sometimes, well sometimes people just land wrong and careers are cut real short. The difference between Jackhammer botching a power bomb and what I have planned is when I drop you on your scrawny little neck it's gonna be on PURPOSE! And since we're insured and you're a foreigner I'm gonna get off Scott free. Don't ya just love America?
Two finger salute.
Tiffany: Wow, that's pretty brutal Rob.
Rob: Yeah well this is what they asked for when they jumped us. Spike and I, we're professionals. You keep it in the ring, we'll keep it in the ring. But understand something. We didn't pick the name InFamous, WE EARNED IT. You don't get to where we are in this business by making BFF's with everyone in the back. Ya get here by cracking skulls and stabbing backs. Spike and I have gone through friends, family and enemies to become the mother trucking legends we are today and if you two no dick having punks think you've got what it takes to dethrone us? HAH! I don't think so. See, you two kill a croc or bang your sister and end up in jail... We end careers for a goddamn living and get PRAISED for it.
PWI top five this year.
Rob: And to be honest, most of the time, we love it. Most people, they hate when a feud goes too far. They hate going to that dark place they need to go to to get the job done. They hate embracing their dark side. Not us. We live for moments like this. WE STRIVE ON THEM. And you two woke the demon. And I'm not even the slightest bit sorry, Steph. Not at all. Because I'm going to enjoy what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to enjoy ripping your head off your neck and crapping down your throat. I'm going to enjoy being the reason you spend the rest of your miserable life DREAMING of the good old days in lock up, back when you were SAFE!
Tiffany: So it's safe to assume your looking end a career Monday?
Rob: Assume? Looking? Nah, it's a promise. Come Tuesday morning Criminal Intent isn't gonna be anything more than a freaking stain in the ring. You better pray to god something bad happens to me between now and Monday because Steph, you ARE NOT leaving ring side with the use of MOST of your bodily functions. Suck it.
I blitz passed Tiff and head on out of the arena. Time to head home...
The next morning.
I'm on a plane headed back to CT, trying to forget about the night before. It's hard to stay mad at Spike, I know how it looked and I'd be pissed if I were him too... Dude needs to relax. My little interview plays through my head again, I think about back pedaling some of the death threats because normally I don't do that but then I remember the pompous smirks on their faces and wish I'd a bought a gun before Obama made it illegal...
I look down at my phone and pull up the email again, feeling a need to distract myself I mutter the title of it again.
Rob: Class of 2003 Reunion...
Hard to believe it's been ten years since I got out of high school... Even harder to believe its been ten years since I saw her... I know, I know, it's pretty cliche to talk about the one who got away but I think we all have one and I think we all secretly dread and dream about the day we see her again. Well... This weekend I'm going to see her again and it literally sends chills up my spine.
I don't wanna embarrass myself here but let's just say this was the one long before Zelda or Jenny or anyone else I've dated.
She was the one...
And like most good things in my life I totally blew it. See, I've got something of a complex, a little personality disorder and long story short she didn't really appreciate the way I treated her. It sucks that it's taken me this long to see it but I see pretty clearly now I never treated this girl like she really mattered to me.
Claire Austen...
It's messed up, you know? You think you'll forget about, or atleast you convince yourself that you will. You tell yourself everyday that someone else will come along and blow that person out of the water and yeah, maybe you'll get close but no one ever really replaces them. They just take their place in your heart, make you feel better for the time. If you're lucky it'll work out and the one who got away won't matter... If you're me? Well then nothing in your personal life ever really works out just the way you want. Which is why I'm still fighting to get my kid, still fighting to get over Zelda and still fighting to prove I'm one of the best wrestlers alive...
But behind all that there's my memory of her...
Man I feel like such a little girl right now even thinking about it. Then it hits me, I'm headed home... I'm heading home to go to this reunion and I'm going to see her... The hell am I going to say? The hell am I going to do?
Friday Night.
I'm here. Everyone's here. The whole damn class. But they don't matter, their praise, their hate, none of it. Only she matters and I see her. Our eyes lock from across the room. We both begin to move toward each other. I get that half a smile she gives when she's nervous, I shot one back. Suddenly we're in the middle of the room, she looks beautiful. Plain brown eye, plan brown eyes, to most people there wouldn't be anything exceptional about her. To me? Everything is exceptional...
Rob: Hey...
Claire: Hey...
Awkward silence. We look away. I feel her starting to move past and I reach for her.
Rob: Wanna dance?
Claire: Sure.
And we danced. And for just a single moment it was all gone. For one fleeting moment I had everything I ever wanted and nothing else mattered. But that's all it was. A moment. A song. A dance. Then she was gone. Vanished into the crowd. I felt my heart sink farther. I remember how I felt ten years ago. It all comes flooding back...
Then my phone chimes. I take it out and look at the screen.
Facebook:
One new friend request
Claire Austen
And the emptiness is gone. The smile returns. I see her across the room and for the first time since IWF opened it's doors I feel like maybe, just maybe this is a new beginning... Too bad it's also gonna be a pretty abrupt end for Stephen Kinglsey... Oh well.
Spike: Where. The. Fuck. Were. You???
Rob: Huh?
Spike gets uncomfortably close as he asks that question again.
Spike: WHERE WERE YOU??? I just got my ass handed to me by two Australian retards and my partner was NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!
He must be joking.
Rob: Seriously?
Spike: I'm not fucking around Rob.
Spike gets close enough I could kiss him, however I don't really feel in the mood right now.
Rob: Why don't you back off?
Spike: You gonna make me?
Rob: Yeah, I might.
Spike: Try it.
I smirk, he sneers, our firsts ball up and that's about when Ally jumps in between us. Thank god for women...
Ally: What the hell are you two doing?
Spike: Um I don't know, I just got my ass kicked and Rob was MIA!
Rob: News flash dick breathe I got my ass kicked too!
Spike: Is that so?
Rob: Yeah, it is.
Ally: BOYS! Cut the shit right now. Seriously, the two of you are like children sometimes.
Spikey backs up, mostly cause Ally makes him. I like Spike, I really do, just wish the dude would think sometimes.
Spike: You know what-
Rob: Stop right there. You clearly need some time to cool off and I've got shit I gotta do this week.
Ally: Rob-
Rob: Hold it right there Al, take Spikey here home, play him the tape and when he sees how much of a dick he's being, have him call me. Meanwhile I'm outta here.
I feel her reach out for me but I'm pretty damn pissed off right now as I storm down the hall way like a full grown child. I head to "our" locker room, shower, change, the usual and I grab my belt, my stuff and head the hell out of here. I don't even wanna see Spike right now. I'm just about out of the arena when I walk right into Tiffany Jones and here handi camera man.
Tiffany: ROB!?
And of course she wants her exclusive.
Tiffany: Rob, can I get a word with you?
Rob: A word?
I've got more than one.
Rob: Sure, you can have several actually.
Tiffany: Excellent. We all saw what happened tonight on Sacrifice and as it turns out both you and Spike will have your chance some pretty immediate revenge.
Rob: Is that so? See, I haven't even looked at the card yet so why don't you enlighten me, Tiff?
Tiffany: As fate would have it, Spike Kane will be facing Cyrus Daniels and you will be taking on Stephen Kingsley.
Not exactly what I had in mind but it's hard to hide the grin that creeps it's way across my face.
Rob: Really now?
Tiffany: Yes and my first question would be after tonight, how do you feel about getting your hands on Stephen Kingsley so soon?
Rob: How do I feel? HOW DO I FEEL!? I feel pretty goddamn good, Tiff, because Stephen and his buddy Cy there, have made a GIGANTIC MISTAKE! They've gone and pissed me off.
It's all fun and games until someone gets murdered.
Rob: Now I can respect a little backstage assault, hell, I wrote the hand book on it but what I can't respect is two dumb sons of bitches who just don't get it. WE WON. They had their shot to prove they were the number one tag team in IWF and they BLEW IT! So instead of going back to the bottom like everyone else and EARNING another shot at us they go and jump us backstage. Get on our bad sides. Push all the wrong buttons. Which is excellent if our names were Jackhammer and Winchester or Gjenrei and Arcane... HOWEVER!
I just shake my head at the total freaking ignorance of these two.
Rob: We're Rob Diamond and Spike Kane. We're InFamous. We injure people for a LIVING! We win matches for fun. And we end careers as a FREAKING HOBBY! So if Steph and Cy were looking to bring a quick end to a short career then they are absolutely doing the right thing but if they are expecting anything less than that after tonight... Their DEAD wrong.
Tiffany: I see. So I take it your goal this coming Monday won't be to win?
Rob: Win?
Scoff at the idea.
Rob: I don't want to win.
Tiffany: What?>
Rob: That's right, I don't want to win. Nope. Not even slightly. See, when you're me and you just got your ass handed to you, winning your next match isn't really an option anymore. See, Spike and I, we're going to be looking to send a message. A pretty damn clear message to not just our would be opponents but to the entire damn roster. YOU DO NOT MESS WITH INFAMOUS!!! So Steph, bring your A game, B game, C game, bring your shiv and your soap on a rope and everything else you've got to bring because Monday night you're gonna need all that and more to stop me from snapping your damn neck.
I pull a chicken bone out of my back pocket that I keep there for just such analogies and break it between my hands.
POP!
Rob: I'm sure you thought it was real clever. I'm sure you think you've got one up on us but I want you to look me right in the eye right here, right now.
Zoom in real close camera man.
Rob: I'm not going to bother beating you Monday. I'm going to kill you. And I mean that totally literally, Steph. Totally. I don't know nor do I care what you went to jail for. It don't matter. Because I need you to understand that in that ring, mistakes happen. Moves don't always go right and sometimes, well sometimes people just land wrong and careers are cut real short. The difference between Jackhammer botching a power bomb and what I have planned is when I drop you on your scrawny little neck it's gonna be on PURPOSE! And since we're insured and you're a foreigner I'm gonna get off Scott free. Don't ya just love America?
Two finger salute.
Tiffany: Wow, that's pretty brutal Rob.
Rob: Yeah well this is what they asked for when they jumped us. Spike and I, we're professionals. You keep it in the ring, we'll keep it in the ring. But understand something. We didn't pick the name InFamous, WE EARNED IT. You don't get to where we are in this business by making BFF's with everyone in the back. Ya get here by cracking skulls and stabbing backs. Spike and I have gone through friends, family and enemies to become the mother trucking legends we are today and if you two no dick having punks think you've got what it takes to dethrone us? HAH! I don't think so. See, you two kill a croc or bang your sister and end up in jail... We end careers for a goddamn living and get PRAISED for it.
PWI top five this year.
Rob: And to be honest, most of the time, we love it. Most people, they hate when a feud goes too far. They hate going to that dark place they need to go to to get the job done. They hate embracing their dark side. Not us. We live for moments like this. WE STRIVE ON THEM. And you two woke the demon. And I'm not even the slightest bit sorry, Steph. Not at all. Because I'm going to enjoy what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to enjoy ripping your head off your neck and crapping down your throat. I'm going to enjoy being the reason you spend the rest of your miserable life DREAMING of the good old days in lock up, back when you were SAFE!
Tiffany: So it's safe to assume your looking end a career Monday?
Rob: Assume? Looking? Nah, it's a promise. Come Tuesday morning Criminal Intent isn't gonna be anything more than a freaking stain in the ring. You better pray to god something bad happens to me between now and Monday because Steph, you ARE NOT leaving ring side with the use of MOST of your bodily functions. Suck it.
I blitz passed Tiff and head on out of the arena. Time to head home...
The next morning.
I'm on a plane headed back to CT, trying to forget about the night before. It's hard to stay mad at Spike, I know how it looked and I'd be pissed if I were him too... Dude needs to relax. My little interview plays through my head again, I think about back pedaling some of the death threats because normally I don't do that but then I remember the pompous smirks on their faces and wish I'd a bought a gun before Obama made it illegal...
I look down at my phone and pull up the email again, feeling a need to distract myself I mutter the title of it again.
Rob: Class of 2003 Reunion...
Hard to believe it's been ten years since I got out of high school... Even harder to believe its been ten years since I saw her... I know, I know, it's pretty cliche to talk about the one who got away but I think we all have one and I think we all secretly dread and dream about the day we see her again. Well... This weekend I'm going to see her again and it literally sends chills up my spine.
I don't wanna embarrass myself here but let's just say this was the one long before Zelda or Jenny or anyone else I've dated.
She was the one...
And like most good things in my life I totally blew it. See, I've got something of a complex, a little personality disorder and long story short she didn't really appreciate the way I treated her. It sucks that it's taken me this long to see it but I see pretty clearly now I never treated this girl like she really mattered to me.
Claire Austen...
It's messed up, you know? You think you'll forget about, or atleast you convince yourself that you will. You tell yourself everyday that someone else will come along and blow that person out of the water and yeah, maybe you'll get close but no one ever really replaces them. They just take their place in your heart, make you feel better for the time. If you're lucky it'll work out and the one who got away won't matter... If you're me? Well then nothing in your personal life ever really works out just the way you want. Which is why I'm still fighting to get my kid, still fighting to get over Zelda and still fighting to prove I'm one of the best wrestlers alive...
But behind all that there's my memory of her...
Man I feel like such a little girl right now even thinking about it. Then it hits me, I'm headed home... I'm heading home to go to this reunion and I'm going to see her... The hell am I going to say? The hell am I going to do?
Friday Night.
I'm here. Everyone's here. The whole damn class. But they don't matter, their praise, their hate, none of it. Only she matters and I see her. Our eyes lock from across the room. We both begin to move toward each other. I get that half a smile she gives when she's nervous, I shot one back. Suddenly we're in the middle of the room, she looks beautiful. Plain brown eye, plan brown eyes, to most people there wouldn't be anything exceptional about her. To me? Everything is exceptional...
Rob: Hey...
Claire: Hey...
Awkward silence. We look away. I feel her starting to move past and I reach for her.
Rob: Wanna dance?
Claire: Sure.
And we danced. And for just a single moment it was all gone. For one fleeting moment I had everything I ever wanted and nothing else mattered. But that's all it was. A moment. A song. A dance. Then she was gone. Vanished into the crowd. I felt my heart sink farther. I remember how I felt ten years ago. It all comes flooding back...
Then my phone chimes. I take it out and look at the screen.
Facebook:
One new friend request
Claire Austen
And the emptiness is gone. The smile returns. I see her across the room and for the first time since IWF opened it's doors I feel like maybe, just maybe this is a new beginning... Too bad it's also gonna be a pretty abrupt end for Stephen Kinglsey... Oh well.
Well howdy there pardner.