Post by Eddie D. on Sept 24, 2015 17:46:59 GMT
Distractions…
That’s all Rob’s life was now a days, distraction from pain, heartache, from the empty feeling in his chest every time his eyes glanced over an old picture on Facebook. He had to distract himself, be it with exercise, with wrestling, with cutting a venomous promo against whoever his opponent this week was.
But the simplest distraction was one he’d been ignoring, dreading to come face to face with for the last month.
His mother had been nice enough to look after Hope for him while he was out getting his head right, beating men until they physically hurt as much as he did emotionally but she had had enough. She called him, left him a voice mail because he refused to answer and told him he had to come home, he had to see Hope. She’d been crying herself to sleep the last few days, she didn’t understand why Daddy and Jazz haven’t been around and the fact he hurt someone else he loved, even unintentionally crushed him.
He’d flown home almost immediately after hearing the voice mail, Hope’s tiny voice in the background asking if Daddy was on the phone.
He stood now in her bed room, his two year old bundle of joy wrapped up tight in his arms, his hand cradling her head, stroking her light brown hair and her face buried deep in his neck.
Rob: I missed you baby.
Hope: I missed you too Daddy.
She wrapped her arms tighter around him and squeezed her legs against him, she didn’t plan on ever letting her go but he knew she would have to, he had another flight, another match and another face he had to crush until he felt better about himself.
Hope: Where’s Miss Jazz?
She whispered the question, almost afraid to ask it and he was even more terrified to answer it. Slowly he sat down on her new big girl bed with Hope now positioned on his lap, her blueish eyes gazing longingly and questioningly into his.
Rob: She’s gone baby.
Hope: Is she coming back?
He took a deep breath, he didn’t know how to answer that question. He never talked to her like she was a baby, he always spoke to her like she was an adult with truth and honestly but this was harder than he had imagined it would be.
Rob: No baby…
He felt his heart swell, he still didn’t want to admit it was really over.
Hope: How come?
Rob: Heh…
He couldn’t help but laugh, it was that or cry.
Rob: She’s upset with Daddy, baby.
Hope: Say you’re sorry.
So cute, so innocent, god he hoped she would never grow up.
Rob: I did, baby, sometimes life isn’t that easy.
She didn’t really understand and he couldn’t really explain it to her in a way that would make sese.
Rob: I’m sorry kiddo, I know how much you liked her but I’m not going anywhere.
She smiled and gave him another big hug, he felt his heart melt with this little girl in his arms, his daughter, his family and promised himself silently that she would never go through something like this again.
Rob: I love you baby.
Hope: I love you too Daddy.
Rob: For always.
Hope: Forever.
For a moment he felt happy, content but then his eyes caught something that made his blood boil. On his daughter’s dresser was a picture in a plain black frame, Rob, Jazz and Hope smiling in between the two of them. It was from their trip to Yankee Candle in Massachusetts last December. They were so happy, so in love, they were family and now…
Now he was just angry again.
Undo these chains my friend
I’ll show you the rage I’ve hidden.
We open on the increasingly impressive beard of Rob Diamond and his beady little eyes glaring holes through your bird chest.
”Sometimes I wonder if the kids coming up in the business ever actually even watched the show before they were on it?”
Fair question considering the increasing stupidity around here.
”Two weeks back Aaron Owens cut what was probably the worst promo since Trent Helms last come back tour. First the little shit called me old, told me I was past my prime and Second he told me I should retire like old man Kane before me.”
He snorts a laugh.
”Son, I’m twenty nine years old, hardly out of my prime. Just because I’ve held championships in every company I’ve ever been a part of including two separate record setting reigns with two separate titles in two different companies along with a world championship reign and a damn impressive undefeated streak doesn’t mean I’m old. It means I’m just plain better than everyone else in the company.”
He shrugs with a wink.
”See kid, when I hit the scene I made an immediate impact. I latched my baby teeth right on to the nipple of Spike Kane and rode his coat tails right to the mid card. From there I cut my own path through the ncw roster until it wasn’t even a question who was the face of the company.”
“Rob Diamond.”
“You think I just haphazardly call myself the Greatest of all Time?”
“You think it’s just a silly moniker to sell t-shirts?”
“While that second thing is relatively true, I earned that moniker through years of beating names and taking ass. So while you sit there under the tutelage of two of the biggest jokes in the history of professional wrestling, Andrew Chokobsen and Kyle “I couldn’t buy a win with Donald Trump’s money” Mason, I’m out there cementing my place in the history of our industry as THE BEST.”
Undisputed.
”Oh so what Alex Jones is barking orders at you? I mean if it isn’t painfully obvious every time he slaps you around like a crack whore of Cherry Street that he doesn’t give a shit about you then ask yourself where the hell as he been any one of the three times I’ve forcibly inserted a metaphorical black dildo up your ass and beat you silly with it?”
The censors are going to have fun with him this week.
”Where was Body Count when Rob Diamond dropped you on your head on the ring apron? Where was Body Count when I threw you around the outside of the ring just looking for a fun way to snap your neck? Where was Body Count when you FINALLY stole a win over me?”
“Hell, I bet the first thing Alex did when you got backstage was bitch smack you side ways for not beating me proper.”
Rob just shakes his head as he looks into the lens.
”And I’m not disputing your win, congrats, you did what you said you were going to do, pinned me in the center of the ring. Now let’s see you do it again. Now let’s see you not just pin me but actually beat me because from where I’m sitting every time we’ve stepped inside a ring together I’ve pretty much had my way with you, Owens.”
“You wanna talk about being the future of this company or our industry? Prove it. Put me out to pasture. Do what Falcon, Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona all couldn’t do.”
“End my career.”
He smirks.
”I fucking dare you.”
And he’s not kidding.
”Otherwise shut the fuck up and take your beating like a good boy Owens because you’re treading dangerously close to my tolerance limit. I’ve talked a lot of shit about ending your career, taking you out, pulling the trigger but I keep holding back. See, I’ve got some hope you’ll snap out of this ill advised heel turn and realize how big of a douche bag Alex Jones is, how worthless Andy and Kyle are and how utterly disgusting that walking STD Ana is and come back to the light.”
“I’m not saying let’s be road buddies and form a tag team and run the world together, what I’m saying is if you’re going to attach yourself like a pimple to the ass of a legend at least pick one with something to teach you besides how to properly lube your butt hole for insertion.”
Rob doesn’t laugh but it was pretty funny.
”Hell, that floundering failure Nighthawk has more to teach you than any one of your crew.”
True story.
”But maybe I’m the idiot. Maybe I need to reevaluate my feelings on the matter. Maybe I need to start judging you for your actions instead for your potential. Maybe I do need to just put up and shut up and just drop you on your head so Angeldamned hard that every vertebrae in your neck pops like a balloon on a hot day in June.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you accepted my challenge to an Extreme Rules match then, isn’t it? Because now when I take you outside of that ring I can do whatever I want with you. If I want to completely cave your skull in with a steel chair…”
“I will.”
If I want to wrap you in barbed wire and set a table on fire and power bomb you through it from the rafters of the building...”
“I will.”
“If I want to just punch you in the fucking mouth until your jaw becomes jelly and every bone in my hand is broken or fracture…”
“I WILL!”
“So think about that Owens. Think about the fact that you’re stepping into an Extreme Rules match with a man who has made his career off of cheating. A man who has double crossed and back stabbed every one who has ever called him a friend with a smile on his mother fucking face. A man who quite literally ended the career of his own brother way back before I had hair on my balls let alone on my face.”
“Think about it Owens.”
“And think about this, will Body Count be there for you this time? Will Alex Jones, Andrew Jacobsen and Kyle Mason come out to save you from the unholy ass beating you are about to receive? Do you matter enough for them to risk a shot to the nuts to stop you from bleeding out in the center of the ring?”
He pauses just long enough to let the question linger.
”Spoilers… The answer’s no.”
He smirks and laughs.
”Don’t worry kid, we all make mistakes in life, sure, not everyone’s mistakes costs them their dreams or their looks or their ability to walk and chew solid food but sometimes it’s mistakes like accepting my challenge Sunday night that really show you what you’re made of. So IF by some act of Angel Blake above you manage to wake up Monday morning I’ll gladly shake your hand and buy you a beer.”
“IF you wake up.”
“And IF you’re not down with that then I got two word for ya.”
He steps back, winds up and….
”SUCK IT!!!!”
That’s all Rob’s life was now a days, distraction from pain, heartache, from the empty feeling in his chest every time his eyes glanced over an old picture on Facebook. He had to distract himself, be it with exercise, with wrestling, with cutting a venomous promo against whoever his opponent this week was.
But the simplest distraction was one he’d been ignoring, dreading to come face to face with for the last month.
His mother had been nice enough to look after Hope for him while he was out getting his head right, beating men until they physically hurt as much as he did emotionally but she had had enough. She called him, left him a voice mail because he refused to answer and told him he had to come home, he had to see Hope. She’d been crying herself to sleep the last few days, she didn’t understand why Daddy and Jazz haven’t been around and the fact he hurt someone else he loved, even unintentionally crushed him.
He’d flown home almost immediately after hearing the voice mail, Hope’s tiny voice in the background asking if Daddy was on the phone.
He stood now in her bed room, his two year old bundle of joy wrapped up tight in his arms, his hand cradling her head, stroking her light brown hair and her face buried deep in his neck.
Rob: I missed you baby.
Hope: I missed you too Daddy.
She wrapped her arms tighter around him and squeezed her legs against him, she didn’t plan on ever letting her go but he knew she would have to, he had another flight, another match and another face he had to crush until he felt better about himself.
Hope: Where’s Miss Jazz?
She whispered the question, almost afraid to ask it and he was even more terrified to answer it. Slowly he sat down on her new big girl bed with Hope now positioned on his lap, her blueish eyes gazing longingly and questioningly into his.
Rob: She’s gone baby.
Hope: Is she coming back?
He took a deep breath, he didn’t know how to answer that question. He never talked to her like she was a baby, he always spoke to her like she was an adult with truth and honestly but this was harder than he had imagined it would be.
Rob: No baby…
He felt his heart swell, he still didn’t want to admit it was really over.
Hope: How come?
Rob: Heh…
He couldn’t help but laugh, it was that or cry.
Rob: She’s upset with Daddy, baby.
Hope: Say you’re sorry.
So cute, so innocent, god he hoped she would never grow up.
Rob: I did, baby, sometimes life isn’t that easy.
She didn’t really understand and he couldn’t really explain it to her in a way that would make sese.
Rob: I’m sorry kiddo, I know how much you liked her but I’m not going anywhere.
She smiled and gave him another big hug, he felt his heart melt with this little girl in his arms, his daughter, his family and promised himself silently that she would never go through something like this again.
Rob: I love you baby.
Hope: I love you too Daddy.
Rob: For always.
Hope: Forever.
For a moment he felt happy, content but then his eyes caught something that made his blood boil. On his daughter’s dresser was a picture in a plain black frame, Rob, Jazz and Hope smiling in between the two of them. It was from their trip to Yankee Candle in Massachusetts last December. They were so happy, so in love, they were family and now…
Now he was just angry again.
Undo these chains my friend
I’ll show you the rage I’ve hidden.
We open on the increasingly impressive beard of Rob Diamond and his beady little eyes glaring holes through your bird chest.
”Sometimes I wonder if the kids coming up in the business ever actually even watched the show before they were on it?”
Fair question considering the increasing stupidity around here.
”Two weeks back Aaron Owens cut what was probably the worst promo since Trent Helms last come back tour. First the little shit called me old, told me I was past my prime and Second he told me I should retire like old man Kane before me.”
He snorts a laugh.
”Son, I’m twenty nine years old, hardly out of my prime. Just because I’ve held championships in every company I’ve ever been a part of including two separate record setting reigns with two separate titles in two different companies along with a world championship reign and a damn impressive undefeated streak doesn’t mean I’m old. It means I’m just plain better than everyone else in the company.”
He shrugs with a wink.
”See kid, when I hit the scene I made an immediate impact. I latched my baby teeth right on to the nipple of Spike Kane and rode his coat tails right to the mid card. From there I cut my own path through the ncw roster until it wasn’t even a question who was the face of the company.”
“Rob Diamond.”
“You think I just haphazardly call myself the Greatest of all Time?”
“You think it’s just a silly moniker to sell t-shirts?”
“While that second thing is relatively true, I earned that moniker through years of beating names and taking ass. So while you sit there under the tutelage of two of the biggest jokes in the history of professional wrestling, Andrew Chokobsen and Kyle “I couldn’t buy a win with Donald Trump’s money” Mason, I’m out there cementing my place in the history of our industry as THE BEST.”
Undisputed.
”Oh so what Alex Jones is barking orders at you? I mean if it isn’t painfully obvious every time he slaps you around like a crack whore of Cherry Street that he doesn’t give a shit about you then ask yourself where the hell as he been any one of the three times I’ve forcibly inserted a metaphorical black dildo up your ass and beat you silly with it?”
The censors are going to have fun with him this week.
”Where was Body Count when Rob Diamond dropped you on your head on the ring apron? Where was Body Count when I threw you around the outside of the ring just looking for a fun way to snap your neck? Where was Body Count when you FINALLY stole a win over me?”
“Hell, I bet the first thing Alex did when you got backstage was bitch smack you side ways for not beating me proper.”
Rob just shakes his head as he looks into the lens.
”And I’m not disputing your win, congrats, you did what you said you were going to do, pinned me in the center of the ring. Now let’s see you do it again. Now let’s see you not just pin me but actually beat me because from where I’m sitting every time we’ve stepped inside a ring together I’ve pretty much had my way with you, Owens.”
“You wanna talk about being the future of this company or our industry? Prove it. Put me out to pasture. Do what Falcon, Spike Kane, Mike Laszlo and Roberto Verona all couldn’t do.”
“End my career.”
He smirks.
”I fucking dare you.”
And he’s not kidding.
”Otherwise shut the fuck up and take your beating like a good boy Owens because you’re treading dangerously close to my tolerance limit. I’ve talked a lot of shit about ending your career, taking you out, pulling the trigger but I keep holding back. See, I’ve got some hope you’ll snap out of this ill advised heel turn and realize how big of a douche bag Alex Jones is, how worthless Andy and Kyle are and how utterly disgusting that walking STD Ana is and come back to the light.”
“I’m not saying let’s be road buddies and form a tag team and run the world together, what I’m saying is if you’re going to attach yourself like a pimple to the ass of a legend at least pick one with something to teach you besides how to properly lube your butt hole for insertion.”
Rob doesn’t laugh but it was pretty funny.
”Hell, that floundering failure Nighthawk has more to teach you than any one of your crew.”
True story.
”But maybe I’m the idiot. Maybe I need to reevaluate my feelings on the matter. Maybe I need to start judging you for your actions instead for your potential. Maybe I do need to just put up and shut up and just drop you on your head so Angeldamned hard that every vertebrae in your neck pops like a balloon on a hot day in June.”
“Guess it’s a good thing you accepted my challenge to an Extreme Rules match then, isn’t it? Because now when I take you outside of that ring I can do whatever I want with you. If I want to completely cave your skull in with a steel chair…”
“I will.”
If I want to wrap you in barbed wire and set a table on fire and power bomb you through it from the rafters of the building...”
“I will.”
“If I want to just punch you in the fucking mouth until your jaw becomes jelly and every bone in my hand is broken or fracture…”
“I WILL!”
“So think about that Owens. Think about the fact that you’re stepping into an Extreme Rules match with a man who has made his career off of cheating. A man who has double crossed and back stabbed every one who has ever called him a friend with a smile on his mother fucking face. A man who quite literally ended the career of his own brother way back before I had hair on my balls let alone on my face.”
“Think about it Owens.”
“And think about this, will Body Count be there for you this time? Will Alex Jones, Andrew Jacobsen and Kyle Mason come out to save you from the unholy ass beating you are about to receive? Do you matter enough for them to risk a shot to the nuts to stop you from bleeding out in the center of the ring?”
He pauses just long enough to let the question linger.
”Spoilers… The answer’s no.”
He smirks and laughs.
”Don’t worry kid, we all make mistakes in life, sure, not everyone’s mistakes costs them their dreams or their looks or their ability to walk and chew solid food but sometimes it’s mistakes like accepting my challenge Sunday night that really show you what you’re made of. So IF by some act of Angel Blake above you manage to wake up Monday morning I’ll gladly shake your hand and buy you a beer.”
“IF you wake up.”
“And IF you’re not down with that then I got two word for ya.”
He steps back, winds up and….
”SUCK IT!!!!”
Well howdy there pardner.