Post by Eddie D. on Nov 25, 2015 20:14:01 GMT
Freya Kane and Rob Diamond, a few years ago the two of them were inseparable, best friends despite what her older brother Brad had thought of Rob. The two of them just hit it off right from the get go. The only problem was Freya was married and Rob was eternally in future failed relationships.
Things for the both of them changed when Rob met Jazz and Freya had seemingly ironed things out with her then husband. The two best friends slowly drifted apart, the texts and late night phone calls were few and far between so when Freya dropped Rob a line last week, well, surprised is probably the best word one could use to describe how he’d felt.
Rob: I just don’t understand is all.
The two of them sat together in a booth with faded red leather seats after catching a late night showing of the new “Hunger Games” movie, Freya’s idea, not his. Rob looked his usual, bushy beard and skull cap with a black hoodie and jeans but Freya looked absolutely amazing. Like a hotter Mila Kunis with bright eyes in a stunning form fitting tank top with a black leather jacket and skin tight jeans to match. It was honestly hard for Rob to look away.
Freya: I don’t really know what to say…
Her voice trailed off as did her eyes, she was ashamed of her actions, of the way she sort of cast Rob aside when her husband forbade her from talking to him.
Rob: Why?
She looked back up at him, at his imploring eyes, this was a question he’d wanted to ask her for almost a year now.
Rob: Why’d you stop talking to me?
Freya: Because he asked me to.
She all but blurted it out in one long word and she was immediately upset with herself over it all, over how it all went down.
Rob: I know I just… I thought you said…
Freya: I know what I said Rob, that you were important to me, that our friendship was important to me but he basically threatened to leave…
Rob: He left anyway.
He didn’t mean to sound so cold, so callous but it was the truth.
Freya: I know and I feel bad enough as it is, isn’t it enough that I’m here now, talking to you, hanging out like we used too?
Rob: It is…
Slowly he reached across the old dark wood table and gripped her left hand with his right, she gently squeezed back and smiled.
Rob: It’s more than enough.
What have I become
My sweetest friend…
Ha… Ha… Ha…
Bet you think you’re real damn funny Verona, tagging me in the head with your championship belt helping your little butt buddy bitch Ace get a pin on me.
I BET YOU’RE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF!!!
And I’m sure you found it super hysterical when I cost you a few thousand dollars at ring side after the show went off the air. Gotta tell you, as childish as destroying company property is it sure felt damn good to know it was coming out of your pocket. Though I’m sure you’ll fine me like a bitch instead of just facing up that you had it coming.
Look Berto, Thanksgiving is around the corner for us Americans, a holiday where we all get together and celebrate the fact that we slaughtered an entire culture of people before Hitler was even conceived. We like to go around the dinner table and give thanks, thanks to our parents or to god or to our good fortune, whatever. This year I’ve got something I want to give thanks for…
I wanna give thanks for you giving me the opportunity to make DAMN SURE you don’t leave Survival of the Fittest the Imperial Champion.
For all your bullshit about you, me and Warren working together you sure went out of your way to make absolutely sure that I will not help you for one single second. And like Ace is your boy, the catcher in your little tag team, Warren is my boy, my brother, he’s like a son to me and if you think for one single second that either him or me is even going to consider tagging you out then you’ve got another thing coming Bertie.
You will lose that belt Sunday.
I don’t give a rats ass who pins you for it either, it could be Nighthawk, Jacobsen, hell, Thani but one of them is walking out with your belt because you’ve got a receipt coming son. I WILL lay you out, I WILL leave you for dead in that ring and I WILL see a new Imperial Champion crowned.
Congrats on costing me a single match, now I’m going to cost you you’re lives fucking dreams!
Everyone I know goes away
In the end…
Dinner came and went, many drinks were had and the two of them laughed through it all as everything seemed to fade away from the world. Rob had all but forgotten the past few months and everything that had been happening with Jazz, Freya was smiling more than she could remember.
As the bar closed they found themselves outside in the cool crisp night air. She nuzzled up against him for warmth, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Rob had his right arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, holding her as close as he could while the two of them walked down the side walk toward his car.
Freya: Thank you for this, I had a nice time.
Rob: Me too.
He could feel himself falling for her all over again. Truth is back before he dated Zelda Knite he had a thing for Freya, he was head over heels for her back then, she knew it, said she felt the same but things were too complicated then. Now as he holds her here in the cold night air all the old feelings started to come back.
They stopped next to the passenger side door of his car, Rob used his left hand to hit the unlock button but Freya turned to face him instead of getting in the car. Their eyes locked, he reached up for her with his right hand and gently pushed her hair behind her left ear, she smiled coyly and looked away with a smile. They moved closer together, her body pressed up against his, his arms moving their way around the small of her back as she wrapped her's around his shoulders.
Their lips met in an explosion of passion, kissing each other like they had never kissed anyone before, it was everything Rob had ever imagined it to be and more…
They laughed and held hands the whole way back to Rob’s home, even now back in the night air they couldn’t help but laugh as they stood in the dark drive way leading to his front door.
He reached for her again, brushing her hair back again and leaned in for another kiss but Freya pulled away.
Rob: Is- is something wrong?
She looked away now, suddenly sad.
Freya: I like you Rob… I always have…
Rob: I like you too, Freya… A lot…
She looked up into his brown eyes and could see the hope literally fading away as she spook.
Freya: But as a friend… As my best friend…
Rob: I… But earlier…
He didn’t know what to say, his heart sunk into his chest as he looked into her bright beautiful eyes, her succulent lips that he wanted nothing more than to feel again. It felt like somebody had stabbed him in the heart.
Rob: That kiss…
Freya: It was nice, it was more than nice but it felt like… Like I was kissing my best friend… I’m sorry…
Rob: Don’t be…
He tried to play the part of the understanding friend, a role he’d played with her since they first met but he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his face.
They hugged before she left, he gave her a small kiss on the forehead to which she half laughed to before getting in her car and driving away.
Rob drifted up the walk to his breeze way and into his house without even thinking about the actions that took him there. He stood silently in the dark, his head leaning on his forearm which was propped against the wall. With an eerie calmness he stood up right and just stared at the blank white wall before putting his right fist right through the sheet rock.
Rob: FUCK!
He ripped his hand out of the wall and begin to just punch wildly at the wall opening the hole up wider and wider with every punch.
Rob: FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!!!!
Finally he stopped, his chest heaving, the hole in the wall looked as large as the one in his heart felt. He just silently walked away from it, not even caring before throwing himself down on the couch in the living room, his hands cupping his face as he tried to hold back a scream…
Silently he rolled onto his side and saw something shimmering in the darkness. The light of the moon came through his window at just the right angle to reflect off the Man of Steel Championship. His jaw tightened as he thought of Sunday Night and Roberto Verona. Sure he couldn’t punch his pain and loneliness away but that wasn’t about to stop him from trying.
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt…
Sunday’s gonna be a rough night for me, see I’ve got some promises to live up to, some threats to follow through on, I’ve got a bit of an agenda going on and with all of that I still have to make sure I successfully defend my Man of Steel Championship. It ain’t gonna be easy.
Good thing I like it rough.
Thing is I don’t have just one opponent, technically speaking I’ve got three, I name dropped them earlier but for those of you with attention deficit disorder I’ll name them again.
Mohammed Al-Thani, Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen.
Now there sure as hell ain’t no love lost between me and Thani, dude knows I pretty much hate his guts and everything he stands for. The worthless piece of shit probably cracked a bottle of champagne after what happened in France and the thought of that really just makes me sick.
So let me get this out of the way, Thani, WHEN you and I are in the middle of the ring together every single time I punch you in the face it’s going to be in honor of one of the victims in France. Every crooked fucking tooth I knock out will be in their memory. Every drop of blood I spill from your veins will be in praise of the lives they lived.
Frankly, somebody has to pay for what happened over there and while yeah I agree Americans tend to need to attach a face to an enemy and maybe sometimes take their aggression's out on the wrong guy this is one time, ONE TIME I will not regret targeting the wrong fucking person. I’ve listened to what you’ve had to say, I’ve heard you run your arrogant mouth about my boy Spike and the people who live in MY country and all I have to say is this.
You better fucking pin Berto before I get to you.
Generally I’d fuck around with you a little bit, play into your stupid fucking cheap heel heat gimmick but honestly I’m pretty pissed off. I’m pretty pissed off about Ace, about Verona, about terrorists and our limp wristed bitch of a president and all I really want to do is grab you by your fat fucking head and bash it into the ring post until your brains leak out of the fucking hole!
Sorry if that’s too brutal, sorry if that ain’t the happy go lucky Rob Diamond ya’ll are used to hearing and seeing but honestly I’ve had enough of getting shit on. Every single company I have ever wrestled for has done nothing but shit on me and I’m tired of it! I’m not some lovable fucking clown here for your enjoyment. It isn’t my job to make little kids smile and laugh and sell t-shirts. My job is getting in that ring and kicking ass and I do it better than ANYONE!
And everyone.
Which brings to the little thorn in my side Andrew Jacobsen who just can’t seem to ever get it through his thick skull that he will never, EVAH match up to Rob Diamond.
Andy, I’m pretty goddamn sick and tired of talking about you. I beat you for MY belt at Open Fight Night four weeks ago, defended it against you two weeks ago and now you get YET ANOTHER opportunity to step inside the ring with me this week.
I’ve got nothing left to say about you son, no more insults or threats. I’m just straight up tired of talking about you. Just like I’m sure you’re straight up tired of being made to feel like the most worthless piece of shit that has ever lived. Hell, I’m pretty surprised you didn’t cut your own damn wrists after our last match where I not only beat you AGAIN! But I beat you and that bitch ass punching bag of a partner in Kyle Mason.
Seriously, kill yourself.
I’m not even kidding anymore Andy. It’s not a joke. I’m not laughing. You are literally about the most worthless human being who has ever lived. I have never in my entire life met, known or read about someone who has wasted more opportunities and more potential than yourself. I’m guessing the only reason you’re even in this match is because Renee Pleasant is out and Alex Jones is off doing something more worth his time than be shadowed by two incompetent morons.
Which sucks, I’d of loved to step into the Extinction Event and defend MY title against someone who was actually worth standing in the ring with. Hell, give me the Ace again, least that asshole has beaten me, cheating or not and we have an actual beef between us. BUT NO! Roberto can’t go having REAL competition for his title and he sure as hell can’t go having his pet attack dog showing him up in the middle of the ring so we get stuck with YOU!
How the hell does it feel to be an after thought?
A place holder?
How does it feel to know up to this point in your career you have amounted to absolutely nothing but the butt of a joke? Seriously at some point it has got to really piss you off and you’d think you’d actually do something about it. You’d think you’d get tired of hearing me run my mouth, tired of everyone laughing at you as you head to the ring, tired of being completely fucking looked over every single day of every single month of every single year.
You’d think you’d change that.
But you don’t! You just continue to coast by, making empty promises about this time or next time, you sound like a remixed edition of the Joe Everyman compilation album from 2006!
So do me a favor, step up or SHUT UP!
Of course that brings me to the Wrestling Machine also known as Nighthawk. A guy I don’t have a tremendous amount of experience with but I’ve definitely been keeping my eye on.
Hawk, I don’t think I need to tell you how big of an opportunity this match is for you. I’m pretty sure you’ve been around long enough to know. A match like this, an opportunity like this, it may only come around once in a single person’s life time if at all. You’ve got a chance to win any one of the singles championships in IWF.
Let that sink in.
Monday morning you could wake up the new Invictus, Man of Steel or Imperial Champion. In one short match you could be the new face of the company. Like I said I’ve been keeping my eye on you and I know that’s what you want, hell that’s what all of us want, it’s the only reason we show up every single week, an opportunity like this, to completely change our fate and become the very thing we used to dream about late at night, it’s the only reason we should have to get in the ring.
But take note, Hawk, before you go selecting any one of us as the target title you’d like to hold think about who is in this match. You’ve got Warren Kane, the son of a God and a man who is pegged to be a future face of the promotion, you’ve got me, the Greatest of all Time, a man who doesn’t back down from anyone or anything and then you’ve got Roberto Verona…
A lying, backstabbing insufferable son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near the Imperial Championship, who didn’t EARN a chance for that Imperial Championship. A man who used his power as the owner of the company to shoe horn himself between Renee Pleasant and Alex Jones all to satisfy his own over inflated ego. Now ask yourself…
Who do you really wanna make tap out?
Sure, beating Warren Kane and becoming the new Invictus Champion is cool, the kidd is pretty damn talented and it’d sure do something for your career. And hell yeah who doesn’t want to say they pinned a member of the Kane family?
It’s my second favorite thing in life.
And beating me? Well who the hell doesn’t want to beat me? I mean you saw how far Jake Conway was willing to go just to say he pinned? Hell, not only did he take a cheap win with a smile he even hid behind his wife before I could bitch smack the teeth out of his mouth. So beating me is big and the Man of Steel Championship?
That’s right up your alley.
But Roberto?
He’s the man right now, the boss and the top champion. If there is one person with a target on his back, one person you should want to beat more than anyone it’s that pompous dick head. And I’ll even make you a deal Nighthawk because out of the three men across the ring from me I like you the most.
I’ll fuck him up for you.
All you gotta do is take the pin, submit him, whatever you wanna do just don’t make the mistake of coming anywhere near me because the second you lay your hands on me you find out why I’m called the Greatest of all Time and one of the most dangerous men on the planet.
Don’t make me angry.
You won't like me when I'm angry.
As for the women in this match, Fiona “I’m lost in time” McFly and Espresso Sorento, all I’ve really got to say to either of you is I’m paired up with the BEST female wrestler in this company…
NO!
THE WORLD!
One of my partners, she’s beaten them all, bested them all and is literally a rung away from being labeled as the best there’s ever been.
If I’m being honest it’s an honor to share the ring apron with her and if she were single I would totally hit that because she is about the hottest chick in all of wrestling I don’t even care if she’s the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, she’s beautiful.
I honestly feel sorry for the two of you because you basically don’t have a chance in hell of beating her. To be frank for a moment, you’ll be lucky to even make it through the first three minutes of the match she’s that damn good.
And then there’s Alexis Caffrey…
Ugh...
Might as well gift wrap her belt and hand it over as an early Christmas present to one of them because she’s about as dangerous as a Laszlo can possibly be…
Not at all.
Kayla, well, I’m just sorry IWF couldn’t get the belt off Alexis before this match so you could have a partner you can actually rely on to be successful out there but at least you have me.
The Greatest of all Time.
And hey if you’re not down with that I’ve got two words for you…
SUCK IT!
I will let you down
I will make you hurt…
Things for the both of them changed when Rob met Jazz and Freya had seemingly ironed things out with her then husband. The two best friends slowly drifted apart, the texts and late night phone calls were few and far between so when Freya dropped Rob a line last week, well, surprised is probably the best word one could use to describe how he’d felt.
Rob: I just don’t understand is all.
The two of them sat together in a booth with faded red leather seats after catching a late night showing of the new “Hunger Games” movie, Freya’s idea, not his. Rob looked his usual, bushy beard and skull cap with a black hoodie and jeans but Freya looked absolutely amazing. Like a hotter Mila Kunis with bright eyes in a stunning form fitting tank top with a black leather jacket and skin tight jeans to match. It was honestly hard for Rob to look away.
Freya: I don’t really know what to say…
Her voice trailed off as did her eyes, she was ashamed of her actions, of the way she sort of cast Rob aside when her husband forbade her from talking to him.
Rob: Why?
She looked back up at him, at his imploring eyes, this was a question he’d wanted to ask her for almost a year now.
Rob: Why’d you stop talking to me?
Freya: Because he asked me to.
She all but blurted it out in one long word and she was immediately upset with herself over it all, over how it all went down.
Rob: I know I just… I thought you said…
Freya: I know what I said Rob, that you were important to me, that our friendship was important to me but he basically threatened to leave…
Rob: He left anyway.
He didn’t mean to sound so cold, so callous but it was the truth.
Freya: I know and I feel bad enough as it is, isn’t it enough that I’m here now, talking to you, hanging out like we used too?
Rob: It is…
Slowly he reached across the old dark wood table and gripped her left hand with his right, she gently squeezed back and smiled.
Rob: It’s more than enough.
What have I become
My sweetest friend…
Ha… Ha… Ha…
Bet you think you’re real damn funny Verona, tagging me in the head with your championship belt helping your little butt buddy bitch Ace get a pin on me.
I BET YOU’RE LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF!!!
And I’m sure you found it super hysterical when I cost you a few thousand dollars at ring side after the show went off the air. Gotta tell you, as childish as destroying company property is it sure felt damn good to know it was coming out of your pocket. Though I’m sure you’ll fine me like a bitch instead of just facing up that you had it coming.
Look Berto, Thanksgiving is around the corner for us Americans, a holiday where we all get together and celebrate the fact that we slaughtered an entire culture of people before Hitler was even conceived. We like to go around the dinner table and give thanks, thanks to our parents or to god or to our good fortune, whatever. This year I’ve got something I want to give thanks for…
I wanna give thanks for you giving me the opportunity to make DAMN SURE you don’t leave Survival of the Fittest the Imperial Champion.
For all your bullshit about you, me and Warren working together you sure went out of your way to make absolutely sure that I will not help you for one single second. And like Ace is your boy, the catcher in your little tag team, Warren is my boy, my brother, he’s like a son to me and if you think for one single second that either him or me is even going to consider tagging you out then you’ve got another thing coming Bertie.
You will lose that belt Sunday.
I don’t give a rats ass who pins you for it either, it could be Nighthawk, Jacobsen, hell, Thani but one of them is walking out with your belt because you’ve got a receipt coming son. I WILL lay you out, I WILL leave you for dead in that ring and I WILL see a new Imperial Champion crowned.
Congrats on costing me a single match, now I’m going to cost you you’re lives fucking dreams!
Everyone I know goes away
In the end…
Dinner came and went, many drinks were had and the two of them laughed through it all as everything seemed to fade away from the world. Rob had all but forgotten the past few months and everything that had been happening with Jazz, Freya was smiling more than she could remember.
As the bar closed they found themselves outside in the cool crisp night air. She nuzzled up against him for warmth, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. Rob had his right arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders, holding her as close as he could while the two of them walked down the side walk toward his car.
Freya: Thank you for this, I had a nice time.
Rob: Me too.
He could feel himself falling for her all over again. Truth is back before he dated Zelda Knite he had a thing for Freya, he was head over heels for her back then, she knew it, said she felt the same but things were too complicated then. Now as he holds her here in the cold night air all the old feelings started to come back.
They stopped next to the passenger side door of his car, Rob used his left hand to hit the unlock button but Freya turned to face him instead of getting in the car. Their eyes locked, he reached up for her with his right hand and gently pushed her hair behind her left ear, she smiled coyly and looked away with a smile. They moved closer together, her body pressed up against his, his arms moving their way around the small of her back as she wrapped her's around his shoulders.
Their lips met in an explosion of passion, kissing each other like they had never kissed anyone before, it was everything Rob had ever imagined it to be and more…
They laughed and held hands the whole way back to Rob’s home, even now back in the night air they couldn’t help but laugh as they stood in the dark drive way leading to his front door.
He reached for her again, brushing her hair back again and leaned in for another kiss but Freya pulled away.
Rob: Is- is something wrong?
She looked away now, suddenly sad.
Freya: I like you Rob… I always have…
Rob: I like you too, Freya… A lot…
She looked up into his brown eyes and could see the hope literally fading away as she spook.
Freya: But as a friend… As my best friend…
Rob: I… But earlier…
He didn’t know what to say, his heart sunk into his chest as he looked into her bright beautiful eyes, her succulent lips that he wanted nothing more than to feel again. It felt like somebody had stabbed him in the heart.
Rob: That kiss…
Freya: It was nice, it was more than nice but it felt like… Like I was kissing my best friend… I’m sorry…
Rob: Don’t be…
He tried to play the part of the understanding friend, a role he’d played with her since they first met but he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his face.
They hugged before she left, he gave her a small kiss on the forehead to which she half laughed to before getting in her car and driving away.
Rob drifted up the walk to his breeze way and into his house without even thinking about the actions that took him there. He stood silently in the dark, his head leaning on his forearm which was propped against the wall. With an eerie calmness he stood up right and just stared at the blank white wall before putting his right fist right through the sheet rock.
Rob: FUCK!
He ripped his hand out of the wall and begin to just punch wildly at the wall opening the hole up wider and wider with every punch.
Rob: FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCK!!!!
Finally he stopped, his chest heaving, the hole in the wall looked as large as the one in his heart felt. He just silently walked away from it, not even caring before throwing himself down on the couch in the living room, his hands cupping his face as he tried to hold back a scream…
Silently he rolled onto his side and saw something shimmering in the darkness. The light of the moon came through his window at just the right angle to reflect off the Man of Steel Championship. His jaw tightened as he thought of Sunday Night and Roberto Verona. Sure he couldn’t punch his pain and loneliness away but that wasn’t about to stop him from trying.
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt…
Sunday’s gonna be a rough night for me, see I’ve got some promises to live up to, some threats to follow through on, I’ve got a bit of an agenda going on and with all of that I still have to make sure I successfully defend my Man of Steel Championship. It ain’t gonna be easy.
Good thing I like it rough.
Thing is I don’t have just one opponent, technically speaking I’ve got three, I name dropped them earlier but for those of you with attention deficit disorder I’ll name them again.
Mohammed Al-Thani, Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen.
Now there sure as hell ain’t no love lost between me and Thani, dude knows I pretty much hate his guts and everything he stands for. The worthless piece of shit probably cracked a bottle of champagne after what happened in France and the thought of that really just makes me sick.
So let me get this out of the way, Thani, WHEN you and I are in the middle of the ring together every single time I punch you in the face it’s going to be in honor of one of the victims in France. Every crooked fucking tooth I knock out will be in their memory. Every drop of blood I spill from your veins will be in praise of the lives they lived.
Frankly, somebody has to pay for what happened over there and while yeah I agree Americans tend to need to attach a face to an enemy and maybe sometimes take their aggression's out on the wrong guy this is one time, ONE TIME I will not regret targeting the wrong fucking person. I’ve listened to what you’ve had to say, I’ve heard you run your arrogant mouth about my boy Spike and the people who live in MY country and all I have to say is this.
You better fucking pin Berto before I get to you.
Generally I’d fuck around with you a little bit, play into your stupid fucking cheap heel heat gimmick but honestly I’m pretty pissed off. I’m pretty pissed off about Ace, about Verona, about terrorists and our limp wristed bitch of a president and all I really want to do is grab you by your fat fucking head and bash it into the ring post until your brains leak out of the fucking hole!
Sorry if that’s too brutal, sorry if that ain’t the happy go lucky Rob Diamond ya’ll are used to hearing and seeing but honestly I’ve had enough of getting shit on. Every single company I have ever wrestled for has done nothing but shit on me and I’m tired of it! I’m not some lovable fucking clown here for your enjoyment. It isn’t my job to make little kids smile and laugh and sell t-shirts. My job is getting in that ring and kicking ass and I do it better than ANYONE!
And everyone.
Which brings to the little thorn in my side Andrew Jacobsen who just can’t seem to ever get it through his thick skull that he will never, EVAH match up to Rob Diamond.
Andy, I’m pretty goddamn sick and tired of talking about you. I beat you for MY belt at Open Fight Night four weeks ago, defended it against you two weeks ago and now you get YET ANOTHER opportunity to step inside the ring with me this week.
I’ve got nothing left to say about you son, no more insults or threats. I’m just straight up tired of talking about you. Just like I’m sure you’re straight up tired of being made to feel like the most worthless piece of shit that has ever lived. Hell, I’m pretty surprised you didn’t cut your own damn wrists after our last match where I not only beat you AGAIN! But I beat you and that bitch ass punching bag of a partner in Kyle Mason.
Seriously, kill yourself.
I’m not even kidding anymore Andy. It’s not a joke. I’m not laughing. You are literally about the most worthless human being who has ever lived. I have never in my entire life met, known or read about someone who has wasted more opportunities and more potential than yourself. I’m guessing the only reason you’re even in this match is because Renee Pleasant is out and Alex Jones is off doing something more worth his time than be shadowed by two incompetent morons.
Which sucks, I’d of loved to step into the Extinction Event and defend MY title against someone who was actually worth standing in the ring with. Hell, give me the Ace again, least that asshole has beaten me, cheating or not and we have an actual beef between us. BUT NO! Roberto can’t go having REAL competition for his title and he sure as hell can’t go having his pet attack dog showing him up in the middle of the ring so we get stuck with YOU!
How the hell does it feel to be an after thought?
A place holder?
How does it feel to know up to this point in your career you have amounted to absolutely nothing but the butt of a joke? Seriously at some point it has got to really piss you off and you’d think you’d actually do something about it. You’d think you’d get tired of hearing me run my mouth, tired of everyone laughing at you as you head to the ring, tired of being completely fucking looked over every single day of every single month of every single year.
You’d think you’d change that.
But you don’t! You just continue to coast by, making empty promises about this time or next time, you sound like a remixed edition of the Joe Everyman compilation album from 2006!
So do me a favor, step up or SHUT UP!
Of course that brings me to the Wrestling Machine also known as Nighthawk. A guy I don’t have a tremendous amount of experience with but I’ve definitely been keeping my eye on.
Hawk, I don’t think I need to tell you how big of an opportunity this match is for you. I’m pretty sure you’ve been around long enough to know. A match like this, an opportunity like this, it may only come around once in a single person’s life time if at all. You’ve got a chance to win any one of the singles championships in IWF.
Let that sink in.
Monday morning you could wake up the new Invictus, Man of Steel or Imperial Champion. In one short match you could be the new face of the company. Like I said I’ve been keeping my eye on you and I know that’s what you want, hell that’s what all of us want, it’s the only reason we show up every single week, an opportunity like this, to completely change our fate and become the very thing we used to dream about late at night, it’s the only reason we should have to get in the ring.
But take note, Hawk, before you go selecting any one of us as the target title you’d like to hold think about who is in this match. You’ve got Warren Kane, the son of a God and a man who is pegged to be a future face of the promotion, you’ve got me, the Greatest of all Time, a man who doesn’t back down from anyone or anything and then you’ve got Roberto Verona…
A lying, backstabbing insufferable son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near the Imperial Championship, who didn’t EARN a chance for that Imperial Championship. A man who used his power as the owner of the company to shoe horn himself between Renee Pleasant and Alex Jones all to satisfy his own over inflated ego. Now ask yourself…
Who do you really wanna make tap out?
Sure, beating Warren Kane and becoming the new Invictus Champion is cool, the kidd is pretty damn talented and it’d sure do something for your career. And hell yeah who doesn’t want to say they pinned a member of the Kane family?
It’s my second favorite thing in life.
And beating me? Well who the hell doesn’t want to beat me? I mean you saw how far Jake Conway was willing to go just to say he pinned? Hell, not only did he take a cheap win with a smile he even hid behind his wife before I could bitch smack the teeth out of his mouth. So beating me is big and the Man of Steel Championship?
That’s right up your alley.
But Roberto?
He’s the man right now, the boss and the top champion. If there is one person with a target on his back, one person you should want to beat more than anyone it’s that pompous dick head. And I’ll even make you a deal Nighthawk because out of the three men across the ring from me I like you the most.
I’ll fuck him up for you.
All you gotta do is take the pin, submit him, whatever you wanna do just don’t make the mistake of coming anywhere near me because the second you lay your hands on me you find out why I’m called the Greatest of all Time and one of the most dangerous men on the planet.
Don’t make me angry.
You won't like me when I'm angry.
As for the women in this match, Fiona “I’m lost in time” McFly and Espresso Sorento, all I’ve really got to say to either of you is I’m paired up with the BEST female wrestler in this company…
NO!
THE WORLD!
One of my partners, she’s beaten them all, bested them all and is literally a rung away from being labeled as the best there’s ever been.
If I’m being honest it’s an honor to share the ring apron with her and if she were single I would totally hit that because she is about the hottest chick in all of wrestling I don’t even care if she’s the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, she’s beautiful.
I honestly feel sorry for the two of you because you basically don’t have a chance in hell of beating her. To be frank for a moment, you’ll be lucky to even make it through the first three minutes of the match she’s that damn good.
And then there’s Alexis Caffrey…
Ugh...
Might as well gift wrap her belt and hand it over as an early Christmas present to one of them because she’s about as dangerous as a Laszlo can possibly be…
Not at all.
Kayla, well, I’m just sorry IWF couldn’t get the belt off Alexis before this match so you could have a partner you can actually rely on to be successful out there but at least you have me.
The Greatest of all Time.
And hey if you’re not down with that I’ve got two words for you…
SUCK IT!
I will let you down
I will make you hurt…
Well howdy there pardner.