Post by Eddie D. on Jul 11, 2013 12:24:09 GMT
There's a sang that things always go from bad to worse. Awesome, right? Well there isn't a sang that things go from looking up to total catastrophe in a single freaking EVENING! But there should be. And that, my dear friends is where our scene opens. For those of you that read the twitter device you know I got in some kind of trouble and now I'm dealing with the ramifications of that trouble.
Rob: Are you kidding me???
I yell into my fancy iphone at the lady who told me just last week that Hope would be coming home with me, clearly that isn't happening anymore as I pace from front to back in the Kane Family RV.
"Mr. Diamond-"
Rob: Last week you told me everything was in order. I've got the apartment, the child care, the freaking toys and furniture and everything else.
"Mr. Diamond-"
Rob: How can you now tell me after everything I've done, the hurdles I've jumped through that I can't have her???
"Mr. Diamond are you aware of the charges your facing?"
Head slumps and I sigh, of course I'm aware.
Rob: Yeah.
"Then how can you expect us to release her into your custody? Perhaps when this is all over something can be worked out but for the foreseeable future the state of Michigan does not see you as a fit parent."
Rob: It wasn't my fault...
"Mr. Diamond, I'm not an attourney but I did read the news online..."
Rob: Yeah?
"It doesn't look good Mr. Diamond, I wish you the best."
Rob: Wait!
*Click*
Rob: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
I whip that phone across the RV like... I don't know, think of your own damn analogy. I drop down on Spike's bed, head buried in my hands and I'm not going to lie, I'm fighting back some tears.
Spike: Dude?
Rob: Not now Spike.
He ignores me and enters anyways.
Spike: Eventually you gotta tell me what happened.
He's right but I totally don't wanna look him in the eye when I tell him... Or you.
Rob: You know that girl, Claire?
Spike: You're high school sweet heart you were talking about all week?
Rob: Yeah, her... Well she invited to this party and we drank and... Look I don't really remember what happened... I just remember doing some shots and then people screaming at me and then I had this guy and I was literally so mad I could kill him... I let him go... The cops came...
Spike: Shit man...
Rob: I'm looking at a lot of misdemeanors or whatever but because I'm a trained wrestler I could be looking at assult with a deadly weapon... I mean... My lawyer says I shouldn't do any time and I can still work for now but... My kid...
Spike: Their not going to let you have her, huh?
Rob: No...
It starts sinking in, the reality of the whole. In a single night of selfish, stupid behavior I may have just thrown away the rest of my life...
Rob: I've honestly never even gotten a parking ticket before...
Spike: Rob, it's going to be fine.
Rob: Is it?
I finally look him in the eyes, I can feel the manly wall before my tear ducts crumbling and a single tear escapes, then another...
Rob: I don't think it is... Hope, she was my second chance man, a second chance at being something more than "The InFamous" Rob Diamond... A chance to be someone that someone could love and respect and idolize and now? Now what I am?
He searches for something to say but it's not there.
Rob: I fucked up bad...
His hand lays against my back as I rebury my head in my hands and think about just how bad I messed every single thing in my life up in one swift but incredibly stupid decision...
A little bit later I hit up a gym in town, don't know where, don't matter. A couple hours go by, trying to vent, I'm beat but I'm still going strong. When I notice my boy with the camera I decide now is as good a time as any to take a break. I sit down on one of the benches, cover my head with a black towel because honestly, I don't feel like looking you people in the eye right now...
Rob: Since this place opened it's doors everyone's been talking about the same thing, a new beginning. And you know what? That's what this was supposed to be for me too, a new beginning. See, back in the old place I had a rep, a rep I wanted to move past. I wanted to come here, side up with a man I know, I trust and hell, a man I love; and all ya'll homophobic mother truckers can shut up because I mean it in a totally heterosexual way; and win some tag team titles. See, back in the other place I was tag champ with some people, ok people, I've honestly got nothing against them but they weren't Spike. They weren't my brother. There isn't a man in this business that has done more for me than Spike Kane and that's why I pushed so hard for InFamous to enter the tag title scene and dominate it because I wanted a fresh start...
I glimpse up from under the towel, my eyes just catching the camera.
Rob: But some people can't leave well enough alone. See, on top of all the things I was InFamous for back in the other place, among the top was just how damn brutal I can be when I'm inside that ring, or outside of it for that matter. I wanted to shed that rep. I wanted to grow past the Xtreme American Dream, the Bloody Cinderella and become and the greatest damn professional wrestler on the planet. I wanted to make a new rep here, a new legacy, I wanted to enter the IWF hall of fame some day and be remembered as one of the most talented men you have ever seen, alongside my brother Spike as InFamous...
I shake my head and look back to the ground.
Rob: But some people wanna wake the sleeping giant. Some people want to test their medal against the two most dangerous men in all of professional wrestling. Some people want to take the lives and careers of their co workers and put them in the palms of our hands. See, I was happy to go to the ring and wrestler whoever IWF put in front of me and leave well enough alone but ever since Criminal Intent decided to drag our kids into this... Well... I'm not going to be happy until I snap someone's neck!
Yeah, I'm just getting more pissed by the day.
Rob: I heard what you two have had to say, I think it's cute, honestly that you'd want to put your careers on the line in a prison yard match, I do. Thing is, between now and then, IWF is going to have A LOT of collateral damage. So Simon, boys and girls in the back, if you've got a problem with the amount of blood you're about to lose or the number of bones that wind up being broken, take it up with Criminal Intent. After all, this is what they asked for...
You can almost hear the rubber band in my brain snap.
Rob: That's why I almost feel sorry for Brad Kane and Bushido. They didn't ask for this. They sure as hell don't deserve it. Sure, Bushido has been spending the last few weeks trying to salvage his ego against me in a variety of matches and while he's fallen short each and every single time, he doesn't deserve what Spike and I are going to do to him. He especially doesn't deserve what I'm going to do to him. See, I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to be the reason he can't provide for his new family. I don't want to be why the name Bushido will go down in his family history as a failure. I don't want to be why Miranda has to attend ID a body come Tuesday morning. I don't. I REALLY don't. But I don't have a choice anymore. See, Criminal Intent wants to see just how blood thirsty and savage we can be. They want to see exactly what Spike Kane and Rob Diamond are capable of when we are pushed WAY past the edge. And their going to. Their going to see what happens when you take the two single most dangerous men in the entire freaking world and push them over the edge. And their going to see at YOUR expense. And I'm sorry Bushido. I honestly am. I've enjoyed fighting you. It's been a blast. Unfortunately, Monday is going to be the last time.
My face is almost expressionless, save for the cold sneer that you can barely make it beneath the towel.
Rob: Brad, I get that you and I have never and will never see eye to eye and that's fine. It's absolutely splendid because this isn't about you and me. It isn't about you and Spike. It isn't even about your new lease on life. It's about making an example before Spike and I step inside a Prison Yard. It's about letting Criminal Intent know just how much they have fucked up now. It's about two of the best stepping into the ring with two of the best and not beating them, oh no, a win doesn't matter, it's about utterly DESTROYING them. So let me be the one to apologize early. I've been paying attention, I've taken note of your new lease on life, your neck seemingly healed and all those naggging injuries gone. UNFORTUNATELY, Brad, IF you wake up Tuesday morning you're gonna wish you were dead. That's not a threat, it's not even a tired cliche of a promise. Because this isn't personal and on any other day of the year I'd love to match up with you and see where I really stand against the other Kane. But this is today, we're a week out from Lineage and Criminal Intent needs to know exactly who their dealing with.
It's sad, a part of me really does like Brad Kane and I honestly feel real bad for his kids. I mean their real mother is a sack of crap and Daddy is about to meet the reaper, it's about to be a less than wonderful life for them.
Rob: Honestly, I don't care if you take this personally. I don't care if hate me. I don't care if you take everything I've just said and spin it on it's head. Go for it. Say whatever you want. Fact of the matter is this. I'm not looking to beat either of Monday night. I'm not looking for another win heading into the biggest show we've had in IWF yet. I'm not looking for some last second momentum. I'm looking to send a message. And whether it's between the bells or afterward, I'm sending a message. A message that WILL be written in your blood. Signed with a sick smirk you've all come to hate. So please, gentlemen, don't waste your time talking about winning this match, ain't no one going to win, instead start preparing to survive. Prepare to get the hell out alive. Prepare to thank Criminal Intent for the sweet new casket you're both going to spend the rest of eternity rotting in. And while you're thanking them, let them know that their FUCKING NEXT!
I rip the towel off my head and toss it into the lens, blacking out the scene. Time to get back to work...
I'm not going to lie, this sucks. I was SO looking forward to Spike and I just being a team, being a family, just being champions...
So much for a fresh start.
Rob: Are you kidding me???
I yell into my fancy iphone at the lady who told me just last week that Hope would be coming home with me, clearly that isn't happening anymore as I pace from front to back in the Kane Family RV.
"Mr. Diamond-"
Rob: Last week you told me everything was in order. I've got the apartment, the child care, the freaking toys and furniture and everything else.
"Mr. Diamond-"
Rob: How can you now tell me after everything I've done, the hurdles I've jumped through that I can't have her???
"Mr. Diamond are you aware of the charges your facing?"
Head slumps and I sigh, of course I'm aware.
Rob: Yeah.
"Then how can you expect us to release her into your custody? Perhaps when this is all over something can be worked out but for the foreseeable future the state of Michigan does not see you as a fit parent."
Rob: It wasn't my fault...
"Mr. Diamond, I'm not an attourney but I did read the news online..."
Rob: Yeah?
"It doesn't look good Mr. Diamond, I wish you the best."
Rob: Wait!
*Click*
Rob: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
I whip that phone across the RV like... I don't know, think of your own damn analogy. I drop down on Spike's bed, head buried in my hands and I'm not going to lie, I'm fighting back some tears.
Spike: Dude?
Rob: Not now Spike.
He ignores me and enters anyways.
Spike: Eventually you gotta tell me what happened.
He's right but I totally don't wanna look him in the eye when I tell him... Or you.
Rob: You know that girl, Claire?
Spike: You're high school sweet heart you were talking about all week?
Rob: Yeah, her... Well she invited to this party and we drank and... Look I don't really remember what happened... I just remember doing some shots and then people screaming at me and then I had this guy and I was literally so mad I could kill him... I let him go... The cops came...
Spike: Shit man...
Rob: I'm looking at a lot of misdemeanors or whatever but because I'm a trained wrestler I could be looking at assult with a deadly weapon... I mean... My lawyer says I shouldn't do any time and I can still work for now but... My kid...
Spike: Their not going to let you have her, huh?
Rob: No...
It starts sinking in, the reality of the whole. In a single night of selfish, stupid behavior I may have just thrown away the rest of my life...
Rob: I've honestly never even gotten a parking ticket before...
Spike: Rob, it's going to be fine.
Rob: Is it?
I finally look him in the eyes, I can feel the manly wall before my tear ducts crumbling and a single tear escapes, then another...
Rob: I don't think it is... Hope, she was my second chance man, a second chance at being something more than "The InFamous" Rob Diamond... A chance to be someone that someone could love and respect and idolize and now? Now what I am?
He searches for something to say but it's not there.
Rob: I fucked up bad...
His hand lays against my back as I rebury my head in my hands and think about just how bad I messed every single thing in my life up in one swift but incredibly stupid decision...
A little bit later I hit up a gym in town, don't know where, don't matter. A couple hours go by, trying to vent, I'm beat but I'm still going strong. When I notice my boy with the camera I decide now is as good a time as any to take a break. I sit down on one of the benches, cover my head with a black towel because honestly, I don't feel like looking you people in the eye right now...
Rob: Since this place opened it's doors everyone's been talking about the same thing, a new beginning. And you know what? That's what this was supposed to be for me too, a new beginning. See, back in the old place I had a rep, a rep I wanted to move past. I wanted to come here, side up with a man I know, I trust and hell, a man I love; and all ya'll homophobic mother truckers can shut up because I mean it in a totally heterosexual way; and win some tag team titles. See, back in the other place I was tag champ with some people, ok people, I've honestly got nothing against them but they weren't Spike. They weren't my brother. There isn't a man in this business that has done more for me than Spike Kane and that's why I pushed so hard for InFamous to enter the tag title scene and dominate it because I wanted a fresh start...
I glimpse up from under the towel, my eyes just catching the camera.
Rob: But some people can't leave well enough alone. See, on top of all the things I was InFamous for back in the other place, among the top was just how damn brutal I can be when I'm inside that ring, or outside of it for that matter. I wanted to shed that rep. I wanted to grow past the Xtreme American Dream, the Bloody Cinderella and become and the greatest damn professional wrestler on the planet. I wanted to make a new rep here, a new legacy, I wanted to enter the IWF hall of fame some day and be remembered as one of the most talented men you have ever seen, alongside my brother Spike as InFamous...
I shake my head and look back to the ground.
Rob: But some people wanna wake the sleeping giant. Some people want to test their medal against the two most dangerous men in all of professional wrestling. Some people want to take the lives and careers of their co workers and put them in the palms of our hands. See, I was happy to go to the ring and wrestler whoever IWF put in front of me and leave well enough alone but ever since Criminal Intent decided to drag our kids into this... Well... I'm not going to be happy until I snap someone's neck!
Yeah, I'm just getting more pissed by the day.
Rob: I heard what you two have had to say, I think it's cute, honestly that you'd want to put your careers on the line in a prison yard match, I do. Thing is, between now and then, IWF is going to have A LOT of collateral damage. So Simon, boys and girls in the back, if you've got a problem with the amount of blood you're about to lose or the number of bones that wind up being broken, take it up with Criminal Intent. After all, this is what they asked for...
You can almost hear the rubber band in my brain snap.
Rob: That's why I almost feel sorry for Brad Kane and Bushido. They didn't ask for this. They sure as hell don't deserve it. Sure, Bushido has been spending the last few weeks trying to salvage his ego against me in a variety of matches and while he's fallen short each and every single time, he doesn't deserve what Spike and I are going to do to him. He especially doesn't deserve what I'm going to do to him. See, I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to be the reason he can't provide for his new family. I don't want to be why the name Bushido will go down in his family history as a failure. I don't want to be why Miranda has to attend ID a body come Tuesday morning. I don't. I REALLY don't. But I don't have a choice anymore. See, Criminal Intent wants to see just how blood thirsty and savage we can be. They want to see exactly what Spike Kane and Rob Diamond are capable of when we are pushed WAY past the edge. And their going to. Their going to see what happens when you take the two single most dangerous men in the entire freaking world and push them over the edge. And their going to see at YOUR expense. And I'm sorry Bushido. I honestly am. I've enjoyed fighting you. It's been a blast. Unfortunately, Monday is going to be the last time.
My face is almost expressionless, save for the cold sneer that you can barely make it beneath the towel.
Rob: Brad, I get that you and I have never and will never see eye to eye and that's fine. It's absolutely splendid because this isn't about you and me. It isn't about you and Spike. It isn't even about your new lease on life. It's about making an example before Spike and I step inside a Prison Yard. It's about letting Criminal Intent know just how much they have fucked up now. It's about two of the best stepping into the ring with two of the best and not beating them, oh no, a win doesn't matter, it's about utterly DESTROYING them. So let me be the one to apologize early. I've been paying attention, I've taken note of your new lease on life, your neck seemingly healed and all those naggging injuries gone. UNFORTUNATELY, Brad, IF you wake up Tuesday morning you're gonna wish you were dead. That's not a threat, it's not even a tired cliche of a promise. Because this isn't personal and on any other day of the year I'd love to match up with you and see where I really stand against the other Kane. But this is today, we're a week out from Lineage and Criminal Intent needs to know exactly who their dealing with.
It's sad, a part of me really does like Brad Kane and I honestly feel real bad for his kids. I mean their real mother is a sack of crap and Daddy is about to meet the reaper, it's about to be a less than wonderful life for them.
Rob: Honestly, I don't care if you take this personally. I don't care if hate me. I don't care if you take everything I've just said and spin it on it's head. Go for it. Say whatever you want. Fact of the matter is this. I'm not looking to beat either of Monday night. I'm not looking for another win heading into the biggest show we've had in IWF yet. I'm not looking for some last second momentum. I'm looking to send a message. And whether it's between the bells or afterward, I'm sending a message. A message that WILL be written in your blood. Signed with a sick smirk you've all come to hate. So please, gentlemen, don't waste your time talking about winning this match, ain't no one going to win, instead start preparing to survive. Prepare to get the hell out alive. Prepare to thank Criminal Intent for the sweet new casket you're both going to spend the rest of eternity rotting in. And while you're thanking them, let them know that their FUCKING NEXT!
I rip the towel off my head and toss it into the lens, blacking out the scene. Time to get back to work...
I'm not going to lie, this sucks. I was SO looking forward to Spike and I just being a team, being a family, just being champions...
So much for a fresh start.
Well howdy there pardner.