Post by Eddie D. on Jan 27, 2016 16:17:44 GMT
So were we all watching Monday Night? Were we all paying attentiong because I sure as hell was.
That masked coward Zasshu tried to get the drop on me for the fourth week in a row and BAM! Bitch ate a Dimaond Cutter in the center of the ring and just for good measure I gave him a second one because THAT! Is what happens when you step in the ring with Rob Diamond and I KNOW you're there.
I'll hand it to you kid, you got the better of me for a few weeks but I got wise to your little game, to be honest it wasn't all that hard to figure out that every time I turn my back you could potentially be standing there with a steel chair so let me ask you something kid.
Do you feel lucky?
Because I fought my way through Verona's gauntlet, I EARNED this match with you, I MADE the stipulation to have an Extreme Rules Man of Steel Match and now it's going to be you and me locked inside four steel walls with every weapon I could possibly imagine at my disposal to crack your good for nothing mother fucking skull open.
DO YOU FEEL LUCKY!?
I sure as hell do. I feel lucky every single time I step inside a ring and get paid to do what I love but more than that I feel lucky that I have absolutely no feelings of compassion or remorse for you Zasshu because what's coming your way Sunday Night is exactly what you asked for and more than that it's exactly what you DESERVE!
And I hope my good buddy Roberto Verona is watching right now, I hope he's watching Sunday Night because after I finish completely destroying his newest little pet I'm coming for him and the Imperial Championship.
I'm coming for that gold.
I defended the Man of Steel Championship every week in every match for a month, I love this fucking belt and if you ever question my desire to be the Man of Steel Champion I will literally, not figuratively curb stomp you outside the arena after the show. This is MY Championship, I AM the Man of Steel and I will NOT let this belt go. So watch closely Bertie, what happens to Zasshu is your fault, your responsibility and your mother fucking preview.
I'm tearing away
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
It was anything but a typical Tuesday night in Hartford, Connecticut as Rob Diamond sat silently white knuckling the steering wheel of his 2015 grey Kia Soul. His head was slightly bowed as his hands twisted forward and backward on the wheel trying to relieve the massive amount of stress weighing down his mind.
He'd let Kate come live with him, the mother of his child who two years ago tried to blackmail Rob into giving her and her scum bag boyfriend money. He'd fought back against them, beat them at their own game and got the both of them sent to prison. At the time he'd felt damn proud of himself until he realized Hope was his sole responsibility. He'd figured it out on the fly, became a real father to a then six month old, found love, someone capable of being the mother Hope deserved.
Then that all went to hell.
In his desperation and lonliness he'd let Kate move in, figuring the worst case scenario was they actually fall in love and become a true family. But day by day he'd started to regret that decision, feeling trapped in his own home by this woman who despite his best efforts he still hated
Imperial Wrestling hadn't been any easier on his mind, for the last month Rob Diamond has had to walk through hellfire and brimstone to retain his Man of Steel Championship. A single loss meant the end of his reign and the begining of a false one. He'd managed to win every match he was put in but he won them at the expense of Andrew Jacobsen and Nighthawk. One of those men he didn't really care one way or the other about but Nighthawk he knew didn't deserve what he got Monday Night.
Then there was the blond, a young girl in her twenties training at the Social Enemy Wrestling School. He'd talked to her against the wishes of his friend, Kyle Braddock, they hit it off. She's a big comic book movie fan and even a die hard Whovian, not to mention training to follow her dream to become a professional wrestler. She was like a kindred spirit. And while he was taking his time getting to know her he couldn't shake the guilt of knowing there was another woman waiting for him at home with his daughter...
Rob: Fuck...
He craned his neck trying to get it to pop hoping that would relieve the pounding in his head but it didn't. Slowly he peeled his hands off the steering wheel and aggressively rubbed the back of his shaved head with his palms until a light tap on the glass distracted him.
He turned his head to the right and saw her leaning down to look in the window at him, beautiful flowing blond hair, bright blue eyes, dressed in a tight patterened dress that made her eyes pop even more in the darkness of the city around her and tastefully tight black sweater to show off her figure. He couldn't help but smile as he unlocked the doors and she hopped into the car.
Amy: What are you so happy about?
Rob: Heh, nothing, it'll sound corny.
Amy: Tell me??
Rob: Just happy to see you is all, Ames.
Amy: AWWWWW!
She glowed at his corny remark and leaned across the car to kiss him, when their lips met Rob felt a happiness well up inside of him he'd thought he was incapable of ever feeling again after Jazz left. When she pulled back he noticed her cheeks were bright red with a smile as wide as his on her lips.
Amy: So what's the plan for tonight??
Rob: I was thinking dinner and maybe some Dave and Busters?
Amy: Oooooh that sounds like fun! Let's do it!
Rob shifts into drive and the two of them start to head out onto their date, his mind at a momentary ease until his phone buzzes in his pocket. He carefully pulls it out with his left hand and checks the text message he just recieved.
Are you coming home tonight?
He closes the screen back down without replying, the creeping guilt crawling up his spine as he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and turned the radio up...
Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do
This is it kid, the final days before the end of your mother fucking career.
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be living the final moments of your career? I know you've worked hard for this, I know you've fought to get here, I know you traveled a damn hard road, I'm not an idiot. But we all did, we all walked over broken glass and hot coals to get to the biggest promotion on the planet.
So how does it feel to know it's all about to be ripped away from you?
Because that's what's going to happen kid. That's how this match and your night ends Sunday. There won't be a celebration, Roberto Verona won't be congratulating you on toppling his number one most hated enemy, there will only be you in a puddle of your own blood trying to figure out which of your ligaments you can still move and wondering how you could come so far only to fall so hard.
I'm gonna say this for the last time so you, Verona and everyone else can understand.
I'm NOT a superhero.
I'm NOT a good guy.
I got into this business for ME, for MY love of professional wrestling, for MY passion. Whether people love me or hate me has never mattered to me, as long as they care enough to pay to see me then I'm doing my job. But don't get it twisted, that doesn't make me a white hat, a Superman. I'm a low down, dirty son of a bitch and I will do whatever it takes to make sure it's MY name on top of this roster.
What. Ever. It. Takes.
I'm the goddamn Lex Luthor of Imperial Wrestling, yeah I can do some good, stand up for what I believe in but at the end of the day I exist for exactly one thing, ME and MY own. And you? You ain't me. You ain't my own. You ain't one of the three or four people I actually like in this promotion and that puts you in a VERY bad place Z.
That puts you at the end of my barrell and trust me kid, I ain't gonna hesitate to pull the trigger and blow your fuvking head off.
I know you've got this whole warped outlook on professional wrestling, you think you're standing up for something when you stand next to Verona. You think he's going to help your career, he's going to make you and by taking me out that will catapult you to super stardom here in the IWF but kid, fucking with me is only getting you an early grave and I want you to think about that.
Roberto Verona ain't going to bail you out.
Jake Conway ain't going to bail you out.
Cyrus Daniels ain't going to bail you out.
Once you step foot inside that steel cage it's going to be you and me, mano y mano and there ain't going to be anybody to save you once I start cracking your skull open with a steel chair. You think you've got allies, you think you've got friends, you think you're apart of something bigger but the truth of the matter is you're a disposible body in this war. You think you understand that, you think you grasp the idea of fighting another man's war but let me tell you something kid.
You have no idea what's coming for you.
Verona couldn't have prepared you, that hot piece of ass couldn't of coached you, there is no lesson plan for the unholy hell that is about to be unleashed on you. The only thing you can do is pray to fucking god that somehow you walk out of this match under your own power.
PRAY!
Because you've fucked with me too often for too long and now it's time you finally understand exactly who Rob Diamond is and exactly what I'm capable of. I'm a fucking blood thirsty animal who cloaks himself in piss and fart jokes. But once we're in there, once I've got that cold steel pressed against your head and your blood goes cold on your flesh you're going to look into my eyes and realize exactly how badly you fucked up.
When I'm done kid you're going to need that mask to hold your fucking face together because it's gonna look like a jacked up jigsaw puzzle made of ripped flesh and broken skull fragments.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET!?
I hope you do kid, I hope you get it, I hope you completely understand because there ain't no going back now. There ain't no forgiving. There ain't no end cept the end that comes when you are unable to meet the count of ten because I snapped your goddamn legs off of your body, wrapped them in barbed wire and beat you half to hell with them!
And hey, if you ain't down with that then I've got two words for ya.
SUCK IT!
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
That masked coward Zasshu tried to get the drop on me for the fourth week in a row and BAM! Bitch ate a Dimaond Cutter in the center of the ring and just for good measure I gave him a second one because THAT! Is what happens when you step in the ring with Rob Diamond and I KNOW you're there.
I'll hand it to you kid, you got the better of me for a few weeks but I got wise to your little game, to be honest it wasn't all that hard to figure out that every time I turn my back you could potentially be standing there with a steel chair so let me ask you something kid.
Do you feel lucky?
Because I fought my way through Verona's gauntlet, I EARNED this match with you, I MADE the stipulation to have an Extreme Rules Man of Steel Match and now it's going to be you and me locked inside four steel walls with every weapon I could possibly imagine at my disposal to crack your good for nothing mother fucking skull open.
DO YOU FEEL LUCKY!?
I sure as hell do. I feel lucky every single time I step inside a ring and get paid to do what I love but more than that I feel lucky that I have absolutely no feelings of compassion or remorse for you Zasshu because what's coming your way Sunday Night is exactly what you asked for and more than that it's exactly what you DESERVE!
And I hope my good buddy Roberto Verona is watching right now, I hope he's watching Sunday Night because after I finish completely destroying his newest little pet I'm coming for him and the Imperial Championship.
I'm coming for that gold.
I defended the Man of Steel Championship every week in every match for a month, I love this fucking belt and if you ever question my desire to be the Man of Steel Champion I will literally, not figuratively curb stomp you outside the arena after the show. This is MY Championship, I AM the Man of Steel and I will NOT let this belt go. So watch closely Bertie, what happens to Zasshu is your fault, your responsibility and your mother fucking preview.
I'm tearing away
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
It was anything but a typical Tuesday night in Hartford, Connecticut as Rob Diamond sat silently white knuckling the steering wheel of his 2015 grey Kia Soul. His head was slightly bowed as his hands twisted forward and backward on the wheel trying to relieve the massive amount of stress weighing down his mind.
He'd let Kate come live with him, the mother of his child who two years ago tried to blackmail Rob into giving her and her scum bag boyfriend money. He'd fought back against them, beat them at their own game and got the both of them sent to prison. At the time he'd felt damn proud of himself until he realized Hope was his sole responsibility. He'd figured it out on the fly, became a real father to a then six month old, found love, someone capable of being the mother Hope deserved.
Then that all went to hell.
In his desperation and lonliness he'd let Kate move in, figuring the worst case scenario was they actually fall in love and become a true family. But day by day he'd started to regret that decision, feeling trapped in his own home by this woman who despite his best efforts he still hated
Imperial Wrestling hadn't been any easier on his mind, for the last month Rob Diamond has had to walk through hellfire and brimstone to retain his Man of Steel Championship. A single loss meant the end of his reign and the begining of a false one. He'd managed to win every match he was put in but he won them at the expense of Andrew Jacobsen and Nighthawk. One of those men he didn't really care one way or the other about but Nighthawk he knew didn't deserve what he got Monday Night.
Then there was the blond, a young girl in her twenties training at the Social Enemy Wrestling School. He'd talked to her against the wishes of his friend, Kyle Braddock, they hit it off. She's a big comic book movie fan and even a die hard Whovian, not to mention training to follow her dream to become a professional wrestler. She was like a kindred spirit. And while he was taking his time getting to know her he couldn't shake the guilt of knowing there was another woman waiting for him at home with his daughter...
Rob: Fuck...
He craned his neck trying to get it to pop hoping that would relieve the pounding in his head but it didn't. Slowly he peeled his hands off the steering wheel and aggressively rubbed the back of his shaved head with his palms until a light tap on the glass distracted him.
He turned his head to the right and saw her leaning down to look in the window at him, beautiful flowing blond hair, bright blue eyes, dressed in a tight patterened dress that made her eyes pop even more in the darkness of the city around her and tastefully tight black sweater to show off her figure. He couldn't help but smile as he unlocked the doors and she hopped into the car.
Amy: What are you so happy about?
Rob: Heh, nothing, it'll sound corny.
Amy: Tell me??
Rob: Just happy to see you is all, Ames.
Amy: AWWWWW!
She glowed at his corny remark and leaned across the car to kiss him, when their lips met Rob felt a happiness well up inside of him he'd thought he was incapable of ever feeling again after Jazz left. When she pulled back he noticed her cheeks were bright red with a smile as wide as his on her lips.
Amy: So what's the plan for tonight??
Rob: I was thinking dinner and maybe some Dave and Busters?
Amy: Oooooh that sounds like fun! Let's do it!
Rob shifts into drive and the two of them start to head out onto their date, his mind at a momentary ease until his phone buzzes in his pocket. He carefully pulls it out with his left hand and checks the text message he just recieved.
Are you coming home tonight?
He closes the screen back down without replying, the creeping guilt crawling up his spine as he stuffed the phone back into his pocket and turned the radio up...
Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do
This is it kid, the final days before the end of your mother fucking career.
How does it feel?
How does it feel to be living the final moments of your career? I know you've worked hard for this, I know you've fought to get here, I know you traveled a damn hard road, I'm not an idiot. But we all did, we all walked over broken glass and hot coals to get to the biggest promotion on the planet.
So how does it feel to know it's all about to be ripped away from you?
Because that's what's going to happen kid. That's how this match and your night ends Sunday. There won't be a celebration, Roberto Verona won't be congratulating you on toppling his number one most hated enemy, there will only be you in a puddle of your own blood trying to figure out which of your ligaments you can still move and wondering how you could come so far only to fall so hard.
I'm gonna say this for the last time so you, Verona and everyone else can understand.
I'm NOT a superhero.
I'm NOT a good guy.
I got into this business for ME, for MY love of professional wrestling, for MY passion. Whether people love me or hate me has never mattered to me, as long as they care enough to pay to see me then I'm doing my job. But don't get it twisted, that doesn't make me a white hat, a Superman. I'm a low down, dirty son of a bitch and I will do whatever it takes to make sure it's MY name on top of this roster.
What. Ever. It. Takes.
I'm the goddamn Lex Luthor of Imperial Wrestling, yeah I can do some good, stand up for what I believe in but at the end of the day I exist for exactly one thing, ME and MY own. And you? You ain't me. You ain't my own. You ain't one of the three or four people I actually like in this promotion and that puts you in a VERY bad place Z.
That puts you at the end of my barrell and trust me kid, I ain't gonna hesitate to pull the trigger and blow your fuvking head off.
I know you've got this whole warped outlook on professional wrestling, you think you're standing up for something when you stand next to Verona. You think he's going to help your career, he's going to make you and by taking me out that will catapult you to super stardom here in the IWF but kid, fucking with me is only getting you an early grave and I want you to think about that.
Roberto Verona ain't going to bail you out.
Jake Conway ain't going to bail you out.
Cyrus Daniels ain't going to bail you out.
Once you step foot inside that steel cage it's going to be you and me, mano y mano and there ain't going to be anybody to save you once I start cracking your skull open with a steel chair. You think you've got allies, you think you've got friends, you think you're apart of something bigger but the truth of the matter is you're a disposible body in this war. You think you understand that, you think you grasp the idea of fighting another man's war but let me tell you something kid.
You have no idea what's coming for you.
Verona couldn't have prepared you, that hot piece of ass couldn't of coached you, there is no lesson plan for the unholy hell that is about to be unleashed on you. The only thing you can do is pray to fucking god that somehow you walk out of this match under your own power.
PRAY!
Because you've fucked with me too often for too long and now it's time you finally understand exactly who Rob Diamond is and exactly what I'm capable of. I'm a fucking blood thirsty animal who cloaks himself in piss and fart jokes. But once we're in there, once I've got that cold steel pressed against your head and your blood goes cold on your flesh you're going to look into my eyes and realize exactly how badly you fucked up.
When I'm done kid you're going to need that mask to hold your fucking face together because it's gonna look like a jacked up jigsaw puzzle made of ripped flesh and broken skull fragments.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET!?
I hope you do kid, I hope you get it, I hope you completely understand because there ain't no going back now. There ain't no forgiving. There ain't no end cept the end that comes when you are unable to meet the count of ten because I snapped your goddamn legs off of your body, wrapped them in barbed wire and beat you half to hell with them!
And hey, if you ain't down with that then I've got two words for ya.
SUCK IT!
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
Well howdy there pardner.