Post by Eddie D. on Apr 22, 2016 18:58:07 GMT
Amy: What the hell do you mean concussion!?
Even when angry Amy was still the most beautiful person Rob had ever seen, her bright but piercing eyes contrasted by her wavy dirty blond hair that framed her face and fell around her shoulders, he could literally stare at her all day.
Amy: Quit day dreaming and talk to me, please.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and sat down on the stool he’d pulled out from his breakfast bar.
Rob: It’s just a minor one…
Amy: Rob you were with that doctor for hours and you looked like a ghost when you came out.
Rob: Apparently I’ve had a few… dozen.
She looked shocked then worried as she took the stool next to him.
Amy: Jesus Christ…
Rob: It’s really not a big deal.
Amy: Not a big deal? Rob, this is serious, what did the doctor say?
He didn’t want to look at her so he didn’t, instead opting to stare out the window over the sink, wondering if the rose bush would recover from the hack job he’d done weed wacking the lawn last week…
Rob: He suggested that I maybe consider retiring…
Amy: And?
Rob: And you know I can’t, not yet, not when I’m so damn close.
She couldn’t restrain her anger, it was coming from a place of great concern and love but still, she nearly explodes on Rob.
Amy: Close to what!? Bring crippled!? Dead!? How far are you going to push your damn body Rob!?
He snapped back, unable to control himself in the moment.
Rob: As goddamn far as it can!!
She stood up from the stool, frustrated, angry and walked around the dining room table just trying to gather her thoughts.
Amy: Have you told Warren?
Rob: No, I can’t… He’s hold back if he knew.
Amy: He could kill you if he doesn’t?
Rob: It’s worth the risk…
She stopped on the far side of the table.
Amy: Worth the risk!? Worth never being able to walk or run or maybe even hold your daughter again!? I know you keep saying you’re doing this for the fans and everyone else but you have to realize how fucking selfish you’re being right now?
Rob: I… I can’t let them down Ames…
She came back around the table, placing her hand on his back and just rubbing him for a moment.
Rob: But this is why I’ve been putting off training you… I don’t want to see you go through something like this… Get so close to your dream and know at any moment it could be ripped away…
Amy: That’s every day, Rob, that’s called life but what you’re talking about, wrestling with a concussion, that’s suicide.
Rob: I have to…
She didn’t know what else to say to him, there was no arguing, no convincing, he was just too damn stubborn sometimes.
Amy: Just please be careful, if something doesn’t feel right you get the hell out of the ring.
Rob: Ok…
Amy: Promise me Rob.
He looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, the concern on her face melted his heart but he couldn’t walk away now, he couldn’t let Verona win this war even if it meant losing everything. He couldn’t.
Rob: I promise.
Destiny…
That’s the name of the show and it’s pretty damn fitting. As you know I’ve had a date with Destiny for a long time now. See, Verona and I, we’ve been doing this little dance where he prison rapes me and I’m supposed to just sit back and smile but I promised him that eventually I’d get him in the middle of the ring and take his damn championship.
And here we are.
Thing is, and I’m just going to cut right to the chase here, even if I beat Verona he’s still in charge of this company. He can still make my life and everyone else’s lives a living hell. And he knows that, he knows losing that belt, as much as it means to him personally doesn’t effect his over all plan for the company and the people that work in it. He knows no matter what the out come is he will still have all the power in Imperial Wrestling…
That’s assuming he walks out of the match.
Cause I’m done with all the semantic bullshit, survival of the fittest, only the strong survive crap you’ve been spitting. I want you GONE from Imperial Wrestling. I want you so goddamn hurt and crippled that you can’t even blink without a machine fucking telling you too let alone run this company. I want you holed up in a hospital somewhere being kept on life support with your loved ones around you praying that you wake up.
I want your career.
And I know the clichéd answer, come and take it, and I will Verona. I’m coming for the Imperial Championship, I’m coming for your career, I’m coming for the whole damn company because if it’s the last thing I do inside of a professional wrestling ring I will see permanently fucking paralyzed and left for dead!
You wanted to play this game, you wanted to drive us all to the point of madness and desperation, well here we are, your children, pissed off and fed up and ready to fucking kill you to survive. The only goddamn problem with the whole plan is Warren and I, we didn’t need an invite to wanna bury you six feet under, all you’ve done is made the whole thing so much sweeter when it happens.
Good job trying to rally the roster against a common foe thing about that is all you’ve done is put a giant target on your back for two of the most dangerous men in this company to take aim at, three if you wanna count your good buddy Jake.
Brav-fucking-oh.
I get what you’re trying to do, light a fire under some people’s asses, get them to do more than sit on their hands and collect a pay check. Thing about all that is you’re the miserable bitch who hired these lazy mother fuckers that refuse to stand up and fight against you.
You whine about Jack Gaither not having the balls to take what he wants from who he wants and fight for what he believes in but who the fuck was it that signed him to Imperial Wrestling?
What about Ryan Blade?
Xavier Cross?
Jackhammer?
Joe Everyman?
Lex Sense?
These guys didn’t sign themselves, they didn’t look in the mirror and invite themselves into Imperial Wrestling. You hired them knowing full damn well that they weren’t gonna live up to your expectations. And then you had the audacity to get made and throw a million dollar temper tantrum! What the hell did you think was going to happen, Xavier Cross would suddenly stop being a lazy piece of shit or that Jackhammer would actually show a modicum of effort?
Don’t tell me you’re that fucking stupid or naïve?
The only man you have to blame for the state of this company is yourself. Cause you’ve got guys who fucking love Imperial Wrestling, guys who would give their lives for Imperial Wrestling, men and women who lifted this company up out of the ashes of NCW and made it the premiere wrestling promotion in the world and YOU’RE PUNISHING US!
US!?
The ones who stood with you in the beginning and turned Imperial Wrestling into a success. And that’s why I hate you so damn much. That’s why I need to put you where you belong at the bottom of a shallow grave. Because for all your bullshit this little power trip is just about stroking your own goddamn ego and making up a hollow excuse. If you really wanted to up the competition in Imperial Wrestling you’d fire all the hangers on and bring in some legitimate threats from around the world, not begging Adam Knite and Trent Helms to come back.
You’re pitiful.
And at Destiny you’re going to learn that there are some people you don’t wanna piss off, some people you don’t wanna see the dark side of, some people who will go further than you could possibly imagine, you’re gonna learn that fucking with Rob Diamond is career suicide.
Warren…
I’m gonna make this short and sweet brother, it’s you and me versus Roberto Verona, we take him out then we can give the fans a match worth their hard earned money.
No animosity, no bullshit, just two world class wrestlers doing what they love for the biggest prize in the world.
It’ll be my honor to be in there with you, fighting you and no matter who wins I’m just glad that we got here together, proving Verona wrong, you don’t need to stab people in the back or “survive” you just need to work hard, push yourself and most of all ignore anyone who thinks you can’t do it.
Because we did do it. We made it. We fought against everyone and everything to get this match, we deserve it and when one of us walks away champion we will know that we earned it.
But I’ve got to ask you one favor…
And this is hard for me…
What you did to Gaither two weeks ago, the way you tapped into that Kane family darkness…
I need you to go to that place again. I need you tap back into that darkness. Sunday night I’m going to go to a place inside of myself that I haven’t been to in a long time, a place I couldn’t even go to against your dad, Spike, even though he cut my finger off. I have to go there so I can do what needs to be done and end Roberto Verona’s career…
And I can’t do that by myself.
I know you don’t like feeling like a monster and you’re not one but you were born from a monster, his blood runs through your veins and I know that together we can save Imperial Wrestling. We can end this ridiculous reign of terror. Together we can shoulder the burden of ending a man’s career.
Together we can do anything.
Because we’re family.
Brothers.
And you don’t fuck with family.
And if you ain’t down with that Verona then we only have to words for ya.
SUCK IT!
Even when angry Amy was still the most beautiful person Rob had ever seen, her bright but piercing eyes contrasted by her wavy dirty blond hair that framed her face and fell around her shoulders, he could literally stare at her all day.
Amy: Quit day dreaming and talk to me, please.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and sat down on the stool he’d pulled out from his breakfast bar.
Rob: It’s just a minor one…
Amy: Rob you were with that doctor for hours and you looked like a ghost when you came out.
Rob: Apparently I’ve had a few… dozen.
She looked shocked then worried as she took the stool next to him.
Amy: Jesus Christ…
Rob: It’s really not a big deal.
Amy: Not a big deal? Rob, this is serious, what did the doctor say?
He didn’t want to look at her so he didn’t, instead opting to stare out the window over the sink, wondering if the rose bush would recover from the hack job he’d done weed wacking the lawn last week…
Rob: He suggested that I maybe consider retiring…
Amy: And?
Rob: And you know I can’t, not yet, not when I’m so damn close.
She couldn’t restrain her anger, it was coming from a place of great concern and love but still, she nearly explodes on Rob.
Amy: Close to what!? Bring crippled!? Dead!? How far are you going to push your damn body Rob!?
He snapped back, unable to control himself in the moment.
Rob: As goddamn far as it can!!
She stood up from the stool, frustrated, angry and walked around the dining room table just trying to gather her thoughts.
Amy: Have you told Warren?
Rob: No, I can’t… He’s hold back if he knew.
Amy: He could kill you if he doesn’t?
Rob: It’s worth the risk…
She stopped on the far side of the table.
Amy: Worth the risk!? Worth never being able to walk or run or maybe even hold your daughter again!? I know you keep saying you’re doing this for the fans and everyone else but you have to realize how fucking selfish you’re being right now?
Rob: I… I can’t let them down Ames…
She came back around the table, placing her hand on his back and just rubbing him for a moment.
Rob: But this is why I’ve been putting off training you… I don’t want to see you go through something like this… Get so close to your dream and know at any moment it could be ripped away…
Amy: That’s every day, Rob, that’s called life but what you’re talking about, wrestling with a concussion, that’s suicide.
Rob: I have to…
She didn’t know what else to say to him, there was no arguing, no convincing, he was just too damn stubborn sometimes.
Amy: Just please be careful, if something doesn’t feel right you get the hell out of the ring.
Rob: Ok…
Amy: Promise me Rob.
He looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, the concern on her face melted his heart but he couldn’t walk away now, he couldn’t let Verona win this war even if it meant losing everything. He couldn’t.
Rob: I promise.
Destiny…
That’s the name of the show and it’s pretty damn fitting. As you know I’ve had a date with Destiny for a long time now. See, Verona and I, we’ve been doing this little dance where he prison rapes me and I’m supposed to just sit back and smile but I promised him that eventually I’d get him in the middle of the ring and take his damn championship.
And here we are.
Thing is, and I’m just going to cut right to the chase here, even if I beat Verona he’s still in charge of this company. He can still make my life and everyone else’s lives a living hell. And he knows that, he knows losing that belt, as much as it means to him personally doesn’t effect his over all plan for the company and the people that work in it. He knows no matter what the out come is he will still have all the power in Imperial Wrestling…
That’s assuming he walks out of the match.
Cause I’m done with all the semantic bullshit, survival of the fittest, only the strong survive crap you’ve been spitting. I want you GONE from Imperial Wrestling. I want you so goddamn hurt and crippled that you can’t even blink without a machine fucking telling you too let alone run this company. I want you holed up in a hospital somewhere being kept on life support with your loved ones around you praying that you wake up.
I want your career.
And I know the clichéd answer, come and take it, and I will Verona. I’m coming for the Imperial Championship, I’m coming for your career, I’m coming for the whole damn company because if it’s the last thing I do inside of a professional wrestling ring I will see permanently fucking paralyzed and left for dead!
You wanted to play this game, you wanted to drive us all to the point of madness and desperation, well here we are, your children, pissed off and fed up and ready to fucking kill you to survive. The only goddamn problem with the whole plan is Warren and I, we didn’t need an invite to wanna bury you six feet under, all you’ve done is made the whole thing so much sweeter when it happens.
Good job trying to rally the roster against a common foe thing about that is all you’ve done is put a giant target on your back for two of the most dangerous men in this company to take aim at, three if you wanna count your good buddy Jake.
Brav-fucking-oh.
I get what you’re trying to do, light a fire under some people’s asses, get them to do more than sit on their hands and collect a pay check. Thing about all that is you’re the miserable bitch who hired these lazy mother fuckers that refuse to stand up and fight against you.
You whine about Jack Gaither not having the balls to take what he wants from who he wants and fight for what he believes in but who the fuck was it that signed him to Imperial Wrestling?
What about Ryan Blade?
Xavier Cross?
Jackhammer?
Joe Everyman?
Lex Sense?
These guys didn’t sign themselves, they didn’t look in the mirror and invite themselves into Imperial Wrestling. You hired them knowing full damn well that they weren’t gonna live up to your expectations. And then you had the audacity to get made and throw a million dollar temper tantrum! What the hell did you think was going to happen, Xavier Cross would suddenly stop being a lazy piece of shit or that Jackhammer would actually show a modicum of effort?
Don’t tell me you’re that fucking stupid or naïve?
The only man you have to blame for the state of this company is yourself. Cause you’ve got guys who fucking love Imperial Wrestling, guys who would give their lives for Imperial Wrestling, men and women who lifted this company up out of the ashes of NCW and made it the premiere wrestling promotion in the world and YOU’RE PUNISHING US!
US!?
The ones who stood with you in the beginning and turned Imperial Wrestling into a success. And that’s why I hate you so damn much. That’s why I need to put you where you belong at the bottom of a shallow grave. Because for all your bullshit this little power trip is just about stroking your own goddamn ego and making up a hollow excuse. If you really wanted to up the competition in Imperial Wrestling you’d fire all the hangers on and bring in some legitimate threats from around the world, not begging Adam Knite and Trent Helms to come back.
You’re pitiful.
And at Destiny you’re going to learn that there are some people you don’t wanna piss off, some people you don’t wanna see the dark side of, some people who will go further than you could possibly imagine, you’re gonna learn that fucking with Rob Diamond is career suicide.
Warren…
I’m gonna make this short and sweet brother, it’s you and me versus Roberto Verona, we take him out then we can give the fans a match worth their hard earned money.
No animosity, no bullshit, just two world class wrestlers doing what they love for the biggest prize in the world.
It’ll be my honor to be in there with you, fighting you and no matter who wins I’m just glad that we got here together, proving Verona wrong, you don’t need to stab people in the back or “survive” you just need to work hard, push yourself and most of all ignore anyone who thinks you can’t do it.
Because we did do it. We made it. We fought against everyone and everything to get this match, we deserve it and when one of us walks away champion we will know that we earned it.
But I’ve got to ask you one favor…
And this is hard for me…
What you did to Gaither two weeks ago, the way you tapped into that Kane family darkness…
I need you to go to that place again. I need you tap back into that darkness. Sunday night I’m going to go to a place inside of myself that I haven’t been to in a long time, a place I couldn’t even go to against your dad, Spike, even though he cut my finger off. I have to go there so I can do what needs to be done and end Roberto Verona’s career…
And I can’t do that by myself.
I know you don’t like feeling like a monster and you’re not one but you were born from a monster, his blood runs through your veins and I know that together we can save Imperial Wrestling. We can end this ridiculous reign of terror. Together we can shoulder the burden of ending a man’s career.
Together we can do anything.
Because we’re family.
Brothers.
And you don’t fuck with family.
And if you ain’t down with that Verona then we only have to words for ya.
SUCK IT!
Well howdy there pardner.