Post by Eddie D. on Jul 27, 2016 17:44:36 GMT
One year ago: Night of the Immortals II
Rob Diamond laid back on a stretcher, a doctor leaning over him shining a light in his eye. In the background stood his then girlfriend, Jazz, with an extremely worried look on her face, she’d just watched the man she loved take a dangerous fall off the top of the ladder. The doctor feared he may have a concussion and in this line of work that could be a career ender.
Rob: Can I get up now?
Docotor: Not yet.
Rob groaned under his breath while Jazz started to pace, ringing her hands together as the doctor went back and forth between both eyes.
Doctor: I want to send you in for further testing.
Rob: Seriosuly!?
He sat up and pushed the doctor out of the way at the same time, he tried to get to his feet but everything became woozy and he fell back onto the stretcher, Jazz was at his side before he knew it to stabilize him.
Doctor: Yes, seriously. I’ll send the paramedics to retrieve you.
The doctor walked off down the hall way as Jazz continued to support Rob on the stretcher, he sighed loudly, looking extremely frustrated.
Rob: FUCK!!!!
Jazz: Rob, please, try to calm down.
Rob: Calm down!? That son of a bitch Laszlo may have ended my goddamn career!
Jazz: Yeah I get that but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything!
He dropped his head, he immediately felt like an asshole for taking out his frustrations on her. He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her in for a hug, hiding his face from hers as a tear ran down his cheek.
Rob: I just don’t want this to be the end… You know?
She could feel the tears hit her bare shoulder and clutched him tigher.
Jazz: I know…
Coward?
You called me a coward!?
No, I’m not a coward #WiddleKane, for the first time in my entire career I’m doing the right thing for me and my family! For my daughter! I’ve spent ten goddamn years breaking my body, fucking up my back, getting more goddamn concussions than I can count on two hands just to make it to the main event of a World renowned company.
I had the goddamn rug pulled out from under me in NCW when Steve Awesome and Zelda Knite decided to fuck me over in more ways than one!
So if you think I’m going to play by the same bullshit rules I played by over there just because we’re supposed to be friends, because we’re supposed to be family!?
YOU’RE DEAD WRONG!
You’re not my family #WiddleKane! You’re not my blood. You’re just a fucking body I used, a goddamn human shield to take the bullets I didn’t feel I needed to take anymore. I worked my way into the top spot in this company, an iron clad contract, I’m the highest paid man on the roster and everything I’ve done, all the little lies I’ve told, the intricate pattern of deceit I wove was all for my REAL FAMILY!
IT WAS ALL FOR HOPE!
So when my body is finally beyond repair she doesn’t need to struggle or want for anything! She won’t need to go to school with the rest of you filthy fucking mouth breathers or you less desirable dregs of society. She won’t need to sit in a public school worrying about which little emo psychopath is going to snap next and bring daddies gun in for show and tell!
No, my daughter will have the best of everything, the best life money can possibly offer and it will all be because I made a deal with the devil. Because I sat down with Roberto Verona one year ago and together we came up with the greatest scheme the wrestling world has ever seen.
We created a hero you could believe in.
We created a father you could love, #WiddleKane.
I’m not really sorry if you thought anything I ever said to you was real but in the end I needed you to play along, I needed you to follow me without question as we lead our little crusade against the oh so evil Roberto Verona, the man who signs our checks and gives us a stage to perform on.
Yeah, I really wanna take that guy out of power…
Idiots.
But I will say, it hit me right in the feels when you picked Jayson Matthews to tag with over me. I mean I did give you a place to stay when you had nowhere else to go, I didn’t give you a shoulder to cry on when daddy didn’t love you, I did stand by your side even if the plan was always to stab you in the back.
That’s why as I watched the two of you claim the Joker in the Pack brief case I made a decision, once I was done ending Steve Awesome’s in ring career I was going to teach you a little lesson.
Don’t fucking trust anybody.
Least of all a man who calls himself Infamous and prides himself on how many lives he’s ruined.
One year ago: The day after NOTI II
The tests had been run, the results had come in, the doctor’s told him he had a minor concussion and he couldn’t wrestler for at least the next couple of months. The news broke his heart, more than that it pissed him off. Wrestling was the only thing he ever wanted to do and for the second time in his IWF career he had to be a spectator.
Rob: Never again…
Jazz: What?
He sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed as he cracked his knuckles. Jazz came over to him and sat down besides him, putting an arm over his shoulder to comfort him.
Rob: I’m not doing this again. Busting my ass just to find myself back on the bench again and FOR WHAT!?
He sent the table on wheels crashing into the white wall as he stood up, Jazz pulling back slightly, startled.
Rob: So pieces of shit like Mike Laszlo can get a title match? I’m not doing this again Jazz, I’m not playing nice with these fucking people anymore. I tried! I FUCKING TRIED!!!! But I’m not a good guy… Being a good guy gets you nowhere.
She stood up now and tried to grab him.
Jazz: You are a good guy, you’re Hope’s father and she needs to see-
Rob: SEE WHAT!? That heroes die in the real world!!?? She needs to sit at home and watch as her father fights the good fight and gets two more months of his career taken away from him!? What does she need to see?!
Jazz: That her father never gives up in the face of adversity.
He looked into her calm brown eyes but just couldn’t shake the feeling of failure and the anger welling up within him.
Rob: I don’t think I can do it anymore…
Roberto: Then don’t.
The two of them turn around to see the well dressed man in charge of IWF, Roberto Verona. He smiles coyly at them and then helps himself to a seat near the bed, noticing the over turned table and half laughing at the sight of it.
Rob: What the hell do you want?
Roberto: I’m here to make you offer, Mr. Diamond, one that would assure something like this-
He gestures to the hospital room around them.
Roberto: Never happens again.
Jazz: Rob, come on, let’s go, you’ve been dismissed.
She starts to lead him away but he stops her.
Rob: No. I wanna hear what he has to say.
He sits back down on the edge of the bed as Jazz just shakes her head, knowing this isn’t going to end well but with no idea how to convince him otherwise…
I’ve got the contract.
I’ve got the money.
The only thing I don’t have is the shot at the Imperial Championship.
As far as I’m concerned you took that from me, #WiddleKane, denied me, knowing full well what we had been “fighting” for, instead you chose the best friend of a man I hate to be your partner.
Steve Awesome tried to end my career.
Of course he played right into our hands and inevitably put himself in a position to fail, which was of course the plan all along but that doesn’t change the fact it should have been me in that Joker in the Pack match. The very same match which stole two months of my career one year ago. That should have been my night to redeem myself and earn the shot the entire world knows I deserve.
But you decided otherwise.
You decided to gift wrap a championship opportunity to the biggest fucking failure to ever step foot in a professional wrestling ring. A man who was mauled by the returning Cable Arcane, a man who was embarrassed by Noah Field, a man who’s caught more of Steve Awesome’s loads than Mandi and Crystal combined!
And now he’s guaranteed a match at Legacy, guaranteed an Imperial Championship match regardless of how much he loses between now and then, regardless of how much he fucking fails, you gift wrapped him a shot at the biggest prize in the industry and think I should just be OK WITH THAT!?
I should just sit down and accept a man who thinks he’s my fucking brother put some loser of a wrestler in MY SPOT!?
Nah, I’m not gonna just sit back and accept that. My ego won’t allow it because I know what I deserve. I know what I’ve earned. I’m the biggest name in this damn promotion, I sell the most merch, I put asses in seats! Not you! Not Steve Awesome! Not your dying fucking father!
ME!
ROB DIAMOND!
I’M THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
I hope that brief case was worth it #WiddleKane. Cause I ain’t stopping with you. After I whip your ass inside of that steel cage I’m gunning for Jayson Matthews next and I’m gonna make damn sure that fluffer won’t be physically cleared to wrestle at Legacy.
His blood is gonna be on your hands.
The best part about all of this is, you stupid fucking monkeys think all my cards are on the table. You think the full scope of my little plan has been revealed. Fact of the matter is we’re only in phase 1, which ends with #WiddleKane in a bloody heap in the middle of a ring.
Phase 2, that’s when all the real fun begins.
It’s unfortunate you won’t be around to see it, #WiddleKane.
But that’s what DVR is for.
Sad thing is, as much time as we spent together, you were never Infamous. You were never one of us. All you ever were, all you ever will be is #WiddleKane, the nut Spike shoulda flushed.
That’s one mistake I’m not going to make Sunday Night.
Say goodbye son.
Rob Diamond laid back on a stretcher, a doctor leaning over him shining a light in his eye. In the background stood his then girlfriend, Jazz, with an extremely worried look on her face, she’d just watched the man she loved take a dangerous fall off the top of the ladder. The doctor feared he may have a concussion and in this line of work that could be a career ender.
Rob: Can I get up now?
Docotor: Not yet.
Rob groaned under his breath while Jazz started to pace, ringing her hands together as the doctor went back and forth between both eyes.
Doctor: I want to send you in for further testing.
Rob: Seriosuly!?
He sat up and pushed the doctor out of the way at the same time, he tried to get to his feet but everything became woozy and he fell back onto the stretcher, Jazz was at his side before he knew it to stabilize him.
Doctor: Yes, seriously. I’ll send the paramedics to retrieve you.
The doctor walked off down the hall way as Jazz continued to support Rob on the stretcher, he sighed loudly, looking extremely frustrated.
Rob: FUCK!!!!
Jazz: Rob, please, try to calm down.
Rob: Calm down!? That son of a bitch Laszlo may have ended my goddamn career!
Jazz: Yeah I get that but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything!
He dropped his head, he immediately felt like an asshole for taking out his frustrations on her. He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her in for a hug, hiding his face from hers as a tear ran down his cheek.
Rob: I just don’t want this to be the end… You know?
She could feel the tears hit her bare shoulder and clutched him tigher.
Jazz: I know…
Coward?
You called me a coward!?
No, I’m not a coward #WiddleKane, for the first time in my entire career I’m doing the right thing for me and my family! For my daughter! I’ve spent ten goddamn years breaking my body, fucking up my back, getting more goddamn concussions than I can count on two hands just to make it to the main event of a World renowned company.
I had the goddamn rug pulled out from under me in NCW when Steve Awesome and Zelda Knite decided to fuck me over in more ways than one!
So if you think I’m going to play by the same bullshit rules I played by over there just because we’re supposed to be friends, because we’re supposed to be family!?
YOU’RE DEAD WRONG!
You’re not my family #WiddleKane! You’re not my blood. You’re just a fucking body I used, a goddamn human shield to take the bullets I didn’t feel I needed to take anymore. I worked my way into the top spot in this company, an iron clad contract, I’m the highest paid man on the roster and everything I’ve done, all the little lies I’ve told, the intricate pattern of deceit I wove was all for my REAL FAMILY!
IT WAS ALL FOR HOPE!
So when my body is finally beyond repair she doesn’t need to struggle or want for anything! She won’t need to go to school with the rest of you filthy fucking mouth breathers or you less desirable dregs of society. She won’t need to sit in a public school worrying about which little emo psychopath is going to snap next and bring daddies gun in for show and tell!
No, my daughter will have the best of everything, the best life money can possibly offer and it will all be because I made a deal with the devil. Because I sat down with Roberto Verona one year ago and together we came up with the greatest scheme the wrestling world has ever seen.
We created a hero you could believe in.
We created a father you could love, #WiddleKane.
I’m not really sorry if you thought anything I ever said to you was real but in the end I needed you to play along, I needed you to follow me without question as we lead our little crusade against the oh so evil Roberto Verona, the man who signs our checks and gives us a stage to perform on.
Yeah, I really wanna take that guy out of power…
Idiots.
But I will say, it hit me right in the feels when you picked Jayson Matthews to tag with over me. I mean I did give you a place to stay when you had nowhere else to go, I didn’t give you a shoulder to cry on when daddy didn’t love you, I did stand by your side even if the plan was always to stab you in the back.
That’s why as I watched the two of you claim the Joker in the Pack brief case I made a decision, once I was done ending Steve Awesome’s in ring career I was going to teach you a little lesson.
Don’t fucking trust anybody.
Least of all a man who calls himself Infamous and prides himself on how many lives he’s ruined.
One year ago: The day after NOTI II
The tests had been run, the results had come in, the doctor’s told him he had a minor concussion and he couldn’t wrestler for at least the next couple of months. The news broke his heart, more than that it pissed him off. Wrestling was the only thing he ever wanted to do and for the second time in his IWF career he had to be a spectator.
Rob: Never again…
Jazz: What?
He sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed as he cracked his knuckles. Jazz came over to him and sat down besides him, putting an arm over his shoulder to comfort him.
Rob: I’m not doing this again. Busting my ass just to find myself back on the bench again and FOR WHAT!?
He sent the table on wheels crashing into the white wall as he stood up, Jazz pulling back slightly, startled.
Rob: So pieces of shit like Mike Laszlo can get a title match? I’m not doing this again Jazz, I’m not playing nice with these fucking people anymore. I tried! I FUCKING TRIED!!!! But I’m not a good guy… Being a good guy gets you nowhere.
She stood up now and tried to grab him.
Jazz: You are a good guy, you’re Hope’s father and she needs to see-
Rob: SEE WHAT!? That heroes die in the real world!!?? She needs to sit at home and watch as her father fights the good fight and gets two more months of his career taken away from him!? What does she need to see?!
Jazz: That her father never gives up in the face of adversity.
He looked into her calm brown eyes but just couldn’t shake the feeling of failure and the anger welling up within him.
Rob: I don’t think I can do it anymore…
Roberto: Then don’t.
The two of them turn around to see the well dressed man in charge of IWF, Roberto Verona. He smiles coyly at them and then helps himself to a seat near the bed, noticing the over turned table and half laughing at the sight of it.
Rob: What the hell do you want?
Roberto: I’m here to make you offer, Mr. Diamond, one that would assure something like this-
He gestures to the hospital room around them.
Roberto: Never happens again.
Jazz: Rob, come on, let’s go, you’ve been dismissed.
She starts to lead him away but he stops her.
Rob: No. I wanna hear what he has to say.
He sits back down on the edge of the bed as Jazz just shakes her head, knowing this isn’t going to end well but with no idea how to convince him otherwise…
I’ve got the contract.
I’ve got the money.
The only thing I don’t have is the shot at the Imperial Championship.
As far as I’m concerned you took that from me, #WiddleKane, denied me, knowing full well what we had been “fighting” for, instead you chose the best friend of a man I hate to be your partner.
Steve Awesome tried to end my career.
Of course he played right into our hands and inevitably put himself in a position to fail, which was of course the plan all along but that doesn’t change the fact it should have been me in that Joker in the Pack match. The very same match which stole two months of my career one year ago. That should have been my night to redeem myself and earn the shot the entire world knows I deserve.
But you decided otherwise.
You decided to gift wrap a championship opportunity to the biggest fucking failure to ever step foot in a professional wrestling ring. A man who was mauled by the returning Cable Arcane, a man who was embarrassed by Noah Field, a man who’s caught more of Steve Awesome’s loads than Mandi and Crystal combined!
And now he’s guaranteed a match at Legacy, guaranteed an Imperial Championship match regardless of how much he loses between now and then, regardless of how much he fucking fails, you gift wrapped him a shot at the biggest prize in the industry and think I should just be OK WITH THAT!?
I should just sit down and accept a man who thinks he’s my fucking brother put some loser of a wrestler in MY SPOT!?
Nah, I’m not gonna just sit back and accept that. My ego won’t allow it because I know what I deserve. I know what I’ve earned. I’m the biggest name in this damn promotion, I sell the most merch, I put asses in seats! Not you! Not Steve Awesome! Not your dying fucking father!
ME!
ROB DIAMOND!
I’M THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
I hope that brief case was worth it #WiddleKane. Cause I ain’t stopping with you. After I whip your ass inside of that steel cage I’m gunning for Jayson Matthews next and I’m gonna make damn sure that fluffer won’t be physically cleared to wrestle at Legacy.
His blood is gonna be on your hands.
The best part about all of this is, you stupid fucking monkeys think all my cards are on the table. You think the full scope of my little plan has been revealed. Fact of the matter is we’re only in phase 1, which ends with #WiddleKane in a bloody heap in the middle of a ring.
Phase 2, that’s when all the real fun begins.
It’s unfortunate you won’t be around to see it, #WiddleKane.
But that’s what DVR is for.
Sad thing is, as much time as we spent together, you were never Infamous. You were never one of us. All you ever were, all you ever will be is #WiddleKane, the nut Spike shoulda flushed.
That’s one mistake I’m not going to make Sunday Night.
Say goodbye son.
Well howdy there pardner.