Post by Eddie D. on Aug 28, 2016 23:26:06 GMT
Jazz…
Jasmine James….
The women who broke Rob’s heart, or was it him that broke hers?
I guess it depends on who ask. Either way she’s standing outside of his hotel room door in Worcester, Mass. It’d been, what, a year since he saw her last? Unless of course you count getting drunk and looking at old photos on facebook , which he doesn’t.
There she stood, that sort of crooked half smile, brown eyes glistening, you could tell she was trying not to smile while she looked at him but it seemed to be just as hard for her as it was for him.
”Wh-what are you doing here?”
She looked down for a second, momentarily second guessing why she had driven all the way up here from West Hartford, CT. It was to talk to him, wasn’t it, about the way he’d been acting on television? Or did she just miss? No, it was the former, he’d been acting crazy, hurting people, pissing all over the legacy he claimed he was building for his daughter to be proud of.
”I needed to talk to you.”
His heart clenched up like it was in a vice, the last time she said that to him it was to tell him she was leaving. He tried hard to get her to stay, even harder to get her back but through his own ignorance he ended up just pushing her away further.
”Oh… Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He felt a little bit of panic but he wasn’t sure why, things were long over between them, they couldn’t have been more over, they hadn’t even exchanged pleasantries when their birthdays passed, or Hope’s either. Yet here she was and panic was what he felt. He motioned for her to come inside and hesitantly she followed him in.
”So-uh… What did you wanna talk about?”
She looked at him for a few moments and the whole reason for her visit was suddenly gone. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed him and how much he’d changed since the last time she saw him. Gone was his longer black hair and five o’clock shadow, he’d started shaving his head and grew his beard out. She liked it.
”I-uh…”
She stumbled over her words for a second.
”Heh… God I missed you. Haha.”
Her words tugged at his heart strings as he returned her little chuckle.
”Yeah, me too…”
She moved a little closer to him, their arms barely grazing each other but that little bit of friction sent a chill up and down both of their spines. She causally took a seat on the edge of the hotel room bed looking up at him with a coy little smirk.
”You grew your beard out?”
“Yeah, yeah, figured it was time for a change.”
Change, something changed, that’s why she came here because she saw how he was changing on television.
”I’ve been watching you-on Sacrifice I mean… I saw the last few pay per views too… What’s going on, Rob?”
So this is why she’s here, to chastise him? He let out a slight sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, carelessly sitting down besides her.
”I’m… I mean… Honestly… I’m tired.”
“Tired of what?”
“All of it, Jazz, all of it. That’s why I made that deal with Verona, you know, guaranteed money. After what happened with Spike and then with Laszlo I realized I’m not going to be able to do this forever and I’m just fucking tired of clawing my way by…”
“I remember the deal but… Is it worth it?”
“Worth it?”
His response came off as annoyed.
”For my daughter to have the future she deserves? Anything is worth it.”
She looked sad, frowned even but she just didn’t want to believe it.
”Rob, this isn’t who you are, we both know that. You’re a good person, a great father and-“
“No!”
He stood up suddenly and looked down on her and her beautiful caramel colored skin.
”I’m not a good person, Jazz! I’m not this fucking guy you think I am! Isn’t that why you left!? Because I’m just a piece of shit!”
Now she stood up, the fierce look in her eyes burned right through him.
”That’s not why I left! I left because you changed!”
“Yeah! Into the asshole you see before you!”
“NO! That’s just who you convinced yourself you are but I know you and dammit I love the person you buried deep down inside of you but you won’t let him out!”
Her confession shocked even herself as the two of them just stared at each other for a few moments
”You… You still love me?”
“I love the man you used to be…”
“I never stopped loving you..”
They both look at each other with sadness in their eyes, for each of them there was still something there but neither one knew how to move past their pain.
”Jazz?”
“Rob?”
He leaned into her, their eyes closed and their lips met. Electricity shot up and down their bodies as the innocent kiss became something more passionate as each one pulled the other in closer, their arms wrapped around each other. He held her as close as he possibly could and she did the same and as long as their lips were touching there was nothing else in the world besides each other. The pain disappeared, the time apart disappeared, there was just each other and the whole world faded away. But then they pulled apart, still holding one another and Jazz looked slightly embarrassed.
God, I’ve been dreaming about that for so long.”
She laughed slightly at his remark and then something snapped inside of her mind and she pulled away.
”I can’t do this, Rob.”
“Do what?”
“I- I have a boyfriend…”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that?”
“I can’t feel it…”
“Jazz-“
She turned to look back at him with obvious sadness in her eyes.
”I’ll always love you, Rob but I can’t go back… I came here to tell you that you aren’t this guy you’ve been portraying on television… And for your daughter… I hope you realize that…”
She moved across the small hotel room swiftly before he could stop her, exiting the room a second before his hand grabbed he door. She was gone and that moment of pure happiness was over and now all Rob felt was…
Emptiness…
It’d been over a year since they were together and she was still the woman he loved, still the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and still the woman he could never win back…
The rumors of your demise have been greatly exaggerated…
Am I right, Steve?
After all I’ve spent the last two months telling the whole world I was the guy that ended your career yet here you are, back and better than ever and ready to exact revenge against me.
Funny how you waited until I had that pretty piece of ass Mandi in my clutches, ready to have her head driven into the mat with a Diamond Driver to make your return. I’d figure if you were so upset about our last match you’d come back as soon as you were medically cleared as opposed to waiting until it made the biggest impact on National television…
But hey, that’s why you’re the Face of the Franchise and I’m just the highest paid contracted talent in IWF.
I was never good at making those shocking returns right when it suited my “character” the most because unlike you I actually love this fucking sport we participate in. Professional wrestling for me isn’t just a spring board to whatever vanity project I have lined up, that was always you, using your stardom as a negotiation tactic for whatever shitty movie you were about to spend six months of your career filming.
I guess I can’t argue with success…
I mean if you consider what you’ve been able to accomplish in IWF a success…
Which is absolutely nothing, for those of us keeping count
Maybe I didn’t end your career like I wanted to but I also didn’t sit back at home and watch from my couch as my friends were tortured and beaten down, biding my time until it suited me best to make my return. NO! I beat you at Night of the Immortals and then I continued to show up week after week, challenging my best friends baby boy to a match where I also obliterated him! Making goddamn sure the entire world knew exactly who and what I am.
THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
You call yourself the Face of the Franchise but the face hasn’t been here! The Face hasn’t been defending his friends! Defending his honor! Or defending his woman! You’ve been hiding at home! Sitting on your ass and waiting for that moment when it would do the most for your career to step back into an IWF arena!
You’re a glory whore!
A self important piece of shit!
You don’t care about Jayson Matthews! You don’t even care about Mandi! All you care about is yourself and how you can turn any situation into an advantage for yourself! Ever since your first World title run way back in NCW you’ve become a self absorbed asshole! You don’t wrestle for the fans, hell you don’t even really wrestle for yourself, you wrestle for your BRAND! The second Steve Awesome starts fading from a B list actor to a C list actor you suddenly make your return to challenge whoever the top bad guy in the world is!
Well Steve, I’ve got really bad news for you. You aren’t just going to walk back into MY company and stake your claim to MY spot and become the top guy! I’ve been here since day one! The only time I’ve missed has been from legitimate injuries! The second I’ve been cleared to wrestle I returned and continued to wrestle at the best of my abilities and continued to beat damn near everyone I stepped in the ring with!
FUCK MY BRAND!
FUCK WHAT COMES NEXT!
I get inside that ring because that is what I was put on this earth to do!
And hell yeah I sold out to Roberto Verona and Laura Howlett, hell yeah I was tired of seeing pieces of shit like yourself get the top billing over people who actually deserved it! Hell yeah I was tired of making petty cash compared to your six figure salary for wrestling twice a year!
I made a fucking deal that assured I would get paid, I sided up with someone who had my best interests at heart, I joined the House of Howlett and I have never been more successful! This group, the people around me, the very same who beat your fucking ass when the lights when out at Night of the Immortals, we may not be friends but we damn sure are all agreed on one thing.
We run IWF.
Look around yourself, no one is clamoring to join the side of Steve Awesome as he stands in front of the nuclear fucking bomb that is the House of Howlett. You’re a man on an island, completely by yourself, even your #fluffer Jayson Matthews is nowhere to be seen because he’s so fucking embarrassed by how worthless he is.
You challenged me to an empty arena match, thinking you can divide and conquer the House of Howlett but let me tell you something Steve. Whether we are together or alone we are still the best wrestlers in the history of professional wrestling. There will never be another Spike Kane! Cable Arcane! Zasshu! Or Rob Diamond! But there will always be another pompous piece of shit like Steve Awesome! There will always be another arrogant asshole who thinks he’s bigger than the sport who made him!
The only thing you assured by challenging me to an empty arena match is your own damn funeral.
Forget about a table and concrete, I’m going to Diamond Drive you from the top of the goddamn arena straight into the pavement outside of the arena!
I’m going to end your career!!!!
I fucking promise you that Steve.
You have no fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into. This isn’t just some fucking match for me, this isn’t just about proving who is the better “friend” this is about me taking a man who has done nothing but shit all over the business that made him and putting him permanently on the injured list.
I want you gone from IWF.
Hell, I want you dead.
You made your triumphant return at my expense but that is the last time you use me to put yourself over, Steve.
That was the last time you stand victorious over me.
I’m not just going to try and end your career, this time? I’m going to try and end your goddamn life.
SUCK IT!
Jasmine James….
The women who broke Rob’s heart, or was it him that broke hers?
I guess it depends on who ask. Either way she’s standing outside of his hotel room door in Worcester, Mass. It’d been, what, a year since he saw her last? Unless of course you count getting drunk and looking at old photos on facebook , which he doesn’t.
There she stood, that sort of crooked half smile, brown eyes glistening, you could tell she was trying not to smile while she looked at him but it seemed to be just as hard for her as it was for him.
”Wh-what are you doing here?”
She looked down for a second, momentarily second guessing why she had driven all the way up here from West Hartford, CT. It was to talk to him, wasn’t it, about the way he’d been acting on television? Or did she just miss? No, it was the former, he’d been acting crazy, hurting people, pissing all over the legacy he claimed he was building for his daughter to be proud of.
”I needed to talk to you.”
His heart clenched up like it was in a vice, the last time she said that to him it was to tell him she was leaving. He tried hard to get her to stay, even harder to get her back but through his own ignorance he ended up just pushing her away further.
”Oh… Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He felt a little bit of panic but he wasn’t sure why, things were long over between them, they couldn’t have been more over, they hadn’t even exchanged pleasantries when their birthdays passed, or Hope’s either. Yet here she was and panic was what he felt. He motioned for her to come inside and hesitantly she followed him in.
”So-uh… What did you wanna talk about?”
She looked at him for a few moments and the whole reason for her visit was suddenly gone. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed him and how much he’d changed since the last time she saw him. Gone was his longer black hair and five o’clock shadow, he’d started shaving his head and grew his beard out. She liked it.
”I-uh…”
She stumbled over her words for a second.
”Heh… God I missed you. Haha.”
Her words tugged at his heart strings as he returned her little chuckle.
”Yeah, me too…”
She moved a little closer to him, their arms barely grazing each other but that little bit of friction sent a chill up and down both of their spines. She causally took a seat on the edge of the hotel room bed looking up at him with a coy little smirk.
”You grew your beard out?”
“Yeah, yeah, figured it was time for a change.”
Change, something changed, that’s why she came here because she saw how he was changing on television.
”I’ve been watching you-on Sacrifice I mean… I saw the last few pay per views too… What’s going on, Rob?”
So this is why she’s here, to chastise him? He let out a slight sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, carelessly sitting down besides her.
”I’m… I mean… Honestly… I’m tired.”
“Tired of what?”
“All of it, Jazz, all of it. That’s why I made that deal with Verona, you know, guaranteed money. After what happened with Spike and then with Laszlo I realized I’m not going to be able to do this forever and I’m just fucking tired of clawing my way by…”
“I remember the deal but… Is it worth it?”
“Worth it?”
His response came off as annoyed.
”For my daughter to have the future she deserves? Anything is worth it.”
She looked sad, frowned even but she just didn’t want to believe it.
”Rob, this isn’t who you are, we both know that. You’re a good person, a great father and-“
“No!”
He stood up suddenly and looked down on her and her beautiful caramel colored skin.
”I’m not a good person, Jazz! I’m not this fucking guy you think I am! Isn’t that why you left!? Because I’m just a piece of shit!”
Now she stood up, the fierce look in her eyes burned right through him.
”That’s not why I left! I left because you changed!”
“Yeah! Into the asshole you see before you!”
“NO! That’s just who you convinced yourself you are but I know you and dammit I love the person you buried deep down inside of you but you won’t let him out!”
Her confession shocked even herself as the two of them just stared at each other for a few moments
”You… You still love me?”
“I love the man you used to be…”
“I never stopped loving you..”
They both look at each other with sadness in their eyes, for each of them there was still something there but neither one knew how to move past their pain.
”Jazz?”
“Rob?”
He leaned into her, their eyes closed and their lips met. Electricity shot up and down their bodies as the innocent kiss became something more passionate as each one pulled the other in closer, their arms wrapped around each other. He held her as close as he possibly could and she did the same and as long as their lips were touching there was nothing else in the world besides each other. The pain disappeared, the time apart disappeared, there was just each other and the whole world faded away. But then they pulled apart, still holding one another and Jazz looked slightly embarrassed.
God, I’ve been dreaming about that for so long.”
She laughed slightly at his remark and then something snapped inside of her mind and she pulled away.
”I can’t do this, Rob.”
“Do what?”
“I- I have a boyfriend…”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that?”
“I can’t feel it…”
“Jazz-“
She turned to look back at him with obvious sadness in her eyes.
”I’ll always love you, Rob but I can’t go back… I came here to tell you that you aren’t this guy you’ve been portraying on television… And for your daughter… I hope you realize that…”
She moved across the small hotel room swiftly before he could stop her, exiting the room a second before his hand grabbed he door. She was gone and that moment of pure happiness was over and now all Rob felt was…
Emptiness…
It’d been over a year since they were together and she was still the woman he loved, still the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and still the woman he could never win back…
The rumors of your demise have been greatly exaggerated…
Am I right, Steve?
After all I’ve spent the last two months telling the whole world I was the guy that ended your career yet here you are, back and better than ever and ready to exact revenge against me.
Funny how you waited until I had that pretty piece of ass Mandi in my clutches, ready to have her head driven into the mat with a Diamond Driver to make your return. I’d figure if you were so upset about our last match you’d come back as soon as you were medically cleared as opposed to waiting until it made the biggest impact on National television…
But hey, that’s why you’re the Face of the Franchise and I’m just the highest paid contracted talent in IWF.
I was never good at making those shocking returns right when it suited my “character” the most because unlike you I actually love this fucking sport we participate in. Professional wrestling for me isn’t just a spring board to whatever vanity project I have lined up, that was always you, using your stardom as a negotiation tactic for whatever shitty movie you were about to spend six months of your career filming.
I guess I can’t argue with success…
I mean if you consider what you’ve been able to accomplish in IWF a success…
Which is absolutely nothing, for those of us keeping count
Maybe I didn’t end your career like I wanted to but I also didn’t sit back at home and watch from my couch as my friends were tortured and beaten down, biding my time until it suited me best to make my return. NO! I beat you at Night of the Immortals and then I continued to show up week after week, challenging my best friends baby boy to a match where I also obliterated him! Making goddamn sure the entire world knew exactly who and what I am.
THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
You call yourself the Face of the Franchise but the face hasn’t been here! The Face hasn’t been defending his friends! Defending his honor! Or defending his woman! You’ve been hiding at home! Sitting on your ass and waiting for that moment when it would do the most for your career to step back into an IWF arena!
You’re a glory whore!
A self important piece of shit!
You don’t care about Jayson Matthews! You don’t even care about Mandi! All you care about is yourself and how you can turn any situation into an advantage for yourself! Ever since your first World title run way back in NCW you’ve become a self absorbed asshole! You don’t wrestle for the fans, hell you don’t even really wrestle for yourself, you wrestle for your BRAND! The second Steve Awesome starts fading from a B list actor to a C list actor you suddenly make your return to challenge whoever the top bad guy in the world is!
Well Steve, I’ve got really bad news for you. You aren’t just going to walk back into MY company and stake your claim to MY spot and become the top guy! I’ve been here since day one! The only time I’ve missed has been from legitimate injuries! The second I’ve been cleared to wrestle I returned and continued to wrestle at the best of my abilities and continued to beat damn near everyone I stepped in the ring with!
FUCK MY BRAND!
FUCK WHAT COMES NEXT!
I get inside that ring because that is what I was put on this earth to do!
And hell yeah I sold out to Roberto Verona and Laura Howlett, hell yeah I was tired of seeing pieces of shit like yourself get the top billing over people who actually deserved it! Hell yeah I was tired of making petty cash compared to your six figure salary for wrestling twice a year!
I made a fucking deal that assured I would get paid, I sided up with someone who had my best interests at heart, I joined the House of Howlett and I have never been more successful! This group, the people around me, the very same who beat your fucking ass when the lights when out at Night of the Immortals, we may not be friends but we damn sure are all agreed on one thing.
We run IWF.
Look around yourself, no one is clamoring to join the side of Steve Awesome as he stands in front of the nuclear fucking bomb that is the House of Howlett. You’re a man on an island, completely by yourself, even your #fluffer Jayson Matthews is nowhere to be seen because he’s so fucking embarrassed by how worthless he is.
You challenged me to an empty arena match, thinking you can divide and conquer the House of Howlett but let me tell you something Steve. Whether we are together or alone we are still the best wrestlers in the history of professional wrestling. There will never be another Spike Kane! Cable Arcane! Zasshu! Or Rob Diamond! But there will always be another pompous piece of shit like Steve Awesome! There will always be another arrogant asshole who thinks he’s bigger than the sport who made him!
The only thing you assured by challenging me to an empty arena match is your own damn funeral.
Forget about a table and concrete, I’m going to Diamond Drive you from the top of the goddamn arena straight into the pavement outside of the arena!
I’m going to end your career!!!!
I fucking promise you that Steve.
You have no fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into. This isn’t just some fucking match for me, this isn’t just about proving who is the better “friend” this is about me taking a man who has done nothing but shit all over the business that made him and putting him permanently on the injured list.
I want you gone from IWF.
Hell, I want you dead.
You made your triumphant return at my expense but that is the last time you use me to put yourself over, Steve.
That was the last time you stand victorious over me.
I’m not just going to try and end your career, this time? I’m going to try and end your goddamn life.
SUCK IT!
Well howdy there pardner.