Post by Rob Diamond on Nov 18, 2009 18:06:52 GMT -6
I had an epiphany the other day. I was sitting around, looking up the topless pics of Megan Fox from that terrible movie "Jennifer's Body" which I'm totally buying when it comes out, and it just sort of occurred to me.
Your all jealous.
I mean, you have to be. You root for Seth Evans against all odds, against all logic, you make your pretty little signs and call him your hero or your god and mean while you treat me like a dirty piece of toilet paper. At first I thought you were all just idiots, I mean you have to be to call wrestling "sports entertainment" and to cheer for a guy who knows as many wrestling moves as a brick, but your not just dumb or ignorant, your jealous. Lets be real for a second if we can, I say whatever I want, I do whatever I want, I don't take orders and I sure as all don't respect authority, my attitude and my heart is unmatched save for a select few and it's exactly that which won me the X-Division Title.
You wish you could be me.
You wish you could do what I do, say what I say and get away with it. Who wouldn't want to look their boss in the face and call his daughter a whore, or stare down a legend and spit in his face? Who wouldn't want to call out their numero uno enemy and just kick him straight in the balls, and honestly, who has never wanted to just tell a black guy how they really feel about him? I do these things all the time, and I do them right in front of you because I am who you wanna be. You spend your days working your nine to five job, sweating and grunting like a herd of pigs all the while just scraping by because you've been lulled into thinking your not good enough to be whatever you want to be. This country has lied to you, raised you to think respect and quiet perseverance will win out in the end.
Sound like anyone you know Seth?
The fans cheer for you because you represent what they are, unwilling or unable to take that which they most desire. Be it a woman, a car, a better paying job, my title, whatever. They hate me because I don't care what I have to do to get what I want, I just take it. You wish you could be like that Seth, you wish you had balls big enough to just grab the fruit off the tree and laugh in god's face...
Smurf the consequences.
Unfortunately your not, your just you and the fans are just them. Your complacent and content in your complacency. You lack the faith of your convictions, knowing that while you scream "CHEATER" at me you wish you could be what I am. Thats why no matter what you do, what threats you make, I will always be one step ahead of you Seth, while your taking your time to get to the top, I'm throwing people off the ladder. I don't wait to be handed what I want, I don't wait to get what I deserve and I don't respect people who expect a hand out. Sunday Night, the fans in the crowd, the people at home, their going to watch their hero fail for the last time and I will give them something to remember...
Good guys finish last.
Call me what you will, bad guy, villain, heel, a$$hole, smurf, it really doesn't matter to me anymore, just as long as you call me,
X-Division Champion.
( It's a beautiful fall day somewhere in Connecticut. All the leafs have come down and despite how cold it should be, it isn't all that cold at all. I think the Liberals call it climate change, or global warming, or whatever the PC term of the week is. Regardless, before us Rob Diamond and Jenny Bean walk hand in hand on a gravel path in between a row of trees and a pond. Jenny's head rests on Rob's shoulder as they stroll through this park. )
Jenny: And thats when I went through the table?
Rob: Yup, you got knocked out on the apron and Camilla drop kicked you and sent you through a table.
Jenny: Wow, I can't believe I don't remember a thing.
Rob: I can't believe your not more upset about all this.
( They stop, Jenny pulls her head away and looks into Rob's eyes. )
Jenny: You know, I want to be upset, I really do, but then I look at you and you give me that crooked smile of yours, everything else just goes away.
( Jenny plants a quick kiss on Rob's lips. )
Jenny: But I've been thinking about something.
Rob: Oh yeah, whats that?
Jenny: I want you to teach me how to wrestle.
( They had started walking again, but Rob stops and gets a super serious look on his face. )
Rob: Are you kidding, after what happened?
Jenny: Whats wrong, afraid your gonna get your butt kicked by a girl?
Rob: No, I'm not afraid of Seth Evans at all.
( The two of them start to laugh as she jabs Rob in the shoulder. They start walking again. )
Jenny: Seriously?
Rob: Anything you want.
( The two of them continue on down the path, hand in hand. )
Jenny: How do you do it Rob?
Rob: What?
Jenny: How do go out there, do what you do, and not let what people say bother you?
Rob: It does bother me, but the thing is, I don't do it for them. I do it for me. Some people, they wanna stand up and represent the little guy, they want to be that icon everyone can look to for advice, they all want to be Jesus Christ and justify their careers as some sort of sacrifice. Sacrificing who they are, who they could be for the enjoyment of the fans. I don't. I don't think I'm some messiah or God's gift to the wrestling world, I'm just me. I don't stand up because I want people to be like me or fight the good fight, I fight for what I want because I want it...
The American Dream came true and your looking at it.
( Jenny stops Rob in his tracks and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. It lasts several seconds before they both slowly pull back and look into each other's eyes. )
Jenny: Whatever you say dream boat, lets get outta here.
( They turn their backs to the camera, Jenny leaning up against Rob as they go and he pulling her in closer to his body. The two of them walk toward the setting sun as the camera fades to black on this fall day. )
Thats the whole point Seth. You can tell me all day long your going to bash my face with this and break my back with that and make me bleed my crimson red life force all over that arena, but you don't mean it. You can't do it. As mad as I may make you, as pissed as you are that I hold this title, you just can't live up to your own hype. Not since the day you put on the tights Seth. And the thing is, you've admitted it. You told me flat out that you used to have an ego and you used to have the run of some back water indy promotion. Then you stepped into the majors and lost left and right. Then you ran away from the hardcore haven, seeking to avoid yet another xtreme bout with bankruptcy, and you joined the ranks of nCw where you've just barely managed a handful of wins...
and losses.
I don't sugar coat it, I don't pretend and I never have excuses, I'm not you Seth. I don't need to constantly remind the people at home how I lost some match from a month ago. Do you hear me whining? Do you see me crying? No. I move on, I learn from my mistake and I get better. But you, your frozen in time, bewildered as to how Rob Diamond just walked out of the ring with the X-Division title. You watch that match and you see yourself doing everything by the book, respecting the fans, putting on a good match, doing your best to win without causing any serious injuries and it just baffles you when I'm awarded my title. It doesn't compute so you do the obvious thing, you complain, you moan, you whine and finally management breaks down and gives you what you want.
A second chance.
But this time you figure you'll play it smart, play by my rules, that way it's all even, it's all fair, and there really will be no excuses, completely ignoring the fact that
I never had any to begin with.
You think because there are no rules you have a better chance of beating me? This isn't going to be a wrestling match junior, we aren't fighting for respect or pride or any of that other garbage. I'm fighting for my own survival, for my title. I'm not afraid, I didn't pitch a fit when you made the challenge, I accepted. No rules will not change the out come, only the way we get to it. And Sunday night your going to find yourself once again trying to figure out why I was just awarded my X-Division Championship, looking for a reason or an excuse as to why you just weren't good enough.
Don't you wish you were me?
Your all jealous.
I mean, you have to be. You root for Seth Evans against all odds, against all logic, you make your pretty little signs and call him your hero or your god and mean while you treat me like a dirty piece of toilet paper. At first I thought you were all just idiots, I mean you have to be to call wrestling "sports entertainment" and to cheer for a guy who knows as many wrestling moves as a brick, but your not just dumb or ignorant, your jealous. Lets be real for a second if we can, I say whatever I want, I do whatever I want, I don't take orders and I sure as all don't respect authority, my attitude and my heart is unmatched save for a select few and it's exactly that which won me the X-Division Title.
You wish you could be me.
I see the way you look at me
You envy me and it's killing you,
And you know it makes me smile when I look in the mirror
Thinkin' how good it is to be king
You envy me and it's killing you,
And you know it makes me smile when I look in the mirror
Thinkin' how good it is to be king
You wish you could do what I do, say what I say and get away with it. Who wouldn't want to look their boss in the face and call his daughter a whore, or stare down a legend and spit in his face? Who wouldn't want to call out their numero uno enemy and just kick him straight in the balls, and honestly, who has never wanted to just tell a black guy how they really feel about him? I do these things all the time, and I do them right in front of you because I am who you wanna be. You spend your days working your nine to five job, sweating and grunting like a herd of pigs all the while just scraping by because you've been lulled into thinking your not good enough to be whatever you want to be. This country has lied to you, raised you to think respect and quiet perseverance will win out in the end.
Sound like anyone you know Seth?
The fans cheer for you because you represent what they are, unwilling or unable to take that which they most desire. Be it a woman, a car, a better paying job, my title, whatever. They hate me because I don't care what I have to do to get what I want, I just take it. You wish you could be like that Seth, you wish you had balls big enough to just grab the fruit off the tree and laugh in god's face...
Smurf the consequences.
Too soon, you'll be a memory
There for all to see, just illusion
And sometimes it makes me laugh when
I see your reaction
Knowing that I've become mighty
There for all to see, just illusion
And sometimes it makes me laugh when
I see your reaction
Knowing that I've become mighty
Unfortunately your not, your just you and the fans are just them. Your complacent and content in your complacency. You lack the faith of your convictions, knowing that while you scream "CHEATER" at me you wish you could be what I am. Thats why no matter what you do, what threats you make, I will always be one step ahead of you Seth, while your taking your time to get to the top, I'm throwing people off the ladder. I don't wait to be handed what I want, I don't wait to get what I deserve and I don't respect people who expect a hand out. Sunday Night, the fans in the crowd, the people at home, their going to watch their hero fail for the last time and I will give them something to remember...
Good guys finish last.
Call me what you will, bad guy, villain, heel, a$$hole, smurf, it really doesn't matter to me anymore, just as long as you call me,
X-Division Champion.
( It's a beautiful fall day somewhere in Connecticut. All the leafs have come down and despite how cold it should be, it isn't all that cold at all. I think the Liberals call it climate change, or global warming, or whatever the PC term of the week is. Regardless, before us Rob Diamond and Jenny Bean walk hand in hand on a gravel path in between a row of trees and a pond. Jenny's head rests on Rob's shoulder as they stroll through this park. )
Jenny: And thats when I went through the table?
Rob: Yup, you got knocked out on the apron and Camilla drop kicked you and sent you through a table.
Jenny: Wow, I can't believe I don't remember a thing.
Rob: I can't believe your not more upset about all this.
( They stop, Jenny pulls her head away and looks into Rob's eyes. )
Jenny: You know, I want to be upset, I really do, but then I look at you and you give me that crooked smile of yours, everything else just goes away.
( Jenny plants a quick kiss on Rob's lips. )
Jenny: But I've been thinking about something.
Rob: Oh yeah, whats that?
Jenny: I want you to teach me how to wrestle.
( They had started walking again, but Rob stops and gets a super serious look on his face. )
Rob: Are you kidding, after what happened?
Jenny: Whats wrong, afraid your gonna get your butt kicked by a girl?
Rob: No, I'm not afraid of Seth Evans at all.
( The two of them start to laugh as she jabs Rob in the shoulder. They start walking again. )
Jenny: Seriously?
Rob: Anything you want.
( The two of them continue on down the path, hand in hand. )
Jenny: How do you do it Rob?
Rob: What?
Jenny: How do go out there, do what you do, and not let what people say bother you?
Rob: It does bother me, but the thing is, I don't do it for them. I do it for me. Some people, they wanna stand up and represent the little guy, they want to be that icon everyone can look to for advice, they all want to be Jesus Christ and justify their careers as some sort of sacrifice. Sacrificing who they are, who they could be for the enjoyment of the fans. I don't. I don't think I'm some messiah or God's gift to the wrestling world, I'm just me. I don't stand up because I want people to be like me or fight the good fight, I fight for what I want because I want it...
The American Dream came true and your looking at it.
( Jenny stops Rob in his tracks and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. It lasts several seconds before they both slowly pull back and look into each other's eyes. )
Jenny: Whatever you say dream boat, lets get outta here.
( They turn their backs to the camera, Jenny leaning up against Rob as they go and he pulling her in closer to his body. The two of them walk toward the setting sun as the camera fades to black on this fall day. )
Thats the whole point Seth. You can tell me all day long your going to bash my face with this and break my back with that and make me bleed my crimson red life force all over that arena, but you don't mean it. You can't do it. As mad as I may make you, as pissed as you are that I hold this title, you just can't live up to your own hype. Not since the day you put on the tights Seth. And the thing is, you've admitted it. You told me flat out that you used to have an ego and you used to have the run of some back water indy promotion. Then you stepped into the majors and lost left and right. Then you ran away from the hardcore haven, seeking to avoid yet another xtreme bout with bankruptcy, and you joined the ranks of nCw where you've just barely managed a handful of wins...
and losses.
I don't sugar coat it, I don't pretend and I never have excuses, I'm not you Seth. I don't need to constantly remind the people at home how I lost some match from a month ago. Do you hear me whining? Do you see me crying? No. I move on, I learn from my mistake and I get better. But you, your frozen in time, bewildered as to how Rob Diamond just walked out of the ring with the X-Division title. You watch that match and you see yourself doing everything by the book, respecting the fans, putting on a good match, doing your best to win without causing any serious injuries and it just baffles you when I'm awarded my title. It doesn't compute so you do the obvious thing, you complain, you moan, you whine and finally management breaks down and gives you what you want.
A second chance.
But this time you figure you'll play it smart, play by my rules, that way it's all even, it's all fair, and there really will be no excuses, completely ignoring the fact that
I never had any to begin with.
You think because there are no rules you have a better chance of beating me? This isn't going to be a wrestling match junior, we aren't fighting for respect or pride or any of that other garbage. I'm fighting for my own survival, for my title. I'm not afraid, I didn't pitch a fit when you made the challenge, I accepted. No rules will not change the out come, only the way we get to it. And Sunday night your going to find yourself once again trying to figure out why I was just awarded my X-Division Championship, looking for a reason or an excuse as to why you just weren't good enough.
Don't you wish you were me?
And don't you wish you were me?
The King of all you see
Don't you wish you were me?
It ain't that easy
Don't think you'll ever be,
Everything a man should be
Cause Don't you wish you were me?
Keep dreamin', you'll never be me
The King of all you see
Don't you wish you were me?
It ain't that easy
Don't think you'll ever be,
Everything a man should be
Cause Don't you wish you were me?
Keep dreamin', you'll never be me
