Post by Rob Diamond on Nov 21, 2009 8:51:43 GMT -6
( The sound of paper being folded and tape being torn can be heard as we fade in to the hotel of Rob Diamond. He stands at the counter of the breakfast nook, t-shirt, jeans, shoes. Behind him is the ever lovely and recently mind wiped, Jenny Bean, she too is wearing clothes, a blue tank top with jeans, her dark hair is pulled back in a pony tail as she comes up behind Rob and looks over his shoulder. )
Jenny: Hey Rob, whatchaya doing?
Rob: Just mailing a little something to the guys in production.
Jenny: What?
Rob: I'm sending them Seth Evans' first promo.
Jenny: Oh... Why?
( Rob turns around, the sealed envelope with the cd inside in his hand. )
Rob: I figure his second promo will basically be the same tired tripe as his first promo, ergo his third promo will be the same rehashed crap as his second promo, therefor if I send the first promo to the guys in production they can add some bells, whistles, maybe some shiny crap, a cool score and hell maybe even a Micheal Bay like opening scene, that way when I watch him say the same thing he's already said to me it'll feel like something brand new.
Jenny: You mean like "The Transporter 3?"
Rob: You can remember that movie?
Jenny: How could I forget it, it was awful. A 90 minute movie where nothing happens that makes any sense.
Rob: Basically the same thing as the first two... Huh, nice analogy
Jenny: Yeah well, Seth Evans isn't exactly the most original guy in the world. How many promos can he cut from a dark room where he says he respects people and plans on winning?
Rob: Apparently all of them. I wonder if that works...
( Cut scene to Rob in a dark room, his face masked in the darkness, like that one scene in Return of the Jedi where Luke is hiding from Vader before he says the thing about his sister. )
Rob: I'm gonna win because your gonna lose and don't I look super bad ass in this dark lit room imagining what it's going to feel like when I win, because I'm gonna win, did I mention I was gonna win yet because I am, and your not, because.... uhh... RESPECT!
( And cut scene back to Rob and Jenny in the hotel room. )
Jenny: It was good, but where was the heart? Where was the soul? WHERE WAS THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!?
Rob: Oh crap.
( Cut scene back to Rob in the dark room. )
Rob: MY MOM DIED!!!!!! WHA!!!!!!!!!!WHA!!!!!!!
( And back to the hotel. )
Jenny: Much better.
Rob: Why thank you, I think I really made that character dome to life.
Jenny: I'll tell you this, if you were Seth Evans, he'd at least be entertaining to listen to.
Rob: Yeah, but if I was him, then I'd live in Canada, and we all know I'd kill myself before I lived in that Liberal Hell Hole.
Jenny: Touche.
( Jenny smiles and plants one on his cheek. )
Jenny: Come on Sir Cares-Allot, we've got some training to do, I even went out and picked up a sexy wrestling singlet for our training session.
( He raises his eyebrows. )
Rob: Really, cause I figured we'd do it in the nude?
Jenny: Who knows, things do go wrong in the ring sometimes... or right.
( Ms. Bean heads into the bedroom and Rob just gets a devilish grin on his face as the scene cuts away. )
I know how this game is played with you Seth.
Talking points.
Like any good moron you think you can come out here, talk to the people, repeat the same old same old and they'll just listen to your every word like a bunch of drolling Neanderthals. Democrats are all the same, they never have to prove anything, they don't think they have to. They went to an ivy league school that their parents paid for and graduated with honors, meaning,
they know whats best for us.
You think you know whats best too, don't you? You think because of who you are, what you represent, that it is a forgone conclusion that you should hold my title. You think your the only one who deserves it because your the champion the fans deserve. Your Hope and Change but the one thing you forget to tell these people about yourself is you don't feel you should have to work for it.
You just want it and it should be yours.
Thats why you cried when I won, thats why you whined when I mocked you, and that's why even now, just 24 hours from our rematch you can't seem to muster the emotion to just tell me to shut the smurf up. You don't have any emotion, you don't have any heart because you didn't work for what you wanted. It's owed to you. Thats all you see. You don't even consider what I've done to get to where I am, who I've beaten. All you see is a man you think is ignorant, a man you think is below you, a man you think is undeserving. You've judged me in spite of everything I am and all I've done. I defeated Chris Brock in my first title defense, then was kind enough to give him a second shot a week later with Xavier Williams...
Where are they now?
One month later, Jimmy Zane fought his way past you and earned himself a shot against me at Battlegrounds. He fought hard, harder than allot of people gave him credit for. And for a split second there he almost had the win but let me ask you Evans...
Where is he now?
I broke him leading into that match, I found his weakness and I chipped away at it until his spirit crumbled. Just like Xavier Williams. Just like Chris Brock. I'm not the X-Division Champion because of a well placed boot to the nut sack, I'm the X-Division Champion because no one can match my desire. No one can muster the strength to put me down. Your making their same mistakes Evans, your making their same claims. All you see is what I've done to you and that will be your downfall because you don't even seem to be mad about it, like you don't even care as long as you get your rematch. It's almost like you recognize the fact you don't deserve to be here. It's almost like you know exactly how worthless you are. The thing is Evans, I'm not going down. Not tomorrow night. Not to you. Look around you kid, this is the big leagues, this is New Championship Wrestling. Your not fighting in bingo halls or high schools, your not fighting in the Xtreme Bankrupt Federation. You need more than your words to succeed here because your standing among the elite of the wrestling world. The best there are today and you stand there running your gums about respect, pride, honor when you don't know a damn thing about Heart. Your cold Evans, like a robot, and all you know how to say is what you've been programmed to say. Your moral code has been implanted in you, your heart is but a machine to pump your blood, you don't really know what it means to fight for what you believe in because no one has ever really put your beliefs to the test. Your but a Tin Man looking for a piece of gold to fill that hole in your chest.
Thats why I don't respect you.
You don't have a personality of your own, your a blank slate and the world projects who they want you to be. Your facing the villain so you have to be the hero, you have to be the better man. But I'm going to tell you something Evans, playing the part is not going to get you the victory. No rules, Evans, means I'm going to get to do everything and anything I want to you. And you don't even realize it. You think it means your freed up to be who you are, but your going to realize in that instant, when your holding a steel chair over my head and the crowd is screaming your name, you don't know who you are or what you want, all you know is how to listen to them like a good puppet. You'll realize everything I've said about you is right and thats when you'll either have to
Cut the strings
Or I'll strangle you with them.
Jenny: Hey Rob, whatchaya doing?
Rob: Just mailing a little something to the guys in production.
Jenny: What?
Rob: I'm sending them Seth Evans' first promo.
Jenny: Oh... Why?
( Rob turns around, the sealed envelope with the cd inside in his hand. )
Rob: I figure his second promo will basically be the same tired tripe as his first promo, ergo his third promo will be the same rehashed crap as his second promo, therefor if I send the first promo to the guys in production they can add some bells, whistles, maybe some shiny crap, a cool score and hell maybe even a Micheal Bay like opening scene, that way when I watch him say the same thing he's already said to me it'll feel like something brand new.
Jenny: You mean like "The Transporter 3?"
Rob: You can remember that movie?
Jenny: How could I forget it, it was awful. A 90 minute movie where nothing happens that makes any sense.
Rob: Basically the same thing as the first two... Huh, nice analogy
Jenny: Yeah well, Seth Evans isn't exactly the most original guy in the world. How many promos can he cut from a dark room where he says he respects people and plans on winning?
Rob: Apparently all of them. I wonder if that works...
( Cut scene to Rob in a dark room, his face masked in the darkness, like that one scene in Return of the Jedi where Luke is hiding from Vader before he says the thing about his sister. )
Rob: I'm gonna win because your gonna lose and don't I look super bad ass in this dark lit room imagining what it's going to feel like when I win, because I'm gonna win, did I mention I was gonna win yet because I am, and your not, because.... uhh... RESPECT!
( And cut scene back to Rob and Jenny in the hotel room. )
Jenny: It was good, but where was the heart? Where was the soul? WHERE WAS THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!?
Rob: Oh crap.
( Cut scene back to Rob in the dark room. )
Rob: MY MOM DIED!!!!!! WHA!!!!!!!!!!WHA!!!!!!!
( And back to the hotel. )
Jenny: Much better.
Rob: Why thank you, I think I really made that character dome to life.
Jenny: I'll tell you this, if you were Seth Evans, he'd at least be entertaining to listen to.
Rob: Yeah, but if I was him, then I'd live in Canada, and we all know I'd kill myself before I lived in that Liberal Hell Hole.
Jenny: Touche.
( Jenny smiles and plants one on his cheek. )
Jenny: Come on Sir Cares-Allot, we've got some training to do, I even went out and picked up a sexy wrestling singlet for our training session.
( He raises his eyebrows. )
Rob: Really, cause I figured we'd do it in the nude?
Jenny: Who knows, things do go wrong in the ring sometimes... or right.
( Ms. Bean heads into the bedroom and Rob just gets a devilish grin on his face as the scene cuts away. )
Somewhere between an excuse and a lie,
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
You found something that you believe.
So proud, I guess I can't imagine why,
Three cheers for what we used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
I know how this game is played with you Seth.
Talking points.
Like any good moron you think you can come out here, talk to the people, repeat the same old same old and they'll just listen to your every word like a bunch of drolling Neanderthals. Democrats are all the same, they never have to prove anything, they don't think they have to. They went to an ivy league school that their parents paid for and graduated with honors, meaning,
they know whats best for us.
You think you know whats best too, don't you? You think because of who you are, what you represent, that it is a forgone conclusion that you should hold my title. You think your the only one who deserves it because your the champion the fans deserve. Your Hope and Change but the one thing you forget to tell these people about yourself is you don't feel you should have to work for it.
You just want it and it should be yours.
Thats why you cried when I won, thats why you whined when I mocked you, and that's why even now, just 24 hours from our rematch you can't seem to muster the emotion to just tell me to shut the smurf up. You don't have any emotion, you don't have any heart because you didn't work for what you wanted. It's owed to you. Thats all you see. You don't even consider what I've done to get to where I am, who I've beaten. All you see is a man you think is ignorant, a man you think is below you, a man you think is undeserving. You've judged me in spite of everything I am and all I've done. I defeated Chris Brock in my first title defense, then was kind enough to give him a second shot a week later with Xavier Williams...
Where are they now?
One month later, Jimmy Zane fought his way past you and earned himself a shot against me at Battlegrounds. He fought hard, harder than allot of people gave him credit for. And for a split second there he almost had the win but let me ask you Evans...
Where is he now?
I broke him leading into that match, I found his weakness and I chipped away at it until his spirit crumbled. Just like Xavier Williams. Just like Chris Brock. I'm not the X-Division Champion because of a well placed boot to the nut sack, I'm the X-Division Champion because no one can match my desire. No one can muster the strength to put me down. Your making their same mistakes Evans, your making their same claims. All you see is what I've done to you and that will be your downfall because you don't even seem to be mad about it, like you don't even care as long as you get your rematch. It's almost like you recognize the fact you don't deserve to be here. It's almost like you know exactly how worthless you are. The thing is Evans, I'm not going down. Not tomorrow night. Not to you. Look around you kid, this is the big leagues, this is New Championship Wrestling. Your not fighting in bingo halls or high schools, your not fighting in the Xtreme Bankrupt Federation. You need more than your words to succeed here because your standing among the elite of the wrestling world. The best there are today and you stand there running your gums about respect, pride, honor when you don't know a damn thing about Heart. Your cold Evans, like a robot, and all you know how to say is what you've been programmed to say. Your moral code has been implanted in you, your heart is but a machine to pump your blood, you don't really know what it means to fight for what you believe in because no one has ever really put your beliefs to the test. Your but a Tin Man looking for a piece of gold to fill that hole in your chest.
Thats why I don't respect you.
You don't have a personality of your own, your a blank slate and the world projects who they want you to be. Your facing the villain so you have to be the hero, you have to be the better man. But I'm going to tell you something Evans, playing the part is not going to get you the victory. No rules, Evans, means I'm going to get to do everything and anything I want to you. And you don't even realize it. You think it means your freed up to be who you are, but your going to realize in that instant, when your holding a steel chair over my head and the crowd is screaming your name, you don't know who you are or what you want, all you know is how to listen to them like a good puppet. You'll realize everything I've said about you is right and thats when you'll either have to
Cut the strings
Or I'll strangle you with them.
Sleep walking the mine field
**** talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
[/i][/b][/color]**** talking, it crumbles around you.
It comes back around.
Somewhere between delusion and denial,
You'll drown in your own sympathy.
Profound, at least you thought so at the time,
A ghost of who you used to be.
Pathetic. Wasted. Soulless. Compromised.
