Post by Maniac on Jul 8, 2010 17:48:44 GMT -6
Diamond Cam: Rob Diamond
Respect…
It’s the one thing every wrestler wants whether he admits it or not. And yeah, I’d like some too. It’d be nice for the higher ups to look down from their tower every now and then and see what I’ve done and be like…
“That a boy.”
You know?
I mean is it so much to ask to just be appreciated?
I guess it is, because I tried being respectful once. I tried playing by the rules. I tried being the good little puppy with a sweet ass bite and do you know where it got me Kyle?
Fired.
Nobody wanted to see another version of you. Nobody wanted another toothy grin, green ass rook running around the ring like a princess. Nobody wanted to see me. And it burned me up Kyle. I mean, what do you think I did, got fired on purpose? Do you think I intentionally wanted out of nCw?
Your crazier than I thought then.
I don’t like to make my life harder. I don’t like always having to climb up a steep ass hill and I certainly don’t like the entire world knowing me for kicking a bunch of losers in the balls. I like to wrestle, to win, to get some titles and the money and women that comes with them, like anyone else my age, doing what I do. The thing is Kyle, no matter how hard I try…
Everyone still looks away.
They look at the glittery vampire and his latino girl friend or the masked voyeur, Ampersand, they point and scream and cheer for former members of the brat pack who have yet to defeat one real “name” in this company. They cheer choke artists like Jacobsen and ****ing clowns like Freakke. They look at the god dam soap opera that is Adam/Kelly and they ****ing get all teary eyed and watch with baited breath…
They see you and your spectacle Kyle, your song and dance, your little teen drama queen love affair and they just fall for it…
How can I respect that?
How can I sit back silently and say nothing?
When I’m in that ring, when I’m breaking my balls, when I’m going all out, one hundred and ten percent each and every match, keeping it in the ring like a true wrestler and I get **** ON! How can I respect that?
You see Kyle, you’ve made one mistake in your psych evaluation about me and it’s I don’t take a step back on purpose, I get knocked out of the way by washed up has beens and yesterdays news who don’t realize they are not the world champion anymore! Everytime I start to make my drive Steve Awesome bangs some chick or Adam and Kelly have some fight or Burns decides now is the time to not suck or the Hollands come back or Spike Kane sucks someone’s dick and gets his job back or Lance god dam Ryan decides to step it up and try again… EVERYTIME KYLE!
Everytime.
And I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of the pandering.
I’m sick of the drama.
I’m sick of everyone prancing around like actors on a show living out some stupid ass adventure.
Mostly.
I’m just sick of people like you telling me who I’m supposed to be.
July 28th, 2002, Fargo, North Dakota.
( The fans in the Fargodome go absolutely crazy as Maniac aka Chris Diamond makes his entrance to the ring. Tonight is the night of PWW’s Bash on the Prairie and Maniac is re-matching Abraxas for the the PWW World Heavy Weight Championship. Maniac steps in the ring and waits for his opponent but we don’t stay focused there, the shot turns and scans the crowd, spotting the personal box of Agent Orange, owner of PWW, we zoom in to find a rather anxious and excited 16 year old Rob Diamond. )
Rob: KICK HIS ASS CHRIS!!!!
( Abraxas’ music begins to play as Rob hops up and down in his seat. )
Rob: SHOW THAT TAKER WANNABE WHAT BEING THE CHAMP IS ALL ABOUT!
( The other people in the booth, mostly personal assistants and family of Agent Orange shake their heads as the young Diamond pounds his fists together before slugging a soda. )
Falcon: It’s going to be a good match, Chris wants that belt back bad.
( Rob looks over as Falcon takes the seat next to him. )
Rob: Uhh… Hi… Your Falcon right?
Falcon: You can call me Kyle.
Rob: Really?
Falcon: Why not?
( Rob looks even more excited now, at the time Falcon was a rising star in PWW, on the fast track to one of many World Cruiser Weight title reigns. )
Falcon: So… When are you going to get in the ring and out shine your brother?
Rob: Me? Wrestle? That’s funny.
Falcon: Why is it funny?
Rob: Chris would never let me wrestle.
Falcon: Why is that?
Rob: He’s says “no” every time I asked him.
Falcon: That’s a shame.
Rob: Why?
Falcon: Because I see the same hunger in your eyes that I see in his and if you have even a tenth the talent Chris has you could be World Champion before your 25.
( Rob’s eyes just light up. )
Rob: You think so?
Falcon: Yeah.
Rob: Wow… But… If Chris won’t teach me, who will?
( Falcon puts his hand on Rob’s shoulder. )
Falcon: Why don’t you swing by the Social Enemy gym one day and I’ll show you a few moves?
Rob: Your kidding?
Falcon: I never kid.
Rob: AWESOME!!!! Thanks Fal… Kyle.
( Rob gives Falcon a huge hug and Falcon just lightly taps him on the back. )
Falcon: Hey, your Chris’ little brother, that makes you family to me.
Diamond Cam: Rob Diamond
Do you remember that night Kyle, because I do? You see, I always wanted to do whatever Chris was doing. I had little brother syndrome. He went out for football, I went out for football. He went out for track, I went out for track. But the thing is, everything he was good at, I was terrible at…
And then there was wrestling…
A sport I had watched growing up, dressing up like my favorite wrestler every Halloween, pretend wrestling my friends in the back yard… When Chris got into wrestling it was like… Like a dream come true… And then he wouldn’t teach me… And do you know what his reasons were? Why he wouldn’t teach his little brother how to wrestle?
“Your too weak.”
That’s what he told me Kyle. And I believed him.
That is until I met you. You told me exactly what I wanted to hear. You filled my heart with hope, you made me want to run out to that ring and give it my all, training be damned. You Kyle, are the reason I never gave up on my dream…
July, 28th, 2002, Somewhere outside of Fargo.
( A black 2002 Impala flew down the road as we fade into the interior. Chris drove, a huge smile on his face as he just became a 3 time World Champion. His little brother Rob sat next to him, the big golden belt on his lap. Rob had been staring at that belt ever since Chris came backstage with it. )
Chris: I’m going to need that back eventually.
Rob: Over my dead body.
( Chris lightly elbowed his brother who gave him one back in return. )
Rob: This is so cool.
Chris: Yeah, I know.
Rob: I met your friend Kyle.
Chris: Oh yeah, what’d you guys talk about?
Rob: He told me… I could be a wrestler…
( Chris looked over at his brother and laughed. )
Chris: Yeah, right, I bet you could. What are you going to do, bore them to death with your comic books or something? Look out, it’s Rob “the super douche” Taylor. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Rob: **** you.
( Chris’ eyes locked on his brother. )
Chris: What’d you say?
Rob: **** YOU! I’m so sick of you always making fun of me. I could be a wrestler. I could be World Champion. Hell, I could be twice the World Champion you are, and I wouldn’t have to wear a mask or have some stupid ass name like “Maniac” to get over either!
( Chris cold cocked his brother which in turn sent his head into the glass window of the passenger door. Rob’s head only bounced off the glass. Rob turned and grabbed the wheel of the car and pulled it right, slamming the car into a “Jersey” barrier before Chris slammed on the brakes. )
Chris: ARE YOU CRAZY!?
( Rob threw one right hook and nailed his brother in the mouth and it was the last thing Rob remembers about that night, because the next morning he woke up alone in Chris’ hotel room with an ice pack on his head and a note taped to his chest. )
“Find your own way, tough guy.”
Diamond Cam: Rob Diamond
And I have found my own way, through life and wrestling, and I’m sorry you don’t approve Kyle, I’m sorry you think this is all me show boating for a bunch of brainless zombies in the crowd. It’s not. I come out here and I do what I do because someone needs to say it. Someone needs to stand up and tell the boys at the top that they just aren’t that good anymore. Someone needs to look all the side show acts in the face and slap the paint off. Someone needs to be the guy everyone else can look to and say…
“He’s a real wrestler.”
Love me or hate me, I’m that guy. I don’t have a funny gimmick… anymore. I don’t have a flashy nick name that I hand picked for myself and didn’t earn like “THE PHOENIX” or some other crap. I come out here, I tell you who I am and what I’m about and then I beat your ass. And sometimes I kick a dude in the balls because he deserves it. Take Brock for example, the dude got all up in my business with Xavier Williams, so I ball shotted him. As I recall, you were impressed enough by that to ask me to join your group… Funny how facts change when Falcon deems it so.
The point is Kyle, it’s not about being right or wrong.
It’s not about whether I respect you or don’t.
It’s not about who I am or who you are.
It’s about what we do in that ring. And what I do in that ring is god dam impressive and you know it.
Whether you will admit it or not, your worried Kyle. Your worried that everything you’ve built up these last few months with your list and your stories and your bull**** is going to come crashing down around you when nCw’s white knight fails to vanquish the dragon. I mean, you’ve built this whole aura of importance around our feud, you’ve tried to make it seem like this is a mission of an unbelievable magnitude, acting like a prophet on a milk crate screaming about saving my immortal soul, when all it really is, is me hand picking the man I want to beat to propel me into the main event and you doing everything in your power to bring me down.
Spin the tales of salvation, tell me again how your going to stand in my way and make me into the person you think I am inside… Whatever. All I’m going to say to you is…
Suck it…
And then I’m going to beat you Kyle.
Because the days of you being the top Cock in this Hen House are over.
Learn to love it Kyle, it’ll make it so much easier for both of us.
You can‘t bring me down.
The Here and Now.[/u]
*knock*knock*
( Serenity opens the door to hers and Rob’s apartment, Chris Diamond stands in the door way, totally boiling over with anger. )
Chris: Where. Is. He?
( Serenity looks around and back to Chris. )
Serenity: Not here.
( Chris takes a step in, Serenity backs up. )
Chris: Where. Is. He?
Serenity: Not here Chris, what the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Wrong with me?
( He starts to chuckle. )
Chris: Wrong with me? YOUR KIDDING RIGHT!!!! I’m going to kill him Serenity.
Serenity: And that’s why I can’t tell you where he is.
Chris: Look bitch. I don’t care about the stupid ****ing chess game your playing with Rob and Kyle, I’m here to punch that little ****ing fairy in the mouth and rip his damn head off. So. WHERE IS HE!!!!
( Rob pops out from around the corner. )
Rob: I’m right here asshole. Let’s do this.
( Rob takes off full sprint and goes to spear Chris out the door and this, my friends, is where we fade to black. )
Respect…
It’s the one thing every wrestler wants whether he admits it or not. And yeah, I’d like some too. It’d be nice for the higher ups to look down from their tower every now and then and see what I’ve done and be like…
“That a boy.”
You know?
I mean is it so much to ask to just be appreciated?
I guess it is, because I tried being respectful once. I tried playing by the rules. I tried being the good little puppy with a sweet ass bite and do you know where it got me Kyle?
Fired.
Nobody wanted to see another version of you. Nobody wanted another toothy grin, green ass rook running around the ring like a princess. Nobody wanted to see me. And it burned me up Kyle. I mean, what do you think I did, got fired on purpose? Do you think I intentionally wanted out of nCw?
Your crazier than I thought then.
I don’t like to make my life harder. I don’t like always having to climb up a steep ass hill and I certainly don’t like the entire world knowing me for kicking a bunch of losers in the balls. I like to wrestle, to win, to get some titles and the money and women that comes with them, like anyone else my age, doing what I do. The thing is Kyle, no matter how hard I try…
Everyone still looks away.
They look at the glittery vampire and his latino girl friend or the masked voyeur, Ampersand, they point and scream and cheer for former members of the brat pack who have yet to defeat one real “name” in this company. They cheer choke artists like Jacobsen and ****ing clowns like Freakke. They look at the god dam soap opera that is Adam/Kelly and they ****ing get all teary eyed and watch with baited breath…
They see you and your spectacle Kyle, your song and dance, your little teen drama queen love affair and they just fall for it…
How can I respect that?
How can I sit back silently and say nothing?
When I’m in that ring, when I’m breaking my balls, when I’m going all out, one hundred and ten percent each and every match, keeping it in the ring like a true wrestler and I get **** ON! How can I respect that?
You see Kyle, you’ve made one mistake in your psych evaluation about me and it’s I don’t take a step back on purpose, I get knocked out of the way by washed up has beens and yesterdays news who don’t realize they are not the world champion anymore! Everytime I start to make my drive Steve Awesome bangs some chick or Adam and Kelly have some fight or Burns decides now is the time to not suck or the Hollands come back or Spike Kane sucks someone’s dick and gets his job back or Lance god dam Ryan decides to step it up and try again… EVERYTIME KYLE!
Everytime.
And I’m sick of it.
I’m sick of the pandering.
I’m sick of the drama.
I’m sick of everyone prancing around like actors on a show living out some stupid ass adventure.
Mostly.
I’m just sick of people like you telling me who I’m supposed to be.
July 28th, 2002, Fargo, North Dakota.
( The fans in the Fargodome go absolutely crazy as Maniac aka Chris Diamond makes his entrance to the ring. Tonight is the night of PWW’s Bash on the Prairie and Maniac is re-matching Abraxas for the the PWW World Heavy Weight Championship. Maniac steps in the ring and waits for his opponent but we don’t stay focused there, the shot turns and scans the crowd, spotting the personal box of Agent Orange, owner of PWW, we zoom in to find a rather anxious and excited 16 year old Rob Diamond. )
Rob: KICK HIS ASS CHRIS!!!!
( Abraxas’ music begins to play as Rob hops up and down in his seat. )
Rob: SHOW THAT TAKER WANNABE WHAT BEING THE CHAMP IS ALL ABOUT!
( The other people in the booth, mostly personal assistants and family of Agent Orange shake their heads as the young Diamond pounds his fists together before slugging a soda. )
Falcon: It’s going to be a good match, Chris wants that belt back bad.
( Rob looks over as Falcon takes the seat next to him. )
Rob: Uhh… Hi… Your Falcon right?
Falcon: You can call me Kyle.
Rob: Really?
Falcon: Why not?
( Rob looks even more excited now, at the time Falcon was a rising star in PWW, on the fast track to one of many World Cruiser Weight title reigns. )
Falcon: So… When are you going to get in the ring and out shine your brother?
Rob: Me? Wrestle? That’s funny.
Falcon: Why is it funny?
Rob: Chris would never let me wrestle.
Falcon: Why is that?
Rob: He’s says “no” every time I asked him.
Falcon: That’s a shame.
Rob: Why?
Falcon: Because I see the same hunger in your eyes that I see in his and if you have even a tenth the talent Chris has you could be World Champion before your 25.
( Rob’s eyes just light up. )
Rob: You think so?
Falcon: Yeah.
Rob: Wow… But… If Chris won’t teach me, who will?
( Falcon puts his hand on Rob’s shoulder. )
Falcon: Why don’t you swing by the Social Enemy gym one day and I’ll show you a few moves?
Rob: Your kidding?
Falcon: I never kid.
Rob: AWESOME!!!! Thanks Fal… Kyle.
( Rob gives Falcon a huge hug and Falcon just lightly taps him on the back. )
Falcon: Hey, your Chris’ little brother, that makes you family to me.
Diamond Cam: Rob Diamond
Do you remember that night Kyle, because I do? You see, I always wanted to do whatever Chris was doing. I had little brother syndrome. He went out for football, I went out for football. He went out for track, I went out for track. But the thing is, everything he was good at, I was terrible at…
And then there was wrestling…
A sport I had watched growing up, dressing up like my favorite wrestler every Halloween, pretend wrestling my friends in the back yard… When Chris got into wrestling it was like… Like a dream come true… And then he wouldn’t teach me… And do you know what his reasons were? Why he wouldn’t teach his little brother how to wrestle?
“Your too weak.”
That’s what he told me Kyle. And I believed him.
That is until I met you. You told me exactly what I wanted to hear. You filled my heart with hope, you made me want to run out to that ring and give it my all, training be damned. You Kyle, are the reason I never gave up on my dream…
July, 28th, 2002, Somewhere outside of Fargo.
( A black 2002 Impala flew down the road as we fade into the interior. Chris drove, a huge smile on his face as he just became a 3 time World Champion. His little brother Rob sat next to him, the big golden belt on his lap. Rob had been staring at that belt ever since Chris came backstage with it. )
Chris: I’m going to need that back eventually.
Rob: Over my dead body.
( Chris lightly elbowed his brother who gave him one back in return. )
Rob: This is so cool.
Chris: Yeah, I know.
Rob: I met your friend Kyle.
Chris: Oh yeah, what’d you guys talk about?
Rob: He told me… I could be a wrestler…
( Chris looked over at his brother and laughed. )
Chris: Yeah, right, I bet you could. What are you going to do, bore them to death with your comic books or something? Look out, it’s Rob “the super douche” Taylor. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Rob: **** you.
( Chris’ eyes locked on his brother. )
Chris: What’d you say?
Rob: **** YOU! I’m so sick of you always making fun of me. I could be a wrestler. I could be World Champion. Hell, I could be twice the World Champion you are, and I wouldn’t have to wear a mask or have some stupid ass name like “Maniac” to get over either!
( Chris cold cocked his brother which in turn sent his head into the glass window of the passenger door. Rob’s head only bounced off the glass. Rob turned and grabbed the wheel of the car and pulled it right, slamming the car into a “Jersey” barrier before Chris slammed on the brakes. )
Chris: ARE YOU CRAZY!?
( Rob threw one right hook and nailed his brother in the mouth and it was the last thing Rob remembers about that night, because the next morning he woke up alone in Chris’ hotel room with an ice pack on his head and a note taped to his chest. )
“Find your own way, tough guy.”
Diamond Cam: Rob Diamond
And I have found my own way, through life and wrestling, and I’m sorry you don’t approve Kyle, I’m sorry you think this is all me show boating for a bunch of brainless zombies in the crowd. It’s not. I come out here and I do what I do because someone needs to say it. Someone needs to stand up and tell the boys at the top that they just aren’t that good anymore. Someone needs to look all the side show acts in the face and slap the paint off. Someone needs to be the guy everyone else can look to and say…
“He’s a real wrestler.”
Love me or hate me, I’m that guy. I don’t have a funny gimmick… anymore. I don’t have a flashy nick name that I hand picked for myself and didn’t earn like “THE PHOENIX” or some other crap. I come out here, I tell you who I am and what I’m about and then I beat your ass. And sometimes I kick a dude in the balls because he deserves it. Take Brock for example, the dude got all up in my business with Xavier Williams, so I ball shotted him. As I recall, you were impressed enough by that to ask me to join your group… Funny how facts change when Falcon deems it so.
The point is Kyle, it’s not about being right or wrong.
It’s not about whether I respect you or don’t.
It’s not about who I am or who you are.
It’s about what we do in that ring. And what I do in that ring is god dam impressive and you know it.
Whether you will admit it or not, your worried Kyle. Your worried that everything you’ve built up these last few months with your list and your stories and your bull**** is going to come crashing down around you when nCw’s white knight fails to vanquish the dragon. I mean, you’ve built this whole aura of importance around our feud, you’ve tried to make it seem like this is a mission of an unbelievable magnitude, acting like a prophet on a milk crate screaming about saving my immortal soul, when all it really is, is me hand picking the man I want to beat to propel me into the main event and you doing everything in your power to bring me down.
Spin the tales of salvation, tell me again how your going to stand in my way and make me into the person you think I am inside… Whatever. All I’m going to say to you is…
Suck it…
And then I’m going to beat you Kyle.
Because the days of you being the top Cock in this Hen House are over.
Learn to love it Kyle, it’ll make it so much easier for both of us.
You can‘t bring me down.
The Here and Now.[/u]
*knock*knock*
( Serenity opens the door to hers and Rob’s apartment, Chris Diamond stands in the door way, totally boiling over with anger. )
Chris: Where. Is. He?
( Serenity looks around and back to Chris. )
Serenity: Not here.
( Chris takes a step in, Serenity backs up. )
Chris: Where. Is. He?
Serenity: Not here Chris, what the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Wrong with me?
( He starts to chuckle. )
Chris: Wrong with me? YOUR KIDDING RIGHT!!!! I’m going to kill him Serenity.
Serenity: And that’s why I can’t tell you where he is.
Chris: Look bitch. I don’t care about the stupid ****ing chess game your playing with Rob and Kyle, I’m here to punch that little ****ing fairy in the mouth and rip his damn head off. So. WHERE IS HE!!!!
( Rob pops out from around the corner. )
Rob: I’m right here asshole. Let’s do this.
( Rob takes off full sprint and goes to spear Chris out the door and this, my friends, is where we fade to black. )
Just cause you don't understand what's going on don't mean it don't make no sense
And just cause you don't like it, don't mean it ain't no good
And let me tell you something;
Before you go taking a walk in my world
You better take a look at the real world
Cause this ain't no Mister Roger's Neighborhood
Can you say "feel like ****"?
Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like ****
I ain't happy 'bout it, but I'd rather feel like **** than be full of ****!
And if I offended you, oh I'm sorry...
But maybe you need to be offended
But here's my apology and one more thing...**** you!
Cos you...can't...bring...me...down!
And just cause you don't like it, don't mean it ain't no good
And let me tell you something;
Before you go taking a walk in my world
You better take a look at the real world
Cause this ain't no Mister Roger's Neighborhood
Can you say "feel like ****"?
Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like ****
I ain't happy 'bout it, but I'd rather feel like **** than be full of ****!
And if I offended you, oh I'm sorry...
But maybe you need to be offended
But here's my apology and one more thing...**** you!
Cos you...can't...bring...me...down!