Post by Rob Diamond on Aug 8, 2010 23:36:29 GMT -6
People keep telling me I need to prove myself...
Xavier Williams said it.
Falcon said it.
Kelly Knite said it.
And Steve Awesome even said it.
Each of them looks past what I've done and points to what I haven't done. Each of them looks at what I say as opposed to what I do. Each of them ignores the facts.
Scratch that.
One of them doesn't. Falcon has always seen me for who I am. Whether I was a super hero, super villain, asshole or perfect gentlemen. Falcon has always looked past the charade and told me to be myself. To give it my all. And the people will love me for it. Maybe they will... Maybe they won't. I honestly don't know Kyle... What I do know is I proved something on Trauma...
Whether Steve Awesome likes it or not, I proved I could go toe to toe with nCw's best and not lose. I proved I have what it takes to make it in the main event. I proved I am who I always said I was.
One of the best.
Now I have to prove it again. Against the toughest man I have ever faced in my entire career. Kyle, you and I haven't always gotten along, but somewhere underneath the jokes and the hatred and our competitive spirits lies a respect. A respect that most people don't understand or even have for this business anymore. Most people walk in the door, wrestle six matches and expect the world. You and I? We worked for it. We gave it our all and more to earn our place. I guess the difference... The point of no return... No one ever noticed but you Kyle... No one ever saw the heart, the drive, the sheer determination that I had... Except you...
( Following Trauma, Rob immediately hopped on a plane and flew home to Connecticut, where Jenny lived as well. His plane landed at Bradly international air port and he rushed to grab his bag and get outside where a rental should of been waiting for him. As he rushes out the door his phone began to ring. He pulled it from his pocket and answered it. }
Rob: Hello?
( Through video magic. )
Chris: Rob, where are you going?
Rob: To talk to Jenny's parents.
Chris: I don't think that's a good idea bro... They didn't call you for a reason.
( Rob's face turns red, but he knows that Chris is right. )
Rob: Look man, I don't need your bull**** right now. I have to talk to them. I have to know... I... I...
Chris:... It won't bring her back...
Rob: I don't care... They need to know...
( Rob hits the end button and shoves the phone back in his pocket. )
I resent you Kyle. It's true. I resent your raw talent. I resent your unnatural ability. I resent your high risk nature. I resent everything about you... Because your everything I want to be...
I watched guys like you as a kid, flying off the top rope, going through tables, just sacrificing their bodies for no other reason than to hear the fans scream their name...
I wanted to be that guy, a hardcore icon, a high risk master. When I started training, got some matches under my belt, I realized that what you did, though entertaining, was stupid. You were killing yourself for cheap pops and even cheaper thrills. I, like some others, realized that the best way to win a match wasn't to destroy your own body in the process but to wear down and weaken your opponents by doing as little damage to yourself as possible.
I love high flying wrestling...
I just love not waking up in immense pain every morning even more... By the way, how's Zelda's pain pills doing? It's sorta hard to tell who the addict is these days...
Anyways. The fact of the matter is this Kyle. I challenged you to a match you feel is tailor made for me. A submission match. A match I could win any number of ways. But I'm not an idiot Kyle, your an amazing wrestler, you know your fair share of submissions and this match isn't nearly as one sided as you'd like to make everyone think. It may not be your particular brand of tea, but it's not exactly rocket science to throw someone in a choke hold until they pass out.
So this is what I want Kyle.
EVERYTHING.
You saw my match with Steve Awesome. You watched me pour my heart out in that match. In all honesty, I gave him everything I had Kyle, every single last drop, I pushed myself further and harder than I have ever pushed myself before, even against you... And now... This week... I'm going to dig deeper... I'm going to fight harder... And I swear...
I will find a way to make you tap out.
That's a promise.
( Rob stood outside of Jenny's parent's home. He was hesitant, as he should be, but he did walk up the steps to the front door. Rob raised his hand, it shook, and he knocked. )
......
( He knocked again and the door opened. )
Rob: Hello Mr. Beane...
( Johnathan Beane, Jenny's father stood before him. His eyes filled with rage. )
Johnathan Beane: You... You... YOU MURDERER!
Rob: Wait, please...
Johnathan Beane: SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!
( Mr. Beane raised his fist and very slowly threw it at Rob. Rob could of moved, he could of blocked it, but he didn't. He stood his ground and took a right hook right to the mouth. He deserved it and so much more. )
Johnathan Beane: WHY!
( Mr. Beane hit him again and again and still Rob just stood there as every hit made his lip more swollen, his cheek more red, his eyes filled with tears. After the third hit Rob fell to the ground and Mr. Beane fell on top of him and begin to punch him wildly. Mrs. Beane came around the corner. )
Mrs. Beane: JOHNNY STOP!
( She ran up behind him and pulled him off of Rob who still just laid there. )
Mrs. Beane: Oh my god... Robert?
Rob: I'm... I'm so sorry... I loved her...
( Johnathan glared at Rob as his wife held him back. )
Johnathan Beane: You son of a bitch... I hate you... I hate everything you are... You broke my daughter's heart... ON LIVE TELEVISION!!! I HOPE YOU DIE ROBERT DIAMOND!!! I HOPE YOU DIE MISERABLE AND ALONE!!!
( With those words Johnathan kicked Rob right across the jaw, knocking him back down onto the lawn. He turned his back on Rob and walked back into the house. Mrs. Beane dropped down to check on Rob. )
Mrs. Beane: I'm so sorry Robert... He hasn't been the same since...
Rob: It's ok... I'm sorry...
( Mrs. Beane's eyes water. )
Mrs. Beane: I know you are sweetie... I know you are...
( She pulled Rob up off the lawn and cradled his head as she let the tears run down her face. )
Mrs. Beane: She loved you so much Robert...
( Rob's lip quivers as Mrs. Beane tries to make him and herself feel better all at the same time. )
Rob: ...Did... Did... She leave a note?
This is it for me Kyle. I'm putting it all on the line this week. You've heard what I've had to saw. You know how fed up I am with this bull****, with everyone telling me who I am, what I should be. I've heard it all and more a thousand times over. I'm done listening to everyone else. From this point on I'm going to listen to the only person who matters.
Rob Diamond.
And I don't mean that in a arrogant, screw you kind of way. I mean I'm going to listen to my heart, my soul and do what it is I want to do. What I want to do is wrestle a great match. Wrestle a great competitor and pick up the biggest win in my career.
For me, this is all or nothing Kyle. If I can't beat you... Well then there is nothing here for me anymore... As far as I'm concerned... You are New Championship Wrestling. Forget Steve Awesome, Adam Knite or Angel. Falcon is the face of this company. The heart of this company. And the soul of this company. If you can't last ten minutes in the ring with the "Immortal" one then you don't deserve to be here. If I can't beat you Sunday... Neither do I...
So that's it Kyle. No insults... No jokes... No parodies... I'm being straight with you Kyle. This match could very well be the last time I ever step foot between those ropes. That's not a threat. That's not me trying to plea to you to lob me a win here. This is me being truthful with you Falcon. I can't continue to wrestle for this promotion if I cannot defeat you in the middle of that ring.
I guess that means my back's against the wall huh? I guess that means you have the chance to do something so many have wanted to do before you. This is your chance to end the career of the most hated man in all of nCw. Your already a legend Kyle, for you this would be just another accolade on an already amazing career... But for me? For me this is one last chance to show all of nCw something you already know. Rob Diamond is the single most dangerous man in all of New Championship Wrestling. Screw that. In the World. And when we step in that ring Kyle, you will be wrestling to end my career, whether you want to or not...
AND SO WILL I!
I respect you.
I resent you.
I envy you.
I hate you.
I want to be you.
I want to kill you.
Sunday.
I do it all.
Are you ready to die?
I am.
...Kill me... If you can...
Xavier Williams said it.
Falcon said it.
Kelly Knite said it.
And Steve Awesome even said it.
Each of them looks past what I've done and points to what I haven't done. Each of them looks at what I say as opposed to what I do. Each of them ignores the facts.
Scratch that.
One of them doesn't. Falcon has always seen me for who I am. Whether I was a super hero, super villain, asshole or perfect gentlemen. Falcon has always looked past the charade and told me to be myself. To give it my all. And the people will love me for it. Maybe they will... Maybe they won't. I honestly don't know Kyle... What I do know is I proved something on Trauma...
Whether Steve Awesome likes it or not, I proved I could go toe to toe with nCw's best and not lose. I proved I have what it takes to make it in the main event. I proved I am who I always said I was.
One of the best.
Now I have to prove it again. Against the toughest man I have ever faced in my entire career. Kyle, you and I haven't always gotten along, but somewhere underneath the jokes and the hatred and our competitive spirits lies a respect. A respect that most people don't understand or even have for this business anymore. Most people walk in the door, wrestle six matches and expect the world. You and I? We worked for it. We gave it our all and more to earn our place. I guess the difference... The point of no return... No one ever noticed but you Kyle... No one ever saw the heart, the drive, the sheer determination that I had... Except you...
( Following Trauma, Rob immediately hopped on a plane and flew home to Connecticut, where Jenny lived as well. His plane landed at Bradly international air port and he rushed to grab his bag and get outside where a rental should of been waiting for him. As he rushes out the door his phone began to ring. He pulled it from his pocket and answered it. }
Rob: Hello?
( Through video magic. )
Chris: Rob, where are you going?
Rob: To talk to Jenny's parents.
Chris: I don't think that's a good idea bro... They didn't call you for a reason.
( Rob's face turns red, but he knows that Chris is right. )
Rob: Look man, I don't need your bull**** right now. I have to talk to them. I have to know... I... I...
Chris:... It won't bring her back...
Rob: I don't care... They need to know...
( Rob hits the end button and shoves the phone back in his pocket. )
I resent you Kyle. It's true. I resent your raw talent. I resent your unnatural ability. I resent your high risk nature. I resent everything about you... Because your everything I want to be...
I watched guys like you as a kid, flying off the top rope, going through tables, just sacrificing their bodies for no other reason than to hear the fans scream their name...
I wanted to be that guy, a hardcore icon, a high risk master. When I started training, got some matches under my belt, I realized that what you did, though entertaining, was stupid. You were killing yourself for cheap pops and even cheaper thrills. I, like some others, realized that the best way to win a match wasn't to destroy your own body in the process but to wear down and weaken your opponents by doing as little damage to yourself as possible.
I love high flying wrestling...
I just love not waking up in immense pain every morning even more... By the way, how's Zelda's pain pills doing? It's sorta hard to tell who the addict is these days...
Anyways. The fact of the matter is this Kyle. I challenged you to a match you feel is tailor made for me. A submission match. A match I could win any number of ways. But I'm not an idiot Kyle, your an amazing wrestler, you know your fair share of submissions and this match isn't nearly as one sided as you'd like to make everyone think. It may not be your particular brand of tea, but it's not exactly rocket science to throw someone in a choke hold until they pass out.
So this is what I want Kyle.
EVERYTHING.
You saw my match with Steve Awesome. You watched me pour my heart out in that match. In all honesty, I gave him everything I had Kyle, every single last drop, I pushed myself further and harder than I have ever pushed myself before, even against you... And now... This week... I'm going to dig deeper... I'm going to fight harder... And I swear...
I will find a way to make you tap out.
That's a promise.
( Rob stood outside of Jenny's parent's home. He was hesitant, as he should be, but he did walk up the steps to the front door. Rob raised his hand, it shook, and he knocked. )
......
( He knocked again and the door opened. )
Rob: Hello Mr. Beane...
( Johnathan Beane, Jenny's father stood before him. His eyes filled with rage. )
Johnathan Beane: You... You... YOU MURDERER!
Rob: Wait, please...
Johnathan Beane: SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!
( Mr. Beane raised his fist and very slowly threw it at Rob. Rob could of moved, he could of blocked it, but he didn't. He stood his ground and took a right hook right to the mouth. He deserved it and so much more. )
Johnathan Beane: WHY!
( Mr. Beane hit him again and again and still Rob just stood there as every hit made his lip more swollen, his cheek more red, his eyes filled with tears. After the third hit Rob fell to the ground and Mr. Beane fell on top of him and begin to punch him wildly. Mrs. Beane came around the corner. )
Mrs. Beane: JOHNNY STOP!
( She ran up behind him and pulled him off of Rob who still just laid there. )
Mrs. Beane: Oh my god... Robert?
Rob: I'm... I'm so sorry... I loved her...
( Johnathan glared at Rob as his wife held him back. )
Johnathan Beane: You son of a bitch... I hate you... I hate everything you are... You broke my daughter's heart... ON LIVE TELEVISION!!! I HOPE YOU DIE ROBERT DIAMOND!!! I HOPE YOU DIE MISERABLE AND ALONE!!!
( With those words Johnathan kicked Rob right across the jaw, knocking him back down onto the lawn. He turned his back on Rob and walked back into the house. Mrs. Beane dropped down to check on Rob. )
Mrs. Beane: I'm so sorry Robert... He hasn't been the same since...
Rob: It's ok... I'm sorry...
( Mrs. Beane's eyes water. )
Mrs. Beane: I know you are sweetie... I know you are...
( She pulled Rob up off the lawn and cradled his head as she let the tears run down her face. )
Mrs. Beane: She loved you so much Robert...
( Rob's lip quivers as Mrs. Beane tries to make him and herself feel better all at the same time. )
Rob: ...Did... Did... She leave a note?
This is it for me Kyle. I'm putting it all on the line this week. You've heard what I've had to saw. You know how fed up I am with this bull****, with everyone telling me who I am, what I should be. I've heard it all and more a thousand times over. I'm done listening to everyone else. From this point on I'm going to listen to the only person who matters.
Rob Diamond.
And I don't mean that in a arrogant, screw you kind of way. I mean I'm going to listen to my heart, my soul and do what it is I want to do. What I want to do is wrestle a great match. Wrestle a great competitor and pick up the biggest win in my career.
For me, this is all or nothing Kyle. If I can't beat you... Well then there is nothing here for me anymore... As far as I'm concerned... You are New Championship Wrestling. Forget Steve Awesome, Adam Knite or Angel. Falcon is the face of this company. The heart of this company. And the soul of this company. If you can't last ten minutes in the ring with the "Immortal" one then you don't deserve to be here. If I can't beat you Sunday... Neither do I...
So that's it Kyle. No insults... No jokes... No parodies... I'm being straight with you Kyle. This match could very well be the last time I ever step foot between those ropes. That's not a threat. That's not me trying to plea to you to lob me a win here. This is me being truthful with you Falcon. I can't continue to wrestle for this promotion if I cannot defeat you in the middle of that ring.
I guess that means my back's against the wall huh? I guess that means you have the chance to do something so many have wanted to do before you. This is your chance to end the career of the most hated man in all of nCw. Your already a legend Kyle, for you this would be just another accolade on an already amazing career... But for me? For me this is one last chance to show all of nCw something you already know. Rob Diamond is the single most dangerous man in all of New Championship Wrestling. Screw that. In the World. And when we step in that ring Kyle, you will be wrestling to end my career, whether you want to or not...
AND SO WILL I!
I respect you.
I resent you.
I envy you.
I hate you.
I want to be you.
I want to kill you.
Sunday.
I do it all.
Are you ready to die?
I am.
...Kill me... If you can...
Gave up my loving for all that I’m hating
Hating the loving I gave
Oh terrified by the horrible lies
Lies the evil we’ve made
Wake up! I’m sweating, I’m burning, I’m dreading
Dreading the life that I hate
There was a time when at least I was winning
Living a life that’s okay
Here’s my reward for your life
That you gave me
Let me love you
Fear and blame you
Let me love you
Scar and burn you
Hating the loving I gave
Oh terrified by the horrible lies
Lies the evil we’ve made
Wake up! I’m sweating, I’m burning, I’m dreading
Dreading the life that I hate
There was a time when at least I was winning
Living a life that’s okay
Here’s my reward for your life
That you gave me
Let me love you
Fear and blame you
Let me love you
Scar and burn you