Post by Rob Diamond on Sept 13, 2010 21:24:40 GMT -6
Oh no, Mr. Scary Pants is on the loose and he's threatening half cripples in their hotel room when they just got out of the shower. QUICK! Someone call the cops, theres a mad peeping Tom on the loose!!!!
Are you kidding me Maniac... or Chris... Oh what the eff ever.
You know what, call yourself Jack be Nimble for all I care, the fact still remains your about as scary as one of Batman's "B" villains and I could honestly give a rats ass about your world view. And to tell you the truth dude, I don't think I want to die anymore. I mean, I'm having way too much fun being a dick. Sure, there was a moment or two there where I was really upset about Jenny....
*Sobs*
But there comes a time when you've got to move on, and as much as I loved her, she's gone, I can't bring her back, and pulling a Kurt Cobain isn't going to make it happen... Unless...
Nope, it's not going to work.
So you know what, why don't you hobble your masked monkey ass back to whatever padded cell you came from and just lock that sucker up real tight this time and go back to throwing feces at women named Clarice in your spare time. Honestly, nCw could make due without another raging psychopath roaming the halls.
And seriously, is the vampire still running with that gimmick?
"I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!!!"
Honestly, your not tired of pretending to be Lestat yet because I'm tired of pretending I care. Loser.
Sorry, got off topic there, back to the masked retard with the Vader like breathing issues.
So your big, check.
Scary, check.
Wear a mask, check.
MY GOD!!!! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!
Your Glen Jacobs, aren't you? Come on, I know it's you back there. Classic man, I loved your stuff from back when you were the mad dentist with the yellow teeth, that was some quality promoing. To tell you the truth, this whole "Kane" thing you've got going on now seems a little dated, but your a professional, I'm not going to tell you how to run your life or anything, I'm not your dad...
OR AM I??? DUN DUN DUN!
Nah, I'm not.
This is how it's going to go Maniac. We're going to get in a ring surrounded by barbed wire and we're going to cut the living hell out of each other and we're going to do it in front of a blood thirsty crowd of six hundred and sixty six thousand... Wait a tick... 6? 6? 6? HOLY ****!!!!! YOUR THE DEVIL! OR I'M JUST BORED AND SAYING THINGS IN BIG LETTERS BECAUSE
Jimmy Zane ran away with Falcon's gimmick and this has become less effective.
Back to the point, we're going to get pretty messed up in this match and there is absolutely no avoiding that, it's a fact of life when it comes to barbed wire. But here's the thing.
I'm looking forward to it Maniac. I'm looking forward to stepping between the ropes with you and going toe to toe with a supposed "legend" in a match most men won't even consider taking part in. nCw may not know all about Maniac, but I do, and trust me, the gravity of the situation hasn't escaped me. I know all too well what it means when that mask comes out and I know all too well what I'm going to have to do to win this match.
I've had a pretty ****ty couple of months and I won't lie, this time last month I wanted to put a bullet through my skull. But I'm over it now, I'm ready to get back in that ring and go balls out with whoever they throw at me. As for you? I'm going to do what Chris should of done ten years ago.
I'm going to kill Maniac, once and for all.
And yeah, I'm taking bold type back, suck it Jimmy, suck it so goddam hard that Shaun will feel it... And Jason... I f*king hate that guy... I don't care what anyone says, he still talks like he's Rain-man giving a knob job...
DIAMOND OUT!
{ A single cut scene later and we find Rob at the gym. He takes a seat on one of the many benches and reaches into Sexy Jason's invisible duffel bag and pulls out a bottle of Sexy Jason's own "Vanilla Flavored Human Growth Hormone." Pops the top and... }
Shelly: That has to be past date.
{ Rob stops, looks at the date and shrugs, he chugs that mother down. }
Shelly: Gross.
{ Rob tosses the can over his shoulder and it nails some gym rat in the head, effectively knocking him out like in one of those old cartoons. }
Rob: Whats up sis?
Shelly: Just coming to check on my baby brother.
Rob: Why?
Shelly: Because I love you.
Rob: Since when?
Shelly: Since always.
{ She punches him in the arm and he laughs a little. }
Shelly: You doing alright?
Rob: I'm good.
Shelly: Are you really?
{ Rob looks down for a second and doesn't say anything. He picks his head back up with a big smile on his face. }
Rob: I've never been better.
{ Shelly half smiles. }
Shelly: If you say so. Look Rob, be careful out there this weekend...
Rob: I will.
Shelly: And please stop by and see the baby?
{ He smiles. }
Rob: For sure.
{ Shelly gives Rob a hug, surprising him a little, they haven't hugged since they were kids. }
Shelly: See you later Rob.
Rob: Bye.
{ Fade to black. }
Are you kidding me Maniac... or Chris... Oh what the eff ever.
You know what, call yourself Jack be Nimble for all I care, the fact still remains your about as scary as one of Batman's "B" villains and I could honestly give a rats ass about your world view. And to tell you the truth dude, I don't think I want to die anymore. I mean, I'm having way too much fun being a dick. Sure, there was a moment or two there where I was really upset about Jenny....
*Sobs*
But there comes a time when you've got to move on, and as much as I loved her, she's gone, I can't bring her back, and pulling a Kurt Cobain isn't going to make it happen... Unless...
Nope, it's not going to work.
So you know what, why don't you hobble your masked monkey ass back to whatever padded cell you came from and just lock that sucker up real tight this time and go back to throwing feces at women named Clarice in your spare time. Honestly, nCw could make due without another raging psychopath roaming the halls.
And seriously, is the vampire still running with that gimmick?
"I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!!!"
Honestly, your not tired of pretending to be Lestat yet because I'm tired of pretending I care. Loser.
Sorry, got off topic there, back to the masked retard with the Vader like breathing issues.
So your big, check.
Scary, check.
Wear a mask, check.
MY GOD!!!! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!
Your Glen Jacobs, aren't you? Come on, I know it's you back there. Classic man, I loved your stuff from back when you were the mad dentist with the yellow teeth, that was some quality promoing. To tell you the truth, this whole "Kane" thing you've got going on now seems a little dated, but your a professional, I'm not going to tell you how to run your life or anything, I'm not your dad...
OR AM I??? DUN DUN DUN!
Nah, I'm not.
This is how it's going to go Maniac. We're going to get in a ring surrounded by barbed wire and we're going to cut the living hell out of each other and we're going to do it in front of a blood thirsty crowd of six hundred and sixty six thousand... Wait a tick... 6? 6? 6? HOLY ****!!!!! YOUR THE DEVIL! OR I'M JUST BORED AND SAYING THINGS IN BIG LETTERS BECAUSE
Jimmy Zane ran away with Falcon's gimmick and this has become less effective.
Back to the point, we're going to get pretty messed up in this match and there is absolutely no avoiding that, it's a fact of life when it comes to barbed wire. But here's the thing.
I'm looking forward to it Maniac. I'm looking forward to stepping between the ropes with you and going toe to toe with a supposed "legend" in a match most men won't even consider taking part in. nCw may not know all about Maniac, but I do, and trust me, the gravity of the situation hasn't escaped me. I know all too well what it means when that mask comes out and I know all too well what I'm going to have to do to win this match.
I've had a pretty ****ty couple of months and I won't lie, this time last month I wanted to put a bullet through my skull. But I'm over it now, I'm ready to get back in that ring and go balls out with whoever they throw at me. As for you? I'm going to do what Chris should of done ten years ago.
I'm going to kill Maniac, once and for all.
And yeah, I'm taking bold type back, suck it Jimmy, suck it so goddam hard that Shaun will feel it... And Jason... I f*king hate that guy... I don't care what anyone says, he still talks like he's Rain-man giving a knob job...
DIAMOND OUT!
{ A single cut scene later and we find Rob at the gym. He takes a seat on one of the many benches and reaches into Sexy Jason's invisible duffel bag and pulls out a bottle of Sexy Jason's own "Vanilla Flavored Human Growth Hormone." Pops the top and... }
Shelly: That has to be past date.
{ Rob stops, looks at the date and shrugs, he chugs that mother down. }
Shelly: Gross.
{ Rob tosses the can over his shoulder and it nails some gym rat in the head, effectively knocking him out like in one of those old cartoons. }
Rob: Whats up sis?
Shelly: Just coming to check on my baby brother.
Rob: Why?
Shelly: Because I love you.
Rob: Since when?
Shelly: Since always.
{ She punches him in the arm and he laughs a little. }
Shelly: You doing alright?
Rob: I'm good.
Shelly: Are you really?
{ Rob looks down for a second and doesn't say anything. He picks his head back up with a big smile on his face. }
Rob: I've never been better.
{ Shelly half smiles. }
Shelly: If you say so. Look Rob, be careful out there this weekend...
Rob: I will.
Shelly: And please stop by and see the baby?
{ He smiles. }
Rob: For sure.
{ Shelly gives Rob a hug, surprising him a little, they haven't hugged since they were kids. }
Shelly: See you later Rob.
Rob: Bye.
{ Fade to black. }