Post by Rob Diamond on Feb 1, 2011 1:04:07 GMT -6
Picks up after Zelda's rp...
{ 5:00 AM. Rob Diamond slips out of the hotel room bed, Zelda is still fast asleep, a smile spread across her face. Rob stands there for a second and just takes it all in, a smile on his face. But as quickly as it came, it faded. As much as he wanted to be here with her right now, he knew he had to prepare for the battle ahead of him. He kissed her on the forehead before throwing on his work out clothes. As he walked toward the door he smiled and scribbled something down on a piece of paper and left it on the night stand. }
Honestly, I like being the under dog.
It's fun.
People look down on you. They underestimate you. They treat you like a second rate citizen.
And when the time comes and you somehow overcome the odds and do the impossible...
They suddenly have nothing to say.
Silent as the grave.
It's easy to sit there and call me names, tell me I don't have what it takes to put someone like Homeless Harold down. It's easy to run your mouth. Hell, I do it all the time. The hard part. The part people just don't get about me.
I don't give up.
I don't stay down.
And I will not die.
Ever.[/color]
{ 6:00 AM. Sweat drips off Rob's face as his feet pump the pedals on the bike he's currently riding inside the hotel gym. You look down at the screen and it says he's been on here for 40 minutes now going at full speed. His eyes are locked forward, not on the hot chick near by or on the television above him, their locked on the future, on Sunday, on Homeless Harold. }
I've spent my whole life listening to people tell me what I can't do.
How do you know what I can't do?
Have you seen my future?
Do you know my destiny?
No, all you have are your opinions and believe me when I say, opinions are like assholes.
And I am one.
So when you come at me with this "Oh he's a monster" crap, I'm just going to crack a grin, flip you the bird and be off on my merry way.
I'm not an idiot, I'm not saying monsters aren't real...
I'm just done being afraid of them.
Monsters have ruled my whole life, my whole career. The monster shadow of my brother's legacy has hung over me since the moment I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. I've learned to live with it, accept it, I'm no longer afraid of falling short of the things Chris did because what he did with his career was amazing and to even reach half of that glory would make me a legend in nCw...
But I'm not going to settle for half.
I'm not going to settle, period.
And I'm sure as hell not going to let some "monster" in a mask take this away from me. Not this time.
Not anymore[/color]
{ 7:00 AM. With a straight bar over his back and three sets of 45 lb weights on either side, Rob stood there preparing to do his 4th set of squats. He lowered himself down and with his face red, his teeth cringed, he pushed himself back up, whispering something as he exhaled... }
"Harold."[/color][/size]
{ Rob went down again and came back up again, his eyes fixed on his own reflection with each rep. }
So please Harold, do your worst.
Ramble on and on about how I've never beaten you... You know... That one time we faced in singles competition.
Tell the world over and over again how I walked into that match with a sense of futility and basically mailed it in.
Tell the world Harold... Tell them everything and anything you want... Tell them I'm afraid... Or that I'm dumb for saying otherwise. Call me a lier. Call me a dick. Threaten me with pain and torture and dismemberment.
Whatever.
It's not going to phase me this time.
The intimidation isn't going to work.
You already hit me with all you got Harold...
I GOT UP!
Your little Haymaker?
Had a couple for dinner and you know what?
I'm still EFFING HUNGRY FOR MORE!
Your ohhhhh so impressive Homeless Harpoon?
Popped a few Advil and beat that bitch back.
So come on MONSTER! Hit me again. Make it hurt. Bring the pain brother because I'm ready for it. I'm ready for you. I'm ready for this match.
Are you?
Or are you too busy playing out this match in your mind to realize that this little game your playing with my life isn't going to plan? You and Chris tried to end me on Sunday and you FAILED! Just like your going to fail this Sunday.
You come out here, week after week and you tell your opponents that your just trying to bring out the best in them, change them for the better...
Well I don't know if you've heard but apparently I'm a changed man... Apparently Rob Diamond got hit by Cupid and now he's ready to fight for truth, justice and the American way... Apparently I'm nCw's latest anti hero and I'm just looking for a villain's ass to stick my boot into. Believe what you want about me, changed or not, I'm bringing my best this week Harold so you don't have to worry about drawing that out of me. And as for finding something other than myself to fight for, you can go right ahead and check that off the list too.
This match is for Zelda.
Guess that means your the one with nothing to fight for?
No point.
No direction.
No clue.
No purpose.
Awww, poor Homeless Harold, he's finally come across the one man in nCw with nothing left to fix, but I'm sure like a good bad guy you'll think of something before the end of the week. Maybe you can be pissed that I didn't brush my teeth enough as a child and punish me for it?
Sorry, didn't mean to take away your little gimmick but this week your not facing some depraved mid card wash out with a boat load of issues and no clue on how to reach that next level. Your facing a man who has scratched and clawed his way to where he is, earned the shot he has and has stood up not just for himself but for the person he cares about.
Go ahead, take credit for that, I'm sure you'll figure someway to warp my and Zelda's getting together into all being your doing because hey, sometimes monsters work in mysterious ways. You and Chris are like the Mystery Date of nCw, right?
The funny thing is Harold, regardless of what you randomly point to as my major weakness in this match, you wear your's on your chest like a big red target.
The mask.
It's legacy.
What it means to this company.
And your need to somehow recreate what it once stood for after Gib buried Harold and all he was for the last time.
Gib had something to fight for, that's why he was so dominate. He had his life, his legacy, his entire career relied on Homeless Harold being exactly what everyone was afraid of.
Now?
What are you?
Gib looking for a second go round? A mulligan because his month long world title run was a joke?
Or more likely your just some jack ass who swiped the mask when no one was looking hoping it would somehow make you matter? What's wrong big guy? Daddy didn't love you so now you hide behind a mask and scare little girls?
I wonder Harold, what's going to happen when you get in that ring and go "BOO!" and I don't flinch? Whats going to happen when you go for the trusty Haymaker and I don't go down? Whats going to happen when you reach into your "arsenal" of moves, hit me with everything you've got and I get up and laugh in your face? Whats going to happen...
When I make you tap?
Thing is Harry, spending all your time trying to make yourself into something your not, molding yourself in someone else's ultimately failed image, idolizing a fallen idol, it doesn't add to the mystery and mystique of whose under the mask...
It just makes you even more pathetic than you already were.[/color]
{ 7:30 AM. Rob dead lifts twice his own body weight for the 5th rep on his final set before dropping it to the ground. He haunches over for a second, breathing heavy, his eyes still locked on the mirror, on his reflection. From behind we see Zelda Knite walk into the gym. She comes up behind him and smiles very cutely as he springs back up to his full height. }
"I missed you."[/color]
"Sorry... I had..."[/color]
{ Zelda kisses him on the cheek. }
"Sorry? Because you've got to train for a monster? Don't' worry about it."[/color]
"Heh. Thanks."[/color]
{ Zelda bites her lip and looks away for a second, tell tale sign if Rob ever saw one. }
"What?"[/color]
"Nothing... Well, something. I think you should talk to my dad... About Homeless Harold."[/color]
{ Zelda still has that look on her face but Rob just laughs and kisses her on the forehead. }
"I was just going to say that. Come on, let me get cleaned up and we'll go grab some breakfast."[/color]
{ Rob goes to throw his arm around Zelda but she ducks out of the way. }
"Nuh uhh, not until you take a shower."[/color]
{ He frowns and tries to look like a hurt puppy. Zelda gives him a little nudge as they walk toward the door and Rob turns and just bear hugs the crap out of her. }
"EWWWWW!!!!! GROSS!!!!! I"m going to need to take another shower now!"[/color]
{ Rob smirks. }
"I know. Me too. Coincidence? I think not."[/color]
{ Zelda glares at Rob as he smiles and opens the door for her. }
"Ohh I see what you did there. Race ya?"[/color]
{ He doesn't get a chance to say "yes" as Zelda bolts out of the gym and down the hallway of the hotel. Rob laughs a little as he gives chase. }
You wear a mask to hide who you are.
I don't care what nonsensical reason you give week after week, your hiding something.
Now my bet is it's shame. Which is fine, some people don't know how to deal with the awful things they've done. Some people just can't look at themselves in the mirror after hitting their girl or sleeping with the neighbor or stealing something. Some people need another face so they can "get away with murder."
Some people, like yourself Harold, are just bitches.
You hide your face, bury your past, remove every link to whatever life you once had all in the name of Homeless Harold.
Your a coward.
And you know it, don't you?
I've done some terrible things in my life. I've hurt allot of people. And I don't mean the "I beat'em up real good" kind of hurt. I'm talking about serious mental anguish. We all know my story, what I've done, how I handled it and how I've fought back from it.
We all know because I told you.
I'm not afraid to be who I am.
I'm not afraid of Rob Diamond.
I let you see my face.
My sins.
My soul.
I put it all out there for you to dissect and digest anyway you like. Most people hate me because I'm so straight forward and honest, and others love me. Honestly, I don't care where you fall Harold, the point is, while you need that mask to feel like a person because who you really are doesn't even begin to compare to who you want to be...
I'm just me.
Living my life.
My way.
And I'm not taking any prisoners.
That's why I'm not afraid of you or Chris. That's why I know I can take whatever you give. That's why I know at the end of the day I will be able to overcome the great monster Homeless Harold, because I wrestle with no regrets.
All you are is regrets.
Shame.
And disgrace.
You don't fight for a better world.
You fight for acceptance.
Acceptance you will never get.
Because you will never be good enough.
I don't care who you are Harold, I just know who and what your not.[/color]
{ 6:00 PM. Gib sat at his kitchen table, Zelda and Rob standing in front of him. Rob bent down so he could look Gib in the eyes. }
"I looked the devil in the eyes on Sunday..."[/color]
{ Gib didn't move as he waited for Rob to finish the next part of that statement. }
"And your not him."[/color]
{ Gib faintly nodded as he looked at his right hand, cut up and bruised. }
"I hope your right."
"Either way, I still want your help."[/color]
"With what?"
{ Rob grinned as he sat down in front of Gib, Zelda just behind him. }
"Killing a monster."[/color]
{ Fade. }
You are not Homeless Harold.
Your a shadow.
A clone.
A copy.
And I am going to make you pay for putting your hands on Zelda.
Tell Chris when you see him...
He's next.
Suck it.[/color][/center]
*Early the next morning*
[/color]{ 5:00 AM. Rob Diamond slips out of the hotel room bed, Zelda is still fast asleep, a smile spread across her face. Rob stands there for a second and just takes it all in, a smile on his face. But as quickly as it came, it faded. As much as he wanted to be here with her right now, he knew he had to prepare for the battle ahead of him. He kissed her on the forehead before throwing on his work out clothes. As he walked toward the door he smiled and scribbled something down on a piece of paper and left it on the night stand. }
Honestly, I like being the under dog.
It's fun.
People look down on you. They underestimate you. They treat you like a second rate citizen.
And when the time comes and you somehow overcome the odds and do the impossible...
They suddenly have nothing to say.
Silent as the grave.
It's easy to sit there and call me names, tell me I don't have what it takes to put someone like Homeless Harold down. It's easy to run your mouth. Hell, I do it all the time. The hard part. The part people just don't get about me.
I don't give up.
I don't stay down.
And I will not die.
Ever.[/color]
{ 6:00 AM. Sweat drips off Rob's face as his feet pump the pedals on the bike he's currently riding inside the hotel gym. You look down at the screen and it says he's been on here for 40 minutes now going at full speed. His eyes are locked forward, not on the hot chick near by or on the television above him, their locked on the future, on Sunday, on Homeless Harold. }
I've spent my whole life listening to people tell me what I can't do.
How do you know what I can't do?
Have you seen my future?
Do you know my destiny?
No, all you have are your opinions and believe me when I say, opinions are like assholes.
And I am one.
So when you come at me with this "Oh he's a monster" crap, I'm just going to crack a grin, flip you the bird and be off on my merry way.
I'm not an idiot, I'm not saying monsters aren't real...
I'm just done being afraid of them.
Monsters have ruled my whole life, my whole career. The monster shadow of my brother's legacy has hung over me since the moment I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. I've learned to live with it, accept it, I'm no longer afraid of falling short of the things Chris did because what he did with his career was amazing and to even reach half of that glory would make me a legend in nCw...
But I'm not going to settle for half.
I'm not going to settle, period.
And I'm sure as hell not going to let some "monster" in a mask take this away from me. Not this time.
Not anymore[/color]
{ 7:00 AM. With a straight bar over his back and three sets of 45 lb weights on either side, Rob stood there preparing to do his 4th set of squats. He lowered himself down and with his face red, his teeth cringed, he pushed himself back up, whispering something as he exhaled... }
"Harold."[/color][/size]
{ Rob went down again and came back up again, his eyes fixed on his own reflection with each rep. }
So please Harold, do your worst.
Ramble on and on about how I've never beaten you... You know... That one time we faced in singles competition.
Tell the world over and over again how I walked into that match with a sense of futility and basically mailed it in.
Tell the world Harold... Tell them everything and anything you want... Tell them I'm afraid... Or that I'm dumb for saying otherwise. Call me a lier. Call me a dick. Threaten me with pain and torture and dismemberment.
Whatever.
It's not going to phase me this time.
The intimidation isn't going to work.
You already hit me with all you got Harold...
I GOT UP!
Your little Haymaker?
Had a couple for dinner and you know what?
I'm still EFFING HUNGRY FOR MORE!
Your ohhhhh so impressive Homeless Harpoon?
Popped a few Advil and beat that bitch back.
So come on MONSTER! Hit me again. Make it hurt. Bring the pain brother because I'm ready for it. I'm ready for you. I'm ready for this match.
Are you?
Or are you too busy playing out this match in your mind to realize that this little game your playing with my life isn't going to plan? You and Chris tried to end me on Sunday and you FAILED! Just like your going to fail this Sunday.
You come out here, week after week and you tell your opponents that your just trying to bring out the best in them, change them for the better...
Well I don't know if you've heard but apparently I'm a changed man... Apparently Rob Diamond got hit by Cupid and now he's ready to fight for truth, justice and the American way... Apparently I'm nCw's latest anti hero and I'm just looking for a villain's ass to stick my boot into. Believe what you want about me, changed or not, I'm bringing my best this week Harold so you don't have to worry about drawing that out of me. And as for finding something other than myself to fight for, you can go right ahead and check that off the list too.
This match is for Zelda.
Guess that means your the one with nothing to fight for?
No point.
No direction.
No clue.
No purpose.
Awww, poor Homeless Harold, he's finally come across the one man in nCw with nothing left to fix, but I'm sure like a good bad guy you'll think of something before the end of the week. Maybe you can be pissed that I didn't brush my teeth enough as a child and punish me for it?
Sorry, didn't mean to take away your little gimmick but this week your not facing some depraved mid card wash out with a boat load of issues and no clue on how to reach that next level. Your facing a man who has scratched and clawed his way to where he is, earned the shot he has and has stood up not just for himself but for the person he cares about.
Go ahead, take credit for that, I'm sure you'll figure someway to warp my and Zelda's getting together into all being your doing because hey, sometimes monsters work in mysterious ways. You and Chris are like the Mystery Date of nCw, right?
The funny thing is Harold, regardless of what you randomly point to as my major weakness in this match, you wear your's on your chest like a big red target.
The mask.
It's legacy.
What it means to this company.
And your need to somehow recreate what it once stood for after Gib buried Harold and all he was for the last time.
Gib had something to fight for, that's why he was so dominate. He had his life, his legacy, his entire career relied on Homeless Harold being exactly what everyone was afraid of.
Now?
What are you?
Gib looking for a second go round? A mulligan because his month long world title run was a joke?
Or more likely your just some jack ass who swiped the mask when no one was looking hoping it would somehow make you matter? What's wrong big guy? Daddy didn't love you so now you hide behind a mask and scare little girls?
I wonder Harold, what's going to happen when you get in that ring and go "BOO!" and I don't flinch? Whats going to happen when you go for the trusty Haymaker and I don't go down? Whats going to happen when you reach into your "arsenal" of moves, hit me with everything you've got and I get up and laugh in your face? Whats going to happen...
When I make you tap?
Thing is Harry, spending all your time trying to make yourself into something your not, molding yourself in someone else's ultimately failed image, idolizing a fallen idol, it doesn't add to the mystery and mystique of whose under the mask...
It just makes you even more pathetic than you already were.[/color]
{ 7:30 AM. Rob dead lifts twice his own body weight for the 5th rep on his final set before dropping it to the ground. He haunches over for a second, breathing heavy, his eyes still locked on the mirror, on his reflection. From behind we see Zelda Knite walk into the gym. She comes up behind him and smiles very cutely as he springs back up to his full height. }
"I missed you."[/color]
"Sorry... I had..."[/color]
{ Zelda kisses him on the cheek. }
"Sorry? Because you've got to train for a monster? Don't' worry about it."[/color]
"Heh. Thanks."[/color]
{ Zelda bites her lip and looks away for a second, tell tale sign if Rob ever saw one. }
"What?"[/color]
"Nothing... Well, something. I think you should talk to my dad... About Homeless Harold."[/color]
{ Zelda still has that look on her face but Rob just laughs and kisses her on the forehead. }
"I was just going to say that. Come on, let me get cleaned up and we'll go grab some breakfast."[/color]
{ Rob goes to throw his arm around Zelda but she ducks out of the way. }
"Nuh uhh, not until you take a shower."[/color]
{ He frowns and tries to look like a hurt puppy. Zelda gives him a little nudge as they walk toward the door and Rob turns and just bear hugs the crap out of her. }
"EWWWWW!!!!! GROSS!!!!! I"m going to need to take another shower now!"[/color]
{ Rob smirks. }
"I know. Me too. Coincidence? I think not."[/color]
{ Zelda glares at Rob as he smiles and opens the door for her. }
"Ohh I see what you did there. Race ya?"[/color]
{ He doesn't get a chance to say "yes" as Zelda bolts out of the gym and down the hallway of the hotel. Rob laughs a little as he gives chase. }
You wear a mask to hide who you are.
I don't care what nonsensical reason you give week after week, your hiding something.
Now my bet is it's shame. Which is fine, some people don't know how to deal with the awful things they've done. Some people just can't look at themselves in the mirror after hitting their girl or sleeping with the neighbor or stealing something. Some people need another face so they can "get away with murder."
Some people, like yourself Harold, are just bitches.
You hide your face, bury your past, remove every link to whatever life you once had all in the name of Homeless Harold.
Your a coward.
And you know it, don't you?
I've done some terrible things in my life. I've hurt allot of people. And I don't mean the "I beat'em up real good" kind of hurt. I'm talking about serious mental anguish. We all know my story, what I've done, how I handled it and how I've fought back from it.
We all know because I told you.
I'm not afraid to be who I am.
I'm not afraid of Rob Diamond.
I let you see my face.
My sins.
My soul.
I put it all out there for you to dissect and digest anyway you like. Most people hate me because I'm so straight forward and honest, and others love me. Honestly, I don't care where you fall Harold, the point is, while you need that mask to feel like a person because who you really are doesn't even begin to compare to who you want to be...
I'm just me.
Living my life.
My way.
And I'm not taking any prisoners.
That's why I'm not afraid of you or Chris. That's why I know I can take whatever you give. That's why I know at the end of the day I will be able to overcome the great monster Homeless Harold, because I wrestle with no regrets.
All you are is regrets.
Shame.
And disgrace.
You don't fight for a better world.
You fight for acceptance.
Acceptance you will never get.
Because you will never be good enough.
I don't care who you are Harold, I just know who and what your not.[/color]
{ 6:00 PM. Gib sat at his kitchen table, Zelda and Rob standing in front of him. Rob bent down so he could look Gib in the eyes. }
"I looked the devil in the eyes on Sunday..."[/color]
{ Gib didn't move as he waited for Rob to finish the next part of that statement. }
"And your not him."[/color]
{ Gib faintly nodded as he looked at his right hand, cut up and bruised. }
"I hope your right."
"Either way, I still want your help."[/color]
"With what?"
{ Rob grinned as he sat down in front of Gib, Zelda just behind him. }
"Killing a monster."[/color]
{ Fade. }
You are not Homeless Harold.
Your a shadow.
A clone.
A copy.
And I am going to make you pay for putting your hands on Zelda.
Tell Chris when you see him...
He's next.
Suck it.[/color][/center]