Post by Rob Diamond on Feb 5, 2011 13:25:30 GMT -6
I've been thinking allot lately...
[/color]{ A flash of Rob Diamond on what appears to be a "Stair Master" he's basically running up the thing as sweat drips off his body like a running faucet. Rob exhales harshly with every step as he pushes himself to be stronger, faster, to increase his endurance ten fold in preparation for this match. In the background Gib nods approvingly. }
I've been thinking about this match and what it really means to me...[/color]
{ The flash of Rob at the gym is replaced with something else, Rob and Zelda kissing passionately as they roll on top of a hotel room bed. Zelda ends up on top and laughs as she pins his arms down beside his head. }
What it means to look death in the eyes... What it means to face a walking nightmare... A living, breathing embodiment of most men's fears... What it means...[/color]
{ Zelda bends down to kiss Rob again but he breaks his arms free and rolls her onto her back, mounting her, he kisses her again. }
To stand across the ring from Homeless Harold and KNOW... Not think... That you can beat him... Not win... Not gain some accolade for a pin fall or submission... BEAT HIM.[/color]
{ The scene shifts away from the bedroom and to a living room, a couch. Zelda is curled up under a blanket, her head against Rob's chest as he cradles her with his left arm, protecting her from the cold and anything else that may harm her. }
I've faced some pretty intimidating people in the past... Stepped up to more than one monster... And I've come out on top... I've won when it mattered most... But this time I'm not out there for me. I'm not fighting to make myself look good. This isn't about Rob Diamond, not for Homeless Harold anyway.
He may of signed up for my brother's war, but he's not inter tested in me.
He wants her.
Zelda.
I KNOW who you are Harold. I KNOW what you want.
And your going to have to kill me to get it.[/color]
{ Zelda purred to herself, enjoying this moment for however long it lasts. Rob stroked her head and smiled. Rob found it hard to remember ever being this happy, at least not since everything happened with Jenny last year, but he thought to himself that he was finally over it. He had finally been able to forgive himself and move on. And now... Now he had Zelda. He looked down at her. }
"Z?"[/color]
{ She looked up, smiled. }
"What?"[/color]
{ He couldn't help but smile as he looked into her big beautiful eyes, almost like a puppy dogs, unless of course you pissed her off. Rob swallowed hard and decided to say it, to tell her how he felt about her, just in case... }
"...I..."[/color]
{ He paused, suddenly worried that maybe she didn't feel the same way. }
"I...L-"[/color]
{ She put her index finger to his lips and stopped him. }
"Please don't say it."[/color]
{ Rob raised an eyebrow as Zelda sat up a little to get eye level with him. }
"If you say it right now it'll be because of 'them.' Because your worried there may not be another chance to say it."[/color]
{ He silently nodded. }
"But there will be. So save it until after, say it when their gone, when we've beaten them and they realize that nothing they can do will tear us apart. I'm not scared of them."[/color]
"I know."[/color]
"Good."[/color]
{ She kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled. Rob brought his hand up and cradled her head and pulled it forward for a deeper kiss. With Zelda in his arms, Rob laid her down on the couch, their lips still locked as the scene slowly faded to black. }
I get it Harry. Why you chose us, why you picked up arms with my brother, why your fighting this war against us.
Jealousy.
Your jealous of her, of Zelda, of everything she's accomplished in her short time in nCw. Your jealous of the seemingly easy road she's had to walk where as you have had quite the hard time getting your footing. Your jealous of the fact she didn't allow herself to be "Adam's little sister" while you, you fell right into the same trap as me.
You are.... Well, I won't ruin the surprise.
But I get it because I'm coming from the same place as you man. I've been there. I know what it's like living in a shadow. I know what it's like to wake up and do something awesome only to have it compared to someone else, to have someone say "Nice try, but your no Chris."
I get it.
But terrorizing Zelda and me, that isn't going to fix it. It's not going to make your life magically easier. You chose the path you walked man. You chose to live in the shadow. You chose to not grow past it. You chose to be who you are.
Which is not Homeless Harold.
You pale in comparison to him because you want to be him.
You want to be like him.
But your not.
Like I said man, I figured it out, I know who you are, and now that I know all I can do is laugh. It's pretty damn ironic how similar we are except for the one big difference.
I tried to kill myself.
I couldn't take it anymore, living in the shadow, constantly being compared to him, it ate away at me from the inside out. It made me push away everyone I cared about. It turned me into something I never wanted to be, someone I never wanted to be. It made me a heartless little **** who burned every bridge I crossed until the day I slit my own wrist... Then... On death's door step... I realized something.
This life is too short to care about what other people think of you.
All that matters is what you think.
How you feel.
And what you do.
I may never be Chris Diamond, I may never compare to Maniac, I may never be the World Champion of nCw... But I'm not going to stop trying just because he did it first. I'm going to live my life. I'm going to fight with everything I have. And one day I will be remembered because I will have forged my own legacy. I will be my own man.
Rob Diamond will be a legend.
And what are you going to be?
Are you happy being Homeless Harold 2 point Oh? Or do you want something more? To live for something more? To fight for something more?
I know you do because your like me. You just have to figure out what that is man.
But I'm going to tell you this right now.
Kick my ass.
Break my face.
Retain your belt.
No matter how bad things may go this Sunday Night I'm still going to walk out the winner. Because at the end of the night I'm going to end up in the arms of someone who really, truly cares about me for who I am.
Whose going to love you after our match?
Whose even going to care?
Your a pawn to Maniac. A tool. And once he is done using you, he will throw you away.
So kill me Harry... If you can... But you will never defeat me.[/color]
{ In the basement of Gib's home we now find Rob and Gib standing across from each other, Rob in his wrestling gear and Gib in his own. The basement is lined with work out equipment, bench press, dumb bells, simple stuff like that. But in the center of the room is a twenty foot by twenty foot area of one inch thick padding. Gib cracks his knuckles and Rob loosens his neck. }
"You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."[/color]
{ Gib cracks a grin and pretends to ring a bell. }
"Ding... Ding..."
{ Without any real warning he moves across the mats like a lumbering jungle cat, Rob rolls under his massive tree trunk of an arm and pops up behind him, as Gib turns Rob smacks him upside the head with a spinning back fist. Gib stumbles from the impact and Rob follows it right up with a standing drop kick that sends Gib rolling backward off the mats. Gib sits up. }
"Not bad."
{ He stands up. }
"No more dicking around."
{ Rob moves to grab him but Gib swipes at his arm and chops it in the elbow. Rob grabs his arm and momentarily lets down his guard long enough for Gib to slam into him with a clothes line that drops Rob on the mats. Gib pulls him up by his hair and lifts him high over his head for a power slam. Rob kicks his legs but Gib slams him down on the mat. Rob pushes off and Gib goes for a kick but Rob moves just enough to sweep Gib's legs out from under him and scurry behind him to lock him in a sleeper hold. }
"...Nice..."
"I thought so."[/color]
{ Gib stands up with Rob on his back. }
"Not nice enough."
{ Rob hangs off Gib's back by his neck. Gib reaches behind Rob and grabs him and snap mares him over his shoulder and onto the mat. Gib now locks Rob in a sleeper hold. }
"Give up."
{ Rob coughs as Gib closes off his wind pipe. }
"GIVE UP!"
"S... *cough* SUCK.... IT!!!! *cough*"[/color]
{ Gib squeezes even tighter and leans down real close to Rob's ear. }
"Harold will have no mercy. He will not wait for you to give up. He will beat you and keep beating you until you do not get up."
"H... He'll... *cough*... Nee.... Need... to... KILL ME! *cough*"[/color]
{ Gib shoves Rob forward onto his face and stands up. He rears back, right hand primed and ready to unload. Gib looks at Rob as he staggers and stumbles his way back up to his feet. }
"... Do you love her?"
{ Rob, on all fours, looks at Gib and without hesitating. }
"Yes."[/color]
{ Gib grins as he rains down the Haymaker on Rob... Rob grabs Gib by the wrist and uses his momentum against him to send him onto his back with an arm bar. Rob is up and Gib is right behind him but Rob is too quick and BAM! Diamond cutter. Rob grabs Gib by the neck and flips onto his back locking him into the Sweet Dreams submission hold. }
"HAROLD IS GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ME! YOU HEAR ME! YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!! I WILL NEVER STOP FIGHTING FOR HER!!! I WILL NEVER!!! EVER!!! GIVE UP!!! DO! YOU! HEAR! ME!?"[/color]
{ Gib coughs and spits as Rob just rips back on his neck. }
"L... Let.... Let go...."
"GIVE UP!"[/color]
{ Gib doesn't want to, he wants to keep fighting, but Rob isn't going to let go, he isn't going to give up, as long as Zelda is in harms way he will fight until his last breathe has been taken and his heart has stopped beating... Which is all Gib needed to know to tap the mat. Rob let go and rolled onto the mat. Gib rubbed his throat and sat down beside him. Rob looked over his shoulder at Gib as he tried to get his neck to crack. }
"Gib... I think I know who Harold is."[/color]
{ Gib looks down at Rob. }
"Who?"
"Your not going to like it..."[/color]
{ As Rob begins to tell Gib who he thinks Homeless Harold is the audio fades out and all we catch is... }
"Za-"[/color]
{ And we are left with the image of Gib's facing turning a dark shade of red and his fists clenching as a degree of anger we have never seen before takes hold of him. Fade. }
Save the platitudes for someone who gives a **** Harold.
Sunday, your not facing everyone you have ever faced before.
Your not facing the Everyman's and Johnson's.
Your facing me.
Rob Diamond.
And all the big words in the world will not save you from me.
Nothing can save you.
One way or another.
During that match or after.
I will put an end to you once and for all.
No more mask.
No more Harold.
No.
More.
You.
The End.
Say good night sonny boy because your pretentious hissy fit is about to come to an end.
Suck it.[/color][/center]