Post by Xander Famularo on Feb 5, 2011 22:12:36 GMT -6
You are a romantic aren’t you Rob? You are a person that needs a story arc to be satisfied, you are someone that if nothing exists beyond the obvious that you must create something right?
You desire exposition, rising action, climax, falling action and denoument. You love it when denoument ends with the main character being better then he was at the outset of the story don’t you? That is what you require isn’t it? You want the hero to get married, and the evildoer to be punished, because you have concocted quite the story, quite the series of events that may or may not have happened… All in order to pain yourself as a hero and me as a demon.
And Rob, based on your storytelling, you never let something called truth get in the way of a good story now. This whole week I have listened to your tale of chivalry, the tale where you save Zelda from an evil monster that desires nothing more then her demise when in fact if you had taken time to listen, taken time in that inbred mind of yours to really listen to the things I have said, you would realize, just as I and anyone else who has been able to listen to you speak realize that you truly live in a world of make believe.
And people say I am unbalanced.
You mention several times that I am out to hurt Zelda, and I ask you to tell me when have I ever mentioned such a thing. She was on the opposite side of the ring as me, and the most contact I had with her was to hold her so my partner was able to spear her, I didn’t have my hand around her throat, that was your brother. I didn’t hit her, that was Desiree. It seems like you have been so worked up, and so inept as far as understanding the realities of the world that you haven’t realized that I am not the bad guy here…
I may be teamed up with the bad guy…
But I don’t get involved in his personal games. If he needs backup, I am there. If I need backup I am there. He is a reliable partner, he is a man I can trust just as you have trusted in the past. You trusted Jimmy Zane… I think perhaps I am slightly a better judge of character then you. See, I think your brother is just trying to bring out the best in you, all brothers are upset when they see their siblings floundering with mediocrity instead of flirting with greatness and you have been toiling so long that he felt he needed to help push you just a little bit further, he had to give you just a little bit more attention and he finally saw a way to drive you, and that way was Zelda.
I have spoken many times about my feelings for Zelda, how I feel close to her, how I feel we are on some level connected and that I don’t wish harm upon her and as a matter of fact who was the first person to punish Falcon for his atrocity? Who was the first person to strike out against him, it was me. I was the first person to knock him down a peg, and with a right hand, that weak and useless right hand I put him away.
Rob… I think it only grazed you. I don’t think I hit you as hard as a could have. That is a mistake I haven’t made before, and it is one I won’t make again. Perhaps, and you probably wouldn’t have thought of this because you are unable to look beyond the surface, perhaps I was timing my punches incorrectly in order to give Zelda time to run off, perhaps I am not the villain in your story.
Or maybe I am.
But that doesn’t change the fact that you are living in a fantasy. You think you know what lies under this mask? You think I am a boy jaded by a father. Perhaps you are right but that doesn’t change anything. I used this mask, and I will continue to use it until it is used up, until is has no further value.
Perhaps this whole big scary man thing is my own fib, perhaps I put this mask on to get into this place, to be given a shot, to be given a second opportunity and looking at it that way, you ask if I am happy being Harold 2? Yes I am, because being Harold 2 is still far better then being Rob Diamond 1. Being Harold 2 and not being respected doesn’t matter because I still am holding a title, I am still a rising commodity. I am still sitting on a streak that most people would die for, and how did I get in here? By working my way up the ladder? By starting at the bottom?
No… I started by feeding off someone else’s legacy. Call it lazy, call it being a fake or a fraud but please, realize that along with those things you must call it a few very specific and important things…
Call is successful…
Call it intelligent…
Call it reality…
Because at least I am living in this world, at least I don’t make up stories about my opponent coming after my girlfriend and attacking her. You want to see what lies under this mask, then man up and take it off me… Most likely you won’t though because, quite frankly… You are too soft…
Now there is something you can suck
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he is packing a bag in his room, in his hand is a pair of tights, down one side of the tights the word “Rock” is written, on the other side a giant hand with the index finger and pinky finger stretched into the air, giving the metal sign. He sighs, looking at these tights, remembering the battles with Dusty Rhodes, remembering the wars with Antonio Inoki, the tag team championships with Dr. Death. He remembers his epic wars with the Punisher and Adam Knite, he remembers the great times. Then he shoves the tights into his bag, his face cracking into a smile as Zelda comes into the room.}
Zelda: We have to leave soon Dad… Are you ready?
Gib: Just about honey, I wanted to give you something….
{He reaches under the bed and pulls out a cigar box. He puts it on the bed and then very gently he starts to open it, inside are knick knacks from the past. From inside the bag he pulls a wristband… The wrist band is dingy and worn out}
Gib: 25 years ago I wrestled a match with a man named Mr. Pogo. This guy was a monster, I was sent over as a huge American with endless power that was unstoppable. It was supposed to be like a show of good faith, two countries with some amazing talents, an olive branch of sorts between two promotions…
Zelda: Let me guess Dad, it was a five star match and the sunset and you two rode horses into the twilight.
Gib: What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea who Mr. Pogo is?
Zelda: Uhhh… no.
Gib: Well I didn’t either. This dude came to the ring and he tried to stab me with a scythe, like a real gardening tool. He stabbed me with a scythe, he hit me with a lightbulb, he wrapped barbedwire around himself and then ran into me. This dude was a crazy son of a bitch, I freakin’ rolled him up, got the pin and high tailed out of the crazy place… Never went back either.
Zelda: Ok…
Gib: So anyway… This wristband was from that night, I wore it on a night I nearly died, and well, I think it must have some good luck on it because as you can see, there isn’t any blood on that, and there was a lot of blood in that ring.
{Zelda smiles}
Zelda: Thanks dad… Hey what are these?
{She pulls the tights out of the bag and holds them up}
Gib: They are a piece of the past that I might need again…
{Zelda holds them up and starts pumping her fist as the scene fades}
See Rob you think I feel jaded or wronged and I don’t. I have come to terms with the things in my life, I have grown and changed. I have done horrible things and I have done wonderful things but everything I have done, I have done with everything I have. That is one thing I can truly say.
You are a failure…
You couldn’t even kill yourself properly.
And so we walk towards that great night, and neither of us will go gently. Neither of us will travel gently into that good death… You think you have exposed me for being a fraud, but no one took the Harold thing seriously anyway. Now, it is just a mask, just something to wear to remind people of their true nature, does it remind you Rob?
Or are you too ignorant to see what has been in front of you? Just when you thought you found the answers, you realized the questions were wrong. And now you must start over, and I fear that your mind is too feeble to get it this time.
See Rob, when you look at a tree, you see the surface, you see branches and bark, you see leaves and sticks but you ignore the roots that lie underneath it.
I am the roots.
And this weekend, you can come to the ring to fight a fake monster that did nothing to Zelda that never spoke ill of her that never laid his hands on her. And you can come with your longsword +2 and smite me.
Or you can put your kool-aid down and join reality.
I may not be the original Harold…
But that doesn’t make me any less dangerous…
You desire exposition, rising action, climax, falling action and denoument. You love it when denoument ends with the main character being better then he was at the outset of the story don’t you? That is what you require isn’t it? You want the hero to get married, and the evildoer to be punished, because you have concocted quite the story, quite the series of events that may or may not have happened… All in order to pain yourself as a hero and me as a demon.
And Rob, based on your storytelling, you never let something called truth get in the way of a good story now. This whole week I have listened to your tale of chivalry, the tale where you save Zelda from an evil monster that desires nothing more then her demise when in fact if you had taken time to listen, taken time in that inbred mind of yours to really listen to the things I have said, you would realize, just as I and anyone else who has been able to listen to you speak realize that you truly live in a world of make believe.
And people say I am unbalanced.
You mention several times that I am out to hurt Zelda, and I ask you to tell me when have I ever mentioned such a thing. She was on the opposite side of the ring as me, and the most contact I had with her was to hold her so my partner was able to spear her, I didn’t have my hand around her throat, that was your brother. I didn’t hit her, that was Desiree. It seems like you have been so worked up, and so inept as far as understanding the realities of the world that you haven’t realized that I am not the bad guy here…
I may be teamed up with the bad guy…
But I don’t get involved in his personal games. If he needs backup, I am there. If I need backup I am there. He is a reliable partner, he is a man I can trust just as you have trusted in the past. You trusted Jimmy Zane… I think perhaps I am slightly a better judge of character then you. See, I think your brother is just trying to bring out the best in you, all brothers are upset when they see their siblings floundering with mediocrity instead of flirting with greatness and you have been toiling so long that he felt he needed to help push you just a little bit further, he had to give you just a little bit more attention and he finally saw a way to drive you, and that way was Zelda.
I have spoken many times about my feelings for Zelda, how I feel close to her, how I feel we are on some level connected and that I don’t wish harm upon her and as a matter of fact who was the first person to punish Falcon for his atrocity? Who was the first person to strike out against him, it was me. I was the first person to knock him down a peg, and with a right hand, that weak and useless right hand I put him away.
Rob… I think it only grazed you. I don’t think I hit you as hard as a could have. That is a mistake I haven’t made before, and it is one I won’t make again. Perhaps, and you probably wouldn’t have thought of this because you are unable to look beyond the surface, perhaps I was timing my punches incorrectly in order to give Zelda time to run off, perhaps I am not the villain in your story.
Or maybe I am.
But that doesn’t change the fact that you are living in a fantasy. You think you know what lies under this mask? You think I am a boy jaded by a father. Perhaps you are right but that doesn’t change anything. I used this mask, and I will continue to use it until it is used up, until is has no further value.
Perhaps this whole big scary man thing is my own fib, perhaps I put this mask on to get into this place, to be given a shot, to be given a second opportunity and looking at it that way, you ask if I am happy being Harold 2? Yes I am, because being Harold 2 is still far better then being Rob Diamond 1. Being Harold 2 and not being respected doesn’t matter because I still am holding a title, I am still a rising commodity. I am still sitting on a streak that most people would die for, and how did I get in here? By working my way up the ladder? By starting at the bottom?
No… I started by feeding off someone else’s legacy. Call it lazy, call it being a fake or a fraud but please, realize that along with those things you must call it a few very specific and important things…
Call is successful…
Call it intelligent…
Call it reality…
Because at least I am living in this world, at least I don’t make up stories about my opponent coming after my girlfriend and attacking her. You want to see what lies under this mask, then man up and take it off me… Most likely you won’t though because, quite frankly… You are too soft…
Now there is something you can suck
{Scene opens to Gib’s house, he is packing a bag in his room, in his hand is a pair of tights, down one side of the tights the word “Rock” is written, on the other side a giant hand with the index finger and pinky finger stretched into the air, giving the metal sign. He sighs, looking at these tights, remembering the battles with Dusty Rhodes, remembering the wars with Antonio Inoki, the tag team championships with Dr. Death. He remembers his epic wars with the Punisher and Adam Knite, he remembers the great times. Then he shoves the tights into his bag, his face cracking into a smile as Zelda comes into the room.}
Zelda: We have to leave soon Dad… Are you ready?
Gib: Just about honey, I wanted to give you something….
{He reaches under the bed and pulls out a cigar box. He puts it on the bed and then very gently he starts to open it, inside are knick knacks from the past. From inside the bag he pulls a wristband… The wrist band is dingy and worn out}
Gib: 25 years ago I wrestled a match with a man named Mr. Pogo. This guy was a monster, I was sent over as a huge American with endless power that was unstoppable. It was supposed to be like a show of good faith, two countries with some amazing talents, an olive branch of sorts between two promotions…
Zelda: Let me guess Dad, it was a five star match and the sunset and you two rode horses into the twilight.
Gib: What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea who Mr. Pogo is?
Zelda: Uhhh… no.
Gib: Well I didn’t either. This dude came to the ring and he tried to stab me with a scythe, like a real gardening tool. He stabbed me with a scythe, he hit me with a lightbulb, he wrapped barbedwire around himself and then ran into me. This dude was a crazy son of a bitch, I freakin’ rolled him up, got the pin and high tailed out of the crazy place… Never went back either.
Zelda: Ok…
Gib: So anyway… This wristband was from that night, I wore it on a night I nearly died, and well, I think it must have some good luck on it because as you can see, there isn’t any blood on that, and there was a lot of blood in that ring.
{Zelda smiles}
Zelda: Thanks dad… Hey what are these?
{She pulls the tights out of the bag and holds them up}
Gib: They are a piece of the past that I might need again…
{Zelda holds them up and starts pumping her fist as the scene fades}
See Rob you think I feel jaded or wronged and I don’t. I have come to terms with the things in my life, I have grown and changed. I have done horrible things and I have done wonderful things but everything I have done, I have done with everything I have. That is one thing I can truly say.
You are a failure…
You couldn’t even kill yourself properly.
And so we walk towards that great night, and neither of us will go gently. Neither of us will travel gently into that good death… You think you have exposed me for being a fraud, but no one took the Harold thing seriously anyway. Now, it is just a mask, just something to wear to remind people of their true nature, does it remind you Rob?
Or are you too ignorant to see what has been in front of you? Just when you thought you found the answers, you realized the questions were wrong. And now you must start over, and I fear that your mind is too feeble to get it this time.
See Rob, when you look at a tree, you see the surface, you see branches and bark, you see leaves and sticks but you ignore the roots that lie underneath it.
I am the roots.
And this weekend, you can come to the ring to fight a fake monster that did nothing to Zelda that never spoke ill of her that never laid his hands on her. And you can come with your longsword +2 and smite me.
Or you can put your kool-aid down and join reality.
I may not be the original Harold…
But that doesn’t make me any less dangerous…