Post by Shane Hunt on Mar 29, 2013 19:17:35 GMT -6
It's moments after my match against A.C. Douglas, a match which I lost. As you can imagine, I'm not happy about losing the match. In the locker room arena, alone. My kit bag lays on top of a steel chair, and I stand by it.
" Damn it! I can't believe I lost to that kid. "
I take off my elbow pads, and throw them into my bag. As I pull a T-shirt out of the bag and put it over my head, Paul Star walks into the room. I slip my arms through the holes in my T-shirt, then shoot my eyes in the direction of Paul. I sharply stare at him as he opens his mouth and speaks.
" Hey man, how you doing? " asks Paul, although it's obvious what the answer to that question is just by looking at the anger etched upon my face.
" I'm livid! I should never have lost against A.C. Douglas. I'm superior than him in every way. He's a punk, and I should have disposed of him in seconds. I didn't though. I messed up, and it cost me. "
I kick the steel chair over, and the contents of my bag fly out as it hits the floor. Paul's eyes widen, as he watches me loose it.
" Calm down mate! You had a lot of ring rust to shake off, and the main thing is that you had an opportunity to do that tonight. Yeah, you lost, but before you made that mistake you were doing great. "
I shake my head, disagreeing with what Paul said.
" I didn't do well enough. In my mind, a loss is a loss, regardless of my performance. My next match, I will right this terrible mistake by beating whoever they put me up against... "
It's at this point the camera fades quickly to black.
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" I meant what I said, when I said I'd right the mistake I made my beating my next opponent, regardless of who it was. "
These are my first words as the scene opens, and I'm standing in the kitchen of my house. I finished my daily workout about five minutes ago, and have a bottle in my hand which contains chocolate protein shake. I take a gulp of the shake, then continue speaking.
" So, the next opponent I've been picked to face is none other than a former NCW champion, Rob Diamond. Welcome back to NCW, Rob, and well done on your "big win" last week against Mike Laszlo. The kid gave you a run for your money, but in the end you were JUST able to beat him. Shame really, as I think he outperformed you up to the point where you got lucky and locked in the submission move. Anyway, a win's a win, even if you did wrestle like crap. "
I smirk, take another gulp of my shake, then go on.
" Now, I'd like to get a couple of things straight before I talk about our match. For starters, I was not addicted to drugs while I was away from NCW. If you must know, I was addicted to alcohol. I drowned my sorrows after I got injured, but at no point did I ever touch drugs. I have never and will never touch them either. That includes steroids, which you accused me of taking. I don't need steroids. I much prefer to work my ass off to achieve this... "
I put my protein shake down. Rolling my left T-shirt sleeve up to my shoulder, I flex my massive biceps to show just how hard I work out. Beeds of sweat drip off my arm as I do so.
" You see that? After I got off the alcohol, I committed myself to getting back into top physical condition, and there's the results right there. It's called hard work and dedication, something you lack when it comes to your own body. Looking at that pot belly and those weedy little arms, it clear to see you're miles away from that "picture perfect body" you say you have. Hell, if that's a picture perfect body, I'm fine staying imperfect! "
I take one last look at my own impressive bicep and smile contently, then lower my arm to my side.
" The second thing I have to talk about is you, and the fact you're bull****ing everyone who watches NCW. You can cut the crap now, because nobody believes anything you say. You make out like you left NCW to explore pastures new, but I remember it a completely different way. I remember when you left, and under what circumstances. "
I grab my shake, drink the last of it, then put down the empty bottle. I then go on to explain how Rob truly left NCW the last time.
" It was around Time To Riot 2012. Days before the Pay Per View took place, you came out with this pre-planned excuse just incase you failed to win the Riot match. Being the pathetic excuse for a human being that you are, you may as well have just said "If I lose, it's my dead childs fault". You didn't say that, but it was definitely implied. You then went on a tirade about how you didn't care about the Riot match. You said you didn't care about preparing for the Riot match as well. Hell, you even said you didn't care about NCW. A few nights later though, you entered the ring for the Riot match you supposedly didn't care about. I watched that match, and I didn't see someone who didn't give a crap. I saw Rob Diamond, someone who wanted to win the match, but who'd already got his excuses prepared just incase he failed. "
I take a deep breath, getting ready to speak on.
" Oh, and you did fail, didn't you Rob? You failed miserably, barely able to last twenty minutes before you were dispatched my Andrew Jacobsen. After that night, you disappeared without a trace. You didn't even give a farewell speech, which surprised many given how loud mouthed and opinionated you usually are. It didn't surprised me in the slightest though. I was one of the few who knew why you went without so much as a goodbye. You wanted that Riot match win so much more than you made out, but you just weren't good enough to get it. You couldn't win the big one, so you threw all your toys out of your pram and stormed out of the company. "
I slowly nod my head and grin, knowing what I'm saying is the truth, as much as Rob hates to admit it.
" You went around the wrestling scene wrestling unknown greats, you say? Well, that's bull**** as well, isn't it? "
A momentary pause, just so the question can be digested properly by Rob.
" What you really did was find some bottom tier wrestling promotions, and dominate their young, talentless wrestlers just so you could say you were top somewhere, even if it wasn't NCW. You did it to massage your ego, which took a massive knock when you didn't win the Riot match. You did it so you could claim to have continued wrestling while you were away from NCW, when in reality all you did was kick the crap out of some poor kids who weren't even properly trained. "
I slowly shake my head from side to side, raising an eyebrow in disgust as I do so.
" You see Rob, I know the truth about you. You say that when you've been to the top of the mountain, you're not allowed days off, excuses, or failure. The thing is, you somehow managed all three in one short space of time. You somehow managed to go from Rob Diamond, NCW champion to, Rob Diamond, the has-been in the space of six months. If that isn't failure, I don't know what is. "
I move on from the past, and to the present.
" Let's talk now about impact. You talk about the legends of the company, and how they make an impact. Well how about this for an impact? This weekend at Collision, I'll take a former World champion, completely dominate him in the ring, and leave him looking as weak as he did when he tucked his tail between his legs and ran away from NCW little over a year ago. I'll take Rob "The Failure" Diamond... Or should that be Rob "The Has-Been" Diamond? Either or both, it doesn't matter. I'll still take you, and throw you around the ring like "some sort of Incredible Hulk Wannabe". Then, after I've broken you down to the point where you wish you were still wrestling kids in some ones backyard, I'll Wolf Bomb the f*** out of you in the middle of the ring. After all that, it'll be a simple case of pinning you and getting myself the victory without breaking a sweat, while you're laying on the mat trying to think up some excuse why you lost this one. Don't try and blame your dead child though, as that ones been done already! "
I scowl at the camera, and say one final thing.
" Rob Diamond, come Sunday you WILL be victimized! "
Snarling at the camera, I raise my hand to my throat and run my index finger across it to signify a throat being cut. As I continue staring intently at the camera, it fades to black.
" Damn it! I can't believe I lost to that kid. "
I take off my elbow pads, and throw them into my bag. As I pull a T-shirt out of the bag and put it over my head, Paul Star walks into the room. I slip my arms through the holes in my T-shirt, then shoot my eyes in the direction of Paul. I sharply stare at him as he opens his mouth and speaks.
" Hey man, how you doing? " asks Paul, although it's obvious what the answer to that question is just by looking at the anger etched upon my face.
" I'm livid! I should never have lost against A.C. Douglas. I'm superior than him in every way. He's a punk, and I should have disposed of him in seconds. I didn't though. I messed up, and it cost me. "
I kick the steel chair over, and the contents of my bag fly out as it hits the floor. Paul's eyes widen, as he watches me loose it.
" Calm down mate! You had a lot of ring rust to shake off, and the main thing is that you had an opportunity to do that tonight. Yeah, you lost, but before you made that mistake you were doing great. "
I shake my head, disagreeing with what Paul said.
" I didn't do well enough. In my mind, a loss is a loss, regardless of my performance. My next match, I will right this terrible mistake by beating whoever they put me up against... "
It's at this point the camera fades quickly to black.
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" I meant what I said, when I said I'd right the mistake I made my beating my next opponent, regardless of who it was. "
These are my first words as the scene opens, and I'm standing in the kitchen of my house. I finished my daily workout about five minutes ago, and have a bottle in my hand which contains chocolate protein shake. I take a gulp of the shake, then continue speaking.
" So, the next opponent I've been picked to face is none other than a former NCW champion, Rob Diamond. Welcome back to NCW, Rob, and well done on your "big win" last week against Mike Laszlo. The kid gave you a run for your money, but in the end you were JUST able to beat him. Shame really, as I think he outperformed you up to the point where you got lucky and locked in the submission move. Anyway, a win's a win, even if you did wrestle like crap. "
I smirk, take another gulp of my shake, then go on.
" Now, I'd like to get a couple of things straight before I talk about our match. For starters, I was not addicted to drugs while I was away from NCW. If you must know, I was addicted to alcohol. I drowned my sorrows after I got injured, but at no point did I ever touch drugs. I have never and will never touch them either. That includes steroids, which you accused me of taking. I don't need steroids. I much prefer to work my ass off to achieve this... "
I put my protein shake down. Rolling my left T-shirt sleeve up to my shoulder, I flex my massive biceps to show just how hard I work out. Beeds of sweat drip off my arm as I do so.
" You see that? After I got off the alcohol, I committed myself to getting back into top physical condition, and there's the results right there. It's called hard work and dedication, something you lack when it comes to your own body. Looking at that pot belly and those weedy little arms, it clear to see you're miles away from that "picture perfect body" you say you have. Hell, if that's a picture perfect body, I'm fine staying imperfect! "
I take one last look at my own impressive bicep and smile contently, then lower my arm to my side.
" The second thing I have to talk about is you, and the fact you're bull****ing everyone who watches NCW. You can cut the crap now, because nobody believes anything you say. You make out like you left NCW to explore pastures new, but I remember it a completely different way. I remember when you left, and under what circumstances. "
I grab my shake, drink the last of it, then put down the empty bottle. I then go on to explain how Rob truly left NCW the last time.
" It was around Time To Riot 2012. Days before the Pay Per View took place, you came out with this pre-planned excuse just incase you failed to win the Riot match. Being the pathetic excuse for a human being that you are, you may as well have just said "If I lose, it's my dead childs fault". You didn't say that, but it was definitely implied. You then went on a tirade about how you didn't care about the Riot match. You said you didn't care about preparing for the Riot match as well. Hell, you even said you didn't care about NCW. A few nights later though, you entered the ring for the Riot match you supposedly didn't care about. I watched that match, and I didn't see someone who didn't give a crap. I saw Rob Diamond, someone who wanted to win the match, but who'd already got his excuses prepared just incase he failed. "
I take a deep breath, getting ready to speak on.
" Oh, and you did fail, didn't you Rob? You failed miserably, barely able to last twenty minutes before you were dispatched my Andrew Jacobsen. After that night, you disappeared without a trace. You didn't even give a farewell speech, which surprised many given how loud mouthed and opinionated you usually are. It didn't surprised me in the slightest though. I was one of the few who knew why you went without so much as a goodbye. You wanted that Riot match win so much more than you made out, but you just weren't good enough to get it. You couldn't win the big one, so you threw all your toys out of your pram and stormed out of the company. "
I slowly nod my head and grin, knowing what I'm saying is the truth, as much as Rob hates to admit it.
" You went around the wrestling scene wrestling unknown greats, you say? Well, that's bull**** as well, isn't it? "
A momentary pause, just so the question can be digested properly by Rob.
" What you really did was find some bottom tier wrestling promotions, and dominate their young, talentless wrestlers just so you could say you were top somewhere, even if it wasn't NCW. You did it to massage your ego, which took a massive knock when you didn't win the Riot match. You did it so you could claim to have continued wrestling while you were away from NCW, when in reality all you did was kick the crap out of some poor kids who weren't even properly trained. "
I slowly shake my head from side to side, raising an eyebrow in disgust as I do so.
" You see Rob, I know the truth about you. You say that when you've been to the top of the mountain, you're not allowed days off, excuses, or failure. The thing is, you somehow managed all three in one short space of time. You somehow managed to go from Rob Diamond, NCW champion to, Rob Diamond, the has-been in the space of six months. If that isn't failure, I don't know what is. "
I move on from the past, and to the present.
" Let's talk now about impact. You talk about the legends of the company, and how they make an impact. Well how about this for an impact? This weekend at Collision, I'll take a former World champion, completely dominate him in the ring, and leave him looking as weak as he did when he tucked his tail between his legs and ran away from NCW little over a year ago. I'll take Rob "The Failure" Diamond... Or should that be Rob "The Has-Been" Diamond? Either or both, it doesn't matter. I'll still take you, and throw you around the ring like "some sort of Incredible Hulk Wannabe". Then, after I've broken you down to the point where you wish you were still wrestling kids in some ones backyard, I'll Wolf Bomb the f*** out of you in the middle of the ring. After all that, it'll be a simple case of pinning you and getting myself the victory without breaking a sweat, while you're laying on the mat trying to think up some excuse why you lost this one. Don't try and blame your dead child though, as that ones been done already! "
I scowl at the camera, and say one final thing.
" Rob Diamond, come Sunday you WILL be victimized! "
Snarling at the camera, I raise my hand to my throat and run my index finger across it to signify a throat being cut. As I continue staring intently at the camera, it fades to black.