Post by Rob Diamond on May 8, 2008 5:49:49 GMT -6
We open up inside of the Mohegan Sun Casino. Looking around, there are allot of people here. Some gambling, some just here for a show. As we make our way onto the floor, we spot a familiar face. There, off in the corner... Rob Diamond is sitting. Rob seems to be playing Texas Hold'em. We approach. Rob is dressed very fine today. Complete with a blue silk shirt, and very nice dress pants. Acompanied by the shiniest pair of shoes you have ever seen. Rob is holding his cards, looking to his three oponents at the table. A small bead of sweat drips down his face. His opponents are starring bullets at Diamond. Each one is prepared to take all his money. The first man puts in his bet, he smiles. The second one matches, as does the third...
I'm all in...
Rob pushes all his chips in. The others look suddenly nervous. This small town kid just raised them well over ten thousand dollars. Each one is shocked, but each one matches his bet. Rob sits now, the cocky smile on his face. Each of the three of them lay down their cards. The second guy had it won. But Rob slowly lowers his hand. The three are now very anxious... Rob puts the cards down... Their jaws drop in shock as Rob has laid out an impossible hand...
That's right... Two Kings of Diamonds... Pay it up...
With those simple words Rob's day dream comes to an immediate and abrupt halt as...
ROB!!!! WAKE UP!!!
Rob suddenly shots awake. He's looking all around, very confused as to where he is. Then it all comes back to him. He's in his mother's kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table. He looks down, a deck of cards is in the center of the table. In his hands are roughly 13 more cards. His mother sits across from him holding maybe six cards. Rob isn't wearing the out fit he had on in his day dream. Now he is wearing a Social Distortion T-shirt and black running pants. Again, his mom gets his attention.
Robbie, dear. Do you have any threes?
The odd question confuses him for a moment, but he quickly remembers why she asked.
Yes.
He hands her a three of clubs. She takes four cards and places them down. Now she only has three cards left.
Your turn baby.
Rob gazes over his cards and looks to the pile. He hesitates...
Do you have any fives?
Go Fish.
Dang it...
Watch that tongue mister.
Sorry Ma.
Rob reaches over to the pile of cards and pulls one out. His hand growing ever bigger. His mother prepares to ask for her next card.
Do you have any kings?
Man...
Rob hands over three kings. She places them down. Now she only has two cards left. Before Rob gets the chance to ask the Cantina Theme from Star Wars begins to play. Rob fondles around in his pants and pulls out his phone. He looks down, then up to his mom.
Excuse me for a minute Ma?
Hurry back sweet heart.
Rob gets up from the table and heads out through the sliding door onto the porch. He answers the phone. We go all split screen, and on the right side we can see Tyler Jacobs who is talking into a blue tooth back in his office.
Jacobs: Rob man, you ready for this week end?
Of course. I'm looking forward to it actually.
Jacobs: Glad to hear it. Look, if you need anything...
For Talon? I'm pretty sure I can handle him on my own. But it's nice to know you guys got my back.
Jacobs: You sure? Angel is still pretty pissed off at you. I wouldn't put it past him to try something. We could always arrange some more stipulations, swing things in our favor?
I do really appreciate the offer. But I feel it is high time NCW saw what Rob Diamond is capable of. Besides, I know what Talon can do. I've seen his matches from the PWW. It's nothing spectacular. Just a bigger version of Falcon. Their names are even similar.
Jacobs: If you need anything just call. But before I go. You gotta do me a favor this sunday. You gotta hurt Talon. Hurt him real bad. I want to one by one eliminate all of Angel's friends, until he's the last one left standing, then we take him out too. You understand Rob?
No problem boss.
Jacobs: Cool. I'll talk to you later.
Diamond hangs up his phone and slides it back in his pocket. For a few moments he just looks into the camera....
Talon. I don't know what clever little poker reference your going to use on me, and it really doesn't matter. Besides, I ahve a reference for you. I'm sure you saw me playing Go Fish in there with my mom. I'm sure you think that it was funny, and I'm a dork. Maybe your right, maybe I am a dork. But, while I was playing Go Fish it came to me... your the Joker. Not the super cool villain from The Dark Knight, which by the way is going to rock. No, your the Joker in a deck of cards. Cool looking card, but pretty much completely useless in almost any game.
Rob takes a few steps closer to the camera.
I know what your saying. That was pretty mean for me, right? Well, as it turns out, I'm not such a nice guy. All of NCW wanted to make fun of me, and call me names. They all thought I was this big goof. Angel's lackey. I heard the laughter, ther rumors, they weren't funny. And now, now they say the same thing, except now I'm Spike's lackey. I just can't win. But whats funny, neither can you. Now your Angel's lackey. Your in the position I was in. Your firmly stuck in Angel's shadow with no where to go.
Rob gets this sort of cocky grin, which looks completely stupid.
The Social Enemies are quite the collection of talent. Angel, Everyman, Falcon... Impressive. Then there is you. I'm not really positive where you fit into the group. It's kind of like the X-Men... Which would make you Jubilee... "Whatch out Villains, I've got Razzle Dazzle!" Your like the reject in a group of rejects. Why did they even let you in, to fetch them coffee? What good are you in a fight? Just like Jubilee, your kind of cool looking, but again, what do you do? What do you add? I'm sorry to be so mean Talon, but your like Robin's Robin. Angel replaced me with you. He replaced Wolverine with Jubilee. Yes, I consider myself Wolverine. Why? Becuse he's awesome, that's why.
Rob goes back to the sliding door.
Sunday, you and I in a street fight. Wolverine VS Jubilee. How do you think it's going to go? Snikit, snikit... Punk...
Rob goes back inside, his mom is now preparing him some hot chocolate. The two sit back down at the table, as she rubs his head. They continue their game of Go Fish as we fade out to black.
I'm all in...
Rob pushes all his chips in. The others look suddenly nervous. This small town kid just raised them well over ten thousand dollars. Each one is shocked, but each one matches his bet. Rob sits now, the cocky smile on his face. Each of the three of them lay down their cards. The second guy had it won. But Rob slowly lowers his hand. The three are now very anxious... Rob puts the cards down... Their jaws drop in shock as Rob has laid out an impossible hand...
That's right... Two Kings of Diamonds... Pay it up...
With those simple words Rob's day dream comes to an immediate and abrupt halt as...
ROB!!!! WAKE UP!!!
Rob suddenly shots awake. He's looking all around, very confused as to where he is. Then it all comes back to him. He's in his mother's kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen table. He looks down, a deck of cards is in the center of the table. In his hands are roughly 13 more cards. His mother sits across from him holding maybe six cards. Rob isn't wearing the out fit he had on in his day dream. Now he is wearing a Social Distortion T-shirt and black running pants. Again, his mom gets his attention.
Robbie, dear. Do you have any threes?
The odd question confuses him for a moment, but he quickly remembers why she asked.
Yes.
He hands her a three of clubs. She takes four cards and places them down. Now she only has three cards left.
Your turn baby.
Rob gazes over his cards and looks to the pile. He hesitates...
Do you have any fives?
Go Fish.
Dang it...
Watch that tongue mister.
Sorry Ma.
Rob reaches over to the pile of cards and pulls one out. His hand growing ever bigger. His mother prepares to ask for her next card.
Do you have any kings?
Man...
Rob hands over three kings. She places them down. Now she only has two cards left. Before Rob gets the chance to ask the Cantina Theme from Star Wars begins to play. Rob fondles around in his pants and pulls out his phone. He looks down, then up to his mom.
Excuse me for a minute Ma?
Hurry back sweet heart.
Rob gets up from the table and heads out through the sliding door onto the porch. He answers the phone. We go all split screen, and on the right side we can see Tyler Jacobs who is talking into a blue tooth back in his office.
Jacobs: Rob man, you ready for this week end?
Of course. I'm looking forward to it actually.
Jacobs: Glad to hear it. Look, if you need anything...
For Talon? I'm pretty sure I can handle him on my own. But it's nice to know you guys got my back.
Jacobs: You sure? Angel is still pretty pissed off at you. I wouldn't put it past him to try something. We could always arrange some more stipulations, swing things in our favor?
I do really appreciate the offer. But I feel it is high time NCW saw what Rob Diamond is capable of. Besides, I know what Talon can do. I've seen his matches from the PWW. It's nothing spectacular. Just a bigger version of Falcon. Their names are even similar.
Jacobs: If you need anything just call. But before I go. You gotta do me a favor this sunday. You gotta hurt Talon. Hurt him real bad. I want to one by one eliminate all of Angel's friends, until he's the last one left standing, then we take him out too. You understand Rob?
No problem boss.
Jacobs: Cool. I'll talk to you later.
Diamond hangs up his phone and slides it back in his pocket. For a few moments he just looks into the camera....
Talon. I don't know what clever little poker reference your going to use on me, and it really doesn't matter. Besides, I ahve a reference for you. I'm sure you saw me playing Go Fish in there with my mom. I'm sure you think that it was funny, and I'm a dork. Maybe your right, maybe I am a dork. But, while I was playing Go Fish it came to me... your the Joker. Not the super cool villain from The Dark Knight, which by the way is going to rock. No, your the Joker in a deck of cards. Cool looking card, but pretty much completely useless in almost any game.
Rob takes a few steps closer to the camera.
I know what your saying. That was pretty mean for me, right? Well, as it turns out, I'm not such a nice guy. All of NCW wanted to make fun of me, and call me names. They all thought I was this big goof. Angel's lackey. I heard the laughter, ther rumors, they weren't funny. And now, now they say the same thing, except now I'm Spike's lackey. I just can't win. But whats funny, neither can you. Now your Angel's lackey. Your in the position I was in. Your firmly stuck in Angel's shadow with no where to go.
Rob gets this sort of cocky grin, which looks completely stupid.
The Social Enemies are quite the collection of talent. Angel, Everyman, Falcon... Impressive. Then there is you. I'm not really positive where you fit into the group. It's kind of like the X-Men... Which would make you Jubilee... "Whatch out Villains, I've got Razzle Dazzle!" Your like the reject in a group of rejects. Why did they even let you in, to fetch them coffee? What good are you in a fight? Just like Jubilee, your kind of cool looking, but again, what do you do? What do you add? I'm sorry to be so mean Talon, but your like Robin's Robin. Angel replaced me with you. He replaced Wolverine with Jubilee. Yes, I consider myself Wolverine. Why? Becuse he's awesome, that's why.
Rob goes back to the sliding door.
Sunday, you and I in a street fight. Wolverine VS Jubilee. How do you think it's going to go? Snikit, snikit... Punk...
Rob goes back inside, his mom is now preparing him some hot chocolate. The two sit back down at the table, as she rubs his head. They continue their game of Go Fish as we fade out to black.