Post by Diamond's Incorporated on Jun 12, 2008 5:43:12 GMT -6
With a job well done, and a city once again safe, our hero now has some time to sit back and relax. However, he won't have the opportunity to enjoy it for long. A storm approaches, called the Social Enemies, specifically Falcon and Talon. Alone, either of these men are more than capable o bringing a nation to it's knees, together they are damn near unstoppable. It is these two men that are coming for Rob and Chris Diamond. These two super villains who want nothing more than to bring pain and heart ache to our hero.
Alas, they shall not succeed, not this time, not like before. In their last two exchanges Talon manged to defeat Rob Diamond, but that was before his older brother came to help him out. Diamond's Incorporated, Social Distortion, a true force for justice. No longer will people have to run in terror of the Social Enemies for it is these two brother's who will save us all.
A date has been set. A date where these two forces will meet up and do battle as it should be done, with honor and pride. These two forces will meet face to face and finally Rob Diamond will pay back his arch nemesis Talon. Finally the whole world will see these two men for what they are, low down, dirty, rotten, villains. They us the facade of good to do their master's dirty work. They point the finger at everyone else while they themselves run wild. Absolute power, but no more. They did not count of Chris Diamond, on Maniac. They did not count on how strong of a hero Rob can be. They did not count on Rob mounting a come back. All they counted was how good and how powerful they believe themselves to be. For that they will pay.
Their arrogance has carried them this far, but no farther.
A crowd of people are walking down the street, hundreds and hundreds. At the very front are Rob and Chris Diamond. This mob heads to wards the ultimate battle of good and evil, and as you can see the people have chosen to fight for whats good, for what is right. No longer will Falcon and Talon's lies deceive them. This war ends Sunday, and it ends with Diamond's Incorporated celebrating their first tag team victory over two of the most evil men on this planet. Even worse than Emperor Palpetine.
The mob scene slowly fades out. A new scene comes into view. Rob Diamond and Maniac sitting in two arm chairs side by side, Rob on the left, Maniac on the right, and a table just to Maniac's right. On the other said of the table is another chair. Just above the table is a flat screen TV that reads "nCw Presents Picture Perfect." Maniac and Rob seem to be getting a little impatient and decide to make conversation.
"You decide who your voting for?"
"Not yet, you?"
"I don't know, I think on the way home I'll check in on Rush and see what he thinks, you know?"
"Limbaugh?"
"Yeah. I like hearing what he thinks you know? Get a good feel for all both the candidates."
"Your kidding me?"
"No."
"He's like the most biased talk show host of all time. All he does is push Republicans."
"Actually, he doesn't care much for John McCain."
"And I'm sure he hates Obama."
"I wouldn't say hate, strongly disagrees with pretty much all of his views."
"And that's the guy you turn to to help you decide who to vote for?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Never mind, just seems kind of odd is all."
"Where do you get your political insight from?"
"The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and the Colbert Report, where else?"
"Ahh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"WHAT!?"
"That just seems a little low brow is all. You know, something "lower" class people would do, like Talon."
"Their funny, and they bring up allot of good points. Personally I wish Gore was running."
"Gore? BwaHAHAHAHA!"
Maniac shots up from his chair.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm sure his whole "lock box" idea would have worked fine."
"How about you change the subject before I lock you in your gay little toy box just like I used to when we were kids?"
Rob's face goes white.
”Could we please not talk about that, I still have nightmares about being trapped in that box with you sitting on top of it pretending to be Boba Fett bringing the frozen Han Solo to Jabba the Hutt.
“Ahh, good times.”
“For you.”
“Exactly, the only kind that matter.”
“Man, where is Chad Lights? We’re supposed to be doing an interview segment about our match and he’s not even here yet. He’s like a half an hour late.”
“I know, that’s why I had them turn on the cameras, so at least that way we could cut a promo about Falcon and Talon.”
“Why… didn’t you tell me they were on?”
“Sometimes I like to watch you make an ass of yourself in front of a few million people.”
“I have nothing left to say to you.”
“Well, you better have something to say to the people watching cause I’m going to have a smoke.”
Maniac reaches down and picks up a Budweiser bottle and his pack of cigarettes. He gets up out of the chair and walks off camera. Rob Diamond is still sitting there, fidgeting.
“For about the past month I have been feuding with a man named Talon, a man who on two occasions has managed to beat me, a man who has his heart set on teaching me some foolish lesson, a man who blindly follows his leader Angel, even if Angel is only leading them to their biggest defeat ever.”
“Talon, I’m sure you have nothing left to say to me anymore, I’m sure your sitting where ever you are pondering what your precious little promo is going to be about. The thing is Talon, the reason you have nothing left to say is because everything you have said is a lie. A bold faced lie and you know. You’ve always known it. That’s why you need to beat me so badly, that’s why you think you need to school me in the ways of the Social Enemies. You know that everything you’ve said to me is just one giant lie.”
“Talon you have done a good job thus far fooling everyone, making them believe that you are far superior to me, and that your band of hooligans is going to win out. But that is all it ever was, you were fooling them. It’s not going to happen, it can’t. Do you even read comics, every story eventually has a happy ending. The good guys always end up on top. You my friend are going to fail one way or the other.”
“In our first encounter you prided yourself on being Gambit. Let me ask you where is Gambit now? You joined up with the Marauders, led an attack against the X-Men to get the last mutant baby, and what happened? They lost. Gambit lost. Gambit chose the wrong side, because we all know the Marauders are the bad guys. Just like you. Your Gambit, Angel is Sinister because he is evil, Everyman is by default Mystique, because he is everyman and she can be anyone, leaving little blue bird, Falcon. Who I would have to say is the Lady Mastermind of your group. Why? I don't know, he's emo.”
"Your going to come back at me with some witty little promo and some lame reference, save the time Talon. I'm not listening anymore. I'm focused on this tag match, because we need to win. While you and yours are running around trying to kill the last mutant child, Social Distortion and I are trying to spread peace and justice through nCw before it finds itself in shambles. Personally I am offended that you do not care more for the company that hired and offer your assistance in it's protection. It's beyond me why you'd rather try to cripple or conquer. Maybe your just as evil as Angel himself."
Diamond reaches down and picks up a bottle of water. He takes a long swig from it.
"In turn I now come to Falcon. Falcon I don't have a real lot to say to you, my fight isn't with you. I'm thinking you don't even really want to be where you are. I'm thinking your just a victim of circumstance. You joined up because you wanted to fight for what you believe in, thinking Angel had the same view, but now you find yourself fighting on the wrong side and it's too late to pull out. I understand your conviction, you've always been the good guy in a stable full of heels. I could be silly and offer you a spot with the good guys, but I know you Falcon, your pride wouldn't allow you to accept my offer. Your an unwilling participant to the war that is going on here. You and I both know you'd rather be running with Maniac anyways."
"I'm curious, does it bother you that much that Maniac stands with Spike? Were you really that hurt? Did you expect anything less? Don't tell me it didn't bother you, it did. I can tell Falcon. I can see it when you talk about him, it truly hurt you that Maniac joined with us, instead of helping you. You need to understand Falcon, it wasn't that he wanted to hurt you, it was just something unfortunate that happened. You and I know my brother can be a little careless. I'm sure it wasn't his intention to send you into a little emo rage. If he could do it again, he may do it different, call you up before hand, offer you a spot to come roll with us. Though I'm pretty sure you wouldn't take it."
"Your one of those people who likes to stick with a decision once you've made it, no matter how wrong you are. I can appreciate your will, I can respect your in ring ability, and heck, I even kind of enjoy your promos, but Sunday Falcon, your going to be standing in my way. Blocking me from doing something that has been a long time coming for Talon. I'm not your whipping boy, I'm not Spike's. With my brother Maniac, the two of us are going to run through this roster until we have the tag team titles around our waists. This Sunday Falcon, the Social Enemies will fight their last battles. Angel is going to lose to Xavier. JFK will destroy Everyman for the second time. And the two of you, you never even stood a chance."
Maniac comes strutting back into the room and sits down in his chair. He leans forward, left elbow on his left knee, hand bracing his head. Then he sits up a little.
"I guess it's my turn now. So where do I begin. I could start with the obvious, Falcon, I could just jump right in an hammer the **** out of him with my words, or could I take the easy road and go for Talon. Which I'm going to tell you right now, he's REALLY easy to make fun of. It's pretty much all we used to do back in the day. Send his bitch ass out, get us pancakes, waffles, burgers, smokes, beer, all the while the rest of us would just sit around and make fun of his corny ass. Always talking about how awesome poker is, and how when he's done wrestling he's going to be an actor just like the Rock. God, sometimes it was just too much fun. I almost felt bad for the kid, then again, he did it to himself."
"Actor? That little piss ant can't even cut a good promo without coming off like he's reading cue cards. He's all like."
"HALT! Evil doer guy.... uhhh... LINE!?"
"And their all like, READ THE CUE CARS YOU ****ING IDIOT! It's actually kind of funny when you consider the fact that he can't read, or can he? Who knows? What I do know is Talon's whole little acting thing is a joke. The freaking loser hasn't even had one *** damn starring role. And no Talon, gay porn does not count. Any movie I've seen you in your always some random extra who gets killed, dismembered, just standing in the background, or your scene are cut out of the movie entirely."
"For example, I heard you were in Cloverfield, but your scene was so horrible that they decided to just cut the scene and throw it out. I had heard you played some random guy in the background eating a big mac, but you kept choking on the burger, or something stupid like that."
"Then I'm told you were supposed to be in Clerks 2, but Kevin Smith decided he wanted a real donkey for the part of Kelly and just never called you back. Which I'm sure you cried about endlessly for weeks. God knows you love a good donkey show, you sick bastard."
"How could I forget your big part in the blockbuster event of last summer, 300? What a fool I am, that was like your biggest role, right? Who did you play? Damn, I know this. Oh wait, I got it. You played one of the corpses in the tree, right? Yeah, that was it. You played a corpse and from what I hear it was your most convincing performance ever."
"Amazing you can't act for ****, yet you play dead like a pro. Almost like you've been dead your whole life, like it just comes naturally to you. Which of course this Sunday your going to need a talent like that. Mainly because there isn't much else to do when your laying flat on your back the entire match taking the *** damn beating of a life time. You know what I mean Talon? Don't get me wrong, I'm gonna beat on Falcon too, but I've actually been looking forward to this for years. You have no idea how many times I just wanted to slap the damn taste out of your mouth. All those times you ****ed up my coffee, bought me the wrong cigarettes, MARLBORO MENTHOL LIGHTS ASSHOLE! It's pretty ****ing simple, the white box with the green markings. Instead this dip**** always bought me Winston's. Disgusting. And my coffee, ****ing medium regular, whats so tough? One time, he brought me a ****ing El Grande or whatever from Starbucks, the ****ing thing was like syrup there was so much sugar in there. You know what Talon, I'm glad I came back to wrestling, if only just to beat the **** out of you. Seriously, this is going to be allot of fun... For me."
Maniac stretches out his arms then cracks his neck.
"Now onto little boy blue. Falcon, where did I go wrong with you? Seriously. I thought back in PWW I had taught you to stand on your own two feet, don't take **** from anybody, and to be a good damn hell raiser. Then I come here, find you pussy footing around with Angel like his little side kick. Better than Talon, who would be a lackey, but your still a side kick. Your Robin to his Batman, as Rob would say. What the ****? I thought you were better than that. Christ, after I retired from PWW the Social Enemies disbanded and you finally kicked Talon to the curb, I thought we would finally see the Falcon we had all been waiting for. Then what happened? PWW closed, what did you do? You disappeared into the indy scene and ****ing stayed there. You hid from the real wrestling world, like a puss. You feuded with worthless **** heads like Showtime in high school *** damn gymnasiums. Are you kidding me asshole? Then what do you do? You see Angel came back to wrestling, that he wanted to give it one more go before he hung it up forever, so you come crawling out of the wood work and join the federation he's in. There are dozens of federations with TV deals, but you chose the one with him. You could have joined NMW, or even the fabled XHF, but no, you came to the one Angel was in. Why? Because you got a hard on for the guy. All you used to do back in the day was talk about how bad you wanted to fight Angel. What was it, you were like "I've beaten Ethanol, one of PWW's legendary Cruiser Weights, I only wish Fenix and Angel still wrestled so I could face them too." Something stupid as all hell like that. You called out PWW legends, so when Angel came back and declared war on you, you were like all shocked, your boy friend wanted to kick your ass. Atleast back then you stood up like a man and fought him, which you kind of did here, only difference is he beat you here, twice. Why? I'll tell you, because your *** damn puss now. Your not even half the Falcon I used to know. I bet you couldn't even beat Ethanol for the ninth time, or Dax Clark for that matter, or even Aaron "I'm a douche" Knight. You know what Falcon, why don't you just save the bitch fit and get your ass kicked on Sunday. You made your bed, lie in it. You joined up with the Epitome of Arrogance, you put aside your man hood to help him, and now your pissed off I don't want to play nice anymore. Back in the day, I was out for me, the Social Enemies did what I wanted to get to where wanted to be, now I'm here for Rob to help Rob get to where he needs to be, but apparently my last apprentice needs another lesson in being a real man, which I will of course be more than happy to kick the living **** out of you. Hey, how about next week on Collision, you and me, no dq, no count out, pin falls count anywhere? Just like you and Angel had back in PWW. Only difference is going to be, I will eat you alive. Allright.... I'm bored... Where the HELL is Chad Lights?!
Diamond shakes his head and shrugs as the screen reads "To be continued." Fade out.
Alas, they shall not succeed, not this time, not like before. In their last two exchanges Talon manged to defeat Rob Diamond, but that was before his older brother came to help him out. Diamond's Incorporated, Social Distortion, a true force for justice. No longer will people have to run in terror of the Social Enemies for it is these two brother's who will save us all.
A date has been set. A date where these two forces will meet up and do battle as it should be done, with honor and pride. These two forces will meet face to face and finally Rob Diamond will pay back his arch nemesis Talon. Finally the whole world will see these two men for what they are, low down, dirty, rotten, villains. They us the facade of good to do their master's dirty work. They point the finger at everyone else while they themselves run wild. Absolute power, but no more. They did not count of Chris Diamond, on Maniac. They did not count on how strong of a hero Rob can be. They did not count on Rob mounting a come back. All they counted was how good and how powerful they believe themselves to be. For that they will pay.
Their arrogance has carried them this far, but no farther.
A crowd of people are walking down the street, hundreds and hundreds. At the very front are Rob and Chris Diamond. This mob heads to wards the ultimate battle of good and evil, and as you can see the people have chosen to fight for whats good, for what is right. No longer will Falcon and Talon's lies deceive them. This war ends Sunday, and it ends with Diamond's Incorporated celebrating their first tag team victory over two of the most evil men on this planet. Even worse than Emperor Palpetine.
The mob scene slowly fades out. A new scene comes into view. Rob Diamond and Maniac sitting in two arm chairs side by side, Rob on the left, Maniac on the right, and a table just to Maniac's right. On the other said of the table is another chair. Just above the table is a flat screen TV that reads "nCw Presents Picture Perfect." Maniac and Rob seem to be getting a little impatient and decide to make conversation.
"You decide who your voting for?"
"Not yet, you?"
"I don't know, I think on the way home I'll check in on Rush and see what he thinks, you know?"
"Limbaugh?"
"Yeah. I like hearing what he thinks you know? Get a good feel for all both the candidates."
"Your kidding me?"
"No."
"He's like the most biased talk show host of all time. All he does is push Republicans."
"Actually, he doesn't care much for John McCain."
"And I'm sure he hates Obama."
"I wouldn't say hate, strongly disagrees with pretty much all of his views."
"And that's the guy you turn to to help you decide who to vote for?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Never mind, just seems kind of odd is all."
"Where do you get your political insight from?"
"The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and the Colbert Report, where else?"
"Ahh."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"WHAT!?"
"That just seems a little low brow is all. You know, something "lower" class people would do, like Talon."
"Their funny, and they bring up allot of good points. Personally I wish Gore was running."
"Gore? BwaHAHAHAHA!"
Maniac shots up from his chair.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm sure his whole "lock box" idea would have worked fine."
"How about you change the subject before I lock you in your gay little toy box just like I used to when we were kids?"
Rob's face goes white.
”Could we please not talk about that, I still have nightmares about being trapped in that box with you sitting on top of it pretending to be Boba Fett bringing the frozen Han Solo to Jabba the Hutt.
“Ahh, good times.”
“For you.”
“Exactly, the only kind that matter.”
“Man, where is Chad Lights? We’re supposed to be doing an interview segment about our match and he’s not even here yet. He’s like a half an hour late.”
“I know, that’s why I had them turn on the cameras, so at least that way we could cut a promo about Falcon and Talon.”
“Why… didn’t you tell me they were on?”
“Sometimes I like to watch you make an ass of yourself in front of a few million people.”
“I have nothing left to say to you.”
“Well, you better have something to say to the people watching cause I’m going to have a smoke.”
Maniac reaches down and picks up a Budweiser bottle and his pack of cigarettes. He gets up out of the chair and walks off camera. Rob Diamond is still sitting there, fidgeting.
“For about the past month I have been feuding with a man named Talon, a man who on two occasions has managed to beat me, a man who has his heart set on teaching me some foolish lesson, a man who blindly follows his leader Angel, even if Angel is only leading them to their biggest defeat ever.”
“Talon, I’m sure you have nothing left to say to me anymore, I’m sure your sitting where ever you are pondering what your precious little promo is going to be about. The thing is Talon, the reason you have nothing left to say is because everything you have said is a lie. A bold faced lie and you know. You’ve always known it. That’s why you need to beat me so badly, that’s why you think you need to school me in the ways of the Social Enemies. You know that everything you’ve said to me is just one giant lie.”
“Talon you have done a good job thus far fooling everyone, making them believe that you are far superior to me, and that your band of hooligans is going to win out. But that is all it ever was, you were fooling them. It’s not going to happen, it can’t. Do you even read comics, every story eventually has a happy ending. The good guys always end up on top. You my friend are going to fail one way or the other.”
“In our first encounter you prided yourself on being Gambit. Let me ask you where is Gambit now? You joined up with the Marauders, led an attack against the X-Men to get the last mutant baby, and what happened? They lost. Gambit lost. Gambit chose the wrong side, because we all know the Marauders are the bad guys. Just like you. Your Gambit, Angel is Sinister because he is evil, Everyman is by default Mystique, because he is everyman and she can be anyone, leaving little blue bird, Falcon. Who I would have to say is the Lady Mastermind of your group. Why? I don't know, he's emo.”
"Your going to come back at me with some witty little promo and some lame reference, save the time Talon. I'm not listening anymore. I'm focused on this tag match, because we need to win. While you and yours are running around trying to kill the last mutant child, Social Distortion and I are trying to spread peace and justice through nCw before it finds itself in shambles. Personally I am offended that you do not care more for the company that hired and offer your assistance in it's protection. It's beyond me why you'd rather try to cripple or conquer. Maybe your just as evil as Angel himself."
Diamond reaches down and picks up a bottle of water. He takes a long swig from it.
"In turn I now come to Falcon. Falcon I don't have a real lot to say to you, my fight isn't with you. I'm thinking you don't even really want to be where you are. I'm thinking your just a victim of circumstance. You joined up because you wanted to fight for what you believe in, thinking Angel had the same view, but now you find yourself fighting on the wrong side and it's too late to pull out. I understand your conviction, you've always been the good guy in a stable full of heels. I could be silly and offer you a spot with the good guys, but I know you Falcon, your pride wouldn't allow you to accept my offer. Your an unwilling participant to the war that is going on here. You and I both know you'd rather be running with Maniac anyways."
"I'm curious, does it bother you that much that Maniac stands with Spike? Were you really that hurt? Did you expect anything less? Don't tell me it didn't bother you, it did. I can tell Falcon. I can see it when you talk about him, it truly hurt you that Maniac joined with us, instead of helping you. You need to understand Falcon, it wasn't that he wanted to hurt you, it was just something unfortunate that happened. You and I know my brother can be a little careless. I'm sure it wasn't his intention to send you into a little emo rage. If he could do it again, he may do it different, call you up before hand, offer you a spot to come roll with us. Though I'm pretty sure you wouldn't take it."
"Your one of those people who likes to stick with a decision once you've made it, no matter how wrong you are. I can appreciate your will, I can respect your in ring ability, and heck, I even kind of enjoy your promos, but Sunday Falcon, your going to be standing in my way. Blocking me from doing something that has been a long time coming for Talon. I'm not your whipping boy, I'm not Spike's. With my brother Maniac, the two of us are going to run through this roster until we have the tag team titles around our waists. This Sunday Falcon, the Social Enemies will fight their last battles. Angel is going to lose to Xavier. JFK will destroy Everyman for the second time. And the two of you, you never even stood a chance."
Maniac comes strutting back into the room and sits down in his chair. He leans forward, left elbow on his left knee, hand bracing his head. Then he sits up a little.
"I guess it's my turn now. So where do I begin. I could start with the obvious, Falcon, I could just jump right in an hammer the **** out of him with my words, or could I take the easy road and go for Talon. Which I'm going to tell you right now, he's REALLY easy to make fun of. It's pretty much all we used to do back in the day. Send his bitch ass out, get us pancakes, waffles, burgers, smokes, beer, all the while the rest of us would just sit around and make fun of his corny ass. Always talking about how awesome poker is, and how when he's done wrestling he's going to be an actor just like the Rock. God, sometimes it was just too much fun. I almost felt bad for the kid, then again, he did it to himself."
"Actor? That little piss ant can't even cut a good promo without coming off like he's reading cue cards. He's all like."
"HALT! Evil doer guy.... uhhh... LINE!?"
"And their all like, READ THE CUE CARS YOU ****ING IDIOT! It's actually kind of funny when you consider the fact that he can't read, or can he? Who knows? What I do know is Talon's whole little acting thing is a joke. The freaking loser hasn't even had one *** damn starring role. And no Talon, gay porn does not count. Any movie I've seen you in your always some random extra who gets killed, dismembered, just standing in the background, or your scene are cut out of the movie entirely."
"For example, I heard you were in Cloverfield, but your scene was so horrible that they decided to just cut the scene and throw it out. I had heard you played some random guy in the background eating a big mac, but you kept choking on the burger, or something stupid like that."
"Then I'm told you were supposed to be in Clerks 2, but Kevin Smith decided he wanted a real donkey for the part of Kelly and just never called you back. Which I'm sure you cried about endlessly for weeks. God knows you love a good donkey show, you sick bastard."
"How could I forget your big part in the blockbuster event of last summer, 300? What a fool I am, that was like your biggest role, right? Who did you play? Damn, I know this. Oh wait, I got it. You played one of the corpses in the tree, right? Yeah, that was it. You played a corpse and from what I hear it was your most convincing performance ever."
"Amazing you can't act for ****, yet you play dead like a pro. Almost like you've been dead your whole life, like it just comes naturally to you. Which of course this Sunday your going to need a talent like that. Mainly because there isn't much else to do when your laying flat on your back the entire match taking the *** damn beating of a life time. You know what I mean Talon? Don't get me wrong, I'm gonna beat on Falcon too, but I've actually been looking forward to this for years. You have no idea how many times I just wanted to slap the damn taste out of your mouth. All those times you ****ed up my coffee, bought me the wrong cigarettes, MARLBORO MENTHOL LIGHTS ASSHOLE! It's pretty ****ing simple, the white box with the green markings. Instead this dip**** always bought me Winston's. Disgusting. And my coffee, ****ing medium regular, whats so tough? One time, he brought me a ****ing El Grande or whatever from Starbucks, the ****ing thing was like syrup there was so much sugar in there. You know what Talon, I'm glad I came back to wrestling, if only just to beat the **** out of you. Seriously, this is going to be allot of fun... For me."
Maniac stretches out his arms then cracks his neck.
"Now onto little boy blue. Falcon, where did I go wrong with you? Seriously. I thought back in PWW I had taught you to stand on your own two feet, don't take **** from anybody, and to be a good damn hell raiser. Then I come here, find you pussy footing around with Angel like his little side kick. Better than Talon, who would be a lackey, but your still a side kick. Your Robin to his Batman, as Rob would say. What the ****? I thought you were better than that. Christ, after I retired from PWW the Social Enemies disbanded and you finally kicked Talon to the curb, I thought we would finally see the Falcon we had all been waiting for. Then what happened? PWW closed, what did you do? You disappeared into the indy scene and ****ing stayed there. You hid from the real wrestling world, like a puss. You feuded with worthless **** heads like Showtime in high school *** damn gymnasiums. Are you kidding me asshole? Then what do you do? You see Angel came back to wrestling, that he wanted to give it one more go before he hung it up forever, so you come crawling out of the wood work and join the federation he's in. There are dozens of federations with TV deals, but you chose the one with him. You could have joined NMW, or even the fabled XHF, but no, you came to the one Angel was in. Why? Because you got a hard on for the guy. All you used to do back in the day was talk about how bad you wanted to fight Angel. What was it, you were like "I've beaten Ethanol, one of PWW's legendary Cruiser Weights, I only wish Fenix and Angel still wrestled so I could face them too." Something stupid as all hell like that. You called out PWW legends, so when Angel came back and declared war on you, you were like all shocked, your boy friend wanted to kick your ass. Atleast back then you stood up like a man and fought him, which you kind of did here, only difference is he beat you here, twice. Why? I'll tell you, because your *** damn puss now. Your not even half the Falcon I used to know. I bet you couldn't even beat Ethanol for the ninth time, or Dax Clark for that matter, or even Aaron "I'm a douche" Knight. You know what Falcon, why don't you just save the bitch fit and get your ass kicked on Sunday. You made your bed, lie in it. You joined up with the Epitome of Arrogance, you put aside your man hood to help him, and now your pissed off I don't want to play nice anymore. Back in the day, I was out for me, the Social Enemies did what I wanted to get to where wanted to be, now I'm here for Rob to help Rob get to where he needs to be, but apparently my last apprentice needs another lesson in being a real man, which I will of course be more than happy to kick the living **** out of you. Hey, how about next week on Collision, you and me, no dq, no count out, pin falls count anywhere? Just like you and Angel had back in PWW. Only difference is going to be, I will eat you alive. Allright.... I'm bored... Where the HELL is Chad Lights?!
Diamond shakes his head and shrugs as the screen reads "To be continued." Fade out.