Post by Diamond's Incorporated on Jul 15, 2008 22:34:17 GMT -6
( Sunday Night, Collision. Maniac has just won his last match against Ricky Johnson and Falcon by pinning a man he respects more than he cares to admit. Almost as if in a drunken haze Chris stumbles back stage, tired, beaten up, but victorious. Random workers and some wrestlers congratulate him on a good showing as he makes his way to the prvate locker room of Social Distortion. Upon entering the room Spike Kane and Jack Manson are seen, both watching high lights of Collision thus far. Chris sits on the bench near by, his head in his hands. )
Spike: Hey Chris, that was an awesome match tonight. I guess you still got it, huh?
( Chris doesn't respond right away. )
Spike: Hey, Chris? You all right man?
( Chris lifts his head up and looks at Spike and Jack who are both just staring at him. )
Chris: This match was everything I could have hoped for, everything. I gotta be honest with you guys, I wasn't sure I could win. Three years ago a single man stripped me of my pride, my dignity, and my legacy. Ever since I have been fighting tooth and nail to get it back. I got here, I won one match, then loss after loss. When I found out earlier in the week that I'd be facing Johnson and Falcon, I think I almost bricked myself. I don't know what you guys think, but Falcon is an amazing in ring athelete. I didn't think I was going to win.
( Both Spike and Jack look a little surprised by the confession of a man who normally builds himself up as the greatest thing since Jesus Christ himself. )
Jack: Well you did win and I think you may have shown nCw what their dealing with after that performance.
Spike: Now you just gotta do it again this coming Sunday Chris. You and Rob gotta bring the tag team titles where they belong. Those two jobbers only have those belts because I handed them to'em.
Chris: I didn't think I could win, but I did. I found whatever it was that was hidden deep down inside of me. That competitive spirit, my drive to be the best, whatever it was I was missing, I got it back. I got a tatse of true victory. I defeated a man I once held in the highest regard. Last Stand when we all meet one more time in that ring and I have Rob by my side, you better believe we will be seeing a repeat perfromance of tonight. It's been a long time since I had a real win under my belt but now I have a taste of it. And now winning Tag Team Gold doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore. Those belts are with in our grasp. No one thinks Johnson and Anthony can win. All the experts are betting on a title change. The real question is who is going to win the belts. Diamond's Incorporated or my two former friends?
Spike: Of the two, Falcon is the better one and you beat him. Talon is nothing, he's a push over. Why Rob has been unable to defeat him is a complete mystery to me.
Jack: Yeah, I agree. I think we all should work with Rob this week, get him in top fighting shape. He's going to walk into this match with a heavy head after losing to Talon every time he's faced him. We don't want the kid doubting himself out there.
Spike: I think your right. But... Does anybody know where he is?
( The scene changes back to the hotel room where Rob was last seen. He sits on the couch, his puppet sits on the arm chair across from him. Rob looks terrfied as he stares at the puppet, waiting for it to move perhaps. )
Rob: You... Talk?
congratulations genius
Rob: Your lips don't move?
well if you want to stick your hand up my ass i'm sure we could figure something out you sick pervert
Rob: I don't, I don't understand. This is impossible. Your a puppet. Your fabric, foam and stuffing. You can't talk. There's no way. Unless.... Unless I'm going crazy...
your not going crazy you stupid little retard
i can talk period
but now it's time for us to get down to business
Rob: This is insane. This out of this world. This is.... Right out of a comic book. Oh my Gosh. You can help me. We can be like a duo. You make all the fast paced jokes and I'll....
what?
Rob: Save... the.... day?
but that's not what you want to do not anymore
not after what happened with your family
is it?
Rob: No, it's not.
you don't want to be the hero or the lackey
you want to be in control
in charge
a force to be reckoned with
what was it davey said?
die a hero or live long enough to become the villain
Rob: I don't want to die.
then i guess it's time for little rob diamond to finally take on the role he was always meant for
Rob: The villain.
yes rob
the villain
think about it
you screwed over angel
joined social distortion
you do things you know to be wrong and you do it with a smile
you've enjoyed the power
you've enjoyed ruining lifes
all that's left is for you to step forward and show your true self to the world
cease this hopeless game of always being the underdog
of always trying to be the hero
Rob: Your absolutely right. How can I be the hero when everything I've been doing is so evil? I must be the villain, it's the only way. And that makes them the heroes. The Social Enemies. That means I have to find a way to destroy them. I have to belittle, demean, embarass and destroy them as they would try to do to me. Yes that is the only way now. I was never cut out to be a hero, I see it now. It was all too foolish. Especially when it is so much more fun being the bad guy. Beating people up with Social D. Taking those who are weaker than me and slapping them across the face. Yeah, I liked it, I liked all of it. And this Sunday is the pay per view, Last Stand. Chris and I will finally be getting our tag team title shot. Something we may not deserve but something we are going to get anyways. And who do we meet besides the champions. The Social Enemies, Falcon and Talon. The very same two men who crushed my tag team hopes at Picture Perfect. Talon the man I have had a bitter rivalry with for months. The two of them will be stepping into my domain, Social D's ring and trying to take something from us which should have always belonged to us. I don't care if I earned it. I DON'T NEED TOO! I'm taking it, mainly because you want it, but mostly because it shows that I have power. Our reign over the tag team division will be a reign defined by ABSOLUTE POWER!
good rob
good
finally you understand
Rob: Ever since we last met it's been bothering me as to why I couldn't defeat you. I think I just figured it out. You were right Talon, I couldn't beat you because you were the good guy and I was the unknowing bad guy. I didn't understand the rules of the engagement and I failed miserably, like any good villain. Now the rules have changed. I know where I stand. And like any good comic book you know that sometimes the villain does win. You know that there is nothing the fans like to see more than to see their favorite hero fall, fail and to be beaten unmercifully only to hope that he will one day rise again. Only thing is unlike your run of the mill villain, I have my brother. A man bent on being the best at everything he does. I don't have an army or androids or lackeys, Chris is all I need to defeat you. Last time I dropped the ball but this time I'm going to drop a bomb.
embrace it rob
feel it
you know that this is the right way
what you were always meant to be
together you and i will dominate ncw
Rob: Along with Chris.
no rob
not with chris
chris will not embrace this like you have
he will tell you i can't talk
he'll even call you crazy
we do this match
we crush your nemesis
then we move on to bigger and better things
Rob: I don't know... Chris is my brother. We're going to be tag team champions together.
rob who cares about tag team titles when we're talking about the world title?
Rob: Look little puppet man, I don't even know your name. Heck I may just be crazy. But Chris is my brother and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure we get those tag team titles. We are the only team in nCw that deserve to have them simply because Chris is the man and I'm the super cool bad guy. Forget about the chump and his clone, forget about the two jobbers. We are the future of the tag team division. And if you don't like it puppet man then you can just go away.
fine
we'll do it your way.
( The scene fades out on Rob and the puppet gazing at each other. The puppet obviously never even moving. But we did hear the voice, right? We fade back in to the 1st Mariner Arena. Chris is walking out the back door, wearing jeans and a black wife beater, his bag over his shoulder. Collision has long since ended. Two kids are hanging out by the door and quickly corner Chris. )
Chris: Look guys, I don't even want to hear it right now, "screw Social Distortion this, your Spike's bitch that." I had a big match tonight, I got a bigger match next week and I just want to get some rest so I can head to the gym tomorrow.
( The closest kid steps forward, Falcon t-shirt, jeans, backwards hat. )
Bobby: We came here tonight to see you Maniac. Your the man.
Rich: Hells yeah. You rocked the house. I don't care what anyone says about you, you and Rob are going to take this place over.
Bobby: Damn right! Falcon is my favorite wrestler and all, but damn dude, you kicked his ass. Just like the good old days. Yo are you really going to wrestle as Chris Diamond now?
Chris: Yeah, I am.
Bobby: That sucks man. But you know what I'm pretty sure the name don't matter. Your still the toughest son of a bitch in nCw.
Rich: How long you gonna tag with Robby before you go after the World title, or the Xtreme title?
Chris: I'm gonna tag with Rob until Rob doesn't want to tag anymore. After that, who knows what I'm going to do. I can think of one person I'd lifke to face before I retire again.
Rich: WHO?!
Chris: I think I'm going to keep that to myself for now. Is there anything I can give you guys, you seem pretty cool.
Bobby: Just meeting you is pretty awesome in itself.
( Chris shakes his head then reaches in his bag. He pulls out his own Social Distortion t-shirt and his own DiC t-shirt and hands them to the two kids. )
Chris: Why don't you guys come to Last Stand and wear those shirts?
Rich: We'd love to, but we don't have any tickets and if we did we wouldn't have any money for the bus.
Chris: How stupid of me.
( Chris pulls out two tickets and hands them to the kids. )
Bobby: HOLY ****! YOUR THE MAN!
Rich: THIS IS THE BEST!
Chris: I'll see you kids there. Enjoy the show.
( Chris starts to walk away as the kids freak out. They run off somewhere, probably to where ever their ride is. Chris reaches his own car, Toyota Prius. )
Chris: I'm not gay or a democrat so save the jokes assholes. It's a rental.
( I bet it is. Regardless Chris gets in the car and tosses his bag into the back seat. The camera changes views to inside the car. Chris soundlessly starts the vehicle and begins to drive. )
Chris: This was a big night for me. The first step back in the right direction. But before I get into the whole verbally destroy you part, I just want to say thank you to my opponent. It was a good match and I'm glad it was Maniac's last match. It went exaclty as I invisioned it. But now it's time to move on... To Falcon. The man I pinned. The man who did everything in his power to put me down and came up short. Pun intended. So Falcon, I know your probably preparing your little promo right now, getting ready to say something stupid like how honored you are and ****, even going as far to tell Ricky "I told you so" about pissing me off. But before you do Falcon, I need you to listen to me. I need your full attention at this time. I know you, you always give it your all in every match. Whether your facing a jobber or the World Champion, you always give everything you have. But for perhaps what... The second time since coming to nCw you have been pinned and why? Because Falcon you walked into this match feeling the fear, feeling the intimidation. Sunday rolled around, all day long you sat in your locker room or your hotel and you thought about every single person you've ever watched me crush. You thought about every title win, every feud, every time I went over the edge and beat my opponent into the ground. You were afraid. You threw every last move you knew at me and when you realized it just wasn't going to be enough you got sloppy and then you walked right into an F-5. I've always been proud of you Falcon. Always. Tough love? Yeah I gave you some tough love. I wanted you to be the very best you could possibly be and I knew with the right motivation you'd get there. The thing about it is this Falcon, I thought I had taught you not to be afraid, not to be intimidated. I thought you knew to look past the hype. All I did was cut two hype promos and allowed you to worry about my past. What you didn't know is I was more worried than you, I just knew to hide it. I knew to put up that front of confidence, that air of self righteousness, I knew to turn the intimidation factor all the way up and in the end it worked. You failed at doing something I know you've been dreaming of for several years. Now we go at it again, one week later. Similar to Picture Perfect, but with another added factor. With tag gold on the line, a fresh loss on the mind, and the craziest son of a bitch you have ever met gunning to crush you in less than ten seconds, what are you going to do? Come at me full speed again? Or are you going to target Rob like last time? No that's not your style. You'll meet me head on in the center of the ring and the two of us will battle as if our life's depended on it. Falcon, I look forward to facing you again. I look forward to beginning my new legacy as Chris Diamond with a tag team title win over a man I hold in the highest regard. Don't be afraid Falcon. Don't worry your pretty blue paint off. There is nothing to fear Falcon, except me and what I'm going to do to you. Unpredictable is an understatment. You stand between me and gold and I think you know that's a bad place to be. I've won every title I've ever set out to win and you were there to see it. Think before you speak Falcon, think long and hard, and consider for just a second what has happened to everyone else that has ever gotten in my way.
( From somewhere he pulls out a bottle of water and opens it. He takes several long gulps then tosses it in the back seat. )
Chris: By process of elimination that brings me to Talon. Falcon lite. I bet you like that huh Jack? I bet you like constantly being compared to Falcon. I bet late at night you sit there and steam over the fact that no matter how hard you try you will always be looked at as number two just because you showed up second. What's it going to take to make you number one? What's it going to take to break out of that shadow? What do you have to do to make these people just recognize you? All of those questions probably eat you alive at night. Hey, if it were me, they'd bother the piss out of me too. I mean when you really sit down and look at it. Just like in the old days, you showed up after Falcon, immediately joined up with Falcon, then berated everyone for comparing you to Falcon. Why don't you try not calling yourself Talon for starters dip ****. How about you go by whatever your real name is, Jack... Dip****... Isn't it sad, we were "friends" for a couple of years and I don't even actually know your real name. I've always just known you as Talon, or bitch boy, or Falcon Lite, or "HEY GO GET ME A COFFEE!" Speaking of, can you bring a coffee with you to the ring Sunday, I'm thinking I'm going to want something delicious to drink while Rob and I are completely upstaging you four clowns at every single turn. I remember last month when we faced off I threw quite a few insults at you. I told you the cold hard truth about how all of the Social Enemies felt about you. So how can I make it worse may be the question on your mind. Well Talon my boy, I had a few ideas. One of them being, do you honestly think you have a chance this Sunday? When you really break it down, your like the jobber of the new Social Enemies. ****, Everyman atleast wins titles, but you, you just ****ing lay down for everyone. It's like your not even trying. If your acting career ever amounted to anything I'd tell you just to go back to Hollywood, but unfortunately you sucked at that too. Then there's all the stupid poker references. Are you kidding me? Seriously? That's how you insult people? "Your like a two and a four unsuited." OHHHH NOOOOO!!!! NOT A ****ING TWO AND A ****ING FOUR!!!! I BETTER JUST KILL MYSELF!!!! Look asshole, not that poker amounts to anything in the world of wrestling, and not that what I'm about to say is going to really matter, but remember back in the day when I used to constantly kill you at poker? Think long and hard about it, I know you Social Enemies have a problem remembering things like losing. There you go, you got the memory back. Now hold onto that memory real firm because I'm going to throw something at you and I'd hate to have to repeat it. You like to consider yourself a pair of Jack's. Okay, I'll give you that. For fun let's say Falcon is a ten of hearts and a queen of hearts. Pretty sweet so far. For even more fun I'll do Ricky and John. Ricky to me is like a two of spades and a three of hearts, worthless. John is the Joker card because he shouldn't even be allowed in the ****ing game. That brings me to Rob and me. Rob would of course be a King of Diamond's, his second card I'd say would be the King of Hearts, becuse that boy has heart. Me... Well you know me Talon. I'm just a pair of Aces. I think you can do the math my friend. It would take some serious luck for you and Falcon to pull this one out. A pair of Jack's a ten and queen of hearts versus a pair of king's and a pair of aces. There is no card in the deck that could beat our hand Jack... excpet another Jack... And that's the kind of luck that I just don't think you have. Ricky and John, you two shouldn't even be in the match so **** your hand, you fold.
( Chris looks over at the camer while he's driving and smiles before turning back to the road. )
Chris: Last and trust me least, Ricky and John. The two of you could very easily be considered role models. I'll tell you why. Most of your careers you have both been pretty worthless, you both jobbed out to anyone who matters, you both have been passed over time and again for titles. And Ricky don't give me that whole little speech about all your title reigns, I already told you they were sympathy reigns. But that's off point. The two of you came together and did something no one thought was possible, and for a second I'll forget that you needed help to do it, you won the tag titles by beating Dark Prophet and Jackhammer, two very impressive superstars. Children the world over can look to you as prime examples of following your dreams and work hard. All they have to do is ignore the fact that your are completely undeserving of those titles and a complete embarassment to tag team wrestling. The two of you haven't even won a match together, let alone win one seperately. I mean honestly, what has Ricky Johnson done since Angel won the X-Division title off of him? Nothing. Ricky Johnson's career has gone belly up. As for John Anthony, he has never done anything note worthy ever. The guy has seriously been sticking it out in nCw since pretty much the beginning and all he has ever done is lost sub par matches to the likes of.... Pretty much everyone else. Hey John, good job there buddy, not allot of people can lose nearly every match their in and still manage to come out here and talk **** like you. In fact the only other guy I ever knew that lost as much as you ended up killing himself, which in my oppinion was his only real option. It's not like he was ever going anywhere, you know what I mean? Don't take that the wrong way though, I don't by any means condone suicide, I think it's a pussy thing to do. If you really want to die there are tons of other ways to do it. For example you could say something really stupid to me and then when I snap I'll probably just go right ahead and snap your neck. Or if you want to go another route you could be like your friend Ricky Johnson and just ignore my existance almost completely and concentrate on the other people in the match. Which will of course only in rage me further and probably end up with the same result anyway... Huh... No matter how you look at it I'd take you out. I guess all I can really say is your best bet would probably be just to keep your mouth shut. Then again when I think about, if you don't talk, if you just sit at home and be quiet, then I'll take that as you being arrogant, and I ****ing hate arrogance. And because of my deep seeded hatred for arrogant assholes I'd probably have to break your face... Well John I'm thinking your pretty much screwed. Might as well role the dice and see exactly how pissed off you make me. Wow, I just realized that I've pretty much said nothing about Ricky Johnson and to be pretty honest with you Dick, that was by design. You see when we were in the ring it was like you weren't even there. That match was basically a singles match between Falcon and me. I'm not sure what your purpose was out there, but I'm pretty sure at no time during that match was it anything related to actually wrestling. It was like Falcon and I were out there really trying to bring each other to our absolute limit and then all of a sudden Jobber McGee jumps in with an axe handle before I Mike Rotundo hip toss his bitch ass strait back to whatever cave he just climbed out of. Look Rick, do us a favor, do the fans a favor, just stay out on the apron, it's where you belong. Your just a panted up cheer leader as far as I'm concerned and that's all you'll ever be. So stand outside, shake your black and white pom poms, cheer on Anthony, and try not to get in the real men's way.
( Chris flashes another sexy smile at the camera before the scene fades back out. We now fade in on an air plane. Rob Diamond is sitting in coach by the window, in the seat to his left is the puppet. Rob is currently tightening it's belt. A "flight attendant" strolls by and see's the puppet. )
FA: Sir, your going to have to put your doll in the over head compartment.
**** you
FA: Excuse me?
( The camera turns, Rob is blushing, apparently she heard the voice but thinks it came from Rob. Wierd. )
Rob: I.... ummm.... I.... Didn't say it.
FA: Then who did sir?
Rob: Him.
( Points to puppet. )
FA: Sir, dolls don't talk.
Rob: It's not a doll, he's a puppet and he's going to aid me in my quest to conquer pro wrestling.
( The FA roles her eyes. )
FA: Sir if you are going to resist then I am going to have to put the doll in the compartment for you, or ask you to leave the plane.
( Rob goes to grab the puppet but the FA grabs it first. She rips open the over head compartment then violently shoves the puppet in. )
FA: That wasn't so hard no was it?
Rob: Thank you....
stupid cunt
FA: WHAT!?
( Rob's face goes white. )
Rob: Um..... Um..... Um.... You... You heard me?
FA: You know what you little ****, I was going to ask you to have a drink with me after the flight. I happen to be an "Angel" fan but since your going to be a little ****ing prick, you can kiss this sweet ass goodbye. Have a nice ****ing flight, asshole.
( The trampy little FA storms off, hell bent on not giving Rob any peanuts. )
Rob: Thanks... Hey what do I call you?
my parents named me tex
Rob: Parents?
did i studder?
Rob: Tex?
look rob if my name is such a problem i can always go find someone else to mentor into a super evil genius
Rob: I like Tex, it's a cool name.
now rob you have a match to concentrate on
a match that will be your first real step towards becomming a true super villain
right now your a pussy
but i'll toughen you up
i'll mold you and shape you until you are the most powerful being in all of ncw
then the world will shudder at the mention of your name
Rob: Rob Diamond!
no
rob dies at last stand
you must become someone else
someone newer
better
more evil
i need some rest
cut your promo
Rob: More Evil... I can do that. That's easy. I've read enough comic books. I know how to be a bad guy. Yeah, and I'll be the best bad guy ever. No one will be able to stop me. Everyone makes fun of me, doubts me, but their going to see a side of me they've never seen before. Yeah, no one is going to see it coming. I'm sure Falcon and Talon alreayd have some kind of stupid joke their going to make. Let them laugh. I'll have the last laugh. Seated atop my throne. Looking down on my empire I will build here. Falcon and Talon will bow to me. They will know true power when they look at me. They will know a true leader. They will know not to ever taunt me again. Then there's Ricky and John. Ricky, the over arrogant, pompous little punk who seems to think the world owes him something. You know what Ricky, you wear the face paint of the Crow, a super hero. A comic book and movie icon. This is almost too perfect. You see Ricky, as a super villain it is my solemn job to dispose of any and all super heroes. Even if their just wannabes looking to get a pay check. Looky here Ricky. I know your game. Your career was on the brink, you were running out of money, your little lady was harping you left and right. So what did you do, facke a shotting, come up with a really cool and inventive story, then you put on the costume, acting like a vigilante in nCw you go on your little crusade. Suddenly you become some sort of dark hero in nCw, your career picks up, your popularity picks up, and best of all you suddenly matter again. Then you forgot something. You never actually got better. And now here we are, and this Sunday you face off against nCw's only super villain. Good luck hero, because Sunday, the Villain wins.
( Rob looks out the window. )
Rob: John Anthony. The side kick. Your not even worth my time John. Your nothing. Your not Ricky's partner, your his side kick. Your Robin, or BatGirl. Your a joke, a living, breathing joke. And this Sunday your only going to be getting in the way of the future, because that is what is going to happen Sunday, the future. I'm no fool John, I'm not going to just sit back and take the beating like I was. I've seen what you can do, I've seen your strengths and your weakness. I know how to exploit them. I'm going to target you John, you. Your the weak link in the tag team. If I could predict who was going to take the pin fall Sunday,. I'd say it's going to be you. I can feel it. Falcon and Talon are smart, they'll know to try and drop you fast. You won't get such treatment from me. I'm not going to make this quick for you John. As the villain I want my victory to last as long as possible. I want to really cherish it, hold it. I want the whole world to have to watch in awe as Rob Diamond does exaclty what no one ever thought he would. This is only the beginning for me John, but for you, it's going to be the end. Unlike true super hero teams, the two of you will fail, fall and you'll split up. Ricky, the slightly superior one of the two, will drop you once his tag team title obligation is gone. And you, with no hero to follow, will be lost. You'll slip right back into the abyss and your career along with you. This is good bye John Anthony, Wonder Lad.
( Something moves around in the compartment above him. )
Rob: Falcon and Talon. I have so much I want to say to you. So much I want to prove. But that was always my problem, I was always looking to prove something against everyone. I know now that I have nothing to prove, not to you or the world. I am who I am and I am going to do what I m going to do. The two of you will surly stand in my way and I am fully prepared to finally be rid of you. I'm not going to tell you it was a fluke or that I had you beat. You kicked my butt last time and I have no one to blame but myself. But things have changed. Before I wanted to win, but winning isn't always the mission of the villain. Sometimes it's just to draw the hero further into the villains rabbit hole. I promise that I will give you everything I have, and that my aim is to win, but I make you another promise too. This time Talon, win or lose, you will not be walking away from that ring. You understand me? Ricky is a wannabe hero, and he will be my example. You are my arch nemesis Talon, you are the ying to my yang. Talon, you are probably the catalyst for everything that has happened to me. I don't mean that as an insult or accusation. It's just that, after everything they put you through you thought it was only right to put all your frustration on me. You thought it was your right to pick on me and make fun of me like they did to you. It wasn't your right Talon. I think I know why you did it. You claim it was tough love, but I get the feeling you were mad. I get the feeling the ever noble Talon wanted a measure of revenge, to make someone else feel the way he felt. Misery loves company and that is what you we're looking for, because even after all this time your still just everyone elses whipping boy. Even Everyman treats you like garbage. But you know what Talon, I have to thank you. If it wasn't for you I'd never have discovered my true nature. I'd still just be "The King of Diamonds." Running around like a super nerd while undeserving joe nobodies like yourself got every opportunity in the world to make something of yourself. I'm going to come out on top this time Talon and you are finally going to learn your place. Cowering at my feet.
As for Bird Boy. Chris is going to deal with you himself. If you want to play the hero then I'd be more than happy to show you what a true super villain is. Pretty soon all of nCw will know anyways. Sunday is the Last Stand for all of us. But Sunday is the new beginning for me.
( Rob looks into the camera, a crazed and maniacal look taking over his face. )
you know what you have to do rob
so do it
don't sit back don't take no for an answer
beat them
bruise them
bloody them up
and when it's all said and done ncw will fear you
we are going to take over
together
you and i will make the whole world ours
you are my vessel rob and together we will be unstoppable
the only thing left to take care of is him
and i think come last stand we will have every opportunity we need to kill him
( Fade to black. )
Spike: Hey Chris, that was an awesome match tonight. I guess you still got it, huh?
( Chris doesn't respond right away. )
Spike: Hey, Chris? You all right man?
( Chris lifts his head up and looks at Spike and Jack who are both just staring at him. )
Chris: This match was everything I could have hoped for, everything. I gotta be honest with you guys, I wasn't sure I could win. Three years ago a single man stripped me of my pride, my dignity, and my legacy. Ever since I have been fighting tooth and nail to get it back. I got here, I won one match, then loss after loss. When I found out earlier in the week that I'd be facing Johnson and Falcon, I think I almost bricked myself. I don't know what you guys think, but Falcon is an amazing in ring athelete. I didn't think I was going to win.
( Both Spike and Jack look a little surprised by the confession of a man who normally builds himself up as the greatest thing since Jesus Christ himself. )
Jack: Well you did win and I think you may have shown nCw what their dealing with after that performance.
Spike: Now you just gotta do it again this coming Sunday Chris. You and Rob gotta bring the tag team titles where they belong. Those two jobbers only have those belts because I handed them to'em.
Chris: I didn't think I could win, but I did. I found whatever it was that was hidden deep down inside of me. That competitive spirit, my drive to be the best, whatever it was I was missing, I got it back. I got a tatse of true victory. I defeated a man I once held in the highest regard. Last Stand when we all meet one more time in that ring and I have Rob by my side, you better believe we will be seeing a repeat perfromance of tonight. It's been a long time since I had a real win under my belt but now I have a taste of it. And now winning Tag Team Gold doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore. Those belts are with in our grasp. No one thinks Johnson and Anthony can win. All the experts are betting on a title change. The real question is who is going to win the belts. Diamond's Incorporated or my two former friends?
Spike: Of the two, Falcon is the better one and you beat him. Talon is nothing, he's a push over. Why Rob has been unable to defeat him is a complete mystery to me.
Jack: Yeah, I agree. I think we all should work with Rob this week, get him in top fighting shape. He's going to walk into this match with a heavy head after losing to Talon every time he's faced him. We don't want the kid doubting himself out there.
Spike: I think your right. But... Does anybody know where he is?
( The scene changes back to the hotel room where Rob was last seen. He sits on the couch, his puppet sits on the arm chair across from him. Rob looks terrfied as he stares at the puppet, waiting for it to move perhaps. )
Rob: You... Talk?
congratulations genius
Rob: Your lips don't move?
well if you want to stick your hand up my ass i'm sure we could figure something out you sick pervert
Rob: I don't, I don't understand. This is impossible. Your a puppet. Your fabric, foam and stuffing. You can't talk. There's no way. Unless.... Unless I'm going crazy...
your not going crazy you stupid little retard
i can talk period
but now it's time for us to get down to business
Rob: This is insane. This out of this world. This is.... Right out of a comic book. Oh my Gosh. You can help me. We can be like a duo. You make all the fast paced jokes and I'll....
what?
Rob: Save... the.... day?
but that's not what you want to do not anymore
not after what happened with your family
is it?
Rob: No, it's not.
you don't want to be the hero or the lackey
you want to be in control
in charge
a force to be reckoned with
what was it davey said?
die a hero or live long enough to become the villain
Rob: I don't want to die.
then i guess it's time for little rob diamond to finally take on the role he was always meant for
Rob: The villain.
yes rob
the villain
think about it
you screwed over angel
joined social distortion
you do things you know to be wrong and you do it with a smile
you've enjoyed the power
you've enjoyed ruining lifes
all that's left is for you to step forward and show your true self to the world
cease this hopeless game of always being the underdog
of always trying to be the hero
Rob: Your absolutely right. How can I be the hero when everything I've been doing is so evil? I must be the villain, it's the only way. And that makes them the heroes. The Social Enemies. That means I have to find a way to destroy them. I have to belittle, demean, embarass and destroy them as they would try to do to me. Yes that is the only way now. I was never cut out to be a hero, I see it now. It was all too foolish. Especially when it is so much more fun being the bad guy. Beating people up with Social D. Taking those who are weaker than me and slapping them across the face. Yeah, I liked it, I liked all of it. And this Sunday is the pay per view, Last Stand. Chris and I will finally be getting our tag team title shot. Something we may not deserve but something we are going to get anyways. And who do we meet besides the champions. The Social Enemies, Falcon and Talon. The very same two men who crushed my tag team hopes at Picture Perfect. Talon the man I have had a bitter rivalry with for months. The two of them will be stepping into my domain, Social D's ring and trying to take something from us which should have always belonged to us. I don't care if I earned it. I DON'T NEED TOO! I'm taking it, mainly because you want it, but mostly because it shows that I have power. Our reign over the tag team division will be a reign defined by ABSOLUTE POWER!
good rob
good
finally you understand
Rob: Ever since we last met it's been bothering me as to why I couldn't defeat you. I think I just figured it out. You were right Talon, I couldn't beat you because you were the good guy and I was the unknowing bad guy. I didn't understand the rules of the engagement and I failed miserably, like any good villain. Now the rules have changed. I know where I stand. And like any good comic book you know that sometimes the villain does win. You know that there is nothing the fans like to see more than to see their favorite hero fall, fail and to be beaten unmercifully only to hope that he will one day rise again. Only thing is unlike your run of the mill villain, I have my brother. A man bent on being the best at everything he does. I don't have an army or androids or lackeys, Chris is all I need to defeat you. Last time I dropped the ball but this time I'm going to drop a bomb.
embrace it rob
feel it
you know that this is the right way
what you were always meant to be
together you and i will dominate ncw
Rob: Along with Chris.
no rob
not with chris
chris will not embrace this like you have
he will tell you i can't talk
he'll even call you crazy
we do this match
we crush your nemesis
then we move on to bigger and better things
Rob: I don't know... Chris is my brother. We're going to be tag team champions together.
rob who cares about tag team titles when we're talking about the world title?
Rob: Look little puppet man, I don't even know your name. Heck I may just be crazy. But Chris is my brother and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure we get those tag team titles. We are the only team in nCw that deserve to have them simply because Chris is the man and I'm the super cool bad guy. Forget about the chump and his clone, forget about the two jobbers. We are the future of the tag team division. And if you don't like it puppet man then you can just go away.
fine
we'll do it your way.
( The scene fades out on Rob and the puppet gazing at each other. The puppet obviously never even moving. But we did hear the voice, right? We fade back in to the 1st Mariner Arena. Chris is walking out the back door, wearing jeans and a black wife beater, his bag over his shoulder. Collision has long since ended. Two kids are hanging out by the door and quickly corner Chris. )
Chris: Look guys, I don't even want to hear it right now, "screw Social Distortion this, your Spike's bitch that." I had a big match tonight, I got a bigger match next week and I just want to get some rest so I can head to the gym tomorrow.
( The closest kid steps forward, Falcon t-shirt, jeans, backwards hat. )
Bobby: We came here tonight to see you Maniac. Your the man.
Rich: Hells yeah. You rocked the house. I don't care what anyone says about you, you and Rob are going to take this place over.
Bobby: Damn right! Falcon is my favorite wrestler and all, but damn dude, you kicked his ass. Just like the good old days. Yo are you really going to wrestle as Chris Diamond now?
Chris: Yeah, I am.
Bobby: That sucks man. But you know what I'm pretty sure the name don't matter. Your still the toughest son of a bitch in nCw.
Rich: How long you gonna tag with Robby before you go after the World title, or the Xtreme title?
Chris: I'm gonna tag with Rob until Rob doesn't want to tag anymore. After that, who knows what I'm going to do. I can think of one person I'd lifke to face before I retire again.
Rich: WHO?!
Chris: I think I'm going to keep that to myself for now. Is there anything I can give you guys, you seem pretty cool.
Bobby: Just meeting you is pretty awesome in itself.
( Chris shakes his head then reaches in his bag. He pulls out his own Social Distortion t-shirt and his own DiC t-shirt and hands them to the two kids. )
Chris: Why don't you guys come to Last Stand and wear those shirts?
Rich: We'd love to, but we don't have any tickets and if we did we wouldn't have any money for the bus.
Chris: How stupid of me.
( Chris pulls out two tickets and hands them to the kids. )
Bobby: HOLY ****! YOUR THE MAN!
Rich: THIS IS THE BEST!
Chris: I'll see you kids there. Enjoy the show.
( Chris starts to walk away as the kids freak out. They run off somewhere, probably to where ever their ride is. Chris reaches his own car, Toyota Prius. )
Chris: I'm not gay or a democrat so save the jokes assholes. It's a rental.
( I bet it is. Regardless Chris gets in the car and tosses his bag into the back seat. The camera changes views to inside the car. Chris soundlessly starts the vehicle and begins to drive. )
Chris: This was a big night for me. The first step back in the right direction. But before I get into the whole verbally destroy you part, I just want to say thank you to my opponent. It was a good match and I'm glad it was Maniac's last match. It went exaclty as I invisioned it. But now it's time to move on... To Falcon. The man I pinned. The man who did everything in his power to put me down and came up short. Pun intended. So Falcon, I know your probably preparing your little promo right now, getting ready to say something stupid like how honored you are and ****, even going as far to tell Ricky "I told you so" about pissing me off. But before you do Falcon, I need you to listen to me. I need your full attention at this time. I know you, you always give it your all in every match. Whether your facing a jobber or the World Champion, you always give everything you have. But for perhaps what... The second time since coming to nCw you have been pinned and why? Because Falcon you walked into this match feeling the fear, feeling the intimidation. Sunday rolled around, all day long you sat in your locker room or your hotel and you thought about every single person you've ever watched me crush. You thought about every title win, every feud, every time I went over the edge and beat my opponent into the ground. You were afraid. You threw every last move you knew at me and when you realized it just wasn't going to be enough you got sloppy and then you walked right into an F-5. I've always been proud of you Falcon. Always. Tough love? Yeah I gave you some tough love. I wanted you to be the very best you could possibly be and I knew with the right motivation you'd get there. The thing about it is this Falcon, I thought I had taught you not to be afraid, not to be intimidated. I thought you knew to look past the hype. All I did was cut two hype promos and allowed you to worry about my past. What you didn't know is I was more worried than you, I just knew to hide it. I knew to put up that front of confidence, that air of self righteousness, I knew to turn the intimidation factor all the way up and in the end it worked. You failed at doing something I know you've been dreaming of for several years. Now we go at it again, one week later. Similar to Picture Perfect, but with another added factor. With tag gold on the line, a fresh loss on the mind, and the craziest son of a bitch you have ever met gunning to crush you in less than ten seconds, what are you going to do? Come at me full speed again? Or are you going to target Rob like last time? No that's not your style. You'll meet me head on in the center of the ring and the two of us will battle as if our life's depended on it. Falcon, I look forward to facing you again. I look forward to beginning my new legacy as Chris Diamond with a tag team title win over a man I hold in the highest regard. Don't be afraid Falcon. Don't worry your pretty blue paint off. There is nothing to fear Falcon, except me and what I'm going to do to you. Unpredictable is an understatment. You stand between me and gold and I think you know that's a bad place to be. I've won every title I've ever set out to win and you were there to see it. Think before you speak Falcon, think long and hard, and consider for just a second what has happened to everyone else that has ever gotten in my way.
( From somewhere he pulls out a bottle of water and opens it. He takes several long gulps then tosses it in the back seat. )
Chris: By process of elimination that brings me to Talon. Falcon lite. I bet you like that huh Jack? I bet you like constantly being compared to Falcon. I bet late at night you sit there and steam over the fact that no matter how hard you try you will always be looked at as number two just because you showed up second. What's it going to take to make you number one? What's it going to take to break out of that shadow? What do you have to do to make these people just recognize you? All of those questions probably eat you alive at night. Hey, if it were me, they'd bother the piss out of me too. I mean when you really sit down and look at it. Just like in the old days, you showed up after Falcon, immediately joined up with Falcon, then berated everyone for comparing you to Falcon. Why don't you try not calling yourself Talon for starters dip ****. How about you go by whatever your real name is, Jack... Dip****... Isn't it sad, we were "friends" for a couple of years and I don't even actually know your real name. I've always just known you as Talon, or bitch boy, or Falcon Lite, or "HEY GO GET ME A COFFEE!" Speaking of, can you bring a coffee with you to the ring Sunday, I'm thinking I'm going to want something delicious to drink while Rob and I are completely upstaging you four clowns at every single turn. I remember last month when we faced off I threw quite a few insults at you. I told you the cold hard truth about how all of the Social Enemies felt about you. So how can I make it worse may be the question on your mind. Well Talon my boy, I had a few ideas. One of them being, do you honestly think you have a chance this Sunday? When you really break it down, your like the jobber of the new Social Enemies. ****, Everyman atleast wins titles, but you, you just ****ing lay down for everyone. It's like your not even trying. If your acting career ever amounted to anything I'd tell you just to go back to Hollywood, but unfortunately you sucked at that too. Then there's all the stupid poker references. Are you kidding me? Seriously? That's how you insult people? "Your like a two and a four unsuited." OHHHH NOOOOO!!!! NOT A ****ING TWO AND A ****ING FOUR!!!! I BETTER JUST KILL MYSELF!!!! Look asshole, not that poker amounts to anything in the world of wrestling, and not that what I'm about to say is going to really matter, but remember back in the day when I used to constantly kill you at poker? Think long and hard about it, I know you Social Enemies have a problem remembering things like losing. There you go, you got the memory back. Now hold onto that memory real firm because I'm going to throw something at you and I'd hate to have to repeat it. You like to consider yourself a pair of Jack's. Okay, I'll give you that. For fun let's say Falcon is a ten of hearts and a queen of hearts. Pretty sweet so far. For even more fun I'll do Ricky and John. Ricky to me is like a two of spades and a three of hearts, worthless. John is the Joker card because he shouldn't even be allowed in the ****ing game. That brings me to Rob and me. Rob would of course be a King of Diamond's, his second card I'd say would be the King of Hearts, becuse that boy has heart. Me... Well you know me Talon. I'm just a pair of Aces. I think you can do the math my friend. It would take some serious luck for you and Falcon to pull this one out. A pair of Jack's a ten and queen of hearts versus a pair of king's and a pair of aces. There is no card in the deck that could beat our hand Jack... excpet another Jack... And that's the kind of luck that I just don't think you have. Ricky and John, you two shouldn't even be in the match so **** your hand, you fold.
( Chris looks over at the camer while he's driving and smiles before turning back to the road. )
Chris: Last and trust me least, Ricky and John. The two of you could very easily be considered role models. I'll tell you why. Most of your careers you have both been pretty worthless, you both jobbed out to anyone who matters, you both have been passed over time and again for titles. And Ricky don't give me that whole little speech about all your title reigns, I already told you they were sympathy reigns. But that's off point. The two of you came together and did something no one thought was possible, and for a second I'll forget that you needed help to do it, you won the tag titles by beating Dark Prophet and Jackhammer, two very impressive superstars. Children the world over can look to you as prime examples of following your dreams and work hard. All they have to do is ignore the fact that your are completely undeserving of those titles and a complete embarassment to tag team wrestling. The two of you haven't even won a match together, let alone win one seperately. I mean honestly, what has Ricky Johnson done since Angel won the X-Division title off of him? Nothing. Ricky Johnson's career has gone belly up. As for John Anthony, he has never done anything note worthy ever. The guy has seriously been sticking it out in nCw since pretty much the beginning and all he has ever done is lost sub par matches to the likes of.... Pretty much everyone else. Hey John, good job there buddy, not allot of people can lose nearly every match their in and still manage to come out here and talk **** like you. In fact the only other guy I ever knew that lost as much as you ended up killing himself, which in my oppinion was his only real option. It's not like he was ever going anywhere, you know what I mean? Don't take that the wrong way though, I don't by any means condone suicide, I think it's a pussy thing to do. If you really want to die there are tons of other ways to do it. For example you could say something really stupid to me and then when I snap I'll probably just go right ahead and snap your neck. Or if you want to go another route you could be like your friend Ricky Johnson and just ignore my existance almost completely and concentrate on the other people in the match. Which will of course only in rage me further and probably end up with the same result anyway... Huh... No matter how you look at it I'd take you out. I guess all I can really say is your best bet would probably be just to keep your mouth shut. Then again when I think about, if you don't talk, if you just sit at home and be quiet, then I'll take that as you being arrogant, and I ****ing hate arrogance. And because of my deep seeded hatred for arrogant assholes I'd probably have to break your face... Well John I'm thinking your pretty much screwed. Might as well role the dice and see exactly how pissed off you make me. Wow, I just realized that I've pretty much said nothing about Ricky Johnson and to be pretty honest with you Dick, that was by design. You see when we were in the ring it was like you weren't even there. That match was basically a singles match between Falcon and me. I'm not sure what your purpose was out there, but I'm pretty sure at no time during that match was it anything related to actually wrestling. It was like Falcon and I were out there really trying to bring each other to our absolute limit and then all of a sudden Jobber McGee jumps in with an axe handle before I Mike Rotundo hip toss his bitch ass strait back to whatever cave he just climbed out of. Look Rick, do us a favor, do the fans a favor, just stay out on the apron, it's where you belong. Your just a panted up cheer leader as far as I'm concerned and that's all you'll ever be. So stand outside, shake your black and white pom poms, cheer on Anthony, and try not to get in the real men's way.
( Chris flashes another sexy smile at the camera before the scene fades back out. We now fade in on an air plane. Rob Diamond is sitting in coach by the window, in the seat to his left is the puppet. Rob is currently tightening it's belt. A "flight attendant" strolls by and see's the puppet. )
FA: Sir, your going to have to put your doll in the over head compartment.
**** you
FA: Excuse me?
( The camera turns, Rob is blushing, apparently she heard the voice but thinks it came from Rob. Wierd. )
Rob: I.... ummm.... I.... Didn't say it.
FA: Then who did sir?
Rob: Him.
( Points to puppet. )
FA: Sir, dolls don't talk.
Rob: It's not a doll, he's a puppet and he's going to aid me in my quest to conquer pro wrestling.
( The FA roles her eyes. )
FA: Sir if you are going to resist then I am going to have to put the doll in the compartment for you, or ask you to leave the plane.
( Rob goes to grab the puppet but the FA grabs it first. She rips open the over head compartment then violently shoves the puppet in. )
FA: That wasn't so hard no was it?
Rob: Thank you....
stupid cunt
FA: WHAT!?
( Rob's face goes white. )
Rob: Um..... Um..... Um.... You... You heard me?
FA: You know what you little ****, I was going to ask you to have a drink with me after the flight. I happen to be an "Angel" fan but since your going to be a little ****ing prick, you can kiss this sweet ass goodbye. Have a nice ****ing flight, asshole.
( The trampy little FA storms off, hell bent on not giving Rob any peanuts. )
Rob: Thanks... Hey what do I call you?
my parents named me tex
Rob: Parents?
did i studder?
Rob: Tex?
look rob if my name is such a problem i can always go find someone else to mentor into a super evil genius
Rob: I like Tex, it's a cool name.
now rob you have a match to concentrate on
a match that will be your first real step towards becomming a true super villain
right now your a pussy
but i'll toughen you up
i'll mold you and shape you until you are the most powerful being in all of ncw
then the world will shudder at the mention of your name
Rob: Rob Diamond!
no
rob dies at last stand
you must become someone else
someone newer
better
more evil
i need some rest
cut your promo
Rob: More Evil... I can do that. That's easy. I've read enough comic books. I know how to be a bad guy. Yeah, and I'll be the best bad guy ever. No one will be able to stop me. Everyone makes fun of me, doubts me, but their going to see a side of me they've never seen before. Yeah, no one is going to see it coming. I'm sure Falcon and Talon alreayd have some kind of stupid joke their going to make. Let them laugh. I'll have the last laugh. Seated atop my throne. Looking down on my empire I will build here. Falcon and Talon will bow to me. They will know true power when they look at me. They will know a true leader. They will know not to ever taunt me again. Then there's Ricky and John. Ricky, the over arrogant, pompous little punk who seems to think the world owes him something. You know what Ricky, you wear the face paint of the Crow, a super hero. A comic book and movie icon. This is almost too perfect. You see Ricky, as a super villain it is my solemn job to dispose of any and all super heroes. Even if their just wannabes looking to get a pay check. Looky here Ricky. I know your game. Your career was on the brink, you were running out of money, your little lady was harping you left and right. So what did you do, facke a shotting, come up with a really cool and inventive story, then you put on the costume, acting like a vigilante in nCw you go on your little crusade. Suddenly you become some sort of dark hero in nCw, your career picks up, your popularity picks up, and best of all you suddenly matter again. Then you forgot something. You never actually got better. And now here we are, and this Sunday you face off against nCw's only super villain. Good luck hero, because Sunday, the Villain wins.
( Rob looks out the window. )
Rob: John Anthony. The side kick. Your not even worth my time John. Your nothing. Your not Ricky's partner, your his side kick. Your Robin, or BatGirl. Your a joke, a living, breathing joke. And this Sunday your only going to be getting in the way of the future, because that is what is going to happen Sunday, the future. I'm no fool John, I'm not going to just sit back and take the beating like I was. I've seen what you can do, I've seen your strengths and your weakness. I know how to exploit them. I'm going to target you John, you. Your the weak link in the tag team. If I could predict who was going to take the pin fall Sunday,. I'd say it's going to be you. I can feel it. Falcon and Talon are smart, they'll know to try and drop you fast. You won't get such treatment from me. I'm not going to make this quick for you John. As the villain I want my victory to last as long as possible. I want to really cherish it, hold it. I want the whole world to have to watch in awe as Rob Diamond does exaclty what no one ever thought he would. This is only the beginning for me John, but for you, it's going to be the end. Unlike true super hero teams, the two of you will fail, fall and you'll split up. Ricky, the slightly superior one of the two, will drop you once his tag team title obligation is gone. And you, with no hero to follow, will be lost. You'll slip right back into the abyss and your career along with you. This is good bye John Anthony, Wonder Lad.
( Something moves around in the compartment above him. )
Rob: Falcon and Talon. I have so much I want to say to you. So much I want to prove. But that was always my problem, I was always looking to prove something against everyone. I know now that I have nothing to prove, not to you or the world. I am who I am and I am going to do what I m going to do. The two of you will surly stand in my way and I am fully prepared to finally be rid of you. I'm not going to tell you it was a fluke or that I had you beat. You kicked my butt last time and I have no one to blame but myself. But things have changed. Before I wanted to win, but winning isn't always the mission of the villain. Sometimes it's just to draw the hero further into the villains rabbit hole. I promise that I will give you everything I have, and that my aim is to win, but I make you another promise too. This time Talon, win or lose, you will not be walking away from that ring. You understand me? Ricky is a wannabe hero, and he will be my example. You are my arch nemesis Talon, you are the ying to my yang. Talon, you are probably the catalyst for everything that has happened to me. I don't mean that as an insult or accusation. It's just that, after everything they put you through you thought it was only right to put all your frustration on me. You thought it was your right to pick on me and make fun of me like they did to you. It wasn't your right Talon. I think I know why you did it. You claim it was tough love, but I get the feeling you were mad. I get the feeling the ever noble Talon wanted a measure of revenge, to make someone else feel the way he felt. Misery loves company and that is what you we're looking for, because even after all this time your still just everyone elses whipping boy. Even Everyman treats you like garbage. But you know what Talon, I have to thank you. If it wasn't for you I'd never have discovered my true nature. I'd still just be "The King of Diamonds." Running around like a super nerd while undeserving joe nobodies like yourself got every opportunity in the world to make something of yourself. I'm going to come out on top this time Talon and you are finally going to learn your place. Cowering at my feet.
As for Bird Boy. Chris is going to deal with you himself. If you want to play the hero then I'd be more than happy to show you what a true super villain is. Pretty soon all of nCw will know anyways. Sunday is the Last Stand for all of us. But Sunday is the new beginning for me.
( Rob looks into the camera, a crazed and maniacal look taking over his face. )
you know what you have to do rob
so do it
don't sit back don't take no for an answer
beat them
bruise them
bloody them up
and when it's all said and done ncw will fear you
we are going to take over
together
you and i will make the whole world ours
you are my vessel rob and together we will be unstoppable
the only thing left to take care of is him
and i think come last stand we will have every opportunity we need to kill him
( Fade to black. )