Post by Diamond's Incorporated on Jul 18, 2008 23:10:57 GMT -6
( Metropolis. The bright sunny skies have been replaced with dark storm clouds. In the streets below people run in terror. All around things are exploding, crashing and burning. The once safe citizens are now threatened by their former protector and they know not where to go. A large group of people come screaming from around a corner only to run into Metropolis's newest villains.
Rob Diamond and his puppet Tex.
Rob, holding Tex, stands firmly in the center of the street. )
"You will know my power and you will bow to it."
( Rob raises his right hand, all the people cower in fear. A beam of blue light shots from his hand and all the people in front of him turn into dust. Rob begins laughing, he moves Tex around as if he is laughing too. Rob continues down the street.
As he comes around the very same corner he can see that the National Guard has arrived. There are about fifty of them, guns raised, followed by a single tank. Rob laughs at this showing of pitiful power by the American government. The National Guard begins unloading their weapons in Rob's direction. Rob just raises his hand and all the bullets drop to the ground. With a simple gesture half of the men are tossed thirty feet into the air and fifty feet back wards. The rest of them begin to rush towards Rob. Rob points a single index finger at them and a lighting bolt shots out and takes out ten more. The others try to take cover behind cars but the cars begin to just explode seemingly on their own. Rob laughs hysterically. Before anyone knows what happened it's just Rob and the tank now, everyone else is dead or knocked out. The tank is slowly coming towards Rob. Rob looks at it and scoffs. Inside the tank we see they are about to take aim and fire. Slow motion, they fire, the projectile is coming out of the long barrel, Rob, with super speed rushes the tank, he ducks the projectile as it just passes him and upper cuts the tank, the tank goes flying a mile into the air and crashes down somewhere on the other side of the city. Real time. Amidst all this destruction all that is left is Rob Diamond and Tex. Rob continues walking down the street.... )
( We change scenes, back to the real world. A private gym, reserved for Social Distortion members only. As we walk through the gym we see that none of them are here today, save for one. Chris Diamond is on the bench press, right now he's pressing 250 lbs and he's doing it with great ease. He does five more reps before he replaces the bar and sits up. He grabs a near by towel and wipes off his face, then he grabs a bottle of water which he chugs. Chris stays seated as he begins. )
Chris: Wow Falcon... It's like you couldn't have scripted your little retort any better. Seriously, did you write that like three days in advance? I know you pride yourself on being the good guy, and always doing the right thing, and being the light in the darkness and all that jazz, but come on man. Why did you go out of your way to say all the same things you've already said before? Do I look stupid to you? Is my name John Anthony? No, I'm Chris Diamond. I've rolled with you for years Falcon, years, and yet you still give me your standard mumbo jumbo. Look buddy, maybe all your "regular" jargin works on morons like Ricky and John, but again, Chris Diamond, you gotta be smarter than that, wittier than that, and all around better than that. How about you sit down and just watch as to how a real promo is done. I know you've watched me for years, but obviously you weren't as well trained as I'd of like to have thought. Apparently you spent all those years writing up alternate versions of your same old speech.
( Chris clears his throat, messes up his hair and gets down on his knees to get ready for his best Falcon impression. And yeah, that was a short joke that part about getting on his knees, not a gay joke. Dick. )
Chris: *high pitched whiny voice* Look here, I'm a fighter, I always fight, I'm always gonna fight, theres nothing that will stop me from fighting, I don't always win but I fight, and if you didn't come for a fight then your gonna get a fight and if you did come for a fight then you better believe I'm bringing a fight because this is a fight and I know how to fight, but do you know how to fight, you used to know how to fight and win or lose it's going to be a fight, because I don't always win but I always fight and you cannot deny my fight and my heart and how much my heart fights and there is no one that fights like me. BLAH BLAH!
( He stands up and wipes his forehead with his hand. )
Chris: There you have it ladies and gentlemen, my best impression of a Falcon promo. I hope you liked it, I wrote it up last year in preparation for the eventuality of facing him. Kyle, I know you respect me, I know you look up to me, I know our match last week was important to you. I know everything you said so there was no reason to say it. But there is one thing that I don't understand. How do you pretend to know me so well but you always end up not knowing anything at all?
( Chris stands with his arms out as if he is expecting an answer. )
Chris: What was it you said, you weren't afraid because you showed up? Then you gave me three thousand examples of how you showed up and your not afraid of anyone and why your such a big man and how come your penis is twenty feet long like one of those anacondas from that ****ty movie with Ice Cube. Congrats my man, you know how to show up on time. Now it's my turn to point out the flaws in your logic, I know, like you weren't expecting that, shocking. See bitch, I said you were afraid of me, that you believed the hype, I never once said you were a coward. Not once did those words pass through my lips. So despite... DESPITE being afraid, DESPITE being worried about facing me, DESPITE believing the hype I surround myself with, your not a coward. You show up because you are a very brave man. You show up because you love... to fight. Your fear, the fear I see in your eyes, the fear I hear in your silence, doesn't make you any less of a man. It just makes you smarter than our mutual opponents. Your no coward Kyle, I know that. You never were. You looked Tyrant in the face and got your ass handed to you. Were you afraid, maybe, did you believe his hype, possibly, did it stop you from trying your best to beat him, no. You went at it full throttle, like you came at me. No Kyle, you are possibly the bravest man I have ever met, but you are anything but fearless.
( Chris heads over to the ring where his wife beater is laying, black, he throws it on, by now you've noticed he's only wearing training shorts and sneakers. Chris stays by the ring for a second. )
Chris: I love the group dynamic you guys got going. I love how Jack always seems like he's just seconds away from telling you guys to go **** yourselves. I love how the two of you barely seem to get along. I especially love how Jack REALLY wants to win this match and Kyle could care less. Kyle doesn't want tag gold, he's not a tag wrestler, and in all actuality he probably doesn't even want to show up. Jack on the other hand seems to be super excited. This is his golden opportunity to show the whole world why he is so awesome. Come now Jack, do you really think anyone is going to care if you win this match? It's not going to prove your worth to the Enemies or to nCw, all it's going to prove is you can win on occasion, which is something we already knew. And just like a bullet point for your next promo, you've lost pretty much every big match situation you've ever been in. Did you ever notice that? And please... PLEASE do not talk about PWW anymore. I'm tired of talking about PWW. What happened there is irrelevant here. We're not there anymore.
( Courtesy break of the duologue. )
Chris: Your whole little video package about how awesome we all used to be was absolutely and utterly pointless. No one besides the two of you give a **** what this match is supposed to mean for us. And another bullet point for your next promo, all this match means for me... ALL IT MEANS for me is Rob and I are going to be Tag Team Champions. That's it. The two Brothers Diamond are going to solidify their union with gold. As for you two and this "war" with Social Distortion, screw it and you. I don't care. I don't care who wins, who loses. If Spike Kane is gone after Last Stand, then he's gone. Doesn't mean Social D is going anywhere. If you win it doesn't mean we're going anywhere. X, Manson, Tyler, Rob, me, we'll all still be here. Titles or no titles, Spike or no Spike, we still control this company. When are you going to learn the meaning of true power? When? I guess that's too much to ask huh? Just a little to big of a favor for your old pal Chris. This match may mean the world for you, you may be about to piss yourselves because your so damn excited about the beating your about to get but why do you continue to lean on the past? Kyle's whole trip to Leonard was funny, but it's time to let the past lie.
( Chris looks into the ring then back at the camera. )
Chris: What the **** is wrong with you two? PWW is dead. Get over it already. The original Social Enemies are dead. I've grown up. As for Tyrant, thank you for reliving my failures, but you know what? It's been like three, four years. I'm pretty much over it. That's what some of my return has been about. But hey guys, if you really feel the need to tell all of nCw about everything I did back then, then go ahead. Your only wasting your own air time. As far as I'm concerned, the two of you are stuck in the past, stuck with your former glories and you have yet to move on. This is a new place, new faces, something Falcon pretends to know, but still you go back to the fall back. I never want to hear PWW mentioned here again. I dropped the name, I've become someone new and even though that doesn't erase seven years of history, it does mean that I've put it behind me and am looking to the future. Why don't you try looking to the future sometime, like to the nCw World Tag Team Championship?
( He runs his hands through his hair to get it out of his face. )
Chris: I don't care if you think you were in line for something there, here you are nothing. Here, every time you get the chance to improve your situation, you blow it. It's that simple Jack. And if you haven't noticed, this is a big match situation. This is probably the most important match of your entire career, and your going to waste it arguing semantics over poker bull****. This match Jack, is not about who's better at poker. Like I don't know there are many other ways to win. I said it would take an amazing string of luck for the two of you to pull it out. And if you didn't notice my analogy was tag team poker, meaning Rob and my cards were combined as one hand and so were yours and Kyle's. Meaning your four cards were Two Jacks, a Ten and a Queen, mine were Two Kings and Two Aces, meaning that each of us get one last card to complete a five card hand, meaning you would need a.... JACK to ****ing beat us you retard. But obviously the ever so smart Jack missed the analogy, you know, being this is a tag match, why the **** would I break the analogy down like we were all facing each other? I don't care if I broke the precious rules of Texas Hold'em, that wasn't the point.You missed the point. Just like Kyle missed it when I crushed him out of no where. And so you don't screw that up. I mean at the time the match was going on, Kyle made the dumb ass mistake of taking his eyes off me long enough to walk right into my trap. I understand that you no longer missed it and in fact have probably beat off to that several times over....
( Chris shakes his head in disgust.)
Chris: **** it, forget it. I'm moving on.
( He begins to walk away from the ring and heads towards the free weights. )
Chris: The two of you are like a broken record. First you think I'm full of myself, then you bend over back wards for me and tell me I'm awesome. I just don't even know where you stand really. It's like one minute you want to teach me a lesson but then you sound like if I asked you to join up with me you would. Is it really as simple as that? Are you just pissed off that I came back to wrestling and didn't invite you along for the ride? I mean, that's how it sounds. The two of go back and forth, back and forth, but you never really seem to make a point about anything. You almost insult me but then you just kind of drop the matter so as not to anger me. Boys, you've got allot to figure out in the short time we have left. I'm going to tell you right now, we aren't friends, but you need to decide if you want to be my enemies.
( The scene fades out on Chris looking into the camera. From blackness we go to darkness. A dark night in some random city, perhaps the location of this Sunday's PPV. All we know is we are on top of a tall building, looking out over the city. In the darkness a shadow moves, and we draw closer to it. Rob Diamond, with his puppet Tex seated on his left forearm stands alone in the darkness. Rob is wearing a long black leather coat, black button up, black pants and shoes. Almost motionless before he snaps out of his day dream and looks to the camera. )
Rob: You see this landscape?
( We look out to the city again. )
Rob: It's all there for the taking. This whole big world, ripe to be picked. I have a long journey ahead of me, sometimes it's going to be hard, sometimes I'm going to think that I can't make it, but it's a journey that has to be made. It's all well and good to declare yourself a super villain, but it's entirely different when you actually set out on that quest. There is so much to be accomplished, but I will accomplish a big part of it this weekend.
( We look back to Rob who is looking at Tex. )
Rob: My Achilles heel, Talon. A man who has pushed me back down every single time I got up. Whether he wants to chalk it up to tough love or friendship, petty revenge or any other excuse, he did just that, push me down. My rise through this company has been slow, painful, I have met immovable wall after immovable wall. I don't know that no one wants to see me succeed but it sure seems like it.
( He puts Tex down. )
Rob: What is it? Is it the comic books? The movies? My choice in TV shows? What is it that makes me the whipping boy for an entire company? I've beaten nobody after nobody, but have lost to some of the finest stars nCw has to offer. It's like I'm apparently good enough not to matter. Something Talon and I have in common. You might say it embittered me, that it showed me the road that I am now walking down.
( A breeze blows through and muffles the mic for a second. Rob waits. )
Rob: A road I wasn't aware I was on. How was I supposed to know I was the bad guy? We're neither here nor there anymore are we? We've moved on, opened a new duologue. And that duologue would be what? Our match this Sunday, of course.
( Rob smiles. )
Rob: I'm looking around and what do I see? I see a fool acting as foolish as can be. His name, though dull, is John Anthony and he'll lose this match and titles simultaneously. It's very amusing for both Chris and me, but what's even better is he'll fall to adversity.
( He picks up Tex and holds him out in front of himself, admiring the handy work of the designers. )
Rob: Did you like that little poem I wrote for you John? I hope you did. I realize my little act was getting old, talking about comics and movies, and even trying to look good in front of you people. I see now what the true nature of the game is. It's not so much about the wins or the losses but how the people think of you. If you are perceived as the hero you will be such. I don't want to be perceived, my goal is much higher than that. I want to be feared.
( He sits Tex back on his arm. )
Rob: I don't know what you want John. To win? To prove yourself? You want something. I must take that away from you. Only when you lose what you cherish most do you fully understand and appreciate what you had. Too many people in nCw have grown fat and lazy with what they have. Too many sit back and don't appreciate the bounty they have before them. You two are guilty of that. Ricky, a once proud wrestler, sky rocketing to the top is now nothing more than a show opener with more loses then I have comic books and I have thousands. John Anthony, a man nCw once thought would one day head line the company has now grown stagnant and stale. The both of you do not appreciate what you have, you think you earned it, deserve it... I will take it.
( Rob moves closer to the ledge. )
Rob: There is something you fail to realize... You, though fully prepared to talk the talk, underestimate us. You still believe the real battle is with Falcon and Talon. You John, like your partner before you, think you are going to walk into this match and just dispatch us with such laughable ease. You think that Chris and I will just fall to your alleged ability. Did you watch the triple threat? Ricky didn't just lose John, he was embarrassed. Falcon put him down before he met his own end. Did you see it? Did you see how Chris waited and when the time was right he just ended the match? Perhaps you missed it. Watch it again John, please. As for title wins...
( Rob frowns. )
Rob: You've got me there, I have none. My one and only other chance at even coming close to a title ended in a losing effort against Davey Ortega. A match that I must add I had won until Ace got in the way. Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk. Much like Chris, I'm through living in my past. I'm through feeling bad about yesterday. It's all about today for me. Sunday to be more specific. Gold drives some men, it does. It drives you. Gold is all that matters. Like Falcon says, it validates your worth to the company. Gold no longer drives me. Causing people to suffer will make me happy enough. It's ironic though, you losing your gold would cause you to suffer more than anything else.
that is why we will take it
Rob: Now that leads me to my next question. What can I do or take from my dear old friends Falcon and Talon that would cause them to suffer to a justifiable degree?
seemingly nothing
Rob: You couldn't have hit the nail more on the head Tex, you really couldn't of.
we will have to find it.
Rob: That sounds like fun. But there is something horribly wrong with all of this. Falcon and Talon unlike our other opponents did nothing in their little promo package except give reasons why Chris and I should and probably would win.
they've already given up
Rob: Careful, they might try to crack one of their patented jokes.
or a patented roll up for the win
Rob: You always have to keep an eye on Falcon. He'll take the cheap win when he can get it, he's proven it time and again. Falcon claims he likes to fight, but it still mystifies me how many matches he wins with roll ups. Tell me Falcon, how much can you like to fight when all you really ever do is catch your opponent off guard and pin him? That's not a fight. That almost seems like something I should be doing. Yet it is me who always fights till his last breath. They call me a villain.
the cruelest of jokes
Rob: But all jokes aside Falcon and I'm sure you have many, when did this become a Diamond's Incorporated love fest? You two are the fan favorites. John and Ricky are the under dog champions. We by default are the heel tag team that should be taking the pin. If this were Double E wrestling. There is no need to tell Chris how good he is, he knows, trust me. As for me, why waste the time? I know how people feel about me and if it isn't fear then I don't care. That's why I must find out... How do I make you suffer?How do I make you fear me?
there is no easy answer
Rob: Your tough, your strong and you represent everything I need to over come. You pretend to fear nothing, to feel nothing. Falcon claims to have no family, no distractions, Talon is a sad, miserable shell of a man. Neither of you seemingly have anything I can take away. But that's where you'd be wrong. You have one thing. You have your pride. Something you flaunt all through out your promos and matches.
pride does not equal power
Rob: Your pride makes you righteous, it makes you fighters, it makes you the epitome of what every wrestler wishes to be. It's your pride that allows you to walk away from a loss with nothing more than the drive to improve for next time. It's your pride that allows you to walk away from a win without your heading exploding to the size of the sun. Your pride is all the two of you really have. So it's your pride that I will take from you. Win or lose boys.
when the heroes fall... the villains come out to play.
( Rob reaches into his pants pocket with his right hand. He pulls out a Jack of Hearts. He admires the card for a moment. )
Rob: Not all too long ago Talon I would have been so excited about this match I would have probably gone number two in my pants. Fortunately for all of us I'm no longer retarded. This will not be any of our Last Stands. That is something we can all seem to agree on. No one is going to die, no one is going to retire. The six of us will walk in and the six of us will walk out. Two of us will be champions, four of us will be losers. For you and I Talon, this marks the fourth chapter in our on going feud. You've beaten me three times, twice soundly. I will promise you nothing Talon about this Sunday, save on thing. You will cower at my feet...
cower before your new lord
( Rob takes the card between his index and middle fingers then he simply flicks it into the breeze. The camera follows the card as it makes it's way slowly towards the ground below. When we look back both Rob and Tex are gone as the scene slowly fades to darkness. )
Rob Diamond and his puppet Tex.
Rob, holding Tex, stands firmly in the center of the street. )
"You will know my power and you will bow to it."
( Rob raises his right hand, all the people cower in fear. A beam of blue light shots from his hand and all the people in front of him turn into dust. Rob begins laughing, he moves Tex around as if he is laughing too. Rob continues down the street.
As he comes around the very same corner he can see that the National Guard has arrived. There are about fifty of them, guns raised, followed by a single tank. Rob laughs at this showing of pitiful power by the American government. The National Guard begins unloading their weapons in Rob's direction. Rob just raises his hand and all the bullets drop to the ground. With a simple gesture half of the men are tossed thirty feet into the air and fifty feet back wards. The rest of them begin to rush towards Rob. Rob points a single index finger at them and a lighting bolt shots out and takes out ten more. The others try to take cover behind cars but the cars begin to just explode seemingly on their own. Rob laughs hysterically. Before anyone knows what happened it's just Rob and the tank now, everyone else is dead or knocked out. The tank is slowly coming towards Rob. Rob looks at it and scoffs. Inside the tank we see they are about to take aim and fire. Slow motion, they fire, the projectile is coming out of the long barrel, Rob, with super speed rushes the tank, he ducks the projectile as it just passes him and upper cuts the tank, the tank goes flying a mile into the air and crashes down somewhere on the other side of the city. Real time. Amidst all this destruction all that is left is Rob Diamond and Tex. Rob continues walking down the street.... )
( We change scenes, back to the real world. A private gym, reserved for Social Distortion members only. As we walk through the gym we see that none of them are here today, save for one. Chris Diamond is on the bench press, right now he's pressing 250 lbs and he's doing it with great ease. He does five more reps before he replaces the bar and sits up. He grabs a near by towel and wipes off his face, then he grabs a bottle of water which he chugs. Chris stays seated as he begins. )
Chris: Wow Falcon... It's like you couldn't have scripted your little retort any better. Seriously, did you write that like three days in advance? I know you pride yourself on being the good guy, and always doing the right thing, and being the light in the darkness and all that jazz, but come on man. Why did you go out of your way to say all the same things you've already said before? Do I look stupid to you? Is my name John Anthony? No, I'm Chris Diamond. I've rolled with you for years Falcon, years, and yet you still give me your standard mumbo jumbo. Look buddy, maybe all your "regular" jargin works on morons like Ricky and John, but again, Chris Diamond, you gotta be smarter than that, wittier than that, and all around better than that. How about you sit down and just watch as to how a real promo is done. I know you've watched me for years, but obviously you weren't as well trained as I'd of like to have thought. Apparently you spent all those years writing up alternate versions of your same old speech.
( Chris clears his throat, messes up his hair and gets down on his knees to get ready for his best Falcon impression. And yeah, that was a short joke that part about getting on his knees, not a gay joke. Dick. )
Chris: *high pitched whiny voice* Look here, I'm a fighter, I always fight, I'm always gonna fight, theres nothing that will stop me from fighting, I don't always win but I fight, and if you didn't come for a fight then your gonna get a fight and if you did come for a fight then you better believe I'm bringing a fight because this is a fight and I know how to fight, but do you know how to fight, you used to know how to fight and win or lose it's going to be a fight, because I don't always win but I always fight and you cannot deny my fight and my heart and how much my heart fights and there is no one that fights like me. BLAH BLAH!
( He stands up and wipes his forehead with his hand. )
Chris: There you have it ladies and gentlemen, my best impression of a Falcon promo. I hope you liked it, I wrote it up last year in preparation for the eventuality of facing him. Kyle, I know you respect me, I know you look up to me, I know our match last week was important to you. I know everything you said so there was no reason to say it. But there is one thing that I don't understand. How do you pretend to know me so well but you always end up not knowing anything at all?
( Chris stands with his arms out as if he is expecting an answer. )
Chris: What was it you said, you weren't afraid because you showed up? Then you gave me three thousand examples of how you showed up and your not afraid of anyone and why your such a big man and how come your penis is twenty feet long like one of those anacondas from that ****ty movie with Ice Cube. Congrats my man, you know how to show up on time. Now it's my turn to point out the flaws in your logic, I know, like you weren't expecting that, shocking. See bitch, I said you were afraid of me, that you believed the hype, I never once said you were a coward. Not once did those words pass through my lips. So despite... DESPITE being afraid, DESPITE being worried about facing me, DESPITE believing the hype I surround myself with, your not a coward. You show up because you are a very brave man. You show up because you love... to fight. Your fear, the fear I see in your eyes, the fear I hear in your silence, doesn't make you any less of a man. It just makes you smarter than our mutual opponents. Your no coward Kyle, I know that. You never were. You looked Tyrant in the face and got your ass handed to you. Were you afraid, maybe, did you believe his hype, possibly, did it stop you from trying your best to beat him, no. You went at it full throttle, like you came at me. No Kyle, you are possibly the bravest man I have ever met, but you are anything but fearless.
( Chris heads over to the ring where his wife beater is laying, black, he throws it on, by now you've noticed he's only wearing training shorts and sneakers. Chris stays by the ring for a second. )
Chris: I love the group dynamic you guys got going. I love how Jack always seems like he's just seconds away from telling you guys to go **** yourselves. I love how the two of you barely seem to get along. I especially love how Jack REALLY wants to win this match and Kyle could care less. Kyle doesn't want tag gold, he's not a tag wrestler, and in all actuality he probably doesn't even want to show up. Jack on the other hand seems to be super excited. This is his golden opportunity to show the whole world why he is so awesome. Come now Jack, do you really think anyone is going to care if you win this match? It's not going to prove your worth to the Enemies or to nCw, all it's going to prove is you can win on occasion, which is something we already knew. And just like a bullet point for your next promo, you've lost pretty much every big match situation you've ever been in. Did you ever notice that? And please... PLEASE do not talk about PWW anymore. I'm tired of talking about PWW. What happened there is irrelevant here. We're not there anymore.
( Courtesy break of the duologue. )
Chris: Your whole little video package about how awesome we all used to be was absolutely and utterly pointless. No one besides the two of you give a **** what this match is supposed to mean for us. And another bullet point for your next promo, all this match means for me... ALL IT MEANS for me is Rob and I are going to be Tag Team Champions. That's it. The two Brothers Diamond are going to solidify their union with gold. As for you two and this "war" with Social Distortion, screw it and you. I don't care. I don't care who wins, who loses. If Spike Kane is gone after Last Stand, then he's gone. Doesn't mean Social D is going anywhere. If you win it doesn't mean we're going anywhere. X, Manson, Tyler, Rob, me, we'll all still be here. Titles or no titles, Spike or no Spike, we still control this company. When are you going to learn the meaning of true power? When? I guess that's too much to ask huh? Just a little to big of a favor for your old pal Chris. This match may mean the world for you, you may be about to piss yourselves because your so damn excited about the beating your about to get but why do you continue to lean on the past? Kyle's whole trip to Leonard was funny, but it's time to let the past lie.
( Chris looks into the ring then back at the camera. )
Chris: What the **** is wrong with you two? PWW is dead. Get over it already. The original Social Enemies are dead. I've grown up. As for Tyrant, thank you for reliving my failures, but you know what? It's been like three, four years. I'm pretty much over it. That's what some of my return has been about. But hey guys, if you really feel the need to tell all of nCw about everything I did back then, then go ahead. Your only wasting your own air time. As far as I'm concerned, the two of you are stuck in the past, stuck with your former glories and you have yet to move on. This is a new place, new faces, something Falcon pretends to know, but still you go back to the fall back. I never want to hear PWW mentioned here again. I dropped the name, I've become someone new and even though that doesn't erase seven years of history, it does mean that I've put it behind me and am looking to the future. Why don't you try looking to the future sometime, like to the nCw World Tag Team Championship?
( He runs his hands through his hair to get it out of his face. )
Chris: I don't care if you think you were in line for something there, here you are nothing. Here, every time you get the chance to improve your situation, you blow it. It's that simple Jack. And if you haven't noticed, this is a big match situation. This is probably the most important match of your entire career, and your going to waste it arguing semantics over poker bull****. This match Jack, is not about who's better at poker. Like I don't know there are many other ways to win. I said it would take an amazing string of luck for the two of you to pull it out. And if you didn't notice my analogy was tag team poker, meaning Rob and my cards were combined as one hand and so were yours and Kyle's. Meaning your four cards were Two Jacks, a Ten and a Queen, mine were Two Kings and Two Aces, meaning that each of us get one last card to complete a five card hand, meaning you would need a.... JACK to ****ing beat us you retard. But obviously the ever so smart Jack missed the analogy, you know, being this is a tag match, why the **** would I break the analogy down like we were all facing each other? I don't care if I broke the precious rules of Texas Hold'em, that wasn't the point.You missed the point. Just like Kyle missed it when I crushed him out of no where. And so you don't screw that up. I mean at the time the match was going on, Kyle made the dumb ass mistake of taking his eyes off me long enough to walk right into my trap. I understand that you no longer missed it and in fact have probably beat off to that several times over....
( Chris shakes his head in disgust.)
Chris: **** it, forget it. I'm moving on.
( He begins to walk away from the ring and heads towards the free weights. )
Chris: The two of you are like a broken record. First you think I'm full of myself, then you bend over back wards for me and tell me I'm awesome. I just don't even know where you stand really. It's like one minute you want to teach me a lesson but then you sound like if I asked you to join up with me you would. Is it really as simple as that? Are you just pissed off that I came back to wrestling and didn't invite you along for the ride? I mean, that's how it sounds. The two of go back and forth, back and forth, but you never really seem to make a point about anything. You almost insult me but then you just kind of drop the matter so as not to anger me. Boys, you've got allot to figure out in the short time we have left. I'm going to tell you right now, we aren't friends, but you need to decide if you want to be my enemies.
( The scene fades out on Chris looking into the camera. From blackness we go to darkness. A dark night in some random city, perhaps the location of this Sunday's PPV. All we know is we are on top of a tall building, looking out over the city. In the darkness a shadow moves, and we draw closer to it. Rob Diamond, with his puppet Tex seated on his left forearm stands alone in the darkness. Rob is wearing a long black leather coat, black button up, black pants and shoes. Almost motionless before he snaps out of his day dream and looks to the camera. )
Rob: You see this landscape?
( We look out to the city again. )
Rob: It's all there for the taking. This whole big world, ripe to be picked. I have a long journey ahead of me, sometimes it's going to be hard, sometimes I'm going to think that I can't make it, but it's a journey that has to be made. It's all well and good to declare yourself a super villain, but it's entirely different when you actually set out on that quest. There is so much to be accomplished, but I will accomplish a big part of it this weekend.
( We look back to Rob who is looking at Tex. )
Rob: My Achilles heel, Talon. A man who has pushed me back down every single time I got up. Whether he wants to chalk it up to tough love or friendship, petty revenge or any other excuse, he did just that, push me down. My rise through this company has been slow, painful, I have met immovable wall after immovable wall. I don't know that no one wants to see me succeed but it sure seems like it.
( He puts Tex down. )
Rob: What is it? Is it the comic books? The movies? My choice in TV shows? What is it that makes me the whipping boy for an entire company? I've beaten nobody after nobody, but have lost to some of the finest stars nCw has to offer. It's like I'm apparently good enough not to matter. Something Talon and I have in common. You might say it embittered me, that it showed me the road that I am now walking down.
( A breeze blows through and muffles the mic for a second. Rob waits. )
Rob: A road I wasn't aware I was on. How was I supposed to know I was the bad guy? We're neither here nor there anymore are we? We've moved on, opened a new duologue. And that duologue would be what? Our match this Sunday, of course.
( Rob smiles. )
Rob: I'm looking around and what do I see? I see a fool acting as foolish as can be. His name, though dull, is John Anthony and he'll lose this match and titles simultaneously. It's very amusing for both Chris and me, but what's even better is he'll fall to adversity.
( He picks up Tex and holds him out in front of himself, admiring the handy work of the designers. )
Rob: Did you like that little poem I wrote for you John? I hope you did. I realize my little act was getting old, talking about comics and movies, and even trying to look good in front of you people. I see now what the true nature of the game is. It's not so much about the wins or the losses but how the people think of you. If you are perceived as the hero you will be such. I don't want to be perceived, my goal is much higher than that. I want to be feared.
( He sits Tex back on his arm. )
Rob: I don't know what you want John. To win? To prove yourself? You want something. I must take that away from you. Only when you lose what you cherish most do you fully understand and appreciate what you had. Too many people in nCw have grown fat and lazy with what they have. Too many sit back and don't appreciate the bounty they have before them. You two are guilty of that. Ricky, a once proud wrestler, sky rocketing to the top is now nothing more than a show opener with more loses then I have comic books and I have thousands. John Anthony, a man nCw once thought would one day head line the company has now grown stagnant and stale. The both of you do not appreciate what you have, you think you earned it, deserve it... I will take it.
( Rob moves closer to the ledge. )
Rob: There is something you fail to realize... You, though fully prepared to talk the talk, underestimate us. You still believe the real battle is with Falcon and Talon. You John, like your partner before you, think you are going to walk into this match and just dispatch us with such laughable ease. You think that Chris and I will just fall to your alleged ability. Did you watch the triple threat? Ricky didn't just lose John, he was embarrassed. Falcon put him down before he met his own end. Did you see it? Did you see how Chris waited and when the time was right he just ended the match? Perhaps you missed it. Watch it again John, please. As for title wins...
( Rob frowns. )
Rob: You've got me there, I have none. My one and only other chance at even coming close to a title ended in a losing effort against Davey Ortega. A match that I must add I had won until Ace got in the way. Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk. Much like Chris, I'm through living in my past. I'm through feeling bad about yesterday. It's all about today for me. Sunday to be more specific. Gold drives some men, it does. It drives you. Gold is all that matters. Like Falcon says, it validates your worth to the company. Gold no longer drives me. Causing people to suffer will make me happy enough. It's ironic though, you losing your gold would cause you to suffer more than anything else.
that is why we will take it
Rob: Now that leads me to my next question. What can I do or take from my dear old friends Falcon and Talon that would cause them to suffer to a justifiable degree?
seemingly nothing
Rob: You couldn't have hit the nail more on the head Tex, you really couldn't of.
we will have to find it.
Rob: That sounds like fun. But there is something horribly wrong with all of this. Falcon and Talon unlike our other opponents did nothing in their little promo package except give reasons why Chris and I should and probably would win.
they've already given up
Rob: Careful, they might try to crack one of their patented jokes.
or a patented roll up for the win
Rob: You always have to keep an eye on Falcon. He'll take the cheap win when he can get it, he's proven it time and again. Falcon claims he likes to fight, but it still mystifies me how many matches he wins with roll ups. Tell me Falcon, how much can you like to fight when all you really ever do is catch your opponent off guard and pin him? That's not a fight. That almost seems like something I should be doing. Yet it is me who always fights till his last breath. They call me a villain.
the cruelest of jokes
Rob: But all jokes aside Falcon and I'm sure you have many, when did this become a Diamond's Incorporated love fest? You two are the fan favorites. John and Ricky are the under dog champions. We by default are the heel tag team that should be taking the pin. If this were Double E wrestling. There is no need to tell Chris how good he is, he knows, trust me. As for me, why waste the time? I know how people feel about me and if it isn't fear then I don't care. That's why I must find out... How do I make you suffer?How do I make you fear me?
there is no easy answer
Rob: Your tough, your strong and you represent everything I need to over come. You pretend to fear nothing, to feel nothing. Falcon claims to have no family, no distractions, Talon is a sad, miserable shell of a man. Neither of you seemingly have anything I can take away. But that's where you'd be wrong. You have one thing. You have your pride. Something you flaunt all through out your promos and matches.
pride does not equal power
Rob: Your pride makes you righteous, it makes you fighters, it makes you the epitome of what every wrestler wishes to be. It's your pride that allows you to walk away from a loss with nothing more than the drive to improve for next time. It's your pride that allows you to walk away from a win without your heading exploding to the size of the sun. Your pride is all the two of you really have. So it's your pride that I will take from you. Win or lose boys.
when the heroes fall... the villains come out to play.
( Rob reaches into his pants pocket with his right hand. He pulls out a Jack of Hearts. He admires the card for a moment. )
Rob: Not all too long ago Talon I would have been so excited about this match I would have probably gone number two in my pants. Fortunately for all of us I'm no longer retarded. This will not be any of our Last Stands. That is something we can all seem to agree on. No one is going to die, no one is going to retire. The six of us will walk in and the six of us will walk out. Two of us will be champions, four of us will be losers. For you and I Talon, this marks the fourth chapter in our on going feud. You've beaten me three times, twice soundly. I will promise you nothing Talon about this Sunday, save on thing. You will cower at my feet...
cower before your new lord
( Rob takes the card between his index and middle fingers then he simply flicks it into the breeze. The camera follows the card as it makes it's way slowly towards the ground below. When we look back both Rob and Tex are gone as the scene slowly fades to darkness. )