Post by Rob Diamond on Sept 26, 2008 20:16:49 GMT -6
( Bradly Airport, Connecticut. Lord Dominicus Rob Diamond and Warren Suffering sit together waiting for their flight to Miami, Florida. Warren sports an ear to ear smile because unknowing to Rob, this is the first time Warren has ever brought anyone home to meet his family, friend or other wise. Rob on the other hand is deeply focused on the match this weekend. This match may just be the most important match of Rob's career. He isn't just fighting for his plush puppet friend, he's fighting for the ability to keep his little world of super heroes and villains alive. Without that puppet he just becomes Rob Diamond again. And who is Rob Diamond? The lackey little brother of Maniac Chris Diamond? The nerdy little brother of Shelly Blake? Or the dorky brother in law of Angel Blake? Rob Diamond is a no body, Lord Dominicus on the other hand. Lord Dominicus is a Dark Lord of Evil. A master mind of mischief. Lord Dominicus a super powered Villain with all the tools of domination and he is led by his Dark Master, Tex. Without Tex there is no Lord Dominicus. So, pardon the cliche, failure is just not an option Sunday. Rob and Warren sit, the plane will be loading soon. Warren finally looks to Rob. )
Warren: My Lord... I'm really happy you said yes to coming and seeing my parents. I mean, they.... Their... I mean, it's just... I've never meet anyone like you before and I just know that they are going to go head over heels for you.
( Rob sort of roles his eyes, this is maybe the twentieth time Warren has praised him in some way today. )
Warren: You've taught me so much since we've been together. Not just about wrestling, which I mean, you've taught me tons about. But you've taught me how to be a real man, how to stand up for what you believe in no matter what anyone says. People call you evil and stuff and it's just, they don't understand, your not evil. Your a hero in your own way. I look up to that, I respect that. That's why I want to be just like you.
( Again Rob just sort of looks away. By this time a few of the other passengers are staring at them which is making Rob fairly uncomfortable. Warren is still looking up at him with a dreamy sort of glazed over look in his eye. Rob turns carefully and sees Warren staring at him, half smiles and turns away. The other passengers start whispering to themselves. )
Warren: I know, I must sound really dumb... It's just... Well... Your my best friend My Lord... My... only friend....
( A tear wells up in the eye of Warren Suffering as he waits ever patiently like some sort of lap dog practically begging for a pat on the head. Rob again turns around, just catching in the corner of his eye the waiting Warren. He struggles, fumbles for something in his pocket before dropping a cell phone. Everyone looks at Rob as he has only embarrassed himself more. )
Rob:.... Super Villains have no friends...
( What did he just say? I don't know... He just shot out the first thing that came to mind, some sort of super villain rhetoric. Warren looks hurt, saddened, he was hoping for an emotionally touching moment and Rob just kicked him right in the proverbial balls. Rob grabs his phone and again looks at the now frowning Warren. )
Rob: Super villains have comrades.
( Gotta fix this man, you need him. )
Rob: And you have proven to be a most reliable comrade. And an even better Dark Apprentice...
( Please work, please work... YES! He smiled, thank goodness. Alright, he's appeased, now to get on with business. Gotta move off somewhere, somewhere private. )
Rob: Stay here for a minute, I gotta... Ummm... I gotta go... *looks around* *whispers* pee...
( Warren nods. )
Warren: Look Rob, I know you try to act tough when the camera are on, and maybe I am just an apprentice to you, but you are really trully my best friend.
( Sigh... Gag... Rob smiles and gets up from the seat and heads off through the crowd of people. He stops and looks around. All he sees is a public rest room and he is done cutting promos from within rest rooms. Then it occurs to Rob, GREEN SCREEN! He can cut a promo later on in a studio and cut it in nicely right here. Rob turns to the camera and waves as it fades out on the air port. We re open in a dark city. Buildings are crumpled and burning. Atop the tallest building sits Lord Dominicus on a throne made of human skulls. He laughs as his Legion of Doom chest armors bounces up and down. He looks into your eyes, the fire burning your soul as he prepares whatever evil he has planned. )
Rob: SO DYLAN! You think your funny with your little intercourse jokes? That you have reached some new level of maturity? Look at me Dylan, do I look amused?
( We get a close up and he does not. )
Rob: I swear to all that is evil if you have touched my Tex with anything foul I will be sure to remove it from your body and stick it some place the sun never ever shines. Your opinion of me, you calling me a loser, your insults, their only fueling me Dylan. Only fueling the hatred that is already driving this machine forward. You make light of my recent undefeated streak. You act as if I have done nothing and beaten no one. How long have you been apart of nCw? How many wars have you fought? Have you even feuded with anyone? NO!
( In the background lighting strikes as Rob stands up to make a point with his hands. )
Rob: I'm warning you Dylan, warning you right here and right now. The time for fun and games is over. The time for foolish little threats is over. Lord Dominicus is on the hunt for you. Lord Dominicus wants your soul. You have two options and you have chosen to fight. You want this match? You want to make us out to be fools? You want to show the world how much of a joke we are? Unfortunate for you that you will have no such chance. Lord Dominicus will not allow, will not tolerate such atrocities. Tex is coming home with me, no matter what I have to do. NOTHING WILL STAND IN MY WAY!
( Rob points down at us as more lighting strikes in the distance. )
Rob: Chris, watch your cartoons, try and trick your mind into believing that Tex likes you, even loves you. I'll tell you something, he hates Ren and Stimpy. Children's shows are not what a Dark Master enjoys. A Dark Master like Tex enjoys blood, torture, torment, terror, evil things. A Dark Master like Tex enjoys watching peons like yourselves squirm and slither under neath his boots, and trust you me, that is what you will be doing come Sunday. I'm not some sight gag, I'm not some talentless hack. I'm coming to Miami looking to do battle. I'm coming to Miami looking to vanquish my foes. All the toy of you are doing is telling jokes and watching cartoons. Why I was ever worried about you is a wonder to me. I do know that after Sunday I will never be worried bout you again. Behold the power of a Dark Lord!
( Rob raises both arms as lighting shots out from his hands and lays waste to all the surroundings buildings. Dust clouds rise up and envelope the camera as Lord Dominicus's laughter is all that can be heard. We fade back into now the in air air plane and Rob Diamond's face smiling and nodding. Warren sits next to him working on his next blog. )
Rob: So, since I'm going to be meeting your parents soon, what are their names?
Warren: Martha and Bruce.
( Rob ponders this for a second, trying to figure out why it seems a little odd. Then he remembers, Warren's last name, his real one... Wayne... His father is Bruce Wayne. A real live Bruce Wayne... Son of a...)
Rob: Bruce and Martha... Wayne?
Warren: Yup.
Rob: What... Does he doe for a living?
Warren: He runs "Wayne Paper Enterprises."
( Rob just looks into the camera with a look of complete and utter disbelief. We fade out on Rob. )
Posted on ncwentertainment.com at 10:30 PM, Friday the 26th of September.
Wow... That is all I can say. The "Heroes" season premiere was everything I could have hoped for and more. Sylar gets Claire's power, future Peter shots Nathan, Nathan finds god, Linderman is a ghost, Ando turns on Hiro in the future, a new future disaster, and a ton of new villains, one of which is present Peter somehow trapped in his body. Tim Kring didn't just deliver on the season premiere, he completely blew away the last two seasons with a single episode. A single, two hour episode, chalk full of awesomeness. If there is someone out there that didn't love that episode, speak now or forever hold your peace.
"Heroes" is back baby, and it's kicking tail and taking names. Forget any other show, other shows don't even exist to me.
Wait...I'm getting off track again, aren't I? Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have other fans out there who like to read my blogs and not just read my insults to mu opponents.
You know what Dylan, I didn't even really say anything bad to you and you still felt the need to attack me verbally, why? Do you feel you have something to prove to me? Just because I'd rather sit back and type out my words then speak them from some random hotel room while my child like tag team partner has some sort of strange fantasy with a puppet?
Dylan, I'm not here to be disrespectful. I'm not here to make jokes or tick people off. I'm here simply to wrestle with and for my Dark Lord. Wrestling is a dream of mine and Lord Dominicus is my idol. My leader. I will follow him to the ends of the Earth. I'm sorry you feel some sort of need to try and make us look bad, but all your doing is showing the seven people that watch your childish little productions that your half as "grown up" as you pretend to be.
Jokes aside, foolishness aside. Sunday will be serious. Sure, you think the rules are a joke, but the other three of us don't. Three of us will be battling for something we care about while your battling for yourself. Your going to be concerned with the only thing your concerned about, yourself, making yourself look good. Mean while, Lord Dominicus, Chris and I will be going to war over Tex. That is why you will lose Dylan. Chris is going to fight this battle one his own. You even showed in your little movie that you and Chris aren't on the same page. Have fun now Dylan, at our expense even, but just like Doctor Doom, we pull all the strings.
Bet you don't know what that means huh?
EXCELSIOR!!!!
Warren: My Lord... I'm really happy you said yes to coming and seeing my parents. I mean, they.... Their... I mean, it's just... I've never meet anyone like you before and I just know that they are going to go head over heels for you.
( Rob sort of roles his eyes, this is maybe the twentieth time Warren has praised him in some way today. )
Warren: You've taught me so much since we've been together. Not just about wrestling, which I mean, you've taught me tons about. But you've taught me how to be a real man, how to stand up for what you believe in no matter what anyone says. People call you evil and stuff and it's just, they don't understand, your not evil. Your a hero in your own way. I look up to that, I respect that. That's why I want to be just like you.
( Again Rob just sort of looks away. By this time a few of the other passengers are staring at them which is making Rob fairly uncomfortable. Warren is still looking up at him with a dreamy sort of glazed over look in his eye. Rob turns carefully and sees Warren staring at him, half smiles and turns away. The other passengers start whispering to themselves. )
Warren: I know, I must sound really dumb... It's just... Well... Your my best friend My Lord... My... only friend....
( A tear wells up in the eye of Warren Suffering as he waits ever patiently like some sort of lap dog practically begging for a pat on the head. Rob again turns around, just catching in the corner of his eye the waiting Warren. He struggles, fumbles for something in his pocket before dropping a cell phone. Everyone looks at Rob as he has only embarrassed himself more. )
Rob:.... Super Villains have no friends...
( What did he just say? I don't know... He just shot out the first thing that came to mind, some sort of super villain rhetoric. Warren looks hurt, saddened, he was hoping for an emotionally touching moment and Rob just kicked him right in the proverbial balls. Rob grabs his phone and again looks at the now frowning Warren. )
Rob: Super villains have comrades.
( Gotta fix this man, you need him. )
Rob: And you have proven to be a most reliable comrade. And an even better Dark Apprentice...
( Please work, please work... YES! He smiled, thank goodness. Alright, he's appeased, now to get on with business. Gotta move off somewhere, somewhere private. )
Rob: Stay here for a minute, I gotta... Ummm... I gotta go... *looks around* *whispers* pee...
( Warren nods. )
Warren: Look Rob, I know you try to act tough when the camera are on, and maybe I am just an apprentice to you, but you are really trully my best friend.
( Sigh... Gag... Rob smiles and gets up from the seat and heads off through the crowd of people. He stops and looks around. All he sees is a public rest room and he is done cutting promos from within rest rooms. Then it occurs to Rob, GREEN SCREEN! He can cut a promo later on in a studio and cut it in nicely right here. Rob turns to the camera and waves as it fades out on the air port. We re open in a dark city. Buildings are crumpled and burning. Atop the tallest building sits Lord Dominicus on a throne made of human skulls. He laughs as his Legion of Doom chest armors bounces up and down. He looks into your eyes, the fire burning your soul as he prepares whatever evil he has planned. )
Rob: SO DYLAN! You think your funny with your little intercourse jokes? That you have reached some new level of maturity? Look at me Dylan, do I look amused?
( We get a close up and he does not. )
Rob: I swear to all that is evil if you have touched my Tex with anything foul I will be sure to remove it from your body and stick it some place the sun never ever shines. Your opinion of me, you calling me a loser, your insults, their only fueling me Dylan. Only fueling the hatred that is already driving this machine forward. You make light of my recent undefeated streak. You act as if I have done nothing and beaten no one. How long have you been apart of nCw? How many wars have you fought? Have you even feuded with anyone? NO!
( In the background lighting strikes as Rob stands up to make a point with his hands. )
Rob: I'm warning you Dylan, warning you right here and right now. The time for fun and games is over. The time for foolish little threats is over. Lord Dominicus is on the hunt for you. Lord Dominicus wants your soul. You have two options and you have chosen to fight. You want this match? You want to make us out to be fools? You want to show the world how much of a joke we are? Unfortunate for you that you will have no such chance. Lord Dominicus will not allow, will not tolerate such atrocities. Tex is coming home with me, no matter what I have to do. NOTHING WILL STAND IN MY WAY!
( Rob points down at us as more lighting strikes in the distance. )
Rob: Chris, watch your cartoons, try and trick your mind into believing that Tex likes you, even loves you. I'll tell you something, he hates Ren and Stimpy. Children's shows are not what a Dark Master enjoys. A Dark Master like Tex enjoys blood, torture, torment, terror, evil things. A Dark Master like Tex enjoys watching peons like yourselves squirm and slither under neath his boots, and trust you me, that is what you will be doing come Sunday. I'm not some sight gag, I'm not some talentless hack. I'm coming to Miami looking to do battle. I'm coming to Miami looking to vanquish my foes. All the toy of you are doing is telling jokes and watching cartoons. Why I was ever worried about you is a wonder to me. I do know that after Sunday I will never be worried bout you again. Behold the power of a Dark Lord!
( Rob raises both arms as lighting shots out from his hands and lays waste to all the surroundings buildings. Dust clouds rise up and envelope the camera as Lord Dominicus's laughter is all that can be heard. We fade back into now the in air air plane and Rob Diamond's face smiling and nodding. Warren sits next to him working on his next blog. )
Rob: So, since I'm going to be meeting your parents soon, what are their names?
Warren: Martha and Bruce.
( Rob ponders this for a second, trying to figure out why it seems a little odd. Then he remembers, Warren's last name, his real one... Wayne... His father is Bruce Wayne. A real live Bruce Wayne... Son of a...)
Rob: Bruce and Martha... Wayne?
Warren: Yup.
Rob: What... Does he doe for a living?
Warren: He runs "Wayne Paper Enterprises."
( Rob just looks into the camera with a look of complete and utter disbelief. We fade out on Rob. )
Posted on ncwentertainment.com at 10:30 PM, Friday the 26th of September.
Wow... That is all I can say. The "Heroes" season premiere was everything I could have hoped for and more. Sylar gets Claire's power, future Peter shots Nathan, Nathan finds god, Linderman is a ghost, Ando turns on Hiro in the future, a new future disaster, and a ton of new villains, one of which is present Peter somehow trapped in his body. Tim Kring didn't just deliver on the season premiere, he completely blew away the last two seasons with a single episode. A single, two hour episode, chalk full of awesomeness. If there is someone out there that didn't love that episode, speak now or forever hold your peace.
"Heroes" is back baby, and it's kicking tail and taking names. Forget any other show, other shows don't even exist to me.
Wait...I'm getting off track again, aren't I? Well I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have other fans out there who like to read my blogs and not just read my insults to mu opponents.
You know what Dylan, I didn't even really say anything bad to you and you still felt the need to attack me verbally, why? Do you feel you have something to prove to me? Just because I'd rather sit back and type out my words then speak them from some random hotel room while my child like tag team partner has some sort of strange fantasy with a puppet?
Dylan, I'm not here to be disrespectful. I'm not here to make jokes or tick people off. I'm here simply to wrestle with and for my Dark Lord. Wrestling is a dream of mine and Lord Dominicus is my idol. My leader. I will follow him to the ends of the Earth. I'm sorry you feel some sort of need to try and make us look bad, but all your doing is showing the seven people that watch your childish little productions that your half as "grown up" as you pretend to be.
Jokes aside, foolishness aside. Sunday will be serious. Sure, you think the rules are a joke, but the other three of us don't. Three of us will be battling for something we care about while your battling for yourself. Your going to be concerned with the only thing your concerned about, yourself, making yourself look good. Mean while, Lord Dominicus, Chris and I will be going to war over Tex. That is why you will lose Dylan. Chris is going to fight this battle one his own. You even showed in your little movie that you and Chris aren't on the same page. Have fun now Dylan, at our expense even, but just like Doctor Doom, we pull all the strings.
Bet you don't know what that means huh?
EXCELSIOR!!!!