Post by Rob Diamond on Feb 9, 2009 23:00:14 GMT -6
( The scene opens with a shot of Rob Diamond's face, his eyes are turned down and his hair covers part of his face. )
Rob: Homeless Harold.
What a joke.
Rob: Kristoff Liam Bates.
Can anyone say crazy?
Rob: Mike Honcho.
JERRY! JERRY!
Rob: These are my opponents this Sunday in a match for the nCw Xtreme Championship.
What a sad, sad state of affairs the Xtreme Division is in.
Homeless Harold? Seriously?
Rob: Each of them has their flaws, we all do, and each of them has a reason they've made it this far. Be it brute strength, actual in ring talent, or their blood.
Oh, low blow.
Rob: But only one of them truly makes me sick to my stomach when I look at them.
Well if he just took a shower he'd probably not smell so bad.
Rob: Tell me, how does it feel to not have to worry about anything Harold? How does it feel to have someone make all the tough decisions for you? How does it feel to be the biggest damn puppet I have ever seen? Your like a big, bald, smelly version of Big Bird. If Adam Knite had his hand any further up your ass, he'd be wearing you like a suit.
Where did your balls go anyways?
Bet he sold'em for a sammich.
Rob: And that my dear friends is one of the major problems with this country. People are more than content to sit around, on their hands and be told what to do. It's so much easier to just follow orders than to actually go out in the world and try, am I right Harold?
Baby couldn't take the world?
Rob: I'd rather try and fail then be somebodies puppet. And that is all Homeless Harold is, a puppet. Your not the Xtreme Champion, Adam Knite is, your just keeping that belt warm for him. Your like a giant toy that he will eventually get tired of and dispose of.
Don't know about you, but I wouldn't let my kids touch him.
Rob: Adam's got you right where he wants you and instead of manning up and fighting him, which is what any red blooded American would do, you've chosen to give in and take orders like a damn French piece of crap.
Wee wee you son of a bitch.
Why don't you go cry into your French toast, Frenchie!
Yeah, stop stinking up our country.
Rob: This country was founded on the belief that you can and should take what you want, when you want, how you want. I want the Xtreme Championship that by definition you have to win by any means necessary, which fits the message of the Xtreme American Dream perfectly. Homeless Harold your a disgrace of a champion, a disgrace of a wrestler, you support terrorists and your the most un American man I have ever met.
You make Hulk Hogan cry.
Steve Rogers would **** on your grave.
Rob: A real American would give Adam Knite the finger and crush his face with a steel chair. It's going to be my honor to bring respect and dignity back to the Xtreme Championship. Harold, I hope for your sake your parents are dead, because even I'm ashamed of what you've become.
Big diss.
Rob: Before we get down and dirty.
Like my home boys in Dirty Deal.
Rob: I want to thank Kristoff Liam Bates for having my back on Collision this past Sunday and working with me to gain a win for both of us instead of doing what most people would do and taking the opportunity to attack me while my guard was down.
Well, he is crazy and crazy people tend to think on a whole different level then us normies.
Dude, careful... he can hear us.
Crap.
Rob: We made a good team Bates and maybe down the line we can work together again. Unfortunately this week our short lived partnership will be thrown out the window as you and me go for each others throats and the ten pounds of gold known as the Xtreme Championship. I'm going to tell you Bates, I've been in nCw for almost a year now.
Give or take our near release.
Shhh.
Rob: And not once in all that time has anyone ever seen me as the future. I've been told I'm good, that I have potential, but no one has ever seen me as anything more than "Maniac" Chris Diamond's goofy little brother.
And who's fault is that?
Chris's.
Right.
Rob: I'm tired of the stigma Bates, I'm tired of the jokes, I'm tired of always being known as the dark horse. Sunday, Bates, I get the chance to finally step out of my brother's shadow by doing something he has never done in his entire career.
He's never done a goat.
Dude, quiet, he's on a roll.
Rob: I'm going to become the most Xtreme wrestler in the history of nCw in a single match by not only over coming the odds that are stacked against me but also by brutalizing and victimizing a man twice my size and a man who most would consider to be the best pure wrestler in nCw today. What I plan to do to you Sunday is illegal in all fifty states and when I'm done there will not be a doubt in anyone's mind exactly who the superior Diamond is.
It'll... probably still be Chris.
Rob: I will wash away the stigma of the legacy of Chris Diamond with the blood of Kristoff Liam Bates and Homeless Harold. That is my American Dream and I will do whatever I have to to make it a reality.
You've been warned.
Rob: I worked to get here Kristoff, I'm ranked almost as high on the rankings as you. I earned this title shot, I earned this chance. When you look at me you see Chris's little brother, but you know what Bates, Sunday, when you look at me you will see a man driven to the very brink of his sanity. You are going to see true terror and you will know fear. Harold isn't the man you have to worry about, it's me, because as good as you may be Bates, as good as you think you are, you are not genetically meant to do this like I am. You were not born and bred for this business. And most of all you are by no means Xtreme. The King is back, my dream will be realized. Hail to the King baby.
*** damn that gets me so hard when he says that.
Rob:As for my nephew Mike Honcho. I have but one warning for you... Stay out of my way and you will not be hurt...
( Suddenly the door to whatever room he is in is opened and Mike Honcho rips the lid off the top of an old jar of jelly, empty of course, and sticks it over Rob's mouth and nose. )
Mike: ROB!!! I FARTED IN THIS JAR!!! TAKE A WIF!!!
( Rob and Mike fall over out of shot, a smash is heard. )
Mike: Sorry.
( Fade out. )
Rob: Homeless Harold.
What a joke.
Rob: Kristoff Liam Bates.
Can anyone say crazy?
Rob: Mike Honcho.
JERRY! JERRY!
Rob: These are my opponents this Sunday in a match for the nCw Xtreme Championship.
What a sad, sad state of affairs the Xtreme Division is in.
Homeless Harold? Seriously?
Rob: Each of them has their flaws, we all do, and each of them has a reason they've made it this far. Be it brute strength, actual in ring talent, or their blood.
Oh, low blow.
Rob: But only one of them truly makes me sick to my stomach when I look at them.
Well if he just took a shower he'd probably not smell so bad.
Rob: Tell me, how does it feel to not have to worry about anything Harold? How does it feel to have someone make all the tough decisions for you? How does it feel to be the biggest damn puppet I have ever seen? Your like a big, bald, smelly version of Big Bird. If Adam Knite had his hand any further up your ass, he'd be wearing you like a suit.
Where did your balls go anyways?
Bet he sold'em for a sammich.
Rob: And that my dear friends is one of the major problems with this country. People are more than content to sit around, on their hands and be told what to do. It's so much easier to just follow orders than to actually go out in the world and try, am I right Harold?
Baby couldn't take the world?
Rob: I'd rather try and fail then be somebodies puppet. And that is all Homeless Harold is, a puppet. Your not the Xtreme Champion, Adam Knite is, your just keeping that belt warm for him. Your like a giant toy that he will eventually get tired of and dispose of.
Don't know about you, but I wouldn't let my kids touch him.
Rob: Adam's got you right where he wants you and instead of manning up and fighting him, which is what any red blooded American would do, you've chosen to give in and take orders like a damn French piece of crap.
Wee wee you son of a bitch.
Why don't you go cry into your French toast, Frenchie!
Yeah, stop stinking up our country.
Rob: This country was founded on the belief that you can and should take what you want, when you want, how you want. I want the Xtreme Championship that by definition you have to win by any means necessary, which fits the message of the Xtreme American Dream perfectly. Homeless Harold your a disgrace of a champion, a disgrace of a wrestler, you support terrorists and your the most un American man I have ever met.
You make Hulk Hogan cry.
Steve Rogers would **** on your grave.
Rob: A real American would give Adam Knite the finger and crush his face with a steel chair. It's going to be my honor to bring respect and dignity back to the Xtreme Championship. Harold, I hope for your sake your parents are dead, because even I'm ashamed of what you've become.
Big diss.
Rob: Before we get down and dirty.
Like my home boys in Dirty Deal.
Rob: I want to thank Kristoff Liam Bates for having my back on Collision this past Sunday and working with me to gain a win for both of us instead of doing what most people would do and taking the opportunity to attack me while my guard was down.
Well, he is crazy and crazy people tend to think on a whole different level then us normies.
Dude, careful... he can hear us.
Crap.
Rob: We made a good team Bates and maybe down the line we can work together again. Unfortunately this week our short lived partnership will be thrown out the window as you and me go for each others throats and the ten pounds of gold known as the Xtreme Championship. I'm going to tell you Bates, I've been in nCw for almost a year now.
Give or take our near release.
Shhh.
Rob: And not once in all that time has anyone ever seen me as the future. I've been told I'm good, that I have potential, but no one has ever seen me as anything more than "Maniac" Chris Diamond's goofy little brother.
And who's fault is that?
Chris's.
Right.
Rob: I'm tired of the stigma Bates, I'm tired of the jokes, I'm tired of always being known as the dark horse. Sunday, Bates, I get the chance to finally step out of my brother's shadow by doing something he has never done in his entire career.
He's never done a goat.
Dude, quiet, he's on a roll.
Rob: I'm going to become the most Xtreme wrestler in the history of nCw in a single match by not only over coming the odds that are stacked against me but also by brutalizing and victimizing a man twice my size and a man who most would consider to be the best pure wrestler in nCw today. What I plan to do to you Sunday is illegal in all fifty states and when I'm done there will not be a doubt in anyone's mind exactly who the superior Diamond is.
It'll... probably still be Chris.
Rob: I will wash away the stigma of the legacy of Chris Diamond with the blood of Kristoff Liam Bates and Homeless Harold. That is my American Dream and I will do whatever I have to to make it a reality.
You've been warned.
Rob: I worked to get here Kristoff, I'm ranked almost as high on the rankings as you. I earned this title shot, I earned this chance. When you look at me you see Chris's little brother, but you know what Bates, Sunday, when you look at me you will see a man driven to the very brink of his sanity. You are going to see true terror and you will know fear. Harold isn't the man you have to worry about, it's me, because as good as you may be Bates, as good as you think you are, you are not genetically meant to do this like I am. You were not born and bred for this business. And most of all you are by no means Xtreme. The King is back, my dream will be realized. Hail to the King baby.
*** damn that gets me so hard when he says that.
Rob:As for my nephew Mike Honcho. I have but one warning for you... Stay out of my way and you will not be hurt...
( Suddenly the door to whatever room he is in is opened and Mike Honcho rips the lid off the top of an old jar of jelly, empty of course, and sticks it over Rob's mouth and nose. )
Mike: ROB!!! I FARTED IN THIS JAR!!! TAKE A WIF!!!
( Rob and Mike fall over out of shot, a smash is heard. )
Mike: Sorry.
( Fade out. )