Post by Rob Diamond on Feb 12, 2009 23:54:11 GMT -6
I don't get it.
( The living room of one Chris Diamond. Before him in an arm chair sits his little brother Rob. Chris is standing with an exasperated look on his face as he walks back and forth in front of Rob. )
Chris: Whats there not to get?
Rob: Uh... everything?
Chris: You want my help?
Rob: Yeah.
Chris: You want to win?
Rob: Duh.
Chris: Then you need to listen to me. I didn't win four World Titles because I look good, and I do, but it took actual skill, focus, determination. Those are the things I can teach you.
Rob: By having your son fart in a jar and shove it in my face?
Chris: Do you know a better way to teach focus?
( Rob looks surprised by the question. )
Chris: Look, I get the feeling your head is not completely in the game, that's the point.
Rob: So your going to get my head in the game by taking me out in the woods and having me eat... what was it called?
Chris: Peyote.
Rob: Peyote and after I eat this stuff I'm going to be able to focus better.
Sounds like a trap.
It's always a trap.
Chris: Exactly, now you get it.
Rob: No, but... I suppose you've never been wrong before.
This is so going to end badly for us.
It always does.
( The scene shifts to outside, it's now night time, theres a bon fire lit, the flames are at least ten feet high. On either side of the fire we find Rob and Honcho seated on the ground, cross legged. Rob is wearing a black hoodie, jeans and sneakers, Honcho is wearing only a brown loin cloth... which doesn't leave much to the imagination. Standing directly in the middle of them, but behind the fire is Chris Diamond. He is wearing a leather coat, a random shirt, jeans, and a full Indian Chief's head dress. In his hands is what appears to be a wooden bowl and a spoon to mix up the contents. )
Rob: God... I hate my life sometimes.
Your telling us brother.
I swear to god I can see Mike's frank and beans.
Your looking?
No.
Yes you are.
No I'm not.
Your totally gay.
Am not.
Rob: Dude, your so gay it's not even funny.
( Both Chris and Mike stare at Rob, trying to figure out who he's talking to. )
Mike: Sorry Rob that you didn't feel like getting dressed up for your spirit walk like Dad and I. You know, to us Indians, your the one who looks gay.
Rob: We're uh.. not Native American. I believe we're Irish and French.
Chris: Rob, what'd I say about arguing with Mike?
Rob: Not to.
Chris: Good, don't make me slap you. Now are you ready for your spirit walk?
Rob: No.
Chris: Too bad, eat.
( Chris passes the bowl to Rob. )
It smells like ****.
I'm pretty sure peyote is ****.
Really? Dude, we are not eating this.
Rob: Is this ****?
( Chris and Mike look at one another. )
Chris: No, eat it.
( Rob looks at his brother, trying to figure whether or not he's lying. Finally he gives up and takes a big mouth full of the peyote. )
Rob: How do I know when my spirit walk begins?
Robocop: When your spirit guide arrives.
Rob: How will I know my spirit guide?
Robocop: Your spirit guide will come in a form you will chose subconsciously, you will know it when you see it.
( Several moments pass before Rob realizes he's now standing next to Robocop over looking oblivion. )
Rob: HOLY CRAP YOUR ROBOCOP!
Robocop: No, I am your spirit guide, this is just the form you have chosen for me.
Rob: Robocop three was terrible.
Robocop: Yes it was.
Rob: I can't believe you allowed them to make that movie.
Robocop: I had no control over... Rob, you have come on this journey so that you may find focus, so that you may find inner strength to carry you through the hard ships ahead. Your mind is fractured, broken, you must repair it.
Rob: I'm ready.
Robocop: I hope so.
( Rob steps out over the cliff and immediately starts falling into oblivion. )
Rob: CRAP!!!!!!!
( He must of landed because he is no longer falling, he opens his eyes and sees he's now laying in a grassy field. Rob stands up and brushes himself off. )
Hi.
( Rob whips around, startled by the voice to see a younger version of himself. )
Rob: Hello?
Robbie: You look really cool.
Rob: Thanks.
DON'T MOVE OR I'LL FREEZE YOU IN CARBONATE!!!
( The both of them turn around to see Rob dressed up in his Lord Dominicus attire. The three version of Rob all stare at one another. )
Rob: Whats going on?
Lord Dominicus: I could ask you the same thing. This is my empire, the two of you are trespassing.
Robbie: I'm not looking for trouble.
Lord Dominicus: Thats why I'm going to destroy you first.
Rob: Hold on their, no one is destroying anybody. What does this have to do with my spirit walk?
Lord Dominicus: I have no idea what your talking about. All I can tell you is your spirit will belong to me. Kneel before Dominicus.
Rob: Wow... that does sound gay.
Robbie: You think? I thought it was pretty cool.
Rob: Oh... Now I get it. I have to reconcile the three versions of myself.
Lord Dominicus: There will be no reconciling, there will only be Dominicus and the two of you shall kneel.
Robbie: Ok.
( Younger Rob kneels. )
Rob: Get up.
Robbie: Ok.
( He gets up. )
Lord Dominicus: KNEEL!
Robbie: Ok.
Rob: STOP IT! The both of you cut the cap NOW!
( Lord Dominicus and Robbie look at one another. )
Rob: I've had it with both of you. Robbie, your a tool, plan and simple. That's all you ever were. You had no drive, no determination, no will to better yourself. All you ever had was heart, but you let that get the better of you, you let it spoil you until you became this bumbling idiot in the armor.
( He points at Lord Dominicus. )
Rob: And you, all you ever did good was make me look like a complete ass hat. I don't know what the hell I was smoking that made me think dressing up like that and pretending to be a super villain was a good idea, but it wasn't. It was a terrible idea. Lord Dominicus ruined any and all credibility I had when I was Robbie. The both of you need to GROW UP!
( Rob looks around, realizing he's now talking to himself. )
Rob: I did it...
Robocop: Good job Rob.
( Rob turns to see Robocop standing next to him again. )
Robocop: You've taken command of your own mind, once again you control your destiny, now it is time for you to steer it in the direction you wish to go. Do you know the direction you wish to go?
Rob: Yes.
Robocop: Then go Rob. You will find your way out.
( Rob begins to walk. )
Rob: Kristoff, all I want to know is why you try so hard to be something your not? Now I know a thing or two or three about pretending to be someone else, trust me. I know what it's like to have those feelings welled up inside of you. I know what its like to suddenly and violently have your world ripped apart. I know what its like to be the crazy guy in a room full of psychos. You think your normal? Nobodies normal, not even you. Your up tight, your over protective, over bearing, your wife and kids are afraid of you. Whats normal about that Kristoff? Whats normal about scaring your family into loving you? I'm going to set you free this weekend Kristoff. Your paying oh so much attention to Homeless Harold, but you keep forgetting about little old me.
( Rob takes a deep breath. )
Rob: You were right about one thing Kristoff, I want to break out of Chris's shadow. You may or may not know who he was and what he did, but I do, I grew up knowing who and what he was, I grew up with my parents always telling me I should be like Chris. I'd get beat up in school and my dad would tell me to toughen up like Chris. I'd fail a class and my mom would tell me to smarten up like Chris. I got dumped and Chris himself told me to stop being a baby. All my life has been measured against the infamous Maniac Chris Diamond, the four time PWW World Heavy Weight Champion. A man who is feared all over the world, a man who most people couldn't beat on his worst day, a man who came to nCw, became an administrator and in a matter of weeks he's loved by most of the roster and all of the fans for the epic matches he makes.
( Anger passes over Rob's face. )
Rob: Me on the other hand, I get laughed at, I get **** on, I get everyone and their mother making gay jokes about me. I get stuck in worthless gimmicks and feuds and stories with pointless characters. Chris once again sits atop the pinnacle of the wrestling world and little old Rob has to struggle just to survive. I don't just want to break out of Chris's shadow, I need to. I'm suffocating in here and I'm telling you right now, if I don't get out I'm going to snap. Now I know you think I'm pretty crazy already, but trust me Kristoff, you haven't seen anything yet.
( Rob just winks at the camera. )
Rob: Sunday night is going to be bloody, very bloody, I promise. You want revenge, I want justification. I guess we'll get to see who's will is stronger. As for Homeless Harold. I am not afraid of you. Say what you want about me, make all the emo jokes you can, because I don't care. My brother in law Angel is the emo freak with the razor fetish. But can you tell me something. You claim you haven't forgotten about me yet everything you say about me is one big lie. I don't fight to be a winner. I've made it more than clear what I fight for. I'm not emo. I don't whine about my life like some douche bag that listens to Alkaline Trio.
( Another smile. )
Rob: I've told you and everyone else Harold, I am the Xtreme American Dream and it is my mission in life to spread the message that anyone can be anything they want to be, you just have to do it by any means necessary. I'm prepared to go to any lengths to accomplish my dream Harold, any lengths. I will break out of the shadow I'm trapped in and I will do it by making you and Kristoff scream. I will do it by ripping and tearing my own flesh, by spilling my own blood, and I do mean Honcho's.
( A finger wag of warning. )
Rob: Your title represents my ultimate goal, the symbol of my accomplishment. My brother for all his hype was never involved in any Xtreme matches. He never lived up to his moniker Maniac. I will Harold. Because Sunday your going to see a Rob Diamond you have never seen before. Your going to see a focused Rob Diamond, a dangerous Rob Diamond. Laugh at me now, go ahead, make fun of my hair you smelly son of a... You want to make a gay joke too? Do it. Whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. Your pathetic Harold. Your nothing more than a shell of a great wrestler. I'm not totally sure who you are, but I think I know, and if I'm right, well then I'm going to feel very guilty come Monday morning. If you are who I think you are then you truly are legendary in this business and you don't deserve whats coming your way Sunday. But you and Kristoff seem to have this need to push me over the edge. You want to see me snap. You want to see if I have the balls to back up the words that are coming out of my mouth. I've got it all Harold and come Sunday I'm going to have the Xtreme title too. You like hurting people? Good, because I think I could learn to like it. Who better to teach me then you? Just don't go crying to your keeper Adam Knite when little old Rob Diamond breaks your ugly face with a sledge hammer because you wouldn't learn to shut the hell up. Push me Harold, I'll push back and I'll make sure it hurts.
( We fade out on Rob exiting the dark terrain he was walking in, waking up in the woods, Chris and Honcho both standing over him. )
Chris: Ready?
Rob: Yeah.
( Fade out. )
( The living room of one Chris Diamond. Before him in an arm chair sits his little brother Rob. Chris is standing with an exasperated look on his face as he walks back and forth in front of Rob. )
Chris: Whats there not to get?
Rob: Uh... everything?
Chris: You want my help?
Rob: Yeah.
Chris: You want to win?
Rob: Duh.
Chris: Then you need to listen to me. I didn't win four World Titles because I look good, and I do, but it took actual skill, focus, determination. Those are the things I can teach you.
Rob: By having your son fart in a jar and shove it in my face?
Chris: Do you know a better way to teach focus?
( Rob looks surprised by the question. )
Chris: Look, I get the feeling your head is not completely in the game, that's the point.
Rob: So your going to get my head in the game by taking me out in the woods and having me eat... what was it called?
Chris: Peyote.
Rob: Peyote and after I eat this stuff I'm going to be able to focus better.
Sounds like a trap.
It's always a trap.
Chris: Exactly, now you get it.
Rob: No, but... I suppose you've never been wrong before.
This is so going to end badly for us.
It always does.
( The scene shifts to outside, it's now night time, theres a bon fire lit, the flames are at least ten feet high. On either side of the fire we find Rob and Honcho seated on the ground, cross legged. Rob is wearing a black hoodie, jeans and sneakers, Honcho is wearing only a brown loin cloth... which doesn't leave much to the imagination. Standing directly in the middle of them, but behind the fire is Chris Diamond. He is wearing a leather coat, a random shirt, jeans, and a full Indian Chief's head dress. In his hands is what appears to be a wooden bowl and a spoon to mix up the contents. )
Rob: God... I hate my life sometimes.
Your telling us brother.
I swear to god I can see Mike's frank and beans.
Your looking?
No.
Yes you are.
No I'm not.
Your totally gay.
Am not.
Rob: Dude, your so gay it's not even funny.
( Both Chris and Mike stare at Rob, trying to figure out who he's talking to. )
Mike: Sorry Rob that you didn't feel like getting dressed up for your spirit walk like Dad and I. You know, to us Indians, your the one who looks gay.
Rob: We're uh.. not Native American. I believe we're Irish and French.
Chris: Rob, what'd I say about arguing with Mike?
Rob: Not to.
Chris: Good, don't make me slap you. Now are you ready for your spirit walk?
Rob: No.
Chris: Too bad, eat.
( Chris passes the bowl to Rob. )
It smells like ****.
I'm pretty sure peyote is ****.
Really? Dude, we are not eating this.
Rob: Is this ****?
( Chris and Mike look at one another. )
Chris: No, eat it.
( Rob looks at his brother, trying to figure whether or not he's lying. Finally he gives up and takes a big mouth full of the peyote. )
Rob: How do I know when my spirit walk begins?
Robocop: When your spirit guide arrives.
Rob: How will I know my spirit guide?
Robocop: Your spirit guide will come in a form you will chose subconsciously, you will know it when you see it.
( Several moments pass before Rob realizes he's now standing next to Robocop over looking oblivion. )
Rob: HOLY CRAP YOUR ROBOCOP!
Robocop: No, I am your spirit guide, this is just the form you have chosen for me.
Rob: Robocop three was terrible.
Robocop: Yes it was.
Rob: I can't believe you allowed them to make that movie.
Robocop: I had no control over... Rob, you have come on this journey so that you may find focus, so that you may find inner strength to carry you through the hard ships ahead. Your mind is fractured, broken, you must repair it.
Rob: I'm ready.
Robocop: I hope so.
( Rob steps out over the cliff and immediately starts falling into oblivion. )
Rob: CRAP!!!!!!!
( He must of landed because he is no longer falling, he opens his eyes and sees he's now laying in a grassy field. Rob stands up and brushes himself off. )
Hi.
( Rob whips around, startled by the voice to see a younger version of himself. )
Rob: Hello?
Robbie: You look really cool.
Rob: Thanks.
DON'T MOVE OR I'LL FREEZE YOU IN CARBONATE!!!
( The both of them turn around to see Rob dressed up in his Lord Dominicus attire. The three version of Rob all stare at one another. )
Rob: Whats going on?
Lord Dominicus: I could ask you the same thing. This is my empire, the two of you are trespassing.
Robbie: I'm not looking for trouble.
Lord Dominicus: Thats why I'm going to destroy you first.
Rob: Hold on their, no one is destroying anybody. What does this have to do with my spirit walk?
Lord Dominicus: I have no idea what your talking about. All I can tell you is your spirit will belong to me. Kneel before Dominicus.
Rob: Wow... that does sound gay.
Robbie: You think? I thought it was pretty cool.
Rob: Oh... Now I get it. I have to reconcile the three versions of myself.
Lord Dominicus: There will be no reconciling, there will only be Dominicus and the two of you shall kneel.
Robbie: Ok.
( Younger Rob kneels. )
Rob: Get up.
Robbie: Ok.
( He gets up. )
Lord Dominicus: KNEEL!
Robbie: Ok.
Rob: STOP IT! The both of you cut the cap NOW!
( Lord Dominicus and Robbie look at one another. )
Rob: I've had it with both of you. Robbie, your a tool, plan and simple. That's all you ever were. You had no drive, no determination, no will to better yourself. All you ever had was heart, but you let that get the better of you, you let it spoil you until you became this bumbling idiot in the armor.
( He points at Lord Dominicus. )
Rob: And you, all you ever did good was make me look like a complete ass hat. I don't know what the hell I was smoking that made me think dressing up like that and pretending to be a super villain was a good idea, but it wasn't. It was a terrible idea. Lord Dominicus ruined any and all credibility I had when I was Robbie. The both of you need to GROW UP!
( Rob looks around, realizing he's now talking to himself. )
Rob: I did it...
Robocop: Good job Rob.
( Rob turns to see Robocop standing next to him again. )
Robocop: You've taken command of your own mind, once again you control your destiny, now it is time for you to steer it in the direction you wish to go. Do you know the direction you wish to go?
Rob: Yes.
Robocop: Then go Rob. You will find your way out.
( Rob begins to walk. )
Rob: Kristoff, all I want to know is why you try so hard to be something your not? Now I know a thing or two or three about pretending to be someone else, trust me. I know what it's like to have those feelings welled up inside of you. I know what its like to suddenly and violently have your world ripped apart. I know what its like to be the crazy guy in a room full of psychos. You think your normal? Nobodies normal, not even you. Your up tight, your over protective, over bearing, your wife and kids are afraid of you. Whats normal about that Kristoff? Whats normal about scaring your family into loving you? I'm going to set you free this weekend Kristoff. Your paying oh so much attention to Homeless Harold, but you keep forgetting about little old me.
( Rob takes a deep breath. )
Rob: You were right about one thing Kristoff, I want to break out of Chris's shadow. You may or may not know who he was and what he did, but I do, I grew up knowing who and what he was, I grew up with my parents always telling me I should be like Chris. I'd get beat up in school and my dad would tell me to toughen up like Chris. I'd fail a class and my mom would tell me to smarten up like Chris. I got dumped and Chris himself told me to stop being a baby. All my life has been measured against the infamous Maniac Chris Diamond, the four time PWW World Heavy Weight Champion. A man who is feared all over the world, a man who most people couldn't beat on his worst day, a man who came to nCw, became an administrator and in a matter of weeks he's loved by most of the roster and all of the fans for the epic matches he makes.
( Anger passes over Rob's face. )
Rob: Me on the other hand, I get laughed at, I get **** on, I get everyone and their mother making gay jokes about me. I get stuck in worthless gimmicks and feuds and stories with pointless characters. Chris once again sits atop the pinnacle of the wrestling world and little old Rob has to struggle just to survive. I don't just want to break out of Chris's shadow, I need to. I'm suffocating in here and I'm telling you right now, if I don't get out I'm going to snap. Now I know you think I'm pretty crazy already, but trust me Kristoff, you haven't seen anything yet.
( Rob just winks at the camera. )
Rob: Sunday night is going to be bloody, very bloody, I promise. You want revenge, I want justification. I guess we'll get to see who's will is stronger. As for Homeless Harold. I am not afraid of you. Say what you want about me, make all the emo jokes you can, because I don't care. My brother in law Angel is the emo freak with the razor fetish. But can you tell me something. You claim you haven't forgotten about me yet everything you say about me is one big lie. I don't fight to be a winner. I've made it more than clear what I fight for. I'm not emo. I don't whine about my life like some douche bag that listens to Alkaline Trio.
( Another smile. )
Rob: I've told you and everyone else Harold, I am the Xtreme American Dream and it is my mission in life to spread the message that anyone can be anything they want to be, you just have to do it by any means necessary. I'm prepared to go to any lengths to accomplish my dream Harold, any lengths. I will break out of the shadow I'm trapped in and I will do it by making you and Kristoff scream. I will do it by ripping and tearing my own flesh, by spilling my own blood, and I do mean Honcho's.
( A finger wag of warning. )
Rob: Your title represents my ultimate goal, the symbol of my accomplishment. My brother for all his hype was never involved in any Xtreme matches. He never lived up to his moniker Maniac. I will Harold. Because Sunday your going to see a Rob Diamond you have never seen before. Your going to see a focused Rob Diamond, a dangerous Rob Diamond. Laugh at me now, go ahead, make fun of my hair you smelly son of a... You want to make a gay joke too? Do it. Whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better. Your pathetic Harold. Your nothing more than a shell of a great wrestler. I'm not totally sure who you are, but I think I know, and if I'm right, well then I'm going to feel very guilty come Monday morning. If you are who I think you are then you truly are legendary in this business and you don't deserve whats coming your way Sunday. But you and Kristoff seem to have this need to push me over the edge. You want to see me snap. You want to see if I have the balls to back up the words that are coming out of my mouth. I've got it all Harold and come Sunday I'm going to have the Xtreme title too. You like hurting people? Good, because I think I could learn to like it. Who better to teach me then you? Just don't go crying to your keeper Adam Knite when little old Rob Diamond breaks your ugly face with a sledge hammer because you wouldn't learn to shut the hell up. Push me Harold, I'll push back and I'll make sure it hurts.
( We fade out on Rob exiting the dark terrain he was walking in, waking up in the woods, Chris and Honcho both standing over him. )
Chris: Ready?
Rob: Yeah.
( Fade out. )