Post by Rob Diamond on Mar 16, 2009 11:21:05 GMT -6
Monday, March 16th, 2009, 12:48 PM.
Diamond's Journal.
Saw a crackhead in the street today. He looked up and shouted "feed me" and I whispered "no." And as I walked away from the withering old fool he reached into his pants and exposed himself. This city is filled with disgusting low life's too drunk and high to even think about getting themselves out of their own ****.
Fought the Ace last week, he beat me for the third time now, earning himself another shot at the World Title, he deserves it. I just hope he doesn't become something filthy and ugly in the process of obtaining his dreams. Whats the point if your destiny is to become your own nightmare?
I saw Sexy Jason after the match, we exchanged hand shakes and thank yous, I do hope he gets Amber back, he hasn't been the same without her.
I don't much care for Mark Evil. I hope to see him strangled with barbed wire by the not so normal xtreme monster Kristoff Liam Bates. Evil isn't good enough for the Xtreme title.
Tag Teaming with my nephew this week, he's been on a losing streak lately, I aim to fix that.
We're going to take on Echoes of Freedom, Joe Everyman and his partner Scotty Callaway. Joe's a good guy, he represents the every man in all of us, I always liked that. He's had it pretty tough lately, with the Revolution and his constant struggle to prove himself, we've all had it pretty tough since this war started... It's not going to get any easier.
Scotty on the other hand, not much is known about him. Good? Bad? Whatever. He's the Vern Troyer to Joe's Mike Myers.
Should be a good match, I expect a challenge from Joe and Scotty, an up hill battle all the way until one of our teams is named the victor.
Lately I feel I've grown complacent. Since Crossroads I've only meandered around, winning good matches and losing better ones, not really making the impact I'd once hoped for. It's time to refocus, to get back in the Xtreme Title hunt.
Need to beat Everyman and Callaway, simple as that.
I never said it was going to be easy making my dreams a reality, over coming the challenges life throws at you is what makes it worth living.
This Sunday is just another challenge, another chance to prove that Rob Diamond is so much more than what he has been labeled as.
Sunday, in that ring, my destiny...
Mike Honcho: Are you writing in a journal?
( Rob's inner monologue comes to a sudden halt as we are taken out of his thoughts and brought back to the real world. Rob Diamond sits cross legged on the floor in the living room of Chris Diamond, Mike Honcho stands over him, his arms crossed, waiting for Rob's reply. )
Rob: Yeah, why?
Mike: Nothing, it's pretty cool actually, in fact I like to sit down and write in my journal too sometimes.
Rob: Really?
Mike: NO WAY HOMES! Journals are for nail painting sissy boys and fags, kinda like those two girls in Homos for Freedom, or whoever we're beating up on Wired.
Rob: Theres nothing wrong with writing in a journal, recording your life's events.
Mike: Not at all homes, it's perfectly natural for gays to want to sit down and express their feelings, like what a penis feels like with no lube.
( Rob's face goes beat red. )
Rob: For the last time, I'm not gay.
Mike: Yeah well, that dildo you were coddling the other day says different.
Rob: It wasn't mine.
Mike: And still you had it planted firmly in between your butt cheeks.
Rob: IT WASN'T MINE!
Mike: Whatever uncle Rob, nothing to get all worked up about, we love you in a totally none gay way even if you do like to play the meat whistle from time to time. Just keep your head up and you'll find that Brad Pitt you've been looking for.
( Rob drops his head as he stands up, fed up with the same tired argument over his sexuality. He looks Honcho in the eyes and just nods his head. )
Rob: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Mike: Anytime homes.
Rob: So, you ready for our match Sunday?
Mike: Ready for Joe and Scotty? Whats there to be ready for?
Rob: They did just give the tag team champions a run for their money.
( Mike shakes his hands and looks a little afraid for a second. )
Mike: Oh no... they almost beat some meat loaf hating loser and a suicidal emo pygmy... ohhhhhh... I hope they don't almost beat our ass too.... Come on uncle Rob. We got this match in the bag, a doggy bag baby.
Rob: Oh...K....
Mike: Ain't nothing to be worried about Rob, not when you got Diamond Dallas Honcho watching your back... Well, your front, don't want you getting the wrong idea.
Rob: Yeah but...
Mike: But? Is that all you think about is male brown eye? You need to get your head out of whoever's ass it's stuck in uncle Rob, we gotta win this match Sunday. I don't wanna carry your ass, mostly because I don't know where its been or whats been in it.
Rob: Mike, I'm serious, stop with the gay jokes or we're going to have to settle this Fight Club style.
Mike: Shake and bake bitch.
( The two men get face to face when Chris comes running in the front door and pushes them away from each other. )
Chris: Rob...
Rob: What?
Chris: It's your car... it's... it's back....
( The three Diamonds run out the front door of the house. Rob drops to his knees on the front lawn when he sees his car, tears streaming down his face, a look of absolute horror in his eyes. )
Rob: What... what did he do to my car?
( The camera turns and there we see a burned black shell of a 2007 Kia Spectra. Absolutely nothing is left of the car. The engine and drive train are gone, the interior is burned up, the car is destroyed. )
Rob: Gary Sinise destroyed my car...
Mike: Guess you shouldn't of made that pass at him, I always read he was a homophob.
( Rob looks up at Honcho with a look of rage. He lunges to his feet, both hands out and ready to strangle Mike. Chris tries to leap in between them as we fade out. )
Next time on "The Family Diamond"
Fight Club?
Diamond's Journal.
Saw a crackhead in the street today. He looked up and shouted "feed me" and I whispered "no." And as I walked away from the withering old fool he reached into his pants and exposed himself. This city is filled with disgusting low life's too drunk and high to even think about getting themselves out of their own ****.
Fought the Ace last week, he beat me for the third time now, earning himself another shot at the World Title, he deserves it. I just hope he doesn't become something filthy and ugly in the process of obtaining his dreams. Whats the point if your destiny is to become your own nightmare?
I saw Sexy Jason after the match, we exchanged hand shakes and thank yous, I do hope he gets Amber back, he hasn't been the same without her.
I don't much care for Mark Evil. I hope to see him strangled with barbed wire by the not so normal xtreme monster Kristoff Liam Bates. Evil isn't good enough for the Xtreme title.
Tag Teaming with my nephew this week, he's been on a losing streak lately, I aim to fix that.
We're going to take on Echoes of Freedom, Joe Everyman and his partner Scotty Callaway. Joe's a good guy, he represents the every man in all of us, I always liked that. He's had it pretty tough lately, with the Revolution and his constant struggle to prove himself, we've all had it pretty tough since this war started... It's not going to get any easier.
Scotty on the other hand, not much is known about him. Good? Bad? Whatever. He's the Vern Troyer to Joe's Mike Myers.
Should be a good match, I expect a challenge from Joe and Scotty, an up hill battle all the way until one of our teams is named the victor.
Lately I feel I've grown complacent. Since Crossroads I've only meandered around, winning good matches and losing better ones, not really making the impact I'd once hoped for. It's time to refocus, to get back in the Xtreme Title hunt.
Need to beat Everyman and Callaway, simple as that.
I never said it was going to be easy making my dreams a reality, over coming the challenges life throws at you is what makes it worth living.
This Sunday is just another challenge, another chance to prove that Rob Diamond is so much more than what he has been labeled as.
Sunday, in that ring, my destiny...
Mike Honcho: Are you writing in a journal?
( Rob's inner monologue comes to a sudden halt as we are taken out of his thoughts and brought back to the real world. Rob Diamond sits cross legged on the floor in the living room of Chris Diamond, Mike Honcho stands over him, his arms crossed, waiting for Rob's reply. )
Rob: Yeah, why?
Mike: Nothing, it's pretty cool actually, in fact I like to sit down and write in my journal too sometimes.
Rob: Really?
Mike: NO WAY HOMES! Journals are for nail painting sissy boys and fags, kinda like those two girls in Homos for Freedom, or whoever we're beating up on Wired.
Rob: Theres nothing wrong with writing in a journal, recording your life's events.
Mike: Not at all homes, it's perfectly natural for gays to want to sit down and express their feelings, like what a penis feels like with no lube.
( Rob's face goes beat red. )
Rob: For the last time, I'm not gay.
Mike: Yeah well, that dildo you were coddling the other day says different.
Rob: It wasn't mine.
Mike: And still you had it planted firmly in between your butt cheeks.
Rob: IT WASN'T MINE!
Mike: Whatever uncle Rob, nothing to get all worked up about, we love you in a totally none gay way even if you do like to play the meat whistle from time to time. Just keep your head up and you'll find that Brad Pitt you've been looking for.
( Rob drops his head as he stands up, fed up with the same tired argument over his sexuality. He looks Honcho in the eyes and just nods his head. )
Rob: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Mike: Anytime homes.
Rob: So, you ready for our match Sunday?
Mike: Ready for Joe and Scotty? Whats there to be ready for?
Rob: They did just give the tag team champions a run for their money.
( Mike shakes his hands and looks a little afraid for a second. )
Mike: Oh no... they almost beat some meat loaf hating loser and a suicidal emo pygmy... ohhhhhh... I hope they don't almost beat our ass too.... Come on uncle Rob. We got this match in the bag, a doggy bag baby.
Rob: Oh...K....
Mike: Ain't nothing to be worried about Rob, not when you got Diamond Dallas Honcho watching your back... Well, your front, don't want you getting the wrong idea.
Rob: Yeah but...
Mike: But? Is that all you think about is male brown eye? You need to get your head out of whoever's ass it's stuck in uncle Rob, we gotta win this match Sunday. I don't wanna carry your ass, mostly because I don't know where its been or whats been in it.
Rob: Mike, I'm serious, stop with the gay jokes or we're going to have to settle this Fight Club style.
Mike: Shake and bake bitch.
( The two men get face to face when Chris comes running in the front door and pushes them away from each other. )
Chris: Rob...
Rob: What?
Chris: It's your car... it's... it's back....
( The three Diamonds run out the front door of the house. Rob drops to his knees on the front lawn when he sees his car, tears streaming down his face, a look of absolute horror in his eyes. )
Rob: What... what did he do to my car?
( The camera turns and there we see a burned black shell of a 2007 Kia Spectra. Absolutely nothing is left of the car. The engine and drive train are gone, the interior is burned up, the car is destroyed. )
Rob: Gary Sinise destroyed my car...
Mike: Guess you shouldn't of made that pass at him, I always read he was a homophob.
( Rob looks up at Honcho with a look of rage. He lunges to his feet, both hands out and ready to strangle Mike. Chris tries to leap in between them as we fade out. )
Next time on "The Family Diamond"
Fight Club?