Post by Rob Diamond on Apr 25, 2009 7:40:21 GMT -6
Chris has never been one for subtlety, if he thought you were an asshole he'd call you out right in front of the whole world. Thats the reason I wasn't very surprised to see him standing outside my hotel room roughly 30 minutes after my promo streamed on-line. I just smiled arrogantly at him, he on the other hand looked like he was trying to not punch me in the face. I admit I almost feel bad for Chris, intimidation alone used to keep me in line, but hey, we all gotta grow up. But I'll humor him a little bit, I back down and let him in my hotel room.
"Sup?"
"Your a piece of crap."
"Oh stop it, I can't take all the credit, after all I learned from the best."
I flash him a toothy grin, our little way of saying F you.
"When did I ever tell you to attack family to get ahead in this business?"
"Well, now I'm disappointed, you can't possibly think this is about me trying to get ahead and make a name for myself?"
"That, or your a jealous little bitch who can't handle not being the center of attention."
That about sums it up.
"And if I am?"
"Then your more of a bitch then I thought. Your my brother, he's my son, I love both you guys, I want you both to succeed, together, as a family."
Pft. I scoff at Chris and shake my head, turning my back on him as I walk away, stopping just before the couch, so I can look out the window.
"Is that so Chris? Is that why you treated him like the goddam Messiah and me like Judas? I'm better than him Chris, always have been, always will be. I bust my ass Chris, day in and day out, while Mike does what?"
I pause, allowing him to answer, but he doesn't.
"He came to nCw, he was funny, we laughed, everyone loved him and his wacky nature, then he got that one fluke win over Steve Awesome and he almost looked legitimate, but then what?"
Again I wait, and he says nothing.
"He rode his popularity, he rode his iota of credibility straight into the ground! He flat-lined Chris, and I have spent every last bit of my patience trying to bring him back to life. I've done everything I can to make him have that same sort of drive that you and I have, that will to be the absolute best at whatever you do. And you know what Chris? It was an utter waste of time!"
Now I turn back to face Chris. He looks at me with anger in his eyes, burning like a great fire.
"Wrestling is our life Chris, not his, and Sunday he's going to find that out the hard way."
No sooner did I finish my sentence than Chris took a few steps forward, reaching out and putting his right hand on on my left shoulder, squeezing gently. I wonder if perhaps he finally understands or if he's just trying to fight the want to break my face.
"You know I'm proud of you Rob, after all this time you've become the person I always knew you could be."
Slowly Chris removed his hand, took one last look at me, then turned his back and headed out the way he came. He left... He left? That's extremely un=Chris like. I was expecting him to scream and yell and maybe even try to kick my ass, wow... Oh well, I've got better things to do then waste my time with this "Days of our life's" crap. The camera is still here, that little red light is still on, and I still have something to say.
Though, before I start, I have always found it absolutely amazing how so many people in this world care about the day to day life's of celebrities more than there own. It actually makes me a little sick to think of all the fat, lazy, disgusting wastes of flesh that sit out there collecting money from the government while enjoying utilities that my pay check pays for while I stand here and entertain them like some sort of side show circus freak.
*sigh*
I guess it comes from a life time of being handed everything you could ever want without ever having to do anything to earn it.. When people aren't faced with real world challenges and obstacles to over come they become complacent and boring, contented with their situation they have no will to go out and better themselves. Thats the kind of people who sunk this economy, determined to put forth minimal effort with maximum reward. And they honestly wonder why third world countries, that are over come by war, disease and hunger fly planes into our buildings while we munch on a Big Mac from our couch, watching the whole thing unfold like a goddam episode of "24."
"I tried to help you Mike, I really did, but in the end we can't change who we are."
I make my way over to the sliding glass doors. The skyline view from my hotel room is beautiful and I make a mental note to enjoy the view with Charlene as soon as she gets back. But for now I take a little time to myself and head outside onto the balcony to enjoy it.
"You Mike, were born to be the center of attention, always pandering to the slack jawed yokels in the crowd, doing whatever you could to get a cheap laugh. And I accepted you as that Mike. I tried to put the ego away and just be an uncle to you, but more like a brother really. I didn't ask you to change, I simply asked you to be better. I asked you to reach out like the great founders of this country did, and seize your dream. I suppose it's my fault really, not realizing your dream was to be wrestling's version of Jim Carey."
Pretty funny the first time though, but ultimately the plot never changes no matter what the films called.
"I hope when this is all over with you can accept me for who I am, like I accepted you.
The Future of nCw."
Sweet Dreams.
"Sup?"
"Your a piece of crap."
"Oh stop it, I can't take all the credit, after all I learned from the best."
I flash him a toothy grin, our little way of saying F you.
"When did I ever tell you to attack family to get ahead in this business?"
"Well, now I'm disappointed, you can't possibly think this is about me trying to get ahead and make a name for myself?"
"That, or your a jealous little bitch who can't handle not being the center of attention."
That about sums it up.
"And if I am?"
"Then your more of a bitch then I thought. Your my brother, he's my son, I love both you guys, I want you both to succeed, together, as a family."
Pft. I scoff at Chris and shake my head, turning my back on him as I walk away, stopping just before the couch, so I can look out the window.
"Is that so Chris? Is that why you treated him like the goddam Messiah and me like Judas? I'm better than him Chris, always have been, always will be. I bust my ass Chris, day in and day out, while Mike does what?"
I pause, allowing him to answer, but he doesn't.
"He came to nCw, he was funny, we laughed, everyone loved him and his wacky nature, then he got that one fluke win over Steve Awesome and he almost looked legitimate, but then what?"
Again I wait, and he says nothing.
"He rode his popularity, he rode his iota of credibility straight into the ground! He flat-lined Chris, and I have spent every last bit of my patience trying to bring him back to life. I've done everything I can to make him have that same sort of drive that you and I have, that will to be the absolute best at whatever you do. And you know what Chris? It was an utter waste of time!"
Now I turn back to face Chris. He looks at me with anger in his eyes, burning like a great fire.
"Wrestling is our life Chris, not his, and Sunday he's going to find that out the hard way."
No sooner did I finish my sentence than Chris took a few steps forward, reaching out and putting his right hand on on my left shoulder, squeezing gently. I wonder if perhaps he finally understands or if he's just trying to fight the want to break my face.
"You know I'm proud of you Rob, after all this time you've become the person I always knew you could be."
Slowly Chris removed his hand, took one last look at me, then turned his back and headed out the way he came. He left... He left? That's extremely un=Chris like. I was expecting him to scream and yell and maybe even try to kick my ass, wow... Oh well, I've got better things to do then waste my time with this "Days of our life's" crap. The camera is still here, that little red light is still on, and I still have something to say.
Though, before I start, I have always found it absolutely amazing how so many people in this world care about the day to day life's of celebrities more than there own. It actually makes me a little sick to think of all the fat, lazy, disgusting wastes of flesh that sit out there collecting money from the government while enjoying utilities that my pay check pays for while I stand here and entertain them like some sort of side show circus freak.
*sigh*
I guess it comes from a life time of being handed everything you could ever want without ever having to do anything to earn it.. When people aren't faced with real world challenges and obstacles to over come they become complacent and boring, contented with their situation they have no will to go out and better themselves. Thats the kind of people who sunk this economy, determined to put forth minimal effort with maximum reward. And they honestly wonder why third world countries, that are over come by war, disease and hunger fly planes into our buildings while we munch on a Big Mac from our couch, watching the whole thing unfold like a goddam episode of "24."
"I tried to help you Mike, I really did, but in the end we can't change who we are."
I make my way over to the sliding glass doors. The skyline view from my hotel room is beautiful and I make a mental note to enjoy the view with Charlene as soon as she gets back. But for now I take a little time to myself and head outside onto the balcony to enjoy it.
"You Mike, were born to be the center of attention, always pandering to the slack jawed yokels in the crowd, doing whatever you could to get a cheap laugh. And I accepted you as that Mike. I tried to put the ego away and just be an uncle to you, but more like a brother really. I didn't ask you to change, I simply asked you to be better. I asked you to reach out like the great founders of this country did, and seize your dream. I suppose it's my fault really, not realizing your dream was to be wrestling's version of Jim Carey."
Pretty funny the first time though, but ultimately the plot never changes no matter what the films called.
"I hope when this is all over with you can accept me for who I am, like I accepted you.
The Future of nCw."
Sweet Dreams.