Match: Vs. Freddy Castro & William Diamond (Tag Team Match)
Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Event: Violence
Date: Sunday, April 21st, 2008
Belt: None
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For about the third time this week I’m at Trendsetter Ink, just making sure things are running smoothly and spending some of the time near the end of the night meeting some of our customers who come in to the shop. I suppose you could say I’m doing guest appearances of sorts – which has been helpful to draw people into the shop and get tattooed. Plus it gets the shops name out there because it has that little something extra and that’s what really matters. As you can probably tell I’m very committed to this place – I want it to be the best it can be and up till this point it’s seriously starting to become quite well known, and we’ve had a lot of business.

I can’t take the credit for all of that though, because I’ve got some very talented tattoo artists none more so one of our star artists Anna, that Reno urged me to hire. From the outside she doesn’t look like a typical tattooist by any means but Reno was right her portfolio was amazing, not to mention the fact that having a girl whose easy on the eyes helps business when guys come in to get tattooed. I mean think about a hot girl giving you an awesome tattoo – it’s a great way to attract business.

As I sat on the spare chair at the front counter, flipping through some of the portfolios from my artists employed here, trying to figure out who would be giving me my first tattoo, once I decided what I wanted … my mind slowly started to drift back to Robyn as it often does. The noises from behind in the shop seemed to just blend together in a cadence, the talking between tattooist and client – the buzz from the tattoo guns, it was all actually quite soothing. It made it very easy for me to think about things about how I was always making time for wrestling, for training for working out, for making time to be at the shop making sure things are running smooth, to being at the shop to talk to people sign autographs and take pictures with fans and such. I was always committing myself to those things, I really care about because I always want what’s best so that I can have the kind of life I’ve always wanted.

The sound of the chimes above the door going off snap me out of my thoughts as I look up from the portfolio page to see Robyn come walking into the shop, wearing a plain black sleeveless shirt a pair of white jeans accentuated with a black studded belt, black boots and her newly colored dark brown hair with just a few blond highlights held in place by a strategically placed pair of sunglasses that is acting as a hairband.

“Hi beautiful.” I say with a smile.

“Hello.” Robyn says walking up and leaning over the counter some to give me a kiss. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going great, as you can see the place is pretty packed.” I say with a slight smart-assey tone, since I know she could see it was busy, but I bothered to point that out anyway.

“When isn’t this place packed?” Robyn questions with a smile and a little wink.

I could tell from the way it was said and her actions that she was really happy for me … for the business, for well us…

“So, when you think I’ll be able to get my tattoo done?” She says with a look of the sooner the better.

I couldn’t blame her, I knew she was excited to get the tattoo we ended up coming up with the concept one night, when were talking and she had mentioned wanting to get something in memory of her father. Really the whole thing was a sweet idea – yes I said it.

“I think your up right after Anna finishes up with her current client.” I say loud enough for Anna to hear me as I look in her direction, to see the nod in approval. “Yup she’ll be with you when she’s done.”

“Sweet, I’m stoked.” Robyn said before sitting down at the other spare chair behind the counter as we chatted away to pass the time. Of course most people that come in the shop have to stay behind the line in the waiting area until they get tattooed, needless to say Robyn is an exception to that rule.

It was only a couple hours or so after that and Robyn had a brand new tattoo, as she checked out the great job Anna did on it in the full length mirror, it was easy to see Robyn was very happy with it to say the least and she should be, because it looked great. On the outside her right ankle, there was a cross in a design similar to the one her father used to wear on a chain around his neck. The cross was accentuated by a slightly tribal design inspired band going around her ankle.

After thanking Anna, Robyn gave me a hug and as I held her close – without a word being spoken I knew what she was feeling … I felt what she was feeling … I don’t know if she knew it or not but at that very moment I felt a wall I had built up inside of me long ago come down.

Another week has gone by and another ‘loss’ has been placed in my record, of course I use the term loss very loosely as last week Reno and I didn’t lose. We simply weren’t on the winning side, there’s a big difference. However last week is exactly that, it’s last week, it’s old news it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is what’s coming next and personally I’d love to say it was me getting a shot at the World Championship but that doesn’t really seem to be in the cards right now. That’s fine with me – I’ll just take that tag team gold as a placeholder for now. However if anyone thinks for even a second that it means my hunt to become the champion here in eWo have stopped they need to think again. All of this is me getting a head of myself though I suppose, since before Reno and I win those tag team belts at There Will Be Blood. There’s the small and I do mean very small matter of going out there this week on Violence and unleashing a severe dose of the shows namesake on a couple of hacks in a show or go match for them, under normal circumstances I might be a little bit offended that the bookers put a huge talent like me in a match of this jobberness. However this week I don’t care, I simply look at it as the time and the place to send a message to Nuclear Wynter. Simply put Diamond, Castro you two boys aren’t worth the Clast’s time so we won’t give you the time of day, what we will give you though is a swift and brutal beating. Not just because your below us, not just because we know your worthless, it will happen simply because you are going to be made an example of.

Which brings me first to William Diamond. A man that seems to think above anything else that he is the greatest, a Diamond in this business a man who hasn’t done anything in eWo but get his ass handed too him every single time he’s been booked in a match. You know William it occurs to me that your in that same category of jobber as Eric Banks – you know the times is a jobber through and through but is so damn ignorant, that he actually believes his own self hype of I’m the greatest or in your case of being a “Diamond” I mean sure fine… call yourself a Diamond because a name means nothing in this business the only thing that matters in this business is what you can do with your talent and abilities. It’s not about whose got a ‘creative’ name or who can by into there own self hype. The fact is that on any given day or night of the week, even one where Reno and I our drunk off our asses, we could still give you the beating of a life time in a matter of moments, because we have more talent in the tip of our pinkies then you have in your entire body. So don’t be surprised when you show up on Violence and you stand across from us in the ring, and you make eye contact with the two men that are going to end your career… don’t be alarmed or shocked that this is going to happen. Just know that it was your own lack of skill and perhaps big mouth flapping when nobody was around to hear it that caused this to happen.

William as you realize this Sunday Night on Violence that you are about to be lead like a lamb to the slaughter don’t be afraid … be very afraid because Reno and I have a little bit of pent up annoyance from what happened last week, that we just so plan on taking out on you. What it really comes down too I suppose is this William, you like being a diamond right? You find that the moniker fits you – and that’s all well and good, Think of this match as a trip to the jeweler, that little Diamond is getting put under the microscope and all of it’s flaws will be seen and exploited right off the bat and as things continue to be put through further tests, were going to find out if you’re a true diamond or if your simply one of them fake ass piece of glass like ‘diamonds’ that a hillbilly would buy his wife. Lets just say were putting that Diamond under stress tests and lord knows that Diamonds are formed under intense pressure can you handle the pressure of the Clast William or will this Diamond – Shatter under the pressure like a cheap piece of glass.

We’ll find out soon enough, but I know it will be the latter – because a name is only a name. After all Reno and I could be introduced as Shit On A Stick and we’d still be greatness, where as you can be called William Diamond all you want but to everyone else around here trust me when I say this. We all know you as either jobber or the one you hear most I’m sure when backstage. “You- Get the hell out of my way.”

Good times… Goodtimes…

Speaking of goodtimes, Freddy Castro, how’s it going chump? I haven’t seen you around since I made short work of you in the first round of the Crowning tournament, man that was goodtimes wasn’t it? What happened to you since then man… I kicked your ass even after all that big talk you did because you were so sure it was your time. Obviously your watch was a little slow that week huh man? What happened to you after that? Let me guess you went on to become a huge deal and a world champion because your great right? …. Well of course not, last I heard you were getting your ass handed to you week in week out and have become dun da dun daa…. KING OF THE JOBBERS! Now Freddy, who would have guessed that, that would happen to you man? Oh right I did. You see man, it’s like I’ve said since day one Freddy – no matter how much you think of yourself or how much you believe in yourself you’d always be a glorified jobber. Seriously though you’re the king of all jobbers now right, every bodies favorite jobber. The man that seems to think that despite the fact he knows he’s getting killed this week, still in the same rant seems to think he stands a chance and can prove something since he’s got me all figured out or so he says. Whatever makes you able to sleep at night I suppose Freddy because the fact is you have never had me figured out, you will never have me figured out and it really doesn’t make a difference if your partner shows up or not, it wouldn’t even make a difference if Reno sat down and did commentary during the match and it was just down to a one on one match between us. In the end the same thing would happen the referee would be shaking you so that you come too and you’d be looking up at the ring lights wondering what the hell just happened. The ref would simply smile a half grin and say the same thing you’ve heard after every match you’ve had in the epic. “Well Freddy – Ya lost.”

I gotta say though man, after seeing your last promo it’s obvious to me matches aren’t the only thing you’ve lost. It seems you’ve pretty much lost your mind as well, since your still playing that same card you have time and time again against me that ends up getting you beat. You keep trying to tell me that with out Reno around I can’t get the job done? How stupid are you? No don’t yell at the TV with your answer it’s a rhetorical question, and besides you wouldn’t get the right answer anyway. The answer is simply you make Timmy on South Park look like a god-damn genius. I mean seriously your promo consisted of acting like you’ve got me figured out be re-hashing the same crap I’ve already proved to you isn’t true so using it again on me, oh ya that oughtta show me. Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, you seem to sort of seem to think your something important by making some kind of dirt and truck imagery … whatever the hell that was suppose to convey I don’t know but as imagery for you and this match … just look at a piece of shit being flushed down the toilet and yeah – there ya go. That’s your future right there, how’s that for relating imagery to this match? A thousand times better then yours is all I can say. Which is kinda fitting really since I’m at least a thousand times better then you at cutting promos, wrestling, winning championships… well I’m actually better at you in everything that’s worth accomplishing. The only things you beat me at are the stupid things, like being a better jobber, having a longer string of lost matches… and so on … oh wait can’t forget, being a better incoherent sum bitch. Seriously Freddy what were you on when you did this promo? Were you smoking those cheap ass Cuban’s made with barbershop hair er something? I mean really man, this match is over just give it up – come to the ring get gunned down… and live to wrestle another jobber match on the same jobber channel at the same jobber time.

As far as that potential you said you want to tap into – I seriously doubt you have any or that it will do anything good. I mean you haven’t had potential in wrestling so far … you have no potential in cutting a promo, you have no potential in doing any sort of real damage as it were to the Iconoclast the only thing you have potential for is flip-flopping on whether you got me figured out-how badly your going to lose- but how good you still are and that we haven’t earned anything yet were great. Or at least that’s the just I got of what you said if that made sense to you or anyone else out there I have no idea why.

It doesn’t to any normal intelligent people but perhaps it only makes sense to you and one or two others because they have the spirit of Viva La:

Insert clip from south park of Timmy: “TIMMAH!!!!”

Case and point … Freddy everything you do makes you look and sound like a retard so just quit while you’re behind. William Diamond, you are simply a neverwas and come Sunday Night Violence, Reno and I will leave you laid out, we will leave you battered and beaten… and we may just end your career for shits and giggles, which luckily for us nobody will even care. Are we doing that because this match happens to be a show or go? No – we are going to do this because our foot is already on your throats and before we make you fade into obscurity, we’ll make sure you do something useful like shine our boots. Not as a dominance thing, but if for no other reason then so that you see your own reflection in them, so you can see yourself and watch as your career dies.

Because that’s just the way it is.