Company
Mar 17, 2016 18:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Danny Diamond on Mar 17, 2016 18:02:29 GMT -5
Company
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The company you keep is always important. That's something my father taught me at a very young age. He taught me a lot of things, as fathers do. Some miniscule, others quite important. As my son gets older, I'll teach him everything my father taught me and everything I've learned by myself. But that one sentence, the company you keep is always important ... that's definitely something my son will learn.
Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon are very good company. There's a lot of talent in this company, but there's something that differentiates the talent from the top notch; personality. There are certain traits that one must have in an industry such as we find ourselves. Confidence, arrogance, whatever you wish to call it, is one. Perhaps more important is our apathy towards those we go up against. We're capable of liking people, yeah. But if somebody steps in our way, who we like or dislike isn't a factor. We'll bulldoze straight fucking through anybody and everybody.
I've always aligned myself with the right people. The very first man I aligned myself with inside a wrestling ring goes by the name of Ace Acid. Sound familiar? To some of you, yes, of course. He's a legend, one of the best ever. To others, the same people who refuse to acknowledge all of my achievements and accomplishments, maybe he's not so familiar. Regardless, he was the right person to align myself with. Then, of course, there was a certain group that I blended very well with. We didn't like to be censored and, as such, we weren't. But that's a story for another time.
The point is, I know who I need to align myself with. I also know how to make a statement. At the last Vertigo, I made a statement, alongside two great men. We, collectively, shook this company to its very core. All of the boos we received were nothing compared to the trash being flung in our direction. Some expensive clothing being ruined doesn't matter to me, though. I only wear clothes once, anyway.
Maybe now you've all learned to take me seriously. Maybe. Or, perhaps, I've still got some teaching to do. On the nineteenth, my new brothers and I will be taking on a mishmash of hopelessness. I'm kind of confused as to why, exactly, this is our first challenge as a unit. We've got Mark Storm and Molly Reid. Neverminding how little anyone cares about them, wasn't Mark stealing her clothes on the last show? How are they meant to coexist when all Molly can think about are Mark's nostrils pressed up against her underwear? Even I'm disgusted. And then here's Nero ...
I first met Nero when she informed me that she was going to be my tag team partner in the Joker's Wild tournament. She was interesting. I definitely noticed some talent there, when we teamed up. Not enough for me to carry her to a victory, but she is new, after all. But, I've already beaten her. After our loss on the same side of the ring, we were put against one another and I beat her, as anybody would've expected. So, why exactly am I going up against her again when the odds are even more stacked against her, as I team with two world class athletes and she teams with an irrelevant pervert and the irrelevant girl he perved on?
I mean, speaking honestly, this is an insult to us. Tony should be getting his rematch for the championship that was unrightfully taken from him and Johnny and I should be far above this garbage. But, alas, this is where we are. I guess we have to make an example out of somebody ... again.
I'm really, truly, absolutely sick of being looked at as some conceited fuck who can't back up his talk. Tony and Johnny know I can back up every word I say, otherwise they wouldn't be by my side. But you ... all of you. The fans, the talent, the staff, every last fucking one of you - you don't show me the respect I deserve. I know what you're thinking, another prick demanding respect he hasn't earned. Here's the problem with that; I HAVE earned it. Do none of you fucking realize that I am a Hall of Famer? Oh, it's not in FGA so it doesn't matter, right? Wrong. Absolutely fucking wrong.
I worked my arse off to get my spot in the XWA Hall of Fame and I guarantee I've put myself through a lot worse than those who'd be considered legends here. Have any of you, a single fucking one of you, spent an entire hour fighting your very best friend in the world? And I don't mean some fucking excellent exhibition of technical prowess, I mean an entire hour where you and your best friend put each other through hell. At the last lion underscore RC, go on Twitter and ask that motherfucker what we did to each other. Ask him about the "Thank you Danny" chants that followed our most intense fight yet, the chants coming from a crowd full of people who loathed me, hated my fucking guts, but still respected the fuck out of me because of the shit I could do in that ring.
Ask him about the numerous times when medics were called down to the ring, where they tried to put both of us on stretchers and we refused to go until those sixty minutes were up. Ask him about all of the broken glass, the steel, the tacks, the barbed wire, everything. Ask him how hard it was to see anything with the blood dripping into his eyes. Most importantly, ask him how much he cares about me and how much I care about him. Why does that matter? Because it shows that we were willing to fucking massacre our best friend in the world all for a little bit of bragging rights.
I've earned some fucking respect. Maybe not from you little shits who think your bubble's the only place where wrestling exists, but from those who have seen, firsthand, what I can do. There's a reason people refer to me as the so-called "Prized Gem". It's because everywhere I go, every Goddamn place I step foot inside, I'm the treasure everyone comes looking for. I'm arrogant, yeah. Of course I fucking am. If you had my talent, you would be too. Arrogance is only a bad thing when it's in the mind of someone who hasn't earned it.
I'm sick of talking to you all. Get the fuck off of my website and go outside. Do something with your lives. You'll never be me, but Jesus fucking Christ, at least aim for something higher than shit that isn't worthy of touching the bottom of my boots. Go.
Oh, and Savannah Taylor, I've beaten you already. Don't use my fucking name in vain again.
- Danny Diamond
Location: DannyDiamond.com
ONLINE
The company you keep is always important. That's something my father taught me at a very young age. He taught me a lot of things, as fathers do. Some miniscule, others quite important. As my son gets older, I'll teach him everything my father taught me and everything I've learned by myself. But that one sentence, the company you keep is always important ... that's definitely something my son will learn.
Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon are very good company. There's a lot of talent in this company, but there's something that differentiates the talent from the top notch; personality. There are certain traits that one must have in an industry such as we find ourselves. Confidence, arrogance, whatever you wish to call it, is one. Perhaps more important is our apathy towards those we go up against. We're capable of liking people, yeah. But if somebody steps in our way, who we like or dislike isn't a factor. We'll bulldoze straight fucking through anybody and everybody.
I've always aligned myself with the right people. The very first man I aligned myself with inside a wrestling ring goes by the name of Ace Acid. Sound familiar? To some of you, yes, of course. He's a legend, one of the best ever. To others, the same people who refuse to acknowledge all of my achievements and accomplishments, maybe he's not so familiar. Regardless, he was the right person to align myself with. Then, of course, there was a certain group that I blended very well with. We didn't like to be censored and, as such, we weren't. But that's a story for another time.
The point is, I know who I need to align myself with. I also know how to make a statement. At the last Vertigo, I made a statement, alongside two great men. We, collectively, shook this company to its very core. All of the boos we received were nothing compared to the trash being flung in our direction. Some expensive clothing being ruined doesn't matter to me, though. I only wear clothes once, anyway.
Maybe now you've all learned to take me seriously. Maybe. Or, perhaps, I've still got some teaching to do. On the nineteenth, my new brothers and I will be taking on a mishmash of hopelessness. I'm kind of confused as to why, exactly, this is our first challenge as a unit. We've got Mark Storm and Molly Reid. Neverminding how little anyone cares about them, wasn't Mark stealing her clothes on the last show? How are they meant to coexist when all Molly can think about are Mark's nostrils pressed up against her underwear? Even I'm disgusted. And then here's Nero ...
I first met Nero when she informed me that she was going to be my tag team partner in the Joker's Wild tournament. She was interesting. I definitely noticed some talent there, when we teamed up. Not enough for me to carry her to a victory, but she is new, after all. But, I've already beaten her. After our loss on the same side of the ring, we were put against one another and I beat her, as anybody would've expected. So, why exactly am I going up against her again when the odds are even more stacked against her, as I team with two world class athletes and she teams with an irrelevant pervert and the irrelevant girl he perved on?
I mean, speaking honestly, this is an insult to us. Tony should be getting his rematch for the championship that was unrightfully taken from him and Johnny and I should be far above this garbage. But, alas, this is where we are. I guess we have to make an example out of somebody ... again.
I'm really, truly, absolutely sick of being looked at as some conceited fuck who can't back up his talk. Tony and Johnny know I can back up every word I say, otherwise they wouldn't be by my side. But you ... all of you. The fans, the talent, the staff, every last fucking one of you - you don't show me the respect I deserve. I know what you're thinking, another prick demanding respect he hasn't earned. Here's the problem with that; I HAVE earned it. Do none of you fucking realize that I am a Hall of Famer? Oh, it's not in FGA so it doesn't matter, right? Wrong. Absolutely fucking wrong.
I worked my arse off to get my spot in the XWA Hall of Fame and I guarantee I've put myself through a lot worse than those who'd be considered legends here. Have any of you, a single fucking one of you, spent an entire hour fighting your very best friend in the world? And I don't mean some fucking excellent exhibition of technical prowess, I mean an entire hour where you and your best friend put each other through hell. At the last lion underscore RC, go on Twitter and ask that motherfucker what we did to each other. Ask him about the "Thank you Danny" chants that followed our most intense fight yet, the chants coming from a crowd full of people who loathed me, hated my fucking guts, but still respected the fuck out of me because of the shit I could do in that ring.
Ask him about the numerous times when medics were called down to the ring, where they tried to put both of us on stretchers and we refused to go until those sixty minutes were up. Ask him about all of the broken glass, the steel, the tacks, the barbed wire, everything. Ask him how hard it was to see anything with the blood dripping into his eyes. Most importantly, ask him how much he cares about me and how much I care about him. Why does that matter? Because it shows that we were willing to fucking massacre our best friend in the world all for a little bit of bragging rights.
I've earned some fucking respect. Maybe not from you little shits who think your bubble's the only place where wrestling exists, but from those who have seen, firsthand, what I can do. There's a reason people refer to me as the so-called "Prized Gem". It's because everywhere I go, every Goddamn place I step foot inside, I'm the treasure everyone comes looking for. I'm arrogant, yeah. Of course I fucking am. If you had my talent, you would be too. Arrogance is only a bad thing when it's in the mind of someone who hasn't earned it.
I'm sick of talking to you all. Get the fuck off of my website and go outside. Do something with your lives. You'll never be me, but Jesus fucking Christ, at least aim for something higher than shit that isn't worthy of touching the bottom of my boots. Go.
Oh, and Savannah Taylor, I've beaten you already. Don't use my fucking name in vain again.
- Danny Diamond
