Post by Cyrus Daniels on Aug 29, 2013 18:44:12 GMT
Some static greets us for a moment before the picture comes in, there is some very shaky camera work as we see a black leather jacket flash before the lens before focus is regained on a tight shot of Cyrus Daniels' rugged features and he smirks as he glares into the camera, chewing a stick of gum as he speaks.
Hoo roo! Is this thing on? You know for a Corporate Zillionaire who has enough clout to build a brand new 'rasslin' promotion on the buried bones of another, that De Montford bloke sure does have lousy security. All that money and you'd think he'd have better protection around his camera monkeys or at the very least around his property. Take this camera for example, it looks expensive, what with the fancy golden IWF logo across n' all. it and I've had it in my possession ever since Monday Night. Really makes ya think don't it? If I can get this far into the nooks n' crannies of your organisation as just a member of your roster, imagine just how far my reach will extend when some zebra is forced ta give me the keys ta your kingdom and fifteen pounds of gold is wrapped around my waist?
Cyrus chuckles.
I must admit I never figured ya would cave so easily, I mean, we wanted your attention for sure, but from what Bernie told me ya weren't a push over, he told me ya were a, n' I quote "stubborn old goat", and that we'd never be able ta get our own way, that we'd be stopped from ever bein' pushed as the faces of the company so long as we didn't fit your vision of a Champion, and yet here we are, the most golden of all the carrots in this company bein' dangled in front of our noses and I still ain't quite sure if we're bein' punished or rewarded for takin' out the worthless sacks of crap in your company like we did at Sacrifice. Either way, we thank ya.
Whatever ya may think of me De Montford, ya should know I'm not an idiot. In this six pack challenge ya have placed four of the most successful blokes in the brief history of this company before us, two teams I have more than a passin' familiarity with and ya probably figure if by some miracle they can't nip the little problem ya have developin' right now in the bud, that Bernie and I will end up neutralisin' each other, victims of our own ego as we eat each other like rats for a shot at the Imperial Championship. Problem solved, right mate?
Wrong.
Even though I have no reason ta feel a sense of loyalty ta your boy and he has no reason ta feel a sense of loyalty ta me, he understands that whatever happens in this match between us, its just good business, and in that respect the bloke really is a chip off the old bloke, ya should be proud. As soon as we heard about this match, we knew what had ta be done and unlike the other men in this match, we don't particularly care which one of us gets the first shot at bein' the linchpin of your company as long as it is one of us. Yes, we're the newest team on the block, but we're not naive enough ta believe that we can make a dent in this juggernaut all alone. Alone, we can be ignored. Together, chaos reigns. It is said there is strength in numbers, and at Sacrifice, four of your golden boys will find out just how much strength we possess...
Cyrus Daniels pauses outside the IWF Trainer's Room at the arena and smiles to himself before placing his gloved hand on the door handle and letting himself in without invitation. The atmosphere changes almost immediately inside the room as the trainers and medical staff see the near seven foot monstrous ex convict enter, wielding a camera.
A male medic briefly looks up but then returns to patching up JackHammer who is sat in a chair, Cyrus swings the camera over and sees Nicole Kingsley patching up Ken Davison who is laying on the bed. Cyrus takes note that even in her red and gold IWF medical t-shirt and jeans, she looked stunning and he operated the camera to take it all in from the bottom to the top.
Nicole looks over at her lover and actually is the only one in the room who looks even remotely pleased to see him. Having patched up and sedated Ken, she removes her gloves and walks over to him, smiling.
Nicole: Well, that didn't take long...
"What? The beatin' or the meetin' ?"
Nicole: The meetin'. Please tell me ya came here ta tell me somethin', not just filmin' the aftermath of your handiwork?
"Consider it our first home movie together."
Nicole: Cy, please. What did he say?
"Who?"
Nicole: Ya know who! Our illustrious C-O-O...
"Oh him, nothin' much really. He just told me my match for next week, and I'm sorry Nic, but next week it looks like your workload is gonna be double what it was this week...Bernie and I are gonna be facin' Infamous and Honorbound..."
Nicole: For the Tag Team Championships?
"No, even better. It's a six pack challenge for a shot at the Imperial Championship..."
Nicole gasps.
Nicole: No! Get out! Really?
Cyrus answers her with a simple nod to which she responds by jumping up to hug him, forcing him to lower the camera and we get an uninteresting shot of the floor, as we hear the two continue their conversation.
"How about we get outta here and celebrate?"
"Sounds good ta me but what about Bernard?"
"Three's a crowd, Nic..."
"That's not what I meant, Cy...I meant in the match nex -"
"Ya let me worry about that limey bastard...he won't be a problem."
Cut to static.
With the camera set up now on a tripod as evidenced by the smooth filming. Cyrus stands in front of the lens, with a black balaclava in his right hand, he brings it up to his face and talks to it.
Perhaps it is a little cliche ta say there is no honour among thieves, and perhaps it has become even more of a cliche ta say that nobody cares who ya are till ya do somethin' ta make 'em care, and that's exactly what we have done, haven't we Gjenrei? At first glance, we couldn't be more different, people would say we're from entirely different world. Once upon a time, not so long ago, I would have said the same, but as I stand here now, today I'm forced ta admit a truth that is probably more uncomfortable for ya ta here than it is for me ta say.
Ya and I are more alike than either of us would like ta admit in an ideal world.
But this ain't an ideal world, is it? We both know that, don't we, mate? It is why we put on masks and changed the world, the only difference is ya did it out of some sense of tradition, honour and of representin' some ideal, whilst I did it for somethin' far more basic, personal gain. Point is, we've both worn our masks and played our part in a team for as long as it served us, and ya have already seen me turn on one partner, so inevitably you're waitin' with the rest of the world for me ta turn on Bernie and solve your problem for ya. Your linin' upta tell 'im I'm a bastard who just can't be trusted, but Bernie already knows this, he knew long before we decided ta combine our efforts n' he still came ta me. Why? Because he knows I'm just the kinda bloke he needs on his side ta send a message ta the ol' man.
And we can think of no louder message ta send than ta wear the crown jewel of his company around one of our waists.
Men he judged not worthy of television time on most weeks, men he tried ta deny opportunities. See Gjenrei, whilst others have a problem with the role ya played at Sacrifice last week, I do not. I understand that sometimes a bitch just hasta be put in her place, and it can be fun, hell some of them even enjoy it. Frankly, mate ya didn't go far enough for my likin' and I guess now we both know where some of your limits are, at least morally, and on Monday we will find out together where they are physically and mentally. Between us, we have both defeated the undefeated, an impressive feat in itself but as yet neither of us have truly reaped the rewards of those accomplishments. At Sacrifice, that will change, for one of us at least...
Ya will keep tellin' yaself that it will be ya.
Others will keep tellin' ya that it won't be ya.
I will tell ya nothin'.
I will show ya everythin'.
Speakin' of showin' everythin', how are ya Cable? Ya ask ta be tested. Do ya know how ridiculous ya sound right now? Ya have already been tested, more than once, the fact that it hasn't been by Bernie or myself really is inconsequential at this point. Ya have been in this position once already, and ya failed then, and so here ya are again, Rob Diamond asks why I'm gettin' this shot. What have I done? It's a fair question, just misdirected. What he asks of me, he really should be askin' ya. What's your deal mate? Can't get gold yaself so fuck those that can? Quite literally in your case? Is that it?
Cyrus shakes his head.
Pathetic. Still a fella's gotta get his jollies where he can I guess and if ya can't be a Champion yaself ya may aswell fuck one ta make yaself feel better I suppose. I'm sure your airtime is some of the highest rated among the female demographic 'cause ya hardly keep it in your pants, but really, that is precisely the reason ya failed at this the first time around. Joe Everyman tested ya and 'cause your head wasn't in it, ya lost and he went on ta realise his dream even if it didn't last...
But then, nothin' ever does...
Nicole Kingsley and Cyrus Daniels sit outside a small cafe across the small table from each other. Nicole swirls her morning coffee in the paper cup in front of her rather absent mindedly.
Nicole: Ya know, it really is amazin'...
Cyrus Daniels himself tucks into a ham sandwich and swallows a mouthful before speaking.
Daniels: What is, Nic?
Nicole: The fact that my parents came all this way ta see Stephen n' left without even tryna see me.
Daniels: I thought it didn't bother ya.
Nicole: It doesn't. I've always known who the favourite child was, what gets me is Stephen thinkin' I burned my bridges 'cause I've been blinded by love, when the reality is I burned 'em 'cause they've always been blind ta me. Mom. Dad. Bruce. Stephen. All of 'em. I swear sometimes I seriously think I was adopted...
Cyrus smirks as he swallows another bite of his sandwich.
Daniels: Maybe you are. It would explain alot actually...
Nicole laughs as she reaches over and thumps him on the arm.
Daniels: But seriously Nic, just 'cause I have my problems with 'im, doesn't mean ya havta have problems with Stephen too, he is family after all...
Nicole's voice lowers to barely a whisper as she reaches out across the table and takes his hand in her own.
Nicole: And they wonder why I love you...
Nicole finishes off her coffee in one swig.
Nicole: You're sweet Cy, but the problems I have with my brother started long before I met ya and now I've put 'em and 'im behind me.
Daniels: Onwards and upwards?
Nicole smiles.
Nicole: Exactly, baby...exactly.
Nicole tosses the empty paper cup in Cyrus' direction and it flies over his right shoulder into the trash basket behind him.
Does it Rob?
Ya know if there is anythin' that amuses me even more than Cable beggin to be hurt and crippled by Bernie and I goin' inta this match, it's ya, mate. See ya may not think so but ya and Cable actually have a lot in common, ya are both attention whores, cryin' out ta be heard, each in your own little way. He begs for my attention physically, ya beg for my attention verbally and this six pack challenge bein' what it is, both of ya will be granted ya wish at Sacrifice...
Cyrus chuckles.
Oh I'm sorry, is that kinda your shtick now? Well, while I'm stealin' shit from ya, may as well steal this too...
Cyrus does a cross chop and laughs.
Suck it, bitches!
Spike, Rob, both of ya. Team Undefeated. Tag Team Champions of the World. It doesn't matter what ya choose ta call yaself, one thing ya will not be able ta call yaself as long as Bernie and I are here ta stop ya is next in line ta the Imperial Championship. But please, continue ta dismiss us as simply the sequel ta a team ya have beaten more than once, 'cause the looks on your faces will be even more priceless when we prove ta ya and the entire watchin' world just how wrong ya really are. See I'm not usually the sorta bloke that gets hung up on the technicalities, but if we're gonna play another game of ridiculous statements as ya often havta with Infamous and their egos, then technically Bernie and I, we're also undefeated as a team. Not that it matters, just thought I'd get my Rob Diamond on and mention it anyway.
Cyrus Daniels laughs.
The point is, ya Infamous boys really are not bringin' anythin' new ta this match. I've heard and seen it all before. Ya boys have always underestimated me and ya still do, and ya will continue ta do so until I really do somethin' neither of ya will be able ta deny. What is that? What could I possibly do ta really stick it ta ya boys? How about completely bypassin' those tag titles ya run around with so damn proudly and goin' straight for the big dogs, goin' straight for the guy who really runs the yard? I don't know about ya boys, but that sounds damn good ta me. See as much as ya have tried ta convince me and the idiots that cheer ya every week that the two of ya are the real juggernauts around here, the fact of the matter is your run as the dominant predators around here is over, and whether ya realise it or not yet, after Sacrifice, neither of ya will be able ta deny it.
The cracks in the armour have begun ta show for both of ya, maybe not as a team yet, but that really is nothin' more than a matter of time and patience, and Bernie and I have plenty of both. The cracks I'm talkin' about are the cracks in ya both as individuals, and this match will ultimately come down ta not who is the best team, but rather who is the best as an individual. As individuals ya have both been proven fallible, as individuals you have both been humbled. I know 'cause I've seen it first hand when I showed Spike that the days when he was a force ta be reckoned with on his own are well and truly over. All ya boys are ta me is each other's crutch. Two men who keep each other relevant in 2013 but on your own are nothin' but wisps of nostalgia ta shift a few more tickets every week.
Men like Bernie and myself on the other hand, we're a new generation. A new breed. We love ta fight and it doesn't even matter who it is, even if it hasta be each other. It doesn't matter about our individual desires, what matters is our end goal. And whilst ya might have a hard time understandin' that, ya boys need ta realise that what we do, we won't do it for free...
The truly talented never do.
Just because we've stated that we don't need the tin ta validate our talents, it doesn't mean we won't take it anyway. Whether it is for ourselves or just away from the rest of ya in this match, it really doesn't matter. Honorbound and Infamous, ya fellas are established tag teams, that is the niche in which ya have proven ta excel, and that is why none of ya deserve the shot ya have been given. The new face of the company will be just that...
New.
Untested.
Unproven.
Unmasked.
In short boys, the bloke who is next in line ain't any of ya.
And if any of ya think that that is absolutely criminal ta hear, it's because it is. By all means, turn your wishes of takin' this shot from us over ta Rob Diamond, maybe he can grant ya your dream after he fails so miserably ta realise his own, that is kind of his business now after all - ta give the dyin' stars of the world one last gasp...
One last gasp.
Before it is all taken away.
Hold your breath whilst ya still can.
If you're lucky, it will be all we'll leave ya with.
Hoo roo! Is this thing on? You know for a Corporate Zillionaire who has enough clout to build a brand new 'rasslin' promotion on the buried bones of another, that De Montford bloke sure does have lousy security. All that money and you'd think he'd have better protection around his camera monkeys or at the very least around his property. Take this camera for example, it looks expensive, what with the fancy golden IWF logo across n' all. it and I've had it in my possession ever since Monday Night. Really makes ya think don't it? If I can get this far into the nooks n' crannies of your organisation as just a member of your roster, imagine just how far my reach will extend when some zebra is forced ta give me the keys ta your kingdom and fifteen pounds of gold is wrapped around my waist?
Cyrus chuckles.
I must admit I never figured ya would cave so easily, I mean, we wanted your attention for sure, but from what Bernie told me ya weren't a push over, he told me ya were a, n' I quote "stubborn old goat", and that we'd never be able ta get our own way, that we'd be stopped from ever bein' pushed as the faces of the company so long as we didn't fit your vision of a Champion, and yet here we are, the most golden of all the carrots in this company bein' dangled in front of our noses and I still ain't quite sure if we're bein' punished or rewarded for takin' out the worthless sacks of crap in your company like we did at Sacrifice. Either way, we thank ya.
Whatever ya may think of me De Montford, ya should know I'm not an idiot. In this six pack challenge ya have placed four of the most successful blokes in the brief history of this company before us, two teams I have more than a passin' familiarity with and ya probably figure if by some miracle they can't nip the little problem ya have developin' right now in the bud, that Bernie and I will end up neutralisin' each other, victims of our own ego as we eat each other like rats for a shot at the Imperial Championship. Problem solved, right mate?
Wrong.
Even though I have no reason ta feel a sense of loyalty ta your boy and he has no reason ta feel a sense of loyalty ta me, he understands that whatever happens in this match between us, its just good business, and in that respect the bloke really is a chip off the old bloke, ya should be proud. As soon as we heard about this match, we knew what had ta be done and unlike the other men in this match, we don't particularly care which one of us gets the first shot at bein' the linchpin of your company as long as it is one of us. Yes, we're the newest team on the block, but we're not naive enough ta believe that we can make a dent in this juggernaut all alone. Alone, we can be ignored. Together, chaos reigns. It is said there is strength in numbers, and at Sacrifice, four of your golden boys will find out just how much strength we possess...
REC o
08/26/2013
A male medic briefly looks up but then returns to patching up JackHammer who is sat in a chair, Cyrus swings the camera over and sees Nicole Kingsley patching up Ken Davison who is laying on the bed. Cyrus takes note that even in her red and gold IWF medical t-shirt and jeans, she looked stunning and he operated the camera to take it all in from the bottom to the top.
Nicole looks over at her lover and actually is the only one in the room who looks even remotely pleased to see him. Having patched up and sedated Ken, she removes her gloves and walks over to him, smiling.
Nicole: Well, that didn't take long...
"What? The beatin' or the meetin' ?"
Nicole: The meetin'. Please tell me ya came here ta tell me somethin', not just filmin' the aftermath of your handiwork?
"Consider it our first home movie together."
Nicole: Cy, please. What did he say?
"Who?"
Nicole: Ya know who! Our illustrious C-O-O...
"Oh him, nothin' much really. He just told me my match for next week, and I'm sorry Nic, but next week it looks like your workload is gonna be double what it was this week...Bernie and I are gonna be facin' Infamous and Honorbound..."
Nicole: For the Tag Team Championships?
"No, even better. It's a six pack challenge for a shot at the Imperial Championship..."
Nicole gasps.
Nicole: No! Get out! Really?
Cyrus answers her with a simple nod to which she responds by jumping up to hug him, forcing him to lower the camera and we get an uninteresting shot of the floor, as we hear the two continue their conversation.
"How about we get outta here and celebrate?"
"Sounds good ta me but what about Bernard?"
"Three's a crowd, Nic..."
"That's not what I meant, Cy...I meant in the match nex -"
"Ya let me worry about that limey bastard...he won't be a problem."
Cut to static.
With the camera set up now on a tripod as evidenced by the smooth filming. Cyrus stands in front of the lens, with a black balaclava in his right hand, he brings it up to his face and talks to it.
Perhaps it is a little cliche ta say there is no honour among thieves, and perhaps it has become even more of a cliche ta say that nobody cares who ya are till ya do somethin' ta make 'em care, and that's exactly what we have done, haven't we Gjenrei? At first glance, we couldn't be more different, people would say we're from entirely different world. Once upon a time, not so long ago, I would have said the same, but as I stand here now, today I'm forced ta admit a truth that is probably more uncomfortable for ya ta here than it is for me ta say.
Ya and I are more alike than either of us would like ta admit in an ideal world.
But this ain't an ideal world, is it? We both know that, don't we, mate? It is why we put on masks and changed the world, the only difference is ya did it out of some sense of tradition, honour and of representin' some ideal, whilst I did it for somethin' far more basic, personal gain. Point is, we've both worn our masks and played our part in a team for as long as it served us, and ya have already seen me turn on one partner, so inevitably you're waitin' with the rest of the world for me ta turn on Bernie and solve your problem for ya. Your linin' upta tell 'im I'm a bastard who just can't be trusted, but Bernie already knows this, he knew long before we decided ta combine our efforts n' he still came ta me. Why? Because he knows I'm just the kinda bloke he needs on his side ta send a message ta the ol' man.
And we can think of no louder message ta send than ta wear the crown jewel of his company around one of our waists.
Men he judged not worthy of television time on most weeks, men he tried ta deny opportunities. See Gjenrei, whilst others have a problem with the role ya played at Sacrifice last week, I do not. I understand that sometimes a bitch just hasta be put in her place, and it can be fun, hell some of them even enjoy it. Frankly, mate ya didn't go far enough for my likin' and I guess now we both know where some of your limits are, at least morally, and on Monday we will find out together where they are physically and mentally. Between us, we have both defeated the undefeated, an impressive feat in itself but as yet neither of us have truly reaped the rewards of those accomplishments. At Sacrifice, that will change, for one of us at least...
Ya will keep tellin' yaself that it will be ya.
Others will keep tellin' ya that it won't be ya.
I will tell ya nothin'.
I will show ya everythin'.
Speakin' of showin' everythin', how are ya Cable? Ya ask ta be tested. Do ya know how ridiculous ya sound right now? Ya have already been tested, more than once, the fact that it hasn't been by Bernie or myself really is inconsequential at this point. Ya have been in this position once already, and ya failed then, and so here ya are again, Rob Diamond asks why I'm gettin' this shot. What have I done? It's a fair question, just misdirected. What he asks of me, he really should be askin' ya. What's your deal mate? Can't get gold yaself so fuck those that can? Quite literally in your case? Is that it?
Cyrus shakes his head.
Pathetic. Still a fella's gotta get his jollies where he can I guess and if ya can't be a Champion yaself ya may aswell fuck one ta make yaself feel better I suppose. I'm sure your airtime is some of the highest rated among the female demographic 'cause ya hardly keep it in your pants, but really, that is precisely the reason ya failed at this the first time around. Joe Everyman tested ya and 'cause your head wasn't in it, ya lost and he went on ta realise his dream even if it didn't last...
But then, nothin' ever does...
Nicole Kingsley and Cyrus Daniels sit outside a small cafe across the small table from each other. Nicole swirls her morning coffee in the paper cup in front of her rather absent mindedly.
Nicole: Ya know, it really is amazin'...
Cyrus Daniels himself tucks into a ham sandwich and swallows a mouthful before speaking.
Daniels: What is, Nic?
Nicole: The fact that my parents came all this way ta see Stephen n' left without even tryna see me.
Daniels: I thought it didn't bother ya.
Nicole: It doesn't. I've always known who the favourite child was, what gets me is Stephen thinkin' I burned my bridges 'cause I've been blinded by love, when the reality is I burned 'em 'cause they've always been blind ta me. Mom. Dad. Bruce. Stephen. All of 'em. I swear sometimes I seriously think I was adopted...
Cyrus smirks as he swallows another bite of his sandwich.
Daniels: Maybe you are. It would explain alot actually...
Nicole laughs as she reaches over and thumps him on the arm.
Daniels: But seriously Nic, just 'cause I have my problems with 'im, doesn't mean ya havta have problems with Stephen too, he is family after all...
Nicole's voice lowers to barely a whisper as she reaches out across the table and takes his hand in her own.
Nicole: And they wonder why I love you...
Nicole finishes off her coffee in one swig.
Nicole: You're sweet Cy, but the problems I have with my brother started long before I met ya and now I've put 'em and 'im behind me.
Daniels: Onwards and upwards?
Nicole smiles.
Nicole: Exactly, baby...exactly.
Nicole tosses the empty paper cup in Cyrus' direction and it flies over his right shoulder into the trash basket behind him.
Does it Rob?
Ya know if there is anythin' that amuses me even more than Cable beggin to be hurt and crippled by Bernie and I goin' inta this match, it's ya, mate. See ya may not think so but ya and Cable actually have a lot in common, ya are both attention whores, cryin' out ta be heard, each in your own little way. He begs for my attention physically, ya beg for my attention verbally and this six pack challenge bein' what it is, both of ya will be granted ya wish at Sacrifice...
Cyrus chuckles.
Oh I'm sorry, is that kinda your shtick now? Well, while I'm stealin' shit from ya, may as well steal this too...
Cyrus does a cross chop and laughs.
Suck it, bitches!
Spike, Rob, both of ya. Team Undefeated. Tag Team Champions of the World. It doesn't matter what ya choose ta call yaself, one thing ya will not be able ta call yaself as long as Bernie and I are here ta stop ya is next in line ta the Imperial Championship. But please, continue ta dismiss us as simply the sequel ta a team ya have beaten more than once, 'cause the looks on your faces will be even more priceless when we prove ta ya and the entire watchin' world just how wrong ya really are. See I'm not usually the sorta bloke that gets hung up on the technicalities, but if we're gonna play another game of ridiculous statements as ya often havta with Infamous and their egos, then technically Bernie and I, we're also undefeated as a team. Not that it matters, just thought I'd get my Rob Diamond on and mention it anyway.
Cyrus Daniels laughs.
The point is, ya Infamous boys really are not bringin' anythin' new ta this match. I've heard and seen it all before. Ya boys have always underestimated me and ya still do, and ya will continue ta do so until I really do somethin' neither of ya will be able ta deny. What is that? What could I possibly do ta really stick it ta ya boys? How about completely bypassin' those tag titles ya run around with so damn proudly and goin' straight for the big dogs, goin' straight for the guy who really runs the yard? I don't know about ya boys, but that sounds damn good ta me. See as much as ya have tried ta convince me and the idiots that cheer ya every week that the two of ya are the real juggernauts around here, the fact of the matter is your run as the dominant predators around here is over, and whether ya realise it or not yet, after Sacrifice, neither of ya will be able ta deny it.
The cracks in the armour have begun ta show for both of ya, maybe not as a team yet, but that really is nothin' more than a matter of time and patience, and Bernie and I have plenty of both. The cracks I'm talkin' about are the cracks in ya both as individuals, and this match will ultimately come down ta not who is the best team, but rather who is the best as an individual. As individuals ya have both been proven fallible, as individuals you have both been humbled. I know 'cause I've seen it first hand when I showed Spike that the days when he was a force ta be reckoned with on his own are well and truly over. All ya boys are ta me is each other's crutch. Two men who keep each other relevant in 2013 but on your own are nothin' but wisps of nostalgia ta shift a few more tickets every week.
Men like Bernie and myself on the other hand, we're a new generation. A new breed. We love ta fight and it doesn't even matter who it is, even if it hasta be each other. It doesn't matter about our individual desires, what matters is our end goal. And whilst ya might have a hard time understandin' that, ya boys need ta realise that what we do, we won't do it for free...
The truly talented never do.
Just because we've stated that we don't need the tin ta validate our talents, it doesn't mean we won't take it anyway. Whether it is for ourselves or just away from the rest of ya in this match, it really doesn't matter. Honorbound and Infamous, ya fellas are established tag teams, that is the niche in which ya have proven ta excel, and that is why none of ya deserve the shot ya have been given. The new face of the company will be just that...
New.
Untested.
Unproven.
Unmasked.
In short boys, the bloke who is next in line ain't any of ya.
And if any of ya think that that is absolutely criminal ta hear, it's because it is. By all means, turn your wishes of takin' this shot from us over ta Rob Diamond, maybe he can grant ya your dream after he fails so miserably ta realise his own, that is kind of his business now after all - ta give the dyin' stars of the world one last gasp...
One last gasp.
Before it is all taken away.
Hold your breath whilst ya still can.
If you're lucky, it will be all we'll leave ya with.
Well howdy there pardner.