Post by Bernard de Montfort on Sept 8, 2013 17:30:19 GMT
Well, well, well…
If it isn’t little Joey Everyman, our very own resident spin doctor. That was some might fine manipulation of the facts you shared with the world last week, Joe, honestly you really ought to think of hanging up your boots and getting a government job, I think we’ve found you’re true talent.
Adjusting the truth for your own benefit.
Not that you’re alone, Joe, I mean half the guys in the back could tell them same story and every single rendition would be drastically different from the other, any way to plaster over the cracks in those fragile egos. It’s must be really difficult being unable to look at yourselves in the mirror without feeling the need to justify a hair out of place.
The Diamond’s division could be swelled if we moved people around by which gender they act.
So let me get this straight, because forgive me for being confused, in the world of Joey Everyman that whole drink driving thing was just an evil ploy to tarnish your reputation and entirely unfounded in fact and you’re just the innocent victim of a clandestine plot to discredit you? Oh, and apparently the COO of the entire company wastes his time fiddling with contracts risking any two bit lawyer making millions out of him when he is in partnership with my father, a multi-billionaire and is dating a lawyer.
If anybody ever said you weren’t entertaining, then boy were they dead wrong. It’s just a shame it is coming at the expense of you living a perpetual lie.
You really want us to swallow this bullshit you’re so keen to peddle to protect your image, Joe? You want us to look beyond the obviously gaping potholes in your little narrative and believe that you’re just the victim of a big conspiracy, again, despite having more success than half the roster combined despite this terrible omnipresent threat to your safety lingering above your head.
Sure thing champ…oh, wait…
My bad.
Let me be perfectly honest and transparent with you, Joe, because I wouldn’t want to be called a hypocrite after spending so long calling you one. This week isn’t a wrestling match, it isn’t a competition and you can be your ass it is entirely deliberate.
Did you really think slandering the company who pays your wages would end well for you? Although I guess this is a further excuse to blame the constant pariah Robby Verona again, huh? I mean, why shouldn’t you be allowed to just publish a bunch of lies which drags the integrity of this company through the mud for your own personal benefit.
Seriously, why do people cheer you?
No, Joe, this week is all about punishment for your crimes. Me and Cyrus have absolutely no intention of treating this like a competition where we are desperate for victory, let’s face it, that’s already a foregone conclusion. No, this week is all about having a maligned victim all to ourselves, a man whose bones we can methodically pick over before we finally land the killer blow to its throat when we’re satisfied.
It’s going to be fun.
Quite honestly, whether people agree or disagree with mine or Cyrus’ methods, the end results speak for themselves. We send out a message and ensure we’re the men who walk out on our own two legs. Sure, sometimes we lose, but we’re not all about arbitrary figures.
We don’t need numbers in a column to feel good about ourselves.
People pay more attention to two bastards beating the living daylights out of their heroes then some nobody who racks up a few wins here or there. Our methods will get us further ahead in this company than just showing up, kissing a few babies and doing some fancy flips for the feckless morons in attendance.
And it’s so much more fun.
We may have missed the boat for the big time last week to Spike Kane, but if by some miracle they make it through this week, then we’ll glad deprive them of the Tag Team title they have built their reputation on and hey, if not, we can smack Cable and the Gimp around a little instead. Either way, we’re not dead and buried, defeats happen.
Neither myself or Cyrus need to make up excuses.
We’re going to set an example through you, Joe. This is what happens to people who peddle bullshit, you get punished. You’re the perfect specimen to demonstrate the effectiveness of violence as a tool for the means of communication. With your body we will communicate that Cyrus Daniels and Bernard de Montfort are not here to wrestle.
We’re here to hurt people.
We don’t care about honour, we don’t care about putting on a show and we don’t care about the health of our opponents, all we care about is ourselves and how we can advance our own positions inside this company and if it means we get to snap a few idiosyncratic jackasses like you in half each week then all the better.
You may not like our methods, and you sure as hell may not like us personally, but I can guarantee our results will speak for themselves come the conclusion of our journeys. People will always remember the two bastards who cut a path through the competition and always stood tall regardless of the results of their matches.
Nobody is going to remember the guy who threw it all away.
If it isn’t little Joey Everyman, our very own resident spin doctor. That was some might fine manipulation of the facts you shared with the world last week, Joe, honestly you really ought to think of hanging up your boots and getting a government job, I think we’ve found you’re true talent.
Adjusting the truth for your own benefit.
Not that you’re alone, Joe, I mean half the guys in the back could tell them same story and every single rendition would be drastically different from the other, any way to plaster over the cracks in those fragile egos. It’s must be really difficult being unable to look at yourselves in the mirror without feeling the need to justify a hair out of place.
The Diamond’s division could be swelled if we moved people around by which gender they act.
So let me get this straight, because forgive me for being confused, in the world of Joey Everyman that whole drink driving thing was just an evil ploy to tarnish your reputation and entirely unfounded in fact and you’re just the innocent victim of a clandestine plot to discredit you? Oh, and apparently the COO of the entire company wastes his time fiddling with contracts risking any two bit lawyer making millions out of him when he is in partnership with my father, a multi-billionaire and is dating a lawyer.
If anybody ever said you weren’t entertaining, then boy were they dead wrong. It’s just a shame it is coming at the expense of you living a perpetual lie.
You really want us to swallow this bullshit you’re so keen to peddle to protect your image, Joe? You want us to look beyond the obviously gaping potholes in your little narrative and believe that you’re just the victim of a big conspiracy, again, despite having more success than half the roster combined despite this terrible omnipresent threat to your safety lingering above your head.
Sure thing champ…oh, wait…
My bad.
Let me be perfectly honest and transparent with you, Joe, because I wouldn’t want to be called a hypocrite after spending so long calling you one. This week isn’t a wrestling match, it isn’t a competition and you can be your ass it is entirely deliberate.
Did you really think slandering the company who pays your wages would end well for you? Although I guess this is a further excuse to blame the constant pariah Robby Verona again, huh? I mean, why shouldn’t you be allowed to just publish a bunch of lies which drags the integrity of this company through the mud for your own personal benefit.
Seriously, why do people cheer you?
No, Joe, this week is all about punishment for your crimes. Me and Cyrus have absolutely no intention of treating this like a competition where we are desperate for victory, let’s face it, that’s already a foregone conclusion. No, this week is all about having a maligned victim all to ourselves, a man whose bones we can methodically pick over before we finally land the killer blow to its throat when we’re satisfied.
It’s going to be fun.
Quite honestly, whether people agree or disagree with mine or Cyrus’ methods, the end results speak for themselves. We send out a message and ensure we’re the men who walk out on our own two legs. Sure, sometimes we lose, but we’re not all about arbitrary figures.
We don’t need numbers in a column to feel good about ourselves.
People pay more attention to two bastards beating the living daylights out of their heroes then some nobody who racks up a few wins here or there. Our methods will get us further ahead in this company than just showing up, kissing a few babies and doing some fancy flips for the feckless morons in attendance.
And it’s so much more fun.
We may have missed the boat for the big time last week to Spike Kane, but if by some miracle they make it through this week, then we’ll glad deprive them of the Tag Team title they have built their reputation on and hey, if not, we can smack Cable and the Gimp around a little instead. Either way, we’re not dead and buried, defeats happen.
Neither myself or Cyrus need to make up excuses.
We’re going to set an example through you, Joe. This is what happens to people who peddle bullshit, you get punished. You’re the perfect specimen to demonstrate the effectiveness of violence as a tool for the means of communication. With your body we will communicate that Cyrus Daniels and Bernard de Montfort are not here to wrestle.
We’re here to hurt people.
We don’t care about honour, we don’t care about putting on a show and we don’t care about the health of our opponents, all we care about is ourselves and how we can advance our own positions inside this company and if it means we get to snap a few idiosyncratic jackasses like you in half each week then all the better.
You may not like our methods, and you sure as hell may not like us personally, but I can guarantee our results will speak for themselves come the conclusion of our journeys. People will always remember the two bastards who cut a path through the competition and always stood tall regardless of the results of their matches.
Nobody is going to remember the guy who threw it all away.
“Gentlemen, just the two men I wanted to see.”
Bernard grimaces.
“What do you want, we’re not your pawns you know?”
“Let’s hear him out mate.”
Verona smiles.
“I suggest you listen to your friend, Bernard.”
“Just spit it out Verona.”
“Blunt and to the point, and people say you’re not like your father.”
“Leave him out of this.”
“Oh, touchy subject? My bad. And here I was thinking that I may have something of interest for you…”
“What is it, mate?”
“There’s a little birdie spreading vicious rumours, I’d like to solve this problem with two stones.”
“You want us to take out Joe Everyman?”
Verona wags a finger.
“No.”
A wry smile runs across his lips.
“I want you to have fun with him.”
Cyrus begins to laugh, patting Bernard on the back who still seems hesitant.
“We’d be glad to, aint that right mate?”
“Sure…”
“Excellent, feel free to use any force necessary.”
Verona smiles again before turning and leaving the two alone.
“He’s up to something…”
“Sure he is, but what do we care? We get our chance to stomp on ole’ Joey’s skull.”
“Well when you put it like that… you know for a man with an accent you’re quite eloquent.”
Cyrus laughs.
“What can I say, when it comes to hurtin’ folks I have a lot to say.”
“But let’s be clear big guy, we’re not doing this for him, we’re doing this to send out a message…”
Cyrus smiles.
“Of course mate, but it never does no harm to let the King feel like he’s moving around some pawns.”
“I never thought of it like that.”
“That’s because ya always fighting against authority mate.”
“What, unlike you, the law abiding member of the team?”
Cyrus laughs again.
“Hey, I were innocent mate.”
“Sure big guy, listen if we’re going to make an example out of Joe we need a plan, some people won’t forget in a hurry, a simple beat down is so cliché.”
“What did ya have in mind?”
Bernard sniggers to himself.
“Something special. Something deserving of a man of Joe’s status…”
Well howdy there pardner.