Post by Cyrus Daniels on Nov 15, 2013 19:26:01 GMT
Sometimes life has a funny way of workin' out, almost poetic in the way it plays out. Take this past Monday night on Sacrifice for example, Veteran's Day here in the United States, a day of remembrance the world over, and the Defenders of the Realm honoured the tradition by ensurin' that the 11th of November 2013 will be a day that will be remembered for many reasons within the history of this company when the historians of this business look back on it. Some will look upon it fondly as the day Mike Machado caught the heir to the IWF throne completely unaware and picked up the biggest win of his career so far, others will remember only the aftermath as several new guys collectively decided to make a statement by invading the company and introducing the world to a new Virus.
Since ya blokes were so kind ta introduce yaselves ta me at Sacrifice, allow me ta return the favour. I am Cyrus Daniels and I will always remember Monday, November 11th, 2013 as the day I reached the next level in my career. A few months ago I was in the position of the invader, pickiin' targets, tryna steal the spotlight. A few months ago I was just a bloke lookin' ta make a name for himself, n' I did it. I did it by goin' after the biggest and baddest blokes in this company. Guys who looked down at me 'cause I had the balls ta step on ta their turf n' not be intimidated by the fact that they had the experience and the fact that they had wrestlin' runnin' through their veins.
Who was I ta step up n' challenge 'em? I was just an ex-convict, a tragic stereotype or just a complete joke dependin' on who ya asked. I had ta prove myself as a legitimate threat around here n' I did that. I did that on my own, so in that sense I respect what ya guys are tryna do, ya wanna make an impact, n' ya chose me. Bonzer! If that really is the game ya blokes wanna play now, I ain't got a problem with it n' I'm sure Bernie doesn't either. I can only assume that ya ain't the kinda blokes who are gonna walk inta this fight completely blind. I'm sure JackHammer has let ya know exactly what ya are walkin' inta if ya really wanna pick a fight with me, ya know like any good team mate should.
But then again, maybe he hasn't volunteered that information 'cause of his pride, see JackHammer is the kinda bloke I know well, just like my former partner in crime Stephen Kingsley, JackHammer has always struggled with two things in his life n' his career - realisin' his potential n' standin' on his own. Last time JackHammer n' I met in an IWF ring, Bernie n I embarassed him and his partner, n' drove Alpha n' Omega from the company. Now like a scolded dog, he's back with some new mates n' probably thinks I should be intimidated by this, his latest fool's errand.
I know you're probably more than a little pissed as ya watch this Tank, afta all this is supposed ta be your little barbie, ain't it mate? Bernie n' I are facin' ya and the faceless wonder on Monday, not JackHammer, so why am I overlookin' ya? Well, I'm not, the problem is that even the most prevalent virus in the world is only as effective as the virulence of its individual strains n' whether ya blokes realise it or not, JackHammer is one of your weakest.
But hey, I know what you're thinkin'. What do I know? Everythin' I know about infected has already been summed up rather nicely by the cute bubbly blonde who likes ta play dress up whenever she's not rulin' her divsion, n I've been a willin' partner in some of her wildest fantasies, but I'm sorry, none of ya blokes have the same perky tits ta make me a willing part of yours - and at the end of the day that's all your dreams of a dominant, destructive Virus runnin' rampant throughout this company really are.
Wild fantasies.
But hey ya don't havta put too much stock in anythin' I'm sayin' if ya really don't wanna, after all, I'm not a doctor, I just bang one frequently, a victim of incorrigible lust, but probably not in the way ya need me ta be at Sacrifice. If ya ain't gonna listen ta me Tank, then ya'll excuse me if I don't listen ta ya either. I'm willin' ta concede ya probably are a smart bloke, maybe smarter than me even so I can only hope ya put some of that intelligence ta work n realise the reality of the situation you're in. The fact is ya probably think Lust gives ya some kinda edge afta all ya can never be fully prepared ta face the unknown and that's true, Bernie n I do not know who ya will bring ta the ring with ya on Monday. All we have ta go on is a name - a generic name for the legion ya will lead inta battle, and maybe that's enough. After all, faces only become important in this business after the name has been established.
And that's all Virus is right now, no faces, just plenty of names to forget and plenty of asses desperate for a kickin'.
I'm Cyrus Daniels and I'm an established name. On Monday ya find out exactly why. I may never know all of the faces behind Virus...but after Sacrifice, I promise ya that you'll never forget mine.
Cyrus Daniels walks into the bedroom of his shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley in Washington. She turns around and its obvious she's been crying. Her cheeks are still damp as she looks at him.
Nicole: Don't tell me, you've come ta say goodbye.
Daniels: Actually, I came ta say they've let me go.
Nicole: What?
Daniels smiles.
Daniels: I'm innocent Nic. I was nowhere near the place on the night Stephen was attacked. Turns out, they found some evidence to corroborate my story.
Nicole: Oh thank God, so it's over?
Daniels: Yes. It's over. The police won't be bothering us anymore.
Nicole: Ya promise?
Daniels: I promise.
Nicole then runs up to him and wraps her arms around his massive frame. He hugs her gently in return as she has her head buried in his chest.
Daniels: Did ya really think I was guilty?
Nicole looks up at him, her eyes overflow with the genuine sincerity of her teary emotions.
Nicole: I didn't want to believe it Cy, I really didn't. Does this mean Simon has lifted your suspension?
Daniels: Yes and no. I'm still being punished, its something I'm going to have to ride out for the next few weeks.
Nicole: Oh God, is that why they had Mike Machado embarass you and Simon on TV last week?
Daniels: Pretty much. As far as Simon is concerned, Bernie is guilty by association.
Nicole: Poor bastard. So who have they got ya facin' this week?
Daniels: Some newbies. Some blokes called Lust and Tank.
Nicole giggles.
Nicole: Lust huh? Sounds like you're in real trouble, you've always given in to lust.
Cyrus smiles.
Daniels: Oh I know, I'm terrible, in fact I'm about ta give in ta it right now...
Cyrus grabs a handful of Nicole's hair and jerks her head back so she looks up at him, taking her breath away as she inhales sharply and quivers under his touch, she barely manages to speak. A hushed whisper passes between the two lovers.
Nicole: Give in...
Daniels: You first...
Cyrus Daniels then forces himself upon her, kissing her forcibly and her body tenses as she puts up some initial resistance. With his free hand, he grabs her t-shirt from behind and tears it, and they both surrender to their lust.
Since ya blokes were so kind ta introduce yaselves ta me at Sacrifice, allow me ta return the favour. I am Cyrus Daniels and I will always remember Monday, November 11th, 2013 as the day I reached the next level in my career. A few months ago I was in the position of the invader, pickiin' targets, tryna steal the spotlight. A few months ago I was just a bloke lookin' ta make a name for himself, n' I did it. I did it by goin' after the biggest and baddest blokes in this company. Guys who looked down at me 'cause I had the balls ta step on ta their turf n' not be intimidated by the fact that they had the experience and the fact that they had wrestlin' runnin' through their veins.
Who was I ta step up n' challenge 'em? I was just an ex-convict, a tragic stereotype or just a complete joke dependin' on who ya asked. I had ta prove myself as a legitimate threat around here n' I did that. I did that on my own, so in that sense I respect what ya guys are tryna do, ya wanna make an impact, n' ya chose me. Bonzer! If that really is the game ya blokes wanna play now, I ain't got a problem with it n' I'm sure Bernie doesn't either. I can only assume that ya ain't the kinda blokes who are gonna walk inta this fight completely blind. I'm sure JackHammer has let ya know exactly what ya are walkin' inta if ya really wanna pick a fight with me, ya know like any good team mate should.
But then again, maybe he hasn't volunteered that information 'cause of his pride, see JackHammer is the kinda bloke I know well, just like my former partner in crime Stephen Kingsley, JackHammer has always struggled with two things in his life n' his career - realisin' his potential n' standin' on his own. Last time JackHammer n' I met in an IWF ring, Bernie n I embarassed him and his partner, n' drove Alpha n' Omega from the company. Now like a scolded dog, he's back with some new mates n' probably thinks I should be intimidated by this, his latest fool's errand.
I know you're probably more than a little pissed as ya watch this Tank, afta all this is supposed ta be your little barbie, ain't it mate? Bernie n' I are facin' ya and the faceless wonder on Monday, not JackHammer, so why am I overlookin' ya? Well, I'm not, the problem is that even the most prevalent virus in the world is only as effective as the virulence of its individual strains n' whether ya blokes realise it or not, JackHammer is one of your weakest.
But hey, I know what you're thinkin'. What do I know? Everythin' I know about infected has already been summed up rather nicely by the cute bubbly blonde who likes ta play dress up whenever she's not rulin' her divsion, n I've been a willin' partner in some of her wildest fantasies, but I'm sorry, none of ya blokes have the same perky tits ta make me a willing part of yours - and at the end of the day that's all your dreams of a dominant, destructive Virus runnin' rampant throughout this company really are.
Wild fantasies.
But hey ya don't havta put too much stock in anythin' I'm sayin' if ya really don't wanna, after all, I'm not a doctor, I just bang one frequently, a victim of incorrigible lust, but probably not in the way ya need me ta be at Sacrifice. If ya ain't gonna listen ta me Tank, then ya'll excuse me if I don't listen ta ya either. I'm willin' ta concede ya probably are a smart bloke, maybe smarter than me even so I can only hope ya put some of that intelligence ta work n realise the reality of the situation you're in. The fact is ya probably think Lust gives ya some kinda edge afta all ya can never be fully prepared ta face the unknown and that's true, Bernie n I do not know who ya will bring ta the ring with ya on Monday. All we have ta go on is a name - a generic name for the legion ya will lead inta battle, and maybe that's enough. After all, faces only become important in this business after the name has been established.
And that's all Virus is right now, no faces, just plenty of names to forget and plenty of asses desperate for a kickin'.
I'm Cyrus Daniels and I'm an established name. On Monday ya find out exactly why. I may never know all of the faces behind Virus...but after Sacrifice, I promise ya that you'll never forget mine.
Cyrus Daniels walks into the bedroom of his shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley in Washington. She turns around and its obvious she's been crying. Her cheeks are still damp as she looks at him.
Nicole: Don't tell me, you've come ta say goodbye.
Daniels: Actually, I came ta say they've let me go.
Nicole: What?
Daniels smiles.
Daniels: I'm innocent Nic. I was nowhere near the place on the night Stephen was attacked. Turns out, they found some evidence to corroborate my story.
Nicole: Oh thank God, so it's over?
Daniels: Yes. It's over. The police won't be bothering us anymore.
Nicole: Ya promise?
Daniels: I promise.
Nicole then runs up to him and wraps her arms around his massive frame. He hugs her gently in return as she has her head buried in his chest.
Daniels: Did ya really think I was guilty?
Nicole looks up at him, her eyes overflow with the genuine sincerity of her teary emotions.
Nicole: I didn't want to believe it Cy, I really didn't. Does this mean Simon has lifted your suspension?
Daniels: Yes and no. I'm still being punished, its something I'm going to have to ride out for the next few weeks.
Nicole: Oh God, is that why they had Mike Machado embarass you and Simon on TV last week?
Daniels: Pretty much. As far as Simon is concerned, Bernie is guilty by association.
Nicole: Poor bastard. So who have they got ya facin' this week?
Daniels: Some newbies. Some blokes called Lust and Tank.
Nicole giggles.
Nicole: Lust huh? Sounds like you're in real trouble, you've always given in to lust.
Cyrus smiles.
Daniels: Oh I know, I'm terrible, in fact I'm about ta give in ta it right now...
Cyrus grabs a handful of Nicole's hair and jerks her head back so she looks up at him, taking her breath away as she inhales sharply and quivers under his touch, she barely manages to speak. A hushed whisper passes between the two lovers.
Nicole: Give in...
Daniels: You first...
Cyrus Daniels then forces himself upon her, kissing her forcibly and her body tenses as she puts up some initial resistance. With his free hand, he grabs her t-shirt from behind and tears it, and they both surrender to their lust.
Well howdy there pardner.