Post by Cyrus Daniels on Jun 27, 2013 21:12:22 GMT
Cyrus Daniels sits the wrong way around on a steel chair, with his legs straddling either side of the back, his arms folded across the top, and he smirks as he stares into the camera. He is wearing a simple pair of jeans and a black leather jacket over his massive muscular frame. He is chewing a piece of gum as he speaks.
Do I have your attention yet mate? Look at me in the eyes, Spike. Tell me what ya see. Think before ya speak, I know that's a difficult, almost foreign concept for a bloke with a yap as big as yours, but however backwards this request may seem coming from an Ozzy, I promise ya it has a point. I know what ya believe ya see. Ya believe ya see an inferior human being, somebody ya can run rings around between those ropes because ya have damn near two decades of experience in this sport, and if I was coming to wrestle ya on Monday, I might be worried, but this won't be a wrestling match Spike. I have no intent of wrestling ya, but a fight, now there's an idea, a fight, that's what this will be Spike. Ya see I'm not like that Laszlo bloke, I will not pick a fight behind a keyboard like some grandstanding dingleberry behind the screen of a laptop.
Laszlo and I want the same thing, but the way we each intend to achieve our goals is chalk and cheese. He's happy to wage his wars with statements as limited in character as he himself is, he doesn't want to wrestle ya for anything more than being a worldwide trending topic, he wants the attention and the notoriety that he thinks only someone of your stature and reputation can give him. He wants to be a social media darling, he wants his empty threats retweeted, his Facebook statuses liked and commented on because he's a pretty boy celebrity with a hot girlfriend and a fragile ego.
He doesn't really want a fight with you, the war he wants to wage is strictly in cyberspace, and yes, Spike Kane, even I will admit that compared to the Hercules of Hashtags you are indeed a God of Xtreme, but the war I want with you Spike cannot be waged from a safe distance. I have every intention of coming face to face with God this Monday and showing him exactly why I've never needed him. And maybe just maybe, once the world sees that I've never needed you, they'll realise that after nearly two decades...
They don't need you anymore either.
Cyrus Daniels stands in the doorway of the bedroom of his new shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley. He leans casually against the doorframe, looking at his lover Nicole as she slips out of her robe with her back towards him, oblivious to his presence. His eyes cast downward and he narrows his eyes at the bruise across her lower back. Nicole looks down at herself and her cheeks are damp as if she'd just been silently weeping.
Cyrus takes a few steps towards Nicole and then without warning cups her mouth, she jumps but her scream is muffled by his palm, she stares up at herself in the mirror.
Daniels: Don't scream.
Nicole nods. He brushes aside locks of her blonde hair from her neck, before kissing it. She seems to squirm under his touch if only for a moment before apparently thinking better of it. Satisfied, he removes his hand from her mouth and she looks down at the robe, going to pick it up.
Daniels: Leave it.
Nicole then tries to retrieve it from the floor in spite of his direct instruction. Cyrus then grabs her by the arm, spinning her around in his arms before nailing her across the face with a backhanded slap. Nicole screams as she spins into a fall , landing face first on the duvet. Nicole lays motionless.
Daniels: I SAID LEAVE IT!
Cyrus advances on her, leaning over her naked prone and bruised body, but Nicole hasn't moved. Cyrus' voice drops to a whisper.
Daniels: Nic...I'm sorry I -
Cyrus is cut off by muffled sounds coming from a face down Nicole and as he rolls her over onto her back, it is quite evident that she's laughing and laughing rather heartily as she puts her arms around his neck and pulls his body down over hers, and this time it is her voice that drops to a whisper.
Nicole: Got ya...
Her eyes twinkle before she closes them and kisses him. Cyrus breaks it.
Daniels: Now I'm going to have to really punish you.
Nicole: Ooooohhhh I hope so...
Cyrus smiles as he holds her arms down and leans in for a passionate kiss.
People have asked me all week why I did what I did. Why would I pick a fight with a legend of professional wrestling? A veteran? Do I have a death wish? And I'm sure the people who see you step up to the camera this week and see that quiver in your eyes, that twitch, they'll interpret it as the fact that you've been shaken with rage, and if you have, I say good. Because if you have, it means I've gotten from you exactly what I wanted from the very beginning when this all started. Whilst it is true that the Crocodile Hunter and I want the IWF Tag Team Championships, that is only the shine we want to rub off the apple. And even when that shine comes off - and it will, we are still left with the apple itself, and that is what we seek to devour, and what we intend to leave behind is nothing but the rotten core.
It is true that you are rotten at the core isn't it, Mike? In fact it's something you tout rather proudly in all of your nauseating superiority. Some people say its a complex, I say it is extraordinarily simple. You're a small man with a big reputation and somewhere along the line you started to believe your own hype, and I'm here to show ya that just because ya believe your own press, it doesn't mean everybody does. You've beaten me several times now and I still don't, and for that I'm sure you consider me foolish, and maybe it is.
Maybe all this is is a foolish errand by two foreigners who need to learn their place, and if that helps you and Rob feel better about the threat Criminal Intent represent, then I suggest you ask Bo, because something tells me he isn't as confident as the two of you are that we can be neutralised and simply cast aside. Bo can only keep us on a leash for so long, he can only protect the biggest acquisition to his otherwise rather meek division for so long. Eventually he's going to have to let us off our leashes and then these rottweilers you dismiss as dingos will truly have their day.
And that is what this has always been about.
"Thou Shalt Not Fuck With The God of Xtreme."
Where the world saw a commandment, I saw a challenge. Challenge accepted, mate. All this got me thinking...wow, I wonder what would happen if I violated it? The golden rule? But then I've never been one for rules or misplaced beliefs. In the Big House, many blokes turn to God for solace and guidance. I was never one of them. Still religion raised a few interesting questions for me.
What would happen if I were the one that ignited the burning bush, for instance? I guess we'll find out on Monday won't we you are burning aren't you Spike? Let me see that fiery Irish temper, let me see that big strong man who has reduced men of inferior stature and intimidated them by exploiting their weaknesses. The difference between the other people you have humbled and brought to their knees begging for your mercy is that you've always found something to threaten them with. All that reputation, all that ego, all that hot air, all that bluster and ya still have nothing to threaten me with. How does it feel to be on the other side of all this? You and Rob are the ones here with so much more to lose than either the Crocodile Hunter or I. Think about it. Think about little Xander Kane. Think about little Hope Diamond.
Wouldn't it be tragic if we were forced to make victims of the innocent just to get your attention? Just to show you that we're so much more than the colonial stereotypes you dismiss us as? What do we have to do to be taken seriously around here? If you are truly a God Spike, protect your child, protect your son, shield him from the evils of the world, the dark criminal underbelly for as long as you can. I'd hate to take his innocence from him too soon. To Xander Kane ya should indeed be a God for as long as ya can, and I'm willing to let ya keep up that particular fairy story so long as I get to show the rest of the world just how human you really are.
I bet you're madder than a cut grass snake right now aren't ya, mate? But ya really shouldn't be. Ya should be thanking me, I've liberated ya from the need to pander to your fans with the ridiculous catchphrases of an over-inflated hype ya could never really live up to. Now nobody has to be told to all bloody hail, and nobody has to expect quite so much from ya anymore. I've set ya free and like I do every day that I'm in this country, living the dream, ya should really learn to appreciate that freedom...and perhaps in time you will. It is a gift I offer ya, not a sacrifice. Take it. Ya may not be able to salvage your reputation for much longer but I at least offer ya the chance to save your dignity while ya still have it.
I've got ya all worked up, haven't I mate? Good, 'cause I want Spike Kane to be at his best, at his most dangerous, at his most ruthless, at his most reckless. After two decades in this business, surely ya have one or two great matches left in ya, don'tcha mate? In the twilight of your career, I want people to be left with their memories, precious memories of all those moments that have made ya infamous, because pretty soon all they'll have are those memories. They will live forever...
You will not.
So strike down upon me with all your thunder, God...
Whilst you still can.
Cyrus Daniels lay in the bed with one arm tucked behind his head, and Nicole next to him under the sheets, she looked over at him as he stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
Nicole: What ya thinkin' about?
Daniels: Oh nothin'.
Nicole: Oh come on, ya can tell me.
Daniels turns his head and stares at Nicole.
Daniels: I said, its nothing.
Nicole had learned not to push him, Cyrus was still a very private and reserved man, still incarcerated within himself.
Nicole: Fine. Change of subject. Do you really have to do this?
Daniels: Do what?
Nicole: Push Spike Kane. I've heard the stories backstage about how unstable and sadistic he is. I don't want him to hurt you.
Cyrus laughs at the very idea.
Nicole: Or you to hurt him.
Daniels: Isn't that what you get paid to deal with?
Nicole: Well, yes but....okay fine, I admit it I don't want him to hurt me either...
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Daniels: Don't tell me ya been talkin' to that Conway Shiela again, she's worse than your brother when it comes to exaggeration.
Nicole shrugs.
Nicole: So we've become friends, and she's not exaggerating, it took her five years to get over what that bastard did to her. But still, isn't there some other way? Couldn't you just wait for your next shot at Infamous?
Daniels: I've never been good at waiting in line, I proved that ten years ago...
Do I have your attention yet mate? Look at me in the eyes, Spike. Tell me what ya see. Think before ya speak, I know that's a difficult, almost foreign concept for a bloke with a yap as big as yours, but however backwards this request may seem coming from an Ozzy, I promise ya it has a point. I know what ya believe ya see. Ya believe ya see an inferior human being, somebody ya can run rings around between those ropes because ya have damn near two decades of experience in this sport, and if I was coming to wrestle ya on Monday, I might be worried, but this won't be a wrestling match Spike. I have no intent of wrestling ya, but a fight, now there's an idea, a fight, that's what this will be Spike. Ya see I'm not like that Laszlo bloke, I will not pick a fight behind a keyboard like some grandstanding dingleberry behind the screen of a laptop.
Laszlo and I want the same thing, but the way we each intend to achieve our goals is chalk and cheese. He's happy to wage his wars with statements as limited in character as he himself is, he doesn't want to wrestle ya for anything more than being a worldwide trending topic, he wants the attention and the notoriety that he thinks only someone of your stature and reputation can give him. He wants to be a social media darling, he wants his empty threats retweeted, his Facebook statuses liked and commented on because he's a pretty boy celebrity with a hot girlfriend and a fragile ego.
He doesn't really want a fight with you, the war he wants to wage is strictly in cyberspace, and yes, Spike Kane, even I will admit that compared to the Hercules of Hashtags you are indeed a God of Xtreme, but the war I want with you Spike cannot be waged from a safe distance. I have every intention of coming face to face with God this Monday and showing him exactly why I've never needed him. And maybe just maybe, once the world sees that I've never needed you, they'll realise that after nearly two decades...
They don't need you anymore either.
Cyrus Daniels stands in the doorway of the bedroom of his new shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley. He leans casually against the doorframe, looking at his lover Nicole as she slips out of her robe with her back towards him, oblivious to his presence. His eyes cast downward and he narrows his eyes at the bruise across her lower back. Nicole looks down at herself and her cheeks are damp as if she'd just been silently weeping.
Cyrus takes a few steps towards Nicole and then without warning cups her mouth, she jumps but her scream is muffled by his palm, she stares up at herself in the mirror.
Daniels: Don't scream.
Nicole nods. He brushes aside locks of her blonde hair from her neck, before kissing it. She seems to squirm under his touch if only for a moment before apparently thinking better of it. Satisfied, he removes his hand from her mouth and she looks down at the robe, going to pick it up.
Daniels: Leave it.
Nicole then tries to retrieve it from the floor in spite of his direct instruction. Cyrus then grabs her by the arm, spinning her around in his arms before nailing her across the face with a backhanded slap. Nicole screams as she spins into a fall , landing face first on the duvet. Nicole lays motionless.
Daniels: I SAID LEAVE IT!
Cyrus advances on her, leaning over her naked prone and bruised body, but Nicole hasn't moved. Cyrus' voice drops to a whisper.
Daniels: Nic...I'm sorry I -
Cyrus is cut off by muffled sounds coming from a face down Nicole and as he rolls her over onto her back, it is quite evident that she's laughing and laughing rather heartily as she puts her arms around his neck and pulls his body down over hers, and this time it is her voice that drops to a whisper.
Nicole: Got ya...
Her eyes twinkle before she closes them and kisses him. Cyrus breaks it.
Daniels: Now I'm going to have to really punish you.
Nicole: Ooooohhhh I hope so...
Cyrus smiles as he holds her arms down and leans in for a passionate kiss.
People have asked me all week why I did what I did. Why would I pick a fight with a legend of professional wrestling? A veteran? Do I have a death wish? And I'm sure the people who see you step up to the camera this week and see that quiver in your eyes, that twitch, they'll interpret it as the fact that you've been shaken with rage, and if you have, I say good. Because if you have, it means I've gotten from you exactly what I wanted from the very beginning when this all started. Whilst it is true that the Crocodile Hunter and I want the IWF Tag Team Championships, that is only the shine we want to rub off the apple. And even when that shine comes off - and it will, we are still left with the apple itself, and that is what we seek to devour, and what we intend to leave behind is nothing but the rotten core.
It is true that you are rotten at the core isn't it, Mike? In fact it's something you tout rather proudly in all of your nauseating superiority. Some people say its a complex, I say it is extraordinarily simple. You're a small man with a big reputation and somewhere along the line you started to believe your own hype, and I'm here to show ya that just because ya believe your own press, it doesn't mean everybody does. You've beaten me several times now and I still don't, and for that I'm sure you consider me foolish, and maybe it is.
Maybe all this is is a foolish errand by two foreigners who need to learn their place, and if that helps you and Rob feel better about the threat Criminal Intent represent, then I suggest you ask Bo, because something tells me he isn't as confident as the two of you are that we can be neutralised and simply cast aside. Bo can only keep us on a leash for so long, he can only protect the biggest acquisition to his otherwise rather meek division for so long. Eventually he's going to have to let us off our leashes and then these rottweilers you dismiss as dingos will truly have their day.
And that is what this has always been about.
"Thou Shalt Not Fuck With The God of Xtreme."
Where the world saw a commandment, I saw a challenge. Challenge accepted, mate. All this got me thinking...wow, I wonder what would happen if I violated it? The golden rule? But then I've never been one for rules or misplaced beliefs. In the Big House, many blokes turn to God for solace and guidance. I was never one of them. Still religion raised a few interesting questions for me.
What would happen if I were the one that ignited the burning bush, for instance? I guess we'll find out on Monday won't we you are burning aren't you Spike? Let me see that fiery Irish temper, let me see that big strong man who has reduced men of inferior stature and intimidated them by exploiting their weaknesses. The difference between the other people you have humbled and brought to their knees begging for your mercy is that you've always found something to threaten them with. All that reputation, all that ego, all that hot air, all that bluster and ya still have nothing to threaten me with. How does it feel to be on the other side of all this? You and Rob are the ones here with so much more to lose than either the Crocodile Hunter or I. Think about it. Think about little Xander Kane. Think about little Hope Diamond.
Wouldn't it be tragic if we were forced to make victims of the innocent just to get your attention? Just to show you that we're so much more than the colonial stereotypes you dismiss us as? What do we have to do to be taken seriously around here? If you are truly a God Spike, protect your child, protect your son, shield him from the evils of the world, the dark criminal underbelly for as long as you can. I'd hate to take his innocence from him too soon. To Xander Kane ya should indeed be a God for as long as ya can, and I'm willing to let ya keep up that particular fairy story so long as I get to show the rest of the world just how human you really are.
I bet you're madder than a cut grass snake right now aren't ya, mate? But ya really shouldn't be. Ya should be thanking me, I've liberated ya from the need to pander to your fans with the ridiculous catchphrases of an over-inflated hype ya could never really live up to. Now nobody has to be told to all bloody hail, and nobody has to expect quite so much from ya anymore. I've set ya free and like I do every day that I'm in this country, living the dream, ya should really learn to appreciate that freedom...and perhaps in time you will. It is a gift I offer ya, not a sacrifice. Take it. Ya may not be able to salvage your reputation for much longer but I at least offer ya the chance to save your dignity while ya still have it.
I've got ya all worked up, haven't I mate? Good, 'cause I want Spike Kane to be at his best, at his most dangerous, at his most ruthless, at his most reckless. After two decades in this business, surely ya have one or two great matches left in ya, don'tcha mate? In the twilight of your career, I want people to be left with their memories, precious memories of all those moments that have made ya infamous, because pretty soon all they'll have are those memories. They will live forever...
You will not.
So strike down upon me with all your thunder, God...
Whilst you still can.
Cyrus Daniels lay in the bed with one arm tucked behind his head, and Nicole next to him under the sheets, she looked over at him as he stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
Nicole: What ya thinkin' about?
Daniels: Oh nothin'.
Nicole: Oh come on, ya can tell me.
Daniels turns his head and stares at Nicole.
Daniels: I said, its nothing.
Nicole had learned not to push him, Cyrus was still a very private and reserved man, still incarcerated within himself.
Nicole: Fine. Change of subject. Do you really have to do this?
Daniels: Do what?
Nicole: Push Spike Kane. I've heard the stories backstage about how unstable and sadistic he is. I don't want him to hurt you.
Cyrus laughs at the very idea.
Nicole: Or you to hurt him.
Daniels: Isn't that what you get paid to deal with?
Nicole: Well, yes but....okay fine, I admit it I don't want him to hurt me either...
Cyrus rolls his eyes.
Daniels: Don't tell me ya been talkin' to that Conway Shiela again, she's worse than your brother when it comes to exaggeration.
Nicole shrugs.
Nicole: So we've become friends, and she's not exaggerating, it took her five years to get over what that bastard did to her. But still, isn't there some other way? Couldn't you just wait for your next shot at Infamous?
Daniels: I've never been good at waiting in line, I proved that ten years ago...
Well howdy there pardner.