Post by Cyrus Daniels on Jul 13, 2013 16:18:43 GMT
Cyrus Daniels sits on a black steel folding chair facing the camera, he is wearing an olive green short sleeved shirt and black pants. He also has a glass of apple juice in his hand and he takes a drink as he stares into the lens, before addressing the camera.
Change.
Everybody talks about it. Everybody wants it. Yet so few are ever capable of making it happen. So few are so truly dedicated to their cause to inspire change, either within themselves or within the world they live, the world they bitch about because they are so set in their mediocrity that they'll find any excuse to blame anybody else for their failings in life, anybody else except the people they should really blame. Themselves. As with everything else in life, there is a spectrum of existence in this world, some people like the Crocodile Hunter and I are merely one extreme of this, and that is why we are the outcasts, that's why we are branded criminals, discarded as stereotypes by the rest of this so called civilised society - a society that is happy to fight amongst itself for the table scraps it earns, a society that understands the rules and limits of its own mediocrity yet lacks all that is truly necessary to rise above it.
Davey Ortega is one of these men, an average man, with an average career, stuck in the middle. And like all men stuck in the middle, he turns his head to the right and sees one extreme, he then turns his head to the left and sees the other, and no matter which extreme he faces, he wishes he had it within him to be one of the extremists. He has looked to the right and he has looked to the left and he has seen his idols. To his left he has seen Joe Everyman, and he has tried to drown himself in the same river of mediocrity that chokes Joe as he struggles to stay afloat. He has tried to find joy in his mediocrity, to reclaim it and neutralise its sting. When that didn't work, he turned to his right and he saw Spike Kane, a legend, an icon, a bloke he wants so desperately to emulate, a man whose reputation in this business precedes him and Davey wants a little piece of that notoriety for himself. And when that didn't work, Ortega sank back to bein' that bloke in the middle who gets on his cyber soapbox and pleads for the attention of superiors, and even then, that too didn't pan out for Davey because Laszlo has already cornered that particular market, taken that particular niche for himself on Twitter.
There is no place in this company for men like Davey Ortega. There is no place for the average. Why should I be threatened by the distinctly average when I'm waging wars with Gods in this company? The average are the spectators who live their lives through their idols. Watch the world pass them by, rather than be the animal, they watch the animals feed and even pay for the privilege.
Davey wants to walk into a room and garner the same awe as his heroes and it doesn't matter if its Joe Everyman or Spike Kane, Davey wants to be a wrestler just like them because he enjoys watching a level of violence on television that he can only dream of replicating himself. Congratulations mate, you're only one autograph queue away from being an IWF Superfan rather than an IWF Superstar, but don't worry, when we break you on Monday, the Crocodile Hunter and I, we will at least do the decent thing and personally autograph your cast...it's the least we could do for such a fan of our work...
Got a pen?
Cyrus laughs before finishing off his drink. He sets the glass aside off camera.
Cyrus sits topless on the bed in his shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley. She is knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders.
Daniels: So do ya believe me now?
Nicole: Ya beat Spike 'freakin Kane, do ya know how huge that is?!
Cyrus laughs.
Daniels: Ya sound surprised.
Nicole: I was.
Daniels: I wasn't, but then after a decade among bloated reputations, ya learn which ones to truly test.
Nicole: I feel I owe ya an apology, I thought ya was bein' stupid for testin' Kane...
Daniels: I'm not done yet.
Nicole: Doctor Riley called...
Daniels: I hope it was to thank me, the Crocodile Hunter and I got him his damn job...
Nicole: Actually he wanted my professional opinion on whether ya were ready to go this week, I did give ya last week off after all because I wanted to make sure ya were, wouldn't want ya ta black out again...
Daniels: I keep tellin' ya Nic, that was months ago. I'm fine...ya need ta relax...
Nicole sighs in resignation.
Nicole: I guess I do.
Daniels: I know what I'm doing. Trust me...
Nicole just simply nods.
Nicole: Okay then, go kick some ass...
Daniels: I will.
Nicole: Don't ya wanna know who you're facin' ?
Daniels: Names only matter after they become victims.
Doc, I don't know much about ya, but maybe that's for the best mate, as I may grow to like ya. They say ya only have one chance ta make a first impression, and ya certainly left more of a first impression on me than that Ortega bloke, admittedly that isn't hard but still. I've heard a lot about the fire in the Scottish belly, and ya strike me as the kinda stand up bloke who will actually take the the law inta his own hands and actually do somethin' about the things he disagrees with. Some people would say this war you're waging with Angel is a little extreme, but ta me its the right kinda extreme, the necessary kinda extreme, and honestly mate if I met a fella fruity enough to be called Angel I'd kick him in the face too, purely out of principle...
Cyrus laughs.
Ya see ya demand change, the same as we did, and like us, ya actually had enough of a nutsack to step up and make your case, boot to face, rather than just talk about it or marvel as ya watched other people do what ya couldn't. That has ta be respected because its those kinda actions that mean you're a man of a similar breed to me, the Crocodile Hunter and Spike Kane. We're too extreme for most people, and Davey Ortega is just a bloke who is far too middle of the road for us. So it seems ya face a stalemate, ya have a choice. We don't wanna break ya Doc, but we will if ya show a weakness we want ta believe ya don't have. Tell us ya don't really care about this match do ya? Ya don't really care about Davey do ya? At least not enough ta save him.
So hang back. Watch us go to work and maybe we'll make fans of ya like we have of Jones and Ortega. Ya can be on the outside lookin' in, a spectator watchin' superior men go ta work, in essence ya can do for a night what Davey has done his whole career. Ya might even enjoy it, especially the moment just before we break him we give him a free shot at the man whose attention he has been scramblin' like a rat to get. I'm sure Spike won't mind. See Davey, the reason they call your partner a Lionheart and ya a joke is because Doc knows that a true lion never backs down from a zebra because he's intimidated by its stripes.
Show us the claws ya want us to believe ya have and that need to scratch Doc's back this week, especially if ya don't wanna be made a victim. We got rid of that idiot Bo because he didn't have the head for this job and the fact that ya have to cut all of your promos whilst bein' hand held by your own personal shrinks says alot about the bad wirin' in your head. Now a shrink runs our division and has given us a test in the form of one man with a boastful but fragile ego, and another man with an equally fragile state of mind. I have ta admit, you're takin' a hell of a risk Davey, a hell of a gamble, can ya trust a man who just last week put ya down? Ya have made a career out of nursin' your grudges, ya have waited six years to get even with Kane, so how long will ya hold a grudge against Doc when he abandons ya? And more than that, how long will ya wait ta get your revenge?
There's a difference between bidin' your time Davey, and knowin' that your chance will never come, or worse still that it has come and gone already. Ya may not admit it ta us or even to ya partner Doc, but at least admit it ta yaself, you're scared, you're outta your depth and outta mind and you're damn near outta your mind. Haven't ya taken enough risks that never paid off in your career already?
Why take another?
What makes this time any different to any other time you've tried to make an impact and failed?
Does anyone still believe in Davey Ortega anymore?
If they do, that's just criminal, ain't it mate?
Change.
Everybody talks about it. Everybody wants it. Yet so few are ever capable of making it happen. So few are so truly dedicated to their cause to inspire change, either within themselves or within the world they live, the world they bitch about because they are so set in their mediocrity that they'll find any excuse to blame anybody else for their failings in life, anybody else except the people they should really blame. Themselves. As with everything else in life, there is a spectrum of existence in this world, some people like the Crocodile Hunter and I are merely one extreme of this, and that is why we are the outcasts, that's why we are branded criminals, discarded as stereotypes by the rest of this so called civilised society - a society that is happy to fight amongst itself for the table scraps it earns, a society that understands the rules and limits of its own mediocrity yet lacks all that is truly necessary to rise above it.
Davey Ortega is one of these men, an average man, with an average career, stuck in the middle. And like all men stuck in the middle, he turns his head to the right and sees one extreme, he then turns his head to the left and sees the other, and no matter which extreme he faces, he wishes he had it within him to be one of the extremists. He has looked to the right and he has looked to the left and he has seen his idols. To his left he has seen Joe Everyman, and he has tried to drown himself in the same river of mediocrity that chokes Joe as he struggles to stay afloat. He has tried to find joy in his mediocrity, to reclaim it and neutralise its sting. When that didn't work, he turned to his right and he saw Spike Kane, a legend, an icon, a bloke he wants so desperately to emulate, a man whose reputation in this business precedes him and Davey wants a little piece of that notoriety for himself. And when that didn't work, Ortega sank back to bein' that bloke in the middle who gets on his cyber soapbox and pleads for the attention of superiors, and even then, that too didn't pan out for Davey because Laszlo has already cornered that particular market, taken that particular niche for himself on Twitter.
There is no place in this company for men like Davey Ortega. There is no place for the average. Why should I be threatened by the distinctly average when I'm waging wars with Gods in this company? The average are the spectators who live their lives through their idols. Watch the world pass them by, rather than be the animal, they watch the animals feed and even pay for the privilege.
Davey wants to walk into a room and garner the same awe as his heroes and it doesn't matter if its Joe Everyman or Spike Kane, Davey wants to be a wrestler just like them because he enjoys watching a level of violence on television that he can only dream of replicating himself. Congratulations mate, you're only one autograph queue away from being an IWF Superfan rather than an IWF Superstar, but don't worry, when we break you on Monday, the Crocodile Hunter and I, we will at least do the decent thing and personally autograph your cast...it's the least we could do for such a fan of our work...
Got a pen?
Cyrus laughs before finishing off his drink. He sets the glass aside off camera.
Cyrus sits topless on the bed in his shared apartment with Nicole Kingsley. She is knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders.
Daniels: So do ya believe me now?
Nicole: Ya beat Spike 'freakin Kane, do ya know how huge that is?!
Cyrus laughs.
Daniels: Ya sound surprised.
Nicole: I was.
Daniels: I wasn't, but then after a decade among bloated reputations, ya learn which ones to truly test.
Nicole: I feel I owe ya an apology, I thought ya was bein' stupid for testin' Kane...
Daniels: I'm not done yet.
Nicole: Doctor Riley called...
Daniels: I hope it was to thank me, the Crocodile Hunter and I got him his damn job...
Nicole: Actually he wanted my professional opinion on whether ya were ready to go this week, I did give ya last week off after all because I wanted to make sure ya were, wouldn't want ya ta black out again...
Daniels: I keep tellin' ya Nic, that was months ago. I'm fine...ya need ta relax...
Nicole sighs in resignation.
Nicole: I guess I do.
Daniels: I know what I'm doing. Trust me...
Nicole just simply nods.
Nicole: Okay then, go kick some ass...
Daniels: I will.
Nicole: Don't ya wanna know who you're facin' ?
Daniels: Names only matter after they become victims.
Doc, I don't know much about ya, but maybe that's for the best mate, as I may grow to like ya. They say ya only have one chance ta make a first impression, and ya certainly left more of a first impression on me than that Ortega bloke, admittedly that isn't hard but still. I've heard a lot about the fire in the Scottish belly, and ya strike me as the kinda stand up bloke who will actually take the the law inta his own hands and actually do somethin' about the things he disagrees with. Some people would say this war you're waging with Angel is a little extreme, but ta me its the right kinda extreme, the necessary kinda extreme, and honestly mate if I met a fella fruity enough to be called Angel I'd kick him in the face too, purely out of principle...
Cyrus laughs.
Ya see ya demand change, the same as we did, and like us, ya actually had enough of a nutsack to step up and make your case, boot to face, rather than just talk about it or marvel as ya watched other people do what ya couldn't. That has ta be respected because its those kinda actions that mean you're a man of a similar breed to me, the Crocodile Hunter and Spike Kane. We're too extreme for most people, and Davey Ortega is just a bloke who is far too middle of the road for us. So it seems ya face a stalemate, ya have a choice. We don't wanna break ya Doc, but we will if ya show a weakness we want ta believe ya don't have. Tell us ya don't really care about this match do ya? Ya don't really care about Davey do ya? At least not enough ta save him.
So hang back. Watch us go to work and maybe we'll make fans of ya like we have of Jones and Ortega. Ya can be on the outside lookin' in, a spectator watchin' superior men go ta work, in essence ya can do for a night what Davey has done his whole career. Ya might even enjoy it, especially the moment just before we break him we give him a free shot at the man whose attention he has been scramblin' like a rat to get. I'm sure Spike won't mind. See Davey, the reason they call your partner a Lionheart and ya a joke is because Doc knows that a true lion never backs down from a zebra because he's intimidated by its stripes.
Show us the claws ya want us to believe ya have and that need to scratch Doc's back this week, especially if ya don't wanna be made a victim. We got rid of that idiot Bo because he didn't have the head for this job and the fact that ya have to cut all of your promos whilst bein' hand held by your own personal shrinks says alot about the bad wirin' in your head. Now a shrink runs our division and has given us a test in the form of one man with a boastful but fragile ego, and another man with an equally fragile state of mind. I have ta admit, you're takin' a hell of a risk Davey, a hell of a gamble, can ya trust a man who just last week put ya down? Ya have made a career out of nursin' your grudges, ya have waited six years to get even with Kane, so how long will ya hold a grudge against Doc when he abandons ya? And more than that, how long will ya wait ta get your revenge?
There's a difference between bidin' your time Davey, and knowin' that your chance will never come, or worse still that it has come and gone already. Ya may not admit it ta us or even to ya partner Doc, but at least admit it ta yaself, you're scared, you're outta your depth and outta mind and you're damn near outta your mind. Haven't ya taken enough risks that never paid off in your career already?
Why take another?
What makes this time any different to any other time you've tried to make an impact and failed?
Does anyone still believe in Davey Ortega anymore?
If they do, that's just criminal, ain't it mate?
Well howdy there pardner.