Post by Cyrus Daniels on Jun 17, 2012 7:32:23 GMT -6
You know, after ten years locked away from a supposedly civilised society, you learn a thing or two about patience...and its rewards. Finally my patience is being rewarded, finally I'm being given the kinds of golden opportunities that everybody always said were beneath a man like me, that being locked up was all I had ever deserved.
I've only been in the company a short time, and already this is my second chance at taking something valuable, coveted away from far more fortunate men than either myself or Stephen. This goes against everything society is conditioned to believe about men branded criminals. In the eyes of the average bloke, men like Stephen and I aren't supposed to be treated fairly. Crime isn't supposed to pay, and yet here we are today, being given a second chance at the Tag Team Championships. Some people have been here for years and still not had their second chances as quickly as Stephen and I have had ours, and I'm sure that burns them.
After all, they've worked hard, they've established themselves, they've given their life to this very 'sport', what have Stephen and I done? We've been convicts for most of our lives, we should have no right to just waltz in here and beat people up - we're not classically trained wrestlers, we're thugs and we know that there are twelve eyes squarely focused on us, judging us from corners of the ring thinking ''those crims don't deserve anything, much less the titles''.
You might be right mates, but the fact is, we're here now, we will take what we can when we can, if there's anything the criminal mind knows better than all of you honest hard working, dedicated men, it's how to take advantage of a a good opportunity. See, I've never been in this type of match before, never even seen one - because let's face it, I've never been all that obsessed with watching grown men run around in tights and baby oil thinking they know what it is to be a real tough son of a bitch, but when I heard the cutesy little name you guys call this match, I thought it sounded like something that was right up my alley - assault is something I do a little too well, or at least that's what my parole officer kept telling me.
Then I remembered, this is America and you all are wrestlers, and as a result to you, assault usually means grabbing a steel chair and flooring your opponent in one shot and then having that cute little Shiela who gave us this match last week sell it for you from behind her announce position as "the most brutal thing I've ever seen - somebody stop this vicious assault!" It's cute, it really is - and oh so gosh darn American to exaggerate everything to obscene levels of absurdity.
The fact is there are six of you in this match, who in spite of everything else - your vast experience in this business and your supposedly well earned legendary status don't have a clue, don't have the first idea what a real vicious assault is. Each of you only think you know what it is to be considered brutal, sadistic, tough sons of bitches - but the thing is, you have only been conditioned to know safe and staged violence, not real violence and if you are shocked that I am taking a piss over all of the reputations you've carefully crafted for yourselves by revealing that to the people who cheer for you, then you don't know me quite as well as you might think you do.
But I digress, vicious assaults aside, the fact remains that to most people and to the six of you, Stephen and I aren't built for a match like this, this match is about cunning and agility, not brute strength and power, so naturally we appear to be out of our element, we don't belong in this match, we don't deserve to share your spotlight, and according to everybody else's script but our own, we damn sure shouldn't be walking out of our first Pay Per View as Champions, we shouldn't even be wrestling for them, and believe me Stephen and I have no intention of competing for them....
If we take them, it will be a steal - we are criminals after all.
I've only been in the company a short time, and already this is my second chance at taking something valuable, coveted away from far more fortunate men than either myself or Stephen. This goes against everything society is conditioned to believe about men branded criminals. In the eyes of the average bloke, men like Stephen and I aren't supposed to be treated fairly. Crime isn't supposed to pay, and yet here we are today, being given a second chance at the Tag Team Championships. Some people have been here for years and still not had their second chances as quickly as Stephen and I have had ours, and I'm sure that burns them.
After all, they've worked hard, they've established themselves, they've given their life to this very 'sport', what have Stephen and I done? We've been convicts for most of our lives, we should have no right to just waltz in here and beat people up - we're not classically trained wrestlers, we're thugs and we know that there are twelve eyes squarely focused on us, judging us from corners of the ring thinking ''those crims don't deserve anything, much less the titles''.
You might be right mates, but the fact is, we're here now, we will take what we can when we can, if there's anything the criminal mind knows better than all of you honest hard working, dedicated men, it's how to take advantage of a a good opportunity. See, I've never been in this type of match before, never even seen one - because let's face it, I've never been all that obsessed with watching grown men run around in tights and baby oil thinking they know what it is to be a real tough son of a bitch, but when I heard the cutesy little name you guys call this match, I thought it sounded like something that was right up my alley - assault is something I do a little too well, or at least that's what my parole officer kept telling me.
Then I remembered, this is America and you all are wrestlers, and as a result to you, assault usually means grabbing a steel chair and flooring your opponent in one shot and then having that cute little Shiela who gave us this match last week sell it for you from behind her announce position as "the most brutal thing I've ever seen - somebody stop this vicious assault!" It's cute, it really is - and oh so gosh darn American to exaggerate everything to obscene levels of absurdity.
The fact is there are six of you in this match, who in spite of everything else - your vast experience in this business and your supposedly well earned legendary status don't have a clue, don't have the first idea what a real vicious assault is. Each of you only think you know what it is to be considered brutal, sadistic, tough sons of bitches - but the thing is, you have only been conditioned to know safe and staged violence, not real violence and if you are shocked that I am taking a piss over all of the reputations you've carefully crafted for yourselves by revealing that to the people who cheer for you, then you don't know me quite as well as you might think you do.
But I digress, vicious assaults aside, the fact remains that to most people and to the six of you, Stephen and I aren't built for a match like this, this match is about cunning and agility, not brute strength and power, so naturally we appear to be out of our element, we don't belong in this match, we don't deserve to share your spotlight, and according to everybody else's script but our own, we damn sure shouldn't be walking out of our first Pay Per View as Champions, we shouldn't even be wrestling for them, and believe me Stephen and I have no intention of competing for them....
If we take them, it will be a steal - we are criminals after all.
