Post by Cyrus Daniels on Apr 6, 2013 9:44:44 GMT -6
Nicole Kingsley couldn't sleep, even with the mattress brought into this small windowless room. A white mattress brought over by her brother Stephen six days ago when he realised that he could not talk his little sister out of whatever insanity had inspired her to try and live in Cyrus' world, to understand him.
Nicole knew exactly what this insanity was, she was in love with him, and when everybody around her asked of her why she would leave a secure job in one of Australia's top medical facilities and how she could love a man as reprehensible as Cyrus Daniels, she still had no answer for them. She just did. That answer satisfied nobody, not even her but for now it was the only answer she had.
Ha, I guess it is true what they say, you really cannot help who you fall in love with...
As she turned to look across the room at Cyrus sat in the simple cane chair, propped up against the wall, leant back with the same wall serving as his pillow, she reflected on how comfortable he seemed even in a sleep as sound as his. She sighed as she turned away and lay flat on her back looking up at the ceiling. A single moth danced around the dim light bulb and for a moment, she squinted and saw herself in the situation being played out before her.
Perhaps I am the moth here. I believe in my heart that Cy is not totally beyond salvation. A ten year incarceration may have dimmed his light, but I am still attracted to it, and yet like the moth, I cannot get as close as I would like...
Nicole had spared her brother Stephen the complete story behind her latest impulsive decision. Stephen knew nothing of Cyrus' plans to leave America as soon as he had collected his final paycheck and wrestled his final match in New Championship Wrestling. Cyrus believed that there was nothing here for him, she hoped to convince him that this wasn't true, she hoped to talk him out of leaving, or at the very least convince him that he didn't have to go all the way to Russia to make a new start. If he absolutely insisted on going, she wanted him to go home, back to Oz - with her. She was willing to eat a slice of humble pie and admit to her family that she had been a little too hasty in taking a job herein the Us if she had to, but she absolutely refused to believe she had been wrong about the man she loved. Her heart had not lied to her before, why would it start now?
How am I supposed to feel about all of this? Nervous? Excited? Overwhelmed? Humbled? Why don't ya tell me mates? Steve Awesome and Trent Helms, apparently you two are supposed to be some kind of big deal around here, I have to say I'm not seein' it, not nowadays anyway, but then I wasn't around when the two of you were supposedly at your peak, if Close Encounters was ever considered to have one in the first place that is.
As far as I can see you are just a couple of blokes who have been quite successful as individuals, former World Champions and Hall of Famers, all mighty impressive labels that you have earned. Do ya know what labels the Crocodile Hunter and I have earned? Of course ya do because it'll be the subject of a million rape in the prison showers and Crocodile Dundee jokes this week between the pair of you, because you underestimate us for no other reason than we have been here for ac fraction of the time you have.
Whether you want to admit it or not mates, the truth is we were not afforded the same opportunities you were by this company, and now thanks to Kelly apparently not being able to keep her legs closed in favour of keeping her business profitable and the endurin' legacy of her daddy, we'll never get our opportunity to really leave our mark on this company.
Believe me though, I am not cryin' about it, it is not as important to me as you want it to be. Stephen and I are criminals, low lives, thugs and mercenaries, we have neither the looks or the desire to be Hollywood movie stars or the resources to shoot our promos on a Hollywood budget, so it would appear that we are from entirely different worlds, but that doesn't put us at quite the disadvantage ya think it does. The fact is Criminal Intent go against the script, we don't pull any punches and most importantly we are not paid extortionate amounts of moolah to simply play badasses on the big screen, we've lived the life. It isn't a story for us, we've been there, on the other side of the tracks. The bank job I was apart of wasn't simply the kickass opening to the latest summer blockbuster, it actually happened. I didn't have the luxury to yell 'Cut!' and live the decade I lost over again, even though some days I wish I could have.
I've paid my price.
So has the Crocodile Hunter.
We may not have the in ring experience you two do, we may not have achieved the accolades by which your tragically fragile egos measure success in this business, but at least the highlight of my association with the Crocodile Hunter isn't that awkward moment when my partner shattered my wrist for ten pounds of gold and five pounds of leather.
And that really is the only difference you two need to concern yourself with.
If we break Close Encounters this Sunday, we won't be stopping at your wrists.
Our shatterin' of legends would be of the awesome kind.
Nicole knew exactly what this insanity was, she was in love with him, and when everybody around her asked of her why she would leave a secure job in one of Australia's top medical facilities and how she could love a man as reprehensible as Cyrus Daniels, she still had no answer for them. She just did. That answer satisfied nobody, not even her but for now it was the only answer she had.
Ha, I guess it is true what they say, you really cannot help who you fall in love with...
As she turned to look across the room at Cyrus sat in the simple cane chair, propped up against the wall, leant back with the same wall serving as his pillow, she reflected on how comfortable he seemed even in a sleep as sound as his. She sighed as she turned away and lay flat on her back looking up at the ceiling. A single moth danced around the dim light bulb and for a moment, she squinted and saw herself in the situation being played out before her.
Perhaps I am the moth here. I believe in my heart that Cy is not totally beyond salvation. A ten year incarceration may have dimmed his light, but I am still attracted to it, and yet like the moth, I cannot get as close as I would like...
Nicole had spared her brother Stephen the complete story behind her latest impulsive decision. Stephen knew nothing of Cyrus' plans to leave America as soon as he had collected his final paycheck and wrestled his final match in New Championship Wrestling. Cyrus believed that there was nothing here for him, she hoped to convince him that this wasn't true, she hoped to talk him out of leaving, or at the very least convince him that he didn't have to go all the way to Russia to make a new start. If he absolutely insisted on going, she wanted him to go home, back to Oz - with her. She was willing to eat a slice of humble pie and admit to her family that she had been a little too hasty in taking a job herein the Us if she had to, but she absolutely refused to believe she had been wrong about the man she loved. Her heart had not lied to her before, why would it start now?
How am I supposed to feel about all of this? Nervous? Excited? Overwhelmed? Humbled? Why don't ya tell me mates? Steve Awesome and Trent Helms, apparently you two are supposed to be some kind of big deal around here, I have to say I'm not seein' it, not nowadays anyway, but then I wasn't around when the two of you were supposedly at your peak, if Close Encounters was ever considered to have one in the first place that is.
As far as I can see you are just a couple of blokes who have been quite successful as individuals, former World Champions and Hall of Famers, all mighty impressive labels that you have earned. Do ya know what labels the Crocodile Hunter and I have earned? Of course ya do because it'll be the subject of a million rape in the prison showers and Crocodile Dundee jokes this week between the pair of you, because you underestimate us for no other reason than we have been here for ac fraction of the time you have.
Whether you want to admit it or not mates, the truth is we were not afforded the same opportunities you were by this company, and now thanks to Kelly apparently not being able to keep her legs closed in favour of keeping her business profitable and the endurin' legacy of her daddy, we'll never get our opportunity to really leave our mark on this company.
Believe me though, I am not cryin' about it, it is not as important to me as you want it to be. Stephen and I are criminals, low lives, thugs and mercenaries, we have neither the looks or the desire to be Hollywood movie stars or the resources to shoot our promos on a Hollywood budget, so it would appear that we are from entirely different worlds, but that doesn't put us at quite the disadvantage ya think it does. The fact is Criminal Intent go against the script, we don't pull any punches and most importantly we are not paid extortionate amounts of moolah to simply play badasses on the big screen, we've lived the life. It isn't a story for us, we've been there, on the other side of the tracks. The bank job I was apart of wasn't simply the kickass opening to the latest summer blockbuster, it actually happened. I didn't have the luxury to yell 'Cut!' and live the decade I lost over again, even though some days I wish I could have.
I've paid my price.
So has the Crocodile Hunter.
We may not have the in ring experience you two do, we may not have achieved the accolades by which your tragically fragile egos measure success in this business, but at least the highlight of my association with the Crocodile Hunter isn't that awkward moment when my partner shattered my wrist for ten pounds of gold and five pounds of leather.
And that really is the only difference you two need to concern yourself with.
If we break Close Encounters this Sunday, we won't be stopping at your wrists.
Our shatterin' of legends would be of the awesome kind.