Post by Eno Redrum on Jan 9, 2010 15:54:24 GMT -5
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to Eno on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy," Eno said. "That's my daughter on the swing in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to her. "What do you say we go, Jordan?"
Jordan pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Daddy. Pleeeeaaase? Just five more minutes." Eno nodded and Jordan continued to swing to her heart's content.
Minutes passed and Eno stood and called to her again. "Time to go now?"
Again Jordan pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." Eno smiled and said, "Okay."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
Eno smiled and then said, "My wife and son were killed a couple of years ago. Back then I let my career take up most of my time and I never spent much of it with my family. I'd give anything for just five more minutes with them. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Jordan.
She thinks she has five more minutes to swing. The truth is . . .
I get five more minutes to watch her play."
Eno Eno Eno, why do you insist on embarassing yourself in this fashion actually taking it upon yourself to believe that this whole plan of mine was about Juggernaught ENT. I used to have respect for you Eno, but when you come out here actually having the cahonies to attempt to take credit for something you have no part of just goes to show how far your affiliation with JENT brought you down. Im not entirely sure you were even paying attention truly at Devils Dance, coming out here claiming some epiphony led you to turn against what JENT was becoming which im sure is partially true. Of course as much as you may deny it, what drove you to this epiphony were the actions taken by yours truly to drive that wedge between Kingpin and his allies. You wanted to stop the attacks, you wanted to clean up the TWD to make this company better off with your partner and friend Blacksmith, however you failed. You had no part in it, being left in the dark while Blacksmith did have his part in it merely as collateral damage to drive that wedge the rest of the way. You shouldnt be threatening me with vengeance for what I have done, you should be thanking me for showing you the light you could not see on your own. What a sad state of affairs this has become when one of the best and brightest of the TWD fails to see what stares him in the face clear as a spring morning. Seems I still have some work to do when it comes to improving the TWD when a former world champion has fallen so far.
"I sit here and watch this crap and I have to wonder how you can think it is me who is disillusioned. Do you really believe the crap spewing from your mouth? I think it is you that missed my point. You need to spend some of that hard earned cash you got for your part in losing at Devil's Dance and by yourself a DVR and start recording promos and going back over them before you cut your own.
My issue with you was setting me up for a frame job by using the Southern Comfort bottle in an attack against Kingpin. Sure, I am peeved with the fact that you hit BlackSmith from behind like some punk schoolyard bully who can never attack from the front. However, BlackSmith knew full well that something like this could have come about when he decided to come back so I am sure he can take care of himself. Oh and for the record, this was his idea, not mine so blaming me for what happened to him is off base my friend. No your facts before you start talking out of your ass.
Now since you are so in to getting the facts straight, let's play a little game of Truth or Consequence, shall we?
Truth: I left JENT long before you ever thought about pulling your little Halloween Trick Or treat stunt. Follow your time line son. I broke JENT long before you decided to hide behind a mask, lurk in the shadows and have Tommy O'Malley play Secret Agent Man and gather intel from the inside. BlackSmith and I were the ones that had Marcus T.'s money filtered into our control, thanks to his grandfather. We were the ones that gained majority control from Kingpin in JENT and began selling off every damn piece of scum infested property that was owned by JENT and began the process of selling those said properties to the city for use as youth centers and other things of a positive nature.
Consqequence: You now look like a jack ass for not having your facts straight and knowing the time line of when you started doing things and when he actually started the whole damn process.
Truth: Yes, you may have been the final nail in the coffin and I give you credit for that. However, you need to damn well recognize that it was BlackSmith that designed the coffin and it was me that built it and hammered in each and every nail up until the last one.
Consequence: You again look like an ass because you lay claim for something you only had a small part in. Granted the light may have shined brightest on you, but it was the two of us that did this. it was by our blood, sweat and tears that this came about.
Truth: You attacked BlackSmith from behind like a coward and made him "collateral damage" and you tried to frame me for an attack on Kingpin. You looked both BlackSmith and myself in the eye and told us you would give it some thought about joining with us when you knew all along you had no intentions on joining us and in fact had already dishonored my name and attacked BlackSmith.
Consequence: This week you face me and the bottom line is you can't handle the truth of the situation. And that truth is, I am better than you. Always have been and always will be. I repsected you and even praised you, but now all I can see is red and my sights are locked squarely on you and my goal is to end your career.
So you wanna talk about the truth? You want the truth Filipe? Well to coin a phrase, you can't handle the truth!
Come this Showdown nothing can save you from the cold heart truth which is you will again fall short of your goal and again I will be on the verge of laying claim to the the TWD Championship. Nothing you can do can save you from this truth.
Tom Cruise can't save you.
Demi Moore can't save you.
Kevin Bacon can't save you.
And even Jack Nicholson can't save your ass.
The Code Red has been ordered and I will carry it out.
Enjoy your little time in the limelight because it will be short lived.
Shalom!"
"He's a fine looking boy," Eno said. "That's my daughter on the swing in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to her. "What do you say we go, Jordan?"
Jordan pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Daddy. Pleeeeaaase? Just five more minutes." Eno nodded and Jordan continued to swing to her heart's content.
Minutes passed and Eno stood and called to her again. "Time to go now?"
Again Jordan pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." Eno smiled and said, "Okay."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
Eno smiled and then said, "My wife and son were killed a couple of years ago. Back then I let my career take up most of my time and I never spent much of it with my family. I'd give anything for just five more minutes with them. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Jordan.
She thinks she has five more minutes to swing. The truth is . . .
I get five more minutes to watch her play."
Eno Eno Eno, why do you insist on embarassing yourself in this fashion actually taking it upon yourself to believe that this whole plan of mine was about Juggernaught ENT. I used to have respect for you Eno, but when you come out here actually having the cahonies to attempt to take credit for something you have no part of just goes to show how far your affiliation with JENT brought you down. Im not entirely sure you were even paying attention truly at Devils Dance, coming out here claiming some epiphony led you to turn against what JENT was becoming which im sure is partially true. Of course as much as you may deny it, what drove you to this epiphony were the actions taken by yours truly to drive that wedge between Kingpin and his allies. You wanted to stop the attacks, you wanted to clean up the TWD to make this company better off with your partner and friend Blacksmith, however you failed. You had no part in it, being left in the dark while Blacksmith did have his part in it merely as collateral damage to drive that wedge the rest of the way. You shouldnt be threatening me with vengeance for what I have done, you should be thanking me for showing you the light you could not see on your own. What a sad state of affairs this has become when one of the best and brightest of the TWD fails to see what stares him in the face clear as a spring morning. Seems I still have some work to do when it comes to improving the TWD when a former world champion has fallen so far.
"I sit here and watch this crap and I have to wonder how you can think it is me who is disillusioned. Do you really believe the crap spewing from your mouth? I think it is you that missed my point. You need to spend some of that hard earned cash you got for your part in losing at Devil's Dance and by yourself a DVR and start recording promos and going back over them before you cut your own.
My issue with you was setting me up for a frame job by using the Southern Comfort bottle in an attack against Kingpin. Sure, I am peeved with the fact that you hit BlackSmith from behind like some punk schoolyard bully who can never attack from the front. However, BlackSmith knew full well that something like this could have come about when he decided to come back so I am sure he can take care of himself. Oh and for the record, this was his idea, not mine so blaming me for what happened to him is off base my friend. No your facts before you start talking out of your ass.
Now since you are so in to getting the facts straight, let's play a little game of Truth or Consequence, shall we?
Truth: I left JENT long before you ever thought about pulling your little Halloween Trick Or treat stunt. Follow your time line son. I broke JENT long before you decided to hide behind a mask, lurk in the shadows and have Tommy O'Malley play Secret Agent Man and gather intel from the inside. BlackSmith and I were the ones that had Marcus T.'s money filtered into our control, thanks to his grandfather. We were the ones that gained majority control from Kingpin in JENT and began selling off every damn piece of scum infested property that was owned by JENT and began the process of selling those said properties to the city for use as youth centers and other things of a positive nature.
Consqequence: You now look like a jack ass for not having your facts straight and knowing the time line of when you started doing things and when he actually started the whole damn process.
Truth: Yes, you may have been the final nail in the coffin and I give you credit for that. However, you need to damn well recognize that it was BlackSmith that designed the coffin and it was me that built it and hammered in each and every nail up until the last one.
Consequence: You again look like an ass because you lay claim for something you only had a small part in. Granted the light may have shined brightest on you, but it was the two of us that did this. it was by our blood, sweat and tears that this came about.
Truth: You attacked BlackSmith from behind like a coward and made him "collateral damage" and you tried to frame me for an attack on Kingpin. You looked both BlackSmith and myself in the eye and told us you would give it some thought about joining with us when you knew all along you had no intentions on joining us and in fact had already dishonored my name and attacked BlackSmith.
Consequence: This week you face me and the bottom line is you can't handle the truth of the situation. And that truth is, I am better than you. Always have been and always will be. I repsected you and even praised you, but now all I can see is red and my sights are locked squarely on you and my goal is to end your career.
So you wanna talk about the truth? You want the truth Filipe? Well to coin a phrase, you can't handle the truth!
Come this Showdown nothing can save you from the cold heart truth which is you will again fall short of your goal and again I will be on the verge of laying claim to the the TWD Championship. Nothing you can do can save you from this truth.
Tom Cruise can't save you.
Demi Moore can't save you.
Kevin Bacon can't save you.
And even Jack Nicholson can't save your ass.
The Code Red has been ordered and I will carry it out.
Enjoy your little time in the limelight because it will be short lived.
Shalom!"
