Post by Falcon on Nov 16, 2009 3:06:22 GMT -6
"A lot of people speculate as to why I'm different than everyone else. Why people will always secretly love me even while they're cursing my name. Why people ask for my t-shirt and then in the same breath curse the very fact I'm alive. And there's a plethora of explanations, ranging from mindnumbingly simple to over the top rocket science complex. I'll spare you the big boring diatribe and say simply.
Definition.
Not the creepy check out the cut of my abs definition. I mean it literally. You see, there's been a disturbing trend in the business of wrestling. The easiest thing would be to simply label it as laziness or complacency, but it's a bit more than that. You see, there's an innate amount of glory attached to being a professional wrestler. It becomes tenfold when that wrestler wins a championship, because all of a sudden they are in demand. All of a sudden everyone knows who you are because you lug around a big gold plate on a leather strap. All of a sudden..
You're somebody.
It's a hundred times worse when it's a World title. You have everything. Fame, money, power, love and admiration, everything you dreamed about when you were a child. Then, you stop progressing. You stop defining your life, and you let the title define you. That gold becomes the center of your world, and when you've lost the desire, you lose what matters to you the most, and you have nothing left to fight for, and nothing left to fight with. Think back. Adam had everything, the title, his girl.. everything he wanted. He let the title become the only thing he prided himself about. It was the only thing that could be taken away. And when I took it, he wasn't seen for three weeks.
Tragic, no?
Steve Awesome fought his way through the Road to the Gold. He let his desire to attain this height again become his only goal. Despite his alleged love for the people. Despite his desire to fight and entertain the fans. When I defeated him, his desire fled, and he has since found his way out the door. We can go back farther. Trent hasn't been seen since he had his prize taken. His arm has long since healed, but he can't find the heart to grace the cameras. Lance retired after losing the belt to Trent. Spike after failing to win it. Each of these men let the belt become them, and paid the ultimate price for it.
But me?
I'm one of a kind. And the sad part is, you all know it, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can take my title, but you'll never take my heart. How do I always find a way to go on when I have nothing left to obtain? How do I find the strength to fight harder when I should be relaxing? It's simple. I love this company..
More than I love myself.
Fact."
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(Falcon sat on his back porch, overlooking his backyard. The pool was closed in preperation for winter, yet the snow had not yet fallen. In fact, it had been unseasonably warm recently. Unseasonably warm for New England in November was above 45. Falcon was half in a daze dreaming about what was going on, when Mike Kane exits the back door and sits down next to him.)
Mike: Sooo... big world title defense...
Falcon: .....
Mike: Worried?
Falcon: ....
Mike: Yes.. No?
Falcon: ....
Mike: Earth to Bird boy...
(Falcon looks over at him a minute, then back at the grass.)
Falcon: How could you give it up, Mike?
Mike: Give what up?
Falcon: Wrestling. How do you put it behind you? How do you just one day decide to walk away from it all? How do you do it?
Mike: It was just that time. I realized that I wasn't getting any younger. That I was slowly losing everything that mattered to me, on top of what I already lost. And it was just time to put it all down and walk away. But hey, I'm not gone.. right?
Falcon: I know that. But it just seems.. so.. impossible for me. I mean, everyone has that dream of what they would be doing if they weren't wrestling, right?
(Mike nods.)
Falcon: I don't have that dream.
Mike: One day it will come to you.
Falcon: I don't know about that. This is all I've really ever known. What would I do? Commentary like Simon? Be a road agent like Chris? I'm starting to think that without the roar of that crowd, I'm nobody. I make all this big huff about not caring. But the truth is, I always have. And I guess I always will.
Mike: I guess you'll just have to burn that bridge when you come to it. You know, just keep going to bed and waking up the next day. Just keep breathing.
(Falcon grins.)
Falcon: Get that out of a fortune cookie?
Mike: Actually a good friend of mine said that not to long ago. His name was Kyle.
(Mike grinned at the implication, and then punched Falcon in the shoulder lightly, before getting up and heading back inside. Falcon stared back out at his yard, then.. slowly.. his lips curved into a smile.)
Falcon: I think I'll do that.
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"It's like this Jason. I don't like you personally. To me, you've always come off as a guy with his head so far up his own ass that he can't do anything except give himself an enema. It's never been about what you thought of me. Because frankly in a sport this competitive, you need to believe the other guy across from you is a worse athlete than you are. It's never been about what I thought of you, either. Because that all becomes irrelevant when you step through those ropes and the bell rings. This is about my having what you want, and you coming to get it from me. You see, I believe myself to be the best thing this company has to offer. As everyone in this sport does. If you don't, you don't deserve to be setting up a ring, much less be in one. The same is true for all sports. We call Terrel Owens and Chad Johnson egomaniacs because they believe they are God's gift to receiving. But in reality..
They're the only ones who got it right.
Believe you are the best, but respect those below you. That is a mantra that has gotten me this far. It's not about my ego, or what anyone else thinks. I don't gloat about winning, and I don't cry about losing. But that doesn't change the way I approach things. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to walk into Mind Games the Champion, and I'm going to walk out the same way. I'm not a God, or Invincible. But that doesn't mean I don't think like that. If I have my way, it's going to take everything you have and then some to keep me down long enough to get this win, and that's just the way it will have to be. I'm not going to sit here and say you'll never be able to do it. But I sure as hell am not going to just let you. You've come far in the time I've known you, run a hundred miles and then a hundred more, but you still always have...
One to go.
And that brings me to the King of the road miles, little Jack Hammond. Jack, your name was selected for this by pure chance. But I can't honestly say you've never earned it. You see, while wins and losses may count for a lot in a sport like this. In truth, effort is the real meal ticket. See, you my friend, are possibly pound for pound one of the hardest working men I've ever met. You're a man who has few advantages inside a ring, and yet, you fight each match like it was the last time you'll ever lace on wrestling boots. You have the courage of a thousand men, or perhaps a thousand bottles of brandy, but the point is, nothing has ever stopped you from trying. And that's why you've done what you've done here. When you remove the obstacle of fear...
The rest is easy.
And your career will go on, probably past mine. And you'll win the nCw World title again, or maybe the X Division title again, or maybe even find a buddy and win the Tag belts. nCw is your oyster Jack. There's nothing a man like you cannot do, because a man like you knows no limits. A man like you has been told his whole life that what you want is out of reach. That what you want can never be yours by sheer improbability. You remind me so much of me, kiddo. And look at us now.. nCw.. World Champions. I'm so looking forward to this match, as I know you are to. And please, give up the rhetoric about my ulterior motives. I'm out here for the same reason as you are. To win a wrestling match, and remain the nCw World Champion.
Rightly so.
As far as Will or Cross is concered, just remember that I will be watching. But I'm already inside both of your heads. And I'll be there, waiting for you to make a mistake, and then...
I strike.
Game over."
Definition.
Not the creepy check out the cut of my abs definition. I mean it literally. You see, there's been a disturbing trend in the business of wrestling. The easiest thing would be to simply label it as laziness or complacency, but it's a bit more than that. You see, there's an innate amount of glory attached to being a professional wrestler. It becomes tenfold when that wrestler wins a championship, because all of a sudden they are in demand. All of a sudden everyone knows who you are because you lug around a big gold plate on a leather strap. All of a sudden..
You're somebody.
It's a hundred times worse when it's a World title. You have everything. Fame, money, power, love and admiration, everything you dreamed about when you were a child. Then, you stop progressing. You stop defining your life, and you let the title define you. That gold becomes the center of your world, and when you've lost the desire, you lose what matters to you the most, and you have nothing left to fight for, and nothing left to fight with. Think back. Adam had everything, the title, his girl.. everything he wanted. He let the title become the only thing he prided himself about. It was the only thing that could be taken away. And when I took it, he wasn't seen for three weeks.
Tragic, no?
Steve Awesome fought his way through the Road to the Gold. He let his desire to attain this height again become his only goal. Despite his alleged love for the people. Despite his desire to fight and entertain the fans. When I defeated him, his desire fled, and he has since found his way out the door. We can go back farther. Trent hasn't been seen since he had his prize taken. His arm has long since healed, but he can't find the heart to grace the cameras. Lance retired after losing the belt to Trent. Spike after failing to win it. Each of these men let the belt become them, and paid the ultimate price for it.
But me?
I'm one of a kind. And the sad part is, you all know it, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can take my title, but you'll never take my heart. How do I always find a way to go on when I have nothing left to obtain? How do I find the strength to fight harder when I should be relaxing? It's simple. I love this company..
More than I love myself.
Fact."
Glorious
Noble in my mind
Everything a fight to win
Taking all and giving
Whatever my pride would let me
Not backing down, not giving in
I wouldn't lose, I couldn't
Noble in my mind
Everything a fight to win
Taking all and giving
Whatever my pride would let me
Not backing down, not giving in
I wouldn't lose, I couldn't
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(Falcon sat on his back porch, overlooking his backyard. The pool was closed in preperation for winter, yet the snow had not yet fallen. In fact, it had been unseasonably warm recently. Unseasonably warm for New England in November was above 45. Falcon was half in a daze dreaming about what was going on, when Mike Kane exits the back door and sits down next to him.)
Mike: Sooo... big world title defense...
Falcon: .....
Mike: Worried?
Falcon: ....
Mike: Yes.. No?
Falcon: ....
Mike: Earth to Bird boy...
(Falcon looks over at him a minute, then back at the grass.)
Falcon: How could you give it up, Mike?
Mike: Give what up?
Falcon: Wrestling. How do you put it behind you? How do you just one day decide to walk away from it all? How do you do it?
Mike: It was just that time. I realized that I wasn't getting any younger. That I was slowly losing everything that mattered to me, on top of what I already lost. And it was just time to put it all down and walk away. But hey, I'm not gone.. right?
Falcon: I know that. But it just seems.. so.. impossible for me. I mean, everyone has that dream of what they would be doing if they weren't wrestling, right?
(Mike nods.)
Falcon: I don't have that dream.
Mike: One day it will come to you.
Falcon: I don't know about that. This is all I've really ever known. What would I do? Commentary like Simon? Be a road agent like Chris? I'm starting to think that without the roar of that crowd, I'm nobody. I make all this big huff about not caring. But the truth is, I always have. And I guess I always will.
Mike: I guess you'll just have to burn that bridge when you come to it. You know, just keep going to bed and waking up the next day. Just keep breathing.
(Falcon grins.)
Falcon: Get that out of a fortune cookie?
Mike: Actually a good friend of mine said that not to long ago. His name was Kyle.
(Mike grinned at the implication, and then punched Falcon in the shoulder lightly, before getting up and heading back inside. Falcon stared back out at his yard, then.. slowly.. his lips curved into a smile.)
Falcon: I think I'll do that.
I walk alone
With my head held high
Never felt that I belonged
Stand my ground at all costs
Running through life with blindfolds
Just for the right
The right to be wrong
Nothing would rule my world
With my head held high
Never felt that I belonged
Stand my ground at all costs
Running through life with blindfolds
Just for the right
The right to be wrong
Nothing would rule my world
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"It's like this Jason. I don't like you personally. To me, you've always come off as a guy with his head so far up his own ass that he can't do anything except give himself an enema. It's never been about what you thought of me. Because frankly in a sport this competitive, you need to believe the other guy across from you is a worse athlete than you are. It's never been about what I thought of you, either. Because that all becomes irrelevant when you step through those ropes and the bell rings. This is about my having what you want, and you coming to get it from me. You see, I believe myself to be the best thing this company has to offer. As everyone in this sport does. If you don't, you don't deserve to be setting up a ring, much less be in one. The same is true for all sports. We call Terrel Owens and Chad Johnson egomaniacs because they believe they are God's gift to receiving. But in reality..
They're the only ones who got it right.
Believe you are the best, but respect those below you. That is a mantra that has gotten me this far. It's not about my ego, or what anyone else thinks. I don't gloat about winning, and I don't cry about losing. But that doesn't change the way I approach things. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to walk into Mind Games the Champion, and I'm going to walk out the same way. I'm not a God, or Invincible. But that doesn't mean I don't think like that. If I have my way, it's going to take everything you have and then some to keep me down long enough to get this win, and that's just the way it will have to be. I'm not going to sit here and say you'll never be able to do it. But I sure as hell am not going to just let you. You've come far in the time I've known you, run a hundred miles and then a hundred more, but you still always have...
One to go.
And that brings me to the King of the road miles, little Jack Hammond. Jack, your name was selected for this by pure chance. But I can't honestly say you've never earned it. You see, while wins and losses may count for a lot in a sport like this. In truth, effort is the real meal ticket. See, you my friend, are possibly pound for pound one of the hardest working men I've ever met. You're a man who has few advantages inside a ring, and yet, you fight each match like it was the last time you'll ever lace on wrestling boots. You have the courage of a thousand men, or perhaps a thousand bottles of brandy, but the point is, nothing has ever stopped you from trying. And that's why you've done what you've done here. When you remove the obstacle of fear...
The rest is easy.
And your career will go on, probably past mine. And you'll win the nCw World title again, or maybe the X Division title again, or maybe even find a buddy and win the Tag belts. nCw is your oyster Jack. There's nothing a man like you cannot do, because a man like you knows no limits. A man like you has been told his whole life that what you want is out of reach. That what you want can never be yours by sheer improbability. You remind me so much of me, kiddo. And look at us now.. nCw.. World Champions. I'm so looking forward to this match, as I know you are to. And please, give up the rhetoric about my ulterior motives. I'm out here for the same reason as you are. To win a wrestling match, and remain the nCw World Champion.
Rightly so.
As far as Will or Cross is concered, just remember that I will be watching. But I'm already inside both of your heads. And I'll be there, waiting for you to make a mistake, and then...
I strike.
Game over."
I, I am the one
Who lost control
But in the end I'll be the
Last Man Standing
I, I am the one
Who sold his soul
Forever gone to be the
Last Man Standing
Seeing clearer what I've done
And refuse to let things go
I could never once admit I'm wrong
And what I have to show
Seeing clearer what's at stake
And the things I have to change
I just hope I can, it's not too late
To get a Chance to end this pain.
Who lost control
But in the end I'll be the
Last Man Standing
I, I am the one
Who sold his soul
Forever gone to be the
Last Man Standing
Seeing clearer what I've done
And refuse to let things go
I could never once admit I'm wrong
And what I have to show
Seeing clearer what's at stake
And the things I have to change
I just hope I can, it's not too late
To get a Chance to end this pain.
