Post by Falcon on Jan 26, 2010 16:24:25 GMT -6
I should be worried.
Are you ok?
I should be shaking right now.
I'm wonderful.
I should be nervous in the pit of my stomach.
Right.
I should be dry heaving in the bathroom.
You don't sound sold.
I should be considering the price of failure.
I'm not, mainly because you aren't.
I should be planning for what I'm going to do when he beats me.
It's hard to be excited when the man across from you could kill you if he chose.
Those're are all the things I should be doing.
And this.. doesn't scare you at all?
But.. what am I doing?
No.
.......I don't know.
You're lying.
Maybe.
I am not.
Just a little.
Right.
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(Falcon stood in front of the heavy bag, working it over. His hands were weighted down with wrist weights. His feet were weighted at the ankles. It didn't matter how good, how strong, how fast he was.. it was never enough.)
"I expected nothing less out of you Angel. In fact I'd be severely disapointed in you if you had said anything to the contrary. I've been waiting a long time for the time of Angel. Waiting for the time where people would finally look at you, the way I do. People would finally come out and openly admit that Angel is the best all around wrestler in this business. I go only help that along so far."
(Switching perspective to Falcon running around a track. He runs a quarterway down the track. Then jogs the next quarter, and repeats until he completes the circle.)
"What you may or may not realize is that I did all of this for you as well. When I realized that Adam was going to be allowed to rule with an iron fist, I knew something had to be done. You were doing your thing with Phil, so I stepped up and cashed in all my work over the last year or two. But I never forgot you. Even when you went away. Even when you stopped taking my phone calls. Jack kept me in the loop about what was going on. Because I knew that one day you would return.
Return for what is yours."
(Switching perspective to Falcon working out. Moving from one exercise to another, not even stopping for a break.)
"But, Angel, I can't let this just pass by. You're coming to take this title from me? Please do. But I'm not going to let you have it. Not because you don't want me to let you have it. But because I want to have it. It's a simple matter of who wants what and why. Your time is now.. but the rub is..
You have to get by me."
(Switching perspective to Falcon in the ring. He dashes around like a madman, not actively sparring with anyone, just working on his in-ring conditioning.)
"Now, everything for me has come to a closure point. I've found what I've been missing. If anyone thought I was dangerous before..
Wait.
Because I'm just getting started. I won't lose this match, Angel. I can't afford to. I can't let all the work I've done since Battlegrounds just come to an end. I can't let people forget what I've done for people like us. People like Nelly, Atreyu, and even Rob. I can't let you do this, not yet. I won't be a shadow. I won't be forgotten. I won't just give up and die. What I don't want is for when this is over people to look at me like I just mattered, until the real leader came back. Like I was just a placeholder for when Savior X decided to show himself again, ressurected from the grave. It's nothing personal, and I really hate to do this to you of all people. But it's something I have to do.
Real Icons don't just sit on pedastals. They fly in the sky.
A Millenium is just a thousand years. Immortality is forever.
A Messiah is only a fantasy. Nothing more.
The real face of this franchise has paint on it.
And...
Salvation and Martyrdom go hand in hand.
That means you and I are on the same side. So no matter who wins, nCw will continue on with a legend as it's World Champion. But I need it to remain me, for me. I'm sorry it worked out this way."
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Nobody understands.
You're an idiot!
Not my sister.
You're going to get yourself killed!
Not my mother.
I hope Angel kills you, you gay emo douchebag!
Not my haters.
Nobody.
I've worked for the last thirteen years to get to this place. I've worked for myself, for others, even for the same people who hate me. Now I stand on the precipice, overlooking all I have done. And still, people throw up roadblocks. People scoff and make excuses. That's fine.
Just makes me work harder.
And as far as I've come...
There's still so much more to be done.
Are you ok?
I should be shaking right now.
I'm wonderful.
I should be nervous in the pit of my stomach.
Right.
I should be dry heaving in the bathroom.
You don't sound sold.
I should be considering the price of failure.
I'm not, mainly because you aren't.
I should be planning for what I'm going to do when he beats me.
It's hard to be excited when the man across from you could kill you if he chose.
Those're are all the things I should be doing.
And this.. doesn't scare you at all?
But.. what am I doing?
No.
.......I don't know.
You're lying.
Maybe.
I am not.
Just a little.
Right.
Bound to your side and trapped in silence
Just a procession
Is it sex or only violence
That feeds your obsession?
Just a procession
Is it sex or only violence
That feeds your obsession?
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(Falcon stood in front of the heavy bag, working it over. His hands were weighted down with wrist weights. His feet were weighted at the ankles. It didn't matter how good, how strong, how fast he was.. it was never enough.)
"I expected nothing less out of you Angel. In fact I'd be severely disapointed in you if you had said anything to the contrary. I've been waiting a long time for the time of Angel. Waiting for the time where people would finally look at you, the way I do. People would finally come out and openly admit that Angel is the best all around wrestler in this business. I go only help that along so far."
(Switching perspective to Falcon running around a track. He runs a quarterway down the track. Then jogs the next quarter, and repeats until he completes the circle.)
"What you may or may not realize is that I did all of this for you as well. When I realized that Adam was going to be allowed to rule with an iron fist, I knew something had to be done. You were doing your thing with Phil, so I stepped up and cashed in all my work over the last year or two. But I never forgot you. Even when you went away. Even when you stopped taking my phone calls. Jack kept me in the loop about what was going on. Because I knew that one day you would return.
Return for what is yours."
(Switching perspective to Falcon working out. Moving from one exercise to another, not even stopping for a break.)
"But, Angel, I can't let this just pass by. You're coming to take this title from me? Please do. But I'm not going to let you have it. Not because you don't want me to let you have it. But because I want to have it. It's a simple matter of who wants what and why. Your time is now.. but the rub is..
You have to get by me."
(Switching perspective to Falcon in the ring. He dashes around like a madman, not actively sparring with anyone, just working on his in-ring conditioning.)
"Now, everything for me has come to a closure point. I've found what I've been missing. If anyone thought I was dangerous before..
Wait.
Because I'm just getting started. I won't lose this match, Angel. I can't afford to. I can't let all the work I've done since Battlegrounds just come to an end. I can't let people forget what I've done for people like us. People like Nelly, Atreyu, and even Rob. I can't let you do this, not yet. I won't be a shadow. I won't be forgotten. I won't just give up and die. What I don't want is for when this is over people to look at me like I just mattered, until the real leader came back. Like I was just a placeholder for when Savior X decided to show himself again, ressurected from the grave. It's nothing personal, and I really hate to do this to you of all people. But it's something I have to do.
Real Icons don't just sit on pedastals. They fly in the sky.
A Millenium is just a thousand years. Immortality is forever.
A Messiah is only a fantasy. Nothing more.
The real face of this franchise has paint on it.
And...
Salvation and Martyrdom go hand in hand.
That means you and I are on the same side. So no matter who wins, nCw will continue on with a legend as it's World Champion. But I need it to remain me, for me. I'm sorry it worked out this way."
You send me to a broken state
Where I can't take the pain just long enough
That I am numb
That I just disapear
Where I can't take the pain just long enough
That I am numb
That I just disapear
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Nobody understands.
You're an idiot!
Not my sister.
You're going to get yourself killed!
Not my mother.
I hope Angel kills you, you gay emo douchebag!
Not my haters.
Nobody.
I've worked for the last thirteen years to get to this place. I've worked for myself, for others, even for the same people who hate me. Now I stand on the precipice, overlooking all I have done. And still, people throw up roadblocks. People scoff and make excuses. That's fine.
Just makes me work harder.
And as far as I've come...
There's still so much more to be done.
So go on Infect me
Go on and scare me to death
Tell me I asked for it
Tell me I'd never forget
You could give me anything but Love
Anything but Love
Go on and scare me to death
Tell me I asked for it
Tell me I'd never forget
You could give me anything but Love
Anything but Love