Post by adm on May 1, 2010 11:05:16 GMT -6
Hell is InFamous People
The hotel room is cold, quiet, and empty the day before A Night to Remember. I scolded Jaymie Boone and told her to leave me alone to my work. She’s so needy, I swear, she’s like a child, always wanting attention and to go out, instead of allowing me to my training for this match. I pull out my tag championship, and you know, I really do enjoy holding this belt in my hands. I stroke the surface of the nameplate, “KLB”, the second time I’ve been a champion in a little over a year here. And it’s not going to be any easier defending this as it was the last title I had.
“So, it appears that these people are still rioting in the streets over the screwjob we gave to Nelly Angel last week. And the first chance they get, they go petition to the upper level men and get us in a “nigh impossible” match against the man who claims he’s owed some sort of rematch from over a year ago and his “chosen partner”. Oh yes, you pick someone who is just like your last partner, don’t you, Burns. You need to beat me again, like in the Death Cage with you and Angel, but I don’t have the one man who’s more of a lame duck than you in tag matches and you aren’t with the best man to carry you through this thing. You don’t have Angel anymore, Burns, you’re just going to burn out…and fade away.”
Ah, I hold my belt up on my shoulders and get up off of the bed. I turn on the table lamp to illuminate the room just a little better. There are books strewn about right now, inspiration from Jimmy has helped with this. I have books, albums with songs and now I know why he feels so connected to all of his Longfellow, as I re-bought some of my old Nietzsche and other things as to not have to get them from “home”. Ah…yes, so many things here, so much inspiration.
“’Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.’ This is something Friedrich Nietzsche has said. And you know, it could very well apply to why everyone hates InFamous so much. We are arrogant, and we are, like Jimmy said, the “Hammer and the Anvil” And between Zane and I, anyone caught in our way, tends to get crushed. You know that all too well, bird boy. And you are jealous, angry. But you know what offends us, is that you think you and Burns are right for your merits of trying to defeat us, to destroy InFamous. But the funny thing is, that the only reason people feel like getting behind you and your cause, is because they feel sorry for you. You’ve never been better than Angel, and you never will be. I’ve never beaten him either, Falcon, but I’ve only faced him a small number of times, compared to you and him knowing each other on such a personal basis. You can’t beat your own “friend”? What good are you? You have no guts, and the fans feel sorry for you. You have been broken before, Falcon, but this time you picked the trial by fire with Burns. And you know, fire isn’t your friend, it’s your enemy.”
Ah, the puns, but that’s just the way it goes, I guess. I pick up a book, No Exit by Jean Paul Sartre, and begin to read a passage from the end of the book.
“Ha, so this is hell? I’d never have believed it. You remember all the stories we were told about the torture chambers, the fire and brimstone, the “burning marl”. Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red hot pokers. Hell is-other people! You realize Falcon and Burns, that you are the other people in this match. Zane speaks truth when it comes to us, we are very mentally in synch right now. I didn’t think I would be able to mesh well with him in the ring after what happened in the Coliseum and the battles and stuff with you after, but we put aside any small squabble to work together and win these belts, and we plan on not dropping them to you two weaklings right here and now, this week. Because this week will be hell for Burns and Falcon, it’s going to be hell in their minds. They haven’t teamed together, Falcon knows Burns, no matter how lucky lately, needs to be carried through big matches like this. Burns doesn’t know Falcon as well as Angel or we do, and we know the only reason he’s helping Burns is because of his grudge. We broke the bird’s wings and proved he’s not immortal. He has a grudge, pride to regain. And Burns is looking to prove he’s not some returning has-been who was carried through his career by others. Zane and I are not like you, and I know you. I know that you look down upon us, thinking you are high and mighty with your morals, and your “goodness” but good and evil don’t exist, there are only actions and choices. There are only what you do. And by being “good” you don’t do enough to actually accomplish what you set out to do. Zane and I were put in a position after failing at the Coliseum, and we accomplished. We got Rob to finally see that Nelly was a burden on him, and was using his superior skills to get by, and now…we have given these titles entirely to InFamous, and they will stay with us.”
I pull out a photograph of Falcon being loaded onto the stretcher from his injuries we gave him. I also pull out a photograph of Phillip Burns after the loss of the tag titles to Dirty Deal. I throw both pictures down onto the ground before me.
“Phillip Burns and Falcon have both been tag champions before, you know. I lost to Burns and Angel in the Death Cage, one of the toughest matches I have ever been in, I don’t underestimate Burns by saying, without Angel, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. Any other partner, and his team would have lost. Funny, because with a better partner, my team would have won. Now the tables have turned, and things are the opposite. You face me, and I hold what you covet. You want the tag titles back so badly, it must eat you up inside not having them. You held them longest with Angel than any other team in history, and they are your legacy here. Falcon was tag champion with Talon, a man who has not really been heard from lately. A man who was as weak and flawed as Falcon. And by flawed, I mean you are able to be injured. Look at you, Falcon, you’ve been beaten, bruised, bloodied, and put in the hospital more times than anyone like you should have. You aren’t as Immortal as you say you are, and your constant need to “be the best” by putting yourself into such situations and then come looking for revenge, it’s only going to leave you with a very short time left in your career. You have done just about everything in this place, and your star is fading and fast, Falcon. And Burns never really had a star to burn out.”
I pull out a match, grab the photos and light them on fire. I watch them burn and crumple in my hands, the reflection of my actions on the gold title surface makes me feel more complete, like I am whole. I feel invincible now.
“You know, they will make jokes about you two. Burning Birds, Burning Falcons, but you know what is a more appropriate word for you two? Two burnouts. You have Falcon trying to get revenge instead of focusing on larger goals. And what does InFamous do? We operate on spite. Tell us no, we want it more. Tell us we are whining, we fight harder. Do what you want, say what you want, but you know it’s true, the more hate and anger you fling at us, the more we fight back, the harder we fight back. And Burns, you latch on to some former glory gained through others. I’m sorry, but you rode the back of Angel, and you almost broke his, but Falcon’s back was broken by us just a few months ago, he can’t carry you, he can hardly carry himself. Look at him, he can barely lift that ego of his, how is he going to hold up yours and your lack of wrestling ability? You are going to fail, Burns and Falcon, and in the end…there’s nothing more satisfying than knowing you’re going to be going to Hell at A Night to Remember. Zane was right when he said they’d remember what we do to you two most, because we will finally be ridding this place of our biggest annoyance and someone who is trying to aide said annoyance. Just pray, Burns, that when you fail Falcon, he doesn’t lay you out like Angel did. Welcome to Hell, and the torturous “other people” you have to deal with is us, InFamous!”
I hold and stroke my title belt as I smirk at the camera. We fade out, because tomorrow will truly be a Night to Remember.