Post by Falcon on May 1, 2010 19:19:55 GMT -6
"Let's put things in a bit of perspective, shall we? What do you know about us? Who is 'us' you ask? How nice of you to be concerned. "Us" is a certain breed of human being, a certain breed of wrestler you don't find anywhere else. You see, I look over at this list of active male employees of New Championship Wrestling, and four names stand out. The names of four men who, for several years, had to slog their way through the endless garbage put in front of them. Four men who were wronged constantly, punished for nothing while others were praised for even less. See, everyone wants to know why I have such a big problem with Infamous. Why I couldn't just shrug it off and let go. The answer is very simple.
I've been where they think they are.
Infamous is tired of people not caring, yet they refuse to give anyone anything to care about. They're tired of being held down, yet lack the motivation to fight their way out of it. The four of us, we've been there. We were held down, remorselessly and without mercy. We weren't even lied to about it. There was no insincere denial, not even a half hearted attempt at one. There was no feigned concern in the smile that told us we weren't getting what we deserved because someone else was better. We were simply told..
You're not getting it, because you're not this guy.
Every bad thing you think happened to you, really happened to us. Every little detail you bitch and moan about, was another nail driven into my hands to keep me down. I fought through all that, and look at me now. Former nCw World Champion. Top three in the power rankings. I am where you all want to be, all of us have climbed out of the seller into the spotlight. We shuffled our way through the darkness, to stand here before you, the bastions of light guiding your way. But you scoff, you laugh, you condescend, because you're weak. You can't accept being a follower. But you already are sheep, following along the path of blind ambition. And now, We shall rid the world of you. Who is "Us" you ask?
Angel...
Adam Knite....
Myself, of course...
...And Philip Burns...
And you people wonder...
Why.
(After Collision, Philip Burns was walking down the hallway. His stride was purposeful, he turned his head to look into every open door. He was looking for somebody, and with each passing moment seemed to be growing more and more frustrated with not finding this person. Three staff members who ran the merchandise booth pass him.)
Burns: Seen Falcon lately, anyone?
(They all shook their heads and continued on, continuing what they had been talking about. Phil passed several more people, people preparing to move to the next show, and all answered him the same way. Finally he stopped at a soda machine, he smacked his fist against it in frustration.)
Burns: Damnit...
Falcon: Those things can and will break you know...
(Burns turned around, seeing Falcon standing calmly against the wall, next to the machine. Burns opened his mouth in confusion, looking back toward where he had come from, where Falcon was now standing. Then he shook off the question.)
Burns: You sure you're ready for this?
Falcon: Of course. Keep those mustached dudes away from me, for their own sake, and we won't have any problems at all.
Burns: Whatever. I already get enough flack from everyone for all that bull about Angel carrying me all that time. The last thing I need is you dropping the ball.
Falcon: Oh, you forget Philip. You and I are of the same creed. As is good old Angel. Let the idiots say what they will, all they do is make excuses. You have nothing to worry about.
Burns: I had better not. You wanted this chance, and you have it. Don't let your little fued with Infamous get in the way of my Tag belts, understand?
(Falcon pushed himself away from the wall, standing upright.)
Falcon: What better way to hit them the hardest, than to take away the only gift they have been given?
(Falcon turned on his heel, and walked away. Phil watched him go, then a small grin crept over his stoic face.)
"You know what Jimmy. Just stop talking. Stop telling everyone the same standard garbage you have been for the last few months. Stop acting like you're somebody who actually has merit. And for the love of everything, stop threatening me. No, not because I'm afraid of you, or any such nonsense like that. Because every single one of those things that comes out of your mouth, makes you look one simple thing.
Weak.
Your position is in the dirt, Zane. You dug the hole, planted it there, and then buried it under a hundred tons of bedrock. You honestly expect anyone with half a brain stem to believe that Rob didn't plan any of the last couple weeks? Pretty convienent set of coincidences if you ask me. Suddenly Rob has to defend the tag belts with his hated enemy, against his 'friends' a week before the biggest pay-per-view of the year? A pay-per-view I might add, that Burns already had a guaranteed tag title shot at. Then, oops, he turns on Nelly, gift wraps the title belts to you and suddenly everyone is supposed to take you and Bates seriously as a team because of it? You are now a contender for world's biggest numbskull, mi amigo.
How you made it this far, is beyond intellegent comprehension.
You've already killed your own purpose. You were supposed to make people take you seriously, now you're entire career is a joke. You were supposed to make people view you as a threat, all people see is your meager flailings as you try in vain to swim against the current. I literally walked into your mother's home Jimmy. I convinced them that the fake destruction of your precious car would motivate you to stop being such a douche. But what did you do?
Nothing.
You had plenty of chances, and you didn't do a damn thing. If this is the true Jimmy Zane. If this burned shell in front of me, this quivering mass of inaction and veiled threats is the real you.
You deserved to be purged.
"You think this will work?"
"I can't be sure. But it has to be worth a try, right?"
"Right."
Did everyone just forget about my little possession? Oh how silly of you.
"Hi sweetie. You're friend Kyle here told me about the trouble you're in. Why you can't come home.. why I have to sit there in this hotel room so your enemies won't try to use me to get at you. They know how much you care about me."
Aww.. how sweet.. she actually thinks you care. I haven't told her yet that she's here because you're an uncaring dick.
"I want you to know that I'm ok. Kyle is helping me get through this, checking on me every day and making sure I have food. He's so thoughtful. I'm glad that you and Chris have friends like this."
What she won't mention is the excuses I've been giving her. How she's down to a meal and a half a day. How the premium cable no longer works in the motel room because I'm 'running out of funds' to keep this all going. See how effortlessly she lies to you? She must really love you. How does it feel knowing that you could stop this.. and you won't?
"I hope everything works out for you Robbie. One day you'll be able to come home and we'll have a nice dinner and you can tell me all about your ordeal. I know you have to be scared. Mothers know these kinds of things. See you soon honey."
Man, she knows how to pull on the heartstrings, doesn't she?
"Ok, that should about do it. I'll be sure that he gets this, alright?"
"Ok. You're a saint for protecting us like this. I don't know what we would do without you."
"You have no idea." But I can't tell her that. I just smiled and exited the room, letting the camera focus on her through the window. I watch as she moves from the side of the bed she had been sitting on, and lay down, turning on the TV. And all I think about is how she will villify me when I tell her this was all my plan. And how much she'll hate you when I tell her that you had the chance to stop her suffering from the beginning.. and you.. did... nothing...
"Ohhhh Kristoff, how little you know. You sit there, smug in your hotel room, and blathering on once again about crap you know nothing about. You're just a normal guy who walked into his dream, and for a while it was the greatest thing you've ever come across. You had it all, success.. respect.. merit.. and now, you've killed it all. Somehow, after losing all that you'd been given, you became bitter instead of determined, broken instead of fortified. You have nothing to cling to but the same tired **** everyone else uses as banner points. Totally unaware that the world you dreamed of moved on without you, and left nothing but a stagnant nightmare in your mind. I said it once already Kris.. your actions don't speak louder..
Because their aren't any.
You broke me? Pfft. I love how you try to take credit for something that's never happened. I took three weeks off because the doctors forced me too. But I was still at the shows. Watching the three of you, getting to know your patterns, your habits.. and then because of that, I'm already inside your head. You know you can't deal with what's coming. So you puff your chest out like a cornered animal, trying to ward off your predator by trying to appear bigger than you are. But your words don't scare me. There's no spines hiding in your skin to detract me from the kill.
No poison in your veins to stop your consumption.
So, sit there, thinking you know me.. thinking you know Angel.. or Phil. You can think of Phil as worthless, think of me as just Angel lite. But I won't need to carry Phil anywhere. One day you'll be forced to see that. One day, when everything you dreamed you'd ever had was taken from you in one fell swoop. One day, you'll realize that there's more to your dream than just expecting everything to be handed to you. One day, you'll realize...
Infamous is never a good thing.
Crawl back into the bottle so you can threaten me some more. Imbibe on the liquid courage until you think you're invincible again. But don't fret. Nobody will remember you when this is all over anyway. Just a simple matter of life.
Rot in obscurity you worthless drunk.
(Serenity arrived home after a trip to only she knows where. She stepped on the front porch of the house, and pushed her key into the lock. It seemed to be a tighter fit than usual, but it made it in. Then she turned it, and nothing happened. She stared in confusion, and tried again. Still nothing. Then she took a step back, and side stepped toward the window. There was a small slip of paper setting on the sill, and she took it in her hands. She opened it, and softly read the words to herself.)
Serenity: "If you're going to keep playing these games, you can go play them with someone else. I don't have any time or tolerance for this anymore. When you find somewhere you can stay, then you can send for your stuff. I haven't canceled your credit cards yet. But who knows how long I'll remain generous to some ungrateful wretch like you. Goodbye. Thanks for wasting my time."
(She dropped the paper on the ground. But her expression never changed. She turned from the door, pulling her cell phone out of a pocket. She dialed a number, then put it up to her ear.)
Rob: This is Rob D Dizzle. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you. Or maybe you can suck it. And if this is someone else's girlfriend. You can definately suck it.
(There was a telltale beep.)
Serenity: Hey, Rob.. It's Sera.. Please call me back. I need..
(She stopped talking, her lip contorting in thought. Then she continued.)
Serenity: Nevermind. I found it. Anyway, call me later when you get a chance. Bye.
(She hung her phone up, then flipped it to the keyboard side. She opened up the GPS function as she opened the door to her car. A monotone voice answered her.)
GPS: State your destination.
Serenity: The closest motel...
(She slipped into the car, started it, and moved off down the street. The camera pans over to the porch, then farther along. Falcon was standing there, leaning against the wall, out of her field of vision due to a placed bush. When she was gone, he stepped over to the window and vaulted up, pulling himself through. He sat back on the couch, turning his attention back to the TV screen, the person he had been speaking with inside whatever game he was playing was still there.)
>>Gjenrei : She's gone
Triforcez>> For good?
>>Gjenrei : I don't know yet...
Triforcez>> ...Are you ok?
>>Gjenrei : I don't know yet...
Triforcez>> ; ; I know we haven't exactly been friends.. but I don't want you to suffer.
>>Gjenrei : ....Thanks...
I've been where they think they are.
Infamous is tired of people not caring, yet they refuse to give anyone anything to care about. They're tired of being held down, yet lack the motivation to fight their way out of it. The four of us, we've been there. We were held down, remorselessly and without mercy. We weren't even lied to about it. There was no insincere denial, not even a half hearted attempt at one. There was no feigned concern in the smile that told us we weren't getting what we deserved because someone else was better. We were simply told..
You're not getting it, because you're not this guy.
Every bad thing you think happened to you, really happened to us. Every little detail you bitch and moan about, was another nail driven into my hands to keep me down. I fought through all that, and look at me now. Former nCw World Champion. Top three in the power rankings. I am where you all want to be, all of us have climbed out of the seller into the spotlight. We shuffled our way through the darkness, to stand here before you, the bastions of light guiding your way. But you scoff, you laugh, you condescend, because you're weak. You can't accept being a follower. But you already are sheep, following along the path of blind ambition. And now, We shall rid the world of you. Who is "Us" you ask?
Angel...
Adam Knite....
Myself, of course...
...And Philip Burns...
And you people wonder...
Why.
Break up already, Wake up now
Walk away, take it all back now
Don't be quick to lick the scab off
You're spitting in his face with the rest of them
[/i][/center]Walk away, take it all back now
Don't be quick to lick the scab off
You're spitting in his face with the rest of them
(After Collision, Philip Burns was walking down the hallway. His stride was purposeful, he turned his head to look into every open door. He was looking for somebody, and with each passing moment seemed to be growing more and more frustrated with not finding this person. Three staff members who ran the merchandise booth pass him.)
Burns: Seen Falcon lately, anyone?
(They all shook their heads and continued on, continuing what they had been talking about. Phil passed several more people, people preparing to move to the next show, and all answered him the same way. Finally he stopped at a soda machine, he smacked his fist against it in frustration.)
Burns: Damnit...
Falcon: Those things can and will break you know...
(Burns turned around, seeing Falcon standing calmly against the wall, next to the machine. Burns opened his mouth in confusion, looking back toward where he had come from, where Falcon was now standing. Then he shook off the question.)
Burns: You sure you're ready for this?
Falcon: Of course. Keep those mustached dudes away from me, for their own sake, and we won't have any problems at all.
Burns: Whatever. I already get enough flack from everyone for all that bull about Angel carrying me all that time. The last thing I need is you dropping the ball.
Falcon: Oh, you forget Philip. You and I are of the same creed. As is good old Angel. Let the idiots say what they will, all they do is make excuses. You have nothing to worry about.
Burns: I had better not. You wanted this chance, and you have it. Don't let your little fued with Infamous get in the way of my Tag belts, understand?
(Falcon pushed himself away from the wall, standing upright.)
Falcon: What better way to hit them the hardest, than to take away the only gift they have been given?
(Falcon turned on his heel, and walked away. Phil watched him go, then a small grin crept over his stoic face.)
Break up already, Wake up now
Walk away, take it all back now
Don't be quick to lick the scab off
You're spitting in his face with the rest of them
[/i][/center]Walk away, take it all back now
Don't be quick to lick the scab off
You're spitting in his face with the rest of them
"You know what Jimmy. Just stop talking. Stop telling everyone the same standard garbage you have been for the last few months. Stop acting like you're somebody who actually has merit. And for the love of everything, stop threatening me. No, not because I'm afraid of you, or any such nonsense like that. Because every single one of those things that comes out of your mouth, makes you look one simple thing.
Weak.
Your position is in the dirt, Zane. You dug the hole, planted it there, and then buried it under a hundred tons of bedrock. You honestly expect anyone with half a brain stem to believe that Rob didn't plan any of the last couple weeks? Pretty convienent set of coincidences if you ask me. Suddenly Rob has to defend the tag belts with his hated enemy, against his 'friends' a week before the biggest pay-per-view of the year? A pay-per-view I might add, that Burns already had a guaranteed tag title shot at. Then, oops, he turns on Nelly, gift wraps the title belts to you and suddenly everyone is supposed to take you and Bates seriously as a team because of it? You are now a contender for world's biggest numbskull, mi amigo.
How you made it this far, is beyond intellegent comprehension.
You've already killed your own purpose. You were supposed to make people take you seriously, now you're entire career is a joke. You were supposed to make people view you as a threat, all people see is your meager flailings as you try in vain to swim against the current. I literally walked into your mother's home Jimmy. I convinced them that the fake destruction of your precious car would motivate you to stop being such a douche. But what did you do?
Nothing.
You had plenty of chances, and you didn't do a damn thing. If this is the true Jimmy Zane. If this burned shell in front of me, this quivering mass of inaction and veiled threats is the real you.
You deserved to be purged.
Please
Give me something
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here
[/i][/center]Give me something
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here
"You think this will work?"
"I can't be sure. But it has to be worth a try, right?"
"Right."
Did everyone just forget about my little possession? Oh how silly of you.
"Hi sweetie. You're friend Kyle here told me about the trouble you're in. Why you can't come home.. why I have to sit there in this hotel room so your enemies won't try to use me to get at you. They know how much you care about me."
Aww.. how sweet.. she actually thinks you care. I haven't told her yet that she's here because you're an uncaring dick.
"I want you to know that I'm ok. Kyle is helping me get through this, checking on me every day and making sure I have food. He's so thoughtful. I'm glad that you and Chris have friends like this."
What she won't mention is the excuses I've been giving her. How she's down to a meal and a half a day. How the premium cable no longer works in the motel room because I'm 'running out of funds' to keep this all going. See how effortlessly she lies to you? She must really love you. How does it feel knowing that you could stop this.. and you won't?
"I hope everything works out for you Robbie. One day you'll be able to come home and we'll have a nice dinner and you can tell me all about your ordeal. I know you have to be scared. Mothers know these kinds of things. See you soon honey."
Man, she knows how to pull on the heartstrings, doesn't she?
"Ok, that should about do it. I'll be sure that he gets this, alright?"
"Ok. You're a saint for protecting us like this. I don't know what we would do without you."
"You have no idea." But I can't tell her that. I just smiled and exited the room, letting the camera focus on her through the window. I watch as she moves from the side of the bed she had been sitting on, and lay down, turning on the TV. And all I think about is how she will villify me when I tell her this was all my plan. And how much she'll hate you when I tell her that you had the chance to stop her suffering from the beginning.. and you.. did... nothing...
The Chasm isn't fixed yet
Take this water
Drinking ever deeper
Living water
[/i][/center]Take this water
Drinking ever deeper
Living water
"Ohhhh Kristoff, how little you know. You sit there, smug in your hotel room, and blathering on once again about crap you know nothing about. You're just a normal guy who walked into his dream, and for a while it was the greatest thing you've ever come across. You had it all, success.. respect.. merit.. and now, you've killed it all. Somehow, after losing all that you'd been given, you became bitter instead of determined, broken instead of fortified. You have nothing to cling to but the same tired **** everyone else uses as banner points. Totally unaware that the world you dreamed of moved on without you, and left nothing but a stagnant nightmare in your mind. I said it once already Kris.. your actions don't speak louder..
Because their aren't any.
You broke me? Pfft. I love how you try to take credit for something that's never happened. I took three weeks off because the doctors forced me too. But I was still at the shows. Watching the three of you, getting to know your patterns, your habits.. and then because of that, I'm already inside your head. You know you can't deal with what's coming. So you puff your chest out like a cornered animal, trying to ward off your predator by trying to appear bigger than you are. But your words don't scare me. There's no spines hiding in your skin to detract me from the kill.
No poison in your veins to stop your consumption.
So, sit there, thinking you know me.. thinking you know Angel.. or Phil. You can think of Phil as worthless, think of me as just Angel lite. But I won't need to carry Phil anywhere. One day you'll be forced to see that. One day, when everything you dreamed you'd ever had was taken from you in one fell swoop. One day, you'll realize that there's more to your dream than just expecting everything to be handed to you. One day, you'll realize...
Infamous is never a good thing.
Crawl back into the bottle so you can threaten me some more. Imbibe on the liquid courage until you think you're invincible again. But don't fret. Nobody will remember you when this is all over anyway. Just a simple matter of life.
Rot in obscurity you worthless drunk.
Please
Give me something
I'm so thirsty
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here
[/i][/center]Give me something
I'm so thirsty
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here
(Serenity arrived home after a trip to only she knows where. She stepped on the front porch of the house, and pushed her key into the lock. It seemed to be a tighter fit than usual, but it made it in. Then she turned it, and nothing happened. She stared in confusion, and tried again. Still nothing. Then she took a step back, and side stepped toward the window. There was a small slip of paper setting on the sill, and she took it in her hands. She opened it, and softly read the words to herself.)
Serenity: "If you're going to keep playing these games, you can go play them with someone else. I don't have any time or tolerance for this anymore. When you find somewhere you can stay, then you can send for your stuff. I haven't canceled your credit cards yet. But who knows how long I'll remain generous to some ungrateful wretch like you. Goodbye. Thanks for wasting my time."
(She dropped the paper on the ground. But her expression never changed. She turned from the door, pulling her cell phone out of a pocket. She dialed a number, then put it up to her ear.)
Rob: This is Rob D Dizzle. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you. Or maybe you can suck it. And if this is someone else's girlfriend. You can definately suck it.
(There was a telltale beep.)
Serenity: Hey, Rob.. It's Sera.. Please call me back. I need..
(She stopped talking, her lip contorting in thought. Then she continued.)
Serenity: Nevermind. I found it. Anyway, call me later when you get a chance. Bye.
(She hung her phone up, then flipped it to the keyboard side. She opened up the GPS function as she opened the door to her car. A monotone voice answered her.)
GPS: State your destination.
Serenity: The closest motel...
(She slipped into the car, started it, and moved off down the street. The camera pans over to the porch, then farther along. Falcon was standing there, leaning against the wall, out of her field of vision due to a placed bush. When she was gone, he stepped over to the window and vaulted up, pulling himself through. He sat back on the couch, turning his attention back to the TV screen, the person he had been speaking with inside whatever game he was playing was still there.)
>>Gjenrei : She's gone
Triforcez>> For good?
>>Gjenrei : I don't know yet...
Triforcez>> ...Are you ok?
>>Gjenrei : I don't know yet...
Triforcez>> ; ; I know we haven't exactly been friends.. but I don't want you to suffer.
>>Gjenrei : ....Thanks...
Ahhhaaahhhhaaahhhhhaaahhhhhaaaa...
Hell...
Please
Give me something
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here
[/i][/center]Hell...
Please
Give me something
I'm so thirsty
Oh please
Let me warn them
Don't you come here
Don't bring anyone here