Post by Falcon on Sept 15, 2010 22:27:13 GMT -6
This is it gentlemen.. you have officially stepped beyond the realm of flash and flair. Beyond the borders of whining and crying for respect. You have officially stepped into..
My realm.
This is the stage I built, whether you like it or not. Ask anybody who came through and won the first warfare match..
I did.
The night Angel and I stood tall and declared in a single voice that a new era was here. A power hungry official was trying to manipulate nCw like it was a puppet and he held the strings. And we cut him down in front of millions. Now you're all thinking you can just do the same, because why..? Because you're partying it up with good old Foxy?
Sorry.. not on my watch...
Not this week, not the next...
Never.
(Backstage at Collision, Falcon sat on the bench. Gib had just made the announcement that Adam would be facing Sephiroth, and Falcon would take the final place in the warfare. Falcon didn't mind the outcome, though he wished it was reversed.. but the fact was he understood. A shadow loomed over him from the doorway.)
Falcon: Adam..
Adam: Kyle..
Falcon: Well, you got what you wanted..
Adam: Yea.. I know.. look.. about.. what I said this week..
(Falcon waved his hand at him.)
Falcon: Look.. you're right.. you're her brother.. you're supposed to care about her..
Adam: I know.. I just didn't want you to think that I disaprove of you..
Falcon: You were angry... but, you have to know I'm not trying to replace you as her white knight...
(Adam nodded solemnly, and Falcon stood up.)
Falcon: Just think of it like this.. now.. instead of standing in front of her, facing the entire horde of her enemies...
(Falcon walked by Adam, and opened the door.)
Falcon: You only have to get the right half...
Adam: What if I want the left half?
Falcon: There's no winning with you, is there?
Adam: No.. not really...
Falcon: Figures...
(Falcon scoffed, but he was smiling when he stepped out of the room.)
You know Charlie, for all your intellegence and your business sense and your million dollar homes, you really.. really..
Don't understand much.
See, the only people in this business who care about what you've done for them lately, is the very people you associate with. People like Drake Tyson and Leonard Fox care about whether or not you won your last match. They care about how long you held a title. If I ever cared about what those people thought of me, I'd find some piss ant promotion from the backwoods of Texas where I could walk out each and every night and beat some star struck rookie every night. But I'm not there am I? No, I'm still standing...
Right here.. in front of you.
In the best promotion in the world, surrounded by the top talent anywhere. A collection of the best people from the past promotions that fizzled out, and the very best of the next generation. You sit there and act like you know me, but in reality all you have is the delusions your mind created about me. I could easily, I mean, you have no idea how ridiculously easy it would be for me to walk in and demand a shot at whatever title I felt like. But I don't.. because I'm not blinded by gold. It doesn't matter if I've never pinned you, because beating you isn't what I'm after. I only point it out, because it annoys you. And by annoying you, maybe you'll actually grow up and stop pretending that your ego is the only thing that matters. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Charlie Velez has all the answers for the future and will actually carry this company into tomorrow. But that's all it is..
Maybes.
But even if it is, I'm still going to be here, doing what I love at a level less than a handful of other people can actually match. Until the day I can't do it any more. You want to know what I've done lately.. the history is out there Charlie.
(nCw's beloved Sheriff was sitting in his hospital bed after his 'incident' (See Zelda rp). He was watching the crappy midday TV, some soap opera.. Days of Our World Turning.. or Guilding General Hospital.. or something.)
Gib: Are you serious? The guy has been sleeping with anything that moved! Don't take him back!
Falcon: Enjoying yourself?
(Falcon entered the room, carrying a bag of Taco Bell.)
Gib: Uhhh no.. and what the hell are you doing here!?
(Falcon dropped the bag on the tray next to... ugh.. the glorious food hospitals give you.)
Falcon: I brought you tacos.. they make every hospital stay better..
Gib: I'm still going to kill you.. but I accept your generous offer of Tacos...
(Falcon sighed, and sat next to the bed as Gib dug into the bag.)
Falcon: This really upsets you, doesn't it?
Gib: How would you feel if your daughter was deflowered on television?
Falcon: Look.. Gib... what do you want from me? It happened.. I wanted it.. She wanted it.. we did it.. we're adults... do you want to hit me for it? Fine.. if it will make you feel better...
(Falcon stood up, and moved closer to the bed. Gib eyed him suspiciously.)
Gib: Are you trying to kiss me you fruit?
Falcon: What!? Why would you think that?
Gib: I'm not hearing a no...
Falcon: I was getting close enough so you can hit me, but now I think I'm going to smack you one.
Gib: Now you're talking about smacking my ass? What next, gonna tickle me with your fairy wand?
Falcon: Hey! Only person I tickle with my fairy wand is Zelda..
Gib: That's it...
(Gib tries to get up, but the bed rails are up and from inside the bed it's near impossible.)
Gib: As soon as I get up...
Falcon: Yea.. good luck with that... just relax and enjoy your tacos..
Gib: Yea, sure birdo.. consider this a postponement of your demise.
(Falcon sat back down.)
Falcon: Sure thing..
Gib: When I'm finished eating...
Falcon: Good, aren't they?
Gib: Oh yea...
And then there's you, Mr. Everyman. Just had to jump into this, didn't you? Your lovely wife is spending her time in a church somewhere in Montana, and yet you can't even take the time to visit her. Instead your running around like a confused child, trying to sit in at the grown ups table during Thanksgiving dinner. Why are you even here? What do you gain by this? Do you honestly think that Fox is going to give a damn after this match is over?
Get real, Joe.
He's going to abuse you and toss you aside. He's going to let you do all the work, and when the smoke clears you're going to be standing on the sidelines, trying to get into the huddle, and they're all going to turn and look at you like you're some bum who walked onto the field. Just like all of those back up quarterbacks you see during time-outs. Except unlike them, you really won't be able to offer much to the conversation, even if you could get into it, right? I mean, let's be honest for a second Joe.. you don't want to fight us.. because you're own worst enemy is still..
Yourself.
Don't bother coming back with the same speech you've given me. This isn't, nor has ever been about who would beat who or how talented you may or may not be. This is about how you keep making one mistake after the next, and don't tell me I'm wrong, because if you look back you haven't gotten any further ahead than you were before. Is it Ashlie's fault? Maybe a little. But through your own inaction and your own misguided decisions, it seems you've lost not only your wife, but all your direction.. all your hope..
All your promise.
Don't whine to me about how wrong I am.. try to turn that blame finger at yourself for a change and then maybe you can actually move forward with your life. But hell, you won't listen to me.. I've only been doing this for nearly a decade and a half, what do I know..?
"When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself by the river of truth, and tell the whole world...
No...
You move."
-Mark Twain
Helper Credit: To Adam.
My realm.
This is the stage I built, whether you like it or not. Ask anybody who came through and won the first warfare match..
I did.
The night Angel and I stood tall and declared in a single voice that a new era was here. A power hungry official was trying to manipulate nCw like it was a puppet and he held the strings. And we cut him down in front of millions. Now you're all thinking you can just do the same, because why..? Because you're partying it up with good old Foxy?
Sorry.. not on my watch...
Not this week, not the next...
Never.
Tear down the walls
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
[/center][/i]Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
(Backstage at Collision, Falcon sat on the bench. Gib had just made the announcement that Adam would be facing Sephiroth, and Falcon would take the final place in the warfare. Falcon didn't mind the outcome, though he wished it was reversed.. but the fact was he understood. A shadow loomed over him from the doorway.)
Falcon: Adam..
Adam: Kyle..
Falcon: Well, you got what you wanted..
Adam: Yea.. I know.. look.. about.. what I said this week..
(Falcon waved his hand at him.)
Falcon: Look.. you're right.. you're her brother.. you're supposed to care about her..
Adam: I know.. I just didn't want you to think that I disaprove of you..
Falcon: You were angry... but, you have to know I'm not trying to replace you as her white knight...
(Adam nodded solemnly, and Falcon stood up.)
Falcon: Just think of it like this.. now.. instead of standing in front of her, facing the entire horde of her enemies...
(Falcon walked by Adam, and opened the door.)
Falcon: You only have to get the right half...
Adam: What if I want the left half?
Falcon: There's no winning with you, is there?
Adam: No.. not really...
Falcon: Figures...
(Falcon scoffed, but he was smiling when he stepped out of the room.)
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now
[/center][/i]Our time is here and now
You know Charlie, for all your intellegence and your business sense and your million dollar homes, you really.. really..
Don't understand much.
See, the only people in this business who care about what you've done for them lately, is the very people you associate with. People like Drake Tyson and Leonard Fox care about whether or not you won your last match. They care about how long you held a title. If I ever cared about what those people thought of me, I'd find some piss ant promotion from the backwoods of Texas where I could walk out each and every night and beat some star struck rookie every night. But I'm not there am I? No, I'm still standing...
Right here.. in front of you.
In the best promotion in the world, surrounded by the top talent anywhere. A collection of the best people from the past promotions that fizzled out, and the very best of the next generation. You sit there and act like you know me, but in reality all you have is the delusions your mind created about me. I could easily, I mean, you have no idea how ridiculously easy it would be for me to walk in and demand a shot at whatever title I felt like. But I don't.. because I'm not blinded by gold. It doesn't matter if I've never pinned you, because beating you isn't what I'm after. I only point it out, because it annoys you. And by annoying you, maybe you'll actually grow up and stop pretending that your ego is the only thing that matters. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Charlie Velez has all the answers for the future and will actually carry this company into tomorrow. But that's all it is..
Maybes.
But even if it is, I'm still going to be here, doing what I love at a level less than a handful of other people can actually match. Until the day I can't do it any more. You want to know what I've done lately.. the history is out there Charlie.
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up, now
[/center][/i]I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up, now
(nCw's beloved Sheriff was sitting in his hospital bed after his 'incident' (See Zelda rp). He was watching the crappy midday TV, some soap opera.. Days of Our World Turning.. or Guilding General Hospital.. or something.)
Gib: Are you serious? The guy has been sleeping with anything that moved! Don't take him back!
Falcon: Enjoying yourself?
(Falcon entered the room, carrying a bag of Taco Bell.)
Gib: Uhhh no.. and what the hell are you doing here!?
(Falcon dropped the bag on the tray next to... ugh.. the glorious food hospitals give you.)
Falcon: I brought you tacos.. they make every hospital stay better..
Gib: I'm still going to kill you.. but I accept your generous offer of Tacos...
(Falcon sighed, and sat next to the bed as Gib dug into the bag.)
Falcon: This really upsets you, doesn't it?
Gib: How would you feel if your daughter was deflowered on television?
Falcon: Look.. Gib... what do you want from me? It happened.. I wanted it.. She wanted it.. we did it.. we're adults... do you want to hit me for it? Fine.. if it will make you feel better...
(Falcon stood up, and moved closer to the bed. Gib eyed him suspiciously.)
Gib: Are you trying to kiss me you fruit?
Falcon: What!? Why would you think that?
Gib: I'm not hearing a no...
Falcon: I was getting close enough so you can hit me, but now I think I'm going to smack you one.
Gib: Now you're talking about smacking my ass? What next, gonna tickle me with your fairy wand?
Falcon: Hey! Only person I tickle with my fairy wand is Zelda..
Gib: That's it...
(Gib tries to get up, but the bed rails are up and from inside the bed it's near impossible.)
Gib: As soon as I get up...
Falcon: Yea.. good luck with that... just relax and enjoy your tacos..
Gib: Yea, sure birdo.. consider this a postponement of your demise.
(Falcon sat back down.)
Falcon: Sure thing..
Gib: When I'm finished eating...
Falcon: Good, aren't they?
Gib: Oh yea...
Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be
[/center][/i]Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be
And then there's you, Mr. Everyman. Just had to jump into this, didn't you? Your lovely wife is spending her time in a church somewhere in Montana, and yet you can't even take the time to visit her. Instead your running around like a confused child, trying to sit in at the grown ups table during Thanksgiving dinner. Why are you even here? What do you gain by this? Do you honestly think that Fox is going to give a damn after this match is over?
Get real, Joe.
He's going to abuse you and toss you aside. He's going to let you do all the work, and when the smoke clears you're going to be standing on the sidelines, trying to get into the huddle, and they're all going to turn and look at you like you're some bum who walked onto the field. Just like all of those back up quarterbacks you see during time-outs. Except unlike them, you really won't be able to offer much to the conversation, even if you could get into it, right? I mean, let's be honest for a second Joe.. you don't want to fight us.. because you're own worst enemy is still..
Yourself.
Don't bother coming back with the same speech you've given me. This isn't, nor has ever been about who would beat who or how talented you may or may not be. This is about how you keep making one mistake after the next, and don't tell me I'm wrong, because if you look back you haven't gotten any further ahead than you were before. Is it Ashlie's fault? Maybe a little. But through your own inaction and your own misguided decisions, it seems you've lost not only your wife, but all your direction.. all your hope..
All your promise.
Don't whine to me about how wrong I am.. try to turn that blame finger at yourself for a change and then maybe you can actually move forward with your life. But hell, you won't listen to me.. I've only been doing this for nearly a decade and a half, what do I know..?
I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above
[/center][/i]I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now
We will rise
Rise above
"When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself by the river of truth, and tell the whole world...
No...
You move."
-Mark Twain
Helper Credit: To Adam.