Post by Falcon on Sept 18, 2010 21:24:38 GMT -6
I cannot believe how you people still refuse to get this.
This is the world we built.
The foundation was built by Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, the Hollands..
And we've been adding floor by floor. The Angels, The Falcons, The Adam Knites, The Steve Awesomes.. and none of us are finished. You can walk in here and claim that it's your time and everything is all about you now. But it isn't.
Period.
You're not the only person that comes highly decorated from somewhere else. You're not the only person who thinks highly of yourself. You're not a God of the ring, you're not even an Archangel, or some other lesser diety. You're simply a man.
Period.
It's not your time, neither of you. Joe.. Charlie.. it isn't your time..
Because I'm not ****ing done yet.
You'll soon see why people look up to me. Why people respect me. Why I'm in demand no matter what part of the globe I travel to. Most impressive title reign? Done that. World Champion? Done that. You're still just trapsing in my footsteps, and you always will be...
Period.
(Falcon was on the couch, a 360 controller in his hand. He'd never actually owned at Xbox, and wasn't used to playing on one, but Zelda wanted him to play Reach with her, and he'd do anything for her. She came out of the other room, dressed in a short mini bathrobe. She sat on the couch next to him, picking up her controller.)
Zelda: Ok, ready to get killed?
Falcon: Always.
(They started playing. Zelda wouldn't admit Falcon was getting much better since they'd started playing. He wasn't about to start winning, but it was now more of a challenge. One game went by, with Zelda clearly still winning.)
Zelda: I win again!
Falcon: Haha, you act like this is a surprise.
Zelda: No, but it's fun to rub it in..
(She started another game, then as it started she turned and kissed him. Her one eyes was still focused on the screen, finding and killing him, while his attention was focused on her. She pulled away just as quickly. Falcon saw what happened, and laughed.)
Falcon: You tricky little devil..
(Zelda giggled cutely.)
Falcon: So that's how you want to play is it...
(Falcon calmly placed the controller beside him, and Zelda killed him again. But he didn't care, he was too busy tickling her, watching her squirm and laugh as she tried to keep playing. Then their eyes met, and the controller fell from her fingers as well, dropping on the plush carpet. Falcon was leaning over her, and their lips met briefly.)
Zelda: Do you think you should be consorting with the enemy?
Falcon: I'm consorting with my love.. you're only the enemy with those t-shirts on..
(Zelda giggles again, and points at the monogrammed YG on her bathrobe.)
Falcon: Well, then I'll just have to take this off you...
Zelda: Under one condition..
Falcon: What's that?
Zelda: You lose this match.. you have to make a serious effort at joining the Young Guns..
Falcon: Velez would so not go for that..
Zelda: You still have to try...
Falcon: For you...
I will....
Poor depressed Steve Awesome. I told you this would happen Steve. I told you when I reformed you that if you fell back into that spiral it would lead to disaster. I told you that living for yourself only ends in lonliness. I tried so hard to steer you down the right path. I know I've kinda done the same with Velez as of late, but you were special. You were my chosen project, Steven. I took away your ego. I took away your pride. I forced you to build it back up. I made you remember what mattered in this business and in life.. and now look at you..
Back at square one.
Someone dangled a shiney present in front of you. A shining promise and somehow that pulled the old Steve Awesome out that I buried. You were supposed to be the hero that stood tall above the crowd. The light in the fog, the beacon of hope, the example of everything all kids who watched us should aspire to be. And now you're just back to where you started, following along behind the meat truck like a dog, hoping a few scraps fall out the back. But you know what Steve, I'm tired of trying to save you. Tired of helping you move a couple steps forward just to watch you fall more than a couple back. It's maddening the potential I see inside you, and your adamant refusal to just let it come out. But you know what, if that's the way you want it.
Fine by me.
Be content to be a corporate lap dog. Be content to follow the bandwagon and tell everybody how cool you look with your shades and your fancy feather boas or whatever it is you wear. I'm tired of trying to save what won't be saved.. so from now on..
Save your damn self.
Or just get the hell out of the way. We've got a future to build. With or without you.
(Falcon was walking through the arena. The people were milling about, prepping for the big event tomorrow night. nCw presents Battlegrounds, live on ppv. Falcon stopped at a vending machine, grabbing a soda. Then a voice called out to him.)
Shelly: Hey, Kyle...
(Falcon turned to see Shelly Taylor.. or.. maybe it was Shelly Jones now, standing next to him, one arm containing her daughter Hayleigh.)
Falcon: Hey Shel.. Hi pumpkin..
Hayleigh: Hey unkie Kyle..
Falcon: So, what's up?
Shelly: Nothing.. just thought I'd say Hi.. haven't seen you around in a while.
(Neither would admit it's because she used to be married to his best friend and was now with his best friends formerly most hated enemy, but we'll let that slide.)
Falcon: Yea, it's been too long.. How's Alex and the baby?
Shelly: We're fine.. all of us.. Can I ask you something?
Falcon: Sure.
Shelly: I know you know Angel better than anyone... Can he be trusted?
(Falcon sighed, opening his soda and taking a sip. Least it's not magical like the water bottle.)
Falcon: Angel.. is a man of immaculate conviction. If he says he won't kill Alex, then he won't. Circumstances can change, but right now, you can put faith in him.. if you trust anybody, it should be me.
(Shelly looked a bit relieved, and adjusted the child in her arm.)
Shelly: I hope so... say.. have you seen Rob?
Falcon: No. Is he here?
Shelly: His car is outside.. I thought maybe he might be.
Falcon: I'll go find him..
Shelly: Please.. I'm worried about him.. I think he's given up on everything. Just.. try to talk with him.. ok?
Falcon: Of course.
Shelly: Thanks Kyle.. Don't be a stranger, ok?
Falcon: Sure thing.
(She walked one way, Falcon another. A minute or so later, he found a locker room door that was half ajar, and pushed it open. He was sitting on a bench, looking lost in his own world. Falcon walked silently into the room.)
Falcon: Rob?
I swear I don't even know why you're here Ron. I mean, what the hell do they give you? They put your car on the line for a match, and you just said ok. They haven't so much as given you a hint of progress for yourself or your career, and you're just ok with this. Do you enjoy this kind of punishment? Do you enjoy just doing whatever anyone else says for kicks? Geez, man if that's the case I've got something for you to do.
Stay home.
There's no reason for you to be involved in this. If you're waiting for Leo to just come and hand you something out of the goodness of his heart, you're going to be waiting for about... forever. If you expect any of the Young Guns or Steve to stand aside and let you have some of the spotlight, you are going to be waiting for that for... well forever again. Seriously, Ron.. you are about to walk into a battlefield unlike any other.. for no better reason than someone else told you to. I really hate to say this, but maybe you should have thought this through just a little more. But since you didn't, here's my advice..
Back out now.
Before it becomes too late, and you become a casualty of a battle you never should have been a part of in the first place.
I.. Will... Burn... You
Brad.. Will.. Andrew.. this is it. After this.. they'll know we've been here. They'll know they've been into a fight. No more talk of who did what, or who should have done what. We're here, and that's all that matters. This Revolution doesn't need a leader, but when you start to falter.. when you feel like you can't go on.. just look to me... we'll win this day.. and any thereafter...
Because.. we... are... N... C... W...
This is the world we built.
The foundation was built by Lance Ryan, Spike Kane, the Hollands..
And we've been adding floor by floor. The Angels, The Falcons, The Adam Knites, The Steve Awesomes.. and none of us are finished. You can walk in here and claim that it's your time and everything is all about you now. But it isn't.
Period.
You're not the only person that comes highly decorated from somewhere else. You're not the only person who thinks highly of yourself. You're not a God of the ring, you're not even an Archangel, or some other lesser diety. You're simply a man.
Period.
It's not your time, neither of you. Joe.. Charlie.. it isn't your time..
Because I'm not ****ing done yet.
You'll soon see why people look up to me. Why people respect me. Why I'm in demand no matter what part of the globe I travel to. Most impressive title reign? Done that. World Champion? Done that. You're still just trapsing in my footsteps, and you always will be...
Period.
Have you ever been inside a Flame?
Did you ever play a burning game?
Would you do what I want you to do?
Do you like the way I'm burning you?
[/center][/i]Did you ever play a burning game?
Would you do what I want you to do?
Do you like the way I'm burning you?
(Falcon was on the couch, a 360 controller in his hand. He'd never actually owned at Xbox, and wasn't used to playing on one, but Zelda wanted him to play Reach with her, and he'd do anything for her. She came out of the other room, dressed in a short mini bathrobe. She sat on the couch next to him, picking up her controller.)
Zelda: Ok, ready to get killed?
Falcon: Always.
(They started playing. Zelda wouldn't admit Falcon was getting much better since they'd started playing. He wasn't about to start winning, but it was now more of a challenge. One game went by, with Zelda clearly still winning.)
Zelda: I win again!
Falcon: Haha, you act like this is a surprise.
Zelda: No, but it's fun to rub it in..
(She started another game, then as it started she turned and kissed him. Her one eyes was still focused on the screen, finding and killing him, while his attention was focused on her. She pulled away just as quickly. Falcon saw what happened, and laughed.)
Falcon: You tricky little devil..
(Zelda giggled cutely.)
Falcon: So that's how you want to play is it...
(Falcon calmly placed the controller beside him, and Zelda killed him again. But he didn't care, he was too busy tickling her, watching her squirm and laugh as she tried to keep playing. Then their eyes met, and the controller fell from her fingers as well, dropping on the plush carpet. Falcon was leaning over her, and their lips met briefly.)
Zelda: Do you think you should be consorting with the enemy?
Falcon: I'm consorting with my love.. you're only the enemy with those t-shirts on..
(Zelda giggles again, and points at the monogrammed YG on her bathrobe.)
Falcon: Well, then I'll just have to take this off you...
Zelda: Under one condition..
Falcon: What's that?
Zelda: You lose this match.. you have to make a serious effort at joining the Young Guns..
Falcon: Velez would so not go for that..
Zelda: You still have to try...
Falcon: For you...
I will....
Close to the Flame
Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it
Follow me..
Into the Firestorm
[/center][/i]Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it
Follow me..
Into the Firestorm
Poor depressed Steve Awesome. I told you this would happen Steve. I told you when I reformed you that if you fell back into that spiral it would lead to disaster. I told you that living for yourself only ends in lonliness. I tried so hard to steer you down the right path. I know I've kinda done the same with Velez as of late, but you were special. You were my chosen project, Steven. I took away your ego. I took away your pride. I forced you to build it back up. I made you remember what mattered in this business and in life.. and now look at you..
Back at square one.
Someone dangled a shiney present in front of you. A shining promise and somehow that pulled the old Steve Awesome out that I buried. You were supposed to be the hero that stood tall above the crowd. The light in the fog, the beacon of hope, the example of everything all kids who watched us should aspire to be. And now you're just back to where you started, following along behind the meat truck like a dog, hoping a few scraps fall out the back. But you know what Steve, I'm tired of trying to save you. Tired of helping you move a couple steps forward just to watch you fall more than a couple back. It's maddening the potential I see inside you, and your adamant refusal to just let it come out. But you know what, if that's the way you want it.
Fine by me.
Be content to be a corporate lap dog. Be content to follow the bandwagon and tell everybody how cool you look with your shades and your fancy feather boas or whatever it is you wear. I'm tired of trying to save what won't be saved.. so from now on..
Save your damn self.
Or just get the hell out of the way. We've got a future to build. With or without you.
There's no need to be afraid of this
Let me melt you with my Dragon Kiss
Let me walk with you the firing line
Put your burn on this heart of mine
[/center][/i]Let me melt you with my Dragon Kiss
Let me walk with you the firing line
Put your burn on this heart of mine
(Falcon was walking through the arena. The people were milling about, prepping for the big event tomorrow night. nCw presents Battlegrounds, live on ppv. Falcon stopped at a vending machine, grabbing a soda. Then a voice called out to him.)
Shelly: Hey, Kyle...
(Falcon turned to see Shelly Taylor.. or.. maybe it was Shelly Jones now, standing next to him, one arm containing her daughter Hayleigh.)
Falcon: Hey Shel.. Hi pumpkin..
Hayleigh: Hey unkie Kyle..
Falcon: So, what's up?
Shelly: Nothing.. just thought I'd say Hi.. haven't seen you around in a while.
(Neither would admit it's because she used to be married to his best friend and was now with his best friends formerly most hated enemy, but we'll let that slide.)
Falcon: Yea, it's been too long.. How's Alex and the baby?
Shelly: We're fine.. all of us.. Can I ask you something?
Falcon: Sure.
Shelly: I know you know Angel better than anyone... Can he be trusted?
(Falcon sighed, opening his soda and taking a sip. Least it's not magical like the water bottle.)
Falcon: Angel.. is a man of immaculate conviction. If he says he won't kill Alex, then he won't. Circumstances can change, but right now, you can put faith in him.. if you trust anybody, it should be me.
(Shelly looked a bit relieved, and adjusted the child in her arm.)
Shelly: I hope so... say.. have you seen Rob?
Falcon: No. Is he here?
Shelly: His car is outside.. I thought maybe he might be.
Falcon: I'll go find him..
Shelly: Please.. I'm worried about him.. I think he's given up on everything. Just.. try to talk with him.. ok?
Falcon: Of course.
Shelly: Thanks Kyle.. Don't be a stranger, ok?
Falcon: Sure thing.
(She walked one way, Falcon another. A minute or so later, he found a locker room door that was half ajar, and pushed it open. He was sitting on a bench, looking lost in his own world. Falcon walked silently into the room.)
Falcon: Rob?
Close to the Flame
Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it
Follow me..
Into the Firestorm
[/center][/i]Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it
Follow me..
Into the Firestorm
I swear I don't even know why you're here Ron. I mean, what the hell do they give you? They put your car on the line for a match, and you just said ok. They haven't so much as given you a hint of progress for yourself or your career, and you're just ok with this. Do you enjoy this kind of punishment? Do you enjoy just doing whatever anyone else says for kicks? Geez, man if that's the case I've got something for you to do.
Stay home.
There's no reason for you to be involved in this. If you're waiting for Leo to just come and hand you something out of the goodness of his heart, you're going to be waiting for about... forever. If you expect any of the Young Guns or Steve to stand aside and let you have some of the spotlight, you are going to be waiting for that for... well forever again. Seriously, Ron.. you are about to walk into a battlefield unlike any other.. for no better reason than someone else told you to. I really hate to say this, but maybe you should have thought this through just a little more. But since you didn't, here's my advice..
Back out now.
Before it becomes too late, and you become a casualty of a battle you never should have been a part of in the first place.
I.. Will... Burn... You
Brad.. Will.. Andrew.. this is it. After this.. they'll know we've been here. They'll know they've been into a fight. No more talk of who did what, or who should have done what. We're here, and that's all that matters. This Revolution doesn't need a leader, but when you start to falter.. when you feel like you can't go on.. just look to me... we'll win this day.. and any thereafter...
Because.. we... are... N... C... W...
Yesterday I had a flaming dream
We were swimming in a lava stream
We were watching an exploding sun
Counting sparkles until they were gone
Close to the Flame
Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it, follow me
Into the Firestorm..
[/center][/i]We were swimming in a lava stream
We were watching an exploding sun
Counting sparkles until they were gone
Close to the Flame
Behind my eyes there is a beast that longs for you
Calling my name
So if you're brave enough to risk it, follow me
Into the Firestorm..