Post by Falcon on Oct 23, 2010 8:55:12 GMT -6
(The cellar was dark, and rather dingy. The only sound was Falcons rhythmic hitting of the heavy bag.)
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thwack*
Kyle: You knew this was coming...
*thump* *thump*
Kyle: There was no stopping it...
*thump* *thwack* *thump*
Kyle: And now, what do you plan to do...?
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thud*
Kyle: Well? I'm waiting for an answer...
Falcon: I'm waiting for you to leave me the **** alone..
Kyle: One, you know that will never happen so I wish you'd stop saying it..
Falcon: I wish you'd go away...
Kyle: Something to be said for irony now. But moving on.. Two, you know this problem isn't going to just go away no matter how much you ignore it.
Falcon: Kinda like you...
Kyle: Le sigh.. you will never tire of those stupid jokes, will you?
Falcon: Who said I was joking?
Kyle: Because you can't be serious about crap you know will never happen.
Falcon: Sure I can, watch me.. Go away...
Kyle: Or what...?
Falcon: Or I will kill you.
Kyle: I'm not real you idiot.
Falcon: Makes no difference to me.
Kyle: Don't take your anger out of me because once again I was the voice of reason when you were too into all the upside tri-force you were getting...
Falcon: You.. will take those words back...
Kyle: I can't.. can't recall the truth.. and the sad part is you know that.. you're losing everything.. you've lost your edge in the ring.. your mental stability..
Falcon: Stop...
Kyle: Your dignity, your self respect..
Falcon: Stop now...
Kyle: The respect of your peers.. and now.. you've lost your girlfriend..
Falcon: I'm warning you..
Kyle: And you know.. it's all her fault.. she loves doing things to hurt you.. and you know..
(Falcon turned to face himself ever so slowly.)
Kyle: Joining the Young Guns, knowing that not only would you not approve, but that it was a stupid idea to begin with..
(Falcon clenched his fist.)
Kyle: Spending all that time openly flirting with Jacobsen right in front of you..
(Falcon started to walk forward.)
Kyle: And then, when he was upset and in need of guidance.. her first thought is to openly kiss him.. what does that say about her?
(Falcon was now across the room.)
Kyle: She is exactly what they say she is...
(When Falcons fist connected with the wall, it seemed like the whole house shook.)
I want you to think, Jacobsen. Think back to when you were just a fledgling teen. You're what.. twenty two? Twenty four at most. That means that when I started my career wrestling in high school gyms, some of which were probably right down the road from your middle school, you were just a boy. Just a lad, naive and bright eyed about the future. The sad part is, that hasn't changed about you. You still think this is some sort of game. That if you poke and prod me, you're going to find the crack in my wall, the hole in my defense, the chip in my armor. Well you know something..
It's not there.
You were supposed to be different. You were supposed to understand. And yet, here I am, faced with another one of you young kids grasping at the spotlight long before they are ready to handle it. You've been wrestling a year, it was almost four before I could finally call myself an actual professional wrestler. I had paid more dues in that time than most guys you see have paid in their entire lives, and you sit there, with a smug face and just announce that my career is over? That I'm waning and I should just stand aside...
How.. ****ing.. dare.. you..
I may have been wrestling nearly half my lifespan, but the way I am I have five.. ten.. maybe even fifteen more years at this. There's still plenty of time before I need to hang it up.
And so much left to teach kids like you.
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *pause* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(Falcon was beating his fists into the concrete wall.)
Falcon: What the hell am I supposed to do!? I give her space, she runs from me.. I try to hold her close and she gets indignant.. I try to tell her how much she means to me.. that I can't stand the thought of her leaving... and... all it does is hurt!?
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(Each time he pulled his fist away, there was just a little more blood on the wall.)
Falcon: Why does everything I do turn out to backfire in my face!? Why is the one person I have a hard time expressing myself to the one person I need it not to be!? Why can't I just have my ****ing happily ever after for once!?
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(A tears started to fall. Something silver shined on his fist.. perhaps a flap of skin.. or maybe even bone...)
Falcon: Why do people like Brad Kane get perfect lives!? Why do I give up everything for everyone else and everything I get never lasts!? ... WHAT ABOUT ME!??!?!
(Falcons final fist connected, and he stayed frozen there for a few seconds, before slumping to the floor. His hands lay at his sides, bleeding, but he didn't move. He couldn't.)
Kyle: You can't be happy.. because you won't let yourself be happy.
I tried being nice. Really, I did. I trusted you to be a gentlemen. I counted on you having a set of principles that were more than just you being lead around by your johnson. But everywhere I look, I see you calmly placing your naive vision on your surroundings. Making assumptions you can't afford to, and placing your faith in what isn't real. And you do this with a glib expression like you have all the answers.
You don't.
Like you've figured out all the secrets.
You haven't.
Like you're ready to take on the world.. and take that next step.
You aren't.
And that's the sad truth of it Andrew. For being as blinded as you are, you have managed to build a niche for yourself on your talent and intuition alone. But you're facing the man who invented that lifestyle. A man who knows what you're thinking, knows what you'll do before you do it. A man who can adapt to anything anybody can throw at him, and still find a way to win. I've survived falling off cages, being put through tables, lit on fire, a near cracked skull from a Homeless Harpoon, everything short of losing a limb or decapitation.. and I walked through it all with a smile. Because I know who I am... I know what I represent, and what I have represented since the beginning of my career.
Heart.
I walked this trail so kids like you have a path to tread. I climbed the mountains to show it could be done. I walked the valleys so you could follow my footsteps. And instead of a thank you, all I get is being told to stand aside. Two words Jacobsen...
Make me.
Falcon: So.. what should I do then? Since you always have allll the answers..
Kyle: Ditch her..
Falcon: No... I love her..
Kyle: Then there's no help for you..
Falcon: I wonder if there ever was...
(But Falcon was alone again.)
Falcon: Figures.. start trying to figure things out and my voice of reason just vanishes..
(Falcon sighed, and looked over his bleeding hands.)
Falcon: Is this what all those internet kids mean by FML...?
(He picked up the first aid kit, and opened it, singing to himself as he applied antiseptic to his hands.)
Falcon: Do you think of me... Do you dream of me... I always dream about you... All that lies in me.. All that dies in me... How can I live without you...
(He taped them once they were clean. And stood back up.)
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thwack*
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thwack*
Kyle: You knew this was coming...
*thump* *thump*
Kyle: There was no stopping it...
*thump* *thwack* *thump*
Kyle: And now, what do you plan to do...?
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thud*
Kyle: Well? I'm waiting for an answer...
Falcon: I'm waiting for you to leave me the **** alone..
Kyle: One, you know that will never happen so I wish you'd stop saying it..
Falcon: I wish you'd go away...
Kyle: Something to be said for irony now. But moving on.. Two, you know this problem isn't going to just go away no matter how much you ignore it.
Falcon: Kinda like you...
Kyle: Le sigh.. you will never tire of those stupid jokes, will you?
Falcon: Who said I was joking?
Kyle: Because you can't be serious about crap you know will never happen.
Falcon: Sure I can, watch me.. Go away...
Kyle: Or what...?
Falcon: Or I will kill you.
Kyle: I'm not real you idiot.
Falcon: Makes no difference to me.
Kyle: Don't take your anger out of me because once again I was the voice of reason when you were too into all the upside tri-force you were getting...
Falcon: You.. will take those words back...
Kyle: I can't.. can't recall the truth.. and the sad part is you know that.. you're losing everything.. you've lost your edge in the ring.. your mental stability..
Falcon: Stop...
Kyle: Your dignity, your self respect..
Falcon: Stop now...
Kyle: The respect of your peers.. and now.. you've lost your girlfriend..
Falcon: I'm warning you..
Kyle: And you know.. it's all her fault.. she loves doing things to hurt you.. and you know..
(Falcon turned to face himself ever so slowly.)
Kyle: Joining the Young Guns, knowing that not only would you not approve, but that it was a stupid idea to begin with..
(Falcon clenched his fist.)
Kyle: Spending all that time openly flirting with Jacobsen right in front of you..
(Falcon started to walk forward.)
Kyle: And then, when he was upset and in need of guidance.. her first thought is to openly kiss him.. what does that say about her?
(Falcon was now across the room.)
Kyle: She is exactly what they say she is...
(When Falcons fist connected with the wall, it seemed like the whole house shook.)
Did not have a chance
Fell into line
I'll rot down here in the meantime
Without a voice, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
[/center][/i]Fell into line
I'll rot down here in the meantime
Without a voice, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
I want you to think, Jacobsen. Think back to when you were just a fledgling teen. You're what.. twenty two? Twenty four at most. That means that when I started my career wrestling in high school gyms, some of which were probably right down the road from your middle school, you were just a boy. Just a lad, naive and bright eyed about the future. The sad part is, that hasn't changed about you. You still think this is some sort of game. That if you poke and prod me, you're going to find the crack in my wall, the hole in my defense, the chip in my armor. Well you know something..
It's not there.
You were supposed to be different. You were supposed to understand. And yet, here I am, faced with another one of you young kids grasping at the spotlight long before they are ready to handle it. You've been wrestling a year, it was almost four before I could finally call myself an actual professional wrestler. I had paid more dues in that time than most guys you see have paid in their entire lives, and you sit there, with a smug face and just announce that my career is over? That I'm waning and I should just stand aside...
How.. ****ing.. dare.. you..
I may have been wrestling nearly half my lifespan, but the way I am I have five.. ten.. maybe even fifteen more years at this. There's still plenty of time before I need to hang it up.
And so much left to teach kids like you.
The second I
Began to see
I had my eyes ripped out and fed to me
Without a choice, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
[/center][/i]Began to see
I had my eyes ripped out and fed to me
Without a choice, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *pause* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(Falcon was beating his fists into the concrete wall.)
Falcon: What the hell am I supposed to do!? I give her space, she runs from me.. I try to hold her close and she gets indignant.. I try to tell her how much she means to me.. that I can't stand the thought of her leaving... and... all it does is hurt!?
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(Each time he pulled his fist away, there was just a little more blood on the wall.)
Falcon: Why does everything I do turn out to backfire in my face!? Why is the one person I have a hard time expressing myself to the one person I need it not to be!? Why can't I just have my ****ing happily ever after for once!?
*slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam* *slam*
(A tears started to fall. Something silver shined on his fist.. perhaps a flap of skin.. or maybe even bone...)
Falcon: Why do people like Brad Kane get perfect lives!? Why do I give up everything for everyone else and everything I get never lasts!? ... WHAT ABOUT ME!??!?!
(Falcons final fist connected, and he stayed frozen there for a few seconds, before slumping to the floor. His hands lay at his sides, bleeding, but he didn't move. He couldn't.)
Kyle: You can't be happy.. because you won't let yourself be happy.
Slave to the Grind
And no surprise
I might drop dead in the meantime
Without a say, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
[/center][/i]And no surprise
I might drop dead in the meantime
Without a say, I'll never change
I slide back down this slope again
I tried being nice. Really, I did. I trusted you to be a gentlemen. I counted on you having a set of principles that were more than just you being lead around by your johnson. But everywhere I look, I see you calmly placing your naive vision on your surroundings. Making assumptions you can't afford to, and placing your faith in what isn't real. And you do this with a glib expression like you have all the answers.
You don't.
Like you've figured out all the secrets.
You haven't.
Like you're ready to take on the world.. and take that next step.
You aren't.
And that's the sad truth of it Andrew. For being as blinded as you are, you have managed to build a niche for yourself on your talent and intuition alone. But you're facing the man who invented that lifestyle. A man who knows what you're thinking, knows what you'll do before you do it. A man who can adapt to anything anybody can throw at him, and still find a way to win. I've survived falling off cages, being put through tables, lit on fire, a near cracked skull from a Homeless Harpoon, everything short of losing a limb or decapitation.. and I walked through it all with a smile. Because I know who I am... I know what I represent, and what I have represented since the beginning of my career.
Heart.
I walked this trail so kids like you have a path to tread. I climbed the mountains to show it could be done. I walked the valleys so you could follow my footsteps. And instead of a thank you, all I get is being told to stand aside. Two words Jacobsen...
Make me.
Until I leave, I'd love to leave here
Until I leave, I'd love to leave here
Until I leave, I'd love to leave here
Until I leave alone
[/center][/i]Until I leave, I'd love to leave here
Until I leave, I'd love to leave here
Until I leave alone
Falcon: So.. what should I do then? Since you always have allll the answers..
Kyle: Ditch her..
Falcon: No... I love her..
Kyle: Then there's no help for you..
Falcon: I wonder if there ever was...
(But Falcon was alone again.)
Falcon: Figures.. start trying to figure things out and my voice of reason just vanishes..
(Falcon sighed, and looked over his bleeding hands.)
Falcon: Is this what all those internet kids mean by FML...?
(He picked up the first aid kit, and opened it, singing to himself as he applied antiseptic to his hands.)
Falcon: Do you think of me... Do you dream of me... I always dream about you... All that lies in me.. All that dies in me... How can I live without you...
(He taped them once they were clean. And stood back up.)
*thump* *thump* *thump* *thwack*
Following the wrong lines
Marching forward in the wrong time
Punch the clock
Then the wall
Punch the clock
It's a longer form of suicide
[/center][/i]Marching forward in the wrong time
Punch the clock
Then the wall
Punch the clock
It's a longer form of suicide
...What the hell do I do now?
Why the hell was I so stupid?
Why did taking a stand for what I wanted, only push it away?
Did being alone so long kill my chance for a happy ending?
God...
Why does it always end like this...
Please don't leave...
I need you...
Why can't I just tell you that...
Without screwing something up.
[/center][/i]Why the hell was I so stupid?
Why did taking a stand for what I wanted, only push it away?
Did being alone so long kill my chance for a happy ending?
God...
Why does it always end like this...
Please don't leave...
I need you...
Why can't I just tell you that...
Without screwing something up.
Following the wrong lines
Marching forward in the wrong time
Punch the clock
Then the wall
Punch the clock
It's a longer form of suicide
[/center][/i]Marching forward in the wrong time
Punch the clock
Then the wall
Punch the clock
It's a longer form of suicide