Post by Falcon on Nov 28, 2010 8:42:29 GMT -6
Why does everybody think nothing matters to me? What? Because I don't jump around and scream when something goes wrong? Because I'm calm and rational means I suddenly don't care about anything? What kind of crap is that? So, I don't give in to blind panic and angered frenzy. Doesn't mean none of it matters. See, Moss.. I told you I got it. I told you I understood why you did what you did. You felt wronged, and you acted. I wasn't going to make it personal, because I didn't believe it needed to be. I understood that it didn't matter who had been put in that match, you'd still do what you did, because as you said, it needed to be done. And now, you want me to be fired up? Well guess what sunshine..
Now I'm gonna kill you too.
See, when I extend an offer to you, to let something go. To let it not become personal, it's an act of professional courtesy. It is me.. a ring veteran.. telling you.. the guy who's been here a couple months, that I'm putting stock in you that you will do the same. Putting stock in you to be a wrestler, not an emotional jackass who doesn't care about the business when it affects himself. You think you're the only person who had it hard? The only person who has ever suffered personally for their craft? I left my parents home in Boston, the house I grew up in, with what little I had managed to obtain in high school. I was told never to come back, I was no longer a part of that family. I had to work my ass off just to live, and attend wrestling school. I had to keep those jobs when I was working the independant scene in New England. You have any idea how f'ing cold it is? Try sleeping with no heat when it's 5 degrees outside. How's that for personal? Let me ask you something, Chuck..
Do you know what it's like to pay all those dues just to have younger guys come in and tell you to go away?
I didn't think so. By the way, I do give the guy on the street corner five bucks to buy himself lunch. You think that no-one cares, you're just asking the wrong people.
(Falcon stepped into the hallway, after Kelly had left. Zelda was still standing in front of the bars, mulling over the conversation she'd just had in her head. Falcon placed his hand on hers, and she looked up.)
Zelda: Oh.. hey Kyle..
Falcon: Hey, beautiful.. don't worry, you'll be out in a little while.
Zelda: Oh, I don't mind it.. it's quite cozy in here..
(They both laughed, and Falcon touched the side of her face, relieved she could still joke, even though she must be hurting greatly inside.)
Falcon: So, didn't go as planned today..
Zelda: I'm sorry...
Falcon: It's ok.. I can't say I didn't expect it.. then again, neither can anybody else. Pretty much when it went down, I didn't hear one person say, I didn't expect that.
Zelda: I'm still sorry..
Falcon: I know you are.. but hey.. if I didn't want to be here.. I wouldn't be.. besides, Gib said he's taking you to American Steakhouse later...
Zelda: Oh... well..
(The guard came in, to begin the processing her out, and Falcon backed away.)
Falcon: I'll see you outside, ok?
(Finally, a smile.)
Zelda: Ok...
See, Chuck, Freakke is someone you want to pay attention to. Not just because he gave me the 'I respect you' backrub, because he understands that not only are the people here talented, some have put more into growing the promotion as a whole rather than just themselves. That is why one day Freakke will be remembered, because he knows what he has to do to not only succeed, literally nearly anyone can do that, but also he knows what not to do. The things that drive you mad, the things lesser men complain about. He's avoiding all of those pitfalls neatly and cleanly..
Like a trapeze guy... man..
Ok, That's my only carnival joke, honest. But, personally, Freakke, I'd be mad if you tried to take it easy on me. All the 'I respect you's in the world couldn't change that fact. You're a wrestler, I expect you to do what you do best, win and entertain. That's it. So you don't have to worry about me taking it the wrong way. After all, unlike Moss and Blair.. we're actually professionals. It's kinda what we do, right?
(Outside, Adam was leaning against the fender of his car, waiting. Kelly was in the passenger seat, trying to fix her tear smeared make up.)
Adam: She getting released?
Falcon: Yea...
Adam: Well that was a real mess wasn't it?
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Can't say I didn't expect it...
Adam: Me neither.
Falcon: Well, I'm going to wait for her.. so you guys take care.
Adam: We will... do me a favor..
Falcon: Sure.
Adam: Make her forget today happened.. do something.. special..
Falcon: Of course..
(Adam reached out, and Falcon shook his hand.)
Oh...and Blair will get what's coming to him... if he even decides to deign himself with his presence this week.. obligatory eye roll.
Now I'm gonna kill you too.
See, when I extend an offer to you, to let something go. To let it not become personal, it's an act of professional courtesy. It is me.. a ring veteran.. telling you.. the guy who's been here a couple months, that I'm putting stock in you that you will do the same. Putting stock in you to be a wrestler, not an emotional jackass who doesn't care about the business when it affects himself. You think you're the only person who had it hard? The only person who has ever suffered personally for their craft? I left my parents home in Boston, the house I grew up in, with what little I had managed to obtain in high school. I was told never to come back, I was no longer a part of that family. I had to work my ass off just to live, and attend wrestling school. I had to keep those jobs when I was working the independant scene in New England. You have any idea how f'ing cold it is? Try sleeping with no heat when it's 5 degrees outside. How's that for personal? Let me ask you something, Chuck..
Do you know what it's like to pay all those dues just to have younger guys come in and tell you to go away?
I didn't think so. By the way, I do give the guy on the street corner five bucks to buy himself lunch. You think that no-one cares, you're just asking the wrong people.
(Falcon stepped into the hallway, after Kelly had left. Zelda was still standing in front of the bars, mulling over the conversation she'd just had in her head. Falcon placed his hand on hers, and she looked up.)
Zelda: Oh.. hey Kyle..
Falcon: Hey, beautiful.. don't worry, you'll be out in a little while.
Zelda: Oh, I don't mind it.. it's quite cozy in here..
(They both laughed, and Falcon touched the side of her face, relieved she could still joke, even though she must be hurting greatly inside.)
Falcon: So, didn't go as planned today..
Zelda: I'm sorry...
Falcon: It's ok.. I can't say I didn't expect it.. then again, neither can anybody else. Pretty much when it went down, I didn't hear one person say, I didn't expect that.
Zelda: I'm still sorry..
Falcon: I know you are.. but hey.. if I didn't want to be here.. I wouldn't be.. besides, Gib said he's taking you to American Steakhouse later...
Zelda: Oh... well..
(The guard came in, to begin the processing her out, and Falcon backed away.)
Falcon: I'll see you outside, ok?
(Finally, a smile.)
Zelda: Ok...
See, Chuck, Freakke is someone you want to pay attention to. Not just because he gave me the 'I respect you' backrub, because he understands that not only are the people here talented, some have put more into growing the promotion as a whole rather than just themselves. That is why one day Freakke will be remembered, because he knows what he has to do to not only succeed, literally nearly anyone can do that, but also he knows what not to do. The things that drive you mad, the things lesser men complain about. He's avoiding all of those pitfalls neatly and cleanly..
Like a trapeze guy... man..
Ok, That's my only carnival joke, honest. But, personally, Freakke, I'd be mad if you tried to take it easy on me. All the 'I respect you's in the world couldn't change that fact. You're a wrestler, I expect you to do what you do best, win and entertain. That's it. So you don't have to worry about me taking it the wrong way. After all, unlike Moss and Blair.. we're actually professionals. It's kinda what we do, right?
(Outside, Adam was leaning against the fender of his car, waiting. Kelly was in the passenger seat, trying to fix her tear smeared make up.)
Adam: She getting released?
Falcon: Yea...
Adam: Well that was a real mess wasn't it?
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Can't say I didn't expect it...
Adam: Me neither.
Falcon: Well, I'm going to wait for her.. so you guys take care.
Adam: We will... do me a favor..
Falcon: Sure.
Adam: Make her forget today happened.. do something.. special..
Falcon: Of course..
(Adam reached out, and Falcon shook his hand.)
Oh...and Blair will get what's coming to him... if he even decides to deign himself with his presence this week.. obligatory eye roll.