Post by Falcon on Feb 1, 2011 9:36:33 GMT -6
When you come to a fork in the road, which way will you turn? Left toward righteousness, or right towards selfishness?
Then:
(Falcon was sitting on an examining table. The room was different, not like the normal nCw medical room. Also, there were blurred spots on the camera from all the old logos on the equipment. Falcon looked to be a tad younger, and the guy tending to his wounds was an unknown person.)
Medic: You're lucky you made it back here.. most men would have to be dragged.
(Falcon shrugged.)
Medic: Man, how do you guys do this?
Falcon: Do what?
Medic: Put yourself through this kind of hell.. you were doubled booked tonight, weren't you?
Falcon: Yea..
Medic: Angel through you off a balcony, onto a popcorn machine.. and still you went out and wrestled Ethanol.. why?
(Falcon looked down. The big gold belt stared back at him.)
Medic: For the title?
Falcon: No...
(He also could remember the roar of the crowd in his ears. They had been excited to see him defeat Angel, if by the barest of margins, and then had nearly blown the roof off when he came back out later to defend his title.)
Medic: Then why?
Falcon: Have you looked out at the crowd?
Medic: Sure. They're always fired up at these shows.
Falcon: We.. give them something to look forward to. The same way football or baseball does. They know that no matter how bad their week is, overdue bills, stress at work, personal sickness.. there's always something to look forward to when the show starts. We sacrifice part of ourselves, so that everyone out there can stop the stress of daily lives. So people can stop hating one another, and hate "the bad guy" they see on TV. So people can imagine just for a day that they are their favorite "hero" they see on TV. You know?
Medic: And that's worth all of this?
(The man motioned to he myriad number of cuts and scars that adorned Falcons body.)
Falcon: Small price to pay...
Medic: Until you end up in a wheelchair, or a pine box..
Falcon: I knew those were a possibility when I signed on the dotted line.
(The medic shook his head in amazement.)
Medic: Man, you have no fear..
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Part of the job.. people want someone to look up to. I'll be that somebody... no matter what it takes...
(The medic just shook his head again and went back to tending to Falcons wounds.)
Medic: Whatever you say, Hero...
Honestly Charlie, I can't believe how naive you are sometimes. I mean, I was so sure that this would be fun. That you were a smart man, that you didn't just build Velez Industries on sheer luck and cheating people out of their money, or maybe even lying to increase the stock prices. I thought, even though nobody seems to know what Velez Industries actually make or do, that you were a smart man. But everytime you open your mouth all I here is more piss ant excuses.
What's next? The sun will be in your eye, indoors?
I love how you switched it up though, that was really clever. How you made this whole big statement about how you have power and don't show it. Which, is kinda ironic since that is all you've ever done since you walked in the door.
Brag.
Boast.
Show off.
Let's rewind.. you show up.. looked around and saw all your buddies. First thing you did was call them all together, reformed the group, then made it a point to keep screaming about what you did until someone cared. Sad thing that nobody did, truly, I almost am close to caring. You even threatened one of your newer stablemates because she had what you thought was an unkind word, and you had to throw your weight around with your threats. It was like a Real Housewives of nCw catfight gone to the extreme.
Yea, and people wonder why I call you Chelsea.
Then you joined up with Fox, and flaunted that power by beating up Brad Kane. By the way, I always loved the sheer stupidity of all of you saying the Revolution started things. I mean, the way you just expected Brad to roll over and take it like Megan does was real classy, kids. Then we stood up, stopped you cold, and you went back to complaining. After that you stole Zeldas work, tried to use your "power" again, which is always just numbers, by attacking Kelly. Then tried to steal the title. Then you finally managed to get it, after getting yet another attempt, and now here we are.
You doing nothing, and Me daring you to stop me.
That's what this is about Chuck. I told you I have power, and I've been using it. I've been pretty much begging for you to stop me. Even though I was suspended, I was still at the shows, ready for you to fight back. Oh, nice job thinking that you did that to. I hope you realize by my presense in the office after you left that I agreed to that as well, but nice job thinking you actually accomplished something. Hell, that probably helped me more than it helped you. Which, again, was my plan. See, Charlie, you can do one of two things.
A: Keep sitting on your ass like you've been doing, and blathering on to anyone who will listen. Getting angrier with each step that I outmanuever you on.
Or
B: Do something about it.
Come on, Chuck. Don't roll over and die on me yet. What fun would that be? You think that if you somehow beat me that this is going to end? Suddenly I'm just going to go away.
Ha ha, fat chance.
No, Princess. I'm going to keep doing everything you think you can do, better than you can. I'm going to make your life hell, make you miserable, until you either man up and stop me, or quit and go back to some little bore hole where everybody kisses your ass and you're never actually challenged. Gee, thinking about that little more it almost seems like a man like you prefers that sort of treatment. Maybe I am doing you a favor after all. But you don't need to thank me. But I guess I will finally do as you ask and thank you later.
Once I'm World Champion again.
I went through twenty nine other wrestlers just for this chance. Three of which were your little cronies. So tell me, what chance do you think you really stand?
None.
Just like you've been doing this past month.
Nothing.
Clocks ticking Charlie, better get real familiar with the wife again, because you're going to need someone to go back to when your supposed "true love", comes back home with me.
What is a hero? Sure, everybody loves them. People always ask for one to come out of the woodwork and save them from whatever evil is plotting against them. The firefighter who rushes into a burning building, accepting that this might be the time he doesn't come back, is a "hero". The cop who chases a criminal, knowing the man is armed and all it takes is one bullet for his life to end, is a "hero". But what is it really? The path of the hero is nothing but sacrifice. You give, and you give, all the rest of the people just take it all in, and fifteen minutes later they've forgotten you. Moved on to the next thing they want to suck the life from. They watch to see tragedy, and forget you if it doesn't happen. And all you get if it does happen, is a handful of people remembering the day.. that's it.. For a long time, I was the "hero". And I thought nothing of it.. I was happy to live in that moment, and not worry about tomorrow. But it didn't get me a future. Nothing with substance. Do I regret? No. But there comes a time when you have to stop sacrificing and live. I thought I found that time. But it turned into naught but ash. Now, someone else is going to find out the price of betrayal.
[/i]I am so high, I can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
Oh but heaven, don't hear me
[/center][/i]I am so high, I can hear heaven
Oh but heaven, don't hear me
Then:
(Falcon was sitting on an examining table. The room was different, not like the normal nCw medical room. Also, there were blurred spots on the camera from all the old logos on the equipment. Falcon looked to be a tad younger, and the guy tending to his wounds was an unknown person.)
Medic: You're lucky you made it back here.. most men would have to be dragged.
(Falcon shrugged.)
Medic: Man, how do you guys do this?
Falcon: Do what?
Medic: Put yourself through this kind of hell.. you were doubled booked tonight, weren't you?
Falcon: Yea..
Medic: Angel through you off a balcony, onto a popcorn machine.. and still you went out and wrestled Ethanol.. why?
(Falcon looked down. The big gold belt stared back at him.)
Medic: For the title?
Falcon: No...
(He also could remember the roar of the crowd in his ears. They had been excited to see him defeat Angel, if by the barest of margins, and then had nearly blown the roof off when he came back out later to defend his title.)
Medic: Then why?
Falcon: Have you looked out at the crowd?
Medic: Sure. They're always fired up at these shows.
Falcon: We.. give them something to look forward to. The same way football or baseball does. They know that no matter how bad their week is, overdue bills, stress at work, personal sickness.. there's always something to look forward to when the show starts. We sacrifice part of ourselves, so that everyone out there can stop the stress of daily lives. So people can stop hating one another, and hate "the bad guy" they see on TV. So people can imagine just for a day that they are their favorite "hero" they see on TV. You know?
Medic: And that's worth all of this?
(The man motioned to he myriad number of cuts and scars that adorned Falcons body.)
Falcon: Small price to pay...
Medic: Until you end up in a wheelchair, or a pine box..
Falcon: I knew those were a possibility when I signed on the dotted line.
(The medic shook his head in amazement.)
Medic: Man, you have no fear..
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Part of the job.. people want someone to look up to. I'll be that somebody... no matter what it takes...
(The medic just shook his head again and went back to tending to Falcons wounds.)
Medic: Whatever you say, Hero...
Someone told me, love would all save us
But how can that be? Look what love gave us
A world full of killing and blood spilling, that world never came
[/center][/i]But how can that be? Look what love gave us
A world full of killing and blood spilling, that world never came
Honestly Charlie, I can't believe how naive you are sometimes. I mean, I was so sure that this would be fun. That you were a smart man, that you didn't just build Velez Industries on sheer luck and cheating people out of their money, or maybe even lying to increase the stock prices. I thought, even though nobody seems to know what Velez Industries actually make or do, that you were a smart man. But everytime you open your mouth all I here is more piss ant excuses.
What's next? The sun will be in your eye, indoors?
I love how you switched it up though, that was really clever. How you made this whole big statement about how you have power and don't show it. Which, is kinda ironic since that is all you've ever done since you walked in the door.
Brag.
Boast.
Show off.
Let's rewind.. you show up.. looked around and saw all your buddies. First thing you did was call them all together, reformed the group, then made it a point to keep screaming about what you did until someone cared. Sad thing that nobody did, truly, I almost am close to caring. You even threatened one of your newer stablemates because she had what you thought was an unkind word, and you had to throw your weight around with your threats. It was like a Real Housewives of nCw catfight gone to the extreme.
Yea, and people wonder why I call you Chelsea.
Then you joined up with Fox, and flaunted that power by beating up Brad Kane. By the way, I always loved the sheer stupidity of all of you saying the Revolution started things. I mean, the way you just expected Brad to roll over and take it like Megan does was real classy, kids. Then we stood up, stopped you cold, and you went back to complaining. After that you stole Zeldas work, tried to use your "power" again, which is always just numbers, by attacking Kelly. Then tried to steal the title. Then you finally managed to get it, after getting yet another attempt, and now here we are.
You doing nothing, and Me daring you to stop me.
That's what this is about Chuck. I told you I have power, and I've been using it. I've been pretty much begging for you to stop me. Even though I was suspended, I was still at the shows, ready for you to fight back. Oh, nice job thinking that you did that to. I hope you realize by my presense in the office after you left that I agreed to that as well, but nice job thinking you actually accomplished something. Hell, that probably helped me more than it helped you. Which, again, was my plan. See, Charlie, you can do one of two things.
A: Keep sitting on your ass like you've been doing, and blathering on to anyone who will listen. Getting angrier with each step that I outmanuever you on.
Or
B: Do something about it.
Come on, Chuck. Don't roll over and die on me yet. What fun would that be? You think that if you somehow beat me that this is going to end? Suddenly I'm just going to go away.
Ha ha, fat chance.
No, Princess. I'm going to keep doing everything you think you can do, better than you can. I'm going to make your life hell, make you miserable, until you either man up and stop me, or quit and go back to some little bore hole where everybody kisses your ass and you're never actually challenged. Gee, thinking about that little more it almost seems like a man like you prefers that sort of treatment. Maybe I am doing you a favor after all. But you don't need to thank me. But I guess I will finally do as you ask and thank you later.
Once I'm World Champion again.
I went through twenty nine other wrestlers just for this chance. Three of which were your little cronies. So tell me, what chance do you think you really stand?
None.
Just like you've been doing this past month.
Nothing.
Clocks ticking Charlie, better get real familiar with the wife again, because you're going to need someone to go back to when your supposed "true love", comes back home with me.
They say that a hero can save us
I'm not going to stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away
[/center][/i]I'm not going to stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away