Post by Falcon on Feb 3, 2011 8:00:47 GMT -6
When you come to a fork in the road, which way will you turn? Left toward righteousness, or right towards selfishness?
Now:[/b]
(Falcon walked into Angel's office, causing the man at the desk to immediately get to his feet, almost as if he was ready to attack. Instead, Angel merely slammed his fist on the desk, and stared daggers at his "friend".)
Angel: You have a lot of nerve to just waltz in here...
Falcon: I'm sorry, should I have knocked first? I'll do that...
(Falcon turned stepping back, closing the door midway. He politely knocked on the door, but without waiting for a response he simply opened it and walked in anyway. Angel merely shook his head.)
Falcon: That better?
Angel: It'll be better when you get the hell out of my face before I break yours.
Falcon: Oh come on, you can't be bitter...
Angel: Try me..
Falcon: What's a little blackmail between friends? How else was I supposed to get you to do what I needed you to do? I tried asking nicely..
Angel: That is so not the point.
Falcon: And how many times have you tried to end me these last few years? Trust me, you'll get over this.. might as well do it now.
Angel: I'm glad you're so sure of that, as I am pretty sure of the opposite. But, regardless.. whatever the hell you came in here to demand, you're not getting it... Go ahead and send those pictures to Tara.
Falcon: You know you don't want me to do that.
Angel: I totally don't care if you print them on floral patterns and use them as place settings..
Falcon: I think you do care...
(There was a momentary pause, each man staring at the other, neither willing to back down. And Angel just slammed his fist on the desk again.)
Angel: Fine. What do you want...
Falcon: I actually just came to see how you were doing...
(Angel sighed, and shook his head again.)
Angel: Just go...
Falcon: Fine then... whatever you say... "Boss"...
(Falcon turned to go as Angel sat down. Angel sighed again, and broached the subject.)
Angel: Kyle?
Falcon: What?
Angel: Why are you doing this? Why are you giving away everything you've ever worked for just to beat that buffoon...?
Falcon: You remember the old days...?
Angel: Yes.
Falcon: What did you do when you realized that the people in charge were nothing but cowards and bullies?
Angel: I went and got Chris, Alex and Damien and we started the Social Enemies.
Falcon: Exactly. You went and got a bigger bully. People need to learn Angel.. that actions have consequences. That no matter how big and tough you are, there's always someone bigger, tougher, faster, stronger... better...
Angel: I suppose that's you...
Falcon: Who else is going to fight this kind of fight?
Angel: But why sacrifice all those years...
(It was Falcons turn to sigh.)
Falcon: If having all those heroic stigmas attached to me, only gets me to where I am now.. then they can have it. I don't want it anymore.
(Falcon stepped through the door, and it closed behind him. Angel shook his head, and went back to work.)
Oh Charlie.. you stupid, stupid man..
You still don't ****ing get it do you?
Why on earth would I want you to be afraid? Cowards run away when faced with a challenge. I'm after you for two reasons..
One, I hate you and everything your bloodsucking life stands for.
Two, even though I hate you, I'll admit that I had you pretty much figured as a man who would bite back when pushed into a corner.
But this? Seriously? Buying the houses around mine and tearing them down? This is the best you have? I hope to God it's just a start Charlie, because is it is, now is when it gets real fun. Before, we were just professionals doing a job. I didn't mess with you outside the arena. I didn't go after anything that I couldn't get to within those walls. But now.. you made it personal..
Good boy, finally got one right.
Although, that was the only thing you got right. As it seems everything I've ever said or shown you has gone right over your head. The point wasn't the what, it was the why. I gave to those people, for all those years, because they needed me to. They asked me to with their eyes whenever I jumped off that top rope. I was important to them. You know, to other people. The only person you've ever cared about is yourself. Trust me, there's plenty of backwater promotions filled with guys just like you. What happens to them?
They collapse.
But not here. nCw remains the leader in wrestling today, because everybody isn't like you. Sure, there's you and your friends and all the other carbon copy clones of you, but there's people like me.. Angel.. Alex Jones.. Diamond Dave.. Adam.. People who have the ability to think about someone else at times. I don't have to watch you to have you pegged Charlie. Fact is, I was facing men like you and putting them down one by one while you were practicing how to lace the boots up. Hell, before that to when you were sitting in Calculus dreaming about your dreams of fame and fortune in between trying to sneak peeks at Sally Jensen's rack from three rows over. You people like to make fun of my age and everything, but where will you be Charlie when you're 32?
Staring at your career, wondering why nothing means anything anymore.
Look at you now. You're depressed, clearly. A gold plate on a strap means more to you than the vow you took of 'till death do us part'. And any of this is supposed to make you a better man than I am?
So... stupidly naive...
I pray you grow out of it when you grow up. It's funny how you mention that I assume to know you, then in your next breath, you assume to know me. Like you were the only one wrestling every week. Hell, only reason I had time off was because of your bitch fit. If you want to argue semantics, everything you've done, I've done better. My title reigns were longer, my list of defeated superstars is longer. Sure, you got the better of me once. I can admit that. Hey, if you can discount those two matches I "beat" you before, I can discount the Warfare. But you see, nothing has changed for you since, except the fact you carry a belt. You're still the same egomaniacal asswipe everyone is used to seeing.
I took the shackles off.
I'm unchained now. You're not facing give it my all and be happy Falcon. I'm out for blood now, Chuckie. But you'll brush that off anyway. Like you have everything anyone has ever said. I never said you never gave anything, I never said you never hurt, fact is I never even said you weren't good enough as you put it. All I did was point out that your why leads to nothing but emptiness and despair. Sure, I may not exactly be too thrilled about the way the whole Zelda thing turned out. But I have other things I can be proud of, even the ones people think I shouldn't. But you? You have nothing. Except a couple pieces of property in Boston.
By the way, did you wave to the cameras while you were there?
Oh, not the one that was filming you. I mean the other ones that were filming you. Hopefully you didn't do anything embarassing, or heaven forbid, illegal after the nCw camera stopped rolling. Actually, strike that.. I hope you did, I'm sure TMZ would love that tape and perhaps so would all the board members at Velez industries. Oh, also good luck with building a mall or prison in an area that's been zoned for residential property since the fifties. And I'd advise against doing something stupid like trying to bribe them. Last guy who tried that didn't fare so well. Heard he was in an asylum somewhere. Congratulations Charlie. Your first big salvo back at me produced a wonderful feeling of...
Meh.
I guess it's on me now. Gee, hope I have something good planned. You'll just have to wait and see.. I know right..
Suspense is killing me too.
But alas, we must wait. Take care, Princess. Try not to break a nail supervising. And try not to bleed your mascara when all your dreams are ripped from you and your left in the ring, wondering that age old question...
Why?
What is a Villain? Something to just hate, blindly and unforgiving? Has anyone ever stopped to ask themselves why the bad guys do what they do? Or do we all look for some sort of convienent scapegoat? We blame music, affixing our hatred to artists we don't like the look of, or who have a different way of viewing the world. We blame television for it's violent content, when every news station out there will broadcast a tragedy as it's happening just for viewers and sponsors. But has anyone ever asked the Villain what they have sacrificed? The path of the Villain is also one of constant sacrifice. You forsake all but the dredges of human contact. You become not a man, but an object, something to be studied in the ever long quest to figure out why, yet they fail to ask the most logical person. You see nothing but hate and contempt in the crowd's eyes, and yet none of them have the courtesy to sit and listen to you. If I have to be the Villain to get my point across with actions, then so be it. I will not look back and what I've done and wonder how I got here, for I already know. I will not plead with you to justify why I've done the things that I have, for I have already said it. If the entire world wants to make me into a Villain, I will simply show them that they haven't... seen... anything... yet.
[/center][/i]I'm a rock star, I'm a dealer
I'm a servant, I'm a leader
I'm a savior, I'm a sinner, I'm a killer
I'll be anything you want me to be
[/center][/i]I'm a servant, I'm a leader
I'm a savior, I'm a sinner, I'm a killer
I'll be anything you want me to be
Now:[/b]
(Falcon walked into Angel's office, causing the man at the desk to immediately get to his feet, almost as if he was ready to attack. Instead, Angel merely slammed his fist on the desk, and stared daggers at his "friend".)
Angel: You have a lot of nerve to just waltz in here...
Falcon: I'm sorry, should I have knocked first? I'll do that...
(Falcon turned stepping back, closing the door midway. He politely knocked on the door, but without waiting for a response he simply opened it and walked in anyway. Angel merely shook his head.)
Falcon: That better?
Angel: It'll be better when you get the hell out of my face before I break yours.
Falcon: Oh come on, you can't be bitter...
Angel: Try me..
Falcon: What's a little blackmail between friends? How else was I supposed to get you to do what I needed you to do? I tried asking nicely..
Angel: That is so not the point.
Falcon: And how many times have you tried to end me these last few years? Trust me, you'll get over this.. might as well do it now.
Angel: I'm glad you're so sure of that, as I am pretty sure of the opposite. But, regardless.. whatever the hell you came in here to demand, you're not getting it... Go ahead and send those pictures to Tara.
Falcon: You know you don't want me to do that.
Angel: I totally don't care if you print them on floral patterns and use them as place settings..
Falcon: I think you do care...
(There was a momentary pause, each man staring at the other, neither willing to back down. And Angel just slammed his fist on the desk again.)
Angel: Fine. What do you want...
Falcon: I actually just came to see how you were doing...
(Angel sighed, and shook his head again.)
Angel: Just go...
Falcon: Fine then... whatever you say... "Boss"...
(Falcon turned to go as Angel sat down. Angel sighed again, and broached the subject.)
Angel: Kyle?
Falcon: What?
Angel: Why are you doing this? Why are you giving away everything you've ever worked for just to beat that buffoon...?
Falcon: You remember the old days...?
Angel: Yes.
Falcon: What did you do when you realized that the people in charge were nothing but cowards and bullies?
Angel: I went and got Chris, Alex and Damien and we started the Social Enemies.
Falcon: Exactly. You went and got a bigger bully. People need to learn Angel.. that actions have consequences. That no matter how big and tough you are, there's always someone bigger, tougher, faster, stronger... better...
Angel: I suppose that's you...
Falcon: Who else is going to fight this kind of fight?
Angel: But why sacrifice all those years...
(It was Falcons turn to sigh.)
Falcon: If having all those heroic stigmas attached to me, only gets me to where I am now.. then they can have it. I don't want it anymore.
(Falcon stepped through the door, and it closed behind him. Angel shook his head, and went back to work.)
Silent as a witness, Make your heart race with a death kiss
I'm a soldier in the blood war, in the peace corp
I am everything you'll ever be
Loser number zero, play the victim, end up a hero
I'm a teacher, preacher, liar
I am anything, everything
[/center][/i]I'm a soldier in the blood war, in the peace corp
I am everything you'll ever be
Loser number zero, play the victim, end up a hero
I'm a teacher, preacher, liar
I am anything, everything
Oh Charlie.. you stupid, stupid man..
You still don't ****ing get it do you?
Why on earth would I want you to be afraid? Cowards run away when faced with a challenge. I'm after you for two reasons..
One, I hate you and everything your bloodsucking life stands for.
Two, even though I hate you, I'll admit that I had you pretty much figured as a man who would bite back when pushed into a corner.
But this? Seriously? Buying the houses around mine and tearing them down? This is the best you have? I hope to God it's just a start Charlie, because is it is, now is when it gets real fun. Before, we were just professionals doing a job. I didn't mess with you outside the arena. I didn't go after anything that I couldn't get to within those walls. But now.. you made it personal..
Good boy, finally got one right.
Although, that was the only thing you got right. As it seems everything I've ever said or shown you has gone right over your head. The point wasn't the what, it was the why. I gave to those people, for all those years, because they needed me to. They asked me to with their eyes whenever I jumped off that top rope. I was important to them. You know, to other people. The only person you've ever cared about is yourself. Trust me, there's plenty of backwater promotions filled with guys just like you. What happens to them?
They collapse.
But not here. nCw remains the leader in wrestling today, because everybody isn't like you. Sure, there's you and your friends and all the other carbon copy clones of you, but there's people like me.. Angel.. Alex Jones.. Diamond Dave.. Adam.. People who have the ability to think about someone else at times. I don't have to watch you to have you pegged Charlie. Fact is, I was facing men like you and putting them down one by one while you were practicing how to lace the boots up. Hell, before that to when you were sitting in Calculus dreaming about your dreams of fame and fortune in between trying to sneak peeks at Sally Jensen's rack from three rows over. You people like to make fun of my age and everything, but where will you be Charlie when you're 32?
Staring at your career, wondering why nothing means anything anymore.
Look at you now. You're depressed, clearly. A gold plate on a strap means more to you than the vow you took of 'till death do us part'. And any of this is supposed to make you a better man than I am?
So... stupidly naive...
I pray you grow out of it when you grow up. It's funny how you mention that I assume to know you, then in your next breath, you assume to know me. Like you were the only one wrestling every week. Hell, only reason I had time off was because of your bitch fit. If you want to argue semantics, everything you've done, I've done better. My title reigns were longer, my list of defeated superstars is longer. Sure, you got the better of me once. I can admit that. Hey, if you can discount those two matches I "beat" you before, I can discount the Warfare. But you see, nothing has changed for you since, except the fact you carry a belt. You're still the same egomaniacal asswipe everyone is used to seeing.
I took the shackles off.
I'm unchained now. You're not facing give it my all and be happy Falcon. I'm out for blood now, Chuckie. But you'll brush that off anyway. Like you have everything anyone has ever said. I never said you never gave anything, I never said you never hurt, fact is I never even said you weren't good enough as you put it. All I did was point out that your why leads to nothing but emptiness and despair. Sure, I may not exactly be too thrilled about the way the whole Zelda thing turned out. But I have other things I can be proud of, even the ones people think I shouldn't. But you? You have nothing. Except a couple pieces of property in Boston.
By the way, did you wave to the cameras while you were there?
Oh, not the one that was filming you. I mean the other ones that were filming you. Hopefully you didn't do anything embarassing, or heaven forbid, illegal after the nCw camera stopped rolling. Actually, strike that.. I hope you did, I'm sure TMZ would love that tape and perhaps so would all the board members at Velez industries. Oh, also good luck with building a mall or prison in an area that's been zoned for residential property since the fifties. And I'd advise against doing something stupid like trying to bribe them. Last guy who tried that didn't fare so well. Heard he was in an asylum somewhere. Congratulations Charlie. Your first big salvo back at me produced a wonderful feeling of...
Meh.
I guess it's on me now. Gee, hope I have something good planned. You'll just have to wait and see.. I know right..
Suspense is killing me too.
But alas, we must wait. Take care, Princess. Try not to break a nail supervising. And try not to bleed your mascara when all your dreams are ripped from you and your left in the ring, wondering that age old question...
Why?
A mover, and a shaker
The oppressor, Stimulator
I'm a coward, I'm a fighter
I'm everything, you are me
I am you
Everything is breaking, No mistaking, it's all changing
Tear it down watch it all start burning
All that's done is done, just let it lie
It's a revelation, celebration, graduation
Times collide watch the world awaken
All the past regrets from days gone by
Let it go
Let it Die
[/center][/i]The oppressor, Stimulator
I'm a coward, I'm a fighter
I'm everything, you are me
I am you
Everything is breaking, No mistaking, it's all changing
Tear it down watch it all start burning
All that's done is done, just let it lie
It's a revelation, celebration, graduation
Times collide watch the world awaken
All the past regrets from days gone by
Let it go
Let it Die