Post by Falcon on Mar 9, 2011 0:42:29 GMT -6
My body is a roadmap of pain. You can point to a scar, and I can tell you where I got it, who I was wrestling, what city it was in, what spot we were doing. I'm one of the very few people who have the luxury of remembering..
Each..
And...
Every..
Single thing I do. I remember every second, long after it has been forgotten, waiting to be put on a "Best of" DVD somewhere for people to break out when they're feeling nostalgic. My mind is on constant replay of every decision, whether good or bad, and the other ways I could have handled things.
Sometimes no matter how much I think about it.. I'm still right..
And then there are others..
Well, you should have an idea of what I'm talking about now. Everybody wants to act like I haven't suffered for it. Like I've just brushed it off like it was some sort of dirt. But truthfully it torments me more than anything. More than watching her walk away, more than watching her with him, more than the trivial stuff like losing my house and moving across the country. But here's the thing.
All the jokes you make that you think are funny.
All the silly references and comparisions you think offend me.
All the high horse judgements you throw at me..
They won't make me crumble..
They won't make me break..
Because everything you think it does to me..
I'm already doing it to myself.
And just like most things..
I'm better at it than you.
(A realtor was removing the post in a yard, taking down the company's listing for this house, as well as the "SOLD" sign. Falcon was standing on the street, next to the car the realtor had come in.)
Realtor: I think you'll be very happy here, Mr. Braddock. Nice neighborhood, very quiet, many of the people around here and very busy with their careers and the road a lot.
Falcon: Oh, much like myself I guess.
Realtor: What is it you do?
Falcon: I'm a professional wrestler.
Realtor: Oh, that a fact? If I recall there is a man like you living nearby, a wrestler also, the name escapes me at the time though.
Falcon: Oh don't worry. I'm sure I'll run into him at some point.
Realtor: I hope you'll get along well. Business like that can breed a lot of hostility.
Falcon: Oh it's a lot more show that substance, most of us can leave it all in the ring easily enough.
Realtor: That's good. Well, I will take my leave of you Mr. Braddock, I hope you enjoy your new home. I hope the weather here isn't too sporadic for you either.
Falcon: Oh no, I lived in New England most of my life.. I'm alright with bipolar weather.
Realtor: Well, if you have any questions, just call..
Falcon: I will, thanks for all your help.
(The woman smiled at him, and stepped into the car.)
Falcon: I know I said I was looking at the West Coast. But.. I sort of gave up halfway.. then I found this little gem had come on the market. It's amazing.. someone lives in a home like this for so long then.. they just pack up and move.. just like that...
(The look on his face, said that there was much more to this story.)
I've been wrestling a long time. Easily longer than ninety percent of the nCw roster, with the exceptions of Maniac and Gib, maybe even Angel, and possibly one or two others. And during all this time, I've never felt a hatred burning in my heart where I became obsessed with someone. All the fueds, all the times I've been betrayed, all the people that have tried to end my career and literally my life.. nobody has pushed me to the depths of seething hatred. I've disliked, I've loathed, and my usual standard of apathy.. but never..
Hate.
Until you.. Charlie Velez..
I've lost so much these last two months or so. Lost the salvation I thought I had found. Lost the respect and admiration that's been weighing on my back for years, all in a single incident. And though you weren't the architect of that, you've certainly been reaping the benefits. I'm tired.. Charlie..
So tired of losing..
Everything I touch eventually falls apart. I could go out there this weekend, jump off something, nearly kill you, Alex and myself, and what would it get me? One snippet on a highlight reel and millions of people demanding I simply do it again. Jump higher.. rotate farther.. It used to fufill me.. until I ran into a roadblock called Zelda Knite. I found another fufillment.. someone I related to, without even realizing it, only to realize it, and then watch it slip away. I don't know if the Zelda she became was her real self coming out, or you molding her like clay into an extension of yourself. At this point, it really doesn't matter.. There's nothing I can do about that now. What I can do..
Is find an outlet for all this rage.
I hate you Charlie. To the point where you could be on fire and I would stand there and watch you burn. I've never even come close to saying that about another human being until now. Maybe it isn't rational, and maybe your dickishness doesn't deserve that kind of depth. But you're getting it, whether you like it or not.
At this point, anything you have to say is irrelevant. No joke you can make, no claim about beating me once before, no statement telling me to quit crying, none of it matters to me at all. This isn't Metamorphosis. This isn't the same match, and assuming the match outcome will be the same by virtue of you being you and me being me isn't important.
Not at all...
(Falcon was inside a furniture store. The associate was finishing the transaction of all the furniture he was buying. He was a young man with spiked hair and the hint of a tattoo creeping over his shirt collar. The kind of guy who spends his Sunday nights in front of the TV with a pizza and a 30 pack to watch some old fashioned violence.)
Clerk: So, where will this be delivered?
(Falcon held out a piece of paper.)
Falcon: This address please...
Clerk: Yes, sir.. should be on it's way in a day or so.
(The kid typed in the address to the computer in front of him, then handed the paper back. Falcon was about to leave when a look of realization crossed the kids face.)
Clerk: Hey.. I know this neighborhood.. lot of rich people.
Falcon: Oh, is that a fact?
Clerk: Yea, even a pro wrestler, cool huh?
Falcon: Oh very.. well, I gotta be going.
Clerk: Oh, ok.. take care sir, enjoy your furniture.
Falcon: Thank you for being so helpful..
(The look on Falcons face, showed there was absolutely no surprise whatsoever in that revelation.)
You know what Alex.. I can agree with most of the things you've said.
Does Alex Jones deserve a World Title shot? Yes.
Has Alex Jones done anything to deserve a World Title shot? A hundred times over.
Was I going to just stand aside and let him have it?
Not on your life.
Both of the World title matches you received, were simply because you said, "gimmie". You wanted to dethrone Adam and end his 'reign of terror', so you demanded the chance, and they handed it to you. You want the chance to dethrone Charlie and do the same, and yet again, they handed it to you.
But I don't EVER want to hear you say I should have "stood aside for a real contender" again.
I didn't just say, hey Adam.. give me a title shot. I said you put someone in front of me, if I beat them, I get a shot at you. He did so, and I won that match. I physically earned the match that I was given. I won the ****ing RiOT for that match last month, and regardless of how that match turned out, there's not a question on anyone's mind of who here has put more blood into the soil this company has grown from.
Here's a hint, it's not a Phoenix.
I asked you, to wait a month. That after Crossroads you could have Charlie, or Me, depending on who walked out with the title. I pleaded with you for patience. That wasn't much to ask, regardless of what you thought of me. But you couldn't do it.. poor little Alex Jones couldn't show a bit of respect to someone who's sacrificed more to the sport he loves. Only question is..
Can you afford the price?
No backing out now, AJ. You're a part of this, and as a part of this, there will be no professional courtesy. Get between me and Charlie, and I will end you. No warnings, no heads up.. You thought you put an end to your nightmare when you and Angel teamed up and killed the animosity between you.
Welcome to that nightmare.. all.. over.. again...
Each..
And...
Every..
Single thing I do. I remember every second, long after it has been forgotten, waiting to be put on a "Best of" DVD somewhere for people to break out when they're feeling nostalgic. My mind is on constant replay of every decision, whether good or bad, and the other ways I could have handled things.
Sometimes no matter how much I think about it.. I'm still right..
And then there are others..
Well, you should have an idea of what I'm talking about now. Everybody wants to act like I haven't suffered for it. Like I've just brushed it off like it was some sort of dirt. But truthfully it torments me more than anything. More than watching her walk away, more than watching her with him, more than the trivial stuff like losing my house and moving across the country. But here's the thing.
All the jokes you make that you think are funny.
All the silly references and comparisions you think offend me.
All the high horse judgements you throw at me..
They won't make me crumble..
They won't make me break..
Because everything you think it does to me..
I'm already doing it to myself.
And just like most things..
I'm better at it than you.
Gave up my loving for all that I'm hating
Hating the loving I gave
Oh terrified by the horrible lies
Lies the evil we've made
[/center][/i]Hating the loving I gave
Oh terrified by the horrible lies
Lies the evil we've made
(A realtor was removing the post in a yard, taking down the company's listing for this house, as well as the "SOLD" sign. Falcon was standing on the street, next to the car the realtor had come in.)
Realtor: I think you'll be very happy here, Mr. Braddock. Nice neighborhood, very quiet, many of the people around here and very busy with their careers and the road a lot.
Falcon: Oh, much like myself I guess.
Realtor: What is it you do?
Falcon: I'm a professional wrestler.
Realtor: Oh, that a fact? If I recall there is a man like you living nearby, a wrestler also, the name escapes me at the time though.
Falcon: Oh don't worry. I'm sure I'll run into him at some point.
Realtor: I hope you'll get along well. Business like that can breed a lot of hostility.
Falcon: Oh it's a lot more show that substance, most of us can leave it all in the ring easily enough.
Realtor: That's good. Well, I will take my leave of you Mr. Braddock, I hope you enjoy your new home. I hope the weather here isn't too sporadic for you either.
Falcon: Oh no, I lived in New England most of my life.. I'm alright with bipolar weather.
Realtor: Well, if you have any questions, just call..
Falcon: I will, thanks for all your help.
(The woman smiled at him, and stepped into the car.)
Falcon: I know I said I was looking at the West Coast. But.. I sort of gave up halfway.. then I found this little gem had come on the market. It's amazing.. someone lives in a home like this for so long then.. they just pack up and move.. just like that...
(The look on his face, said that there was much more to this story.)
Wake up, I'm sweating, I'm burning, I'm dreading
Dreading the life that I hate
There was a time when at least I was winning
Living life was OK
[/center][/i]Dreading the life that I hate
There was a time when at least I was winning
Living life was OK
I've been wrestling a long time. Easily longer than ninety percent of the nCw roster, with the exceptions of Maniac and Gib, maybe even Angel, and possibly one or two others. And during all this time, I've never felt a hatred burning in my heart where I became obsessed with someone. All the fueds, all the times I've been betrayed, all the people that have tried to end my career and literally my life.. nobody has pushed me to the depths of seething hatred. I've disliked, I've loathed, and my usual standard of apathy.. but never..
Hate.
Until you.. Charlie Velez..
I've lost so much these last two months or so. Lost the salvation I thought I had found. Lost the respect and admiration that's been weighing on my back for years, all in a single incident. And though you weren't the architect of that, you've certainly been reaping the benefits. I'm tired.. Charlie..
So tired of losing..
Everything I touch eventually falls apart. I could go out there this weekend, jump off something, nearly kill you, Alex and myself, and what would it get me? One snippet on a highlight reel and millions of people demanding I simply do it again. Jump higher.. rotate farther.. It used to fufill me.. until I ran into a roadblock called Zelda Knite. I found another fufillment.. someone I related to, without even realizing it, only to realize it, and then watch it slip away. I don't know if the Zelda she became was her real self coming out, or you molding her like clay into an extension of yourself. At this point, it really doesn't matter.. There's nothing I can do about that now. What I can do..
Is find an outlet for all this rage.
I hate you Charlie. To the point where you could be on fire and I would stand there and watch you burn. I've never even come close to saying that about another human being until now. Maybe it isn't rational, and maybe your dickishness doesn't deserve that kind of depth. But you're getting it, whether you like it or not.
At this point, anything you have to say is irrelevant. No joke you can make, no claim about beating me once before, no statement telling me to quit crying, none of it matters to me at all. This isn't Metamorphosis. This isn't the same match, and assuming the match outcome will be the same by virtue of you being you and me being me isn't important.
Not at all...
Starting defending, was seeing the ending
Finished before it began
Came here deceiving, left here believing
I am a terrible man
[/center][/i]Finished before it began
Came here deceiving, left here believing
I am a terrible man
(Falcon was inside a furniture store. The associate was finishing the transaction of all the furniture he was buying. He was a young man with spiked hair and the hint of a tattoo creeping over his shirt collar. The kind of guy who spends his Sunday nights in front of the TV with a pizza and a 30 pack to watch some old fashioned violence.)
Clerk: So, where will this be delivered?
(Falcon held out a piece of paper.)
Falcon: This address please...
Clerk: Yes, sir.. should be on it's way in a day or so.
(The kid typed in the address to the computer in front of him, then handed the paper back. Falcon was about to leave when a look of realization crossed the kids face.)
Clerk: Hey.. I know this neighborhood.. lot of rich people.
Falcon: Oh, is that a fact?
Clerk: Yea, even a pro wrestler, cool huh?
Falcon: Oh very.. well, I gotta be going.
Clerk: Oh, ok.. take care sir, enjoy your furniture.
Falcon: Thank you for being so helpful..
(The look on Falcons face, showed there was absolutely no surprise whatsoever in that revelation.)
Wake up, I'm sweating, I'm burning, I'm dreading
Dreading this horrible trend
Now that I see that your heart is for loving
Why did I break it again?
[/center][/i]Dreading this horrible trend
Now that I see that your heart is for loving
Why did I break it again?
You know what Alex.. I can agree with most of the things you've said.
Does Alex Jones deserve a World Title shot? Yes.
Has Alex Jones done anything to deserve a World Title shot? A hundred times over.
Was I going to just stand aside and let him have it?
Not on your life.
Both of the World title matches you received, were simply because you said, "gimmie". You wanted to dethrone Adam and end his 'reign of terror', so you demanded the chance, and they handed it to you. You want the chance to dethrone Charlie and do the same, and yet again, they handed it to you.
But I don't EVER want to hear you say I should have "stood aside for a real contender" again.
I didn't just say, hey Adam.. give me a title shot. I said you put someone in front of me, if I beat them, I get a shot at you. He did so, and I won that match. I physically earned the match that I was given. I won the ****ing RiOT for that match last month, and regardless of how that match turned out, there's not a question on anyone's mind of who here has put more blood into the soil this company has grown from.
Here's a hint, it's not a Phoenix.
I asked you, to wait a month. That after Crossroads you could have Charlie, or Me, depending on who walked out with the title. I pleaded with you for patience. That wasn't much to ask, regardless of what you thought of me. But you couldn't do it.. poor little Alex Jones couldn't show a bit of respect to someone who's sacrificed more to the sport he loves. Only question is..
Can you afford the price?
No backing out now, AJ. You're a part of this, and as a part of this, there will be no professional courtesy. Get between me and Charlie, and I will end you. No warnings, no heads up.. You thought you put an end to your nightmare when you and Angel teamed up and killed the animosity between you.
Welcome to that nightmare.. all.. over.. again...
Here's My Reward
For your Life
That you gave me
Let me Love you
Fear and blame you
Let me Love you
Scar and burn you
[/center][/i]For your Life
That you gave me
Let me Love you
Fear and blame you
Let me Love you
Scar and burn you