Post by Falcon on Apr 15, 2011 2:02:58 GMT -6
Hurts, doesn't it, Rob?
Hurts to know there is someone out there who understands you, who does care about you, who does believe in you, and not just because he's trying to get something out of you. Hurts because you're the best at pushing people away so you don't feel pain anymore. Deny it all you want, but it's true.
I wish I had a comeback for anything you said. But in reality, what did you say?
You took everything in me that you perceive as a flaw or weakness, and turned it into a joke. That's fine. It's called a promo, I wouldn't be here in this business if I couldn't take being insulted. But.. to actually sit there and insinuate that I'm somehow twisting things around for this..
That hurts me.. right here..
I know you don't care. But this isn't, nor has it ever been a question of perspective. That whole You see only with your eyes so you're easily fooled proverb. I wasn't sitting at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up because I knew that one day we'd face and I could bring up how great of a friend I am.
I was there because even though you wanted to kill me with every fiber of your being. I didn't wish the same for you.
You asked where the almighty Falcon went. The guy who doesn't let anyone stand in his way. Well, truthfully Rob..
I never wanted to be that man.
I didn't want to be the villain. I didn't feel like I had a choice. Maybe I was wrong, nobody really knows since we'll never see how the other side turned out unless we suddenly become extras on the set of Sliders or something.
Fact of the matter is, there was plenty of things I could have done to stop this. I could have waltzed right into Angels office, waved a picture in front of his face, and told him to never let you near this belt as long as I possessed it. Or I could have just thrown it on his desk, told him I was vacating it and left in the hands of management who you aren't very endeared to. Or just retired altogether.
But I didn't.
And I won't.
Because I don't know anything else.
What else could I do? Become a sushi chef? Buy a sports team? This is all I know. I could get a job as a commentator, a booker, something.. but it would only nag at me until I got back in the ring again.
I'm a fighter.. Rob.. I always have been.
And so are you.
But that doesn't mean I need to be a selfish dickhole and try to kill you. I spent a month being that way, breaking Charlie Velez..
I refuse to become him forever.
(Falcon was sitting in his training room, leaning against the wall. A small fan was cooling off his head as he peeled off his gloves. Oh, you know it's coming. Ready the jokes now.)
Kyle: What the hell is wrong with you?
Falcon: I presume you're going to tell me anyway...
(The Falcon in the suit, stared at the one across the room from him. His eyes burning holes with the ferocity of their intent.)
Kyle: You're going to just let him walk all over you.. disrespect you.. and that's your comeback?
Falcon: Pretty much.
Kyle: Un****ingbelievable... you deserve to be an unhappy douchebag..
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Maybe.
("Kyle" picked up something and threw it across the room. The object hit the side of the wall, close to Falcons head.)
Falcon: Did you miss to prove a point?
Kyle: No, I totally tried to hit you there. He is right... what the hell happened to you?
Falcon: I don't want to be hated..
Kyle: Little late for that, ****tard.
Falcon: .....by myself.
Kyle: Oh, here's where you go on this whole tangent about being misunderstood and how nobody really gets you.
Falcon: No...
Kyle: What then? You want Zelda just to roll over and forgive you and run back here with open arms?
Falcon: ......No.
Kyle: Then what the hell do you want? The title? Your dignity back? Because at this rate he's not going to just beat you.. he's going to embarass you... And I don't want to hear a Maybe he should...
Falcon: You know what I want?
(The clone threw up his hands, then folded them across his chest to lean against the wall.)
Kyle: Oh please enlighten me Guru of all things Zen...
Falcon: I want to get up in the morning and not hate myself.. I want to go to sleep at night without having to lay there for hours replaying each and every single little stupid decision I've ever made over in my head before I can't keep my eyes open any longer.. and if I have to suffer because of that... so be it.
(The clone scoffed.)
Kyle: So that's it...
Falcon: .......
Kyle: Maybe you should make him suffer instead...
Falcon: ......No..
Kyle: And why the hell not?
Falcon: ...Because I refuse to make him suffer...
(Pause.)
Falcon: .....to make peace with myself...
Is this how it feels
To reach rock bottom
Want to know how it feels to be forgotten?[/center][/i]
You want this title Rob? Come get it.
You've earned your chance.
You want to scream that it's your time? Go for it.
I'm all ears.
But you need to know..
Not remember.. know.
That your world and tomorrow isn't guaranteed.
Focus too long on what's going to happen tomorrow, and you'll lose sight of today.
There's always been two sides of me..
Kyle, the man you see..
And Falcon, the man you wrestle.
One's problems, don't affect the other.
And if you think for a second that the Falcon in that ring this weekend..
Is any worse than the one you beat, or the one who beat you.
You're the one making the mistake.
Don't believe me?
Your loss.
Bring it.. everything you have.
I want it all.
I don't know what it will take to bring me down.
But you'd better bring everything anyway.
Hurts to know there is someone out there who understands you, who does care about you, who does believe in you, and not just because he's trying to get something out of you. Hurts because you're the best at pushing people away so you don't feel pain anymore. Deny it all you want, but it's true.
I wish I had a comeback for anything you said. But in reality, what did you say?
You took everything in me that you perceive as a flaw or weakness, and turned it into a joke. That's fine. It's called a promo, I wouldn't be here in this business if I couldn't take being insulted. But.. to actually sit there and insinuate that I'm somehow twisting things around for this..
That hurts me.. right here..
I know you don't care. But this isn't, nor has it ever been a question of perspective. That whole You see only with your eyes so you're easily fooled proverb. I wasn't sitting at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up because I knew that one day we'd face and I could bring up how great of a friend I am.
I was there because even though you wanted to kill me with every fiber of your being. I didn't wish the same for you.
You asked where the almighty Falcon went. The guy who doesn't let anyone stand in his way. Well, truthfully Rob..
I never wanted to be that man.
I didn't want to be the villain. I didn't feel like I had a choice. Maybe I was wrong, nobody really knows since we'll never see how the other side turned out unless we suddenly become extras on the set of Sliders or something.
Fact of the matter is, there was plenty of things I could have done to stop this. I could have waltzed right into Angels office, waved a picture in front of his face, and told him to never let you near this belt as long as I possessed it. Or I could have just thrown it on his desk, told him I was vacating it and left in the hands of management who you aren't very endeared to. Or just retired altogether.
But I didn't.
And I won't.
Because I don't know anything else.
What else could I do? Become a sushi chef? Buy a sports team? This is all I know. I could get a job as a commentator, a booker, something.. but it would only nag at me until I got back in the ring again.
I'm a fighter.. Rob.. I always have been.
And so are you.
But that doesn't mean I need to be a selfish dickhole and try to kill you. I spent a month being that way, breaking Charlie Velez..
I refuse to become him forever.
Used to be original,
But now I tremble in fear
I am like everyone else
And that buries me
[/center][/i]But now I tremble in fear
I am like everyone else
And that buries me
(Falcon was sitting in his training room, leaning against the wall. A small fan was cooling off his head as he peeled off his gloves. Oh, you know it's coming. Ready the jokes now.)
Kyle: What the hell is wrong with you?
Falcon: I presume you're going to tell me anyway...
(The Falcon in the suit, stared at the one across the room from him. His eyes burning holes with the ferocity of their intent.)
Kyle: You're going to just let him walk all over you.. disrespect you.. and that's your comeback?
Falcon: Pretty much.
Kyle: Un****ingbelievable... you deserve to be an unhappy douchebag..
(Falcon shrugged.)
Falcon: Maybe.
("Kyle" picked up something and threw it across the room. The object hit the side of the wall, close to Falcons head.)
Falcon: Did you miss to prove a point?
Kyle: No, I totally tried to hit you there. He is right... what the hell happened to you?
Falcon: I don't want to be hated..
Kyle: Little late for that, ****tard.
Falcon: .....by myself.
Kyle: Oh, here's where you go on this whole tangent about being misunderstood and how nobody really gets you.
Falcon: No...
Kyle: What then? You want Zelda just to roll over and forgive you and run back here with open arms?
Falcon: ......No.
Kyle: Then what the hell do you want? The title? Your dignity back? Because at this rate he's not going to just beat you.. he's going to embarass you... And I don't want to hear a Maybe he should...
Falcon: You know what I want?
(The clone threw up his hands, then folded them across his chest to lean against the wall.)
Kyle: Oh please enlighten me Guru of all things Zen...
Falcon: I want to get up in the morning and not hate myself.. I want to go to sleep at night without having to lay there for hours replaying each and every single little stupid decision I've ever made over in my head before I can't keep my eyes open any longer.. and if I have to suffer because of that... so be it.
(The clone scoffed.)
Kyle: So that's it...
Falcon: .......
Kyle: Maybe you should make him suffer instead...
Falcon: ......No..
Kyle: And why the hell not?
Falcon: ...Because I refuse to make him suffer...
(Pause.)
Falcon: .....to make peace with myself...
Is this how it feels
To reach rock bottom
Want to know how it feels to be forgotten?[/center][/i]
You want this title Rob? Come get it.
You've earned your chance.
You want to scream that it's your time? Go for it.
I'm all ears.
But you need to know..
Not remember.. know.
That your world and tomorrow isn't guaranteed.
Focus too long on what's going to happen tomorrow, and you'll lose sight of today.
There's always been two sides of me..
Kyle, the man you see..
And Falcon, the man you wrestle.
One's problems, don't affect the other.
And if you think for a second that the Falcon in that ring this weekend..
Is any worse than the one you beat, or the one who beat you.
You're the one making the mistake.
Don't believe me?
Your loss.
Bring it.. everything you have.
I want it all.
I don't know what it will take to bring me down.
But you'd better bring everything anyway.
I've become the distance,
I am the sober and irrelevant,
I don't feel but in this,
What is there to believe?
[/center][/i]I am the sober and irrelevant,
I don't feel but in this,
What is there to believe?