Post by Falcon on Jun 21, 2011 23:41:08 GMT -6
Life.. is amazing sometimes..
No matter what evil you've done.. what act you've committed..
You can always find your way around the circle and come back to the start..
I wonder.. if this is how people like Steve.. and Charlie.. get by..
Knowing what they've done..
Relishing in it..
Enjoying it's fruits..
And yet, they think if they say they are sorry enough times, everyone will forgive them..
Must be comforting thoughts..
But I don't live that way..
Say what you want about me.. but I'll fight to defend my way of thinking..
From anyone..
Anywhere...
Any time.[/i]
(Falcon was sitting on the hood of his car, staring at the house before him. It was familiar, yet strange. The outside was the same, aside from the new coat of paint placed on it. (Someone decided that white was out and painted the house a soft blue to try an attract a buyer.) But even if it didn't look the same.. It was once again his.. Once again..)
Falcon: Home..
(The whisper was barely audible. Falcon looked down the street, waiting for the truck that was supposed to bring his things back from the Windy City. He didn't hate Chicago, he just had no real love for the city.. no real attachment. He didn't like the neighbors much either, but that's an old story. He didn't see the truck, and let his mind wander again.)
*-*-*Monday*-*-*
Zelda: Ok, just sign here...
(Zelda slid the paper across the table. She looked good, prim and proper in her 'business attire'. Falcon reached down, and signed his name on the line.)
Falcon: Thanks.. Zelda..
Zelda: Sure...
(There was an uncomfortable silence. A lull of emptiness in the room.)
Zelda: So.. uhh.. how are you.. these days..
(Falcon smiled, ever so slightly.)
Falcon: You don't have to try and make small talk Zelda.. if I make you uncomfortable, I'll go.
Zelda: No.. it's not that really.. I was just.. wondering.. you know..
Falcon: I'm ok.. thank you for your concern.
Zelda: That's good..
Falcon: Well.. yea.. you seem to be doing ok, all things considered..
Zelda: Yea, Rob really stepped up for me.. the zombies don't want me to go..
Falcon: Nobody wants you to go, Zelda.. not even the other women..
Zelda: How do you figure..?
Falcon: Everybody wants to be the one to finally dethrone the top dog. So even if you're hated, they care.
Zelda: Never thought of it that way...
Falcon: It'll be alright.. I can't even imagine the bidding war going on for you.
Zelda: It is pretty crazy...
Falcon: Ok, well, I'm going to go.. Thanks for doing this for me Zelda.
Zelda: Oh don't mention it, we were "having trouble" finding a buyer anyway..
(Falcon chuckled then turned and opened the door.)
Falcon: You weren't even trying to sell it.. were you?
(Zelda faked surprise.)
Zelda: But of course........ not
Falcon: Thanks..
Zelda: You're welcome..
(Then he was gone.)
Doc... Doc.. Doc Doc Doc...
You seem to, yet again, have everything on your narrow little view of things skewed. Yet again, you come to me with some half assed argument. Taking certain pieces and putting them together in a neat little puzzle until the point you want to prove is made, and convienently shoving every single piece that doesn't fit snugly into the trash so it all makes sense. But it.. like pretty much every word that came out of your mouth..
Is a giant pile of crap.
Paragon of virtue? Don't confuse me with some silver tongued preacher in a big air conditioned church. I've never done anything except tell people the pitfalls they're walking into. And guess what Doc..
They walk right ****in into them.. Nearly every single time.
Everyone thinks I'm always trying to make people into my little clones. Everyone assumes because I tell you not to do something, that it's some kind of Holy Writ and if they don't obey. And you follow that train of thought, like a good little Doggie.
Because you don't know **** about **** either.
You can sit there on your bull**** throne and tell me how things are the same and I really don't have a case to argue when in fact.. I never argued it at all. Did I come out and say that what happened to Charlie was different?
Here's a hint, the answer is no.
But here's the sixty four thousand dollar question. What was the point of that match?
To show your hero icon Charlie Velez that he's not the god he thought he was.
I took his company.
Zelda took his title, and gift wrapped it to me.
And where is YOUR Messiah now?
Gone. Into the Ether. Sitting where everybody who runs away eventually winds up, thinking back on all the crap he pulled. You wanna know why the whole 'act' died after Charlie left?
Because it was about getting rid of him you retarded imbecile.
I'm not sure how I could have made that any more painfully obvious. I know I've done bad things.
But I've never made an excuse.
Look back, go ahead, I'll wait.
Did I ever say what happened to Zelda was ok? No. It was wrong, it was my fault, and I admitted it. Nice how you just glossed over that fact so it didn't rip a hole in your argument.
Then again, you're a master at ignoring the obvious.
The thing is Doc, you expect everyone to stay the same. Because you yourself haven't changed one Iota from when you were that fresh faced kid who signed his life away to a wrestling ring. I didn't just one day decide to change who I was.
I was pushed there, and your beloved Charlie found out first hand that when you keep taking the bone away from the dog.. even the most docile dog.. Bites back.
So, what I am going to do to you?
Nothing. Because frankly, you aren't worth my time.
You can come out here and puff your chest out, throwing all these mean words around like you know what the deal is. But, you really don't have a clue, in fact, you never have. And do you know why?
Because you're still chained to the same crap that got you here in the first place.
Still clinging to these ideals that somehow, you can look at half a picture and know the whole thing, when in fact you're still chained to the misery you put yourself in.
You want to know why you're not happy?
Why you didn't beat me last time?
Because you're still little teenage Doc, expecting someone to come out and hold his hand through all the scary times. And every mean word, every bull**** accusation is just another ruse, another smokescreen to get people to not look at you.
It's sad...
It's pathetic..
And it's entirely true..
Call me whatever you want, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. Rehash history into your own distorted version of the truth again, it's not going to make me care about you.
You want to compare your little traveling circus gang-beating people to Zelda screwing your lord and master and say it's the same. It's only going to show how narrow minded and stupid you are.
Fact is Doc, the Young Guns are dead. Killed by their own inability to deal with this 'reality' and I'm still here. Zelda was just the final Judas nail in the coffin. A little proof that assuming you have someone under your thumb isn't the same as actually having them there.
Still here.. One hundred career wins into a company that had bigger stars than me. You can talk about how embarassing my second world title win was.
But where's your first?
Your longest National title reign?
Your RiOT win?
You don't have any of that. Because you can't stand adversity. You don't have the stamina, the guts, the heart to rise above any challenge. I've done it a dozen times in this company alone, so calling me a hypocrit about that, is just stupid and childish. Then again, what else did I expect.
And don't pull that sheltered upbringing ****. One, I'm a black belt martial artist, I'll walk any street in any country without giving a ****. I don't give a **** if you believe that or not. Two, nobody cares about you, or where you came from, because we've heard the sob story about fifteen times now.
Rehashing it again won't make people care..
And it won't help you beat me.
So, assume all you want. Condemn my actions for all I care. I listened, and that's it. That's all I've ever asked of anyone really. Just don't go crying to your 'broken upbringing' when I beat you again.
Believing me to be a fake didn't save Charlie's company. Or the Young Guns. Or his title.
Won't save you either.
Because as much as I hate him, you're not even close to being a tenth of the man he is.
But you already knew that...
Who's afraid of Kyle Braddock?
I don't give a **** if you're not.
I'm not the boogeyman. I'm not going to lose power because you don't believe in me.
I'm just Falcon.
And you're simply..
One hundred and one.
No matter what evil you've done.. what act you've committed..
You can always find your way around the circle and come back to the start..
I wonder.. if this is how people like Steve.. and Charlie.. get by..
Knowing what they've done..
Relishing in it..
Enjoying it's fruits..
And yet, they think if they say they are sorry enough times, everyone will forgive them..
Must be comforting thoughts..
But I don't live that way..
Say what you want about me.. but I'll fight to defend my way of thinking..
From anyone..
Anywhere...
Any time.[/i]
Your magic, White Rabbit
Has left it's writing on the wall.
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole.
[/center][/i]Has left it's writing on the wall.
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole.
(Falcon was sitting on the hood of his car, staring at the house before him. It was familiar, yet strange. The outside was the same, aside from the new coat of paint placed on it. (Someone decided that white was out and painted the house a soft blue to try an attract a buyer.) But even if it didn't look the same.. It was once again his.. Once again..)
Falcon: Home..
(The whisper was barely audible. Falcon looked down the street, waiting for the truck that was supposed to bring his things back from the Windy City. He didn't hate Chicago, he just had no real love for the city.. no real attachment. He didn't like the neighbors much either, but that's an old story. He didn't see the truck, and let his mind wander again.)
*-*-*Monday*-*-*
Zelda: Ok, just sign here...
(Zelda slid the paper across the table. She looked good, prim and proper in her 'business attire'. Falcon reached down, and signed his name on the line.)
Falcon: Thanks.. Zelda..
Zelda: Sure...
(There was an uncomfortable silence. A lull of emptiness in the room.)
Zelda: So.. uhh.. how are you.. these days..
(Falcon smiled, ever so slightly.)
Falcon: You don't have to try and make small talk Zelda.. if I make you uncomfortable, I'll go.
Zelda: No.. it's not that really.. I was just.. wondering.. you know..
Falcon: I'm ok.. thank you for your concern.
Zelda: That's good..
Falcon: Well.. yea.. you seem to be doing ok, all things considered..
Zelda: Yea, Rob really stepped up for me.. the zombies don't want me to go..
Falcon: Nobody wants you to go, Zelda.. not even the other women..
Zelda: How do you figure..?
Falcon: Everybody wants to be the one to finally dethrone the top dog. So even if you're hated, they care.
Zelda: Never thought of it that way...
Falcon: It'll be alright.. I can't even imagine the bidding war going on for you.
Zelda: It is pretty crazy...
Falcon: Ok, well, I'm going to go.. Thanks for doing this for me Zelda.
Zelda: Oh don't mention it, we were "having trouble" finding a buyer anyway..
(Falcon chuckled then turned and opened the door.)
Falcon: You weren't even trying to sell it.. were you?
(Zelda faked surprise.)
Zelda: But of course........ not
Falcon: Thanks..
Zelda: You're welcome..
(Then he was gone.)
You can't.. fix your broken promise
Our ties have come undone
I will not be used.. nor battered and bruised
The reason why I choose to cut my losses
Your lies, fool no-one
[/center][/i]Our ties have come undone
I will not be used.. nor battered and bruised
The reason why I choose to cut my losses
Your lies, fool no-one
Doc... Doc.. Doc Doc Doc...
You seem to, yet again, have everything on your narrow little view of things skewed. Yet again, you come to me with some half assed argument. Taking certain pieces and putting them together in a neat little puzzle until the point you want to prove is made, and convienently shoving every single piece that doesn't fit snugly into the trash so it all makes sense. But it.. like pretty much every word that came out of your mouth..
Is a giant pile of crap.
Paragon of virtue? Don't confuse me with some silver tongued preacher in a big air conditioned church. I've never done anything except tell people the pitfalls they're walking into. And guess what Doc..
They walk right ****in into them.. Nearly every single time.
Everyone thinks I'm always trying to make people into my little clones. Everyone assumes because I tell you not to do something, that it's some kind of Holy Writ and if they don't obey. And you follow that train of thought, like a good little Doggie.
Because you don't know **** about **** either.
You can sit there on your bull**** throne and tell me how things are the same and I really don't have a case to argue when in fact.. I never argued it at all. Did I come out and say that what happened to Charlie was different?
Here's a hint, the answer is no.
But here's the sixty four thousand dollar question. What was the point of that match?
To show your hero icon Charlie Velez that he's not the god he thought he was.
I took his company.
Zelda took his title, and gift wrapped it to me.
And where is YOUR Messiah now?
Gone. Into the Ether. Sitting where everybody who runs away eventually winds up, thinking back on all the crap he pulled. You wanna know why the whole 'act' died after Charlie left?
Because it was about getting rid of him you retarded imbecile.
I'm not sure how I could have made that any more painfully obvious. I know I've done bad things.
But I've never made an excuse.
Look back, go ahead, I'll wait.
Did I ever say what happened to Zelda was ok? No. It was wrong, it was my fault, and I admitted it. Nice how you just glossed over that fact so it didn't rip a hole in your argument.
Then again, you're a master at ignoring the obvious.
The thing is Doc, you expect everyone to stay the same. Because you yourself haven't changed one Iota from when you were that fresh faced kid who signed his life away to a wrestling ring. I didn't just one day decide to change who I was.
I was pushed there, and your beloved Charlie found out first hand that when you keep taking the bone away from the dog.. even the most docile dog.. Bites back.
So, what I am going to do to you?
Nothing. Because frankly, you aren't worth my time.
You can come out here and puff your chest out, throwing all these mean words around like you know what the deal is. But, you really don't have a clue, in fact, you never have. And do you know why?
Because you're still chained to the same crap that got you here in the first place.
Still clinging to these ideals that somehow, you can look at half a picture and know the whole thing, when in fact you're still chained to the misery you put yourself in.
You want to know why you're not happy?
Why you didn't beat me last time?
Because you're still little teenage Doc, expecting someone to come out and hold his hand through all the scary times. And every mean word, every bull**** accusation is just another ruse, another smokescreen to get people to not look at you.
It's sad...
It's pathetic..
And it's entirely true..
Call me whatever you want, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. Rehash history into your own distorted version of the truth again, it's not going to make me care about you.
You want to compare your little traveling circus gang-beating people to Zelda screwing your lord and master and say it's the same. It's only going to show how narrow minded and stupid you are.
Fact is Doc, the Young Guns are dead. Killed by their own inability to deal with this 'reality' and I'm still here. Zelda was just the final Judas nail in the coffin. A little proof that assuming you have someone under your thumb isn't the same as actually having them there.
Still here.. One hundred career wins into a company that had bigger stars than me. You can talk about how embarassing my second world title win was.
But where's your first?
Your longest National title reign?
Your RiOT win?
You don't have any of that. Because you can't stand adversity. You don't have the stamina, the guts, the heart to rise above any challenge. I've done it a dozen times in this company alone, so calling me a hypocrit about that, is just stupid and childish. Then again, what else did I expect.
And don't pull that sheltered upbringing ****. One, I'm a black belt martial artist, I'll walk any street in any country without giving a ****. I don't give a **** if you believe that or not. Two, nobody cares about you, or where you came from, because we've heard the sob story about fifteen times now.
Rehashing it again won't make people care..
And it won't help you beat me.
So, assume all you want. Condemn my actions for all I care. I listened, and that's it. That's all I've ever asked of anyone really. Just don't go crying to your 'broken upbringing' when I beat you again.
Believing me to be a fake didn't save Charlie's company. Or the Young Guns. Or his title.
Won't save you either.
Because as much as I hate him, you're not even close to being a tenth of the man he is.
But you already knew that...
Who's afraid of Kyle Braddock?
I don't give a **** if you're not.
I'm not the boogeyman. I'm not going to lose power because you don't believe in me.
I'm just Falcon.
And you're simply..
One hundred and one.
You can't, offer your poison to me
In your Kingdom of Filth
White Rabbit
Straight Jacket
Your Magic, White Rabbit
Has left it's writing on the wall
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole
We're running and we're losing control
You're pulling us, Dragging us
Down this dead end road
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole.
[/center][/i]In your Kingdom of Filth
White Rabbit
Straight Jacket
Your Magic, White Rabbit
Has left it's writing on the wall
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole
We're running and we're losing control
You're pulling us, Dragging us
Down this dead end road
We follow, Like Alice
And just keep diving down the hole.