Post by Falcon on Jun 25, 2011 23:14:15 GMT -6
I'm tired of arguing with half wit 'nu uh' you are guys. All you've done Doc is prove that you probably could find better uses of your time, and you have a knack for asserting your opinions as fact. So, here is my rebuttal for you this week...
I lament that people don't listen, that doesn't prove my advice is flawed. The fact that people don't listen to it and suffer, proves that it's sound.
I apologized to Zelda for striking her with my fist, because I am certain that I could have handled that better, and I didn't. Listing off the reasons for why I was out there to stop her in the first place, doesn't mean I think what I did was ok, it only promotes understanding for the incident, which is all I asked for.
Now, I'm going to spend the rest of this time, doing what I rarely do.
Mocking you.
Because I'm done helping you.
But, after this obligatory part of the promo that has nothing to do with you, and will only serve to annoy you because you have to wait through it. Shhh, nobody tell him about fast forward, because he's too dim witted to figure it out.
*-*-*-*Friday*-*-*-*
(It was 8 o'clock, and Falcon was standing on the doorstep of the house next door. It was actually a bit of a walk from his front door, down his walkway, down the sidewalk, then up her walkway to get here, but it had rained recently and he didn't want his sneakers all covered in grass stains. During the walk, he'd debated heavily on just turning around, doing something else with his time, but.. he just..
Had to know.. you know?)
Falcon: What kind of crap are you going to find yourself in today boy-o...
(He raised his hand and rapped on the front door, the very act of knocking pushing the unlocked and partially open door fully ajar. Music was coming from inside. Falcon half expected it to be soft, ballad-y type music to make him feel at ease, but it was.. metal. Odd.)
Falcon: Who... tries a seduction game listening to In This Moment?
Woman: That would be me..
(Falcon turned, looking through a doorway into a foyer. There was a small table set between two high backed velvet chairs. We can't see the woman's upper body, as the view is convienently blocked by Falcons shoulder. Her shapely legs were visible under his arm, showing she was wearing a white dress with a slit almost to her hip.)
Falcon: Nice touch.. you did all this for little old me? I'm flattered.
Woman: I tried. Won't you join me for dinner?
(Falcon hesitated, thoughts running through his head. Then he wondered what he was worrying about. There was nobody to impress. Nobody to care what he did or didn't do. Nor did it matter to him who thought what. Sure, if someone tried to tell him they thought what he was doing was stupid, he'd listen and assess it. But so far.. nobody'd said a word.)
Falcon: ...I'd like that...
Woman: Goodie. I hope you like ham.
Falcon: Who doesn't...
So, tell me Lord and Master of all things (il)logical. What does it feel like to shove an entire nCw paycheck up your nose? Or in your arm.. or whatever new thing you kids are into these days. That's the hot new thing for kids these days, right..? What new high they can get themselves into?
Snorted any spray cans? Free based some new painkiller?
Anything to pass the time and forget that you were supposed to grow the **** up right? Anything you can do to deny responsibiliy for a little while longer.
Time to grow up, Doc. You can hide behind all the labels you throw on other people, the one person you've never looked at is yourself.
You called me a fake and a fraud, for not living up to the labels other people gave me. You placed those things over my head, because someone else did, and then tried to make a point that I failed to be what I never wanted to be in the first place.
Yea, and I'm the moron who misconstrues thing.
Meanwhile, Doc the paragon of truth, gets to play the role of the twenty year old college nobody and expects that because his take on things is different than everyone elses, we should all just bow down and praise him.
That only happens in Bazaaro world, also known as Young Guns Magical Mystery theme park. Where nobody has to grow up, and people can do whatever stupid, selfish, assanine act they want and then cry when repercussions come their way. Charlie fought so hard to get me suspended when he realized I was coming for him, and yet, when the suspension happened, what did I do? I took it like a man.. now you tell me who's the grown up there.
I didn't attack Brad Kane just because he was World Champ.
I didn't assault Kelly just because Leonard denied wittle Chawies demand for a title shot.
I left those piss ant tactics to the professionsals. And you had the chance to distance yourself from them.. but no.. this blind loyalty.. oh I'm sorry.. mutual respect keeps you tethered to them like a child and his security blanket.
Speaking of this mutual respect thing, did you go to war with Kole and we all missed it? Because I clearly remember you following him around and doing his bidding like a puppy, just like you did for Charlie, whom you apparently had this huge war with that nobody cared about. Course, it wasn't for that long. Must not have been feeding you the right treats.
You're a camp follower Doc.
You couldn't beat Charlie, despite you believing that you're the best, so you signed on to be his lackey. Just another example of you running away from adversity.
Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.
You think you can take my career, that somehow you beating me this week will suddenly make people forget about me. People don't remember you because you win a match, kiddo.
They remember you because you give them a show.
That's why after fifteen years, I'm still here, and so many men like you have faded away into obscurity. Starting that endless climb and giving up when they feel the strain of the incline.
Some people just don't have it Doc. And as things have been, you're not looking like one of the ones that do.
You want to know what you'll be remembered for. Hold on, put together a little video package. for you.
(There was a bed, with 2 people sleeping on it. The one on the left, the bigger of the two and clearly the man, suddenly sat bolt upright. His face was shining in the dim light with sweat. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and the woman next to him stirred.)
Tara: Angel..? What's the matter?
(The couple were Angel, nCw General Manager, and Tara Fenix.)
Angel: ....Doc...
Tara: What about him...?
(Angel started rocking back and forth.)
Angel: Keeper...
(An image of the crypt keeper mask appear on screen, a plastic foot covered in mayonaise in the mouth of the mask.)
Angel: Haunts me.. forever...
(Back to the promo.)
Like to thank Angel for agreeing to do that. I know most of you are wondering what the hell that is, but look up the Angel promo from like a year and a half ago. It's funny as hell. I'm sure Doc remembers, since he spends all his time sitting on the web watching promos in between Julia Bond videos. So just ask him for the link if you see him online.
That's what you'll be remembered for.
Remembered for the day Angel made fun of you so hard that you half assed that match, and ran away from nCw for a short while thereafter. Then came back and claimed it never happened. Of course you'll gloss over this again, pretend that it doesn't matter and you were all hyped to go to war with Angel. A war you lost because you didn't stick around..
News flash, you'd of lost anyway.
But I'm sure you'll dipped into your arsenal of tired cliche'd comebacks and whatnot. But hey, if you're looking for a war with me. The answer is no..
Because I don't care enough.
You're not even a blip on my radar kiddo. Try sticking around for a couple months, then get back to me.
By this point, you're wondering where is my retort for anything you said in your third promo.
It's not here.
Because I haven't watched it.
Because I don't give a **** about you.
You already Ace'd me once. I wasn't going to stand for it a second time. So I'm sure there was some humor in it, watching you bumbling around, trying to stretch logic to it's breaking point to make sense.
Call someone who cares.
Cuz that ain't me.
I'm Falcon, Kyle Braddock, my name, my face, my paint, known worldwide..
You're just Doc.. nobody cares to learn any more.
I'm.. like a bag of Doritos, you're store brand tortilla chips. Cheap, lower grade, and completely forgettable.
But you'll learn to live with it.. when you grow up.
Doc Keeper.
I lament that people don't listen, that doesn't prove my advice is flawed. The fact that people don't listen to it and suffer, proves that it's sound.
I apologized to Zelda for striking her with my fist, because I am certain that I could have handled that better, and I didn't. Listing off the reasons for why I was out there to stop her in the first place, doesn't mean I think what I did was ok, it only promotes understanding for the incident, which is all I asked for.
Now, I'm going to spend the rest of this time, doing what I rarely do.
Mocking you.
Because I'm done helping you.
But, after this obligatory part of the promo that has nothing to do with you, and will only serve to annoy you because you have to wait through it. Shhh, nobody tell him about fast forward, because he's too dim witted to figure it out.
My soldiers rise
Protecting me from all my enemies
[/center][/i]Protecting me from all my enemies
*-*-*-*Friday*-*-*-*
(It was 8 o'clock, and Falcon was standing on the doorstep of the house next door. It was actually a bit of a walk from his front door, down his walkway, down the sidewalk, then up her walkway to get here, but it had rained recently and he didn't want his sneakers all covered in grass stains. During the walk, he'd debated heavily on just turning around, doing something else with his time, but.. he just..
Had to know.. you know?)
Falcon: What kind of crap are you going to find yourself in today boy-o...
(He raised his hand and rapped on the front door, the very act of knocking pushing the unlocked and partially open door fully ajar. Music was coming from inside. Falcon half expected it to be soft, ballad-y type music to make him feel at ease, but it was.. metal. Odd.)
Falcon: Who... tries a seduction game listening to In This Moment?
Woman: That would be me..
(Falcon turned, looking through a doorway into a foyer. There was a small table set between two high backed velvet chairs. We can't see the woman's upper body, as the view is convienently blocked by Falcons shoulder. Her shapely legs were visible under his arm, showing she was wearing a white dress with a slit almost to her hip.)
Falcon: Nice touch.. you did all this for little old me? I'm flattered.
Woman: I tried. Won't you join me for dinner?
(Falcon hesitated, thoughts running through his head. Then he wondered what he was worrying about. There was nobody to impress. Nobody to care what he did or didn't do. Nor did it matter to him who thought what. Sure, if someone tried to tell him they thought what he was doing was stupid, he'd listen and assess it. But so far.. nobody'd said a word.)
Falcon: ...I'd like that...
Woman: Goodie. I hope you like ham.
Falcon: Who doesn't...
I know you had to go, it's my war not yours
I know you had to go, it's easy to ignore
I know you had to go, we're not all bred for the battleground
[/center][/i]I know you had to go, it's easy to ignore
I know you had to go, we're not all bred for the battleground
So, tell me Lord and Master of all things (il)logical. What does it feel like to shove an entire nCw paycheck up your nose? Or in your arm.. or whatever new thing you kids are into these days. That's the hot new thing for kids these days, right..? What new high they can get themselves into?
Snorted any spray cans? Free based some new painkiller?
Anything to pass the time and forget that you were supposed to grow the **** up right? Anything you can do to deny responsibiliy for a little while longer.
Time to grow up, Doc. You can hide behind all the labels you throw on other people, the one person you've never looked at is yourself.
You called me a fake and a fraud, for not living up to the labels other people gave me. You placed those things over my head, because someone else did, and then tried to make a point that I failed to be what I never wanted to be in the first place.
Yea, and I'm the moron who misconstrues thing.
Meanwhile, Doc the paragon of truth, gets to play the role of the twenty year old college nobody and expects that because his take on things is different than everyone elses, we should all just bow down and praise him.
That only happens in Bazaaro world, also known as Young Guns Magical Mystery theme park. Where nobody has to grow up, and people can do whatever stupid, selfish, assanine act they want and then cry when repercussions come their way. Charlie fought so hard to get me suspended when he realized I was coming for him, and yet, when the suspension happened, what did I do? I took it like a man.. now you tell me who's the grown up there.
I didn't attack Brad Kane just because he was World Champ.
I didn't assault Kelly just because Leonard denied wittle Chawies demand for a title shot.
I left those piss ant tactics to the professionsals. And you had the chance to distance yourself from them.. but no.. this blind loyalty.. oh I'm sorry.. mutual respect keeps you tethered to them like a child and his security blanket.
Speaking of this mutual respect thing, did you go to war with Kole and we all missed it? Because I clearly remember you following him around and doing his bidding like a puppy, just like you did for Charlie, whom you apparently had this huge war with that nobody cared about. Course, it wasn't for that long. Must not have been feeding you the right treats.
You're a camp follower Doc.
You couldn't beat Charlie, despite you believing that you're the best, so you signed on to be his lackey. Just another example of you running away from adversity.
Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong.
You think you can take my career, that somehow you beating me this week will suddenly make people forget about me. People don't remember you because you win a match, kiddo.
They remember you because you give them a show.
That's why after fifteen years, I'm still here, and so many men like you have faded away into obscurity. Starting that endless climb and giving up when they feel the strain of the incline.
Some people just don't have it Doc. And as things have been, you're not looking like one of the ones that do.
You want to know what you'll be remembered for. Hold on, put together a little video package. for you.
(There was a bed, with 2 people sleeping on it. The one on the left, the bigger of the two and clearly the man, suddenly sat bolt upright. His face was shining in the dim light with sweat. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and the woman next to him stirred.)
Tara: Angel..? What's the matter?
(The couple were Angel, nCw General Manager, and Tara Fenix.)
Angel: ....Doc...
Tara: What about him...?
(Angel started rocking back and forth.)
Angel: Keeper...
(An image of the crypt keeper mask appear on screen, a plastic foot covered in mayonaise in the mouth of the mask.)
Angel: Haunts me.. forever...
(Back to the promo.)
Like to thank Angel for agreeing to do that. I know most of you are wondering what the hell that is, but look up the Angel promo from like a year and a half ago. It's funny as hell. I'm sure Doc remembers, since he spends all his time sitting on the web watching promos in between Julia Bond videos. So just ask him for the link if you see him online.
That's what you'll be remembered for.
Remembered for the day Angel made fun of you so hard that you half assed that match, and ran away from nCw for a short while thereafter. Then came back and claimed it never happened. Of course you'll gloss over this again, pretend that it doesn't matter and you were all hyped to go to war with Angel. A war you lost because you didn't stick around..
News flash, you'd of lost anyway.
But I'm sure you'll dipped into your arsenal of tired cliche'd comebacks and whatnot. But hey, if you're looking for a war with me. The answer is no..
Because I don't care enough.
You're not even a blip on my radar kiddo. Try sticking around for a couple months, then get back to me.
By this point, you're wondering where is my retort for anything you said in your third promo.
It's not here.
Because I haven't watched it.
Because I don't give a **** about you.
You already Ace'd me once. I wasn't going to stand for it a second time. So I'm sure there was some humor in it, watching you bumbling around, trying to stretch logic to it's breaking point to make sense.
Call someone who cares.
Cuz that ain't me.
I'm Falcon, Kyle Braddock, my name, my face, my paint, known worldwide..
You're just Doc.. nobody cares to learn any more.
I'm.. like a bag of Doritos, you're store brand tortilla chips. Cheap, lower grade, and completely forgettable.
But you'll learn to live with it.. when you grow up.
Doc Keeper.
This is my War
There is no surrender
No fear, No more
I'll never stand down
This is my war
You will all remember
Hear me now, I'm calling out
I built myself a ****ing Iron Army
[/center][/i]There is no surrender
No fear, No more
I'll never stand down
This is my war
You will all remember
Hear me now, I'm calling out
I built myself a ****ing Iron Army