Post by Falcon on Mar 3, 2012 22:30:13 GMT -6
I've spent years of my life, under this assertion that this business was not just a company. It was a lifestyle. It was a lifestyle that didn't know how to be controlled or contained. It didn't know mercy or compassion if you wronged it. It could be the greatest gift or the worst nightmare, and the choice was entirely up to you. [/i]
-Boston Herald, June 1996 Article: Dreams do come true
"Local city and state martial arts champion, Kyle Braddock has a new name now, and that name is Falcon. You may be thinking it's some weird trend, but it's just a normal name in the world of pro wrestling. When asked about it, Kyle had this to say.
'This is my dream, to fight the best in the world in a sport that knows no boundaries by discipline or nation. In the ring, I feel at home.'
This is a sport that didn't tolerate cheap roads or short cuts. It didn't allow or accept anybody exploting a loophole or an un-used opening. No, this sport would let you know who the master was, and if you didn't like it, too bad.. it didn't care. It didn't give a damn about your name, your background, or what you could do outside the ring. The more you tried to take from it without earning it, the more it took from you. [/i]
-KPPX Radio, July 1996 Boston College
"So, I'm sittin there, watchin this show. And all of a sudden this dude comes out in all black with facepaint. And I'm lookin at him, like yea.. I could take that guy.. and then it hit me.."
"What? How much wrestling sucks?"
"No, I realized I knew him.. some kid I went to high school with. I mean, I always knew he was a weirdo.. but jeez he's just begging to get himself killed."
"Maybe he will and you can always be like.. hey I knew a celebrity."
Call it whatever... karma, payback, vengeance, a magical cloud wizard. It doesn't matter what you label it. You can try to get a one up on the business, try to forge yourself ahead with any means neccessary. It will come back to haunt you. The business is eternal, it has nothing but time. Nothing to do but wait, and doesn't care how long it takes. It will wait until the absolute pinnacle. It will wait until you find out what really matters.. and then simply.. take it away. Seeing it coming is slim, preventing it.. your chances are zero.
So the real problem becomes.. do you sacrifice tomorrow for today?
Or do you realize that tomorrow is all you have left. [/i]
How do you do it?
Do what?
You're so passionate about so many things.. and yet, you've never crossed that line into obsession.
Awww, are you worried about me?
That's the thing, I'm not. I don't know how you're so strong like that.
You're pretty strong yourself there missy.
Please.. one jilted lover and one jealous redneck and suddenly I was dying my hair and trying to sleep with everyone's husband just to hurt them. No, I'd say I'm obsessive.
I don't know.. some people would say the way I went after Steve, or Charlie would be "obsessive".
You did what you had to, and that was it. Some people.. lose sight of themselves and become someone else.. you're always.. just you..
It's what you have to do. The only person you have your entire life is yourself. No sense selling it out for any belt, any prize.. anything as silly as that.
There's your lesson of the day Trent. But you'll gloss that over. In your head, everything you've done is just another way to lash out at people who wronged you. All of that is just another piece of the puzzle, another wah wah woe is me moment. Let me ask you something...
Who are you?
Because what I see, you don't even know. You're so caught up in just being handed a spot in the hall of fame, that you've entirely forgotten why you signed up in the first place. Just think, if this one silly thing is so important to you, that you'd basically throw away everything you built.
You think people still love you and your antics? They've forgotten totally about it. Because when they got excited for your many returns, each time all you've done was cry like a child and scream for mommy to make everything all better.
Why are you attacking all of us? Why come at me, because someone else said Trent doesn't get this. Gee, that's real smart Helms.. that's like attacking the mailman because your company forgot to mail your paycheck on time. You're picking fights with the wrong people.
You could put a gun to my head, and I still wouldn't vouch for your hall of fame induction.
Do you want to know why?
Because I don't reward people for whining, crying and bitching over petty jealously. Remember that headline you wasted our time with? Where you listed off each and every single one of us and how you deserved it and they didn't..
We'll ignore that they were the most half assed garbage reasons ever for now..
What did you say to me? Oh, that's right.. You earned it Falcon, Good job.
So what the **** changed Trent?
What? Suddenly, nothing I did mattered anymore? Everything that caused you to say that the first time vanished into thin air?
No, it didn't. What changed is the fact that someone else proved that the only member of 'old class' from 2008 who didn't lose a step was you. The only one who was weak and frail, was you. The only one not built like the rest of us.. was you.
And you can't stand that.
Trent Helms can't be the man out of place. Trent Helms has to be the guy who every one looks at in awe.
That isn't you anymore.
And whining and crying over this stupid Hall of Fame thing, isn't the way to go about it. In fact, it only makes it worse. I mean, how can I take a man seriously, who's sole mission is to attack people who have bled more for this company in six months than he has his entire career.
I can't.
I won't.
I refuse.
You're going to get your match with me Helms, and when I'm done beating and breaking you inside that ring, maybe then you'll realize that I didn't do it out of spite. I didn't do it out of anger or hatred, I did it because you tried to find the shortcut up the mountain. And the business bitch slapped you back into your place and told you to sit the hell down and shut up.
Yea, it might not be fair or right. But it's what you deserve.
No matter what happens, you won't ever hear me say when this is over that you deserve anything like a Hall of Fame slot. But I'll admit right now, that if you show me the courage and heart you keep screaming at us that you possess, maybe when it's all over.. I'll respect you.
But you're gonna have to dig deep.
And find out if you're still that man.
Because I know who I am. I know where I come from, where I've been, and where I'm headed. And I know the only real difference between us talent wise, is that when things get tough.. and when the road ahead seems impossibly stacked with challenge.. I move forward. When the hand of fate knocks me down, and beats me to within an inch of death..
I... get... back... up...
Can't say the same for you.
See you in the ring, Helms.
-Boston Herald, June 1996 Article: Dreams do come true
"Local city and state martial arts champion, Kyle Braddock has a new name now, and that name is Falcon. You may be thinking it's some weird trend, but it's just a normal name in the world of pro wrestling. When asked about it, Kyle had this to say.
'This is my dream, to fight the best in the world in a sport that knows no boundaries by discipline or nation. In the ring, I feel at home.'
This is a sport that didn't tolerate cheap roads or short cuts. It didn't allow or accept anybody exploting a loophole or an un-used opening. No, this sport would let you know who the master was, and if you didn't like it, too bad.. it didn't care. It didn't give a damn about your name, your background, or what you could do outside the ring. The more you tried to take from it without earning it, the more it took from you. [/i]
-KPPX Radio, July 1996 Boston College
"So, I'm sittin there, watchin this show. And all of a sudden this dude comes out in all black with facepaint. And I'm lookin at him, like yea.. I could take that guy.. and then it hit me.."
"What? How much wrestling sucks?"
"No, I realized I knew him.. some kid I went to high school with. I mean, I always knew he was a weirdo.. but jeez he's just begging to get himself killed."
"Maybe he will and you can always be like.. hey I knew a celebrity."
Call it whatever... karma, payback, vengeance, a magical cloud wizard. It doesn't matter what you label it. You can try to get a one up on the business, try to forge yourself ahead with any means neccessary. It will come back to haunt you. The business is eternal, it has nothing but time. Nothing to do but wait, and doesn't care how long it takes. It will wait until the absolute pinnacle. It will wait until you find out what really matters.. and then simply.. take it away. Seeing it coming is slim, preventing it.. your chances are zero.
So the real problem becomes.. do you sacrifice tomorrow for today?
Or do you realize that tomorrow is all you have left. [/i]
How do you do it?
Do what?
You're so passionate about so many things.. and yet, you've never crossed that line into obsession.
Awww, are you worried about me?
That's the thing, I'm not. I don't know how you're so strong like that.
You're pretty strong yourself there missy.
Please.. one jilted lover and one jealous redneck and suddenly I was dying my hair and trying to sleep with everyone's husband just to hurt them. No, I'd say I'm obsessive.
I don't know.. some people would say the way I went after Steve, or Charlie would be "obsessive".
You did what you had to, and that was it. Some people.. lose sight of themselves and become someone else.. you're always.. just you..
It's what you have to do. The only person you have your entire life is yourself. No sense selling it out for any belt, any prize.. anything as silly as that.
There's your lesson of the day Trent. But you'll gloss that over. In your head, everything you've done is just another way to lash out at people who wronged you. All of that is just another piece of the puzzle, another wah wah woe is me moment. Let me ask you something...
Who are you?
Because what I see, you don't even know. You're so caught up in just being handed a spot in the hall of fame, that you've entirely forgotten why you signed up in the first place. Just think, if this one silly thing is so important to you, that you'd basically throw away everything you built.
You think people still love you and your antics? They've forgotten totally about it. Because when they got excited for your many returns, each time all you've done was cry like a child and scream for mommy to make everything all better.
Why are you attacking all of us? Why come at me, because someone else said Trent doesn't get this. Gee, that's real smart Helms.. that's like attacking the mailman because your company forgot to mail your paycheck on time. You're picking fights with the wrong people.
You could put a gun to my head, and I still wouldn't vouch for your hall of fame induction.
Do you want to know why?
Because I don't reward people for whining, crying and bitching over petty jealously. Remember that headline you wasted our time with? Where you listed off each and every single one of us and how you deserved it and they didn't..
We'll ignore that they were the most half assed garbage reasons ever for now..
What did you say to me? Oh, that's right.. You earned it Falcon, Good job.
So what the **** changed Trent?
What? Suddenly, nothing I did mattered anymore? Everything that caused you to say that the first time vanished into thin air?
No, it didn't. What changed is the fact that someone else proved that the only member of 'old class' from 2008 who didn't lose a step was you. The only one who was weak and frail, was you. The only one not built like the rest of us.. was you.
And you can't stand that.
Trent Helms can't be the man out of place. Trent Helms has to be the guy who every one looks at in awe.
That isn't you anymore.
And whining and crying over this stupid Hall of Fame thing, isn't the way to go about it. In fact, it only makes it worse. I mean, how can I take a man seriously, who's sole mission is to attack people who have bled more for this company in six months than he has his entire career.
I can't.
I won't.
I refuse.
You're going to get your match with me Helms, and when I'm done beating and breaking you inside that ring, maybe then you'll realize that I didn't do it out of spite. I didn't do it out of anger or hatred, I did it because you tried to find the shortcut up the mountain. And the business bitch slapped you back into your place and told you to sit the hell down and shut up.
Yea, it might not be fair or right. But it's what you deserve.
No matter what happens, you won't ever hear me say when this is over that you deserve anything like a Hall of Fame slot. But I'll admit right now, that if you show me the courage and heart you keep screaming at us that you possess, maybe when it's all over.. I'll respect you.
But you're gonna have to dig deep.
And find out if you're still that man.
Because I know who I am. I know where I come from, where I've been, and where I'm headed. And I know the only real difference between us talent wise, is that when things get tough.. and when the road ahead seems impossibly stacked with challenge.. I move forward. When the hand of fate knocks me down, and beats me to within an inch of death..
I... get... back... up...
Can't say the same for you.
See you in the ring, Helms.
