Post by Falcon on Apr 5, 2012 21:02:30 GMT -6
There's two types of people who fight.
Scrappers..
And Fighters..
A scrapper is someone who fights for all the wrong reasons. They fight because they're angry, they fight because they want to show off their ego, or they fight because they just want to hurt someone. A fight to them isn't a test of self, it's a way to unleash their pent up aggression at someone, most of the time they'll find someone weaker than themselves.
They can be untrained, or trained, it doesn't matter. To them, learning Martial Arts, and by that I mean the real definition of the Art of Fighting, not necessarily just the arts of the far east, but to them.. a martial art is a way to "whoop ass". It's someone who will teach you how to hurt another human being, in a methodical manner, that can be abused into being cruel. You see these guys on your TV, at those MMA events. The guys who never shut up, and are the first to throw a fist if they feel slighted...
You ever wonder why you never see anybody using karate or kung fu on any of those MMA shows?
Because those people have better things to do with their time.
Those people are fighters. A fighter is a scrapper that has gotten over their petty adolescent nonsense, risen above things like ego and hatred, and has discovered the real fudamental fact of what a martial art is supposed to be about.
At first you make peace with your self, and then you can make peace with your enemy.
I learned that, very early in life, when my sensei asked me on that first day of why I was here. I told him that I struggled with every day life, and I needed a reason to be out of the house. He looked at me plainly, and said..
You are in turmoil, this is good.. this I can help you with. A wise man understands that people are who they are, and changing them through fear or force, is not true change at all.
I didn't understand what he meant by that for a long time. Until I realized that to be happy in my situation.. I needed to be happy being me.
It hasn't always been the easiest of roads, it hasn't always been sunshine and breadsticks..
But I've always been me..
How many of you can say the same?
Not many.
(Ayla threw down the issue of PEOPLE magazine, and sighed for the billionth time. Falcon glanced up from the Sports Illustrated he'd been reading, then back at it.)
Falcon: Bored?
Ayla: No, why do you ask?
Falcon: Because that was the fourth time you've thrown down that magazine with that same tired sigh. I'd imagine in about three seconds you'll start playing apps on your phone and...
(She stopped playing with her phone and looked at him. He smiled. She threw him an Falcon: You, you know it all smirk, then went back to her phone.)
Ayla: Is it always like this?
Falcon: Pretty much. He's one of the most reknowned sports physicians in this area, an area that hosts a dozen pro and semi pro teams, so he's bound to be pretty busy.
Ayla: Bet you never asked for special treatment.
Falcon: Nope.
Ayla: Le sigh.
(Seconds ticked away slowly. She shoved her phone back in her pocket and picked up the same issue of people, and thumbed threw it again. After the first few page turns she threw it back on the desk. Her attention was distracted by jingling metal, and she looked up to see him holding the car keys out for her to take.)
Ayla: What?
Falcon: You're clearly bored waiting, go for a drive.. go visit Mike and Aly, if they're home..
Ayla: I would.. but isn't Mike like.. the enemy this week? Would seem kind of weird to just drop in on him.. Don't want him to think you sent me to sabotage him or something..
(He laughed out loud, causing a glance from everyone in the immediate vicinity before the incident was forgotten about.)
Falcon: Mike? He wouldn't think that.. see Mike and I are what some of these others in this business aren't.
Ayla: Stupidly crazy?
(He tilted his head, and she grinned innocently.)
Falcon: Well, that too.. but we're professionals. He and I both know that we can stay true to ourselves both inside the ring and out. Like that one night back in 09.
Ayla: What happened then?
Falcon: Well, after beating each other violently and senselessly, when everyone was sure I was going to continue to beat him even after winning..
I helped him back up.
Do you remember that night Micheal? You claimed it was the night your career turned around.
The night that I gave you new life. The night we stood together and said that we would not allow those who worked for it to get shafted out of what they deserved. That nobody would put in effort and get back nothing but half hearted excuses and suffer the wraths of favoritism.
Do you remember that, Mike?
Because I do.
I remember a Spike Kane that wouldn't sit there and gloss over that fact. I remember a Spike Kane that would have at least acknowledge that while he founded nCw, at least mostly, he was not the only one.
A Spike Kane that would realize when he walked away, he left the burden on my shoulders. And I never faltered.. so that when he was ready to come back, he had a home to come back to.
But no.. I get this. I can handle the claims of being the best, because that's merely second nature. I can handle you basically even glossing over the fact that I'm in this match. And not just in it because I happened by. In it for the same reason you are..
Because if you're going to fight for something, you want the fight to be worthwhile. That's why I'm here.. because you're here.. and Ricky's here.. and Will's here.. and I suppose on some small level, the other two are here as well. And I don't want ho hum drum Spike Kane who's so blinded by pride that he just glosses over what he should be paying attention to most.
You want the title of gladiator? You're going to have to go through me, whether you believe I'm here or not.
But don't worry, we'll still be friends afterwards.
Dr. Cayman: Thank you for waiting, Kyle.
Falcon: Of course.
Dr. Cayman: Ok, so I've been reviewing your chart here, I know it's been a while since you've been to see me.
Falcon: I haven't had too much in the way of real concerns. Nothing the medical staff can't handle on a weekly basis.
Dr. Cayman: Well, I still like to see my patients every few months, especially those in high risk jobs. Never know what we might catch that they might miss.
Falcon: Well, sorry.. just been enjoying life you know.
Dr. Cayman: Everything going well?
Falcon: Perfect.
Dr. Cayman: That's good. I saw your companion out there, beautiful lady. Can't help think I've seen her somewhere before.
Falcon: Well, it's either nCw TV.. a soap opera that only ran in Canda.. or a nude photo shoot.
(The Doctor's face colored as he realize just exactly where he'd seen Ayla at. But he composed himself.)
Dr. Cayman: Must be the canadian soap, all those new cable channels.
Falcon: Of course.
Dr. Cayman: Let's just looksee here.. It says that they had you down for an MRI recently..
Falcon: Strange, I don't recall having one.
Dr. Cayman: I see there are no attached results. Well, I think we should have one just to be safe.. there's a note here that I don't like.
Falcon: That says?
Dr. Cayman: I'd... rather not say until we can confirm it with a scan. Can you do it today?
Falcon: Sure. Let me just let Ayla know.
Why do I have this terrible feeling?
People keep asking me, what do I need to prove? What do I have left to do that I haven't done already, most often of times more than once? The answer to that question is wholy dependant on who you are thinking I'm proving anything to..
If it's the person asking the question, I don't have to prove anything to you. My track record, as well as the way I carry myself on a day to day basis proves worlds to the person asking the question. They're instead simply asking.. what am I after.
If it's in regards to the fans, or management, or another outside perspective, the answer is nothing. Sounds like the same, but it isn't. The first group, I wasn't obligated to prove anything just for their sake, this one, they weren't demanding it, they simply took it as it came.
I've proved everything I could, to the people who matter.
Thus, the only thing I have left to prove is to myself. That I am who I keep saying I am. That I do what I keep saying I will do.
I've never wrestled for the sake of being the best, or the champion.
I simply AM the best, because I put more in, than I expect back.
So when a man like Ricky Johnson, a smart man, questions why I'm even here, in this match.. I feel the need to point a few facts.
You think Spike and I weaseled our way into this match? We were invited.
Why? Because we have nothing left to prove...
And you have everything to prove.
Even you, someone who's been around, doing all the things you do. I explained why I wore the mask. Hell, I explain everything I do in great detail most of the times. But it seems that as smart as you are, you don't really listen, do you? I was asked if I wanted to take part.. and if you knew anything about me at all.. you'd know that the fighter in me wouldn't.. couldn't resist.
We're expected to win.. You're expected to overcome the odds. So, yea.. I admire the whole "I'll do anything to win, even if it means hurting myself to put you down."
So the real question for you is..
What will you do, when you realize that you could kill yourself in that ring..
And I'd still get back up?
You can pretend to be the big fish, mock me for what happened with Trent, call me all these names..
But I'm still here.. and no matter what your words are, you still have to get by me.
You're clearly not ready for that.
Pro wrestling has called me like a siren calls a mariner, for as long as I can remember, and after fifteen years of seeing everything and anything that could happen in and outside the ring, I'm still here.
I'm never going away.
Unless it's in a black bag.
But even still..
There's always that lingering feeling.
Scrappers..
And Fighters..
A scrapper is someone who fights for all the wrong reasons. They fight because they're angry, they fight because they want to show off their ego, or they fight because they just want to hurt someone. A fight to them isn't a test of self, it's a way to unleash their pent up aggression at someone, most of the time they'll find someone weaker than themselves.
They can be untrained, or trained, it doesn't matter. To them, learning Martial Arts, and by that I mean the real definition of the Art of Fighting, not necessarily just the arts of the far east, but to them.. a martial art is a way to "whoop ass". It's someone who will teach you how to hurt another human being, in a methodical manner, that can be abused into being cruel. You see these guys on your TV, at those MMA events. The guys who never shut up, and are the first to throw a fist if they feel slighted...
You ever wonder why you never see anybody using karate or kung fu on any of those MMA shows?
Because those people have better things to do with their time.
Those people are fighters. A fighter is a scrapper that has gotten over their petty adolescent nonsense, risen above things like ego and hatred, and has discovered the real fudamental fact of what a martial art is supposed to be about.
At first you make peace with your self, and then you can make peace with your enemy.
I learned that, very early in life, when my sensei asked me on that first day of why I was here. I told him that I struggled with every day life, and I needed a reason to be out of the house. He looked at me plainly, and said..
You are in turmoil, this is good.. this I can help you with. A wise man understands that people are who they are, and changing them through fear or force, is not true change at all.
I didn't understand what he meant by that for a long time. Until I realized that to be happy in my situation.. I needed to be happy being me.
It hasn't always been the easiest of roads, it hasn't always been sunshine and breadsticks..
But I've always been me..
How many of you can say the same?
Not many.
I'm everything you've wanted
I am the one who's haunting you
I am the eyes inside of you
Stare back at you
[/center][/i]I am the one who's haunting you
I am the eyes inside of you
Stare back at you
(Ayla threw down the issue of PEOPLE magazine, and sighed for the billionth time. Falcon glanced up from the Sports Illustrated he'd been reading, then back at it.)
Falcon: Bored?
Ayla: No, why do you ask?
Falcon: Because that was the fourth time you've thrown down that magazine with that same tired sigh. I'd imagine in about three seconds you'll start playing apps on your phone and...
(She stopped playing with her phone and looked at him. He smiled. She threw him an Falcon: You, you know it all smirk, then went back to her phone.)
Ayla: Is it always like this?
Falcon: Pretty much. He's one of the most reknowned sports physicians in this area, an area that hosts a dozen pro and semi pro teams, so he's bound to be pretty busy.
Ayla: Bet you never asked for special treatment.
Falcon: Nope.
Ayla: Le sigh.
(Seconds ticked away slowly. She shoved her phone back in her pocket and picked up the same issue of people, and thumbed threw it again. After the first few page turns she threw it back on the desk. Her attention was distracted by jingling metal, and she looked up to see him holding the car keys out for her to take.)
Ayla: What?
Falcon: You're clearly bored waiting, go for a drive.. go visit Mike and Aly, if they're home..
Ayla: I would.. but isn't Mike like.. the enemy this week? Would seem kind of weird to just drop in on him.. Don't want him to think you sent me to sabotage him or something..
(He laughed out loud, causing a glance from everyone in the immediate vicinity before the incident was forgotten about.)
Falcon: Mike? He wouldn't think that.. see Mike and I are what some of these others in this business aren't.
Ayla: Stupidly crazy?
(He tilted his head, and she grinned innocently.)
Falcon: Well, that too.. but we're professionals. He and I both know that we can stay true to ourselves both inside the ring and out. Like that one night back in 09.
Ayla: What happened then?
Falcon: Well, after beating each other violently and senselessly, when everyone was sure I was going to continue to beat him even after winning..
I helped him back up.
There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love
It's all you can do, yeah
[/center][/i]There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love
It's all you can do, yeah
Do you remember that night Micheal? You claimed it was the night your career turned around.
The night that I gave you new life. The night we stood together and said that we would not allow those who worked for it to get shafted out of what they deserved. That nobody would put in effort and get back nothing but half hearted excuses and suffer the wraths of favoritism.
Do you remember that, Mike?
Because I do.
I remember a Spike Kane that wouldn't sit there and gloss over that fact. I remember a Spike Kane that would have at least acknowledge that while he founded nCw, at least mostly, he was not the only one.
A Spike Kane that would realize when he walked away, he left the burden on my shoulders. And I never faltered.. so that when he was ready to come back, he had a home to come back to.
But no.. I get this. I can handle the claims of being the best, because that's merely second nature. I can handle you basically even glossing over the fact that I'm in this match. And not just in it because I happened by. In it for the same reason you are..
Because if you're going to fight for something, you want the fight to be worthwhile. That's why I'm here.. because you're here.. and Ricky's here.. and Will's here.. and I suppose on some small level, the other two are here as well. And I don't want ho hum drum Spike Kane who's so blinded by pride that he just glosses over what he should be paying attention to most.
You want the title of gladiator? You're going to have to go through me, whether you believe I'm here or not.
But don't worry, we'll still be friends afterwards.
What you got
What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
But I know, yeah ,I know
[/center][/i]What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
But I know, yeah ,I know
Dr. Cayman: Thank you for waiting, Kyle.
Falcon: Of course.
Dr. Cayman: Ok, so I've been reviewing your chart here, I know it's been a while since you've been to see me.
Falcon: I haven't had too much in the way of real concerns. Nothing the medical staff can't handle on a weekly basis.
Dr. Cayman: Well, I still like to see my patients every few months, especially those in high risk jobs. Never know what we might catch that they might miss.
Falcon: Well, sorry.. just been enjoying life you know.
Dr. Cayman: Everything going well?
Falcon: Perfect.
Dr. Cayman: That's good. I saw your companion out there, beautiful lady. Can't help think I've seen her somewhere before.
Falcon: Well, it's either nCw TV.. a soap opera that only ran in Canda.. or a nude photo shoot.
(The Doctor's face colored as he realize just exactly where he'd seen Ayla at. But he composed himself.)
Dr. Cayman: Must be the canadian soap, all those new cable channels.
Falcon: Of course.
Dr. Cayman: Let's just looksee here.. It says that they had you down for an MRI recently..
Falcon: Strange, I don't recall having one.
Dr. Cayman: I see there are no attached results. Well, I think we should have one just to be safe.. there's a note here that I don't like.
Falcon: That says?
Dr. Cayman: I'd... rather not say until we can confirm it with a scan. Can you do it today?
Falcon: Sure. Let me just let Ayla know.
Why do I have this terrible feeling?
It's time to redefine
Your deiphobic mind
Don't hesitate, no escape
From secrets on the inside
[/center][/i]Your deiphobic mind
Don't hesitate, no escape
From secrets on the inside
People keep asking me, what do I need to prove? What do I have left to do that I haven't done already, most often of times more than once? The answer to that question is wholy dependant on who you are thinking I'm proving anything to..
If it's the person asking the question, I don't have to prove anything to you. My track record, as well as the way I carry myself on a day to day basis proves worlds to the person asking the question. They're instead simply asking.. what am I after.
If it's in regards to the fans, or management, or another outside perspective, the answer is nothing. Sounds like the same, but it isn't. The first group, I wasn't obligated to prove anything just for their sake, this one, they weren't demanding it, they simply took it as it came.
I've proved everything I could, to the people who matter.
Thus, the only thing I have left to prove is to myself. That I am who I keep saying I am. That I do what I keep saying I will do.
I've never wrestled for the sake of being the best, or the champion.
I simply AM the best, because I put more in, than I expect back.
So when a man like Ricky Johnson, a smart man, questions why I'm even here, in this match.. I feel the need to point a few facts.
You think Spike and I weaseled our way into this match? We were invited.
Why? Because we have nothing left to prove...
And you have everything to prove.
Even you, someone who's been around, doing all the things you do. I explained why I wore the mask. Hell, I explain everything I do in great detail most of the times. But it seems that as smart as you are, you don't really listen, do you? I was asked if I wanted to take part.. and if you knew anything about me at all.. you'd know that the fighter in me wouldn't.. couldn't resist.
We're expected to win.. You're expected to overcome the odds. So, yea.. I admire the whole "I'll do anything to win, even if it means hurting myself to put you down."
So the real question for you is..
What will you do, when you realize that you could kill yourself in that ring..
And I'd still get back up?
You can pretend to be the big fish, mock me for what happened with Trent, call me all these names..
But I'm still here.. and no matter what your words are, you still have to get by me.
You're clearly not ready for that.
There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love
It's all you can do, yeah
[/center][/i]There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love
It's all you can do, yeah
Pro wrestling has called me like a siren calls a mariner, for as long as I can remember, and after fifteen years of seeing everything and anything that could happen in and outside the ring, I'm still here.
I'm never going away.
Unless it's in a black bag.
But even still..
There's always that lingering feeling.
What you got
What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
[/center][/i]What you want
What you need
Gonna be your savior
Everything's gonna crash and break
