Post by Falcon on Jun 16, 2012 22:46:04 GMT -6
Falcon: Well, this is awkward...
Not sure how I should take this. Sure, it was an honor to be considered to be someone's best man at their wedding, but this.. this was just a surprise. Spike, down on one knee, asking me a question.
No, this didn't look weird at all.
Falcon: You do realize this is Massachusetts and they do have civil unions here, and this looks really, really bad, right?
Spike: ...Yea..
Falcon: You also realize that you.. didn't have to do that to just ask a question right..?
Spike: Realizing it now...
Falcon: And they're staring at us..
Spike: Wait, what..?
I heard the giggles from the hall. Ayla and Aly had seen us and rather than interrupt they chose to just sit off in the distance and laugh at us. Spike was off his knee, covering up his fluster by coughing.
Spike: Well...?
Falcon: Sure...
Spike: Thanks...
The giggling came closer, almost peels of laughter at this point.
Ayla: Looks like you're on the outside looking in Aly...
Alysson: I know, almost like we should let them have their big day...
I watched Aly grab Ayla and pick her off the ground, twirling her about like one of those little music boxes. Ayla didn't protest at all, simply giggling until she was so red faced I thought she was suffocating.
Ayla: Then we can have ours!
I looked at Spike to find him looking at me. He shrugged, I shrugged, and we had a guy moment while they shared their female one. We waited as they took the time to catch their breath and regain their composure.
Ayla: Ahhh.. we're good now..
Falcon: Sure? We can leave you two alone for a minute or two..
Ayla: I wouldn't, that invites trouble...
Point taken.
Falcon: Alright then.. shall we just grab dinner and pretend none of this ever happened?
Alysson: Oh sure, we can go get dinner..
Ayla: But we'll never let you forget this.
Spike and I shared a look again.
Spike: Phenomenal...
Falcon: Just what I always wanted..
People, oddly enough, have Forgotten what they were supposed to remember.
This is about anything the people in this match would have you believe. At least, not for me it isn't. See, you all will sit there and say that we're just trying to push ourselves to the front, back into the limelight and the rest of you are going to be assed out. Your pride is whispering in your ear that you're being attacked in that way, that if you don't fight back you'll become an afterthought.
Oh, how little you actually remember.
When the Forgotten started, I was in the prime of my career here. The revolution was over, and the company was pulling itself away from the fires of war into a new direction, the direction where it didn't matter who you were, all that matters is how hard you fought.
You forgot that I lead that charge...
Adam Knite was King, everyone thought him to be unbeatable. People were afraid, afraid of failure, afraid to try out of fear of embarassment. I ended that and showed that it didn't matter what your name was, or how much prestige it may carry, all you needed was the will to survive, and an undying resolve.
I showed that the one guy everyone counted out, was the one guy who could stand up and face that fear, and persevere when all seemed lost. And look what happened.. you have guys like Todd Williams and Ricky Johnson calling themselves champions, because they no longer felt afraid to ask for what they deserved. They no longer felt the icy stare of condescension staring back at them when they demanded what they had earned.
I made all of that happen...
Cam Corvis went from the loner nobody gave a chance, to defeating Steve Awesome for the National title. Rob went on to have the longest singles championship reign in histrory, at least at the time, not sure if it still holds. All because I stood up and said these people earned their due, and I will not stand for them not getting it.
I made the world listen..
And this is what it's down to.
A dying division, walking man-childs.. it's time to make you remember that I will brook no threat to this company's spirit of competition. You want to talk about how good you are? I'll make you earn it. You want to say you represent the ideals of a whole nation? I'll make you prove it.
Sadly, most of you will simply fall short...
I don't care about the tag titles, or winning matches, or restoring my legacy.. I'm here to make you remember what you've forgotten.. and thinking that it's me you've forgotten..
Was your first mistake..
Friday. June 15th. Today I turned 34. Honestly, I had expected a surprise from Ayla, but nothing. She seemed like it was any other day. Spent a lot of time on the phone today, being again almost oblivious to my presence, and yet, not seeming to try and hide anything. One thing mot people don't realize about Ayla is that she talks the same to about everyone, so I could listen in and not hear one clue to who she's talking to. Almost seems intentional in a way. Another qwirk of hers I suppose. I hadn't heard a peep out of her for almost an hour, so I figured she must be sleeping. I didn't mind that, I didn't really feel like going out anyway. I turned off the TV and stood up.
Falcon: God it sucks getting old..
My musing was cut off by the doorbell.
Falcon: Now who the hell could that be...
I walked over to the door, and looked out the peephole. Three young female faces were staring at me. Too old to be girl scouts selling cookies. We didn't order anything, so no delivery.. So what the hell?
Falcon: What the crap...
Ayla: Are you getting the door?
I heard her yell from upstairs as I heard her footsteps make their way down.
Falcon: Yea, I got it!
I opened the door...
Woman: Happy birthday!
...To find three naked women standing on my doorstep. I know the little censor bars are blocking it from your view, but across their chests is spells "happy birthday" and the one in the middle is holding a cake.
Ayla: Oh, good they're here.
I turned my head to see Ayla stepping across the room, wearing an almost see through violet negligee. She stopped to give me a kiss, then stepped by me and took the cake.
Ayla: Thank you so much...
She handed them some cash, mainly hundreds as I saw, and then there was a pause.
Ayla: Sooo.. anyone feel like staying... I'm sure there's room.
Didn't need to be a rocket scientist to see the meaning behind that. The one in the middle, formed a pout.
Woman: Sorry, we're on a strict time limit and we're not allowed to mingle with the clientel.. buuut... I put our numbers on the bottom of that plate if you want to give us a call sometimes..
Ayla: Oh, I definitely will...
She closed the door, and turned, extending me the cake.
Ayla: Well, here's your cake.. though my whole fivesome idea bombed.. so all you get is me..
I took the cake and put it down on a table by the door. I took her into my arms, and leaned down to kiss her.
Falcon: You're all I need..
Ayla: Oh, you smooth talker..
You know, I had this whole spiel about how I was a little harsh against Simon and Gib. How I was unfairly harsh towards them, choosing to focus on the negative instead of looking at what they were doing. And well, I still have that spiel... but it's a bit different now.
Simon, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was disheartened by the whole way you were talking that I didn't look at how hard you've been working, and I apologize for that. For what it may still be worth, I'm still proud of how far you've come without me always harping over your shoulder. I look forward to seeing how well you fare in a match that I excel at, but I'm pretty sure you'll do alright..
Gib.. however, gets no such apology. I expect better out of you, hell, the world expects better out of you. A little childish? You've been acting like a drunken frat boy your entire life. People used to expect that out of Simon, but then again, he was in his 20s.. and look at him. He grew up. Your own tag partner, whom is close to half your age, is more mature than you.
And you want to bring up Zelda? Fine. But just remember, I may be the weirdo creep who deflowered and assaulted your daughter on live TV. Your the ****ing gutless coward who did absolutely nothing about it except sick some lackies on me. So, yea, you're right.. your the typical American.. swagger, threaten, push buttons and drop bombs, and let someone else get their hands dirty. Maybe if you weren't worried about who you could stick your dick into next, you wouldn't need a stupid gimmick like Harold or this America nonsense.. It's going to be real fun running circles around your ass this week, old man...
Ahhh.. rant over.. I feel better..
Moving on..
Did.. El Dragon.. a masked wrestler.. just say.. I hid under a mask..? Hold on, let me rewind that.
....
He totally did. Do you.. listen to yourself talk sometimes? Are you one of those people who can speak English well enough and doesn't actually know what half the words mean? Let's ignore for a moment his retarded hypocrisy, and continue. Let me spell it out for you.. The Forgotten.. means everyone gets their chance to shine. So, what have I been doing since my second world title reign?
Exactly that. The one point you fail to understand, is that my mark is made every time I step into the ring, when that music hits.. whether it's Adema, Spineshank or Hail the Villain.. people know I'm here. They don't remember.. because they did not forget me. The Forgotten is about all of us.. not just me.. or Spike.. Everyone.
Even you, as oblivious as you seem.
So spend all your time in bars.. standing behind a camera.. just throwing your insults.. I don't have to do a damn thing. Rules, no rules.. gimmicks.. no gimmicks.. I built a career on being adaptable.. and if you ever want to be tag champions again.. I suggest you do the same..
Comprende?
As for Bushido, well I sort of appreciate the surface respect backhanded insults as being kind of a clever way to go about it. But really, it's just more of the same. He, like everyone else, assumes that this is all about me.. or us.. or the tag belts. And that couldn't be further from the truth. But who am I to tell you what to think.. I'm simply going to carry myself the way I always have.. and like most times..
You'll see what I meant when the smoke clears..
Unfortunately, that's normall right after you lose. So, sorry in advance.
As for those criminals with the lovable accents, I told you what would happen. I warned you that simply thinking you would know us based on your assumptions meant you were walking face first into the bear trap.. and what do you know, I'm right. And now, it's round 2 for all of us.. we've all faced the other teams in one way or another..
And it's time to put that experience to use and test it further.. it's just simple fact.
We just happen to be better at it than most of you.
You guys wanna test me in the air? I'll show you how to fly..
Not sure how I should take this. Sure, it was an honor to be considered to be someone's best man at their wedding, but this.. this was just a surprise. Spike, down on one knee, asking me a question.
No, this didn't look weird at all.
Falcon: You do realize this is Massachusetts and they do have civil unions here, and this looks really, really bad, right?
Spike: ...Yea..
Falcon: You also realize that you.. didn't have to do that to just ask a question right..?
Spike: Realizing it now...
Falcon: And they're staring at us..
Spike: Wait, what..?
I heard the giggles from the hall. Ayla and Aly had seen us and rather than interrupt they chose to just sit off in the distance and laugh at us. Spike was off his knee, covering up his fluster by coughing.
Spike: Well...?
Falcon: Sure...
Spike: Thanks...
The giggling came closer, almost peels of laughter at this point.
Ayla: Looks like you're on the outside looking in Aly...
Alysson: I know, almost like we should let them have their big day...
I watched Aly grab Ayla and pick her off the ground, twirling her about like one of those little music boxes. Ayla didn't protest at all, simply giggling until she was so red faced I thought she was suffocating.
Ayla: Then we can have ours!
I looked at Spike to find him looking at me. He shrugged, I shrugged, and we had a guy moment while they shared their female one. We waited as they took the time to catch their breath and regain their composure.
Ayla: Ahhh.. we're good now..
Falcon: Sure? We can leave you two alone for a minute or two..
Ayla: I wouldn't, that invites trouble...
Point taken.
Falcon: Alright then.. shall we just grab dinner and pretend none of this ever happened?
Alysson: Oh sure, we can go get dinner..
Ayla: But we'll never let you forget this.
Spike and I shared a look again.
Spike: Phenomenal...
Falcon: Just what I always wanted..
People, oddly enough, have Forgotten what they were supposed to remember.
This is about anything the people in this match would have you believe. At least, not for me it isn't. See, you all will sit there and say that we're just trying to push ourselves to the front, back into the limelight and the rest of you are going to be assed out. Your pride is whispering in your ear that you're being attacked in that way, that if you don't fight back you'll become an afterthought.
Oh, how little you actually remember.
When the Forgotten started, I was in the prime of my career here. The revolution was over, and the company was pulling itself away from the fires of war into a new direction, the direction where it didn't matter who you were, all that matters is how hard you fought.
You forgot that I lead that charge...
Adam Knite was King, everyone thought him to be unbeatable. People were afraid, afraid of failure, afraid to try out of fear of embarassment. I ended that and showed that it didn't matter what your name was, or how much prestige it may carry, all you needed was the will to survive, and an undying resolve.
I showed that the one guy everyone counted out, was the one guy who could stand up and face that fear, and persevere when all seemed lost. And look what happened.. you have guys like Todd Williams and Ricky Johnson calling themselves champions, because they no longer felt afraid to ask for what they deserved. They no longer felt the icy stare of condescension staring back at them when they demanded what they had earned.
I made all of that happen...
Cam Corvis went from the loner nobody gave a chance, to defeating Steve Awesome for the National title. Rob went on to have the longest singles championship reign in histrory, at least at the time, not sure if it still holds. All because I stood up and said these people earned their due, and I will not stand for them not getting it.
I made the world listen..
And this is what it's down to.
A dying division, walking man-childs.. it's time to make you remember that I will brook no threat to this company's spirit of competition. You want to talk about how good you are? I'll make you earn it. You want to say you represent the ideals of a whole nation? I'll make you prove it.
Sadly, most of you will simply fall short...
I don't care about the tag titles, or winning matches, or restoring my legacy.. I'm here to make you remember what you've forgotten.. and thinking that it's me you've forgotten..
Was your first mistake..
Friday. June 15th. Today I turned 34. Honestly, I had expected a surprise from Ayla, but nothing. She seemed like it was any other day. Spent a lot of time on the phone today, being again almost oblivious to my presence, and yet, not seeming to try and hide anything. One thing mot people don't realize about Ayla is that she talks the same to about everyone, so I could listen in and not hear one clue to who she's talking to. Almost seems intentional in a way. Another qwirk of hers I suppose. I hadn't heard a peep out of her for almost an hour, so I figured she must be sleeping. I didn't mind that, I didn't really feel like going out anyway. I turned off the TV and stood up.
Falcon: God it sucks getting old..
My musing was cut off by the doorbell.
Falcon: Now who the hell could that be...
I walked over to the door, and looked out the peephole. Three young female faces were staring at me. Too old to be girl scouts selling cookies. We didn't order anything, so no delivery.. So what the hell?
Falcon: What the crap...
Ayla: Are you getting the door?
I heard her yell from upstairs as I heard her footsteps make their way down.
Falcon: Yea, I got it!
I opened the door...
Woman: Happy birthday!
...To find three naked women standing on my doorstep. I know the little censor bars are blocking it from your view, but across their chests is spells "happy birthday" and the one in the middle is holding a cake.
Ayla: Oh, good they're here.
I turned my head to see Ayla stepping across the room, wearing an almost see through violet negligee. She stopped to give me a kiss, then stepped by me and took the cake.
Ayla: Thank you so much...
She handed them some cash, mainly hundreds as I saw, and then there was a pause.
Ayla: Sooo.. anyone feel like staying... I'm sure there's room.
Didn't need to be a rocket scientist to see the meaning behind that. The one in the middle, formed a pout.
Woman: Sorry, we're on a strict time limit and we're not allowed to mingle with the clientel.. buuut... I put our numbers on the bottom of that plate if you want to give us a call sometimes..
Ayla: Oh, I definitely will...
She closed the door, and turned, extending me the cake.
Ayla: Well, here's your cake.. though my whole fivesome idea bombed.. so all you get is me..
I took the cake and put it down on a table by the door. I took her into my arms, and leaned down to kiss her.
Falcon: You're all I need..
Ayla: Oh, you smooth talker..
You know, I had this whole spiel about how I was a little harsh against Simon and Gib. How I was unfairly harsh towards them, choosing to focus on the negative instead of looking at what they were doing. And well, I still have that spiel... but it's a bit different now.
Simon, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was disheartened by the whole way you were talking that I didn't look at how hard you've been working, and I apologize for that. For what it may still be worth, I'm still proud of how far you've come without me always harping over your shoulder. I look forward to seeing how well you fare in a match that I excel at, but I'm pretty sure you'll do alright..
Gib.. however, gets no such apology. I expect better out of you, hell, the world expects better out of you. A little childish? You've been acting like a drunken frat boy your entire life. People used to expect that out of Simon, but then again, he was in his 20s.. and look at him. He grew up. Your own tag partner, whom is close to half your age, is more mature than you.
And you want to bring up Zelda? Fine. But just remember, I may be the weirdo creep who deflowered and assaulted your daughter on live TV. Your the ****ing gutless coward who did absolutely nothing about it except sick some lackies on me. So, yea, you're right.. your the typical American.. swagger, threaten, push buttons and drop bombs, and let someone else get their hands dirty. Maybe if you weren't worried about who you could stick your dick into next, you wouldn't need a stupid gimmick like Harold or this America nonsense.. It's going to be real fun running circles around your ass this week, old man...
Ahhh.. rant over.. I feel better..
Moving on..
Did.. El Dragon.. a masked wrestler.. just say.. I hid under a mask..? Hold on, let me rewind that.
....
He totally did. Do you.. listen to yourself talk sometimes? Are you one of those people who can speak English well enough and doesn't actually know what half the words mean? Let's ignore for a moment his retarded hypocrisy, and continue. Let me spell it out for you.. The Forgotten.. means everyone gets their chance to shine. So, what have I been doing since my second world title reign?
Exactly that. The one point you fail to understand, is that my mark is made every time I step into the ring, when that music hits.. whether it's Adema, Spineshank or Hail the Villain.. people know I'm here. They don't remember.. because they did not forget me. The Forgotten is about all of us.. not just me.. or Spike.. Everyone.
Even you, as oblivious as you seem.
So spend all your time in bars.. standing behind a camera.. just throwing your insults.. I don't have to do a damn thing. Rules, no rules.. gimmicks.. no gimmicks.. I built a career on being adaptable.. and if you ever want to be tag champions again.. I suggest you do the same..
Comprende?
As for Bushido, well I sort of appreciate the surface respect backhanded insults as being kind of a clever way to go about it. But really, it's just more of the same. He, like everyone else, assumes that this is all about me.. or us.. or the tag belts. And that couldn't be further from the truth. But who am I to tell you what to think.. I'm simply going to carry myself the way I always have.. and like most times..
You'll see what I meant when the smoke clears..
Unfortunately, that's normall right after you lose. So, sorry in advance.
As for those criminals with the lovable accents, I told you what would happen. I warned you that simply thinking you would know us based on your assumptions meant you were walking face first into the bear trap.. and what do you know, I'm right. And now, it's round 2 for all of us.. we've all faced the other teams in one way or another..
And it's time to put that experience to use and test it further.. it's just simple fact.
We just happen to be better at it than most of you.
You guys wanna test me in the air? I'll show you how to fly..
