Post by Falcon on Aug 18, 2012 17:52:34 GMT -6
You know something Sense. I had been trying to hours to figure out just why you'd come after me. It can't be something as simple as you'd like to think it is. A lot of people come back from past events and want to right the wrongs they feel done to them, so.. what? I'm supposed to believe that someone I wronged came back and just hired you to do their bidding?
Pull the other one.
No, I don't believe it for a second. You're going after something that will come out of this. So what is it? A favor? My spot? What kind of stupid game are you playing here? C'mon, you can tell me, the ball is already moving, you have the match you wanted, you have the chance to put me to rest for good, what's the point in keeping secrets? If I'm so condemned, fated to be destroyed by the almighty Lex Sense, then why bother holding anything back? Shouldn't I have at least have the courtesy to know why I'm so doomed?
Of course not, you won't tell me. And that's because either you don't know, or you are just a mindless drone following orders.
Either way, that's fine with me. It's quite funny how even though it's been more than a decade and a half since I started my wrestling career, some things simply refuse to change. It's countless how many times someone the size of Lex Sense looks around, sees the smaller guys like me, and gets all these crazy ideas in his head. Oh, he'll be easy to beat, look at how small he is! I'll just pick a fight with him and then I'll be on easy street! What can he possibly do to me? And so on and so forth. This innane assumption that size matters, that being seven feet tall and a wall of muscle is all that matters in not only just this business, but the world.
Let me ask you, is it fun being that stupidly naive? Or do you just do it because you don't know any better?
Judging by the fact you've been taking orders from some mystery man who can't fight his own battles, I'm going to go out on a limb and say the magic eight ball will say a resounding yes to the latter, and the fact that you seem to actually enjoy doing someone else's dirty work, yes as well to the former. Man, I wish you weren't so predictable, this might actually be fun then.
So what are you going to promise him this time? Going to drain the blood from my body and present my lifeless corpse to him as some sort of tribute offering? Going to break all my bones and leave me in a body cast for the rest of my natural life? How am I going to suffer this time? Please, Sense, I want you to tell me.
I need a good story to help me sleep at night. That's all your apparently good for. Broken promises and silly fairy tales. I've been waiting for someone to come break me for good for years now. The whole immortal thing isn't just a catchphrase..
It's a challenge.
I don't feel the need to offer you that challenge, as it's open to everyone, but looking at you, I just don't think you really have it in you. At this point in my career, I don't think anybody does. But go ahead, don't let me stop you from making all those threats and ultimatums. Don't let me get in the way of making all those promises to your secret boyfriend about how you'll avenge what's wrong in his life so he doesn't have to. Let me ask you something.
Do you honestly think I don't know?
Le sigh, as the french would say. Oh well, I suppose I should just sit here and wait for my inevitable destruction at your hands. I should just roll over and die like a good little boy so Sense doesn't disapoint his boy toy like he constantly disapoints Megan. Don't worry though, no amount of sausage can fill that void, not after what's already been done. So sad.
But hey, let me hear the story anyway, might be good for a laugh.
Cool story, bro. Needs more Dragons.
Or how the saying goes.
Ayla: Hmmm hmm hmmm.. hmmm.. hmm.. hmm.. hmmmm...
Ayla hummed along with some music in her head, even though the radio was playing some song or another. She'd been humming it a lot lately, and I almost found myself humming along with her. Once I asked her once what song it was, something by J. Cole she said. Name didn't ring any bells to me.
Ayla: Did you see the shirt she had on?
Falcon: Yes.
We were coming back from a night out with Aly and Spike. Ayla looked good, as she always had, but Aly was.. well, let's just say I don't know how she fit into that outfit. Ayla spent more time drooling over her than eating I thought.
Ayla: Did you like it?
Falcon: Sure.
Ayla: Hahaha.. you can admit, she's hot.
Falcon: Ok, I admit it. She's hot.
Ayla: But you only have eyes for me, is that right?
Falcon: Of course.
She leaned across the car, grabbing onto my shoulder, snuggling against me. I put my arm around her, trying to find a happy median between looking at her and the road.
Ayla: She invited me to come back to her place, and by me, I mean us.
Falcon: Why didn't you?
Ayla: Would you have come with me if I asked? Of course you would have, but would you have wanted to?
I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
Falcon: I want to be anywhere you are. Me and you.. Me you and her.. doesn't matter.
Ayla: That's why.
Falcon: That's why you didn't?
Ayla: Mhm, because it's me and you. Always. Even when I'm off doin my thing, when you're off doing your own thing. It always comes back to me and you. Against the world.
We drove in silence for a time. I've had a lot of people at my side, in fact I still do. But Ayla was special, unique in her own way, and I know she'd always be there no matter what happened. That, my friends, is a more comforting fact than anyone else knows.
Ayla: So, can I get one of those shirts?
Falcon: Are you sure you can fit in it? Maybe you need a different size.
Ayla: Hell no, I paid for these, if I want them popping out, that's my right.
Falcon: ...Whatever you say, darling.
Sometimes you learn not to argue as well.
Pull the other one.
No, I don't believe it for a second. You're going after something that will come out of this. So what is it? A favor? My spot? What kind of stupid game are you playing here? C'mon, you can tell me, the ball is already moving, you have the match you wanted, you have the chance to put me to rest for good, what's the point in keeping secrets? If I'm so condemned, fated to be destroyed by the almighty Lex Sense, then why bother holding anything back? Shouldn't I have at least have the courtesy to know why I'm so doomed?
Of course not, you won't tell me. And that's because either you don't know, or you are just a mindless drone following orders.
Either way, that's fine with me. It's quite funny how even though it's been more than a decade and a half since I started my wrestling career, some things simply refuse to change. It's countless how many times someone the size of Lex Sense looks around, sees the smaller guys like me, and gets all these crazy ideas in his head. Oh, he'll be easy to beat, look at how small he is! I'll just pick a fight with him and then I'll be on easy street! What can he possibly do to me? And so on and so forth. This innane assumption that size matters, that being seven feet tall and a wall of muscle is all that matters in not only just this business, but the world.
Let me ask you, is it fun being that stupidly naive? Or do you just do it because you don't know any better?
Judging by the fact you've been taking orders from some mystery man who can't fight his own battles, I'm going to go out on a limb and say the magic eight ball will say a resounding yes to the latter, and the fact that you seem to actually enjoy doing someone else's dirty work, yes as well to the former. Man, I wish you weren't so predictable, this might actually be fun then.
So what are you going to promise him this time? Going to drain the blood from my body and present my lifeless corpse to him as some sort of tribute offering? Going to break all my bones and leave me in a body cast for the rest of my natural life? How am I going to suffer this time? Please, Sense, I want you to tell me.
I need a good story to help me sleep at night. That's all your apparently good for. Broken promises and silly fairy tales. I've been waiting for someone to come break me for good for years now. The whole immortal thing isn't just a catchphrase..
It's a challenge.
I don't feel the need to offer you that challenge, as it's open to everyone, but looking at you, I just don't think you really have it in you. At this point in my career, I don't think anybody does. But go ahead, don't let me stop you from making all those threats and ultimatums. Don't let me get in the way of making all those promises to your secret boyfriend about how you'll avenge what's wrong in his life so he doesn't have to. Let me ask you something.
Do you honestly think I don't know?
Le sigh, as the french would say. Oh well, I suppose I should just sit here and wait for my inevitable destruction at your hands. I should just roll over and die like a good little boy so Sense doesn't disapoint his boy toy like he constantly disapoints Megan. Don't worry though, no amount of sausage can fill that void, not after what's already been done. So sad.
But hey, let me hear the story anyway, might be good for a laugh.
Cool story, bro. Needs more Dragons.
Or how the saying goes.
Ayla: Hmmm hmm hmmm.. hmmm.. hmm.. hmm.. hmmmm...
Ayla hummed along with some music in her head, even though the radio was playing some song or another. She'd been humming it a lot lately, and I almost found myself humming along with her. Once I asked her once what song it was, something by J. Cole she said. Name didn't ring any bells to me.
Ayla: Did you see the shirt she had on?
Falcon: Yes.
We were coming back from a night out with Aly and Spike. Ayla looked good, as she always had, but Aly was.. well, let's just say I don't know how she fit into that outfit. Ayla spent more time drooling over her than eating I thought.
Ayla: Did you like it?
Falcon: Sure.
Ayla: Hahaha.. you can admit, she's hot.
Falcon: Ok, I admit it. She's hot.
Ayla: But you only have eyes for me, is that right?
Falcon: Of course.
She leaned across the car, grabbing onto my shoulder, snuggling against me. I put my arm around her, trying to find a happy median between looking at her and the road.
Ayla: She invited me to come back to her place, and by me, I mean us.
Falcon: Why didn't you?
Ayla: Would you have come with me if I asked? Of course you would have, but would you have wanted to?
I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
Falcon: I want to be anywhere you are. Me and you.. Me you and her.. doesn't matter.
Ayla: That's why.
Falcon: That's why you didn't?
Ayla: Mhm, because it's me and you. Always. Even when I'm off doin my thing, when you're off doing your own thing. It always comes back to me and you. Against the world.
We drove in silence for a time. I've had a lot of people at my side, in fact I still do. But Ayla was special, unique in her own way, and I know she'd always be there no matter what happened. That, my friends, is a more comforting fact than anyone else knows.
Ayla: So, can I get one of those shirts?
Falcon: Are you sure you can fit in it? Maybe you need a different size.
Ayla: Hell no, I paid for these, if I want them popping out, that's my right.
Falcon: ...Whatever you say, darling.
Sometimes you learn not to argue as well.
