Post by Lex Sense on Sept 22, 2012 2:21:11 GMT -6
Lex Sense: Do I remember him?
{Sense leans against some wall in New York. Nothing special about the brick except for the seven foot behemoth that leans against it and an intricate piece of graffiti that simply reads, "Remember?" overhead. Hes on a main street. you can tell because there are several men and women dressed up and in search for that infamous one night stand.}
Lex Sense: I keep on forcing myself to imagine his face, to remember his voice.
{Sense stares from side to side, eying up everyone that passes him completely intoxicated and wasting their life away out and about in New York's nightlife. One particular passerby can't help but stare at this giant of a man. Most likely in fear of being mugged or worse. Lex, however, continues to talk to himself.}
Lex Sense: I know he existed once not so long ago but long enough for me to forget.
{Sense doesn't even remember why he chose this wall to lean against. Or even why he is in this industrial part of New York but he does know that he's waiting for something or maybe someone.}
Lex Sense: I can almost see it and like the long forgotten taste of chocolate to a woman's lips, it's just out of reach but all too familiar.
{Lex thinks about calling it a night. The moon has risen overhead and the clouds cast shadows in the black sky like demons dancing in hopes of making it rain. He pushes off the wall and as he does so he spots her. He immediately knows that she is why he was here. She walks across the street and looks as lovely as a blooming rose.}
Lex Sense: No matter how hard I try, it just wont come.
{This petite woman walks hurriedly, minding her business and headed for a destination unknown to Lex. He spotted her out of the darkness, almost as if the shadows surrounding her screamed and pointed towards her for Lex to see. She's dressed in fine clothing but nothing pretentious. He follows close behind but not too close. He doesn't want this little birdie to fly away.}
Lex Sense: Which begs the question, what happened to him?
{She is small, dressed in all black which brings out the pale features of her skin nicely. Although she is very slim and somewhat short, each step she takes shakes the very foundation of Sense's soil. This one is special but before Sense could catch up to her she enters the Pyramid Club, a predominantly gay bar for lesbians. Sense tries to follow her in but a butch woman at the door shakes her head no. Rather than making a scene, he understands that this is a place he cannot follow unless he is accompanied by a woman. Luckily, he has one in mind. He pulls out his rarely used cell phone and begins dialing.}
Lex Sense: Hello... Have you made it to New York yet?... I need you to meet me at The Pyramid Club... As soon as possible.
{He hangs up the phone and continues to remember that sweet, innocent, pale face of the young girl he doesn't even know. Something about her has seeped into his skin and he must know who she is. He closes his eyes as he pulls his hood over his head, leaning against the club's wall and waiting.}
{Sense waits impatiently in front of the club. Many gothic looking females come in and out, each taking a special moment to stare at the hooded male creepily standing about. Lex finally opens his eyes just as a car pulls up to the scene. The driver steps out of the front and makes his way to the back to open the door for Megan who steps out, looking exceptionally well dressed in a tight dark red dress, accentuating her breasts and buttocks, and black high heels. She also gets looks from those standing around but not the type of crazed looks Sense got. It's more of the I want to take a bite out of that ass type of look. Megan walks right up to Sense and removes his hood from off his head and kisses him passionately on the lips, much to the dismay of the lesbians watching.}
Megan Sanderson: Why the hell did you want to meet here?
Lex Sense: I need you to help me with something.
Megan Sanderson: Out here? In front of everybody?
Lex Sense: No in there. Can you get me in?
Megan Sanderson: Of course I can but you could've gone in yourself, ya know. Give me a minute.
{Megan slowly makes her way towards the doorman who was a woman that looks like she hit the weights more than Trent ever could. After a brief flirtatious discussion, Megan waves Sense over who makes his way without hesitation and both enter the club.}
{Sense and Megan make there way through the crowded club. Nothing but women and women dressed as men. Megan pulls Sense by the arm as they look for a table.Finding one in the dark corner of the club they sit down and Megan scoots up next to Sense, who is continually looking around for the angel he saw earlier in the night.}
Megan Sanderson: Why are we here?
Lex Sense: There's someone I want to meet and I need you to introduce us.
{Megan looks a bit disappointed. Here she thought he called her to hang out with her and now she finds out she's only here because Sense's eye was on someone else. Suddenly the time it took her to dress up in her best clothes doesn't seem worth it. Lex places a hand on her lap, knowing that what he said may have hurt her. He tries to ease her pain by letting her know that she still means more to him than most.}
Lex Sense: Don't take it that way. This girl is special. For the both of us.
{Just then "Passive", by a Perfect Circle hits the speakers and as if the Heavens opened up for him he spots her. There she was, dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor, moving her body in the most hypnotizing of ways. One couldn't help but look at the petite Asian, moving about so seductively. Lex stares deeply into her and Megan finally sees her and she too falls into the trance.}
Megan Sanderson: Very cute.
Lex Sense: More than that.
Megan Sanderson: Wait here, baby.
[Megan gets up from her seat and walks sexily towards the young female who for a second looks intimidated at the well endowed Megan fast approaching her. Megan brushes the hair from the side of her face and then begins slowly embracing her. The two begin to dance as the song really hits it's stride. Everyone in the club stops what they are doing as the two ladies grind and work each other over in the most attractive way possible, dancing to a good song and effectively making it great. As the song comes to an end they stand there, holding each other, whispering things into each other's ear before Megan takes her by the hand and brings her over to Sense.}
Megan Sanderson: This is Sense. Lex, you're never going to believe it. This girl is in nCw and her name is Kris Titan.
{Sense smiles at the young girl as Megan looks at her like a cat in heat. She seems shy but not intimidated.}
Lex Sense: It's a pleasure to meet you, Kris. I have a feeling that something beautiful is just beginning.
Kris Titan: Really? Why?
Lex Sense : Just call it a hunch. Please, sit down.
{Kris takes a seat next to Sense as Megan takes a seat next to her. They begin getting to know each other as some Nine Inch Nails song begins playing over the crowd.}
{Sense is sitting next to two lovely ladies. One he knows intimately and the other he wishes to know personally. Megan and Kris seem to be hitting it off and Sense is enjoying the moment. That is until he blinks only to find himself away from the club scene. Away from everything. He's back at home. His old home in West Yorkshire, England. He looks around startled, wishing he was back at that club and still sitting next to Kris and Megan but instead he's at his childhood home, staring into a mirror.}
Lex Sense: It can't be.
{He inches towards his reflection. Wondering how to escape these G*dd*mn fantasies. He stares at the mirror and sees into the other side of it.}
Lex Sense: All this time and it's been in front of me.
{The reflection stares back and begins to move opposite to Sense's movements. Sense goes left, the reflection goes right. He goes down it goes up. Behind his reflection stands a woman and twin daughters and Sense looks behind hoping they'd be there too but they're not.}
Lex Sense: All of this time and I've known him?
{Sense turns back to the reflection and it's smiling back at him. Sense just stares at it blankly as it speaks the last word.}
Reflection: Who?
{Sense leans against some wall in New York. Nothing special about the brick except for the seven foot behemoth that leans against it and an intricate piece of graffiti that simply reads, "Remember?" overhead. Hes on a main street. you can tell because there are several men and women dressed up and in search for that infamous one night stand.}
Lex Sense: I keep on forcing myself to imagine his face, to remember his voice.
{Sense stares from side to side, eying up everyone that passes him completely intoxicated and wasting their life away out and about in New York's nightlife. One particular passerby can't help but stare at this giant of a man. Most likely in fear of being mugged or worse. Lex, however, continues to talk to himself.}
Lex Sense: I know he existed once not so long ago but long enough for me to forget.
{Sense doesn't even remember why he chose this wall to lean against. Or even why he is in this industrial part of New York but he does know that he's waiting for something or maybe someone.}
Lex Sense: I can almost see it and like the long forgotten taste of chocolate to a woman's lips, it's just out of reach but all too familiar.
{Lex thinks about calling it a night. The moon has risen overhead and the clouds cast shadows in the black sky like demons dancing in hopes of making it rain. He pushes off the wall and as he does so he spots her. He immediately knows that she is why he was here. She walks across the street and looks as lovely as a blooming rose.}
Lex Sense: No matter how hard I try, it just wont come.
{This petite woman walks hurriedly, minding her business and headed for a destination unknown to Lex. He spotted her out of the darkness, almost as if the shadows surrounding her screamed and pointed towards her for Lex to see. She's dressed in fine clothing but nothing pretentious. He follows close behind but not too close. He doesn't want this little birdie to fly away.}
Lex Sense: Which begs the question, what happened to him?
{She is small, dressed in all black which brings out the pale features of her skin nicely. Although she is very slim and somewhat short, each step she takes shakes the very foundation of Sense's soil. This one is special but before Sense could catch up to her she enters the Pyramid Club, a predominantly gay bar for lesbians. Sense tries to follow her in but a butch woman at the door shakes her head no. Rather than making a scene, he understands that this is a place he cannot follow unless he is accompanied by a woman. Luckily, he has one in mind. He pulls out his rarely used cell phone and begins dialing.}
Lex Sense: Hello... Have you made it to New York yet?... I need you to meet me at The Pyramid Club... As soon as possible.
{He hangs up the phone and continues to remember that sweet, innocent, pale face of the young girl he doesn't even know. Something about her has seeped into his skin and he must know who she is. He closes his eyes as he pulls his hood over his head, leaning against the club's wall and waiting.}
I don't know what to say to you, Andrew.
At least not anymore. Words of encouragement are no longer warranted. There is no need to try to lift your spirits up because quite frankly, you are walking into a deathtrap. Kelly has deemed you unworthy and frankly, so have I. There was a time when your moral compass was cute. It was truly inspiring to watch as you stood by your cause without having to resort to nefarious deeds. You are an internet meme meant to inspire all those foolish enough to believe that the good guys will always win. Your motivational post to "hang in there" resonates through all those that need a reason to believe and like that cat hanging from the branch of a tree, you are dangling on your last legs, looking for a way out of this hellhole but falling deeper further into the abyss instead. In this sad tale you now find yourself in...
Pinky and The Brain find a way to rule the world.
Do you understand what I'm saying? In no way am I a slave to Kelly Fox but I believe her when she looks down upon you and sees what we all see. I prefer the way she handles her business. There is no bullsh*t behind her words. What she says is what you get and her words are nothing like voodoo. you can choose to not believe but her curses and hexes still see the light of day. I'm surrounded by powerful people in a world where the meek are attempting to inherit the world but your time to do as such, will not come. On Sunday, the Warfare match consists of our team, powerful to the core and just as deadly while your team...
Just has Falcon and Trent.
I don't know what the glue that binds you three is but your movement is futile. There is more worth in the movement in my bowels than this attempt at being anything more then mediocre. The three of you are fan favorites. Men who have connected to the children and women in the audience. Men who other men wish they were. Your merchandise sells and each time you're on t.v. one can't help but get glued to the screen to witness what you will do next but that's all you are. You are just entertainment. Just an endless wishing well for the foolish to fill with the pennies they throw in. You grant wishes to the dying and inspire the hopeless masses but this Sunday, your well wishes and inspirations comes to a horrifying end.
You can see it, can't you Andrew?
Off in the distance it rides, the end of your latest opportunity. The last chance you will ever get. You will try because it's in your nature. You don't go down without a fight but I wouldn't have it any other way. I want to see the fire in your eyes. The intensity you bring everyday. I want to watch as that light within you... Blackens out. I'm going to enjoy witnessing you fail against Xander, making everything you stated up until now, just another passing fad. You involved yourself in a situation, taking initiative and putting your name out there and it worked. You got to main event back to back pay per views but your time in the limelight is done, son.
It's time to go back to reality.
This dream you've been living is finito.
And I think you're better suited back at the mid card level, licking the boots of those you will never be able to best.
You may think you can but we know you wont.
No matter how much that wittle ittle engine you call a heart keeps on chugging along.
At least not anymore. Words of encouragement are no longer warranted. There is no need to try to lift your spirits up because quite frankly, you are walking into a deathtrap. Kelly has deemed you unworthy and frankly, so have I. There was a time when your moral compass was cute. It was truly inspiring to watch as you stood by your cause without having to resort to nefarious deeds. You are an internet meme meant to inspire all those foolish enough to believe that the good guys will always win. Your motivational post to "hang in there" resonates through all those that need a reason to believe and like that cat hanging from the branch of a tree, you are dangling on your last legs, looking for a way out of this hellhole but falling deeper further into the abyss instead. In this sad tale you now find yourself in...
Pinky and The Brain find a way to rule the world.
Do you understand what I'm saying? In no way am I a slave to Kelly Fox but I believe her when she looks down upon you and sees what we all see. I prefer the way she handles her business. There is no bullsh*t behind her words. What she says is what you get and her words are nothing like voodoo. you can choose to not believe but her curses and hexes still see the light of day. I'm surrounded by powerful people in a world where the meek are attempting to inherit the world but your time to do as such, will not come. On Sunday, the Warfare match consists of our team, powerful to the core and just as deadly while your team...
Just has Falcon and Trent.
I don't know what the glue that binds you three is but your movement is futile. There is more worth in the movement in my bowels than this attempt at being anything more then mediocre. The three of you are fan favorites. Men who have connected to the children and women in the audience. Men who other men wish they were. Your merchandise sells and each time you're on t.v. one can't help but get glued to the screen to witness what you will do next but that's all you are. You are just entertainment. Just an endless wishing well for the foolish to fill with the pennies they throw in. You grant wishes to the dying and inspire the hopeless masses but this Sunday, your well wishes and inspirations comes to a horrifying end.
You can see it, can't you Andrew?
Off in the distance it rides, the end of your latest opportunity. The last chance you will ever get. You will try because it's in your nature. You don't go down without a fight but I wouldn't have it any other way. I want to see the fire in your eyes. The intensity you bring everyday. I want to watch as that light within you... Blackens out. I'm going to enjoy witnessing you fail against Xander, making everything you stated up until now, just another passing fad. You involved yourself in a situation, taking initiative and putting your name out there and it worked. You got to main event back to back pay per views but your time in the limelight is done, son.
It's time to go back to reality.
This dream you've been living is finito.
And I think you're better suited back at the mid card level, licking the boots of those you will never be able to best.
You may think you can but we know you wont.
No matter how much that wittle ittle engine you call a heart keeps on chugging along.
{Sense waits impatiently in front of the club. Many gothic looking females come in and out, each taking a special moment to stare at the hooded male creepily standing about. Lex finally opens his eyes just as a car pulls up to the scene. The driver steps out of the front and makes his way to the back to open the door for Megan who steps out, looking exceptionally well dressed in a tight dark red dress, accentuating her breasts and buttocks, and black high heels. She also gets looks from those standing around but not the type of crazed looks Sense got. It's more of the I want to take a bite out of that ass type of look. Megan walks right up to Sense and removes his hood from off his head and kisses him passionately on the lips, much to the dismay of the lesbians watching.}
Megan Sanderson: Why the hell did you want to meet here?
Lex Sense: I need you to help me with something.
Megan Sanderson: Out here? In front of everybody?
Lex Sense: No in there. Can you get me in?
Megan Sanderson: Of course I can but you could've gone in yourself, ya know. Give me a minute.
{Megan slowly makes her way towards the doorman who was a woman that looks like she hit the weights more than Trent ever could. After a brief flirtatious discussion, Megan waves Sense over who makes his way without hesitation and both enter the club.}
This seems to be the common thread between originals.
They leave only to come back in hopes of making some grand splash. I don't understand why you even bothered to involve yourself, Trent. Nothing about what's going on involves you... Well other than the fact that Kelly handpicked you to lead us into a new direction and just like your stature, you came up short. Is that what this is about. You failing to matter when it truly mattered? How very pathetic of you.
You should have just stayed gone, Trent.
Everytime the ones the blind sheep call legends around here leave, I wait with baited breath because I know they'll be back eventually and Trent did not disappoint. In Trent fashion, he waited for the opportune time to hog the glory others worked so hard for. Out of the blue comes the purple haired midget and now we're all supposed to be taken aback as your team rallies for the victory.
How very touching that sentiment is but that sentiment is going to go the way of your Hall of Fame nomination and never happen.
Charlie and I, we have something to pick against Falcon. Xander has a reason to put down Andrew. You, nobody cares about. You're just filler. Someone Falcon and Andrew will use up in hopes of gaining some even ground on a scale that has been tipping in our favor since this started and if you're mankind's last hope,...
I think it's better to watch humanity go up in flames.
While you've been all about Encounters of the 360 Kind you've never been the reliable kind, Trent. You aren't someone these fans can back because deep down inside, you're too selfish to care for anybody other than yourself. Instead you are just proof at how low Falcon and Andrew will go for a little hope but instead of working in their favor, you'll only work against it. You are the evidence that there is no hope for Andrew on his crusade to become champion, no hope for Falcon as he tries to remain relevant, no hope at all. You have injected yourself into a war that was won before any shots were fired. Nobody saw the union between Charlie, Harold and myself. None of you expected Kelly to unite us all under one flag and people witnessed these things in glorious awe while your return, Trent,...
Has been as lackluster as a horse pooping while eating hay.
.This is a momentous occasion for nCw. You all should be happy you still have jobs. Especially you, Trent. You have nothing and have had nothing of note to state for sometime yet here you are, bogarding your way into a main event in typical Trent fashion.
It's just too bad this is somewhere you don't want to be.
I hope it's worth it.
They leave only to come back in hopes of making some grand splash. I don't understand why you even bothered to involve yourself, Trent. Nothing about what's going on involves you... Well other than the fact that Kelly handpicked you to lead us into a new direction and just like your stature, you came up short. Is that what this is about. You failing to matter when it truly mattered? How very pathetic of you.
You should have just stayed gone, Trent.
Everytime the ones the blind sheep call legends around here leave, I wait with baited breath because I know they'll be back eventually and Trent did not disappoint. In Trent fashion, he waited for the opportune time to hog the glory others worked so hard for. Out of the blue comes the purple haired midget and now we're all supposed to be taken aback as your team rallies for the victory.
How very touching that sentiment is but that sentiment is going to go the way of your Hall of Fame nomination and never happen.
Charlie and I, we have something to pick against Falcon. Xander has a reason to put down Andrew. You, nobody cares about. You're just filler. Someone Falcon and Andrew will use up in hopes of gaining some even ground on a scale that has been tipping in our favor since this started and if you're mankind's last hope,...
I think it's better to watch humanity go up in flames.
While you've been all about Encounters of the 360 Kind you've never been the reliable kind, Trent. You aren't someone these fans can back because deep down inside, you're too selfish to care for anybody other than yourself. Instead you are just proof at how low Falcon and Andrew will go for a little hope but instead of working in their favor, you'll only work against it. You are the evidence that there is no hope for Andrew on his crusade to become champion, no hope for Falcon as he tries to remain relevant, no hope at all. You have injected yourself into a war that was won before any shots were fired. Nobody saw the union between Charlie, Harold and myself. None of you expected Kelly to unite us all under one flag and people witnessed these things in glorious awe while your return, Trent,...
Has been as lackluster as a horse pooping while eating hay.
.This is a momentous occasion for nCw. You all should be happy you still have jobs. Especially you, Trent. You have nothing and have had nothing of note to state for sometime yet here you are, bogarding your way into a main event in typical Trent fashion.
It's just too bad this is somewhere you don't want to be.
I hope it's worth it.
{Sense and Megan make there way through the crowded club. Nothing but women and women dressed as men. Megan pulls Sense by the arm as they look for a table.Finding one in the dark corner of the club they sit down and Megan scoots up next to Sense, who is continually looking around for the angel he saw earlier in the night.}
Megan Sanderson: Why are we here?
Lex Sense: There's someone I want to meet and I need you to introduce us.
{Megan looks a bit disappointed. Here she thought he called her to hang out with her and now she finds out she's only here because Sense's eye was on someone else. Suddenly the time it took her to dress up in her best clothes doesn't seem worth it. Lex places a hand on her lap, knowing that what he said may have hurt her. He tries to ease her pain by letting her know that she still means more to him than most.}
Lex Sense: Don't take it that way. This girl is special. For the both of us.
{Just then "Passive", by a Perfect Circle hits the speakers and as if the Heavens opened up for him he spots her. There she was, dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor, moving her body in the most hypnotizing of ways. One couldn't help but look at the petite Asian, moving about so seductively. Lex stares deeply into her and Megan finally sees her and she too falls into the trance.}
Megan Sanderson: Very cute.
Lex Sense: More than that.
Megan Sanderson: Wait here, baby.
[Megan gets up from her seat and walks sexily towards the young female who for a second looks intimidated at the well endowed Megan fast approaching her. Megan brushes the hair from the side of her face and then begins slowly embracing her. The two begin to dance as the song really hits it's stride. Everyone in the club stops what they are doing as the two ladies grind and work each other over in the most attractive way possible, dancing to a good song and effectively making it great. As the song comes to an end they stand there, holding each other, whispering things into each other's ear before Megan takes her by the hand and brings her over to Sense.}
Megan Sanderson: This is Sense. Lex, you're never going to believe it. This girl is in nCw and her name is Kris Titan.
{Sense smiles at the young girl as Megan looks at her like a cat in heat. She seems shy but not intimidated.}
Lex Sense: It's a pleasure to meet you, Kris. I have a feeling that something beautiful is just beginning.
Kris Titan: Really? Why?
Lex Sense : Just call it a hunch. Please, sit down.
{Kris takes a seat next to Sense as Megan takes a seat next to her. They begin getting to know each other as some Nine Inch Nails song begins playing over the crowd.}
Kyle... Braddock.
The man, the myth, the bird.
I can't take anything from you except your dignity but I did that at last month's pay per view. Remember that? How my hand was risen to the sky when I was the Last Man Standing. You were laid out on a pile of rubble, looking up and seeing the light. You looked quite confused. Most likely because you were expecting to win but I proved in the end that when it matters, I'm an unstoppable force. I don't know why I don't like you Kyle. I mean, we're similar in many ways. In a different life we were most likely friends but here in the now, I want to end everything you stand for.
But that's not new to you is it, Falcon.
You know what I'm coming for and yet you act like it's something you can withstand. As if it's something you can overcome but I'm not just another obstacle. I'm the immovable force, the unstoppable object, the one man that can and will most likely end your career. It's strange how my beef with you has boiled over into Xander's beef with Andrew but you know what? It makes things interesting. Sometimes you have to step into another man's feud to really appreciate what we have Falcon. Your time around these parts was epic. There is no denying that you were indeed the man since the inception of nCw. You have gone far and beyond what normal men and women have done but I aim to go farther.
I hope to take your legacy and wipe my ass with it after a nightly outing of chimichangas and enchilidas.
I'm humble enough to be humbled in your presence but I'm also great enough to be greater. I've taken men of your caliber and ended them. I've seen fit to leave behind carcasses where great men once stood. Those that have survived only did so to become shells of their former self. This place only has room for the exceptional few and not those that spend their days and nights preaching about the state of being around here. We all get it. You're not happy. You no longer get to skate on by on your years of service. Now you have to fight for what you have in order to keep it and you don't like that do you? Is it because men like me are slowly replacing you?
Just do us all a favor and pack up your **** and fly away and make sure you fly as close to the sun as possible.
Go somewhere where a man of your age can be appreciated. I hear they have some lovely retirement homes in Florida. Or better yet, stop pussyfooting around and give me the Falcon that you once were. Show me the man that became legend around these parts. I've faced a lackadaisical version of you and I'm sick of it. You haven't shown me the proper respect by doing so. You've slapped me in the face just because you think you're too good to work anymore. I see this man, this person who is running day in and day out on fumes. You keep avoiding the subject but on Sunday I bring it up again.
I'll scream it into your ear until you finally see me for the man I am.
I need you to understand. People around here, they respect me because they fear me. Even on my off days people have to work twice as hard to beat me. I don't think highly of myself because I'm full of it. I do it because I know what I'm capable of and until you know it as well, I'll never stop. I will continue forward, mowing you down every step of the way until you look upon my face and accept that I have outgrown you.
That I have become better than you.
And on that day, your legend ends and mine begins.
The man, the myth, the bird.
I can't take anything from you except your dignity but I did that at last month's pay per view. Remember that? How my hand was risen to the sky when I was the Last Man Standing. You were laid out on a pile of rubble, looking up and seeing the light. You looked quite confused. Most likely because you were expecting to win but I proved in the end that when it matters, I'm an unstoppable force. I don't know why I don't like you Kyle. I mean, we're similar in many ways. In a different life we were most likely friends but here in the now, I want to end everything you stand for.
But that's not new to you is it, Falcon.
You know what I'm coming for and yet you act like it's something you can withstand. As if it's something you can overcome but I'm not just another obstacle. I'm the immovable force, the unstoppable object, the one man that can and will most likely end your career. It's strange how my beef with you has boiled over into Xander's beef with Andrew but you know what? It makes things interesting. Sometimes you have to step into another man's feud to really appreciate what we have Falcon. Your time around these parts was epic. There is no denying that you were indeed the man since the inception of nCw. You have gone far and beyond what normal men and women have done but I aim to go farther.
I hope to take your legacy and wipe my ass with it after a nightly outing of chimichangas and enchilidas.
I'm humble enough to be humbled in your presence but I'm also great enough to be greater. I've taken men of your caliber and ended them. I've seen fit to leave behind carcasses where great men once stood. Those that have survived only did so to become shells of their former self. This place only has room for the exceptional few and not those that spend their days and nights preaching about the state of being around here. We all get it. You're not happy. You no longer get to skate on by on your years of service. Now you have to fight for what you have in order to keep it and you don't like that do you? Is it because men like me are slowly replacing you?
Just do us all a favor and pack up your **** and fly away and make sure you fly as close to the sun as possible.
Go somewhere where a man of your age can be appreciated. I hear they have some lovely retirement homes in Florida. Or better yet, stop pussyfooting around and give me the Falcon that you once were. Show me the man that became legend around these parts. I've faced a lackadaisical version of you and I'm sick of it. You haven't shown me the proper respect by doing so. You've slapped me in the face just because you think you're too good to work anymore. I see this man, this person who is running day in and day out on fumes. You keep avoiding the subject but on Sunday I bring it up again.
I'll scream it into your ear until you finally see me for the man I am.
I need you to understand. People around here, they respect me because they fear me. Even on my off days people have to work twice as hard to beat me. I don't think highly of myself because I'm full of it. I do it because I know what I'm capable of and until you know it as well, I'll never stop. I will continue forward, mowing you down every step of the way until you look upon my face and accept that I have outgrown you.
That I have become better than you.
And on that day, your legend ends and mine begins.
{Sense is sitting next to two lovely ladies. One he knows intimately and the other he wishes to know personally. Megan and Kris seem to be hitting it off and Sense is enjoying the moment. That is until he blinks only to find himself away from the club scene. Away from everything. He's back at home. His old home in West Yorkshire, England. He looks around startled, wishing he was back at that club and still sitting next to Kris and Megan but instead he's at his childhood home, staring into a mirror.}
Lex Sense: It can't be.
{He inches towards his reflection. Wondering how to escape these G*dd*mn fantasies. He stares at the mirror and sees into the other side of it.}
Lex Sense: All this time and it's been in front of me.
{The reflection stares back and begins to move opposite to Sense's movements. Sense goes left, the reflection goes right. He goes down it goes up. Behind his reflection stands a woman and twin daughters and Sense looks behind hoping they'd be there too but they're not.}
Lex Sense: All of this time and I've known him?
{Sense turns back to the reflection and it's smiling back at him. Sense just stares at it blankly as it speaks the last word.}
Reflection: Who?
