Post by Falcon on Sept 23, 2012 1:52:08 GMT -6
There are times when I wonder, if you'd be proud of me. I know that it may be a false hope, given what you said on the night that I left. But still, I find myself questioning if maybe you'd look back on things and change your mind. [/i]
.....
You've always been stubborn, set in your ways, roots deeper than any tree. I suppose that I admired that in a way, having that kind of conviction, and even though we swore we'd never speak again, I often thought that maybe you'd at least somewhat happy that I was doing what I wanted, even if you didn't approve of it. [/i]
......
I suppose I'll never know the answer to that. But it's comforting to think that maybe you did change your mind in those final days, even if I was too busy to be there. Maybe you did know they were the last, and you never called because you knew I was happy and moving forward. Or maybe you really didn't know, and you sit and wonder the same as I do, if I knew what you couldn't say. I guess neither one of us will ever know the answer. [/i]
.........
Rest in peace, sir. You did what you could with what you had, nobody could have asked anything more than that. [/i]
-Martin Braddock 1948-2001
War isn't fair, nor is it fun. But it's been a part of my life for more than a decade now, in various forms. I've never enjoyed it, nor have I ever tried to simply profit from it. As a man once said, you don't just fight the battles you can win..
You fight the battles that need fighting.
But this, this is my doing. They might consider Jacobsen to be the team leader, and yes, he is most certainly qualified to lead men into battle. But Charlie throwing his hat into this is simply because he wants revenge for what I did. Sense is here because he was hired to do the bidding of the former, and wants to see it through. And Xander is just doing whatever Kelly demands of him. Just three guys with selfish goals and ambitions, or a complete lack of apathy. It always seems to be the same, and this is why the bad guys usually lose.
Like clockwork.
We may not be the best of friends, but between the three of us there's a hard earned respect. The knowledge that each of us has paid the dues they were supposed to, stood up for the causes that were worth fighting for, and when the chips were all laid out on the table, we gave more than a hundred percent when it mattered. None of them can say that, because they don't know what it's like. Avarice, Obedience and Apathy. Mix it all together in a pot, bring it to a boil, and just sit back and watch the fireworks.
Works every time.
Us? Nothing like that at all. I'm standing for myself, to defend my actions and remind people just why it was that I tore Charlie's life apart in the first place. Why he hasn't grown as a person and why he will continue to suffer in his own trap, no matter how many goons he sends my way. Jacobsen stands for the little guy, the one who's always written off as weak and powerless, simply because people refuse to give his history any credit. I've always maintained that Jacobsen is the future of this company, and it's time for him to do what guys like Verona and Cross can't do. Most people would assume Trent is just out for vengeance after the way he was treated, but even he can see that some things are worth standing up for, even when they profit you nothing.
I care not for what Kelly does with her company, as far as I'm concerned, you brought this on yourselves.
But Jacobsen deserves that recognition. Trent deserves his absolution. And me.. Well..
I'm just in it for another cold serving of justice. Sunny side up, double the bacon, and hold the coffee.
I woke up that morning, and realized that I had nothing to give you. Because you wouldn't be there. It was the first mother's day without you, and I can't honestly tell if this feeling will ever go away. I'm not sure anyone really ever gets over losing a parent, either one for that matter, but you are gone. I just wish that I was more the person I should have been for you.. [/i]
.......
Ayla put on your old wedding dress, when I found it in your things. Jas didn't want it. I wish you could see how radiant she looked in it. As stunning as those old photos from way back when. Jas keeps asking us when we're getting married, and to be truthful, I don't really know. She seems comfortable in our life the way it is now, as hectic and crazy as it can become. I don't know if that means she's ok with not doing it, or if she's slowly sliding away from me. Truthfully, that's what scares me the most. [/i]
.........
I'll be alright though, I know that's what you would tell me if you were here. I know you always looked out for me, like that one time I was dating that girl who lived in Nashville and told me she couldn't travel. I kept sending her my wrestling money and you kept telling me she would inevitably just use me for that, and well, I suppose that did in fact happen. Even though it seemed like I never listened, just know that I heard every word you said. Guess I am just stubborn like my father, right? [/i]
..........
I wonder sometimes, if things would have been different had I just stayed with you. Would you be happy? ..Would I be happy? Would I be married with a few kids by now, just working every day in a normal job like dad? I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone to college like you kept saying, or maybe you and dad would have been able to have that restaurant you always wanted if I was there to help. Sometimes I wonder if you hated me for that too. [/i]
......
I just hope that you can forgive me now, and that I made you proud. Miss you.. love you.. good bye. [/i]
Elena Braddock 1952-2011
Seems I have some history to teach. So, let me start. Hello Xander, my name is Falcon. Since you barely paid any attention to anyone but yourself, allow me to reiterate a few things.
One, I couldn't care less about what Kelly does with nCw. She was placed into a situation, and now everyone who tried to manipulate her is basically her puppets with gold strings.
Two, the fact that you're "seeing the light" means you gave in. You cracked under the pressure, realizing there wasn't a damn thing you could do. And rather than fight your way out, you just threw in the towel and gave up. Point is, you break, I don't.
Three, not even going to bring up your "inconsequential" nonsense, because clearly you don't know who the **** you're talking to. I didn't get into the hall of fame by being docile, you might want to remember that. I don't just throw in the towel when things don't go my way, I break down walls and tear apart worlds. Just ask your partner, Velez.
And lastly, this isn't your game. You're in warfare.. who owns the warfare, oh yeah, that's right.
Me.
Check and checkmate, better luck next time assclown. You want to break me? You know where I'll be. Just don't be surprised when you can't do it. Quitters never get what they want.
As for Sense..
Gee, I'm getting quite tired of this, you know? You say you can break me, I say you can't. You say you'll be the Bane to my Batman, and I know you won't, and when the smoke clears.
You aren't. You didn't. You can't.
How many chances would you like? Because I can go all day like this. Sure, you beat me, I've never held the illusion that you can't. That's the difference between us, you think you're some unstoppable movie monster like Jason or Micheal Meyers, and I know you're just a flesh and blood human being. I live in reality, and you live in some fantasy world.
And I know the truth.
You want me to fly away and quit because you know deep in your heart you don't have the sand to put me away. Be the last man standing, bury me alive, walk me through a death cage or a nightmare cage, and when the match is over, you know what happens.
I get back up.
Every. Single. Time.
You can't build your legacy because it would be built on being the one man to kill the unkillable, and well, that's not happening. Not last month, not this month, not next month or the month after or the month after, the list is really endless. I'm still going to be standing, and you're still going to keep trying to knock me down, and the harder you try and fail, the less people will believe you're this big beast. You know, I know it, your partners know it, everybody knows it.
These are the facts of life, try to keep them straight, eh?
So, by all means, tiredly try to end me again. Plenty of men have tried, and they all failed, some were worse than you, some were better, and one by one, they all either cracked and went away, or just stopped trying. Choice is yours as to what you want to do. I made my career in this "hellish structure" you think I'm locked in. But as the man said, I'm not locked in here with you..
You're locked in here with me.
And Charlie, well, I have no time for drawn out pussbags who spend a year sulking in their own misery, then come back and hire goons to do their dirty work. I tore your life up once, and taking me down now won't change the fact you're a little girl in a man's game.
If I decide not to end you permanently..
You can thank me later.
Ayla: All set?
Falcon: Yes.
Ayla: I just have a question.
Falcon: Shoot.
Ayla: There's an extra space on there. Who's it for?
Falcon: You mean on the stone?
Ayla: Yea. Your dad, mom and brother.. who's the space for?
Falcon: Me.
Ayla: Ohhhh...
Eerie silence.
Ayla: That doesn't bother you.
A little bit. [/i]
Falcon: No. We all have to die sometime, right?
Ayla: I don't know. I think it would unnerve me to see where I'm going to be buried. It really doesn't bother you?
Everytime. [/i]
Falcon: No, not at all.
Ayla: Not gonna lie. Kinda creepy.
Falcon: Sorry?
Ayla: Totally hot though.
Falcon: ....Sorry?
Laughter.
Ayla: Yea, yea.. are you ok?
No. [/i]
Falcon: Sure. You?
No[/i]
Ayla: Mhm.
Silence.
Ayla: Are we going to be ok?
I don't know. Maybe? [/i]
Falcon: ...Of course. Do you think so?
I don't know. Doubtful?
Ayla: I do.
Neither one wanted to admit they knew the other was lying.
.....
You've always been stubborn, set in your ways, roots deeper than any tree. I suppose that I admired that in a way, having that kind of conviction, and even though we swore we'd never speak again, I often thought that maybe you'd at least somewhat happy that I was doing what I wanted, even if you didn't approve of it. [/i]
......
I suppose I'll never know the answer to that. But it's comforting to think that maybe you did change your mind in those final days, even if I was too busy to be there. Maybe you did know they were the last, and you never called because you knew I was happy and moving forward. Or maybe you really didn't know, and you sit and wonder the same as I do, if I knew what you couldn't say. I guess neither one of us will ever know the answer. [/i]
.........
Rest in peace, sir. You did what you could with what you had, nobody could have asked anything more than that. [/i]
-Martin Braddock 1948-2001
War isn't fair, nor is it fun. But it's been a part of my life for more than a decade now, in various forms. I've never enjoyed it, nor have I ever tried to simply profit from it. As a man once said, you don't just fight the battles you can win..
You fight the battles that need fighting.
But this, this is my doing. They might consider Jacobsen to be the team leader, and yes, he is most certainly qualified to lead men into battle. But Charlie throwing his hat into this is simply because he wants revenge for what I did. Sense is here because he was hired to do the bidding of the former, and wants to see it through. And Xander is just doing whatever Kelly demands of him. Just three guys with selfish goals and ambitions, or a complete lack of apathy. It always seems to be the same, and this is why the bad guys usually lose.
Like clockwork.
We may not be the best of friends, but between the three of us there's a hard earned respect. The knowledge that each of us has paid the dues they were supposed to, stood up for the causes that were worth fighting for, and when the chips were all laid out on the table, we gave more than a hundred percent when it mattered. None of them can say that, because they don't know what it's like. Avarice, Obedience and Apathy. Mix it all together in a pot, bring it to a boil, and just sit back and watch the fireworks.
Works every time.
Us? Nothing like that at all. I'm standing for myself, to defend my actions and remind people just why it was that I tore Charlie's life apart in the first place. Why he hasn't grown as a person and why he will continue to suffer in his own trap, no matter how many goons he sends my way. Jacobsen stands for the little guy, the one who's always written off as weak and powerless, simply because people refuse to give his history any credit. I've always maintained that Jacobsen is the future of this company, and it's time for him to do what guys like Verona and Cross can't do. Most people would assume Trent is just out for vengeance after the way he was treated, but even he can see that some things are worth standing up for, even when they profit you nothing.
I care not for what Kelly does with her company, as far as I'm concerned, you brought this on yourselves.
But Jacobsen deserves that recognition. Trent deserves his absolution. And me.. Well..
I'm just in it for another cold serving of justice. Sunny side up, double the bacon, and hold the coffee.
I woke up that morning, and realized that I had nothing to give you. Because you wouldn't be there. It was the first mother's day without you, and I can't honestly tell if this feeling will ever go away. I'm not sure anyone really ever gets over losing a parent, either one for that matter, but you are gone. I just wish that I was more the person I should have been for you.. [/i]
.......
Ayla put on your old wedding dress, when I found it in your things. Jas didn't want it. I wish you could see how radiant she looked in it. As stunning as those old photos from way back when. Jas keeps asking us when we're getting married, and to be truthful, I don't really know. She seems comfortable in our life the way it is now, as hectic and crazy as it can become. I don't know if that means she's ok with not doing it, or if she's slowly sliding away from me. Truthfully, that's what scares me the most. [/i]
.........
I'll be alright though, I know that's what you would tell me if you were here. I know you always looked out for me, like that one time I was dating that girl who lived in Nashville and told me she couldn't travel. I kept sending her my wrestling money and you kept telling me she would inevitably just use me for that, and well, I suppose that did in fact happen. Even though it seemed like I never listened, just know that I heard every word you said. Guess I am just stubborn like my father, right? [/i]
..........
I wonder sometimes, if things would have been different had I just stayed with you. Would you be happy? ..Would I be happy? Would I be married with a few kids by now, just working every day in a normal job like dad? I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone to college like you kept saying, or maybe you and dad would have been able to have that restaurant you always wanted if I was there to help. Sometimes I wonder if you hated me for that too. [/i]
......
I just hope that you can forgive me now, and that I made you proud. Miss you.. love you.. good bye. [/i]
Elena Braddock 1952-2011
Seems I have some history to teach. So, let me start. Hello Xander, my name is Falcon. Since you barely paid any attention to anyone but yourself, allow me to reiterate a few things.
One, I couldn't care less about what Kelly does with nCw. She was placed into a situation, and now everyone who tried to manipulate her is basically her puppets with gold strings.
Two, the fact that you're "seeing the light" means you gave in. You cracked under the pressure, realizing there wasn't a damn thing you could do. And rather than fight your way out, you just threw in the towel and gave up. Point is, you break, I don't.
Three, not even going to bring up your "inconsequential" nonsense, because clearly you don't know who the **** you're talking to. I didn't get into the hall of fame by being docile, you might want to remember that. I don't just throw in the towel when things don't go my way, I break down walls and tear apart worlds. Just ask your partner, Velez.
And lastly, this isn't your game. You're in warfare.. who owns the warfare, oh yeah, that's right.
Me.
Check and checkmate, better luck next time assclown. You want to break me? You know where I'll be. Just don't be surprised when you can't do it. Quitters never get what they want.
As for Sense..
Gee, I'm getting quite tired of this, you know? You say you can break me, I say you can't. You say you'll be the Bane to my Batman, and I know you won't, and when the smoke clears.
You aren't. You didn't. You can't.
How many chances would you like? Because I can go all day like this. Sure, you beat me, I've never held the illusion that you can't. That's the difference between us, you think you're some unstoppable movie monster like Jason or Micheal Meyers, and I know you're just a flesh and blood human being. I live in reality, and you live in some fantasy world.
And I know the truth.
You want me to fly away and quit because you know deep in your heart you don't have the sand to put me away. Be the last man standing, bury me alive, walk me through a death cage or a nightmare cage, and when the match is over, you know what happens.
I get back up.
Every. Single. Time.
You can't build your legacy because it would be built on being the one man to kill the unkillable, and well, that's not happening. Not last month, not this month, not next month or the month after or the month after, the list is really endless. I'm still going to be standing, and you're still going to keep trying to knock me down, and the harder you try and fail, the less people will believe you're this big beast. You know, I know it, your partners know it, everybody knows it.
These are the facts of life, try to keep them straight, eh?
So, by all means, tiredly try to end me again. Plenty of men have tried, and they all failed, some were worse than you, some were better, and one by one, they all either cracked and went away, or just stopped trying. Choice is yours as to what you want to do. I made my career in this "hellish structure" you think I'm locked in. But as the man said, I'm not locked in here with you..
You're locked in here with me.
And Charlie, well, I have no time for drawn out pussbags who spend a year sulking in their own misery, then come back and hire goons to do their dirty work. I tore your life up once, and taking me down now won't change the fact you're a little girl in a man's game.
If I decide not to end you permanently..
You can thank me later.
Ayla: All set?
Falcon: Yes.
Ayla: I just have a question.
Falcon: Shoot.
Ayla: There's an extra space on there. Who's it for?
Falcon: You mean on the stone?
Ayla: Yea. Your dad, mom and brother.. who's the space for?
Falcon: Me.
Ayla: Ohhhh...
Eerie silence.
Ayla: That doesn't bother you.
A little bit. [/i]
Falcon: No. We all have to die sometime, right?
Ayla: I don't know. I think it would unnerve me to see where I'm going to be buried. It really doesn't bother you?
Everytime. [/i]
Falcon: No, not at all.
Ayla: Not gonna lie. Kinda creepy.
Falcon: Sorry?
Ayla: Totally hot though.
Falcon: ....Sorry?
Laughter.
Ayla: Yea, yea.. are you ok?
No. [/i]
Falcon: Sure. You?
No[/i]
Ayla: Mhm.
Silence.
Ayla: Are we going to be ok?
I don't know. Maybe? [/i]
Falcon: ...Of course. Do you think so?
I don't know. Doubtful?
Ayla: I do.
Neither one wanted to admit they knew the other was lying.
