The Future: Time Comes to an End

[Lex Sense]

Have you ever felt tired, Falcon?

As if everything you had that made you unique had been drained, leaving behind the rotting corpse of a man that has lost it all. These days I'm always fighting, always hurting, always winded, struggling for something I don't even know if I believe in anymore. I've given up so much for this life, a life that has lost it's meaning. If you understand what I'm saying then you know where my head is at.

We are both nearing the end, it seems.

You've had an illustrious career. One that any man would be proud of. Mine stands on a foundation of broken bones and blood. My own personal agenda always won rights to my fragile mind and those agendas led me to do unthinkable things to men that deserved nothing more than respect. Today I'm feared in those hallowed halls of NCW. I am known for the destruction that befalls any man stupid enough to get in my way. There was a point in time where that was enough to get me to... "Tough it out". It was enough fuel that lit that ever burning hatred deep within my black heart. I barely slept, just thought about my next movement, my next victim when in reality, I was not only hurting my enemies...

But hurting myself as well.

Deep down, I want to be stopped... I want this life to end.

I'm just too proud to pick up the pieces and go home.

{Sense leaned against a cracked wall, thoughts of a life he had given up running through his head. He had been searching for answers, something to relieve the pain and stress. Drugs were no longer working and his psyche was one fuse short of blackening out. He was lost and this time, he couldn't traverse through the muck to escape the darkness that was slowly engulfing him.}

Lex Sense: Without the rage, the anger, the beast within... Who am I?

That innocent little boy that was locked in a mental institution while others his age were discovering the stiffies that came when rounding third base with girls?

The innocent man that accidentally murdered his twin brother in a fit of rage?

The guilty asshole that deserved to suffer at the hands of the proprietors of Menston?

The deadbeat father that lost the rights to see his twin daughters when he gave up living with a sane mind?

That egotistical father that stole another man's wife without blinking an eye?

Or the seven foot death train that no one cares to ask how his day has been?

Too many questions,...

Not enough answers.

The thing is, Falcon. You ARE Immortal. No matter what you tell yourself at night when you cry yourself to sleep. No one will ever forget you. Your name will go down in the annals of history and mine would simply exist until the day it is forgotten. I've never been World Champion. I'm not a Hall of Famer. I'm not everybody's favorite hero. I'm just some asshole with wrinkled eyes, tired of smiling only when new blood stained my hands. So I poked and prodded. I searched deep within you for the one that could give me one hundred percent. Whatever sickness befalls you, Kyle, it wont be as bad as the beating you will receive. I thrive in these types of situations. The kind where two go in but only one comes out.

At Road to the Gold, it's me and you and only one of us can continue on.

I have seen the monster in your eyes. I have knots the size of baseballs around my skull to prove that I have. Yet your best doesn't even come close to my worst. You may have experience, the fans, the resume that says you will win but I have names written in blood on my wall that prove that I can beat any man on any given day. I lost my right to end Andrew's short reign as champion. Then I gave up my shot at a National Title because truth be told, none of that matters anymore. I want it all to end. the voices, the emptiness, the solitude... I want it all to stop.

An what better way than at your hands.

{Sense stood upright, cracking the bones around his neck before turning to face the camera.}

Lex Sense: Make no mistake, boyo. This is a life and death situation and I wont think twice to end you. I've done it before and could do it again. The only thing you have left is self-defense. You best ready yourself for one serious fact of life...

All careers come to an end.

{Sense palms the lens and then pushes it back. The camera falls to the floor and then statics out, slightly revealing Sense stepping over it.}

Megan Sanderson: Are you really going to go through with this?

{Megan stands over Sense, half naked with an icepack in her hands, tending to the bumps formed around Sense's head. He's taken quite the beating from Falcon and yet he is still smiling.}

Lex Sense: Why do you ask?

Megan Sanderson: It seems a little much. Maybe you should concentrate on the World Title?

{Sense took the ice pack from her hand and held it up to his head as he turned to look at Megan.}

Lex Sense: I'm not Brad Kane. I don't live for World Titles.

Megan Sanderson: I didn't even say that. You're the one bringing his name up, ass!

Lex Sense: Falcon needs to suffer and when he's suffered enough then I will toss his crippled body to the side and maybe, just maybe, I will worry about World Championships.

{Megan got up and walked to the bathroom.}

Megan Sanderson: Whatever. Let's hope you're not the one that ends up crippled.

{She slammed the door shut and simultaneously there was a knock on the door. Sense headed towards it slowly opening it. Sense saw who it was and as the camera tried to catch him, he positioned himself to block the knocker's identity.}

: Everything is in order.

Lex Sense: You came here to tell me that.

: No, I came here to give you this. It's his medical file. It's what you wanted right?

Lex Sense: Yes. Now leave!

{Sense slammed the door shut and then turned around. opening up the manila folder and glancing it over until he noticed something that caught his eye.}

Lex Sense: So, that's what it is. Too bad, birdboy.

{He closed the folder and smiled as the camera zoomed into the name. 'Kyle Braddock'.}

I wont waste much more of your time.

There's not much left to say.

I will extend you one gratitude.

You're going to show me the way.

Whether it is straight into retirement or the longevity of a successful career?

We've yet to determine that.

But we will find out together.

For one of us...

Time comes to an end.

For the other...

The Future.

And for that I thank you.