Post by Angel on Feb 26, 2008 11:21:41 GMT -6
The time has finally come Falcon. You and I are going one on one inside a steel cage. I hope your ready for this. I hope you know what your getting yourself into here. This is going to be the toughest match of your career. I don't care about any of the garbage you've put yourself through to this point, this match... THIS IS THE ONLY MATCH THAT MATTERS! Forget about the title shot. Forget about the fans. Everything you and I have worked for ends SUNDAY! No more games. No more name calling. No more stupid jokes, or skits. We come out here, we make our threats, then we rip each other apart. I don't care if you beat Legion, though, I will be taking care of some personal business with him myself. It doesn't matter if I beat Ricky Johnson. It's all just filler. You and I. That's all there is. That's all there has ever been. Your my only challenge. And I yours. The real question is what happens after this match? Where do we go? Who do we fight? I know where I'm going, after Johnson. Where your going? Probably after that Xtreme title. The real question, the one that keeps me up at night... Where are we going? Are we headed to our graves with this match? Or is there something bigger we should consider. Perhaps someone bigger. Someone with plans, and ideas. Someone with an aspiration of domination. I think you understand. However, until we do what we need to do, that means nothing. We'll come back to it.
( The scene suddenly opens. The camera is being held in an awkward fashion. We can't see anything. Some kind of dark office. Books on shelves. Chairs... Perhaps pictures in the distance. Two voices can be heard, Angel's, and someone else. )
Angel: He seems fine to me.
?: Well he's not. You don't know what these last three years have been like.
Angel: I have an idea.
?: You couldn't possible.
Angel: The fact is, no ones coming for him. I'm here. His wife and kid are gone. They want nothing to do with him. It says right there in his paper work that I am responsible for him.
?: You and Mr. Donahue.
Angel: I have another paper signed by Ed, giving me full control.
? I don't like this.
Angel: You don't have too. He's coming with me.
( The camera is abruptly shut off. Whatever Angel is planning, it's big. And when it hits NCW you can trust it will shake the very foundation this company was built on. Angel never does anything small, or insignificant. Whatever "he" is, "he" will more than likely be some kind of weapon for Angel to use against all of you. But that's just me, talking out loud here. Perhaps it'll be nothing. Perhaps "he" will just be some mindless animal for Angel to boss around. I think no matter how you look at this one, it's going to end badly for everyone involved. Our little scene now re opens. Angel is standing on whats left of the stage set up for Collision. The crew is working pretty faced paced to rip everything down, and get moving to the next arena. Angel, at the moment is not in the way. Shelly is leaning on the entrance way. Angel is wearing his standard attire, and Shelly matches, per usual. )
Shelly: Can we leave soon? Or are you going to stand there all day?
Angel: In just a little while Shelly. I just have some thinking to do.
Shelly: Why? You beat that sap Ricky Johnson. You have shown the world that Angel is the rightful champion. You showed the world that Johnson is a joke, who pretty much did everything you predicted he would. What's left? What do you need to think about?
Angel: Falcon...
Shelly: What about him? You fight him this weekend, and your going to destroy him. Your gonna win the X-Division title shot, then your going to beat Johnson again. Exactly how we planned it. I don't understand.
Angel: No one does. That's perfectly clear to me now. The isn't one person who understands my obsession with Falcon. They ask why do I care? He beat me, big deal. Right? Wrong. It is a big deal. No one did what he did. No one took me to that limit before. Falcon isn't like any other opponent, he's more than an opponent. He's a challenge. A challenge I need to over come if I am to continue here in NCW. Ricky didn't get it, you don't get it. I don't expect you too either. I beat Ricky, plain and simple. He knows I can beat him, I'm just better. I've been beaten by a select few. They were just better... But Falcon... It was just so close. I can't live that down. I need to know who's better.
Shelly: Angel... You need to relax. If you get yourself all tense like this... I don't know. You just need to calm down. You've got Falcon, you've got him in a cage. There's no where for either of you to go. One winner, one loser. There's nothing to worry about. He didn't even really beat you that time. Your going to win this match like you should have won the first time.
Angel: It's not that simple Shelly. I wish it were as simple as I make it seem. This means so much more to us. Always trying to one up the other. Even back when we were in the Social Enemies together, we still tried to one up each other. He'd win the Cruiser title, so I'd go after the U.S. It all boiled down to us finally having that match. The two top cruiser weights in all of PWW... Falcon wins... I know I can beat him. I know I will beat him. All I have to do is beat him. No matter how much we talk it all boils down to what will happen in that ring in one short week.
Shelly: What is going to happen Angel? The two of you fight, you cripple him, then we can finally move on from this.
Angel: Shelly, please don't make this out to be less important than it is. Falcon is more than just a man. He is more than some wrestler. Falcon is the epitome of the word Challenge. No one can just run over him, no one can just flat out beat Falcon. Every victory over him is earner, just like every victory over me is earned. Falcon was a man who's only hopes and dreams were to wrestle legends like Fenix, Ethanol, Dakkon, Tyrant, and myself... But through those hopes, through those dreams Falcon has become legendary himself. He has burned his legacy into the wrestling world by just seeking out competition. No one has ever done what Falcon has done. He has accidental become the best. He never set out to do it, it just happened. I applaud him for that. I don't care what these NCW idiots say, or what they know about us. The world knows Falcon's legacy, the world knows mine. The world is going to see it all come crashing down. This feud either ends at Sovereign, or neither of us walk away. There is no other option.
Shelly: I hope for your sake and his that you end this without killing each other. I may not like the little prick, but I don't want to see your career ended Angel. This is what you NEED to do, I get that. Do it, end it. Then we crush Ricky Johnson. We have so many plans Angel, we can't let Falcon end them now. Not when he is supposed to play a role in our plans.
Angel: I know... I know...
( Angel finally starts to walk through the curtain. Shelly looks down the ramp at whats left of the ring area. Only some chairs are still out. Then she turns and follows Angel. The two head down the hall way and towards the parking garage. )
This is most strange. No threats, no jokes. Just Angel's honest opinion of someone. That is something we never see. I think that Falcon should feel honored that Angel thinks of him this way. It's clear that Angel holds no one else to the same regard that he holds Falcon. Of course I'm sure Falcon will shrug off the praise, and make some stupid joke about it. That's his deal. Falcon gets it. He knows what this is all about. Falcon knows what's at stake. This is so much more than a match or a title shot. This is about pride. This is about right and wrong, good and evil, strait up who's better than who. Whoever wins this match, whoever walks away, that man will catapult towards the main event, and no one will stop him. This is going to be a match to end all matches. People will compare future feuds to this, and wonder if it will get as brutal as this match. Time will only tell. For now, we wait. Falcon... May God have Mercy on your Soul.
( The scene suddenly opens. The camera is being held in an awkward fashion. We can't see anything. Some kind of dark office. Books on shelves. Chairs... Perhaps pictures in the distance. Two voices can be heard, Angel's, and someone else. )
Angel: He seems fine to me.
?: Well he's not. You don't know what these last three years have been like.
Angel: I have an idea.
?: You couldn't possible.
Angel: The fact is, no ones coming for him. I'm here. His wife and kid are gone. They want nothing to do with him. It says right there in his paper work that I am responsible for him.
?: You and Mr. Donahue.
Angel: I have another paper signed by Ed, giving me full control.
? I don't like this.
Angel: You don't have too. He's coming with me.
( The camera is abruptly shut off. Whatever Angel is planning, it's big. And when it hits NCW you can trust it will shake the very foundation this company was built on. Angel never does anything small, or insignificant. Whatever "he" is, "he" will more than likely be some kind of weapon for Angel to use against all of you. But that's just me, talking out loud here. Perhaps it'll be nothing. Perhaps "he" will just be some mindless animal for Angel to boss around. I think no matter how you look at this one, it's going to end badly for everyone involved. Our little scene now re opens. Angel is standing on whats left of the stage set up for Collision. The crew is working pretty faced paced to rip everything down, and get moving to the next arena. Angel, at the moment is not in the way. Shelly is leaning on the entrance way. Angel is wearing his standard attire, and Shelly matches, per usual. )
Shelly: Can we leave soon? Or are you going to stand there all day?
Angel: In just a little while Shelly. I just have some thinking to do.
Shelly: Why? You beat that sap Ricky Johnson. You have shown the world that Angel is the rightful champion. You showed the world that Johnson is a joke, who pretty much did everything you predicted he would. What's left? What do you need to think about?
Angel: Falcon...
Shelly: What about him? You fight him this weekend, and your going to destroy him. Your gonna win the X-Division title shot, then your going to beat Johnson again. Exactly how we planned it. I don't understand.
Angel: No one does. That's perfectly clear to me now. The isn't one person who understands my obsession with Falcon. They ask why do I care? He beat me, big deal. Right? Wrong. It is a big deal. No one did what he did. No one took me to that limit before. Falcon isn't like any other opponent, he's more than an opponent. He's a challenge. A challenge I need to over come if I am to continue here in NCW. Ricky didn't get it, you don't get it. I don't expect you too either. I beat Ricky, plain and simple. He knows I can beat him, I'm just better. I've been beaten by a select few. They were just better... But Falcon... It was just so close. I can't live that down. I need to know who's better.
Shelly: Angel... You need to relax. If you get yourself all tense like this... I don't know. You just need to calm down. You've got Falcon, you've got him in a cage. There's no where for either of you to go. One winner, one loser. There's nothing to worry about. He didn't even really beat you that time. Your going to win this match like you should have won the first time.
Angel: It's not that simple Shelly. I wish it were as simple as I make it seem. This means so much more to us. Always trying to one up the other. Even back when we were in the Social Enemies together, we still tried to one up each other. He'd win the Cruiser title, so I'd go after the U.S. It all boiled down to us finally having that match. The two top cruiser weights in all of PWW... Falcon wins... I know I can beat him. I know I will beat him. All I have to do is beat him. No matter how much we talk it all boils down to what will happen in that ring in one short week.
Shelly: What is going to happen Angel? The two of you fight, you cripple him, then we can finally move on from this.
Angel: Shelly, please don't make this out to be less important than it is. Falcon is more than just a man. He is more than some wrestler. Falcon is the epitome of the word Challenge. No one can just run over him, no one can just flat out beat Falcon. Every victory over him is earner, just like every victory over me is earned. Falcon was a man who's only hopes and dreams were to wrestle legends like Fenix, Ethanol, Dakkon, Tyrant, and myself... But through those hopes, through those dreams Falcon has become legendary himself. He has burned his legacy into the wrestling world by just seeking out competition. No one has ever done what Falcon has done. He has accidental become the best. He never set out to do it, it just happened. I applaud him for that. I don't care what these NCW idiots say, or what they know about us. The world knows Falcon's legacy, the world knows mine. The world is going to see it all come crashing down. This feud either ends at Sovereign, or neither of us walk away. There is no other option.
Shelly: I hope for your sake and his that you end this without killing each other. I may not like the little prick, but I don't want to see your career ended Angel. This is what you NEED to do, I get that. Do it, end it. Then we crush Ricky Johnson. We have so many plans Angel, we can't let Falcon end them now. Not when he is supposed to play a role in our plans.
Angel: I know... I know...
( Angel finally starts to walk through the curtain. Shelly looks down the ramp at whats left of the ring area. Only some chairs are still out. Then she turns and follows Angel. The two head down the hall way and towards the parking garage. )
This is most strange. No threats, no jokes. Just Angel's honest opinion of someone. That is something we never see. I think that Falcon should feel honored that Angel thinks of him this way. It's clear that Angel holds no one else to the same regard that he holds Falcon. Of course I'm sure Falcon will shrug off the praise, and make some stupid joke about it. That's his deal. Falcon gets it. He knows what this is all about. Falcon knows what's at stake. This is so much more than a match or a title shot. This is about pride. This is about right and wrong, good and evil, strait up who's better than who. Whoever wins this match, whoever walks away, that man will catapult towards the main event, and no one will stop him. This is going to be a match to end all matches. People will compare future feuds to this, and wonder if it will get as brutal as this match. Time will only tell. For now, we wait. Falcon... May God have Mercy on your Soul.
