Post by Angel on Jan 26, 2008 21:25:22 GMT -6
Falcon, please... stop acting tough, your not. Your very, very bad at acting like a big old meany. That's my job. I'm the dick, I'm the asshole... I'm the Patron Saint of Badass. Your just some wannabe emo chump. You can't come all up in NCW, pretending to be something your not. I know you, far better than you know yourself. You forget your two best friends, are my two best friends. They told me everything about you. Your long lonely nights playing Final Fantasy. Your strange, and almost homo erotic ventures with friends at strange hours of the night. I know it all buddy. So don't be coming all up in here and threatening Taft. He may be retarded, but he's not.... Huh... Well I can't think of what he's not, be he's not afraid of you. Well, unless you wore a Michael Myers mask to the ring, then maybe he'd be afraid. But for now we'll presume you came with your regular ugly face. That way, he won't be afraid. I'm telling you right now Taft is definitely going to... Well... He's... Probably not going to show up, which is beyond the point. Because your facing someone come Sunday, and I'll be there to make sure you don't cheat your way to victory. I'm watching you Stone Cold Falcon. Please don't get drunk off one wine cooler and raise some whoop ass, or whatever. Hey Falcon, while you go this whole new persona, how about you do me a favor and get a girl friend, so Maniac and I can stop wondering about you. I know you, Talon, and Faith were all REAL close, but come on. At least pretend for me. Checking out Shelly... Really... Like you even register as a man to her. Your like a giant freaking dot on her "RAY" dar... Ya know what I mean? Seriously I heard Talon has a girl, so at least he's playing for the right team now. What are you doing? Sulking in the back round. Pretending your some kind of cool guy from the fifties with your cigs you never smoke... Look here Falcon, look real well, and listen. We will fight, I told you this. I'm not running, and I'm not going to risk further injury. But we will fight, and I will win. I can only say it so man times. So do me a favor, don't make me repeat myself. I hate it. You can emulate me all you like, but just remember, theres only one Angel, and you will never be him. Your always going to be the runner up Falcon. The crazed fan who almost reached my glory. You'd be better off becoming one of my disciples. Least that way you would almost be me, instead of getting beaten by me. Think about it.
( We open up in a cemetery. Angel is by himself, seemingly. He is kneeling at a stone. The camera comes it, it's the grave of his brother Faith. Near by is crumbled over stone with the name Damian. Angel looks fairly remorseful, for one with no feelings. )
Angel: Ahhh, Faith. All the fun we had together. Once upon a time we ran the world, you and I. More so than one would think too. Now your gone, and it's all my fault. I don't know what happened when you left us. It was you, Maniac, Falcon, and me... We were a crew. Then you were... murdered... And I went off to battle my demons... Maniac and Falcon carried on with the Social Enemies... But they were never really the same without us, you know? Now here we are. Your gone, Maniac is retired... Falcon and I are at each others throats... Just like old times, huh bro? Cept now, there's no one to break us apart, and make us get along. He wants to beat me, and I think I want to kill him, and here we are. Cutting foolish promos against one another till the day we fight. I don't know why we can't get along. I wish, ya know... We could put the Social Enemies back together... Sometimes I want that... Go get Maniac, bring Talon back into the fold... Even find Ed, so he could be the devious manager again. Then I remember, your gone, and it just wouldn't be the same. Eventually Ed would betray us, because he's always looking to better himself. Maniac would become self involved. Talon would go be the mid card wonder, and Falcon and I would end up killing each other anyways. So what's the point? Why not just let it happen? I know, I'm being crazy. Sorry bro. I know you and Falcon were close. He only pretended to not like you. He never really got over what happened. I think, I think he blames me more than I blame myself. Maybe that's what this is all really about... But no... It's not nearly as righteous as that. See ya bro.
( Angel gets up and begins to walk through the cemetery. )
Angel: No Falcon, it's much more selfish isn't it. You and I just want to beat each other, and for the simplest reason, just to be better than the other. Too bad. But whats great is how you threaten me. Perhaps you missed it Falcon. The mid card revolution. The group I've joined to make sure I'm protected as I rise to the top. They have my back. Even though we're after a much larger goal. They will make sure that you do not hurt me. Not that I need any help in taking care of you. They are just an insurance that nothing will go wrong. They shall make sure nothing goes wrong. If you even try to touch me outside of a ring, they will be down your throat so fast you won't even feel any pain... Just bam, and strait to the coma. You think you can handle that kind of power, go for it. Attack in the ring, while I"m refing, you'll pay for it, trust me. Week in and week out you'll pay for it. I"m not going to waste time here and now Falcon. Sunday, I'll show you exactly what happens when you mess with greatness. May God have Mercy on your Soul.
( Fade out )
( We open up in a cemetery. Angel is by himself, seemingly. He is kneeling at a stone. The camera comes it, it's the grave of his brother Faith. Near by is crumbled over stone with the name Damian. Angel looks fairly remorseful, for one with no feelings. )
Angel: Ahhh, Faith. All the fun we had together. Once upon a time we ran the world, you and I. More so than one would think too. Now your gone, and it's all my fault. I don't know what happened when you left us. It was you, Maniac, Falcon, and me... We were a crew. Then you were... murdered... And I went off to battle my demons... Maniac and Falcon carried on with the Social Enemies... But they were never really the same without us, you know? Now here we are. Your gone, Maniac is retired... Falcon and I are at each others throats... Just like old times, huh bro? Cept now, there's no one to break us apart, and make us get along. He wants to beat me, and I think I want to kill him, and here we are. Cutting foolish promos against one another till the day we fight. I don't know why we can't get along. I wish, ya know... We could put the Social Enemies back together... Sometimes I want that... Go get Maniac, bring Talon back into the fold... Even find Ed, so he could be the devious manager again. Then I remember, your gone, and it just wouldn't be the same. Eventually Ed would betray us, because he's always looking to better himself. Maniac would become self involved. Talon would go be the mid card wonder, and Falcon and I would end up killing each other anyways. So what's the point? Why not just let it happen? I know, I'm being crazy. Sorry bro. I know you and Falcon were close. He only pretended to not like you. He never really got over what happened. I think, I think he blames me more than I blame myself. Maybe that's what this is all really about... But no... It's not nearly as righteous as that. See ya bro.
( Angel gets up and begins to walk through the cemetery. )
Angel: No Falcon, it's much more selfish isn't it. You and I just want to beat each other, and for the simplest reason, just to be better than the other. Too bad. But whats great is how you threaten me. Perhaps you missed it Falcon. The mid card revolution. The group I've joined to make sure I'm protected as I rise to the top. They have my back. Even though we're after a much larger goal. They will make sure that you do not hurt me. Not that I need any help in taking care of you. They are just an insurance that nothing will go wrong. They shall make sure nothing goes wrong. If you even try to touch me outside of a ring, they will be down your throat so fast you won't even feel any pain... Just bam, and strait to the coma. You think you can handle that kind of power, go for it. Attack in the ring, while I"m refing, you'll pay for it, trust me. Week in and week out you'll pay for it. I"m not going to waste time here and now Falcon. Sunday, I'll show you exactly what happens when you mess with greatness. May God have Mercy on your Soul.
( Fade out )
