Post by Angel on Jan 24, 2008 15:05:40 GMT -6
(Hartford Hungingford Hospital. Hartford, Ct. Monday Morning. The camera is coming down the hallway. We see Shelly standing outside, slouched against the wall. She looks very upset, we turn and head into an exam room. Angel is sitting on the tabled, wearing loose blue jeans, and a BRAND NEW ANGEL T SHIRT!!! Check NCWshopzone.com for prices. Angel has his head hung low. )
Angel: Dammit... You know what Falcon? After some of the **** you said, I should rip you to pieces. I should throw you off the top of skyscraper this time.. I should end your pitiful career. I know, you complimented me, and I thank you. But don't ever throw your damn insults at me. You got lucky, you barely beat me, and only because I screwed up. You know I had that match won, and you know I'd win this match too.Unfortunately, none of that matters. As you can see I'm in the hospital. After my match with Xavier Williams my arm started killing me. So I came here. You better pray that I"m injured, otherwise, your dead. I'll beat you three ways from Sunday, and back again. Just for fun Falcon, just for fun I'd let you get the upper hand, and then I'd break you down. Shatter your hopes, and then end your career, all in one match. I'd bring you to your knees Falcon.Your exactly the same punk I remember you being. Maniac's little bitch, come back for revenge on the one man you never REALLY beat.
( Angel stops talking as the doctor walks in. He's holding some x-rays, and some paper work. )
Angel: Morning Dr. Scuslebutt. How does it look?
Dr Scuslebutt: Well Angel... It's not good. It appears you sprained your elbow. I'm going to have to recommend you stay out of action for at the very most, one week.
Angel: A WEEK?! Your kidding?
Scuslebutt: I never kid young man. If you wrestle this Sunday, I"m afraid your only going to further injury yourself, and perhaps need two weeks off. I've already informed the NCW management about your condition. They said they would take you out of the triple threat match.
Angel: Man... I really wanted to kick Falcon's ass. And Taft... He might of shown up this time.. I could have made fun of him. This is horrible. Well, thank you Doc, I appreciate it.
Scuslebutt: Go home and rest Angel.
( Angel gets off the table, puts on his coat, and grabs Shelly. The scene fades. We are now in the parking garage outside. Angel is on the phone speaking with NCW management. He hangs up and begins to laugh hysterically. )
Shelly: What? What did they say?
Angel: They were very sorry that I could not participate directly in the match. They were really looking forward to me killing Falcon, I guess. But on the other hand, their happy because now they can really build up some momentum for a match... But that's not the good news. They said they still want at the show, and they still want me in the match... As... The... REFEREE!
Shelly: Holy christ... Are you serious? That's fantastic.
Angel: Yes, I thought so myself. You see, now I have direct control over your future Falcon. And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Cry, and bitch all you like. I'm the ref, I make the rules. I say what goes. If Taft decides he wants to go hardcore, hey, maybe I'll allow it. All I know is you better play fair. I don't wanna catch the righteous little Falcon breaking his own rules.
Shelly: Gotta be careful Angel. Don't want people to get the wrong idea about you. Besides, we can't do everything we want, at least in this match.
Angel: I know. I can't just out right screw him over, I know. But I can do enough. I'm not alone here Falcon, I've got a crew, like I always do. I'm part of a team, a unit. What are you? Alone, like always. Fighting for truth, justice, and the American way, or whatever stupid **** you stand for. Look here Falcon, I stand for me. This group, we're all working together to better ourselves, to put ourselves over the NCW trash that think they dominate this place. Together, we will all be stars. Of course, I am one in my own right. But just like you, I have to start over. Unlike you, however, I don't have an incredible hurdle to jump this Sunday. I hope you can make it. God knows I won't make it easy for you at all.
Shelly. Look Falcon. Come to the ring, bring your best, and pray that Angel's arm isn't too hurt that he can't count the one, two, three, and declare Taft the winner. Taft may be a complete moron, but of the two of you, he's the obvious winner. Just sit back Falcon, you'll always have next week to make an impact. This week is Angel's turn. And just like before, he will come out on top.
Angel: I always come out on top, don't I babe?
Shelly: Always.
( The scene fades out. We are now fading into an arena. A sold out crowd. The fans are going crazy and now we can see why. In the ring, the ring with PWW curtains on the side, and logo in the center. Angel and Falcon are going punch for punch. This is a little over three years ago. Angel gets the upper hand, he bashes Falcon's head into the ladder in the corner, then nails him with a clothesline. Angel sets up the ladder. He goes out side the ring and pulls out a table. He sets up the table. Falcon flys over the top, the two crash into the barrier. Falcon gets up and begins to kick Angel. Angel throws a punch to his gut, jumps up and spears him into the side of the ring. The two are exhausted, and gushing blood. Angel rolls Falcon in. Angel climbs up, Falcon snap mares Angel over the ropes and into the ring. Falcon begins to climb the ladder. Angel gets up and goes up the other side. They are on top of the ladder and going punch for punch. Angel slams Falcon's head into the top of the ladder. Angel goes to the top rung, grabs Falcon's head, and pulls him up too. Angel jumps pulling Falcon with him for the "Heaven's Fury" bulldog. The two crash through the table on the outside. Angel landed on his back, and Falcon went through face first. Falcon's arm is draped over Angel. The ref begins to count. 1..2..3... "Your winner.... FALCON!!!!" Both men are just laying there. Angel begins to move, and suddenly he realizes what happened. He pulls Falcon up and begins punching him again. Security rushes the ring and pulls them apart. The fans in the arena are going insane... The scene fades... )
Remember that Falcon? I do. You didn't beat me, you pinned me. Never once did you beat me. You won the match, yes, you went on to win the cruiser weight title. But you never beat me. You can't, you know you can't. No matter how hard you try, you can't. I'm just that much better. You threw everything you had at me, everything. I kept coming. I will always keep coming. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Kill yourself trying to stop me, please do. Throw yourself all over the place, off the top of the damn building... It will never be enough. You think I'm running, that I'm afraid of you? Never. I'm only afraid of one thing... You are not it. Losing isn't it... Losing isn't what bothers me about that match. If you beat me, I wouldn't care. I've lost my share of matches, so have you. But you didn't beat me. You couldn't. You some how got the win. After I killed myself to put you down. I just didn't have enough to roll you over and pin you, and know you didn't have enough to kick out if I had. We will rematch Falcon, don't you worry. The two of us we'll meet one on one, real soon. This injury, it's minor. I'm coming for you Falcon. The world needs to see you for the chump you really are. The world needs to know who is better. I promise, when its all over, I will be the best. I will be the last man standing. You and everything you are will be destroyed once and for all. I'm not Ethanol, you haven't beaten me twenty times. I'm not Clark, you didn't beat me in one move. I'm not Aaron Knight, or Sprade Rhaynes, or even Fenix... I'm Angel... The only opponent you've ever encountered who ever gave you a run for your money. Sure, you've lost matches before. You lost to some of the same idiots I lost too. But you could beat those idiots, so could I, we both know this. We both know there is no one quite like us. As much as I hate you Falcon, I respect you. Because out of all my opponents, no one has ever given a match like you. People beat me, but no one has done what you did. You matched me, almost bested me. I respect that. Unfortunately, I have to end your career for the very same reason I respect you. Maybe in another world, another time, we could have been friends... Not now.. I hope you enjoy your match with Taft. Just remember, I'll be right there... Watching and waiting... May God have Mercy on your Soul
Angel: Dammit... You know what Falcon? After some of the **** you said, I should rip you to pieces. I should throw you off the top of skyscraper this time.. I should end your pitiful career. I know, you complimented me, and I thank you. But don't ever throw your damn insults at me. You got lucky, you barely beat me, and only because I screwed up. You know I had that match won, and you know I'd win this match too.Unfortunately, none of that matters. As you can see I'm in the hospital. After my match with Xavier Williams my arm started killing me. So I came here. You better pray that I"m injured, otherwise, your dead. I'll beat you three ways from Sunday, and back again. Just for fun Falcon, just for fun I'd let you get the upper hand, and then I'd break you down. Shatter your hopes, and then end your career, all in one match. I'd bring you to your knees Falcon.Your exactly the same punk I remember you being. Maniac's little bitch, come back for revenge on the one man you never REALLY beat.
( Angel stops talking as the doctor walks in. He's holding some x-rays, and some paper work. )
Angel: Morning Dr. Scuslebutt. How does it look?
Dr Scuslebutt: Well Angel... It's not good. It appears you sprained your elbow. I'm going to have to recommend you stay out of action for at the very most, one week.
Angel: A WEEK?! Your kidding?
Scuslebutt: I never kid young man. If you wrestle this Sunday, I"m afraid your only going to further injury yourself, and perhaps need two weeks off. I've already informed the NCW management about your condition. They said they would take you out of the triple threat match.
Angel: Man... I really wanted to kick Falcon's ass. And Taft... He might of shown up this time.. I could have made fun of him. This is horrible. Well, thank you Doc, I appreciate it.
Scuslebutt: Go home and rest Angel.
( Angel gets off the table, puts on his coat, and grabs Shelly. The scene fades. We are now in the parking garage outside. Angel is on the phone speaking with NCW management. He hangs up and begins to laugh hysterically. )
Shelly: What? What did they say?
Angel: They were very sorry that I could not participate directly in the match. They were really looking forward to me killing Falcon, I guess. But on the other hand, their happy because now they can really build up some momentum for a match... But that's not the good news. They said they still want at the show, and they still want me in the match... As... The... REFEREE!
Shelly: Holy christ... Are you serious? That's fantastic.
Angel: Yes, I thought so myself. You see, now I have direct control over your future Falcon. And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Cry, and bitch all you like. I'm the ref, I make the rules. I say what goes. If Taft decides he wants to go hardcore, hey, maybe I'll allow it. All I know is you better play fair. I don't wanna catch the righteous little Falcon breaking his own rules.
Shelly: Gotta be careful Angel. Don't want people to get the wrong idea about you. Besides, we can't do everything we want, at least in this match.
Angel: I know. I can't just out right screw him over, I know. But I can do enough. I'm not alone here Falcon, I've got a crew, like I always do. I'm part of a team, a unit. What are you? Alone, like always. Fighting for truth, justice, and the American way, or whatever stupid **** you stand for. Look here Falcon, I stand for me. This group, we're all working together to better ourselves, to put ourselves over the NCW trash that think they dominate this place. Together, we will all be stars. Of course, I am one in my own right. But just like you, I have to start over. Unlike you, however, I don't have an incredible hurdle to jump this Sunday. I hope you can make it. God knows I won't make it easy for you at all.
Shelly. Look Falcon. Come to the ring, bring your best, and pray that Angel's arm isn't too hurt that he can't count the one, two, three, and declare Taft the winner. Taft may be a complete moron, but of the two of you, he's the obvious winner. Just sit back Falcon, you'll always have next week to make an impact. This week is Angel's turn. And just like before, he will come out on top.
Angel: I always come out on top, don't I babe?
Shelly: Always.
( The scene fades out. We are now fading into an arena. A sold out crowd. The fans are going crazy and now we can see why. In the ring, the ring with PWW curtains on the side, and logo in the center. Angel and Falcon are going punch for punch. This is a little over three years ago. Angel gets the upper hand, he bashes Falcon's head into the ladder in the corner, then nails him with a clothesline. Angel sets up the ladder. He goes out side the ring and pulls out a table. He sets up the table. Falcon flys over the top, the two crash into the barrier. Falcon gets up and begins to kick Angel. Angel throws a punch to his gut, jumps up and spears him into the side of the ring. The two are exhausted, and gushing blood. Angel rolls Falcon in. Angel climbs up, Falcon snap mares Angel over the ropes and into the ring. Falcon begins to climb the ladder. Angel gets up and goes up the other side. They are on top of the ladder and going punch for punch. Angel slams Falcon's head into the top of the ladder. Angel goes to the top rung, grabs Falcon's head, and pulls him up too. Angel jumps pulling Falcon with him for the "Heaven's Fury" bulldog. The two crash through the table on the outside. Angel landed on his back, and Falcon went through face first. Falcon's arm is draped over Angel. The ref begins to count. 1..2..3... "Your winner.... FALCON!!!!" Both men are just laying there. Angel begins to move, and suddenly he realizes what happened. He pulls Falcon up and begins punching him again. Security rushes the ring and pulls them apart. The fans in the arena are going insane... The scene fades... )
Remember that Falcon? I do. You didn't beat me, you pinned me. Never once did you beat me. You won the match, yes, you went on to win the cruiser weight title. But you never beat me. You can't, you know you can't. No matter how hard you try, you can't. I'm just that much better. You threw everything you had at me, everything. I kept coming. I will always keep coming. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Kill yourself trying to stop me, please do. Throw yourself all over the place, off the top of the damn building... It will never be enough. You think I'm running, that I'm afraid of you? Never. I'm only afraid of one thing... You are not it. Losing isn't it... Losing isn't what bothers me about that match. If you beat me, I wouldn't care. I've lost my share of matches, so have you. But you didn't beat me. You couldn't. You some how got the win. After I killed myself to put you down. I just didn't have enough to roll you over and pin you, and know you didn't have enough to kick out if I had. We will rematch Falcon, don't you worry. The two of us we'll meet one on one, real soon. This injury, it's minor. I'm coming for you Falcon. The world needs to see you for the chump you really are. The world needs to know who is better. I promise, when its all over, I will be the best. I will be the last man standing. You and everything you are will be destroyed once and for all. I'm not Ethanol, you haven't beaten me twenty times. I'm not Clark, you didn't beat me in one move. I'm not Aaron Knight, or Sprade Rhaynes, or even Fenix... I'm Angel... The only opponent you've ever encountered who ever gave you a run for your money. Sure, you've lost matches before. You lost to some of the same idiots I lost too. But you could beat those idiots, so could I, we both know this. We both know there is no one quite like us. As much as I hate you Falcon, I respect you. Because out of all my opponents, no one has ever given a match like you. People beat me, but no one has done what you did. You matched me, almost bested me. I respect that. Unfortunately, I have to end your career for the very same reason I respect you. Maybe in another world, another time, we could have been friends... Not now.. I hope you enjoy your match with Taft. Just remember, I'll be right there... Watching and waiting... May God have Mercy on your Soul
