Post by Falcon on Jan 25, 2008 8:03:07 GMT -6
Taco Bell Arena
Boise, Idaho
2 Days Before The Pay-per-view
(The shot opens looking at Falcon, laughing at a blue screen on a television, near hysterics mind you. It takes a minute or so for him to compose himself, even going so far as to catch his breath and wipe a tear from his eye. He stands up, and removes a tape from the televisions built in VCR and sets it on the table. An nCw staffer walks in, gives Falcon a confused look as he sets a sheet of paper on the table.)
Staffer: You alright sir?
Falcon: Oh sure.. just watching a tape of the last Angel promo. It's hilarious.. have you seen it?
Staffer: Errr no actually..
Falcon (Hands the tape over): It's a riot trust me.. Is this the info about the match change on Sunday?
Staffer: Yeah, Angel is no longer in it as an opponent, he is now the special guest referee.
Falcon: There goes a fair and non-biased match.
Staffer: You don't think he'll call it down the middle?
Falcon: Think about what you know about Angel.. and then answer that question yourself.
Staffer: I see your point.
(The Staffer takes the tape and exits the room. Falcon finds a chair and props it next to the table. He sits and places his feet on it as if he owned the damned thing. He reads the paper briefly, then crumples it up and throws it into a trash can. He reaches into his pocket for a pack of fresh marlboro lights and is about to light one up when he spies the no smoking sign on the wall. He grumbles, and puts the delicious smokes back in his pocket.)
Falcon: There's a lot of things I wonder about. How can we cure world hunger? Will the earth really blow up in the next 15 or so years..? Will Survivor ever start being a good t.v. show? There is one thing I never have to wonder about though. It's that you, Angel. Can never and will never change. At least not until long after I'm gone. Do you listen to me at all? I used to think that sometimes I said things to you, and you only heard half of it. So, at the behest of repeating my long tired diatribes, I'm simply going to reiterate it for you. One: I'm not after revenge, because it's a fruitless pursuit. I want to wrestle you again, because as you said, it was a damn good match and that as you -should- know by now is the only thing that I am after. Yeah, I pinned you, you can call it any kind of technicality you want, it's not important to you, I, or anyone else watching. Two: I was praying that you weren't injured, hell if I were you I'd wrestle anyway. You forget I wrestled with a broken elbow, and yeah, I lost, and yeah all I did was hurt myself further. But, I have no regrets. Three: No, I don't think you're afraid of me, nor do I see any reason why you should be. But, thinking about it, why would you bring that up? Maybe you need to look hard at yourself and wonder if maybe you are, just a little bit, deep down on the inside, afraid. I won't even get into the whole breaking the rules thing, because if anyone knows how extreme I could be.. I'm pretty sure it's you. Now that all that is out of the way, I merely have one more thing. You can try to screw me all day, and hell, you might even succeed. But I can't be held responsible for what happens to you if you fail. Your call.
(Falcon reaches forward and grabs the camera. He pulls it in close for a tight shot of his face, all serious now and focused. He taps a knuckle on the camera lens for emphasis.)
Falcon: Helllooooo?? Taffffttttt?? Are you down there? It's just you and me buddy. Sure Angel may still be lurking around but for the most part you don't have to worry about him smacking you in the back of the head, since he'll be focused on me. Are you going to be a good little boy and start being yourself again? I will beat it out of you, I swear it. Angel or no Angel. I'm tired of waiting for you to man up and be responsible, Taft. Since the whole asking thing didn't work I'm just going to try a page out of the grimoir de Angel and try insulting you. Come on Taft, turn off the Xbox.. I know that Katamari is a riveting game but you have a job to do. Just step out of the closet and make a right and bam, you'll be at the ring before you know it. Who else do you have in there with you? Dax Clark? Micheal Jackson? Elton John? Seriously Taft, put the controller down and stop playing with yourself for twenty minutes so I can beat you back into yourself. I mean, we know you don't have Xbox live or anything so you're not teaming up with Scotty in the U.K. and Kimiko in Japan to save the Princess Ruska from the clutches of the evil goblin horde or anything. ....Don't ask me how I know about that either. Long story. So, at the risk of beating a dead horse I'm simply going to leave it be at that. Next step with be threatening and finally, gratuitous violence. So I leave the choice up to you Taft. Just grab the handle of the closet door and make sure you turn it to the right this time or else it won't open. I'll be right here waiting... Don't keep me in suspense.
(Falcon lets go of the camera as it fades to black.)
Boise, Idaho
2 Days Before The Pay-per-view
(The shot opens looking at Falcon, laughing at a blue screen on a television, near hysterics mind you. It takes a minute or so for him to compose himself, even going so far as to catch his breath and wipe a tear from his eye. He stands up, and removes a tape from the televisions built in VCR and sets it on the table. An nCw staffer walks in, gives Falcon a confused look as he sets a sheet of paper on the table.)
Staffer: You alright sir?
Falcon: Oh sure.. just watching a tape of the last Angel promo. It's hilarious.. have you seen it?
Staffer: Errr no actually..
Falcon (Hands the tape over): It's a riot trust me.. Is this the info about the match change on Sunday?
Staffer: Yeah, Angel is no longer in it as an opponent, he is now the special guest referee.
Falcon: There goes a fair and non-biased match.
Staffer: You don't think he'll call it down the middle?
Falcon: Think about what you know about Angel.. and then answer that question yourself.
Staffer: I see your point.
(The Staffer takes the tape and exits the room. Falcon finds a chair and props it next to the table. He sits and places his feet on it as if he owned the damned thing. He reads the paper briefly, then crumples it up and throws it into a trash can. He reaches into his pocket for a pack of fresh marlboro lights and is about to light one up when he spies the no smoking sign on the wall. He grumbles, and puts the delicious smokes back in his pocket.)
Falcon: There's a lot of things I wonder about. How can we cure world hunger? Will the earth really blow up in the next 15 or so years..? Will Survivor ever start being a good t.v. show? There is one thing I never have to wonder about though. It's that you, Angel. Can never and will never change. At least not until long after I'm gone. Do you listen to me at all? I used to think that sometimes I said things to you, and you only heard half of it. So, at the behest of repeating my long tired diatribes, I'm simply going to reiterate it for you. One: I'm not after revenge, because it's a fruitless pursuit. I want to wrestle you again, because as you said, it was a damn good match and that as you -should- know by now is the only thing that I am after. Yeah, I pinned you, you can call it any kind of technicality you want, it's not important to you, I, or anyone else watching. Two: I was praying that you weren't injured, hell if I were you I'd wrestle anyway. You forget I wrestled with a broken elbow, and yeah, I lost, and yeah all I did was hurt myself further. But, I have no regrets. Three: No, I don't think you're afraid of me, nor do I see any reason why you should be. But, thinking about it, why would you bring that up? Maybe you need to look hard at yourself and wonder if maybe you are, just a little bit, deep down on the inside, afraid. I won't even get into the whole breaking the rules thing, because if anyone knows how extreme I could be.. I'm pretty sure it's you. Now that all that is out of the way, I merely have one more thing. You can try to screw me all day, and hell, you might even succeed. But I can't be held responsible for what happens to you if you fail. Your call.
(Falcon reaches forward and grabs the camera. He pulls it in close for a tight shot of his face, all serious now and focused. He taps a knuckle on the camera lens for emphasis.)
Falcon: Helllooooo?? Taffffttttt?? Are you down there? It's just you and me buddy. Sure Angel may still be lurking around but for the most part you don't have to worry about him smacking you in the back of the head, since he'll be focused on me. Are you going to be a good little boy and start being yourself again? I will beat it out of you, I swear it. Angel or no Angel. I'm tired of waiting for you to man up and be responsible, Taft. Since the whole asking thing didn't work I'm just going to try a page out of the grimoir de Angel and try insulting you. Come on Taft, turn off the Xbox.. I know that Katamari is a riveting game but you have a job to do. Just step out of the closet and make a right and bam, you'll be at the ring before you know it. Who else do you have in there with you? Dax Clark? Micheal Jackson? Elton John? Seriously Taft, put the controller down and stop playing with yourself for twenty minutes so I can beat you back into yourself. I mean, we know you don't have Xbox live or anything so you're not teaming up with Scotty in the U.K. and Kimiko in Japan to save the Princess Ruska from the clutches of the evil goblin horde or anything. ....Don't ask me how I know about that either. Long story. So, at the risk of beating a dead horse I'm simply going to leave it be at that. Next step with be threatening and finally, gratuitous violence. So I leave the choice up to you Taft. Just grab the handle of the closet door and make sure you turn it to the right this time or else it won't open. I'll be right here waiting... Don't keep me in suspense.
(Falcon lets go of the camera as it fades to black.)
