Post by Falcon on Feb 27, 2008 9:49:50 GMT -6
: Sir.. you can't stay here...Falcon: Give me a minute..
: Sir.. we're closing up.. you can't stay here any more..Falcon: I said.. give me a minute..
: And I said..Falcon: (interrupting) If you say leave one more time.. I won't be responsible for what happens..
(The scene fades in outside some random building, probably a bar, hence the whole closing up thing early in the morning. Falcon is sitting in the alley, almost like he was homeless, with his back against the wall. The irate bouncer is standing over him like a vulture.)
Bouncer: Did you just threaten me..?
Falcon: Go... away.. NOW...
(The man seemed taken aback by Falcons tone, which was ice cold and razor sharp. Obviously this man was not your ordinary drunk, if in fact he was. (He's not, by the way.) But clearly the bouncer didn't watch wrestling either, despite the fact that this very bar showed every wrestling pay-per-view from every major promotion that could afford the air time. Slowly, without further words exchanged, the bouncer went back inside the bar, content to let the crazy dude sit out there in his misery.)
Falcon: Well Angel.. I hope you're happy. Three years of your life comes to fruition this Sunday at Sovereign. If you win, you not only accomplish what you've wanted for the last thousand days and nights or so, but you also get what you want right now. Is that sweet Angel? How many nights have you laid awake consumed by your anger? How many times have you dreamed of how you would be remembered, and in the midst of your dream, all you could see was my face? I never intended for anything like that to occur. When that match was made, all I cared about was entertaining the fans by having a hell of a match with you, then going on to reclaim my Cruiserweight title against Ethanol. I did both. After that night was over, all I cared about was what the fans said about the show. You knew that, and to be honest I think you thought the same thing, just a little twisted perhaps. You looked at all the reviews, the forum boards, the chat rooms and all you could see was .. "Falcon defeats Angel." Is there something bigger than this for you? I doubt it. Honestly, for the last month or so, watching everything you do, I think I realize that maybe you're right. This might be bigger than the two of us. The very foundation of our careers can begin here. You may think we're legends, but I've come to think that we're only just beginning, you and I.
(He pauses to light a cigarette. Taking a deep drag before exhaling the smoke into the crisp morning air. He leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes.)
Falcon: A steel cage huh? Not all that surprised really, you always were one for the high drama with higher impact. Will he escape this time? Oh No, pulled back into the ring and the match continues. No pinfalls or submissions either. Which only tells me that you're not concerned with outwrestling me, just outdamaging. Though I applaude your courage, this only brings the point home further that you really do want to see me gone. Not only from here, but from everywhere. I suppose that's fine, though I can hardly condone the notion. But.. you're Angel.. the almighty patron saint of bad ass and nobody is going to be able to convince you otherwise right? Who knows.. you might even be right. I've seen things out of you that I honestly didn't think I would in a million years. Things that... I would do.. so here's the real question Angel. Am I you? Or are you Me? Shakespear-esque I know, but I think you get the picture, even if the flash is a little off. The thing is.. I know you can beat me Angel, not just because I've always known I was beatable, but because I know you. That's why I try so much harder against you than anyone I've ever faced. Ethanol and I were similar, but he's not even in the same library as us, let alone close to being on the same page. This is why I was chosen to be a member of the greatest stable wrestling has ever seen. You may not like it, but you don't have to.
(He stands up, stepping on his burned down cigarette. I know I should have clever quippy scenery descriptive monologue here, but I just don't have any right now.. Or did I just do it unintentionally? Man I'm good at what I do.)
Falcon: Is it really going to be over after this? I won't have to watch out behind every corner for you? Somehow I doubt it Angel. If I win, it'll just be the same scenario all over again. If you win, then we'll be even. And you know that you always have to be one better don't you? So even if this goes the way you plan, where does that leave us? Right back at square one, where we started three years ago. You were more than right about me Angel. I didn't start wrestling to gain glory for myself, and that was what drew me into that match with you. Knowing that win or loss, there would be a tape somewhere of Falcon vs Angel. One for the archives if you will. Something we both could speak about for the rest of our careers. A match that would be praised for generations as an icon in pure skill and entertainment value. Will this match follow suit? You can bet all the condoms in Vegas that it will. So here it is Angel, no jokes, no threats, just the facts. I've put the gun back into your corner. Scream, Aim and Fire.
(Falcon heads off down the street. The camera follows as it fades. Man, that guy is so damn Emo.. Bullet for my Valentine.. come on dude.. err sorry off topic. Fade.)
