Post by Falcon on Apr 5, 2008 7:24:24 GMT -6
"Forget what Swayze said in Roadhouse.. Pain hurts. A little or a lot, it's all the same in the end. Being in this business just means that you accept that. That being in pain is just another cost of the job, the choices you made. Most people don't willfully put themselves in pain, I know there's some who get off on that sort of thing, and you'll find that wrestlers are in the former rather than the latter. That's why there are so many addicted to pain killers and other drugs. It's not pretty.. but it's true. I can't sit here and pretend to be a saint. My trips to the hospital have more than aquainted me with such friends as Morphine.. and Codine.. but I don't need them. So often I see guys in the back fresh off a match popping pills like they were inside a Pez dispenser. You try to warn them, tell them that what they're doing only leads down a dark road of despair. But they never listen. Every day you watch it get just a little bit worse. Two hundred milligrams become five hundred. Then a thousand. Soon they're empty on their prescription months before they should be. That's when the generics come in. Tylenol, Advil, Aleve, Bayer, Motrin.. just about anything they can get their hands on that has some effect on pain relief. They pop handfuls, not caring about the warning labels for dosage and the dangers of O'Ding. They just want the pain to stop, not realizing that the pain has been replaced by a high. Soon the high becomes all that matters. Their ring performance slips because they are in too much of a hurry to get back to the locker room for their fix. We've all seen it, some of us have even been there. Standing on the edge, medication in one hand, a drink in the other. Staring blankly into the abyss that does nothing but entice you into the darkness. I may not be a Saint or an Angel, but at least I know where I'm headed.. you know..?"
(Our scene opens up inside a hotel in Oaklahoma City. The sight of A Night to Remember, live on Pay-per-view. Looking around, it's pretty clear that this is the hotel bar. Fans stroll around, proudly displaying their favorite wrestler t-shirts. The staff mills about, enjoying the day before the event. Falcon is sitting by himself at the bar, oblivious to the party going on behind him. He idly plays with the straw in his drink as the camera takes the spot next to him.)
Falcon: You know Jason.. you heard everything I said. And didn't understand a damn word of it. So let me correct you.. again.. where is my list..?
(He digs around in his pockets, finding his PSP, and deftly flinging it on. He aims the camera at it, so we can see the video clips he has loaded into it.)
Falcon: I had to buy a frickin two gig stick to get all your crap on here. So let me see..(Plays SJ01.mp4. A video clip from Sexy Jason's last promo begins, it's only a couple seconds long. Enough for him to say one or two sentences.Something about the fans and his paycheck.)I never questioned your commitment to the fans or this business. I don't know why you'd bother replying to something I already told you was recorded ten some odd years ago and has nothing to do with you, but you went ahead and did it anyway. So, instead of mockery, I'll just inform you, not to do it again. In fact preceding this there will probably be another rant from me. It has nothing to do with you. K? Moving on.(Plays SJ02.mp4. Sexy Jasons opinion on whether Falcon should be in this match or not.)Here, you missed the point entirely. I said, Fox put me in here, because the fans demanded it. This was never about whether he, or you, thought I should be in this match at all. Honestly, I couldn't care less if I tried, about what you think of me being in this match. Fox looked at my career and saw a simple equation. Falcon plus Ladder equals ratings. That's why I'm here, unfortunately for you. I always have a tendancy to win at these kinds of things. Meh, I'll skip the one about the cage, since I already accepted the challenge regardless of this outcome. (Plays SJ04.mp4. Falcon helping Prophet and Falcon afraid of Prophet.)Ok, beat him within an inch of his life. Not going to affect me in the slightest. Secondly, when I said "call Prophet out" I meant calling him out on faking a mental illness. Which, if he were mentally ill, doing so would be meanspirited. But you don't see that because you're only Holy when it suits you. Hell, I already openly challenged him twice, what on earth would give you the idea I'm afraid of Prophet? Another classic example of you hearing me, but not listening. Last one.. (Plays SJ05.mp4. Banter between Tracy and Jason about his bruised ribs.)Now I'm not really one for the cruel belittiling, but seriously? Bruised ribs? You're going to point to that as a banner for your extremeness? Jump off a thirty foot cage with a broken elbow, then come talk to me about fighting through the pain. Have barbed wire wrapped around your head, put a trash can over your torso and let someone smack it with a chair a dozen times, then tell me about the fighting spirit of a champion. If you think bruised ribs are as extreme it's going to get, you, sir are sadly mistaken. If you think that I'm cavalier about this, that I'm not taking you seriously, you're also mistaken. I've always asked of everyone I've faced to give a hundred and fifty percent, because that's what I do. I expect the same in return. I wouldn't worry too much about me surviving anything, because I always do, win or lose. The whole "You can't kill me.. I'm immortal" thing remember?
(He shuts off his PSP and returns it to his pocket, takes a sip of his drink, and moves the camera so it's back at his side.)
Falcon: Man.. it only took..two promos to get Prophet to acknowledge the fact that I exist. I thought it would take at least three. Though in all honesty Prophet, I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you. All insanity aside, you're a fine upstanding human being. Ok, well maybe not upstanding. God knows threatening the lives of people you barely know isn't exactly bible worthy. All kidding aside, I'm kinda glad you decided to at least tell me you're going to try and cripple me. Very sporting of you. Kind of like the real meaning of the term "Civil War". I half expected you to cut another promo without acknowledging me at all. Then I would have to spend this time try to taunt the anger out of you until you saw nothing but my name and my visage everywhere you looked. Kinda glad it didn't come to that. I admire your spark though. I have no qualms about you trying to maim me or anything. I've never had a problem with anyone trying to end my career for any reason other than they wanted to beat me. Ask Angel, he'll tell you. It's because of our fued that proved that I deserved this chance. After being so generously gifted with this opportunity, I wouldn't dream of standing aside and letting you two have all the fun now would I? That just wouldn't be fair, or like me at all. But you know Prophet. I kind of enjoy being here, so I'm going to have to pass on the death you want to give me. Nice and thoughtful of you and all, but I'm just not ready to accept that kind of gift yet. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, and I also hate to disapoint, but you're just going to have to pick another number and head to the back of the line if you want to kill me. I got this whole gimmick thing now of being immortal and all, and I'm not sure I want to just end it all by dying just yet. So sorry. Who knows.. maybe it will be you who ends up in the emergency room this time? I mean, just because the weapons are there doesn't mean you'll be the only one who ends up using them. I hate to break this to you, but you're not the only one I've ever encountered who's been insane. I know, you may claim that you're the only one who has truly been insane, but I know for a fact that Angel tried to bring about the apocalypse a couple years ago. So it's not like "I want to kill you." is anything all that new. I mean hey, some guy tried to blow up a PWW arena with some experimental anti-matter bomb or something. I survived both of those. So I have a feeling that after Sunday I will both be walking on my own and breathing without assistance. Sorry if that puts a hex on your plans or anything. Tell you what though, if Jason retains, you get next shot at him. I'll stop chasing until you give me the go ahead personally. We'll put our cage match off until you've had your final say. K? Also, if I win, I'll put you second in line after his rematch. No ifs, ands, or butts. Jason gets his cage match, week after that, you get your shot in any way, shape or form you want it. Deal? Good. All plesantries aside your wife sounds like a lovely sadist and your poem gets a solid seven point five out of ten. After all that, I have nothing to say. See you on Sunday fellas, may the least bloody one win.
(I wish I could kill him myself. Actually.. Dark Prophet.. if you can hear me.. make sure you kill him please? He's really getting on my nerves with his whole emo thing. The world would be better off without him. kkthxbye.)
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(Our scene opens up inside a hotel in Oaklahoma City. The sight of A Night to Remember, live on Pay-per-view. Looking around, it's pretty clear that this is the hotel bar. Fans stroll around, proudly displaying their favorite wrestler t-shirts. The staff mills about, enjoying the day before the event. Falcon is sitting by himself at the bar, oblivious to the party going on behind him. He idly plays with the straw in his drink as the camera takes the spot next to him.)
Falcon: You know Jason.. you heard everything I said. And didn't understand a damn word of it. So let me correct you.. again.. where is my list..?
(He digs around in his pockets, finding his PSP, and deftly flinging it on. He aims the camera at it, so we can see the video clips he has loaded into it.)
Falcon: I had to buy a frickin two gig stick to get all your crap on here. So let me see..(Plays SJ01.mp4. A video clip from Sexy Jason's last promo begins, it's only a couple seconds long. Enough for him to say one or two sentences.Something about the fans and his paycheck.)I never questioned your commitment to the fans or this business. I don't know why you'd bother replying to something I already told you was recorded ten some odd years ago and has nothing to do with you, but you went ahead and did it anyway. So, instead of mockery, I'll just inform you, not to do it again. In fact preceding this there will probably be another rant from me. It has nothing to do with you. K? Moving on.(Plays SJ02.mp4. Sexy Jasons opinion on whether Falcon should be in this match or not.)Here, you missed the point entirely. I said, Fox put me in here, because the fans demanded it. This was never about whether he, or you, thought I should be in this match at all. Honestly, I couldn't care less if I tried, about what you think of me being in this match. Fox looked at my career and saw a simple equation. Falcon plus Ladder equals ratings. That's why I'm here, unfortunately for you. I always have a tendancy to win at these kinds of things. Meh, I'll skip the one about the cage, since I already accepted the challenge regardless of this outcome. (Plays SJ04.mp4. Falcon helping Prophet and Falcon afraid of Prophet.)Ok, beat him within an inch of his life. Not going to affect me in the slightest. Secondly, when I said "call Prophet out" I meant calling him out on faking a mental illness. Which, if he were mentally ill, doing so would be meanspirited. But you don't see that because you're only Holy when it suits you. Hell, I already openly challenged him twice, what on earth would give you the idea I'm afraid of Prophet? Another classic example of you hearing me, but not listening. Last one.. (Plays SJ05.mp4. Banter between Tracy and Jason about his bruised ribs.)Now I'm not really one for the cruel belittiling, but seriously? Bruised ribs? You're going to point to that as a banner for your extremeness? Jump off a thirty foot cage with a broken elbow, then come talk to me about fighting through the pain. Have barbed wire wrapped around your head, put a trash can over your torso and let someone smack it with a chair a dozen times, then tell me about the fighting spirit of a champion. If you think bruised ribs are as extreme it's going to get, you, sir are sadly mistaken. If you think that I'm cavalier about this, that I'm not taking you seriously, you're also mistaken. I've always asked of everyone I've faced to give a hundred and fifty percent, because that's what I do. I expect the same in return. I wouldn't worry too much about me surviving anything, because I always do, win or lose. The whole "You can't kill me.. I'm immortal" thing remember?
(He shuts off his PSP and returns it to his pocket, takes a sip of his drink, and moves the camera so it's back at his side.)
Falcon: Man.. it only took..two promos to get Prophet to acknowledge the fact that I exist. I thought it would take at least three. Though in all honesty Prophet, I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you. All insanity aside, you're a fine upstanding human being. Ok, well maybe not upstanding. God knows threatening the lives of people you barely know isn't exactly bible worthy. All kidding aside, I'm kinda glad you decided to at least tell me you're going to try and cripple me. Very sporting of you. Kind of like the real meaning of the term "Civil War". I half expected you to cut another promo without acknowledging me at all. Then I would have to spend this time try to taunt the anger out of you until you saw nothing but my name and my visage everywhere you looked. Kinda glad it didn't come to that. I admire your spark though. I have no qualms about you trying to maim me or anything. I've never had a problem with anyone trying to end my career for any reason other than they wanted to beat me. Ask Angel, he'll tell you. It's because of our fued that proved that I deserved this chance. After being so generously gifted with this opportunity, I wouldn't dream of standing aside and letting you two have all the fun now would I? That just wouldn't be fair, or like me at all. But you know Prophet. I kind of enjoy being here, so I'm going to have to pass on the death you want to give me. Nice and thoughtful of you and all, but I'm just not ready to accept that kind of gift yet. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, and I also hate to disapoint, but you're just going to have to pick another number and head to the back of the line if you want to kill me. I got this whole gimmick thing now of being immortal and all, and I'm not sure I want to just end it all by dying just yet. So sorry. Who knows.. maybe it will be you who ends up in the emergency room this time? I mean, just because the weapons are there doesn't mean you'll be the only one who ends up using them. I hate to break this to you, but you're not the only one I've ever encountered who's been insane. I know, you may claim that you're the only one who has truly been insane, but I know for a fact that Angel tried to bring about the apocalypse a couple years ago. So it's not like "I want to kill you." is anything all that new. I mean hey, some guy tried to blow up a PWW arena with some experimental anti-matter bomb or something. I survived both of those. So I have a feeling that after Sunday I will both be walking on my own and breathing without assistance. Sorry if that puts a hex on your plans or anything. Tell you what though, if Jason retains, you get next shot at him. I'll stop chasing until you give me the go ahead personally. We'll put our cage match off until you've had your final say. K? Also, if I win, I'll put you second in line after his rematch. No ifs, ands, or butts. Jason gets his cage match, week after that, you get your shot in any way, shape or form you want it. Deal? Good. All plesantries aside your wife sounds like a lovely sadist and your poem gets a solid seven point five out of ten. After all that, I have nothing to say. See you on Sunday fellas, may the least bloody one win.
(I wish I could kill him myself. Actually.. Dark Prophet.. if you can hear me.. make sure you kill him please? He's really getting on my nerves with his whole emo thing. The world would be better off without him. kkthxbye.)
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