Post by Falcon on May 8, 2008 7:17:42 GMT -6
(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck.. hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I was once like all of you. I believed everything I read in the newspapers, heard on the news, read in books and magazines... I trusted the people providing the information to have done their work like I do mine. Complete, methodical and thurough. Thanks to the web, we can find out almost instantly if someone lied, mislead or straight up frabricated anything. Nothing is the same, just as nothing seems to be sacred. Celebrities are stalked like war criminals, not knowing a moments peace or respite. The people we turn to for moral support and guidance lead double lives, as do the people we trust to lead us as a nation. These things, we cannot just change overnight. What we can change, however, is the way we think about it. But even then, it just might be too little too late. The world is deteriorating, literally and figuratively. Hatred for each other is at an all time high. We're about half a missed translation from nuclear winter, that is if Planet Helms doesn't invade us all first, but I digress. Severe storms are raging all over the planet, killing people left and right, knocking down the **** we just rebuilt from the last one. Hell, who knows, tomorrow the earth just might explode from the inside out. Just a chance we have to take. That is why people like you, the average everyday person, needs people like me, the wrestler, the entertainer. Watching us do what we do on TV every week, makes you forget, if even for a moment, the stresses that await you tomorrow.
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Did any of that really have a point? Did any of that affect what's going to happen this Sunday? More than likely not. I don't expect the rest of the roster to care about what I think. I mean, if they do, fine. If not, you won't catch me sitting here holding my breath in anticipation waiting for it. Just not my style you know. I suppose you could try to generate the argument that I was attempting to gain a psychological advantage against my opponent by making him think about random stuff. But I really wasn't. I was just speaking from my lil ole heart. Just talking to you, the fans, about something that I felt needed to be said. I suppose I could have started my rant already. I might have even been about half done by now, but where's the fun in that? I get so little chance to just speak to you about other things than how my opponents constantly underestimate me. How they constantly shoot themselves in the foot with their ill researched spiel about how much greater they are than me. How I constantly have to remind them of what is actually true, and how much their fiction they have created just does not stack up to the weight of what is real. Mostly, it isn't something I enjoy doing. Some of them just open their mouths before they think, and then bam, they need a refresher that nobody believes them. But that, is a whole other rant in and of itself.
And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
One more thing then I promise I'll get to the real part of this promo, scouts honor. To be perfectly honest with you, I was a little despondant when I saw the card for Reborn. I guess I should be happy that I'm just on it. Happy to be working, like I did at Soverign, and A Night to Remember.. and even Crossroads, though that match was in the dark, so I'm not surprised if you don't know what I'm talking about. But I mean, I did it didn't I? I defeated the big man, the resident number one contender for the Xtreme title, Jackhammer, in a one on one match, under hardcore rules no less. I'm sure his fans are none to thrilled about that, if they're even aware that I'm still standing after he promised, like so many others have, to utterly destroy me. I even won quote of the week for asking him to make sense. Someone in the front office still has yet to explain that to me. And yet, I sit here, looking at the card and my name is not under the Xtreme title match. I asked for this many times. I was simply ignored for all my trouble. I went on Collision last week and DEMANDED it, and still, nothing. What else do I have to prove? What other hoops do you want me to jump through? I just don't know any more. All I wanted was a second chance. Now it seems that I have to wait at the very least another month for it, longer should I succeed on Sunday. Why you ask? I'll get to that in a minute.
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I say that, because of where I stand now. While I made enough noise to get to where I wanted, someone apparently thought I deserved better. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the world's greatest wrestler, let alone proven enough here to be where I am, and yet, here I am. To be honest, I don't know why either of us are here, fighting for the reason they labeled this to be. Many more deserving wrestlers on this roster deserve this chance, while my opponent deserves far better than this. I know what you're thinking, why would I be sitting here, trying to build my opponents confidence in himself instead of trying to mentally break him down, to give myself an edge. The answer is that it's simply impossible. The "why" to that particular will be saved for the real start to this promo, when the camera fades in and you get to see me, in all my sad glory. But before that, I do have a message. This message goes to three distinct people. James Franklin Karn, John Anthony, and Joe Everyman. The message is that I wish all of you luck. Regardless of which of you is victorious at Reborn, just remember that the party you have afterwards can only last that one night. Regardless how my match at Reborn ends, that is when the work begins again for you. I'd hate to see the National Champion, new or old, drop the title in June because he became cavalier about either of us. It doesn't matter your personal opinion of me or my opponent, how much better you think you are. What matters is keeping what you worked for. Angel said it best. It's easy to get to the top, but it's impossible to stay there. And you stay there with effort, hard work, and 150% drive. Just saying "Simply better than you", won't cut it. Just saying "I give 100%" won't cut it. Just saying "Don't question my heart" won't cut it. I have faith in two of you, but sometimes, faith just is not enough.
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
Oh, Joe... You're not safe if I win and you retain.. you won't have a month off... but then again.. you knew that..
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
(We fade in on the locker room, prepped and ready for Reborn. Yes, I know it's a couple days early. But you know.. press dates.. event screenings.. the whole deal. Sorry if I broke your fantasy about wrestlers just showing up, putting on a show, and then leaving. Anyway, Falcon sits on the bench, his head in his hands, his eyes peeking out towards the camera from in between his fingers.)
Falcon: Honestly, I didn't imagine this for at least a year. I mean, yes, I make it my personal goal to wrestle against as many people as possible, trying to find the next great match. To cement the legacy of this business, not just myself or my opponent, but the very business itself. But Dave Holland... that's like when the Brooklyn Brawler wrestled Triple H. I live for situations like this. This is the epitome of what makes me do what I do, opportunities like this come along once in a blue moon. You see, Dave Holland is not your prototypical wrestler. He does not sit back in his castle, knowing exactly how good he is, and taunt those below him. He is a fighter. He takes every challenge seriously, every match for him becomes a great deal. He prepares mentally, physically and wholeheartedly. If Angel is my reflection as a wrestler, Dave Holland is my reflection as a human being. This man fought through five others in a hellacious match to get a chance for what he wanted. I fought through Angel in a match where we both risked not walking away to get what I wanted. A Night to Remember was just that, the night we were both supposed to dethrone others to claim what we worked for. And yet, it didn't turn out that way. Did you hear any complaints? Of course not. Because dwelling is strong suit of neither of us. Life goes on, the world continues to turn, yadda yadda yadda.. and so on and so forth from this day until eternity blah blah blah.
(He puts his hands down to rest on his knees, looking dead pan into the camera.)
Falcon: Now that I'm here, the question is what to do now? How to you prepare yourself for a man like Dave Holland? I can't just walk in expecting him to try and kill, maim, cripple or delight in causing me pain like Prophet or Jackhammer. I can't walk in expecting him to flash and showboat like JFK or Davey Ortega. I have to try to prepare to wrestle.. myself. It seems easy I know, but you are the hardest person for you to know after all. How do you replicate instinct, drive, improvisiation? How do you re-create all the variables that could happen, then plan to act accordingly? The answer is that you can't, not without being the omnipotent almighty. So Dave.. I can't promise you anything. Not even a great match, not this time. For the first time in a long time, an absolute first in nCw, I am at a loss as to what to do. I have three days or so to prepare for what I didn't think I would ever have to. This is going to be one hell of a trip, no matter what actually happens.
(The door opens, the camera turns to see it. Talon pokes his head in, with Joe Everyman hanging out behind him.)
Talon: We're going out to see Iron Man. You coming?
Falcon: Are you in it?
Talon: I was supposed to BE Iron Man. But Robert really wanted it, so I let him have it.
Falcon: Right. Be there in a minute. Well, Dave? I mean, honestly, I tried to find the words to demean and disrespect you. But it's just not there. I just don't have anything bad to say. I'm sorry, but I can't give you what I don't have. Maybe something will come to me in the next couple days, but I doubt it. All I can do is sit here and wait for you. Sit here and try to find..
(He stands up, heading for the door.)
...Somewhere I belong...
(Fade... Emo douche..)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck.. hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I was once like all of you. I believed everything I read in the newspapers, heard on the news, read in books and magazines... I trusted the people providing the information to have done their work like I do mine. Complete, methodical and thurough. Thanks to the web, we can find out almost instantly if someone lied, mislead or straight up frabricated anything. Nothing is the same, just as nothing seems to be sacred. Celebrities are stalked like war criminals, not knowing a moments peace or respite. The people we turn to for moral support and guidance lead double lives, as do the people we trust to lead us as a nation. These things, we cannot just change overnight. What we can change, however, is the way we think about it. But even then, it just might be too little too late. The world is deteriorating, literally and figuratively. Hatred for each other is at an all time high. We're about half a missed translation from nuclear winter, that is if Planet Helms doesn't invade us all first, but I digress. Severe storms are raging all over the planet, killing people left and right, knocking down the **** we just rebuilt from the last one. Hell, who knows, tomorrow the earth just might explode from the inside out. Just a chance we have to take. That is why people like you, the average everyday person, needs people like me, the wrestler, the entertainer. Watching us do what we do on TV every week, makes you forget, if even for a moment, the stresses that await you tomorrow.
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
Did any of that really have a point? Did any of that affect what's going to happen this Sunday? More than likely not. I don't expect the rest of the roster to care about what I think. I mean, if they do, fine. If not, you won't catch me sitting here holding my breath in anticipation waiting for it. Just not my style you know. I suppose you could try to generate the argument that I was attempting to gain a psychological advantage against my opponent by making him think about random stuff. But I really wasn't. I was just speaking from my lil ole heart. Just talking to you, the fans, about something that I felt needed to be said. I suppose I could have started my rant already. I might have even been about half done by now, but where's the fun in that? I get so little chance to just speak to you about other things than how my opponents constantly underestimate me. How they constantly shoot themselves in the foot with their ill researched spiel about how much greater they are than me. How I constantly have to remind them of what is actually true, and how much their fiction they have created just does not stack up to the weight of what is real. Mostly, it isn't something I enjoy doing. Some of them just open their mouths before they think, and then bam, they need a refresher that nobody believes them. But that, is a whole other rant in and of itself.
And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
One more thing then I promise I'll get to the real part of this promo, scouts honor. To be perfectly honest with you, I was a little despondant when I saw the card for Reborn. I guess I should be happy that I'm just on it. Happy to be working, like I did at Soverign, and A Night to Remember.. and even Crossroads, though that match was in the dark, so I'm not surprised if you don't know what I'm talking about. But I mean, I did it didn't I? I defeated the big man, the resident number one contender for the Xtreme title, Jackhammer, in a one on one match, under hardcore rules no less. I'm sure his fans are none to thrilled about that, if they're even aware that I'm still standing after he promised, like so many others have, to utterly destroy me. I even won quote of the week for asking him to make sense. Someone in the front office still has yet to explain that to me. And yet, I sit here, looking at the card and my name is not under the Xtreme title match. I asked for this many times. I was simply ignored for all my trouble. I went on Collision last week and DEMANDED it, and still, nothing. What else do I have to prove? What other hoops do you want me to jump through? I just don't know any more. All I wanted was a second chance. Now it seems that I have to wait at the very least another month for it, longer should I succeed on Sunday. Why you ask? I'll get to that in a minute.
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
I say that, because of where I stand now. While I made enough noise to get to where I wanted, someone apparently thought I deserved better. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the world's greatest wrestler, let alone proven enough here to be where I am, and yet, here I am. To be honest, I don't know why either of us are here, fighting for the reason they labeled this to be. Many more deserving wrestlers on this roster deserve this chance, while my opponent deserves far better than this. I know what you're thinking, why would I be sitting here, trying to build my opponents confidence in himself instead of trying to mentally break him down, to give myself an edge. The answer is that it's simply impossible. The "why" to that particular will be saved for the real start to this promo, when the camera fades in and you get to see me, in all my sad glory. But before that, I do have a message. This message goes to three distinct people. James Franklin Karn, John Anthony, and Joe Everyman. The message is that I wish all of you luck. Regardless of which of you is victorious at Reborn, just remember that the party you have afterwards can only last that one night. Regardless how my match at Reborn ends, that is when the work begins again for you. I'd hate to see the National Champion, new or old, drop the title in June because he became cavalier about either of us. It doesn't matter your personal opinion of me or my opponent, how much better you think you are. What matters is keeping what you worked for. Angel said it best. It's easy to get to the top, but it's impossible to stay there. And you stay there with effort, hard work, and 150% drive. Just saying "Simply better than you", won't cut it. Just saying "I give 100%" won't cut it. Just saying "Don't question my heart" won't cut it. I have faith in two of you, but sometimes, faith just is not enough.
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
Oh, Joe... You're not safe if I win and you retain.. you won't have a month off... but then again.. you knew that..
I wanna heal
I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal
I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
(We fade in on the locker room, prepped and ready for Reborn. Yes, I know it's a couple days early. But you know.. press dates.. event screenings.. the whole deal. Sorry if I broke your fantasy about wrestlers just showing up, putting on a show, and then leaving. Anyway, Falcon sits on the bench, his head in his hands, his eyes peeking out towards the camera from in between his fingers.)
Falcon: Honestly, I didn't imagine this for at least a year. I mean, yes, I make it my personal goal to wrestle against as many people as possible, trying to find the next great match. To cement the legacy of this business, not just myself or my opponent, but the very business itself. But Dave Holland... that's like when the Brooklyn Brawler wrestled Triple H. I live for situations like this. This is the epitome of what makes me do what I do, opportunities like this come along once in a blue moon. You see, Dave Holland is not your prototypical wrestler. He does not sit back in his castle, knowing exactly how good he is, and taunt those below him. He is a fighter. He takes every challenge seriously, every match for him becomes a great deal. He prepares mentally, physically and wholeheartedly. If Angel is my reflection as a wrestler, Dave Holland is my reflection as a human being. This man fought through five others in a hellacious match to get a chance for what he wanted. I fought through Angel in a match where we both risked not walking away to get what I wanted. A Night to Remember was just that, the night we were both supposed to dethrone others to claim what we worked for. And yet, it didn't turn out that way. Did you hear any complaints? Of course not. Because dwelling is strong suit of neither of us. Life goes on, the world continues to turn, yadda yadda yadda.. and so on and so forth from this day until eternity blah blah blah.
(He puts his hands down to rest on his knees, looking dead pan into the camera.)
Falcon: Now that I'm here, the question is what to do now? How to you prepare yourself for a man like Dave Holland? I can't just walk in expecting him to try and kill, maim, cripple or delight in causing me pain like Prophet or Jackhammer. I can't walk in expecting him to flash and showboat like JFK or Davey Ortega. I have to try to prepare to wrestle.. myself. It seems easy I know, but you are the hardest person for you to know after all. How do you replicate instinct, drive, improvisiation? How do you re-create all the variables that could happen, then plan to act accordingly? The answer is that you can't, not without being the omnipotent almighty. So Dave.. I can't promise you anything. Not even a great match, not this time. For the first time in a long time, an absolute first in nCw, I am at a loss as to what to do. I have three days or so to prepare for what I didn't think I would ever have to. This is going to be one hell of a trip, no matter what actually happens.
(The door opens, the camera turns to see it. Talon pokes his head in, with Joe Everyman hanging out behind him.)
Talon: We're going out to see Iron Man. You coming?
Falcon: Are you in it?
Talon: I was supposed to BE Iron Man. But Robert really wanted it, so I let him have it.
Falcon: Right. Be there in a minute. Well, Dave? I mean, honestly, I tried to find the words to demean and disrespect you. But it's just not there. I just don't have anything bad to say. I'm sorry, but I can't give you what I don't have. Maybe something will come to me in the next couple days, but I doubt it. All I can do is sit here and wait for you. Sit here and try to find..
(He stands up, heading for the door.)
...Somewhere I belong...
(Fade... Emo douche..)