Post by skyslayers on Jul 19, 2008 10:53:52 GMT -6
(We fade in on a locker room. Presumably the one at Last Stand. That's usually where we end up on Saturday. Falcon is sitting on the bench, both feet tapping on the floor rapidly, his hands wringing angrily. His mouth opens a little, like he's about to say something, then he just looks off to the side. Another long minute passes, before he finally decides on, not words, but a simple gesture to get his point across. His arm comes up and he extends his hand toward the camera, a certain finger held up for the whole world to see. Not exactly PG, but sometimes you just don't have a choice.)
Falcon: **** you Chris Taylor...
(He pauses, letting the words sink in.)
Falcon: You heard me... **** you.. for all you think I haven't changed, all you've done was show me that your the same pretentious childish assclown everyone told me you were. Back in the day, I would have laughed it off as jealous ramblings, but you went right ahead and proved it. You couldn't take the fact that I didn't come out here and insult you. You couldn't handle that when I was finished speaking, you didn't have anything to retort to. It was all you could do to get angry, and ramble on about the same **** you always do. You made an accusation, I responded with the truth, and you proceeded to deny my truth with your same bull**** accusation. I can only tell you what I see out of you Chris. Yesterday, I thought I saw someone who had actually changed like he promised. Someone who really wanted to start over and craft a new legacy for himself in a foreign environment. Well, that works better without everyone having to wade through your gigantic piles of stagnant crap from ninety seven. Man, if I reuse speeches, you must be the Al ****ing Gore of recycled rhetoric.
(He pauses. Stopping to gather his thoughts and put them into coherant words instead of just some raving insult fest. After all, he's not Chris Diamond.)
Falcon: For as much as you think I don't know you, you sure as **** don't know anything about me. Oh sure, you know what I tell you. That, yes, I am here because I love to fight. I love the competitive rush from being in that ring against the best there is. That's why when they said, here sign on this line and you'll get to face Maniac and Ricky Johnson this week. I couldn't sign fast enough. I'd been dreaming of facing you ever since I first saw you wrestle. It may have taken several years, but I finally got the chance. And this is what I have to deal with. Someone who should know better than damn near everyone that the very situation he believes I was afraid of, is the very thing I live for. I can't describe the rush in terms you could understand, anymore than I could describe sex to someone who has never had it. You might be right after all, I may not be entirely without fear. Courage isn't neccessarily the absence of fear, but sometimes you have to swallow that pride and cut your losses when you know you're beat. Unfortunately, that's something I've never really been good at. Call me an opptomist, but if you're going to beat me Chris. I'm going to make you do it. You already know what it takes to do that, but you also know that what doesn't kill someone only makes them stronger. The hype is dead Chris. You can't rely on it anymore. Not that I think you ever really needed to, but since you turned your new leaf and haven't changed a bit. What else am I supposed to think?
(He stands up, thinking again for a minute.)
Falcon: You know what Chris... since you seem to be so capable of telling me how I really am, I think you deserve a little quid pro quo. I created that video package to give you my honest opinion. What I noticed from that match from last week, compared to the way things used to be. It was supposed to drive the point home that things always change. But heaven forbid you just accept it for what it was. You didn't want to relive your failure because you can't handle the fact that you've failed at anything. Tyrant beat me, and I admit that, because it happened. You didn't put it all behind you to look at the future, you forced it out of your mind because you're ashamed of it. You look back now and all you see is that one incident. You can't get over it, so you pretend that you are. You condemn people for talking about it, saying that it doesn't matter to anyone. But everybody knows that your past defines who you are, as the future defines who you'll be. Throwing your temper around, telling everyone to forget it, just means that you can't live with the way it went down. You think everybody is just going to forget that you're Maniac? It's like Brad Kane thinking people won't remember Reckless Jack. Like when that DVD comes out people are going to watch it and say.. man that Jack guy looks an awful lot like Brad Kane. I'm not reliving the past Chris, but you're running from it. I could have cut two random talking in a room promos last week, instead of documenting that trip. I certainly had enough time. But I thought the people might like to see it. And I used it to prove a point to you, a point that you missed. But then again, since that point would make you have to think about yourself, you ignored it. But you know what, just for you, I'll stop talking about PWW. Because as cool as we used to be, I don't want a ****ing thing to do with you anymore. If that makes us enemies.. so be it.
...Not like it's anything new.
(He sits back down, staring at the camera again.)
Falcon: As for Rob, well, I don't have much to say. But yet again the world is forced to stare at a screen and watch you tell them what they should be doing. Who they should be bowing to. But hey, if that's how you want to get by, far be it from me to tell you how to do things. As far as the pride thing goes, I really wished you'd of thought that one through a little more. Maybe run it by the puppet before you said it. Maybe you didn't hear Chris, but I really don't like tag team wrestling, so winning and then flaunting the titles in my face isn't going to make me lose any sleep. As for Talon, well, somehow I don't think he'll be grinding his teeth out of anger because of it. But, I suppose if you really wanted to take something from me. All you'd have to do was just.. not show up. I mean if you really wanted to, that's about all you can take from me. Though I don't think running away from the hero is very villainy. Especially since it's your job to crush us like the ants we are. I'm not much for the whole comic scene, but I think that's how it's supposed to go. You start some evil plan.. we try to stop it.. you almost win.. then someone in your camp betrays you and you find yourself fleeing the scene after your plot has been foiled. Just think, if Cobra had waited just like five more minutes to betray Cobra Commander, there would be no more G.I. Joe?
Talon: Then of course there is always just the heroes dumb luck...
(Talon enters the room, holding a bottle of water, and a Jack of Clubs.)
Falcon: Couldn't hurt.. whats with the card?
Talon: It's my lucky Jack.. whenever I need a one or two outer on the river.. it's usually the Jack of Clubs.
Falcon: Ahhh symbolism.. glorious..
Talon: Yeah, you see.. I know how to symbolize properly.
Falcon: You're talking about what Chris said about his poker reference?
Talon: Yeah.. see he said he was going to use an analogy I could understand, and then makes it obscure and weird. I see what he means now, but to be honest I could have used that explanation the other day. To him, it seems like I opened my mouth and inserted my foot. Like I'm supposed to be some god of poker or something. He wants a god of poker, I suggest Davey Ortega. I played a bit at his casino a while back. Man's a telepath I swear.
Falcon: I wouldn't go that far. But he is pretty good.
Talon: Yeah. But as funny as that poker rant was, it's almost as funny as when he said I lose all my big match situations.
Falcon: I don't really recall you having a big match situation. Even back then in the place I can't mention because Chris said not to.
Talon: True, for the most part. I had two title shots then, and I won both of them. I never got what was due to me, and yes, Chris.. it's still due to me, and the closest thing I've had to a big match here was the #1 shot for the X division a couple months ago. So far, this is the biggest shot I've had. But, I'd love for you to tell me where I've failed. I want you to go back into the vault and find something from that place. Simply because you're so adamant about not having anything to do with it. Are you willing to go that far to disregard what you just stated to prove a point that, let's face it, doesn't need to be proven. You're right, both of you. I'm not really worth talking about. But I'm working on it, that's about all I can really ask for anyway.
Falcon: You see, what neither one of you can seem to grasp is that, this match is not just a simple tag match. The past, whether you admit it or not, makes this a whole lot more, if only between the four of us. That was what we were trying to get across. I wanted the most frenzied crowd I've ever seen at Last Stand. Not for the four way ladder match, not for the asylum.. which by the way seems to be a really irresponsible match... but for this match. I know it's asking a lot, but it's just what I want to see. Call me selfish I guess..
Talon: Us..
Falcon: Call us selfish..
Talon: I suppose we should talk about Ricky and John.
Falcon: It's the polite thing I guess. I know you're only up on that because he was playing poker in his last promo.
Talon: Well yes and no. I mean, he finally had something to say, which at least shows me he's interested in whats going on. But no, because I really want to just ask him what the hell he was thinking playing low connectors.. suited or no. I mean, I know you have to be more aggresive with your hand selection in cash games, but after the turn you probably should have folded. John might not have been in his right mind calling a three quarter pot sized bet with a pocket pair with three overcards on the flop, but he had a chance to win. Then he made a set, you still had a gutshot with one to go. I mean, yeah you hit it, but I can guarantee you that Ortega was screaming at the t.v. like I was. But enough of that.
Falcon: You know Ricky. Luck may help you in poker, but as you said, luck comes in spurts.. and I'm hoping you didn't waste it all trying to win twenty five grand. That would be a shame. I apologize for being annoying, because in all seriousness all I wanted was to motivate you into breaking out of your cycle. I mean, you admitted it, that you've been sucking. When someone gets down like that..
Talon: All they need is a little pep talk. We spoke highly of you when we faced you the first time. Sorry if you missed it. If you want respect, you don't have to look over here. Try Diamonds Incorporated. They seem to be lacking in giving out respect.
Falcon: Hate to break this to you Ricky, but beating me is not going to stop me from trying to be a comedian. Hell the only thing it will do is make me give you a round of applause and congratulate you on your validation. If I had a dollar.. just a dollar mind you.. I'd put it on you guys. Because it's always the dark horse that puts on the best show when all the chips are on the table.
Talon: But, we're sporting guys.. so tell you what.. after Last Stand, regardless of what happens.. you, John and Roxi are invited to sit down with the Social Enemies for a nice rousing cash game of No Limit Hold'em. Buy in is set at.. oh.. ten grand minimum.. max is.. a hundred. Whatever you guys bring, we'll match.
...what do you say?
(fade)
Falcon: **** you Chris Taylor...
(He pauses, letting the words sink in.)
Falcon: You heard me... **** you.. for all you think I haven't changed, all you've done was show me that your the same pretentious childish assclown everyone told me you were. Back in the day, I would have laughed it off as jealous ramblings, but you went right ahead and proved it. You couldn't take the fact that I didn't come out here and insult you. You couldn't handle that when I was finished speaking, you didn't have anything to retort to. It was all you could do to get angry, and ramble on about the same **** you always do. You made an accusation, I responded with the truth, and you proceeded to deny my truth with your same bull**** accusation. I can only tell you what I see out of you Chris. Yesterday, I thought I saw someone who had actually changed like he promised. Someone who really wanted to start over and craft a new legacy for himself in a foreign environment. Well, that works better without everyone having to wade through your gigantic piles of stagnant crap from ninety seven. Man, if I reuse speeches, you must be the Al ****ing Gore of recycled rhetoric.
(He pauses. Stopping to gather his thoughts and put them into coherant words instead of just some raving insult fest. After all, he's not Chris Diamond.)
Falcon: For as much as you think I don't know you, you sure as **** don't know anything about me. Oh sure, you know what I tell you. That, yes, I am here because I love to fight. I love the competitive rush from being in that ring against the best there is. That's why when they said, here sign on this line and you'll get to face Maniac and Ricky Johnson this week. I couldn't sign fast enough. I'd been dreaming of facing you ever since I first saw you wrestle. It may have taken several years, but I finally got the chance. And this is what I have to deal with. Someone who should know better than damn near everyone that the very situation he believes I was afraid of, is the very thing I live for. I can't describe the rush in terms you could understand, anymore than I could describe sex to someone who has never had it. You might be right after all, I may not be entirely without fear. Courage isn't neccessarily the absence of fear, but sometimes you have to swallow that pride and cut your losses when you know you're beat. Unfortunately, that's something I've never really been good at. Call me an opptomist, but if you're going to beat me Chris. I'm going to make you do it. You already know what it takes to do that, but you also know that what doesn't kill someone only makes them stronger. The hype is dead Chris. You can't rely on it anymore. Not that I think you ever really needed to, but since you turned your new leaf and haven't changed a bit. What else am I supposed to think?
(He stands up, thinking again for a minute.)
Falcon: You know what Chris... since you seem to be so capable of telling me how I really am, I think you deserve a little quid pro quo. I created that video package to give you my honest opinion. What I noticed from that match from last week, compared to the way things used to be. It was supposed to drive the point home that things always change. But heaven forbid you just accept it for what it was. You didn't want to relive your failure because you can't handle the fact that you've failed at anything. Tyrant beat me, and I admit that, because it happened. You didn't put it all behind you to look at the future, you forced it out of your mind because you're ashamed of it. You look back now and all you see is that one incident. You can't get over it, so you pretend that you are. You condemn people for talking about it, saying that it doesn't matter to anyone. But everybody knows that your past defines who you are, as the future defines who you'll be. Throwing your temper around, telling everyone to forget it, just means that you can't live with the way it went down. You think everybody is just going to forget that you're Maniac? It's like Brad Kane thinking people won't remember Reckless Jack. Like when that DVD comes out people are going to watch it and say.. man that Jack guy looks an awful lot like Brad Kane. I'm not reliving the past Chris, but you're running from it. I could have cut two random talking in a room promos last week, instead of documenting that trip. I certainly had enough time. But I thought the people might like to see it. And I used it to prove a point to you, a point that you missed. But then again, since that point would make you have to think about yourself, you ignored it. But you know what, just for you, I'll stop talking about PWW. Because as cool as we used to be, I don't want a ****ing thing to do with you anymore. If that makes us enemies.. so be it.
...Not like it's anything new.
(He sits back down, staring at the camera again.)
Falcon: As for Rob, well, I don't have much to say. But yet again the world is forced to stare at a screen and watch you tell them what they should be doing. Who they should be bowing to. But hey, if that's how you want to get by, far be it from me to tell you how to do things. As far as the pride thing goes, I really wished you'd of thought that one through a little more. Maybe run it by the puppet before you said it. Maybe you didn't hear Chris, but I really don't like tag team wrestling, so winning and then flaunting the titles in my face isn't going to make me lose any sleep. As for Talon, well, somehow I don't think he'll be grinding his teeth out of anger because of it. But, I suppose if you really wanted to take something from me. All you'd have to do was just.. not show up. I mean if you really wanted to, that's about all you can take from me. Though I don't think running away from the hero is very villainy. Especially since it's your job to crush us like the ants we are. I'm not much for the whole comic scene, but I think that's how it's supposed to go. You start some evil plan.. we try to stop it.. you almost win.. then someone in your camp betrays you and you find yourself fleeing the scene after your plot has been foiled. Just think, if Cobra had waited just like five more minutes to betray Cobra Commander, there would be no more G.I. Joe?
Talon: Then of course there is always just the heroes dumb luck...
(Talon enters the room, holding a bottle of water, and a Jack of Clubs.)
Falcon: Couldn't hurt.. whats with the card?
Talon: It's my lucky Jack.. whenever I need a one or two outer on the river.. it's usually the Jack of Clubs.
Falcon: Ahhh symbolism.. glorious..
Talon: Yeah, you see.. I know how to symbolize properly.
Falcon: You're talking about what Chris said about his poker reference?
Talon: Yeah.. see he said he was going to use an analogy I could understand, and then makes it obscure and weird. I see what he means now, but to be honest I could have used that explanation the other day. To him, it seems like I opened my mouth and inserted my foot. Like I'm supposed to be some god of poker or something. He wants a god of poker, I suggest Davey Ortega. I played a bit at his casino a while back. Man's a telepath I swear.
Falcon: I wouldn't go that far. But he is pretty good.
Talon: Yeah. But as funny as that poker rant was, it's almost as funny as when he said I lose all my big match situations.
Falcon: I don't really recall you having a big match situation. Even back then in the place I can't mention because Chris said not to.
Talon: True, for the most part. I had two title shots then, and I won both of them. I never got what was due to me, and yes, Chris.. it's still due to me, and the closest thing I've had to a big match here was the #1 shot for the X division a couple months ago. So far, this is the biggest shot I've had. But, I'd love for you to tell me where I've failed. I want you to go back into the vault and find something from that place. Simply because you're so adamant about not having anything to do with it. Are you willing to go that far to disregard what you just stated to prove a point that, let's face it, doesn't need to be proven. You're right, both of you. I'm not really worth talking about. But I'm working on it, that's about all I can really ask for anyway.
Falcon: You see, what neither one of you can seem to grasp is that, this match is not just a simple tag match. The past, whether you admit it or not, makes this a whole lot more, if only between the four of us. That was what we were trying to get across. I wanted the most frenzied crowd I've ever seen at Last Stand. Not for the four way ladder match, not for the asylum.. which by the way seems to be a really irresponsible match... but for this match. I know it's asking a lot, but it's just what I want to see. Call me selfish I guess..
Talon: Us..
Falcon: Call us selfish..
Talon: I suppose we should talk about Ricky and John.
Falcon: It's the polite thing I guess. I know you're only up on that because he was playing poker in his last promo.
Talon: Well yes and no. I mean, he finally had something to say, which at least shows me he's interested in whats going on. But no, because I really want to just ask him what the hell he was thinking playing low connectors.. suited or no. I mean, I know you have to be more aggresive with your hand selection in cash games, but after the turn you probably should have folded. John might not have been in his right mind calling a three quarter pot sized bet with a pocket pair with three overcards on the flop, but he had a chance to win. Then he made a set, you still had a gutshot with one to go. I mean, yeah you hit it, but I can guarantee you that Ortega was screaming at the t.v. like I was. But enough of that.
Falcon: You know Ricky. Luck may help you in poker, but as you said, luck comes in spurts.. and I'm hoping you didn't waste it all trying to win twenty five grand. That would be a shame. I apologize for being annoying, because in all seriousness all I wanted was to motivate you into breaking out of your cycle. I mean, you admitted it, that you've been sucking. When someone gets down like that..
Talon: All they need is a little pep talk. We spoke highly of you when we faced you the first time. Sorry if you missed it. If you want respect, you don't have to look over here. Try Diamonds Incorporated. They seem to be lacking in giving out respect.
Falcon: Hate to break this to you Ricky, but beating me is not going to stop me from trying to be a comedian. Hell the only thing it will do is make me give you a round of applause and congratulate you on your validation. If I had a dollar.. just a dollar mind you.. I'd put it on you guys. Because it's always the dark horse that puts on the best show when all the chips are on the table.
Talon: But, we're sporting guys.. so tell you what.. after Last Stand, regardless of what happens.. you, John and Roxi are invited to sit down with the Social Enemies for a nice rousing cash game of No Limit Hold'em. Buy in is set at.. oh.. ten grand minimum.. max is.. a hundred. Whatever you guys bring, we'll match.
...what do you say?
(fade)