Post by Falcon on Aug 22, 2008 9:39:58 GMT -6
August 19th
Saint Street High School, Boston, MA
(Fade in on Falcon standing in open double doors of a high school gymnasium in his home city. The bleachers are pulled in, chairs surround a constructed wrestling ring in what would be center court of the hardwood floor. All in all, a well set up shop for tonights event. Extreme New England Wrestling, acronymed XNEW, a small independant promotion that tours Mass, Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, is putting on a show here tonight to support the Jimmy Fund. Falcon is not wrestling at this show, nor will he be appearing on the tape of the show, for sale at it's conclusion (12.95), he was just at home when he saw the sign, and figured, he would check it out. Two wrestlers are working out in the ring. The older of the two is a man called "The Living Saint" Marcus Barret, one of this promotions original members and probably a part owner. His younger brother, Taylor Barret, is fresh out of wrestling and high school, and looking to make a name for himself. Falcon watches them, remembering when he used to be just like them. Then a voice from behind him speaks out.)
?: "Suicide" Kyle Braddock. Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd ever see you again since you became a worldwide superstar.
(The voice is of an older man, and dripping with a chiding sarcasm. Not unfriendly by any means, but a playful ribbing. Falcon turns around.)
Falcon: Willard you old bastard. They still trust you to run a wrestling ring? I'm shocked.
(Willard Roberts, a long time promoter on the Boston independant scene, makes his way toward Falcon, and the two shake hands.)
Willard: You look good kid. I hear you been doin good over in that nCw you've been playin around in.
Falcon: I'm doing alright Will. But why are you here? I remember you used to always whine in my ear about this whole extreme thing, refusing to have any part in it. How'd they con you into working with this promotion?
Willard: To be honest Kyle, it's hard to find work anywhere without running into some yuppie like you wanting to jump off the bleachers, so it was either change or retire. And I love wrestlin too much to quit while I'm still livin.
Falcon: I feel that Will. This business wouldn't be the same without you, whether most of the people would know it or not. You've been responsible for some of the best pure wrestling shows I've ever seen. I'm just sad that I wasn't a part of any of them.
Willard: You had the ability to be a great wrestler. You still do. But you're doing pretty good for yourself with the stuff you do now, so you just keep at it. I won't try to tell you how to wrestle anymore, that's a promise. You've seen Lisa lately?
Falcon: No, she and I broke contact shortly after she left me. She gave me her new number, telling me I could call her whenever I needed something. I just haven't been able to do it.
Willard: How long as it been?
Falcon: Nine years.
Willard: Nine years? You're not still hangin on to the hope she'll come back are you?
Falcon: No, I gave up on that a long time ago. I just, made a promise, that I would never again let my work waste someone elses time like it did hers. I owed her more than I gave her, and that eats away at me still. I didn't want to impose any more on her.
Willard: She comes to most of these shows you know. Stick around, you might just "bump" into her.
Falcon: Oh, she's probably married with four kids already. She doesn't need me running back into her life and complicating things.
Willard: You think she comes here for the view boy? She's practically beggin for you to show up, I can tell. From what I's been hearing, she an her hubby have split for good. Now might be your chance.
(Falcon sighs, looking back at the two young guys working in the ring a moment.)
Falcon: Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. But I'm not holding my breath.
(The second post on http://www.socialenemies.com.)
3: Know your Environment
Not that complicated really. Our environment is a wrestling ring. Or rather, it used to be just that. Over the last couple of years, they've developed all sorts of new toys for us to play inside. First the steel cage. Quite possibly the easiest way to break your face is having your opponent whip you into that a few times. Then, they put a roof on top. Just inviting you to climb on it, and fight thirty feet off the ground. But watch out, one slip and it just might be the end of your career, or your life for that matter. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, they invited a chamber. You become locked inside with five other men, the only way out is to win, or get beaten. They modified that, taking away the locks, and adding a hole in the roof above you, forcing you to push your physical limits to escape, while knowing you have a long hard fall ahead of you should your fingers slip. Other career destroying matches have come and gone here or there. Assault X, The Death Cage, The Asylum, the as yet unseen Masters of Horror, or my favorite, and my creation, the unveiled Bridge to Heaven. I'm saving that one for someone special.
I'm not going to sit here and throw the terms rookie and newbie around, because all eight of us have more than likely been in or around wrestling for most of our lives. You don't get very far in this industry if you haven't. But I want six of you to take a look at what I've written, and then take a look at what you think you know. Hopefully, the two compare pretty well. If it doesn't, I hope you're man enough to admit it. Some of you I have faith in, but I will admit right now that there is a couple of you I'm unsure of. Now, just because I wrote all of this doesn't mean any of you should start listing off your accomplishments or other insane matches you've seen or participated in. I honestly don't care if you fought in a "Losers career is over, because he's brain dead" match. To me, stuff like that is just irresponsible. If there's more than a ninety percent chance of a life altering injury, than chances are you should scrap the idea and go back to the drawing board. I don't care what any of you rate some of the matches I don't know about, or tell me I'm wrong, the point is that everything I've ever said is the truth. Take it or leave it.
August 19th
Falcons House, Boston, MA
(Fade in again in Falcons house. He's sitting in his living room, on a plush couch. The TV is on, and the remote is in his hand, but he's not watching it. He's staring at his cell phone on the coffee table, next to last months ESPN the magazine and a hardcover edition of Interview with a Vampire. He looks off to the side for a minute, as if contemplating a hard decision, then back at the phone. Finally he reaches into his back pocket, removing his wallet. He takes a slip of paper out of it, unfolding it slowly. A lone phone number, worn and faded, is written on it. Finally he decides to hell with it, picks up his phone, and dials.)
Falcon: This.. has to be.. the dumbest thing I've ever done.
(The phone rings at the other end, as the satellites link up to connect the phone call. Falcon looks like he's about to hang up several times, but for some god known only reason, stays with it. The phone picks up at the other end, an unsure females voice answers.)
Lisa: Hello?
Falcon: Hey Lisa.. it's Kyle.
Lisa: Kyle? I don't know any.. Oh.. you mean Falcon Kyle?
Falcon: Yeah. Sorry about not calling you for so long. It's not that I didn't care, it's just that I didn't think you'd be all that interested in hearing from me.
(She laughs, causing a small smile to dabble on Falcons lips.)
Lisa: I wouldn't have given you my phone number if I didn't want you to call me, silly. We may have broken up, but I still cared about you.
Falcon: Thanks, that means a lot to me. After all that you had been through, I didn't really feel like I should continue to ask for your support.
Lisa: All I've been through? Are you still feeling guilty over what happened?
Falcon: A little pang now and again. I was selfish Lisa, I didn't think about you when I made any of those decisions. It took you walking away and not looking back for me to see that. You were too good to me to deserve to be treated like that.
Lisa: Kyle, I loved you. Sometimes I think I still do, at least a little bit. I enjoyed watching you do what you loved. Your happiness made me happy. You never once held me down to do what you do, you should know that. But, I was scared to death thinking I might lose you. Walking away was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it had to be done before I went crazy.
Falcon: I never once thought that I could possibly not walk away Lisa. I had a career I loved, a woman I loved, and a future I was looking forward to. I never once contemplated that any match could physically be my last, no matter how brutal or violent. I was stupid, and you were right, as always.
(At the other end of the phone, Lisa smiled, though we can't actually see it. The smile is plain as day in the octave of her voice.)
Lisa: I love a man who can admit when he's wrong. I have to get to work in a little bit. Meet me for an early dinner? Then we can go see the show that's going on at Saint Street High.
Falcon: Vincente's?
Lisa: You know me too well. I'll be there at five thirty. See you then.
Falcon: I'll be there. Goodbye.
(The expression on Falcons face is one of mixed emotions. On one hand, he's confused, since he didn't expect her to sound like that at all. On the other hand, he was elated. Aside from the backstage at nCw, Falcon has very few friends that he sees more than once or twice a year. He wanted to see her again, that was a fact.)
(Fade back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
4: Know Yourself.
Sounds simple doesn't it? Wrong. You are the hardest person you will ever get to know, said one philosopher or another. Don't ask me to look it up, because the point is not who said it, but what they said. A person can spend their entire lives trying to find out who they really are. Need an example? Think about this. Think about the music your parents listened to when they were growing up. Now think of your opinion of it. Is there any that you listen to, that you don't really like? More than likely. But someone else told you that it was good music and because you trusted the source, you just went right along with it. After enough plays, even the worst song in the world is bound to find someone who can tolerate it, maybe even like it. That's one reason why knowing yourself is so difficult. Influence. I'm not here to say that influence is a bad thing, and you should avoid thinking a certain way because someone else does. But you have to remain true to how you think. If someone puts a cd into a stereo and tells you that this is the greatest music ever recorded, and you don't think so, say that. Don't let people make you like something you don't, because it all goes downhill from there. One thing becomes two, then three, and before you know it you have no original idea of what you like anymore. Let others influence you, don't let others make you. Quote it.
The other thing that makes it difficult, is experience. Sometimes something you go through can change you. But you have to discover if you should change or not. Most people will tell you that change is inevitable. It's not. Even the people around you are living proof of things that don't change. That guy across the street who hates his job but won't look for another one? Example of non-change. The guy in the police blotter every other week for beating his wife or girlfriend and she won't leave? That is prime non-change right there. But don't take my word for it, just look around. Even we, the wrestlers, are not immune. Some of us spend years building all this experience in one way of doing things. Then the world around us changes, but we refuse to. Now, we're stuck in place, unable to change the business, and unable to change ourselves. Sad, but true. Some great careers will one day be lost because of this, and the rest of us will ascend to heights even higher. I'd call that a fair trade off. Natural selection if you will. We'll just have to wait and see won't we? Personally, I have two seperate lists in my head of who's going up, and who's going nowhere. Don't even bother to ask where you stand on those lists, if you even care, because I don't care enough to tell you. Deal with it.
August 19th
Vincente's Fine Italien Dining.
(Falcon was sitting at the table, his watch said five twenty eight, when she walked in. The waiter had been around already, menus on the table, but Falcon didn't know what her policy was on drinking, so he didn't bother with their wine selection, like he knew what the hell to order anyway. He looked up, and his jaw hit the table, as did every other mans who saw her walk in the door. Nine years ago, she had been a hairs breath away from twenty, now she had lost any traces of her adolescent innocence and blossomed into maturity. She looked stunning in her strapless white dress. Falcon didn't know if she got all dressed up for him, or just because this was her favorite restaurant. He also didn't care. He stood up as she approached the table, and pulled her chair out for her. She sat down, as did he, and the waiter appeared.)
Waiter: Bonjourno, my good friends. Can I get you something to drink?
Falcon: You guys wouldn't have like.. Mountain Dew would you?
Waiter: For you, anything signore. And you signora?
Lisa: Iced Tea, please
Waiter: Uno momento, caro amico.
(He wanders off as Falcon turns his attention back to Lisa.)
Falcon: My lord, you look... beyond amazing.
Lisa: I thought you'd like it.
Falcon: Not a whole lot you could wear that I wouldn't like, but that's another story.
(She smiles, and so does he. Looking at them this way, it's almost like their on a first date instead of exes from almost a decade ago. The waiter returns with two glasses, one of iced tea the other with mountain dew, apparently they get a lot of requests for that here.)
Waiter: Ready to order?
Lisa: I'll have a grilled chicken salad, and the lasagna.
Waiter: Bene, you signore?
Falcon: You guys do steak?
Waiter: But of course.
Falcon: I'll have a porterhouse, medium rare.
Waiter: Certainly. It'll be ready shortly.
(He walks off again. Lisa leans on the table, her head in her hand, just watching him.)
Lisa: So, how have you been?
Falcon: I've been alright. Ups and downs, you know.
Lisa: I heard you had back surgery after you left PWW.
Falcon: Yeah, it was a neccessity. They said I could have done real damage if I just kept on, even as apparently healthy as I am.
(She reaches across with her other hand, placing it over his.)
Lisa: I would have come to visit, but nobody knew what hospital you were in.
Falcon: I was alright, mainly just bored. Never realize what you miss until you can't move.
Lisa: Well, it made you better, right?
Falcon: Absolutely. But enough about me, most of my life is documented on TV. Tell me about you..
Lisa: On TV? You mean there's nothing more to you that I don't see every week?
Falcon: No, not really.
Lisa: You don't.. have anyone..?
Falcon: Not since you..
Lisa: Why?
Falcon: Wrestling drove you away.. I promised myself that I would worry about picking myself up again when I was done.
Lisa: That's.. sad.. Kyle.
Falcon: Yeah, I know. So, tell me about you..
Lisa: Well, I just got divorced.. I have a giant house that I can't seem to fill, and my dog thinks I'm a paranoid nutcase.
Falcon: That's.. tragic.. I'm sorry.
Lisa: I'm ok. I'll deal.
(Their conversation is interrupted by the arrival of their food. They begin to eat in silence.. )
(Fade back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
By the way, I did watch all of the promo tapes on my desk. By the time I got around to it, there were two from AJ, one from Kole, one from the Ace, and Angels. Everyone else has remained absent as of late, which doesn't really surprise me for some. With eight people in the match, there's bound to be someone you're not looking forward to facing. Myself and Angel excluded. Or, like myself and Angel, you could be busy training. That's why I got done all my personal business by Wednesday. But I digress. In the last few days, some interesting things were said, but mainly it was just a bunch of the same standard BS. "I did this", "oh yeah, well I did this!" you know, the nature of this business. So let me break this down for you.
Dear AJ Phoenix,
AJ, just what program are you watching? I would really love to know, since it doesn't appear to be the same one that we are. Angel and I have tried to make it painfully clear that we don't always win, we just win more often than not. It took him to pin me, and it took Trent MFin Helms to pin him. But you, you just berrate people for telling you not to say something stupid, like you wouldn't have actually said it if he didn't tell you not to. If he hadn't said, "Don't tell me the ending would be different", that's exactly what you would have said. So you pulled something else out of your rectum just to prove him wrong, and we see right through it. I hope you're not fooled by your own garbage, cuz I'm sure not. As far as Lethal Intent is concerned, you're clearly on crack. For one, you guys can't even seem to keep a stable line-up for more than a month at a time. You recruited people, it sucked, people left. You got replacements, it still sucks, and I'm betting people are about to leave. I mean look at yourselves, you're X Division champion because the wrong man had the title, Jackhammer is National Champion because I LET him. What's that? I'm stupid? Yeah, you're not the first one to tell me that sparky. But I did what I felt I had to do. Call me names, I still earned that chance. Final. But, two promos of yours and I get the barest of mentions. Well, aww hell. Go ahead and ignore me, I know you only did it because you have nothing to say to me. You can't mock my talent. You can't deny anything I said, even about you, because you know it's true. But, if Angel doesn't want to face you for some reason, I'll be glad to if you want. I mean, what the hell, if you can't have the real deal, just get the shadow, right?
Dear Kole Kaos,
Please, I'm telling you this for your own good. You need to stop doing cocaine. I know it's a hell of a drug, and quite addictive, but it's destroying your health and mental competancy. I don't want to have to call that TV show intervention and have them come get you, I really don't. Those people can be pretty cruel sometimes in the way they handle things. Wait..? What? You're not on cocaine? Don't tell me you've upgraded to the crack pipe!? That's even worse. Alright, I'm calling intervention. You just sit tight and wait while I get all of this straightened out. Or, wait, nope.. I don't care. Sit there and rot. Huh? Oh, you're really not on drugs? Phew. That's almost a relief. I was tired of acting like I cared anyway. But you should be used to that by now, used to people acting like they care about you. Sure, you're rich, allegedly handsome, and well respected.. or wait.. no.. you're not respected. The other wrestlers here respect you about as much as your Hooters waitress really cares about your life. She's asking to be polite Kole, you don't have to give her your life story. All that aside, let me get to the point, you sir are basically worthless. You're Diet JFK. If he hadn't gotten hurt, I'd bet you'd still be sitting behind the desk, talking about how you'd kick our asses if you wanted to. Well, Kole, I'll bet your pretty steamed about now eh? Any jackoff can sit in an office, look good in a suit (turn that into a gay joke if you want, I don't care.), and spend money. You're one accomplishment of merit is putting down a dying Prophet, thats it. You had a chance to beat nCws biggest rising star, and you failed. Don't give me all that crap about not trying, we all know you just failed. Just man up and admit it. Like I told JFK before I beat him, you're better than me? Prove it. ....that's what I thought.
Dear Ace,
Congratulations Ace, you did it. You defeated us in a tag match. But something bothered me about the tape that I watched. You called me a liar. So I thought, hell maybe I did say something that wasn't true. I went and rewatched everything I said, and you know what? I don't lie. I specifically stated that I didn't guarantee a victory, but you, only hear what you want to hear, and you assume that I'm just like everyone else and say the same ****. Once again, you opened your mouth, inserted your foot, and made yourself look like a total retard. I mean seriously, you'd think people would learn. Are Angel and I going to win this match? I think so. But that's all it is right now Ace. It's a thought, don't do the retarded thing and accuse me of guaranteeing a victory. But you know something, it's not a lie if you mean it when you say it ASSHOLE. If I say I'm going to pick you up at 5, and I mean it, but then I get stuck in traffic and don't get there till 5:30, did I lie? No. You might want to learn that now, just in case. You know what? I enjoyed that tag match far more than our one on one. Oh not because of you, frankly you bore me. But I got to step into the ring with Steve Awesome again. Something I've wanted for quite some time. You see Ace, I care about what I want, not what you think is right. So do me a favor and ignore me like Kole does, that way I won't have to bother listening to you anymore. Or just start buying your promo cliff notes.
As for the rest of you, Xavier, Jack, Hammer, at this point, I'm unsure of how to progress. I'm sure on some level I should care about all three of you. But I can only manage it for two. Not going to say who I'm leaving out, I'll just leave that for you guys to argue about amongst yourselves. Though, now that I have to have your attention HAMMER, I'm openly challenging you for that National title. You remember right? The one that I earned a chance at, and let you have it? Ace may call you incompetant, but you still had to beat Everyman to do it. Something that poor Jake Conway probably isn't capable of on his best day.
That's about it for now. But, I still have two more stratagems to get to. Those will just have to wait until tomorrow. I bet you're all sitting on the edge of your seats with anticipation aren't you? I thought so.
(End. To be continued.)
It's too bad that you
Have made mistakes
Too bad that I
Cannot relate
When all else fails
When all else fades
I kept my word
Through bitter days
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
It's too late and now
I changed my mind
Too late somehow
To recognize
When all else fails
When all I find
That all my words
Will leave in time
Just lost in time..
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
Sorry to lose yourself
Chained to someone else
And you're giving up
Your will to want to know
Then you find yourself
Chained to someone else
In the end you only
Get what you deserve
What you deserve
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
What you don't know...
What you deserve...
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Saint Street High School, Boston, MA
(Fade in on Falcon standing in open double doors of a high school gymnasium in his home city. The bleachers are pulled in, chairs surround a constructed wrestling ring in what would be center court of the hardwood floor. All in all, a well set up shop for tonights event. Extreme New England Wrestling, acronymed XNEW, a small independant promotion that tours Mass, Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, is putting on a show here tonight to support the Jimmy Fund. Falcon is not wrestling at this show, nor will he be appearing on the tape of the show, for sale at it's conclusion (12.95), he was just at home when he saw the sign, and figured, he would check it out. Two wrestlers are working out in the ring. The older of the two is a man called "The Living Saint" Marcus Barret, one of this promotions original members and probably a part owner. His younger brother, Taylor Barret, is fresh out of wrestling and high school, and looking to make a name for himself. Falcon watches them, remembering when he used to be just like them. Then a voice from behind him speaks out.)
?: "Suicide" Kyle Braddock. Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd ever see you again since you became a worldwide superstar.
(The voice is of an older man, and dripping with a chiding sarcasm. Not unfriendly by any means, but a playful ribbing. Falcon turns around.)
Falcon: Willard you old bastard. They still trust you to run a wrestling ring? I'm shocked.
(Willard Roberts, a long time promoter on the Boston independant scene, makes his way toward Falcon, and the two shake hands.)
Willard: You look good kid. I hear you been doin good over in that nCw you've been playin around in.
Falcon: I'm doing alright Will. But why are you here? I remember you used to always whine in my ear about this whole extreme thing, refusing to have any part in it. How'd they con you into working with this promotion?
Willard: To be honest Kyle, it's hard to find work anywhere without running into some yuppie like you wanting to jump off the bleachers, so it was either change or retire. And I love wrestlin too much to quit while I'm still livin.
Falcon: I feel that Will. This business wouldn't be the same without you, whether most of the people would know it or not. You've been responsible for some of the best pure wrestling shows I've ever seen. I'm just sad that I wasn't a part of any of them.
Willard: You had the ability to be a great wrestler. You still do. But you're doing pretty good for yourself with the stuff you do now, so you just keep at it. I won't try to tell you how to wrestle anymore, that's a promise. You've seen Lisa lately?
Falcon: No, she and I broke contact shortly after she left me. She gave me her new number, telling me I could call her whenever I needed something. I just haven't been able to do it.
Willard: How long as it been?
Falcon: Nine years.
Willard: Nine years? You're not still hangin on to the hope she'll come back are you?
Falcon: No, I gave up on that a long time ago. I just, made a promise, that I would never again let my work waste someone elses time like it did hers. I owed her more than I gave her, and that eats away at me still. I didn't want to impose any more on her.
Willard: She comes to most of these shows you know. Stick around, you might just "bump" into her.
Falcon: Oh, she's probably married with four kids already. She doesn't need me running back into her life and complicating things.
Willard: You think she comes here for the view boy? She's practically beggin for you to show up, I can tell. From what I's been hearing, she an her hubby have split for good. Now might be your chance.
(Falcon sighs, looking back at the two young guys working in the ring a moment.)
Falcon: Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. But I'm not holding my breath.
(The second post on http://www.socialenemies.com.)
3: Know your Environment
Not that complicated really. Our environment is a wrestling ring. Or rather, it used to be just that. Over the last couple of years, they've developed all sorts of new toys for us to play inside. First the steel cage. Quite possibly the easiest way to break your face is having your opponent whip you into that a few times. Then, they put a roof on top. Just inviting you to climb on it, and fight thirty feet off the ground. But watch out, one slip and it just might be the end of your career, or your life for that matter. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, they invited a chamber. You become locked inside with five other men, the only way out is to win, or get beaten. They modified that, taking away the locks, and adding a hole in the roof above you, forcing you to push your physical limits to escape, while knowing you have a long hard fall ahead of you should your fingers slip. Other career destroying matches have come and gone here or there. Assault X, The Death Cage, The Asylum, the as yet unseen Masters of Horror, or my favorite, and my creation, the unveiled Bridge to Heaven. I'm saving that one for someone special.
I'm not going to sit here and throw the terms rookie and newbie around, because all eight of us have more than likely been in or around wrestling for most of our lives. You don't get very far in this industry if you haven't. But I want six of you to take a look at what I've written, and then take a look at what you think you know. Hopefully, the two compare pretty well. If it doesn't, I hope you're man enough to admit it. Some of you I have faith in, but I will admit right now that there is a couple of you I'm unsure of. Now, just because I wrote all of this doesn't mean any of you should start listing off your accomplishments or other insane matches you've seen or participated in. I honestly don't care if you fought in a "Losers career is over, because he's brain dead" match. To me, stuff like that is just irresponsible. If there's more than a ninety percent chance of a life altering injury, than chances are you should scrap the idea and go back to the drawing board. I don't care what any of you rate some of the matches I don't know about, or tell me I'm wrong, the point is that everything I've ever said is the truth. Take it or leave it.
August 19th
Falcons House, Boston, MA
(Fade in again in Falcons house. He's sitting in his living room, on a plush couch. The TV is on, and the remote is in his hand, but he's not watching it. He's staring at his cell phone on the coffee table, next to last months ESPN the magazine and a hardcover edition of Interview with a Vampire. He looks off to the side for a minute, as if contemplating a hard decision, then back at the phone. Finally he reaches into his back pocket, removing his wallet. He takes a slip of paper out of it, unfolding it slowly. A lone phone number, worn and faded, is written on it. Finally he decides to hell with it, picks up his phone, and dials.)
Falcon: This.. has to be.. the dumbest thing I've ever done.
(The phone rings at the other end, as the satellites link up to connect the phone call. Falcon looks like he's about to hang up several times, but for some god known only reason, stays with it. The phone picks up at the other end, an unsure females voice answers.)
Lisa: Hello?
Falcon: Hey Lisa.. it's Kyle.
Lisa: Kyle? I don't know any.. Oh.. you mean Falcon Kyle?
Falcon: Yeah. Sorry about not calling you for so long. It's not that I didn't care, it's just that I didn't think you'd be all that interested in hearing from me.
(She laughs, causing a small smile to dabble on Falcons lips.)
Lisa: I wouldn't have given you my phone number if I didn't want you to call me, silly. We may have broken up, but I still cared about you.
Falcon: Thanks, that means a lot to me. After all that you had been through, I didn't really feel like I should continue to ask for your support.
Lisa: All I've been through? Are you still feeling guilty over what happened?
Falcon: A little pang now and again. I was selfish Lisa, I didn't think about you when I made any of those decisions. It took you walking away and not looking back for me to see that. You were too good to me to deserve to be treated like that.
Lisa: Kyle, I loved you. Sometimes I think I still do, at least a little bit. I enjoyed watching you do what you loved. Your happiness made me happy. You never once held me down to do what you do, you should know that. But, I was scared to death thinking I might lose you. Walking away was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it had to be done before I went crazy.
Falcon: I never once thought that I could possibly not walk away Lisa. I had a career I loved, a woman I loved, and a future I was looking forward to. I never once contemplated that any match could physically be my last, no matter how brutal or violent. I was stupid, and you were right, as always.
(At the other end of the phone, Lisa smiled, though we can't actually see it. The smile is plain as day in the octave of her voice.)
Lisa: I love a man who can admit when he's wrong. I have to get to work in a little bit. Meet me for an early dinner? Then we can go see the show that's going on at Saint Street High.
Falcon: Vincente's?
Lisa: You know me too well. I'll be there at five thirty. See you then.
Falcon: I'll be there. Goodbye.
(The expression on Falcons face is one of mixed emotions. On one hand, he's confused, since he didn't expect her to sound like that at all. On the other hand, he was elated. Aside from the backstage at nCw, Falcon has very few friends that he sees more than once or twice a year. He wanted to see her again, that was a fact.)
(Fade back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
4: Know Yourself.
Sounds simple doesn't it? Wrong. You are the hardest person you will ever get to know, said one philosopher or another. Don't ask me to look it up, because the point is not who said it, but what they said. A person can spend their entire lives trying to find out who they really are. Need an example? Think about this. Think about the music your parents listened to when they were growing up. Now think of your opinion of it. Is there any that you listen to, that you don't really like? More than likely. But someone else told you that it was good music and because you trusted the source, you just went right along with it. After enough plays, even the worst song in the world is bound to find someone who can tolerate it, maybe even like it. That's one reason why knowing yourself is so difficult. Influence. I'm not here to say that influence is a bad thing, and you should avoid thinking a certain way because someone else does. But you have to remain true to how you think. If someone puts a cd into a stereo and tells you that this is the greatest music ever recorded, and you don't think so, say that. Don't let people make you like something you don't, because it all goes downhill from there. One thing becomes two, then three, and before you know it you have no original idea of what you like anymore. Let others influence you, don't let others make you. Quote it.
The other thing that makes it difficult, is experience. Sometimes something you go through can change you. But you have to discover if you should change or not. Most people will tell you that change is inevitable. It's not. Even the people around you are living proof of things that don't change. That guy across the street who hates his job but won't look for another one? Example of non-change. The guy in the police blotter every other week for beating his wife or girlfriend and she won't leave? That is prime non-change right there. But don't take my word for it, just look around. Even we, the wrestlers, are not immune. Some of us spend years building all this experience in one way of doing things. Then the world around us changes, but we refuse to. Now, we're stuck in place, unable to change the business, and unable to change ourselves. Sad, but true. Some great careers will one day be lost because of this, and the rest of us will ascend to heights even higher. I'd call that a fair trade off. Natural selection if you will. We'll just have to wait and see won't we? Personally, I have two seperate lists in my head of who's going up, and who's going nowhere. Don't even bother to ask where you stand on those lists, if you even care, because I don't care enough to tell you. Deal with it.
August 19th
Vincente's Fine Italien Dining.
(Falcon was sitting at the table, his watch said five twenty eight, when she walked in. The waiter had been around already, menus on the table, but Falcon didn't know what her policy was on drinking, so he didn't bother with their wine selection, like he knew what the hell to order anyway. He looked up, and his jaw hit the table, as did every other mans who saw her walk in the door. Nine years ago, she had been a hairs breath away from twenty, now she had lost any traces of her adolescent innocence and blossomed into maturity. She looked stunning in her strapless white dress. Falcon didn't know if she got all dressed up for him, or just because this was her favorite restaurant. He also didn't care. He stood up as she approached the table, and pulled her chair out for her. She sat down, as did he, and the waiter appeared.)
Waiter: Bonjourno, my good friends. Can I get you something to drink?
Falcon: You guys wouldn't have like.. Mountain Dew would you?
Waiter: For you, anything signore. And you signora?
Lisa: Iced Tea, please
Waiter: Uno momento, caro amico.
(He wanders off as Falcon turns his attention back to Lisa.)
Falcon: My lord, you look... beyond amazing.
Lisa: I thought you'd like it.
Falcon: Not a whole lot you could wear that I wouldn't like, but that's another story.
(She smiles, and so does he. Looking at them this way, it's almost like their on a first date instead of exes from almost a decade ago. The waiter returns with two glasses, one of iced tea the other with mountain dew, apparently they get a lot of requests for that here.)
Waiter: Ready to order?
Lisa: I'll have a grilled chicken salad, and the lasagna.
Waiter: Bene, you signore?
Falcon: You guys do steak?
Waiter: But of course.
Falcon: I'll have a porterhouse, medium rare.
Waiter: Certainly. It'll be ready shortly.
(He walks off again. Lisa leans on the table, her head in her hand, just watching him.)
Lisa: So, how have you been?
Falcon: I've been alright. Ups and downs, you know.
Lisa: I heard you had back surgery after you left PWW.
Falcon: Yeah, it was a neccessity. They said I could have done real damage if I just kept on, even as apparently healthy as I am.
(She reaches across with her other hand, placing it over his.)
Lisa: I would have come to visit, but nobody knew what hospital you were in.
Falcon: I was alright, mainly just bored. Never realize what you miss until you can't move.
Lisa: Well, it made you better, right?
Falcon: Absolutely. But enough about me, most of my life is documented on TV. Tell me about you..
Lisa: On TV? You mean there's nothing more to you that I don't see every week?
Falcon: No, not really.
Lisa: You don't.. have anyone..?
Falcon: Not since you..
Lisa: Why?
Falcon: Wrestling drove you away.. I promised myself that I would worry about picking myself up again when I was done.
Lisa: That's.. sad.. Kyle.
Falcon: Yeah, I know. So, tell me about you..
Lisa: Well, I just got divorced.. I have a giant house that I can't seem to fill, and my dog thinks I'm a paranoid nutcase.
Falcon: That's.. tragic.. I'm sorry.
Lisa: I'm ok. I'll deal.
(Their conversation is interrupted by the arrival of their food. They begin to eat in silence.. )
(Fade back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
By the way, I did watch all of the promo tapes on my desk. By the time I got around to it, there were two from AJ, one from Kole, one from the Ace, and Angels. Everyone else has remained absent as of late, which doesn't really surprise me for some. With eight people in the match, there's bound to be someone you're not looking forward to facing. Myself and Angel excluded. Or, like myself and Angel, you could be busy training. That's why I got done all my personal business by Wednesday. But I digress. In the last few days, some interesting things were said, but mainly it was just a bunch of the same standard BS. "I did this", "oh yeah, well I did this!" you know, the nature of this business. So let me break this down for you.
Dear AJ Phoenix,
AJ, just what program are you watching? I would really love to know, since it doesn't appear to be the same one that we are. Angel and I have tried to make it painfully clear that we don't always win, we just win more often than not. It took him to pin me, and it took Trent MFin Helms to pin him. But you, you just berrate people for telling you not to say something stupid, like you wouldn't have actually said it if he didn't tell you not to. If he hadn't said, "Don't tell me the ending would be different", that's exactly what you would have said. So you pulled something else out of your rectum just to prove him wrong, and we see right through it. I hope you're not fooled by your own garbage, cuz I'm sure not. As far as Lethal Intent is concerned, you're clearly on crack. For one, you guys can't even seem to keep a stable line-up for more than a month at a time. You recruited people, it sucked, people left. You got replacements, it still sucks, and I'm betting people are about to leave. I mean look at yourselves, you're X Division champion because the wrong man had the title, Jackhammer is National Champion because I LET him. What's that? I'm stupid? Yeah, you're not the first one to tell me that sparky. But I did what I felt I had to do. Call me names, I still earned that chance. Final. But, two promos of yours and I get the barest of mentions. Well, aww hell. Go ahead and ignore me, I know you only did it because you have nothing to say to me. You can't mock my talent. You can't deny anything I said, even about you, because you know it's true. But, if Angel doesn't want to face you for some reason, I'll be glad to if you want. I mean, what the hell, if you can't have the real deal, just get the shadow, right?
Dear Kole Kaos,
Please, I'm telling you this for your own good. You need to stop doing cocaine. I know it's a hell of a drug, and quite addictive, but it's destroying your health and mental competancy. I don't want to have to call that TV show intervention and have them come get you, I really don't. Those people can be pretty cruel sometimes in the way they handle things. Wait..? What? You're not on cocaine? Don't tell me you've upgraded to the crack pipe!? That's even worse. Alright, I'm calling intervention. You just sit tight and wait while I get all of this straightened out. Or, wait, nope.. I don't care. Sit there and rot. Huh? Oh, you're really not on drugs? Phew. That's almost a relief. I was tired of acting like I cared anyway. But you should be used to that by now, used to people acting like they care about you. Sure, you're rich, allegedly handsome, and well respected.. or wait.. no.. you're not respected. The other wrestlers here respect you about as much as your Hooters waitress really cares about your life. She's asking to be polite Kole, you don't have to give her your life story. All that aside, let me get to the point, you sir are basically worthless. You're Diet JFK. If he hadn't gotten hurt, I'd bet you'd still be sitting behind the desk, talking about how you'd kick our asses if you wanted to. Well, Kole, I'll bet your pretty steamed about now eh? Any jackoff can sit in an office, look good in a suit (turn that into a gay joke if you want, I don't care.), and spend money. You're one accomplishment of merit is putting down a dying Prophet, thats it. You had a chance to beat nCws biggest rising star, and you failed. Don't give me all that crap about not trying, we all know you just failed. Just man up and admit it. Like I told JFK before I beat him, you're better than me? Prove it. ....that's what I thought.
Dear Ace,
Congratulations Ace, you did it. You defeated us in a tag match. But something bothered me about the tape that I watched. You called me a liar. So I thought, hell maybe I did say something that wasn't true. I went and rewatched everything I said, and you know what? I don't lie. I specifically stated that I didn't guarantee a victory, but you, only hear what you want to hear, and you assume that I'm just like everyone else and say the same ****. Once again, you opened your mouth, inserted your foot, and made yourself look like a total retard. I mean seriously, you'd think people would learn. Are Angel and I going to win this match? I think so. But that's all it is right now Ace. It's a thought, don't do the retarded thing and accuse me of guaranteeing a victory. But you know something, it's not a lie if you mean it when you say it ASSHOLE. If I say I'm going to pick you up at 5, and I mean it, but then I get stuck in traffic and don't get there till 5:30, did I lie? No. You might want to learn that now, just in case. You know what? I enjoyed that tag match far more than our one on one. Oh not because of you, frankly you bore me. But I got to step into the ring with Steve Awesome again. Something I've wanted for quite some time. You see Ace, I care about what I want, not what you think is right. So do me a favor and ignore me like Kole does, that way I won't have to bother listening to you anymore. Or just start buying your promo cliff notes.
As for the rest of you, Xavier, Jack, Hammer, at this point, I'm unsure of how to progress. I'm sure on some level I should care about all three of you. But I can only manage it for two. Not going to say who I'm leaving out, I'll just leave that for you guys to argue about amongst yourselves. Though, now that I have to have your attention HAMMER, I'm openly challenging you for that National title. You remember right? The one that I earned a chance at, and let you have it? Ace may call you incompetant, but you still had to beat Everyman to do it. Something that poor Jake Conway probably isn't capable of on his best day.
That's about it for now. But, I still have two more stratagems to get to. Those will just have to wait until tomorrow. I bet you're all sitting on the edge of your seats with anticipation aren't you? I thought so.
(End. To be continued.)
It's too bad that you
Have made mistakes
Too bad that I
Cannot relate
When all else fails
When all else fades
I kept my word
Through bitter days
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
It's too late and now
I changed my mind
Too late somehow
To recognize
When all else fails
When all I find
That all my words
Will leave in time
Just lost in time..
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
Sorry to lose yourself
Chained to someone else
And you're giving up
Your will to want to know
Then you find yourself
Chained to someone else
In the end you only
Get what you deserve
What you deserve
What you don't know
Will leave a scar
What you don't know
Hasn't killed you so far
What you don't know
Is who you are
I just give you
Something to talk about
What you don't know...
What you deserve...
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