Post by Falcon on Aug 23, 2008 11:16:40 GMT -6
August 19th
Saint Street High School, Boston MA
(We fade back in on a random corridor of the high school. Falcon is walking with a tray of yummies from the makeshift concession. Hamburger for him, Fried Dough for her, and a couple of sodas. He walks back into the gym, passing the barricade that keeps people from the bleachers and the security guard enforcing it (it took an autograph bribe for that one), he traverses the bleachers until he reaches his date, sitting so prettily on top of the enclosed structure. He sets the tray next to her, then hops up nimbly to sit with the tray between the two of them. Nothing is going on in the ring presently, but the modest crowd is pretty hyped by the look of them.)
Falcon: I miss anything?
Lisa: Some guy named Nitro Coletrain was just out here yammering about how the Age of Barrett is dead. And that XNEW Title is as good as his later tonight.
Falcon: That guy is still alive? I think he tried to enter wrestling school with me. Ed would have none of that.
Lisa: It might be him. He's been around here for as long as I've been coming to these. Looks like to be damn near forty
Falcon: So I guess Marcus Barrett is the champion?
Lisa: He was. It's Taylor now.
Falcon: That kid? How'd he pull that off?
Lisa: Last show they had a five way battle royal. Marcus as the champion, that guy Nitro, two other guys whos names escape me, and Taylor, who won a shot in some other match a while ago. Nitro eliminated everyone but Taylor, who caught him with a roll-up.
(Falcon laughs at that. Oh, the irony.)
Lisa: I figured you'd find that funny. I know about you and the roll-up, Mr. Falcon's nest.
(They eat silently as they watch the next match. Between a high flying spot monkey named "Air" Jorden Maxwell, and a pure wrestler with a hate for high flying spot monkeys named Lord William Buxton. Judging by the reaction of the crowd, and Buxtons pre-match speech, this fued had been boiling over for a while, and tonight it was going to be settled. Even Falcon tipped his hat at Jordans springboard shooting star press, which he held for a pin and the victory. When the match was over, Falcon turned his attention back to his date.)
Falcon: You really do keep tabs on my career don't you?
Lisa: Of course. I've seen almost every show you've ever been in, when I knew about them. And when the came to the area, I was always in the audience. I care about you, and more than that, I just love watching you wrestle. It's mesmerizing.
Falcon: Oh come on now. There were a couple of mesmerizing things about you too.
Lisa: Oh really? Like what?
Falcon: The way you walk. The cute way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. The way you used to bend over to empty the dishwasher.
(She rolled her eyes in a "typical guy" type repose, but the smile betrayed that sentiment. She popped the last piece of dough into her mouth, and chewed it thoroughly, then she turned to him.)
Lisa: So you and Jack are really done as a team?
Falcon: Not yet. But, this is really going to keep us both down, and he knows it. I'm not abandoning him as a friend, and if he needs backup, he knows where to find it. But nobody is going to take him seriously as long as they see him as a lesser version of me. When the enemies split the last time, he went off on his own and started succeeding like he knows he can, he just needs to do that again.
Lisa: I hope you're right.
Falcon: About that, I know I am. Though, I am glad my first ever tag title reign on tv ever, was with Jack.
Lisa: What about Angel?
Falcon: I suppose I'd be saying the same things if it were him instead. We haven't always been the best of friends, but now, we might as well be brothers. All of us.
(The main event begins. "The Future" Taylor Barrett against Nitro Coletrain. The match is fairly onesided, Nitro dominating the much younger and smaller man fairly easily. But that arrogance procedes to be his undoing as he unwarily walks into a CultureShock (Super Kick) and hits the floor. Taylor pins him for the 1,2,3 to unexpectantly retain his title. Upon conclusion of the match, Falcon jumps down from the bleachers and tosses the tray into the closest garbage can. Then he aids Lisa in getting down, not an easy feat in a dress. Before he could lead her to the exit, she presses herself against him, staring her beautiful green eyes into his.)
Lisa: ....Take me home..
(Fade)
(Third post on http://www.socialenemies.com.)
5: Expect the Unexpected.
I'm aware that sounds like some cheeseball roadhouse reference, but in all honesty, doing that very thing could go a long way in determining your future success. Doing your homework can only show you what a person has done, and thus can tell you what they probably will do in any given situation. But some people adapt to crisis and work well under pressure. I'm not going to list any examples, but you're free to feel like I'm talking about you. Some people will try a strategy once, and if it doesn't work, they'll switch it up. The adaptors can go on almost indefinately like that. They have countless ideas, and some are even capable of adapting on the fly. Those are the most dangerous. Some are a little more limited, having as many as a dozen, or as few as just a couple of different tricks. Some people will try a strategy once, and then be out of chances if it fails. The adaptors are the ones that go the farthest, in any business, because they don't crumble when they run into opposition. They keep moving forward and perservere, finding a way around even the largest of roadblocks. Sure, it may take some time, but the point is not how long, but how far. Only the most adaptive have what it takes to breakthrough all the walls and all the glass ceilings to stand at the top of the mountain and declare in a loud voice that they are there to stay.
But staying there is another matter. If getting to the mountain top seems too easy, then maybe you were either lucky, or the real challenge is yet to come. The idea is not to get too comfortable with the ideas that brought you to your success, because sooner or later, they just aren't going to work anymore. Someone else is going to come along who is stronger, faster, more intellegent, just an all around better person suited for the task at hand. And you're either going to be forced to evolve, or die where you stand. So many faces of so many people turn to shock and horror when they realize that the very thing they relied on to get them where they are, and what they were banking on to keep them there, is the very thing that will be their greatest disapointment. If you've been watching nCw, you've already seen one example. What was once a bright shining star, is now a former shell, pretending to be cavalier about the goings on all the while cursing himself for letting his stardom slip right through his fingers. What? You expect me to dish out who I was talking about? Sorry, all I can tell you is that he's not involved in the Warfare match. And that's the only hint you're going to get out of me. Oh, quit whining.
August 20th
Lisas' House, Boston, MA
(Fade in to Falcon, staring out a large double wide window, overlooking a plush lawn. Whoever Lisas husband had been, he had apparently taken real good care of her. This house was enormous by regular house standards, he had already counted nine bedrooms, five full bathrooms, and four half baths. There were still rooms he hadn't seen, so those numbers might be just a little low. He watched the birds in the early dawn light, going about the business of picking out their breakfast from the ground. Finally he turned around, to see her, still in bed. He could see her slender curves under the silk sheet and his mind flashed to the way things had been almost ten years ago, and the way things were last night. Practically the second she had him in the door, she was leading him upstairs. He could sense her pent up passion, probably from being alone for quite some time. He couldn't deny to himself that he hadn't been pent up a little too, which only made the experience more than a little intense. To be honest, he couldn't be sure than he hadn't just been used as a booty call, but he honestly didn't care one way or the other. He still loves her, the feeling written plainly all over his face. His reverie was interrupted by her half rolling over to look at him.)
Lisa: You're up early.
Falcon: Old habit, waking up when the sun rises..
(She smiles at him, and starts to get up.)
Lisa: I'll go and make breakfast.
(He watches her stand up, naked as the day she was born (nCw blurring out the naughty bits), and slips on a robe, before heading out the bedroom door. Falcon stands there a moment, then turns back around to the yard. A deer bounds out of the woods behind the house, wanders freely around the backyard and then is suddenly SHOT.. ok I'm kidding, it bounds safely back into the woods. The scent of bacon drifts up to his nostrils, and despite the fact that Falcon is really only half Canadian, he can't resist it. He heads downstairs. Lisa stands at the stove, frying bacon in one pan, and eggs in another. Falcon heads over past her, she leans back against him as he walks by in a unique display of affection, and opens her refrigerator removing the milk and a bottle of tabasco sauce. She looks at him curiously.)
Lisa: Hot sauce? For real?
Falcon: Hot sauce raises your internal body temperature, which boosts your metabolism. It's how I stay so slim and svelte.
(She laughs, and seperates the cooked breakfast into two plates and sets them on the oak table before taking a seat before one of them. He pours two glasses of milk and does the same.)
Lisa: If you say so, just make sure you keep it over there. I happen to enjoy my mouth not being on fire.
Falcon: Suit yourself.
(Falcon puts a generous helping of hot sauce on his eggs and the two dig in to their breakfast. They eat in silence, she finishes her plate, which had far less on it first, and again rests her head in her hand to look at him, mimicing her pose from the restaurant the night before. He slows his eating to a crawl, trying to not get caught with food in his mouth if she starts a conversation.)
Lisa: What did you think of last night?
Falcon: Just like old times I guess, why?
Lisa: You don't.. feel used at all?
Falcon: Should I?
Lisa: Well... I hope not. I know I still care about you. But I'm not sure that I still love you. I've just been through a divorce, and to be honest, when you called, I knew I wanted to hang out with you.. and I knew that if I could get you back here.. I wanted to sleep with you. But as far as possibly getting back together, I don't know.
(Falcon stays silent, his face not changing expression at all. The two stare at one another for several minutes before Falcon simply says.)
Falcon: Ok..
Lisa: You're ok with this?
Falcon: Lisa.. I've been without you long enough to know that one night would not bring you back to me. You need to take time to think about where you stand. Then afterwards, we'll talk about if there can be an us again. I've got a flight to Atlanta today. I've got enough time to shower and change, then I have to be out the door. If you want I could get you a flight later and tickets for Battle Grounds?
Lisa: No, I'll watch at the bar as I always do.
Falcon: Ok..
(Falcon stands up, clears the table of the plates, and heads off to one of the many bathrooms in her house.)
Lisa: Kyle?
Falcon: Yeah?
Lisa: Thanks for understanding..
Falcon: Don't mention it..
(Fade)
(Back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
6: Break your Habits
This is a follow-up to the last one. Once you learn to expect what is predictable, and what is not, you then have to think about what he would expect from you, and then change it. Only then can you become an adaptor like I was talking about before. And rise to all the heights and glory n yadda yadda yadda. Not as easy as it seems now is it? Before I told you how to beat the one and limited trick ponies, and if you just followed that advice, then you would just become one yourself. It's good to see you're still reading this. But my advice can only take you so far, and at some point you're either going to make the right decision or the wrong one. You're not going to have a clue which side of the fork is which either, not until you walk down it. Believe me, I would love to give you some type of spoiler to try and aid you, but I'm not you. Nor do I want to be, to be perfectly honest.
The main point is your habits can be anything from the same tried and true moves, to using certain moves in a sequence. The former, your opponent merely has to know how to counter those moves and you become royally s-k-rewed. The later, your opponent just needs to scout the first or second move in the sequence and he automatically has a heads up as to what you are going to do, and then, all hope of momentum is lost. So, in reality, the person you should always watch the most tape on, is yourself. I know that sort of falls in line with the whole knowing yourself thing I got into yesterday. But that was the mental part, this is the physical part. As we know this business requires you to have a fair ability in both. Then again, if you didn't know that, then maybe you shouldn't be here in the first place. There are a couple of you that I could say that to, but I don't want any more of you people whining in my ear. God knows I deal with that enough already.
August 20th
Logan Airport, Boston, MA
(Fade in to Falcon sitting in the airport terminal, waiting for his flight to Georgia. He looks deep in thought, still reminiscing over the last day or so with an ex of almost a decade. It's amazing how some things change, and yet stay exactly the same. He didn't know what the future could hold for him, he just hoped that it would be alright. He's distracted by the ringing of his cell phone. He pulls it from his pocket, checking the outer screen to see who's calling. "Angel". He answers.)
Angel: About time you answered, I was calling you all night last night.
Falcon: Sorry, I was rather.. preoccupied.
Angel: First Everyman starts ducking my phone calls, then you.
Falcon: My bad man, I had a date last night. And don't worry about Everyman, no amount of threatening him is going to make him come to his decision any faster.
Angel: I figured that. Last time I saw him was after Collision. I tried to talk to him about it, and he brushed it off, saying he already talked to you about it. What do you think?
Falcon: Honestly, he's leaning away. But he just doesn't understand. The point is he will or he won't. If he will, then we don't have a problem. If he won't, then that complicates things a little bit. By the way, what did you want to call me for anyway?
Angel: Oh, I was trying to remember the name of that old chick who played the tall, mean one in that show "Golden Girls"?
Falcon: Bea Arthur?
Angel: That's it! Man that had been bugging me all night. Oh, the other thing was what's this whole business between you and Talon?
Falcon: Nothing yet.
Angel: You're not pulling any stunts are you?
Falcon: No, I'll explain when I get to Georgia. This is stuff that's been building a while, and at some point we're going to have to face it. Might as well start mentally preparing you know?
Angel: Yea, I know. Speaking of preparing.. you are prepared aren't you? You're not gonna be all focused on the ass you got after your date last night are you?
Falcon: Who said I got ass last night?
Angel: I KNOW you...
Falcon: Alright fine, yes I did.. and no I'm not going to be focused on that. You'll have one hundred percent pure Falcon at Battle Grounds.
Angel: I hope so. The way things have been going around here lately, it's becoming hard to differentiate allies from enemies.
Falcon: Don't worry about me Angel.
Angel: You're the one person I'm not worried about. I'll see you when you get here. Bye.
Falcon: Later..
(Falcon hangs up his phone and slides it back into his pocket. The intercom announces that the flight to Atlanta will begin boarding shortly. He stands up, stretches and grabs his bags on the floor.)
Falcon: And so.. it begins..
(He starts walking off toward the terminal. Fade)
(Back to www.socialenemies.com. Last time, I promise.)
Well, there you have it. The six stratagems of success. I can't take complete credit, as a lot of those ideas were either vocalized by someone else, or just plain everyday common sense. What I can tell you, is that all of it, every word, is one hundred percent truth. And we all know you really can't argue with the truth. While I was composing the beginning part of this, a couple more tapes were dropped off at my desk. And while I've been thinking about how to word these great sage pieces of wisdom, I'd occasionally pop one into a VCR and let it play in the background, my ears picking up the innane ramblings of Kole, Ace, Jack Manson, and Jackhammer. All four of them went on their marathon sessions of stupidity, so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Since none of them said very much that made any sense.
Kole
1: Leonard Fox may be on leave from day to day operations, but he still owns nCw. So, yes, his Computer printed signature is still on all of our paychecks. You, as a corporate douche, should know that nobody spends hours every week signing each individual check, you need glasses.
2: Don't call me an idiot when the one point you made to back up that claim was retarded, you just made yourself look like a special olympics athlete, good job cupcake. In case you forget, I disproved your one claim in 1:
3: I'd said a thousand times after I faced Prophet the first time (yeah, I was in the ring with him too.) that I would do so again, I even demanded it on live TV. Maybe you need a hearing aid to compliment your glasses. Then Spike killed him. Then you stepped into that place, knowing you were facing a declining man. So yeah, you tell me who's afraid? The guy who said before, or the guy who said after.
4: You are horrible with the use of sarcasm. Also not everything posted on a website is a blog. Get used to it.
5: This match isn't about titles you power hungry douchebag, but you want a tag shot, name your partner and you can have it next week, no questions asked. Hammer, AJ, and Talon and I defended our titles in the last two weeks, or won them in AJs case, so stuff it you wanna-be.
6: Until then, don't talk to me.. ever..
Jack
1: I've seriously must have said this a thousand times. Telling Angel he won't do something, is a guarantee he's going to do it. You tried to kill him, I'm pretty sure when he said he was going to kill you he meant it. Call me crazy, but I think I know the man a little better than you. Three years ago he tried to bring about the end of the world, somehow I don't see snapping your neck as a problem for his moral compass.
2: Don't worry about ignoring me. Everyone does. Just makes me all that more eager to introduce myself in a way you probably won't like.
3: Please, for the love of god don't tell me your new member is like.. Vertigo Dirtmurder or something. I'm pretty sure I would have to kill myself.
Ace
1: I still haven't lied. Stop calling me a liar. It makes you sound stupid. And no, a man getting mad at someone calling him a liar is a matter of honor and integrity and a hundred and fifty years ago I could have called you out and shot you dead in the street for what you said.
2: For someone who knows I tell the truth, and yet can't handle listening to me talk, apparently you, sir, cannot handle the truth.
3: Not everything a person says is about you. The six stratagems are for you, and the fans, plus all the wrestlers who don't work here, and the ones who want to work here. From someone who's been doing this for the better part of a decade.
4: My belief that you couldn't beat Joe Everyman one on one still stands. Not in the match ... irrelevant. The fact this is a tag match.. irrelevant. The fact that you faced him before.. irrelevant.
5: For the third consecutive week, I do know better than you. Everyone admits that but you. They either ignore the truth because they can't dispute it, or they admit it, simple. Defense would like to motion for the charges to be dropped because the prosecution are total retards who wouldn't know a gavel from a meat tenderizer.
6: Oh, and my wings aren't made of wax.. I'm not falling anywhere.. ass.. and didn't Angel beat you the week after I did? Oh so he didn't pin you specifically. Where were you to break up his winning pin? Epic Fail.
Hammer
1: Way to go for wasting all of our time. I watched you for what? twenty minutes and you mentioned NOBODY. I'm calling nCw entertainment about getting a refund of that twenty minutes.
2: Honestly, if that chick is trying to kill you.. I'd take care of that first. I really don't want to walk into the locker room and find you dead on the floor. Kinda brings a bad karma deal to the event.
3: Still owe me a National title shot.
And that's about all. I don't care enough to say anymore.
(Fin)
Underneath the gun
In front of waiting eyes
Our time has just begun
No second chance tonight
So we walk the longest days
To live inside the shortest nights
We compromise our hearts
To keep them satisfied
The shadows of our past
Hard to ignore
But judgment means nothing
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
Underneath the gun
In front of doubting eyes
We walk this path as one
Take on the world tonight
And we'll carve our names
Into their bones
We'll never sell ourselves
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
I
Won't
Let
This Love
I
Won't
Let
This love die
I
I won't let it die
There is only one thing
That matters this time
At the hands of judgment
I won't let it die
No sacrifice
Regrets left behind
I won't let it die
This time
Yeah
This time
I won't let it die
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
No we don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
I won't let this love
I won't let this love die [/i]
Saint Street High School, Boston MA
(We fade back in on a random corridor of the high school. Falcon is walking with a tray of yummies from the makeshift concession. Hamburger for him, Fried Dough for her, and a couple of sodas. He walks back into the gym, passing the barricade that keeps people from the bleachers and the security guard enforcing it (it took an autograph bribe for that one), he traverses the bleachers until he reaches his date, sitting so prettily on top of the enclosed structure. He sets the tray next to her, then hops up nimbly to sit with the tray between the two of them. Nothing is going on in the ring presently, but the modest crowd is pretty hyped by the look of them.)
Falcon: I miss anything?
Lisa: Some guy named Nitro Coletrain was just out here yammering about how the Age of Barrett is dead. And that XNEW Title is as good as his later tonight.
Falcon: That guy is still alive? I think he tried to enter wrestling school with me. Ed would have none of that.
Lisa: It might be him. He's been around here for as long as I've been coming to these. Looks like to be damn near forty
Falcon: So I guess Marcus Barrett is the champion?
Lisa: He was. It's Taylor now.
Falcon: That kid? How'd he pull that off?
Lisa: Last show they had a five way battle royal. Marcus as the champion, that guy Nitro, two other guys whos names escape me, and Taylor, who won a shot in some other match a while ago. Nitro eliminated everyone but Taylor, who caught him with a roll-up.
(Falcon laughs at that. Oh, the irony.)
Lisa: I figured you'd find that funny. I know about you and the roll-up, Mr. Falcon's nest.
(They eat silently as they watch the next match. Between a high flying spot monkey named "Air" Jorden Maxwell, and a pure wrestler with a hate for high flying spot monkeys named Lord William Buxton. Judging by the reaction of the crowd, and Buxtons pre-match speech, this fued had been boiling over for a while, and tonight it was going to be settled. Even Falcon tipped his hat at Jordans springboard shooting star press, which he held for a pin and the victory. When the match was over, Falcon turned his attention back to his date.)
Falcon: You really do keep tabs on my career don't you?
Lisa: Of course. I've seen almost every show you've ever been in, when I knew about them. And when the came to the area, I was always in the audience. I care about you, and more than that, I just love watching you wrestle. It's mesmerizing.
Falcon: Oh come on now. There were a couple of mesmerizing things about you too.
Lisa: Oh really? Like what?
Falcon: The way you walk. The cute way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. The way you used to bend over to empty the dishwasher.
(She rolled her eyes in a "typical guy" type repose, but the smile betrayed that sentiment. She popped the last piece of dough into her mouth, and chewed it thoroughly, then she turned to him.)
Lisa: So you and Jack are really done as a team?
Falcon: Not yet. But, this is really going to keep us both down, and he knows it. I'm not abandoning him as a friend, and if he needs backup, he knows where to find it. But nobody is going to take him seriously as long as they see him as a lesser version of me. When the enemies split the last time, he went off on his own and started succeeding like he knows he can, he just needs to do that again.
Lisa: I hope you're right.
Falcon: About that, I know I am. Though, I am glad my first ever tag title reign on tv ever, was with Jack.
Lisa: What about Angel?
Falcon: I suppose I'd be saying the same things if it were him instead. We haven't always been the best of friends, but now, we might as well be brothers. All of us.
(The main event begins. "The Future" Taylor Barrett against Nitro Coletrain. The match is fairly onesided, Nitro dominating the much younger and smaller man fairly easily. But that arrogance procedes to be his undoing as he unwarily walks into a CultureShock (Super Kick) and hits the floor. Taylor pins him for the 1,2,3 to unexpectantly retain his title. Upon conclusion of the match, Falcon jumps down from the bleachers and tosses the tray into the closest garbage can. Then he aids Lisa in getting down, not an easy feat in a dress. Before he could lead her to the exit, she presses herself against him, staring her beautiful green eyes into his.)
Lisa: ....Take me home..
(Fade)
(Third post on http://www.socialenemies.com.)
5: Expect the Unexpected.
I'm aware that sounds like some cheeseball roadhouse reference, but in all honesty, doing that very thing could go a long way in determining your future success. Doing your homework can only show you what a person has done, and thus can tell you what they probably will do in any given situation. But some people adapt to crisis and work well under pressure. I'm not going to list any examples, but you're free to feel like I'm talking about you. Some people will try a strategy once, and if it doesn't work, they'll switch it up. The adaptors can go on almost indefinately like that. They have countless ideas, and some are even capable of adapting on the fly. Those are the most dangerous. Some are a little more limited, having as many as a dozen, or as few as just a couple of different tricks. Some people will try a strategy once, and then be out of chances if it fails. The adaptors are the ones that go the farthest, in any business, because they don't crumble when they run into opposition. They keep moving forward and perservere, finding a way around even the largest of roadblocks. Sure, it may take some time, but the point is not how long, but how far. Only the most adaptive have what it takes to breakthrough all the walls and all the glass ceilings to stand at the top of the mountain and declare in a loud voice that they are there to stay.
But staying there is another matter. If getting to the mountain top seems too easy, then maybe you were either lucky, or the real challenge is yet to come. The idea is not to get too comfortable with the ideas that brought you to your success, because sooner or later, they just aren't going to work anymore. Someone else is going to come along who is stronger, faster, more intellegent, just an all around better person suited for the task at hand. And you're either going to be forced to evolve, or die where you stand. So many faces of so many people turn to shock and horror when they realize that the very thing they relied on to get them where they are, and what they were banking on to keep them there, is the very thing that will be their greatest disapointment. If you've been watching nCw, you've already seen one example. What was once a bright shining star, is now a former shell, pretending to be cavalier about the goings on all the while cursing himself for letting his stardom slip right through his fingers. What? You expect me to dish out who I was talking about? Sorry, all I can tell you is that he's not involved in the Warfare match. And that's the only hint you're going to get out of me. Oh, quit whining.
August 20th
Lisas' House, Boston, MA
(Fade in to Falcon, staring out a large double wide window, overlooking a plush lawn. Whoever Lisas husband had been, he had apparently taken real good care of her. This house was enormous by regular house standards, he had already counted nine bedrooms, five full bathrooms, and four half baths. There were still rooms he hadn't seen, so those numbers might be just a little low. He watched the birds in the early dawn light, going about the business of picking out their breakfast from the ground. Finally he turned around, to see her, still in bed. He could see her slender curves under the silk sheet and his mind flashed to the way things had been almost ten years ago, and the way things were last night. Practically the second she had him in the door, she was leading him upstairs. He could sense her pent up passion, probably from being alone for quite some time. He couldn't deny to himself that he hadn't been pent up a little too, which only made the experience more than a little intense. To be honest, he couldn't be sure than he hadn't just been used as a booty call, but he honestly didn't care one way or the other. He still loves her, the feeling written plainly all over his face. His reverie was interrupted by her half rolling over to look at him.)
Lisa: You're up early.
Falcon: Old habit, waking up when the sun rises..
(She smiles at him, and starts to get up.)
Lisa: I'll go and make breakfast.
(He watches her stand up, naked as the day she was born (nCw blurring out the naughty bits), and slips on a robe, before heading out the bedroom door. Falcon stands there a moment, then turns back around to the yard. A deer bounds out of the woods behind the house, wanders freely around the backyard and then is suddenly SHOT.. ok I'm kidding, it bounds safely back into the woods. The scent of bacon drifts up to his nostrils, and despite the fact that Falcon is really only half Canadian, he can't resist it. He heads downstairs. Lisa stands at the stove, frying bacon in one pan, and eggs in another. Falcon heads over past her, she leans back against him as he walks by in a unique display of affection, and opens her refrigerator removing the milk and a bottle of tabasco sauce. She looks at him curiously.)
Lisa: Hot sauce? For real?
Falcon: Hot sauce raises your internal body temperature, which boosts your metabolism. It's how I stay so slim and svelte.
(She laughs, and seperates the cooked breakfast into two plates and sets them on the oak table before taking a seat before one of them. He pours two glasses of milk and does the same.)
Lisa: If you say so, just make sure you keep it over there. I happen to enjoy my mouth not being on fire.
Falcon: Suit yourself.
(Falcon puts a generous helping of hot sauce on his eggs and the two dig in to their breakfast. They eat in silence, she finishes her plate, which had far less on it first, and again rests her head in her hand to look at him, mimicing her pose from the restaurant the night before. He slows his eating to a crawl, trying to not get caught with food in his mouth if she starts a conversation.)
Lisa: What did you think of last night?
Falcon: Just like old times I guess, why?
Lisa: You don't.. feel used at all?
Falcon: Should I?
Lisa: Well... I hope not. I know I still care about you. But I'm not sure that I still love you. I've just been through a divorce, and to be honest, when you called, I knew I wanted to hang out with you.. and I knew that if I could get you back here.. I wanted to sleep with you. But as far as possibly getting back together, I don't know.
(Falcon stays silent, his face not changing expression at all. The two stare at one another for several minutes before Falcon simply says.)
Falcon: Ok..
Lisa: You're ok with this?
Falcon: Lisa.. I've been without you long enough to know that one night would not bring you back to me. You need to take time to think about where you stand. Then afterwards, we'll talk about if there can be an us again. I've got a flight to Atlanta today. I've got enough time to shower and change, then I have to be out the door. If you want I could get you a flight later and tickets for Battle Grounds?
Lisa: No, I'll watch at the bar as I always do.
Falcon: Ok..
(Falcon stands up, clears the table of the plates, and heads off to one of the many bathrooms in her house.)
Lisa: Kyle?
Falcon: Yeah?
Lisa: Thanks for understanding..
Falcon: Don't mention it..
(Fade)
(Back to http://www.socialenemies.com.)
6: Break your Habits
This is a follow-up to the last one. Once you learn to expect what is predictable, and what is not, you then have to think about what he would expect from you, and then change it. Only then can you become an adaptor like I was talking about before. And rise to all the heights and glory n yadda yadda yadda. Not as easy as it seems now is it? Before I told you how to beat the one and limited trick ponies, and if you just followed that advice, then you would just become one yourself. It's good to see you're still reading this. But my advice can only take you so far, and at some point you're either going to make the right decision or the wrong one. You're not going to have a clue which side of the fork is which either, not until you walk down it. Believe me, I would love to give you some type of spoiler to try and aid you, but I'm not you. Nor do I want to be, to be perfectly honest.
The main point is your habits can be anything from the same tried and true moves, to using certain moves in a sequence. The former, your opponent merely has to know how to counter those moves and you become royally s-k-rewed. The later, your opponent just needs to scout the first or second move in the sequence and he automatically has a heads up as to what you are going to do, and then, all hope of momentum is lost. So, in reality, the person you should always watch the most tape on, is yourself. I know that sort of falls in line with the whole knowing yourself thing I got into yesterday. But that was the mental part, this is the physical part. As we know this business requires you to have a fair ability in both. Then again, if you didn't know that, then maybe you shouldn't be here in the first place. There are a couple of you that I could say that to, but I don't want any more of you people whining in my ear. God knows I deal with that enough already.
August 20th
Logan Airport, Boston, MA
(Fade in to Falcon sitting in the airport terminal, waiting for his flight to Georgia. He looks deep in thought, still reminiscing over the last day or so with an ex of almost a decade. It's amazing how some things change, and yet stay exactly the same. He didn't know what the future could hold for him, he just hoped that it would be alright. He's distracted by the ringing of his cell phone. He pulls it from his pocket, checking the outer screen to see who's calling. "Angel". He answers.)
Angel: About time you answered, I was calling you all night last night.
Falcon: Sorry, I was rather.. preoccupied.
Angel: First Everyman starts ducking my phone calls, then you.
Falcon: My bad man, I had a date last night. And don't worry about Everyman, no amount of threatening him is going to make him come to his decision any faster.
Angel: I figured that. Last time I saw him was after Collision. I tried to talk to him about it, and he brushed it off, saying he already talked to you about it. What do you think?
Falcon: Honestly, he's leaning away. But he just doesn't understand. The point is he will or he won't. If he will, then we don't have a problem. If he won't, then that complicates things a little bit. By the way, what did you want to call me for anyway?
Angel: Oh, I was trying to remember the name of that old chick who played the tall, mean one in that show "Golden Girls"?
Falcon: Bea Arthur?
Angel: That's it! Man that had been bugging me all night. Oh, the other thing was what's this whole business between you and Talon?
Falcon: Nothing yet.
Angel: You're not pulling any stunts are you?
Falcon: No, I'll explain when I get to Georgia. This is stuff that's been building a while, and at some point we're going to have to face it. Might as well start mentally preparing you know?
Angel: Yea, I know. Speaking of preparing.. you are prepared aren't you? You're not gonna be all focused on the ass you got after your date last night are you?
Falcon: Who said I got ass last night?
Angel: I KNOW you...
Falcon: Alright fine, yes I did.. and no I'm not going to be focused on that. You'll have one hundred percent pure Falcon at Battle Grounds.
Angel: I hope so. The way things have been going around here lately, it's becoming hard to differentiate allies from enemies.
Falcon: Don't worry about me Angel.
Angel: You're the one person I'm not worried about. I'll see you when you get here. Bye.
Falcon: Later..
(Falcon hangs up his phone and slides it back into his pocket. The intercom announces that the flight to Atlanta will begin boarding shortly. He stands up, stretches and grabs his bags on the floor.)
Falcon: And so.. it begins..
(He starts walking off toward the terminal. Fade)
(Back to www.socialenemies.com. Last time, I promise.)
Well, there you have it. The six stratagems of success. I can't take complete credit, as a lot of those ideas were either vocalized by someone else, or just plain everyday common sense. What I can tell you, is that all of it, every word, is one hundred percent truth. And we all know you really can't argue with the truth. While I was composing the beginning part of this, a couple more tapes were dropped off at my desk. And while I've been thinking about how to word these great sage pieces of wisdom, I'd occasionally pop one into a VCR and let it play in the background, my ears picking up the innane ramblings of Kole, Ace, Jack Manson, and Jackhammer. All four of them went on their marathon sessions of stupidity, so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Since none of them said very much that made any sense.
Kole
1: Leonard Fox may be on leave from day to day operations, but he still owns nCw. So, yes, his Computer printed signature is still on all of our paychecks. You, as a corporate douche, should know that nobody spends hours every week signing each individual check, you need glasses.
2: Don't call me an idiot when the one point you made to back up that claim was retarded, you just made yourself look like a special olympics athlete, good job cupcake. In case you forget, I disproved your one claim in 1:
3: I'd said a thousand times after I faced Prophet the first time (yeah, I was in the ring with him too.) that I would do so again, I even demanded it on live TV. Maybe you need a hearing aid to compliment your glasses. Then Spike killed him. Then you stepped into that place, knowing you were facing a declining man. So yeah, you tell me who's afraid? The guy who said before, or the guy who said after.
4: You are horrible with the use of sarcasm. Also not everything posted on a website is a blog. Get used to it.
5: This match isn't about titles you power hungry douchebag, but you want a tag shot, name your partner and you can have it next week, no questions asked. Hammer, AJ, and Talon and I defended our titles in the last two weeks, or won them in AJs case, so stuff it you wanna-be.
6: Until then, don't talk to me.. ever..
Jack
1: I've seriously must have said this a thousand times. Telling Angel he won't do something, is a guarantee he's going to do it. You tried to kill him, I'm pretty sure when he said he was going to kill you he meant it. Call me crazy, but I think I know the man a little better than you. Three years ago he tried to bring about the end of the world, somehow I don't see snapping your neck as a problem for his moral compass.
2: Don't worry about ignoring me. Everyone does. Just makes me all that more eager to introduce myself in a way you probably won't like.
3: Please, for the love of god don't tell me your new member is like.. Vertigo Dirtmurder or something. I'm pretty sure I would have to kill myself.
Ace
1: I still haven't lied. Stop calling me a liar. It makes you sound stupid. And no, a man getting mad at someone calling him a liar is a matter of honor and integrity and a hundred and fifty years ago I could have called you out and shot you dead in the street for what you said.
2: For someone who knows I tell the truth, and yet can't handle listening to me talk, apparently you, sir, cannot handle the truth.
3: Not everything a person says is about you. The six stratagems are for you, and the fans, plus all the wrestlers who don't work here, and the ones who want to work here. From someone who's been doing this for the better part of a decade.
4: My belief that you couldn't beat Joe Everyman one on one still stands. Not in the match ... irrelevant. The fact this is a tag match.. irrelevant. The fact that you faced him before.. irrelevant.
5: For the third consecutive week, I do know better than you. Everyone admits that but you. They either ignore the truth because they can't dispute it, or they admit it, simple. Defense would like to motion for the charges to be dropped because the prosecution are total retards who wouldn't know a gavel from a meat tenderizer.
6: Oh, and my wings aren't made of wax.. I'm not falling anywhere.. ass.. and didn't Angel beat you the week after I did? Oh so he didn't pin you specifically. Where were you to break up his winning pin? Epic Fail.
Hammer
1: Way to go for wasting all of our time. I watched you for what? twenty minutes and you mentioned NOBODY. I'm calling nCw entertainment about getting a refund of that twenty minutes.
2: Honestly, if that chick is trying to kill you.. I'd take care of that first. I really don't want to walk into the locker room and find you dead on the floor. Kinda brings a bad karma deal to the event.
3: Still owe me a National title shot.
And that's about all. I don't care enough to say anymore.
(Fin)
Underneath the gun
In front of waiting eyes
Our time has just begun
No second chance tonight
So we walk the longest days
To live inside the shortest nights
We compromise our hearts
To keep them satisfied
The shadows of our past
Hard to ignore
But judgment means nothing
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
Underneath the gun
In front of doubting eyes
We walk this path as one
Take on the world tonight
And we'll carve our names
Into their bones
We'll never sell ourselves
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
I
Won't
Let
This Love
I
Won't
Let
This love die
I
I won't let it die
There is only one thing
That matters this time
At the hands of judgment
I won't let it die
No sacrifice
Regrets left behind
I won't let it die
This time
Yeah
This time
I won't let it die
That's not what we're fighting for
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
No we don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
I won't let this love
I won't let this love die [/i]