Post by skyslayers on Sept 26, 2008 10:08:20 GMT -6
Delacore Memorial
Jacksonville, FL
-Talon slowly contemplated his options, staring down at the cards on the table before him. He knew there was a reasonable solution to the predicament in front of him. But damned if he knew what it was. Then a soft voice called from off camera.-
Move the seven of diamonds over two spots dummy.
-Talon blinked, not looking up, but focusing on what she had said. Then did what she suggested. It revealed another card, which continued his game.-
Thanks darlin.
You're welcome.
-Alexis went back to watching the hospital TV. Talon continued for several minutes until his cell phone beeped. He reached into his pocket, checking the text message that just came in. He opens it, presses a couple buttons to dial someone from his address book. He puts the phone to his ear and waits. After several minutes, he closes the phone and puts it away, sighing dejectedly. She looks at him, wonderingly.-
Same as before?
Yeah. Same generic message, same call, same result.
He has to answer sooner or later.
Well, no technically he doesn't. But he should. At least I would know where he stood at that point.
You're really concerned aren't you?
Of course. The man is an ally, another arm of the octopus. Without him, we, not just I, are crippled a little more. If he's out, I'd at least like to know.
I'm sure he feels bad about not telling you.
I hope so.
-A nurse comes in.-
Time to change the dressing honey. Mr. Ryan, you know the drill.
-Talon gets up, leans over and kisses Alexis on the forehead. She gifts him with a smile as he heads for the door.-
Yeah, I'll be out here like a good boy.
-He exits the room, stepping to the side and taking a seat in the chair. He leans back, crossing an ankle over his opposite knee and folds his arm back behind his head to wait.-
Not surprising is it? Another episode of Collision for me ends with me flat on my back, the ref counting to three, and someone else's hand being raised. But this time it was different wasn't it? This time it was my good buddy Falcon. I suppose the reaction for me is supposed to be bitterness. My best friend in the whole world pinned me. Just like Spike had hoped. Bet that was a good wet dream for you wasn't it Spikey boy? Give yourself a big pat on the back for that one. Was there a "Oh my god, say it ain't so!" fall out? I don't know, or I don't want to tell any of you, either or. All that aside, I have to swallow my pride (again), pick up the pieces (again), and prepare to defend my tag title against Lance Ryan and Adam Knite. Someone who wants to strip me of the one accomplishment I have, and someone who wants to strip me of my livelyhood. All in all, the deck is pretty much stacked against me. But then again..
that's nothing new..
-He stretches his arms. Looking oddly at ease for someone facing such a crisis.-
Classic race battle isn't it? Ace-King versus Ace-Jack. If you missed it last week, go look it up, I'm not going to reiterrate it. Basically, it can go either way. Though Lance and Adam are definately the favorite. I mean, what can I even say about Lance Ryan? Most people would tell you that I don't even deserve to be in the same ring with him, let alone defending a title from him. But that seems to be the way it's going to go down, exactly as it is described. I don't have any delusions about this being easy, or simple, because Lance and Adam hate one another. In fact, it will be quite the opposite. Lance will be looking to pin me and take the gold for himself. Adam will be looking to make me black out again to punish me, and in doing so, give them the win, and the gold. What happens after that is not my concern. They could win this match, then run off and literally murder one another, and they still would have won the match, completed their objectives and be rid of us. But if they want some self-minded objectives to keep themselves happy, they can have it. Hey..
Whatever gets them to sleep at night.
Whatever trap you're trying to push us into Lance, I'm all for it. I seem to be trapped in some type of void. Every step forward is followed immediately by a step backward. So, to be honest, the more I can fight through, the better off I'll eventually be right? Least that's the way I figure it. I could be wrong.
-Talon pauses, looking over at the door, still closed.-
As for you Adam, what the hell do you want from me? No matter what I say to you, I'm always wrong. I tell you I'm not trapped, you say I am. I tell you I'm not a puppet or a prisoner, and to you I'm bound by strings and chains. I tell you why I fight for the causes I fight for, and suddenly what I want should matter to me more than the battles my friends are waging on behalf of guys like me. You see Adam, I aligned myself with my friends because of what we fight for. Someone needs to stand up and tell the assholes in the front office and guys like Spike Kane that there's more to the roster than the top five. There's more to the roster than the guys who have powerful friends, have a ton of money, and back all that up with minimal talent. Without this cause, guys like me would NEVER get anywhere in this business. Look at me Adam. Tell me one way how I stand out? I'm pretty much generic. Sure, people tell me they love the poker references and that occasionally I get laughs, but that's not enough. Damn near everybody is funny, and has some little catchy gimmick. Me..
I got nothin'.
But I'm not complaining. Since bitching is not my strong suit, there's very little I can do about it except change. But you know what Adam. I don't need to change for you. No part of me is screaming "Ditch your friends, because someone else told you to." You look at the four of us, and you remember how it was back then, when Maniac was calling the shots, and you assume it's still the same. But you're wrong. It hasn't been the same, and it won't be again. Falcon and I put those demons behind us at Picture Perfect, then again at Last Stand. But I guess you weren't watching. You were focused on what you saw before. As for your question, do you not remember PWW? You think Falcon or Angel couldn't have won the World title? They weren't even allowed to fight for it. Hell, between the three of us, we'd been a World Champion a total of eight times. I know personal success Adam, and as much as I'd love to see it here, I've put myself in this hole. I had a chance to face Angel for the X title, lost it to Xavier Williams. I had chances to put myself in contention for various things, and I lost them. Nobody lost those matches for me. So tell me Adam. Is Angel so evil that he would let Everyman fight in the Ladder match, when everyone said Angel should have taken that spot? Is Falcon so evil that he would sacrifice his National title shot to a third party, in the name of competition? Call us what you will Adam..
We're not the ones trying to destroy those who would be your greatest allies.
-The door opens, the nurse exits with a nod and moves down the hall. Talon stands up, holding the open door in his hand.-
I'm not here to argue semantics with you guys. I'm just here to earn a living. You want to take away my gold? Fine, come and take it. You want to take away my pride? Fine, come and take it. My not living up to my potential is my own damn fault. Pushing me back to the bottom by challenging my convictions does little but further your own ends. So, you tell me who's selfish.
That's what I thought..
-Talon enters back into her hospital room. Fadeness-
Why!?
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember...
Slap on the wrist, smack in the face
The family tree, gave me a name and nothing more
Neglected seed, why!?
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
I never asked to be here
It's because of you I'm godforsaken
I never wanted this
It's because of you I'm dead inside
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember me?
A happy home, a fairy tale, a broken dream
Gave me a life, then turned away
Killed everything, why!?
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
I never asked to be here
It's because of you I'm godforsaken
I never wanted this
It's because of you I'm dead inside
F**k!
Father, bastard, I'm the Devil's very own
Mother, know not, just who I've become
Father, hate me, for being all your not
Mother's baby, I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember me?
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Jacksonville, FL
-Talon slowly contemplated his options, staring down at the cards on the table before him. He knew there was a reasonable solution to the predicament in front of him. But damned if he knew what it was. Then a soft voice called from off camera.-
Move the seven of diamonds over two spots dummy.
-Talon blinked, not looking up, but focusing on what she had said. Then did what she suggested. It revealed another card, which continued his game.-
Thanks darlin.
You're welcome.
-Alexis went back to watching the hospital TV. Talon continued for several minutes until his cell phone beeped. He reached into his pocket, checking the text message that just came in. He opens it, presses a couple buttons to dial someone from his address book. He puts the phone to his ear and waits. After several minutes, he closes the phone and puts it away, sighing dejectedly. She looks at him, wonderingly.-
Same as before?
Yeah. Same generic message, same call, same result.
He has to answer sooner or later.
Well, no technically he doesn't. But he should. At least I would know where he stood at that point.
You're really concerned aren't you?
Of course. The man is an ally, another arm of the octopus. Without him, we, not just I, are crippled a little more. If he's out, I'd at least like to know.
I'm sure he feels bad about not telling you.
I hope so.
-A nurse comes in.-
Time to change the dressing honey. Mr. Ryan, you know the drill.
-Talon gets up, leans over and kisses Alexis on the forehead. She gifts him with a smile as he heads for the door.-
Yeah, I'll be out here like a good boy.
-He exits the room, stepping to the side and taking a seat in the chair. He leans back, crossing an ankle over his opposite knee and folds his arm back behind his head to wait.-
Not surprising is it? Another episode of Collision for me ends with me flat on my back, the ref counting to three, and someone else's hand being raised. But this time it was different wasn't it? This time it was my good buddy Falcon. I suppose the reaction for me is supposed to be bitterness. My best friend in the whole world pinned me. Just like Spike had hoped. Bet that was a good wet dream for you wasn't it Spikey boy? Give yourself a big pat on the back for that one. Was there a "Oh my god, say it ain't so!" fall out? I don't know, or I don't want to tell any of you, either or. All that aside, I have to swallow my pride (again), pick up the pieces (again), and prepare to defend my tag title against Lance Ryan and Adam Knite. Someone who wants to strip me of the one accomplishment I have, and someone who wants to strip me of my livelyhood. All in all, the deck is pretty much stacked against me. But then again..
that's nothing new..
-He stretches his arms. Looking oddly at ease for someone facing such a crisis.-
Classic race battle isn't it? Ace-King versus Ace-Jack. If you missed it last week, go look it up, I'm not going to reiterrate it. Basically, it can go either way. Though Lance and Adam are definately the favorite. I mean, what can I even say about Lance Ryan? Most people would tell you that I don't even deserve to be in the same ring with him, let alone defending a title from him. But that seems to be the way it's going to go down, exactly as it is described. I don't have any delusions about this being easy, or simple, because Lance and Adam hate one another. In fact, it will be quite the opposite. Lance will be looking to pin me and take the gold for himself. Adam will be looking to make me black out again to punish me, and in doing so, give them the win, and the gold. What happens after that is not my concern. They could win this match, then run off and literally murder one another, and they still would have won the match, completed their objectives and be rid of us. But if they want some self-minded objectives to keep themselves happy, they can have it. Hey..
Whatever gets them to sleep at night.
Whatever trap you're trying to push us into Lance, I'm all for it. I seem to be trapped in some type of void. Every step forward is followed immediately by a step backward. So, to be honest, the more I can fight through, the better off I'll eventually be right? Least that's the way I figure it. I could be wrong.
-Talon pauses, looking over at the door, still closed.-
As for you Adam, what the hell do you want from me? No matter what I say to you, I'm always wrong. I tell you I'm not trapped, you say I am. I tell you I'm not a puppet or a prisoner, and to you I'm bound by strings and chains. I tell you why I fight for the causes I fight for, and suddenly what I want should matter to me more than the battles my friends are waging on behalf of guys like me. You see Adam, I aligned myself with my friends because of what we fight for. Someone needs to stand up and tell the assholes in the front office and guys like Spike Kane that there's more to the roster than the top five. There's more to the roster than the guys who have powerful friends, have a ton of money, and back all that up with minimal talent. Without this cause, guys like me would NEVER get anywhere in this business. Look at me Adam. Tell me one way how I stand out? I'm pretty much generic. Sure, people tell me they love the poker references and that occasionally I get laughs, but that's not enough. Damn near everybody is funny, and has some little catchy gimmick. Me..
I got nothin'.
But I'm not complaining. Since bitching is not my strong suit, there's very little I can do about it except change. But you know what Adam. I don't need to change for you. No part of me is screaming "Ditch your friends, because someone else told you to." You look at the four of us, and you remember how it was back then, when Maniac was calling the shots, and you assume it's still the same. But you're wrong. It hasn't been the same, and it won't be again. Falcon and I put those demons behind us at Picture Perfect, then again at Last Stand. But I guess you weren't watching. You were focused on what you saw before. As for your question, do you not remember PWW? You think Falcon or Angel couldn't have won the World title? They weren't even allowed to fight for it. Hell, between the three of us, we'd been a World Champion a total of eight times. I know personal success Adam, and as much as I'd love to see it here, I've put myself in this hole. I had a chance to face Angel for the X title, lost it to Xavier Williams. I had chances to put myself in contention for various things, and I lost them. Nobody lost those matches for me. So tell me Adam. Is Angel so evil that he would let Everyman fight in the Ladder match, when everyone said Angel should have taken that spot? Is Falcon so evil that he would sacrifice his National title shot to a third party, in the name of competition? Call us what you will Adam..
We're not the ones trying to destroy those who would be your greatest allies.
-The door opens, the nurse exits with a nod and moves down the hall. Talon stands up, holding the open door in his hand.-
I'm not here to argue semantics with you guys. I'm just here to earn a living. You want to take away my gold? Fine, come and take it. You want to take away my pride? Fine, come and take it. My not living up to my potential is my own damn fault. Pushing me back to the bottom by challenging my convictions does little but further your own ends. So, you tell me who's selfish.
That's what I thought..
-Talon enters back into her hospital room. Fadeness-
Why!?
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember...
Slap on the wrist, smack in the face
The family tree, gave me a name and nothing more
Neglected seed, why!?
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
I never asked to be here
It's because of you I'm godforsaken
I never wanted this
It's because of you I'm dead inside
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember me?
A happy home, a fairy tale, a broken dream
Gave me a life, then turned away
Killed everything, why!?
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
I never asked to be here
It's because of you I'm godforsaken
I never wanted this
It's because of you I'm dead inside
F**k!
Father, bastard, I'm the Devil's very own
Mother, know not, just who I've become
Father, hate me, for being all your not
Mother's baby, I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
I hate what I've become
It's because of you I'm broken
It's because of you I'm dead inside
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me
Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be?
When it's said and done, will you remember me?
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