Post by Falcon on Oct 30, 2008 9:13:03 GMT -6
"Ed Donahue once told me that wrestlers were like any other group of people. A few winners and a whole bunch of losers. I never quite bought into it really. Well, maybe a little. I guess you could say I'm an optimist. I try to see the good in everything. And right now, I think I'm real close to saving Steve Awesome from himself. Not Kole. Because it's pretty obvious that if Steve really wanted to tell Kole to buzz off, he would. Steve is one of those people who just have an absolute lack of patience. He's been in nCw a year, and already he's surpassed the expectations of his contract signing. He's also what..? Twenty three..? Twenty four? Don't get me wrong.. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it. But when the world is expected of a kid, he begins to believe it. Anyone here who's a parent knows what I'm talking about. You encourage the youth to take it all the way, but sometimes... they go one step too far. That's what happened to Steve Awesome. I'm not talking about the ego, or his inclination to be an asshole. I'm talking about the day he lost it. June 15th. nCw presented Picture Perfect. He almost had what he wanted. Then it was taken away. He lost it. Then he traded his dignity for glory, because he was in such a damn hurry all of a sudden. And that's how Steve became the broken desperate man you see on T.V. today. Was it worth it? Maybe. But just know Steve, for everything you are..
Is only a tenth of what you could have been..
I'm not saying this because I wish you ill. All I want, is for you to understand. Once you do that, then changing is up to you. I've told people about this before Steve, but you need to listen close. Changing might be better for you, but it might also save your life. That might seem odd and strange of you to hear now, but just remember..
I know the man who hunts you better than you do.
Tuesday.
(We fade in from all that to a diner in the middle of Boston. Falcon sits at a table, alone, dressed to the nines in a silk shirt and slacks. Four appetizer plates sit around the table, showing that he's been here for a while, but didn't want to order dinner in case the person he was waiting for actually showed up. The diner is practically empty with only a party of four on an extended (double date) desert and a couple late shift hospital workers having coffee. Falcon sits there, his hands folded in front of him, staring intentedly at the opposite side of the booth. Soon, a beautiful blonde sits in that spot, but this is of no relief as the blonde is dressed in the pink uniform of a diner employee. She looks back into his stare, her gaze tinged with pity. She speaks with a charming southern accent.)
Jasmine: Stood up tonight shugah?
Falcon: Looks that way..
Jasmine: Awww shucks darlin..
(A petite hand came out to rest on his arm. A sympathetic gesture. Falcon said nothing.)
Jasmine: Don't worry shugah. There's plenty more fish in this great big ole pond. You'll find someone who appreciates you for bein jus the way you are.
Falcon: ....This wasn't a date persay Jasmine. Just a meeting with an old friend. No call, no show makes me wonder if something happened.
Jasmine: Don't worry your purty little head about it darlin. I'm sure your friend has a reason for not bein here.
Falcon: I hope you're right.
Jasmine: Who was it anyway?
Falcon: .....Lisa..
Jasmine: Oh..well... good luck shugah
(She got up from the table quickly, and exited back to see if the other few patrons needed coffee. Falcon wondered just what that was about. Not realizing she didn't have the heart to tell him.)
"Willard once said to me that this business is ten percent physical, forty percent mental, and fifty percent fun. That if you relax and enjoy yourself, your matches, the roar of the crowd, the rush of competition, you can never be too far down. No matter what happens professionally, you'll always enjoy what you do, and that will transfer into the fans. And no matter what you think, say, or believe, the fans do rule us all. You can yell till your blue in the face about how the fans still pay to see you guys, even though they hate you. But that only works if they have someone for you to lose to that they admire. Enter Falcon, stage left. So, I guess you could say that both you and I are needed here Kole. But let's get one thing straight. There's maybe a handful of me..
There's thousands of you.
Point being said Kole, we don't need you. Because if you left right now, someone else would just take your place. Hell, you surrounded yourself with guys like you. The mask you hide behind. The posse you use to hide your own failings. See Kole, you are afraid of me. Not my physical presence, but the fact that I'm here. You don't like the fact that I'm here. If you had it your way, you'd fill the roster with John Anthony and Sexy Jason clones. You know, guys you could beat.
That's not the case is it?
I didn't think so. You may be an absolute wizard in the boardroom Kole. You may be able to wave your magic and your fireworks. "Watch out villains I've got razzle dazzle" type stuff.
(A small clip plays. Jubilee from the old late 90s X-men cartoon blasting the **** out of the Juggernaut.)
But that's not here Kole. Collision is NOT your show, Mind Games is NOT your pay-per-view, nCw does.. NOT... belong.. to... you.. get it? I would rather you say random insults at me than say the same **** you always do. For someone who says nothing, you sure repeat yourself quite a bit. Yeah, I know, sometimes I do have to say what I've already said. But that's only because..
You don't give me any other choice.
For gods' sake man, would it kill you for a halfway decent insult? I'll be glad when I take from you the one prize you think you've already earned. Who knows? Maybe it'll make you so damn angry and bitter you'll just up and quit and the world will be a better place. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Return ye to the salted earth thou who hast come from its blessed womb. In the glory of thy father. Amen. Bah, who am I kidding?
Another idiot would just take your place.
Probably Doc. You know him.. dude looks like he's almost fifty but claims to be twenty four? Must've found Adultmans fountain of youth. Man, that dude was like twenty nine for six years or so.
(Now we're outside of said diner. Falcon stands there, staring into the sky, next to his car. The fans who chatted him up as he exited walk away, holding their prizes on paper napkins like they were gold. Falcon himself didn't know why he was looking up, only that it seemed to be the one place to look. A voice from behind speaks out.)
Doppleganger: Miss me?
(Falcon didn't have to whirl around in surprise, for his minds eye appearance hardly came as a surprise anymore.)
Falcon: I see you everyday.
Doppleganger: Oh, that's clever. Nice night isn't it?
Falcon: Get to the point, I don't have all night to waste on your pointless banter.
Doppleganger: You know as well as I do why she didn't come right?
Falcon: I have no idea. She could be doing anything from spending a overnight in county for speeding too fast or lying in a hospital bed bleeding out from the accident she was in. She's not answering her phone, and I'm not a damn fortune teller.
Doppleganger: Maybe you should try her ex-husbands house.
(The idea had never occured to him. But then again, even if it had, he had no way of finding out either.)
Falcon: I couldn't even if I wanted to. I've never met the man.
Doppleganger: Of course not. That's where she's been since the last time you saw her you know. After that time at the diner.. what was it? A month and a half ago?
Falcon: Something like that.
Doppleganger: He called her the next day. It was sweet really. He was all puppy dogs and candy canes. I've changed this, and I'll be better at that. She fell for it completely.
(Falcon didn't believe himself. He rarely did now. But he had to admit that it was a possibility, as is everything he's ever told himself recently.)
Doppleganger: Call her tomorrow. See what her excuse is, then ask to see her. It won't be too hard to dig up the man's info if she refuses you know.
Falcon: Yeah, I know.
(Falcon sighed. Technology made hiding basically impossible. He was holding onto the thought that this was just some mistake. But he couldn't deny that he might actually be telling himself the truth this time.)
Falcon: Ok, you win. Tomorrow it is.
Doppleganger: I knew you'd see it my way.
(Falcon slipped into his car as the doppleganger disapeared into the same void it emerged from. He sighed again, then gunned the engine and drove off into the night.)
"Chris Taylor once told me that the key to being remembered was not to win every match you're win. But to make sure at the end you were the last one standing. Even if it took several years to finally get your vengeance, the end result is all that matters. I guess Sunday I finally get my chance at retribution against Tyler Jacobs, for what he took from me. And no, I did not attack him, though on some level I actually wish I had. The look on his face must have been priceless. But you know what other wisdom good ol Maniac imparted on me before he walked away?
Obscurity is worse than death.
And that's exactly what you're worth Jason. Well, maybe you could be something more. Well, no wait.. I lied. Unless you have some miracle revelation, you will never be anything more than just the good old jokester Sexy Jason. Or is that good old joke? Probably the latter. You see Jason, I'm beginning to get really tired of telling you the same five things over and over. But.. for old times sake...
You've never beaten me.. ever.. you will never beat me.. unless of course I die.
Which won't happen because, duh.. I'm immortal.
Kole is right, you are worthless, the only job you should have is being a backup janitor to Jimmy Turner.
Steve Awesome is above the Corporate Empire. You are below it. Everyone else in it should go home and die. End of story.
And finally, having two men who hate me in the ring is absolutely nothing new to me asshat. Call me when you have something important to say.
(A picture comes across the screen. It's a waterfall, torrentous water flowing down by gravity's hand.)
Since you're one for clever.. ok I can't even lie there, lame analogies. Here's one for you. This is a waterfall Jason. Always spiraling downward. Never to rise above the level to which it is dumped. That represents your career. Always stuck in the same place at the bottom. Let's think about this for a second. Your the national champion Jason, and where do you keep wrestling? Trauma. The second tier show. I'm sure they fed you some excuse like as the National Champion that was your show. But let's be real for a minute. It's not. Some things are that simple. Like these three things, after Sunday.
You won't be worth anything.
You won't be a member of the crapulent Empire.
You won't be National Champion.
Deal with it...
In a violent world
Where deceptions free
Things I can't control
Taking over me
Till they tried to take
My identity
So what the hell
Have the done to me?
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
This life for me
Changes everyday
I will stand up tall
I won't be betrayed
If you play with Fire
I'll control the Flame
I'll do anything
To make you believe
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
Mind...
Mind...
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
I'll take all your thoughts away
I'll ignite your fear today
I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
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Is only a tenth of what you could have been..
I'm not saying this because I wish you ill. All I want, is for you to understand. Once you do that, then changing is up to you. I've told people about this before Steve, but you need to listen close. Changing might be better for you, but it might also save your life. That might seem odd and strange of you to hear now, but just remember..
I know the man who hunts you better than you do.
Tuesday.
(We fade in from all that to a diner in the middle of Boston. Falcon sits at a table, alone, dressed to the nines in a silk shirt and slacks. Four appetizer plates sit around the table, showing that he's been here for a while, but didn't want to order dinner in case the person he was waiting for actually showed up. The diner is practically empty with only a party of four on an extended (double date) desert and a couple late shift hospital workers having coffee. Falcon sits there, his hands folded in front of him, staring intentedly at the opposite side of the booth. Soon, a beautiful blonde sits in that spot, but this is of no relief as the blonde is dressed in the pink uniform of a diner employee. She looks back into his stare, her gaze tinged with pity. She speaks with a charming southern accent.)
Jasmine: Stood up tonight shugah?
Falcon: Looks that way..
Jasmine: Awww shucks darlin..
(A petite hand came out to rest on his arm. A sympathetic gesture. Falcon said nothing.)
Jasmine: Don't worry shugah. There's plenty more fish in this great big ole pond. You'll find someone who appreciates you for bein jus the way you are.
Falcon: ....This wasn't a date persay Jasmine. Just a meeting with an old friend. No call, no show makes me wonder if something happened.
Jasmine: Don't worry your purty little head about it darlin. I'm sure your friend has a reason for not bein here.
Falcon: I hope you're right.
Jasmine: Who was it anyway?
Falcon: .....Lisa..
Jasmine: Oh..well... good luck shugah
(She got up from the table quickly, and exited back to see if the other few patrons needed coffee. Falcon wondered just what that was about. Not realizing she didn't have the heart to tell him.)
"Willard once said to me that this business is ten percent physical, forty percent mental, and fifty percent fun. That if you relax and enjoy yourself, your matches, the roar of the crowd, the rush of competition, you can never be too far down. No matter what happens professionally, you'll always enjoy what you do, and that will transfer into the fans. And no matter what you think, say, or believe, the fans do rule us all. You can yell till your blue in the face about how the fans still pay to see you guys, even though they hate you. But that only works if they have someone for you to lose to that they admire. Enter Falcon, stage left. So, I guess you could say that both you and I are needed here Kole. But let's get one thing straight. There's maybe a handful of me..
There's thousands of you.
Point being said Kole, we don't need you. Because if you left right now, someone else would just take your place. Hell, you surrounded yourself with guys like you. The mask you hide behind. The posse you use to hide your own failings. See Kole, you are afraid of me. Not my physical presence, but the fact that I'm here. You don't like the fact that I'm here. If you had it your way, you'd fill the roster with John Anthony and Sexy Jason clones. You know, guys you could beat.
That's not the case is it?
I didn't think so. You may be an absolute wizard in the boardroom Kole. You may be able to wave your magic and your fireworks. "Watch out villains I've got razzle dazzle" type stuff.
(A small clip plays. Jubilee from the old late 90s X-men cartoon blasting the **** out of the Juggernaut.)
But that's not here Kole. Collision is NOT your show, Mind Games is NOT your pay-per-view, nCw does.. NOT... belong.. to... you.. get it? I would rather you say random insults at me than say the same **** you always do. For someone who says nothing, you sure repeat yourself quite a bit. Yeah, I know, sometimes I do have to say what I've already said. But that's only because..
You don't give me any other choice.
For gods' sake man, would it kill you for a halfway decent insult? I'll be glad when I take from you the one prize you think you've already earned. Who knows? Maybe it'll make you so damn angry and bitter you'll just up and quit and the world will be a better place. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Return ye to the salted earth thou who hast come from its blessed womb. In the glory of thy father. Amen. Bah, who am I kidding?
Another idiot would just take your place.
Probably Doc. You know him.. dude looks like he's almost fifty but claims to be twenty four? Must've found Adultmans fountain of youth. Man, that dude was like twenty nine for six years or so.
(Now we're outside of said diner. Falcon stands there, staring into the sky, next to his car. The fans who chatted him up as he exited walk away, holding their prizes on paper napkins like they were gold. Falcon himself didn't know why he was looking up, only that it seemed to be the one place to look. A voice from behind speaks out.)
Doppleganger: Miss me?
(Falcon didn't have to whirl around in surprise, for his minds eye appearance hardly came as a surprise anymore.)
Falcon: I see you everyday.
Doppleganger: Oh, that's clever. Nice night isn't it?
Falcon: Get to the point, I don't have all night to waste on your pointless banter.
Doppleganger: You know as well as I do why she didn't come right?
Falcon: I have no idea. She could be doing anything from spending a overnight in county for speeding too fast or lying in a hospital bed bleeding out from the accident she was in. She's not answering her phone, and I'm not a damn fortune teller.
Doppleganger: Maybe you should try her ex-husbands house.
(The idea had never occured to him. But then again, even if it had, he had no way of finding out either.)
Falcon: I couldn't even if I wanted to. I've never met the man.
Doppleganger: Of course not. That's where she's been since the last time you saw her you know. After that time at the diner.. what was it? A month and a half ago?
Falcon: Something like that.
Doppleganger: He called her the next day. It was sweet really. He was all puppy dogs and candy canes. I've changed this, and I'll be better at that. She fell for it completely.
(Falcon didn't believe himself. He rarely did now. But he had to admit that it was a possibility, as is everything he's ever told himself recently.)
Doppleganger: Call her tomorrow. See what her excuse is, then ask to see her. It won't be too hard to dig up the man's info if she refuses you know.
Falcon: Yeah, I know.
(Falcon sighed. Technology made hiding basically impossible. He was holding onto the thought that this was just some mistake. But he couldn't deny that he might actually be telling himself the truth this time.)
Falcon: Ok, you win. Tomorrow it is.
Doppleganger: I knew you'd see it my way.
(Falcon slipped into his car as the doppleganger disapeared into the same void it emerged from. He sighed again, then gunned the engine and drove off into the night.)
"Chris Taylor once told me that the key to being remembered was not to win every match you're win. But to make sure at the end you were the last one standing. Even if it took several years to finally get your vengeance, the end result is all that matters. I guess Sunday I finally get my chance at retribution against Tyler Jacobs, for what he took from me. And no, I did not attack him, though on some level I actually wish I had. The look on his face must have been priceless. But you know what other wisdom good ol Maniac imparted on me before he walked away?
Obscurity is worse than death.
And that's exactly what you're worth Jason. Well, maybe you could be something more. Well, no wait.. I lied. Unless you have some miracle revelation, you will never be anything more than just the good old jokester Sexy Jason. Or is that good old joke? Probably the latter. You see Jason, I'm beginning to get really tired of telling you the same five things over and over. But.. for old times sake...
You've never beaten me.. ever.. you will never beat me.. unless of course I die.
Which won't happen because, duh.. I'm immortal.
Kole is right, you are worthless, the only job you should have is being a backup janitor to Jimmy Turner.
Steve Awesome is above the Corporate Empire. You are below it. Everyone else in it should go home and die. End of story.
And finally, having two men who hate me in the ring is absolutely nothing new to me asshat. Call me when you have something important to say.
(A picture comes across the screen. It's a waterfall, torrentous water flowing down by gravity's hand.)
Since you're one for clever.. ok I can't even lie there, lame analogies. Here's one for you. This is a waterfall Jason. Always spiraling downward. Never to rise above the level to which it is dumped. That represents your career. Always stuck in the same place at the bottom. Let's think about this for a second. Your the national champion Jason, and where do you keep wrestling? Trauma. The second tier show. I'm sure they fed you some excuse like as the National Champion that was your show. But let's be real for a minute. It's not. Some things are that simple. Like these three things, after Sunday.
You won't be worth anything.
You won't be a member of the crapulent Empire.
You won't be National Champion.
Deal with it...
In a violent world
Where deceptions free
Things I can't control
Taking over me
Till they tried to take
My identity
So what the hell
Have the done to me?
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
This life for me
Changes everyday
I will stand up tall
I won't be betrayed
If you play with Fire
I'll control the Flame
I'll do anything
To make you believe
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
Mind...
Mind...
I will take your thoughts away
And I'll ignite your fear today
Well I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
I'll take all your thoughts away
I'll ignite your fear today
I can take you far away
With my mind
With my mind
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