Post by Falcon on Nov 1, 2008 8:36:19 GMT -6
"Yesterday was a bad day..."
Video Footage: SWW 1998
(A much younger Falcon stands on top of a thirty foot cage, looking down at a prone opponent. He checks his right arm. The cast from his dislocated elbow is pretty much intact. He checks his left arm. The severe laceration from the barbwire is a mangled mess of blood and skin. Either way, if he makes this jump, he will never be the same. He's going to do irreperable damage to one of his arms. He looks out over the crowd. They're standing on their feet, waiting to start the holy **** chant when he does jump. He takes a deep breath, steels his courage, and leaps.)
"People ask me if that was a bad day. If I regretted that. Well, I don't. Sure, I lost that match. Probably because the result of that fall. But that..
Was just another day at the office."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Video Footage: PWW 2004
(Angel and Falcon fighting on a balcony. They trade punches like they want to murder one another. Finally, Angel gets an upper hand and dropkicks Falcon. He stumbles over the rail and falls. Landing on a vendors popcorn cart. The cart shatters into pieces from the impact, causing multiple injuries. Falcon lays motionless, bleeding from half a dozen glass cuts.)
"That? Just another day. Oh sure, it started a long road down which I've been walking. And I'm not sure I've ever recovered from it. But that..
Was a meh day."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Footage: XNeW 2006
(Falcon and Mr. Showtime battle on the top of a ladder. Back and forth the momentum goes, until one punch from Showtime causes Falcons foot to slip off the ladder. Showtime locks him in the suplex position and hoists him over. Showtime falls hard on the canvas. Falcon falls outside the ring, landing hard on the ring steps and bouncing off of them like a rag doll.)
Yeah, that one hurt. In a professional promotion, they spend the extra money to buy equipment with more give, so we don't kill ourselves on it. In the independant scene, no such luck. Eighteen feet down onto a nice pile of steel and rivets. Even then..
That was a decent enough day."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Wednesday
(Falcon stood before a house. It was a colonial, not unlike the house Lisa lived in, but the trim and window shades are a different color. He checked the printout in his hand again. This was the house owned by Lisa's ex husband. He had told himself she would be here. Of course, her car was in the driveway as well. He approached the door, and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, a man answered. He was a big guy, well over six foot, and in remarkable shape. He did not look the least bit happy to see Falcon. He crossed his arms over his chest, but said nothing.)
Falcon: ....Hello.. Is Lisa here?
Jake: Who's calling?
Falcon: Kyle. Kyle Braddock.
Jake: Relation?
Falcon: We're old aquaintances.
Jake: Unfortunately, she stepped out for a moment. I will make sure she knows of your visit. Good day...
(He starts to close the door when Lisas voice calls out from the background.)
Lisa: Who is at the door, honey?
Jake: Nobody..
(He continues to close the door. Falcon puts a hand up and stops the door.)
Jake: What the **** do you think you're doing?
Falcon: ...Let me talk to her.
Jake: She's not here.
Falcon: Don't bull**** me. I heard her. Five minutes, then you can go on your happy lives.
(The man is about to say something, when Lisa appears next to him at the door.)
Lisa: Kyle! How good of you to stop by.
(She slips by her exhusband and out the door. The man glares evily at Falcon, who just stares back blankly. He shuts the door.)
Lisa: What brings you here?
Falcon: I thought we had a dinner date last night. I was wondering what happened.
Lisa: Oh! I'm sorry. It completely slipped my mind.
Falcon: That's alright. I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you. I was worried.
Lisa: I'm sorry to trouble you like that.
Falcon: It's ok. Well, if everything is good, I'm going to get going. I'll talk to you later.
Lisa: Ok. Wait, how did you know I would be here?
Falcon: Oh.. just intuition.
(She laughs.)
Lisa: Right.
(Falcon turned and walked away. She went back inside. He could have sworn before he stepped into his car that he heard angry shouting.)
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Friday
(Falcon sits on the barstool. He had put the finishing touches editing the footage from the Maury skit the other day and broadcast it. Now he was celebrating, or so he told everyone. More than likely he was drowning what little sorrow he had. He was putting the finishing touches on his beer when a familiar face popped up next to him.)
Lisa: Hey! Fancy meeting you here.
(He turned to look into Lisas smiling face as she took the stool next to him.)
Falcon: Hey there. What brings you here?
Lisa: Stopped by to have some drinks with the girls. But they're not here yet.
Falcon: Cool.
Jake: What the **** do you think you're doing?
(Both turn to see Jim stalking towards them. He looks horrendously pissed.)
Jake: You told me you were going to stop by the bar with the girls. And yet, I find you here with this asshole. I knew when he stopped by the other day he was here for something else. Why don't you just go home to whatever little crackhead town you come from?
Falcon: Mother****er I live here...
Lisa: I told you he was an old friend. And yes, I am here to meet the girls, they're just not here yet.
Jake: Bull****. What? The hookers stopped taking your money douchebag? You have to try and weasel your way into someone elses happy life?
(Falcon said nothing. Lisa stood up and faced her ex defiantly.)
Lisa: Kyle is a friend from way back. I will not have you talk to him that way.
Jake: Oh shut it. Go home and wait, your little rendevous trist is over.
Lisa: I will not.. You can't..
(She started to walk towards him, but he shoved her aside.)
Jake: That was always your problem, you never listened..
(Falcon was suddenly in front of the man.)
Falcon: Do not put your hands on her again.
(The man shoved Falcon on the shoulder. Falcon leaned back from the shove, but did not move otherwise.)
Jake: What the hell you going to do about it pussy?
Falcon: I'd advise you against putting your hands on me as well.
(The man shoved him again, a little harder this time.)
Jake: I seen that wrestling **** on TV. You guys are a bunch of bitchy faggots who couldn't hurt a real man.
Falcon: I won't warn you again.
(The man went to shove him a third time. Falcon grabbed the arm, punched the man once in the throat, then slammed his head into the bar. The bartender grabbed a telephone and began to dial the police. Jim went down, but not for long. He started to get up, grabbing onto Falcons shirt as he did.)
Falcon: It doesn't have to continue. Yield now and we can just drop that.
Jake: **** you, pussy..
(He took a swing. Falcon blocked it, wrapped his arm around Jim's and pulled back to dislocate the mans shoulder. He kicked out the mans kneecap which knocked him back to the ground, then let go and let the man fall. Lisa ran to her exs side, apparently despite the fact the man attacked Falcon, her words would tell a different story.)
Lisa: What the **** is wrong with you Kyle?
Falcon: He attacked me.
Lisa: Did you have to beat the **** out of him?
Falcon: What did you want me to do, bake him a cake?
Lisa: You're an asshole! I don't want to see you again!
(Falcon sighed.)
Falcon: Fine. What the **** ever..
(Falcon exited the bar. Just as two cop cars pulled up...)
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"I was detained for a while.. for questioning. I wasn't arrested persay, but it was just as annoying. The entire bar vouched that I was assaulted. Though it was quite disheartening to listen to Lisa rant that I beat up her husband without reason. The police told me that she had filed several complaints of abuse while she was married. So I guess that whole 'abused protects the abuser' spiel in those shelters is true. But you know what..
**** it.
I'm done. No more of this self sacrifice. No longer am I going to go home alone because of some vapid fascination of what I might do to a womans life. I might just find a bottle blonde with an enormous rack, you know.. someone I can flaunt in front of the camera. Who needs to actually talk to the woman you have sex with? Who needs to hold an actual conversation with someone who will clean your house totally nude... ..What the **** am I talking about..?
I need to quit drinking.
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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...Alright.. I'm sober now. So, it's time to once again, tell Sexy Jason that everything he knows his wrong. One, I'm absolutely not scared of you. I crafted that promo to insult the hell out of you and entertain the fans. And I did that. What the hell did you think I was going to do? If I got an actor that looked like you it wouldn't have been funny. I made a complete and utter mockery of everything you stand for. I mean, really. How blind do you have to be not to see any of that. Let me set the record straight for you.. one.. final.. time. You are a complete waste of space. That Wal-mart match was proof. Spike Kane is not god. In fact, it's his job to go on shows like that poor ass excuse for programming and hype up matches like that. Hell, he didn't even say it was a good match. He just said it was crazy. So, once again, your entire point is now invalid. I mean, nobody even watches that show anyway. It might as well be a "Let's stroke Jackhammer off some more" show. Thank you, come again. I'm a better wrestler than you will ever be. I don't have the personality of a brick. And I don't do steroids. I'm sorry to say this, but I am superior to you in every aspect of your life. Call it ego if you want.. but if you think I'm bad.
You should see Steve Awesome.
God I wish you would just realize the truth and quit already. Listening to you talk gives people migraines."
You don't know me
No, You don't know a thing about love
Or life in between
I'm screamin through your door
Leave me tonight
How could you mean that?
She said.
I turned my back
My eyes were red
I don't believe that
She said.
You're out of your mind
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
You turned on me
And left me alone with my fate
Oh I know I bleed myself inside
I can't stop that fight
How could you mean that?
She said.
Oh you turned my eyes so full of red
I don't believe that
She said.
You're out of your mind
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
Why....?
What about those times
You left me alone in the bed?
Well, I didn't mean it
What about those times
You swore you would call
But you didn't?
Well, I didn't mean it
All of those times
You tore me down and said
Well, I didn't mean it
What about those times
You told me you wished you were dead
Well, I did mean it.
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
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Video Footage: SWW 1998
(A much younger Falcon stands on top of a thirty foot cage, looking down at a prone opponent. He checks his right arm. The cast from his dislocated elbow is pretty much intact. He checks his left arm. The severe laceration from the barbwire is a mangled mess of blood and skin. Either way, if he makes this jump, he will never be the same. He's going to do irreperable damage to one of his arms. He looks out over the crowd. They're standing on their feet, waiting to start the holy **** chant when he does jump. He takes a deep breath, steels his courage, and leaps.)
"People ask me if that was a bad day. If I regretted that. Well, I don't. Sure, I lost that match. Probably because the result of that fall. But that..
Was just another day at the office."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Video Footage: PWW 2004
(Angel and Falcon fighting on a balcony. They trade punches like they want to murder one another. Finally, Angel gets an upper hand and dropkicks Falcon. He stumbles over the rail and falls. Landing on a vendors popcorn cart. The cart shatters into pieces from the impact, causing multiple injuries. Falcon lays motionless, bleeding from half a dozen glass cuts.)
"That? Just another day. Oh sure, it started a long road down which I've been walking. And I'm not sure I've ever recovered from it. But that..
Was a meh day."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Footage: XNeW 2006
(Falcon and Mr. Showtime battle on the top of a ladder. Back and forth the momentum goes, until one punch from Showtime causes Falcons foot to slip off the ladder. Showtime locks him in the suplex position and hoists him over. Showtime falls hard on the canvas. Falcon falls outside the ring, landing hard on the ring steps and bouncing off of them like a rag doll.)
Yeah, that one hurt. In a professional promotion, they spend the extra money to buy equipment with more give, so we don't kill ourselves on it. In the independant scene, no such luck. Eighteen feet down onto a nice pile of steel and rivets. Even then..
That was a decent enough day."
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Wednesday
(Falcon stood before a house. It was a colonial, not unlike the house Lisa lived in, but the trim and window shades are a different color. He checked the printout in his hand again. This was the house owned by Lisa's ex husband. He had told himself she would be here. Of course, her car was in the driveway as well. He approached the door, and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, a man answered. He was a big guy, well over six foot, and in remarkable shape. He did not look the least bit happy to see Falcon. He crossed his arms over his chest, but said nothing.)
Falcon: ....Hello.. Is Lisa here?
Jake: Who's calling?
Falcon: Kyle. Kyle Braddock.
Jake: Relation?
Falcon: We're old aquaintances.
Jake: Unfortunately, she stepped out for a moment. I will make sure she knows of your visit. Good day...
(He starts to close the door when Lisas voice calls out from the background.)
Lisa: Who is at the door, honey?
Jake: Nobody..
(He continues to close the door. Falcon puts a hand up and stops the door.)
Jake: What the **** do you think you're doing?
Falcon: ...Let me talk to her.
Jake: She's not here.
Falcon: Don't bull**** me. I heard her. Five minutes, then you can go on your happy lives.
(The man is about to say something, when Lisa appears next to him at the door.)
Lisa: Kyle! How good of you to stop by.
(She slips by her exhusband and out the door. The man glares evily at Falcon, who just stares back blankly. He shuts the door.)
Lisa: What brings you here?
Falcon: I thought we had a dinner date last night. I was wondering what happened.
Lisa: Oh! I'm sorry. It completely slipped my mind.
Falcon: That's alright. I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you. I was worried.
Lisa: I'm sorry to trouble you like that.
Falcon: It's ok. Well, if everything is good, I'm going to get going. I'll talk to you later.
Lisa: Ok. Wait, how did you know I would be here?
Falcon: Oh.. just intuition.
(She laughs.)
Lisa: Right.
(Falcon turned and walked away. She went back inside. He could have sworn before he stepped into his car that he heard angry shouting.)
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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Friday
(Falcon sits on the barstool. He had put the finishing touches editing the footage from the Maury skit the other day and broadcast it. Now he was celebrating, or so he told everyone. More than likely he was drowning what little sorrow he had. He was putting the finishing touches on his beer when a familiar face popped up next to him.)
Lisa: Hey! Fancy meeting you here.
(He turned to look into Lisas smiling face as she took the stool next to him.)
Falcon: Hey there. What brings you here?
Lisa: Stopped by to have some drinks with the girls. But they're not here yet.
Falcon: Cool.
Jake: What the **** do you think you're doing?
(Both turn to see Jim stalking towards them. He looks horrendously pissed.)
Jake: You told me you were going to stop by the bar with the girls. And yet, I find you here with this asshole. I knew when he stopped by the other day he was here for something else. Why don't you just go home to whatever little crackhead town you come from?
Falcon: Mother****er I live here...
Lisa: I told you he was an old friend. And yes, I am here to meet the girls, they're just not here yet.
Jake: Bull****. What? The hookers stopped taking your money douchebag? You have to try and weasel your way into someone elses happy life?
(Falcon said nothing. Lisa stood up and faced her ex defiantly.)
Lisa: Kyle is a friend from way back. I will not have you talk to him that way.
Jake: Oh shut it. Go home and wait, your little rendevous trist is over.
Lisa: I will not.. You can't..
(She started to walk towards him, but he shoved her aside.)
Jake: That was always your problem, you never listened..
(Falcon was suddenly in front of the man.)
Falcon: Do not put your hands on her again.
(The man shoved Falcon on the shoulder. Falcon leaned back from the shove, but did not move otherwise.)
Jake: What the hell you going to do about it pussy?
Falcon: I'd advise you against putting your hands on me as well.
(The man shoved him again, a little harder this time.)
Jake: I seen that wrestling **** on TV. You guys are a bunch of bitchy faggots who couldn't hurt a real man.
Falcon: I won't warn you again.
(The man went to shove him a third time. Falcon grabbed the arm, punched the man once in the throat, then slammed his head into the bar. The bartender grabbed a telephone and began to dial the police. Jim went down, but not for long. He started to get up, grabbing onto Falcons shirt as he did.)
Falcon: It doesn't have to continue. Yield now and we can just drop that.
Jake: **** you, pussy..
(He took a swing. Falcon blocked it, wrapped his arm around Jim's and pulled back to dislocate the mans shoulder. He kicked out the mans kneecap which knocked him back to the ground, then let go and let the man fall. Lisa ran to her exs side, apparently despite the fact the man attacked Falcon, her words would tell a different story.)
Lisa: What the **** is wrong with you Kyle?
Falcon: He attacked me.
Lisa: Did you have to beat the **** out of him?
Falcon: What did you want me to do, bake him a cake?
Lisa: You're an asshole! I don't want to see you again!
(Falcon sighed.)
Falcon: Fine. What the **** ever..
(Falcon exited the bar. Just as two cop cars pulled up...)
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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"I was detained for a while.. for questioning. I wasn't arrested persay, but it was just as annoying. The entire bar vouched that I was assaulted. Though it was quite disheartening to listen to Lisa rant that I beat up her husband without reason. The police told me that she had filed several complaints of abuse while she was married. So I guess that whole 'abused protects the abuser' spiel in those shelters is true. But you know what..
**** it.
I'm done. No more of this self sacrifice. No longer am I going to go home alone because of some vapid fascination of what I might do to a womans life. I might just find a bottle blonde with an enormous rack, you know.. someone I can flaunt in front of the camera. Who needs to actually talk to the woman you have sex with? Who needs to hold an actual conversation with someone who will clean your house totally nude... ..What the **** am I talking about..?
I need to quit drinking.
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"Yesterday was a bad day..."
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...Alright.. I'm sober now. So, it's time to once again, tell Sexy Jason that everything he knows his wrong. One, I'm absolutely not scared of you. I crafted that promo to insult the hell out of you and entertain the fans. And I did that. What the hell did you think I was going to do? If I got an actor that looked like you it wouldn't have been funny. I made a complete and utter mockery of everything you stand for. I mean, really. How blind do you have to be not to see any of that. Let me set the record straight for you.. one.. final.. time. You are a complete waste of space. That Wal-mart match was proof. Spike Kane is not god. In fact, it's his job to go on shows like that poor ass excuse for programming and hype up matches like that. Hell, he didn't even say it was a good match. He just said it was crazy. So, once again, your entire point is now invalid. I mean, nobody even watches that show anyway. It might as well be a "Let's stroke Jackhammer off some more" show. Thank you, come again. I'm a better wrestler than you will ever be. I don't have the personality of a brick. And I don't do steroids. I'm sorry to say this, but I am superior to you in every aspect of your life. Call it ego if you want.. but if you think I'm bad.
You should see Steve Awesome.
God I wish you would just realize the truth and quit already. Listening to you talk gives people migraines."
You don't know me
No, You don't know a thing about love
Or life in between
I'm screamin through your door
Leave me tonight
How could you mean that?
She said.
I turned my back
My eyes were red
I don't believe that
She said.
You're out of your mind
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
You turned on me
And left me alone with my fate
Oh I know I bleed myself inside
I can't stop that fight
How could you mean that?
She said.
Oh you turned my eyes so full of red
I don't believe that
She said.
You're out of your mind
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
Why....?
What about those times
You left me alone in the bed?
Well, I didn't mean it
What about those times
You swore you would call
But you didn't?
Well, I didn't mean it
All of those times
You tore me down and said
Well, I didn't mean it
What about those times
You told me you wished you were dead
Well, I did mean it.
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
I don't know why
All I need
Is someone to save me
I believe
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