Post by Falcon on Jan 7, 2009 8:41:21 GMT -6
(A black Screen)
"Stupid..."
(A clip rolls by. Falcon jumping off some obscenely high location onto a fallen opponent. The slow motion arc giving way to hundreds of flashbulbs that capture the moment for all eternity.)
"Reckless..."
(Another clip of Falcon braining some random opponent with a chair. Then a trash can. Then a kendo stick. Then a ladder.)
"Irresponsible..."
(Falcon giving many a random opponent the Aerial Spike over the years. Each time, his face is bloody, as is his opponents, and he looks about a half step from collapsing. But each time, he sucks it out and pins.)
(Finally fade in on an actual scene. Falcon is sitting on the roof of the Saddledome in Calgary, home of the Flames, smoking. Man, even in Canada you have to hide yourself away to smoke. Or maybe he just likes being an emo douche and everything. I don't know.)
Falcon: "Ressurect the Ancient Evil, and Destroy it. I will become the Horror and the Hope." Sounds affluent doesn't it? Purposeful, determined.. no? That was what we intended you know. We didn't do all the "evil" things we've done for our own benefit. We did them for you, and we still do, even if you don't see it. You think that we do this just to have our names out there, just so that you know who we are. You scream back that you already know who we are, we don't need to do this, and then you break down, asking us why, why we had to betray your trust as fans for what you believe is a small minded purpose. When in fact all we asked was for you to get behind someone else. Make them stop us. Make them restore the hope that you once had, because it's lost. So please, cheer for Frostbyte, Sexy Jason, Jimmy Zane, and Trent Helms this weekend. Make sure they know you want them to win. And maybe, we'll become one step closer from turning our horror, into our hope. The Resistance is falling apart...
Don't let it die.
Not now... when we're so close..
(Falcon stops his revelry for a moment to take a drag off his cigarette.)
Falcon: "Life is full of complexities. The world is a stage, and we are all but players in the second act." Playing the part of the vengeful hero in this scenario, is one Sexy Jason. A man who has known the very pedastal I stand on, and wishes to remove me from it. If, but for his own sake. This is a man who cares nothing about the state of nCw. Cares nothing for the cancer that rots the very marrow of it's being. But he can strike a win in a decisive battle at Metamorphosis. Without this National title, the powers that be can relugate me back to wrestling in the midcard on Trauma. Perhaps a minor setback, but one we cannot afford. So, you see Jason, I cannot let you have this title at any cost.
Period.
But, I am glad that you are starting to see the error of your ways. You walked around like many of the others. And you would lose matches. Getting beat by not your opponent, but by Sexy Jason. But, even with the attitude change, you still refuse to see the obvious. I've even stated it in plain english why I'm doing, what I'm doing, and you still don't get it. Don't say things for the sake of saying them Jason, you used to do that all the time, and it got you nowhere. You're so close to breaking that shell, don't stop now. I didn't need help to take your title from you, I didn't need help to keep it from Kole, and I certainly didn't need help to beat Xavier Williams. The Revolution never touched him. He made a simple mistake, and turned his entire attention toward them, instead of at me. The only people who don't deserve such frivolties are the Resistance. That is a fact. So please...
Understand.
Before I have to beat it into that thick head of yours.. And on a side note, I'm sorry if Amber loses her job because of this. It is just an unfortunate circumstance. I just hope she doesn't get any ideas about trying to help you to save her career, because we all saw what happened the last time a woman tried to help her man against me.. Didn't we Ace?
(Another drag.)
Falcon: As for the frosty one, you might as well just give up and go home. You have one big guy watching your back. I have two wrestling legends watching mine. If you need his help to defeat Mike Honcho, then you sir, don't have a chance in hell of beating me. But, you're young.. I think, you'll have many more chances for things like this, so don't cry too hard. I mean, I'd hate for you to be at home on Monday eating a gallon of Breyers and ranting "oh poor poor pitiful me" on the phone to your mother while she's trying to watch Deal or No Deal. You also don't care about what's going on, that I can see when I look at you. And don't get any ideas about running and joining the Resistance just to prove me wrong. Believe me, that is not a good career move. So, just do us all a favor, find the nearest sports bar and watch Metamorphosis on TV. It's the best thing for you, that I can say with complete certainty. It's not cold in here..
You're just dying... slowly..
That's a feeling.. I know all too well. But I'm not ready...
.
..
...
....
Not yet...
(Fade on the glowing ember, still much fill of life.)
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You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point
While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all
And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
So you can chant your anthems to the deaf
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
Or we can take our voices with our hands
Make like knives and make demands
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like knives - we'll make demands
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe
With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave
I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret
But I've been busy making scars that you will never forget
If only thirty three years can save my life
I've had twenty three more to make things right
So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
You can clear your mind and dry your tears
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line.
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like knives - we'll make demands
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
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"Stupid..."
(A clip rolls by. Falcon jumping off some obscenely high location onto a fallen opponent. The slow motion arc giving way to hundreds of flashbulbs that capture the moment for all eternity.)
"Reckless..."
(Another clip of Falcon braining some random opponent with a chair. Then a trash can. Then a kendo stick. Then a ladder.)
"Irresponsible..."
(Falcon giving many a random opponent the Aerial Spike over the years. Each time, his face is bloody, as is his opponents, and he looks about a half step from collapsing. But each time, he sucks it out and pins.)
(Finally fade in on an actual scene. Falcon is sitting on the roof of the Saddledome in Calgary, home of the Flames, smoking. Man, even in Canada you have to hide yourself away to smoke. Or maybe he just likes being an emo douche and everything. I don't know.)
Falcon: "Ressurect the Ancient Evil, and Destroy it. I will become the Horror and the Hope." Sounds affluent doesn't it? Purposeful, determined.. no? That was what we intended you know. We didn't do all the "evil" things we've done for our own benefit. We did them for you, and we still do, even if you don't see it. You think that we do this just to have our names out there, just so that you know who we are. You scream back that you already know who we are, we don't need to do this, and then you break down, asking us why, why we had to betray your trust as fans for what you believe is a small minded purpose. When in fact all we asked was for you to get behind someone else. Make them stop us. Make them restore the hope that you once had, because it's lost. So please, cheer for Frostbyte, Sexy Jason, Jimmy Zane, and Trent Helms this weekend. Make sure they know you want them to win. And maybe, we'll become one step closer from turning our horror, into our hope. The Resistance is falling apart...
Don't let it die.
Not now... when we're so close..
(Falcon stops his revelry for a moment to take a drag off his cigarette.)
Falcon: "Life is full of complexities. The world is a stage, and we are all but players in the second act." Playing the part of the vengeful hero in this scenario, is one Sexy Jason. A man who has known the very pedastal I stand on, and wishes to remove me from it. If, but for his own sake. This is a man who cares nothing about the state of nCw. Cares nothing for the cancer that rots the very marrow of it's being. But he can strike a win in a decisive battle at Metamorphosis. Without this National title, the powers that be can relugate me back to wrestling in the midcard on Trauma. Perhaps a minor setback, but one we cannot afford. So, you see Jason, I cannot let you have this title at any cost.
Period.
But, I am glad that you are starting to see the error of your ways. You walked around like many of the others. And you would lose matches. Getting beat by not your opponent, but by Sexy Jason. But, even with the attitude change, you still refuse to see the obvious. I've even stated it in plain english why I'm doing, what I'm doing, and you still don't get it. Don't say things for the sake of saying them Jason, you used to do that all the time, and it got you nowhere. You're so close to breaking that shell, don't stop now. I didn't need help to take your title from you, I didn't need help to keep it from Kole, and I certainly didn't need help to beat Xavier Williams. The Revolution never touched him. He made a simple mistake, and turned his entire attention toward them, instead of at me. The only people who don't deserve such frivolties are the Resistance. That is a fact. So please...
Understand.
Before I have to beat it into that thick head of yours.. And on a side note, I'm sorry if Amber loses her job because of this. It is just an unfortunate circumstance. I just hope she doesn't get any ideas about trying to help you to save her career, because we all saw what happened the last time a woman tried to help her man against me.. Didn't we Ace?
(Another drag.)
Falcon: As for the frosty one, you might as well just give up and go home. You have one big guy watching your back. I have two wrestling legends watching mine. If you need his help to defeat Mike Honcho, then you sir, don't have a chance in hell of beating me. But, you're young.. I think, you'll have many more chances for things like this, so don't cry too hard. I mean, I'd hate for you to be at home on Monday eating a gallon of Breyers and ranting "oh poor poor pitiful me" on the phone to your mother while she's trying to watch Deal or No Deal. You also don't care about what's going on, that I can see when I look at you. And don't get any ideas about running and joining the Resistance just to prove me wrong. Believe me, that is not a good career move. So, just do us all a favor, find the nearest sports bar and watch Metamorphosis on TV. It's the best thing for you, that I can say with complete certainty. It's not cold in here..
You're just dying... slowly..
That's a feeling.. I know all too well. But I'm not ready...
.
..
...
....
Not yet...
(Fade on the glowing ember, still much fill of life.)
-----------------------
You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point
While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all
And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
So you can chant your anthems to the deaf
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
Or we can take our voices with our hands
Make like knives and make demands
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like knives - we'll make demands
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe
With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave
I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret
But I've been busy making scars that you will never forget
If only thirty three years can save my life
I've had twenty three more to make things right
So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
You can clear your mind and dry your tears
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
But I still haven't sung the last line.
On my way down..
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
When I'm taken home - and you're still here
Just clear your mind - dry your tears
We'll take our voices - with our hands
Make like knives - we'll make demands
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
I'm not ready to lay
Not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
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