Post by JFK on Mar 21, 2009 21:41:11 GMT -6
Central Park New York city, New York. Its late afternoon, the sky clear with a few scattered clouds, people walking around the park kids playing dogs running beggars begging, typical day at Central Park. At a horse draw carriage we can see one of the nCw superstars in this Sundays coliseum main event at Sovereign, the one the only, JFK. He's standing there in a button down thin cotton flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jean washed jeans. He's patting the horse on its head running his hand down its snout with each pat.
"I see Angel has taken a liken to ya young man"
JFK turns his head slowly looking confused. He turns his attention to the old man who runs the carriage as can be told by the black suit he's wearing, along with bottle coke thick glasses.
"S'cuse me?"
"Angel, that's her name"
JFK turns to the horse, which has blinders attached to her head, a small grin cracks across his face.
"She's a butte, Arabian?"
"Indeed she is, and normally she don't let strangers pet her, she must sense somethin aboutcha she likes"
"She might not have a year ago"
"What was that son? Sorry my hearing aint what it used to be."
JFK doesn't say anything he just looks at the horse as he continues to pet her snout. The old man moves closer toward JFK craning his neck forward a bit.
"Where do I know you from boy?"
JFK turns his head smiles and extends his hand.
"James Franklin Karn, New Championship Wrestling."
The old driver shakes his hand. He nods and then as if a light bulb went off over his head the old man perks up, he turns his head and see's the camera man and then looks back to JFK.
"Your filming one of them whatcha call its, promos eh?"
JFK looks at the camera and shrugs.
"Yes, yea I guess I am."
"Well come on then. Let ol’ Willy take ya for a ride around the park while ya do your talkin n stuff."
JFK thinks about it for second, he then motions for the camera to follow.
"What the hell."
JFK makes his way into the carriage he sits in the middle of the bench seat and stretches his arms across the back beam. He watches the park around him for a few moments, and then he speaks without turning his attention.
"Life has a way of sending you reminders of things going on around you. Look at this instance presented to me. I've met a work horse, named Angel, wearing blinders, being told where to go by a nearly blind man clearly well past his prime."
He loses his eyes and turns his head as he opens them once more his hazel eyes pierce the camera.
"Remind you of anyone?"
He grins to himself for a second, not a huge grin; just that sly devils grin he gets from time to time.
"Now Angel, I don't know if you’re going to blindly follow Adam this Sunday, I for one, actually hope you don't, I hope you finally take those blinders off your eyes Angel. And you become the man you once were, a man who was feared, yet respected for what he could do inside that squared circle, because if you don't Angel, you will tarnish your legacy, forever. Do you really want to go home Angel, to your lovely wife, your cute as a button kid, and tell them that their father, husband, is a patsy? That's not the Angel I know, that's not the Angel our fans know, Angel I don't even think that is the Angel YOU know. All I ask of you Angel, is to do the right thing. Nothing more."
"And Burns, before YOU come out and reiterate the same old line of CRAP about how I haven't changed, that I am still the same man I was a year ago, let me beat you to the punch, I'm tired of hearing it, and to be honest as Abe, I don't give a rats ass what you and the rest of the age thinks about me, my brothers, or anyone else in The Resistance. Its tired, and its old, the fans are sick of hearing it, and we all know it’s not true. The George Bush school of thought, that if you repeat a lie enough times the masses will believe it, it doesn't work anymore. We've wised up to that game, the fans have wised up to it. So do us a far, keep ya trap shut."
JFK pauses for a second and takes a gander around the park.
"Adam, you poor soul, don't you see? You just went and proved everything I said be true, the age? It’s a farce, a lie. You don't care about nCw, you don't care about the fans. You only care about your own selfish agenda, as long as Kelly is happy, Adam is happy. I wish I wasn't so protected over El or I'd show you how a HEALTHY relationship works, but I refuse to put my loved ones in harm’s way, esp. when a war is being fought, but I guess that's the huge difference between me and you aint it now Adam?"
He pauses for a second before looking back at the camera.
"I know how to stand up for what's right, and take the consequences like a man. Adam, make no mistake about it, I'd love nothing more then to win this match Sunday, but my main objective, is to make sure you...DON'T. So plot and scheme all you want, because no matter what happens this Sunday, one thing is for certain, I cannot, I WILL NOT...allow...YOU...to win. And if that means I have to become the number one contender to the world title, then so be it. At least then, the fans will have someone they know they can believe in, and not just some princesses whooped Neanderthal who can't think for himself."
JFK pauses again, taking a moment to himself.
"Mikey, AJ, we have our mission this Sunday, this is the war they asked for, this is the fight they've been asking for, this Sunday my brothers, we put it all on the line, we give this fans the show they deserve, and the age the fight of their life’s, no matter the outcome, we have each other’s backs, fight with pride, fight with honor, and the right outcome, will happen."
With that the camera fades out, only to fade in once more to a different scene, JFK standing next to Willy the carriage driver with his arm around the old man’s shoulder.
"And remember folks, the next time you’re in New York, visit good ol Willy here and take a ride with an Angel guiding your way around Central Park"
JFK smiles for a few seconds then starts to laugh shaking old man Willy's hand.
"That should be good right?"
"Thank you so much sonny boy and hey, good luck with that wrestling fight."
JFK grins and nods, then turns to the camera his face completely stone cold.
"I’ll see you boy's Sunday."
We fade out as JFK's eyes pierce the camera one last time.
"I see Angel has taken a liken to ya young man"
JFK turns his head slowly looking confused. He turns his attention to the old man who runs the carriage as can be told by the black suit he's wearing, along with bottle coke thick glasses.
"S'cuse me?"
"Angel, that's her name"
JFK turns to the horse, which has blinders attached to her head, a small grin cracks across his face.
"She's a butte, Arabian?"
"Indeed she is, and normally she don't let strangers pet her, she must sense somethin aboutcha she likes"
"She might not have a year ago"
"What was that son? Sorry my hearing aint what it used to be."
JFK doesn't say anything he just looks at the horse as he continues to pet her snout. The old man moves closer toward JFK craning his neck forward a bit.
"Where do I know you from boy?"
JFK turns his head smiles and extends his hand.
"James Franklin Karn, New Championship Wrestling."
The old driver shakes his hand. He nods and then as if a light bulb went off over his head the old man perks up, he turns his head and see's the camera man and then looks back to JFK.
"Your filming one of them whatcha call its, promos eh?"
JFK looks at the camera and shrugs.
"Yes, yea I guess I am."
"Well come on then. Let ol’ Willy take ya for a ride around the park while ya do your talkin n stuff."
JFK thinks about it for second, he then motions for the camera to follow.
"What the hell."
JFK makes his way into the carriage he sits in the middle of the bench seat and stretches his arms across the back beam. He watches the park around him for a few moments, and then he speaks without turning his attention.
"Life has a way of sending you reminders of things going on around you. Look at this instance presented to me. I've met a work horse, named Angel, wearing blinders, being told where to go by a nearly blind man clearly well past his prime."
He loses his eyes and turns his head as he opens them once more his hazel eyes pierce the camera.
"Remind you of anyone?"
He grins to himself for a second, not a huge grin; just that sly devils grin he gets from time to time.
"Now Angel, I don't know if you’re going to blindly follow Adam this Sunday, I for one, actually hope you don't, I hope you finally take those blinders off your eyes Angel. And you become the man you once were, a man who was feared, yet respected for what he could do inside that squared circle, because if you don't Angel, you will tarnish your legacy, forever. Do you really want to go home Angel, to your lovely wife, your cute as a button kid, and tell them that their father, husband, is a patsy? That's not the Angel I know, that's not the Angel our fans know, Angel I don't even think that is the Angel YOU know. All I ask of you Angel, is to do the right thing. Nothing more."
"And Burns, before YOU come out and reiterate the same old line of CRAP about how I haven't changed, that I am still the same man I was a year ago, let me beat you to the punch, I'm tired of hearing it, and to be honest as Abe, I don't give a rats ass what you and the rest of the age thinks about me, my brothers, or anyone else in The Resistance. Its tired, and its old, the fans are sick of hearing it, and we all know it’s not true. The George Bush school of thought, that if you repeat a lie enough times the masses will believe it, it doesn't work anymore. We've wised up to that game, the fans have wised up to it. So do us a far, keep ya trap shut."
JFK pauses for a second and takes a gander around the park.
"Adam, you poor soul, don't you see? You just went and proved everything I said be true, the age? It’s a farce, a lie. You don't care about nCw, you don't care about the fans. You only care about your own selfish agenda, as long as Kelly is happy, Adam is happy. I wish I wasn't so protected over El or I'd show you how a HEALTHY relationship works, but I refuse to put my loved ones in harm’s way, esp. when a war is being fought, but I guess that's the huge difference between me and you aint it now Adam?"
He pauses for a second before looking back at the camera.
"I know how to stand up for what's right, and take the consequences like a man. Adam, make no mistake about it, I'd love nothing more then to win this match Sunday, but my main objective, is to make sure you...DON'T. So plot and scheme all you want, because no matter what happens this Sunday, one thing is for certain, I cannot, I WILL NOT...allow...YOU...to win. And if that means I have to become the number one contender to the world title, then so be it. At least then, the fans will have someone they know they can believe in, and not just some princesses whooped Neanderthal who can't think for himself."
JFK pauses again, taking a moment to himself.
"Mikey, AJ, we have our mission this Sunday, this is the war they asked for, this is the fight they've been asking for, this Sunday my brothers, we put it all on the line, we give this fans the show they deserve, and the age the fight of their life’s, no matter the outcome, we have each other’s backs, fight with pride, fight with honor, and the right outcome, will happen."
With that the camera fades out, only to fade in once more to a different scene, JFK standing next to Willy the carriage driver with his arm around the old man’s shoulder.
"And remember folks, the next time you’re in New York, visit good ol Willy here and take a ride with an Angel guiding your way around Central Park"
JFK smiles for a few seconds then starts to laugh shaking old man Willy's hand.
"That should be good right?"
"Thank you so much sonny boy and hey, good luck with that wrestling fight."
JFK grins and nods, then turns to the camera his face completely stone cold.
"I’ll see you boy's Sunday."
We fade out as JFK's eyes pierce the camera one last time.
If I had a dime for every time you walked away,I could afford to not give a ****and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeah, and mine are times two
So why not make an about face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes!
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped up inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different
we could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE ****ING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today!
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeah, and mine are times two
So why not make an about face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes!
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped up inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different
we could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE ****ING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today!