Post by Falcon on May 28, 2009 17:50:01 GMT -6
"Finally..
After all the garbage, all the taunts from the darkness, all the bruises I got when the lights were out, it's time. Time to settle this. Time for the Pale Horse to walk out to that ring, face me like a man, and get whats coming to him. Granted, I'm not a saint. I can't sit here and tell you that I've never done anything wrong to anyone, but if you want vengeance, come get it. Don't hide behind someone else's paint. Don't sit in a dark room, watching me get up after you attacked me while the lights were out, playing your little Windows Movie Maker videos and laughing like you accomplished something. Twice you took me down horsie, but I'm still standing here.
Waiting.
Waiting for you to show your stupid clown face, waiting for you to stop whining from the blackness of your emotional void and stand across from me with your accusatory finger pointed in my direction, and tell me what I must pay for. But, I don't think you will. I think you figured I would crumble, you figured I would lay down and beg you for forgiveness, and when I didn't, you panicked. You didn't know what to do, so you sat back, waiting for another opportunity to attack me out of the dark. Even bringing Xavier into the mix for no real reason. And well..
Time to pay the penalty.
Can you afford it?"
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Chapter 18 - Priorities
(Chris Diamond sat at his desk in the headquarters of New Championship Wrestling. The speaker button on his desk phone lit, throwing a baseball up in the air, he looked like the picture perfect of relaxation.)
Diamond: So.. what color panties you have on?
Girl: How do you know I'm wearing any..?
Diamond: Oh you dirty...
(The door opens, and Falcon waltzes in. He walks over to the desk, about to say something. Diamond just stares at him. Then the girl on the phone starts speaking again.)
Girl: You know it baby. So when you gonna pick me up?
(Falcon looks down at the phone, then reaches for the button to hang up the phone.)
Falcon: He's going to have to call you back darlin.
Girl: Kyle..? Is that you?
(Falcon quickly presses the button. Diamond looks at him.)
Diamond: How do you..?
Falcon: Oh come on, she was the biggest Social Enemies groupie in the Universe. But you and I need to talk.
Diamond: You... need to learn to start knocking, or else I might decide to kick your ass again.
Falcon: As fun as that sounds, you're neck couldn't handle it and you know it. But I'm not here to pick a fight, I need you to do something for me.
Diamond: I might, if I feel like it.
Falcon: I need you to guarantee me that this Pale Horse idiot is going to show up.
Diamond: I would, if I knew who it was.
Falcon: You and I both know who it is.
Diamond: Yes, but you and I are still only pretty sure. Can't guarantee you anything, until I'm sure myself.
Falcon: Well, fine. But Sampson signed the deal, he has to know. Get the contract from him, find out who signed it, and you make sure that son of a bitch is in the ring come Reborn.
Diamond: All well and good buddy, but how?
Falcon: I don't know, threaten to fire him or something. Tell him if he doesn't show up, you'll tell me who it is, and then..
I will find him..
Diamond: (pause) I'll see what I can do.
Falcon: Thanks Chris.
Diamond: That's what I'm here for. Now, if you'll excuse me.
(Chris picks up the phone and starts dialing.)
Falcon: Yeah yeah yeah, tell her I said.. Hi.. or something.
(Falcon exits the room.)
Diamond: Hey baby, yeah.. I'm back..
(Fin.)
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Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Now Look who's coming
Yea, Look who's back
We dropped the bombshell, straight to the track
A 21st Century KILLING MACHINE
Burnt on the inside
A Five headed team
Now I'm not the same, Cuz you're not the same
You're not the same, Cuz I'm not the same
We're not the same, we'll never be the same
We just wanna survive
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Now you wanna save us?
You want it all
And you want to transmit
Cuz you want the call
You are the one who made the Worlds Collide
But since that has happened
We fear what's inside
I'm not the same...
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
After all the garbage, all the taunts from the darkness, all the bruises I got when the lights were out, it's time. Time to settle this. Time for the Pale Horse to walk out to that ring, face me like a man, and get whats coming to him. Granted, I'm not a saint. I can't sit here and tell you that I've never done anything wrong to anyone, but if you want vengeance, come get it. Don't hide behind someone else's paint. Don't sit in a dark room, watching me get up after you attacked me while the lights were out, playing your little Windows Movie Maker videos and laughing like you accomplished something. Twice you took me down horsie, but I'm still standing here.
Waiting.
Waiting for you to show your stupid clown face, waiting for you to stop whining from the blackness of your emotional void and stand across from me with your accusatory finger pointed in my direction, and tell me what I must pay for. But, I don't think you will. I think you figured I would crumble, you figured I would lay down and beg you for forgiveness, and when I didn't, you panicked. You didn't know what to do, so you sat back, waiting for another opportunity to attack me out of the dark. Even bringing Xavier into the mix for no real reason. And well..
Time to pay the penalty.
Can you afford it?"
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Chapter 18 - Priorities
(Chris Diamond sat at his desk in the headquarters of New Championship Wrestling. The speaker button on his desk phone lit, throwing a baseball up in the air, he looked like the picture perfect of relaxation.)
Diamond: So.. what color panties you have on?
Girl: How do you know I'm wearing any..?
Diamond: Oh you dirty...
(The door opens, and Falcon waltzes in. He walks over to the desk, about to say something. Diamond just stares at him. Then the girl on the phone starts speaking again.)
Girl: You know it baby. So when you gonna pick me up?
(Falcon looks down at the phone, then reaches for the button to hang up the phone.)
Falcon: He's going to have to call you back darlin.
Girl: Kyle..? Is that you?
(Falcon quickly presses the button. Diamond looks at him.)
Diamond: How do you..?
Falcon: Oh come on, she was the biggest Social Enemies groupie in the Universe. But you and I need to talk.
Diamond: You... need to learn to start knocking, or else I might decide to kick your ass again.
Falcon: As fun as that sounds, you're neck couldn't handle it and you know it. But I'm not here to pick a fight, I need you to do something for me.
Diamond: I might, if I feel like it.
Falcon: I need you to guarantee me that this Pale Horse idiot is going to show up.
Diamond: I would, if I knew who it was.
Falcon: You and I both know who it is.
Diamond: Yes, but you and I are still only pretty sure. Can't guarantee you anything, until I'm sure myself.
Falcon: Well, fine. But Sampson signed the deal, he has to know. Get the contract from him, find out who signed it, and you make sure that son of a bitch is in the ring come Reborn.
Diamond: All well and good buddy, but how?
Falcon: I don't know, threaten to fire him or something. Tell him if he doesn't show up, you'll tell me who it is, and then..
I will find him..
Diamond: (pause) I'll see what I can do.
Falcon: Thanks Chris.
Diamond: That's what I'm here for. Now, if you'll excuse me.
(Chris picks up the phone and starts dialing.)
Falcon: Yeah yeah yeah, tell her I said.. Hi.. or something.
(Falcon exits the room.)
Diamond: Hey baby, yeah.. I'm back..
(Fin.)
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Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Now Look who's coming
Yea, Look who's back
We dropped the bombshell, straight to the track
A 21st Century KILLING MACHINE
Burnt on the inside
A Five headed team
Now I'm not the same, Cuz you're not the same
You're not the same, Cuz I'm not the same
We're not the same, we'll never be the same
We just wanna survive
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Now you wanna save us?
You want it all
And you want to transmit
Cuz you want the call
You are the one who made the Worlds Collide
But since that has happened
We fear what's inside
I'm not the same...
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the Bombshell
Get up, Get up
This out of control
Get up, Get up, Get up
Drop the bombshell
Get up, Get up, Get Gone