Post by Falcon on Aug 5, 2009 5:29:11 GMT -6
"A lot of people put too much stake in one event. One thing happens and suddenly they continuously point at it like it's the next sliced bread. There's a large difference between being proud of what you've accomplished and being overbearing. Take for example, Adam. Adam beat me in a wrestling match. That's not completely inconceivable. I've never come out here and stated that I'm the greatest wrestler ever and Adam is worthless. Hell, I've never said anyone one was worthless. Even people like Sexy Jason who hear that alot, didn't hear it from me. The point is, Adam won a wrestling match. It was hard fought, and could have gone either way. But do you think he sees it that way...?
Nooooooo.."
"If you ask him, he'd say that he was just strolling down and facing Hexx for the umpteenth time. I don't care what any of you think of me, but all of you damn well know that I don't just roll over and die. And anyone who says or thinks otherwise is either a liar or an idiot. I don't ask much of you Adam. I never have. But you could at least have had the common ****ing decency to admit you were in a grueling wrestling match against a skilled opponent. I'm not mad that you won. I'm not invincible. I'm pissed off that for all your supposed pride and respect for this business, you'd treat this the way you have. Before all I wanted was a chance. Now, I'm going to take that title from you. Either by a victory..
Or your lifeless corpse.
I'm not even going to address the matter again until Battlegrounds. But you need to know two things...
You haven't stopped me.
And you're not God.
Deal with it.
"Before I get onto Prophet, there's two morons who need to be told what's what. Brock, shut your damn yap. Actually do something before you let my name pass by your tongue again. Who the hell are you to tell me to earn anything? If you got your head out of your own ass for more than a minute you'd realize that all I ever do is earn my priveledges. What I am about, what The Forgotten is about, is making sure our work is recognized. But then, you wouldn't know what being a legend is all about..
Would you..?
And then there's that reject Everyman. Man, how low have you sunk. Then again, you weren't all that up there to begin with. Who the hell are you to tell me you deserve a chance that I've been denied for so long? Wow, Joe, you had a great performance in a ladder match. (slow clap) Let's hand you the title man. You need to grow the hell up. You had a chance, and you didn't win. Get back in the saddle and ride again. Don't go crying to mommy's apon about it. Call Lance. I'm sure he's willing to push you back into the main event. Of course..
Until you blow it again.
Short synapsis toolbags. Don't mention me.. Ever."
"Then there's you Darkie. Man, am I glad to see you. Not a day went by that I didn't think about what it would be like to face you again. You see, a lot of people have always made the assertion that they are going to kill me in some way. But you, you for a half second I almost believed. I looked at you and said, "Man, if there's one guy who actually would murder me in a wrestling ring. This is him." But I sat through all your endless promos about suicide and lonliness and rejection. Hoping that you would have the same feelings I did. Hoping that you would want another chance at the bird who just wouldn't die. Jason impeded our first encounter, and neither one of us felt the full force of the other. But now..
It's just you and me.
I begged nCw management to give me the first crack at Xtreme Champion Dark Prophet. I destroyed your supposed #1 contender in Jackhammer. I gave all the reasons I could. How awesome of a match it would be. How many tickets it would sell on that match alone. All the merchandising numbers. None of that worked. Even demanding it on live TV didn't help. All it got me was shipped off to the National title scene and you destroying the division until Spike ruined that. But I never forgot you Darkie. Oh no. I never for a second thought you were gone forever. When Adam said I had to beat someone to earn a title shot, I was dreading that he'd make me beat Gibs ass all over again. But..
He made my day when he gave me you.
And now, here we are. More than a year later. Back in the same position. Minus the annoying fly that calls itself Sexy. In truth I thought about making this an asylum match, give you a chance to take back ownership of your own match by actually winning one. But the medical staff said that might kill you. So a regular old no limits ladder match it is. Do you remember Prophet? That feeling of elation after you hit Sexy Jason with a shooting star press, only to have it ripped away by me a second later? I'm betting you do. I'm betting your back is twinging right now at the thought.
Isn't it?"
"Do you think you have what it takes to beat me again? Do you have the strength left in your body to outlast me? You can prophesize all you want, but it's not going to help you when that bell rings. I've only gotten stronger as time as run its course.
Have you?
We'll see. Oh, we shall see."
Nooooooo.."
So now you're suffering the fallacy of what you said
When you uncover the depression from where you've tread
Breathe over the glass you wrote on
Swallow all that you waste your throat on
[/color]When you uncover the depression from where you've tread
Breathe over the glass you wrote on
Swallow all that you waste your throat on
"If you ask him, he'd say that he was just strolling down and facing Hexx for the umpteenth time. I don't care what any of you think of me, but all of you damn well know that I don't just roll over and die. And anyone who says or thinks otherwise is either a liar or an idiot. I don't ask much of you Adam. I never have. But you could at least have had the common ****ing decency to admit you were in a grueling wrestling match against a skilled opponent. I'm not mad that you won. I'm not invincible. I'm pissed off that for all your supposed pride and respect for this business, you'd treat this the way you have. Before all I wanted was a chance. Now, I'm going to take that title from you. Either by a victory..
Or your lifeless corpse.
I'm not even going to address the matter again until Battlegrounds. But you need to know two things...
You haven't stopped me.
And you're not God.
Deal with it.
You wear the mark and wave the banner they made with sin
Revealing every single lie that you've been breeding within
Wash over the skin you've broken
Think over the tone you spoke in
Revealing every single lie that you've been breeding within
Wash over the skin you've broken
Think over the tone you spoke in
"Before I get onto Prophet, there's two morons who need to be told what's what. Brock, shut your damn yap. Actually do something before you let my name pass by your tongue again. Who the hell are you to tell me to earn anything? If you got your head out of your own ass for more than a minute you'd realize that all I ever do is earn my priveledges. What I am about, what The Forgotten is about, is making sure our work is recognized. But then, you wouldn't know what being a legend is all about..
Would you..?
And then there's that reject Everyman. Man, how low have you sunk. Then again, you weren't all that up there to begin with. Who the hell are you to tell me you deserve a chance that I've been denied for so long? Wow, Joe, you had a great performance in a ladder match. (slow clap) Let's hand you the title man. You need to grow the hell up. You had a chance, and you didn't win. Get back in the saddle and ride again. Don't go crying to mommy's apon about it. Call Lance. I'm sure he's willing to push you back into the main event. Of course..
Until you blow it again.
Short synapsis toolbags. Don't mention me.. Ever."
So lost in your afflictions, Solemn comfort of your grave
If you close your eyes the light can't take it away
So lost in your addictions, Solemn comfort of your grave
If you close your eyes the light can't take it away
[/center]If you close your eyes the light can't take it away
So lost in your addictions, Solemn comfort of your grave
If you close your eyes the light can't take it away
"Then there's you Darkie. Man, am I glad to see you. Not a day went by that I didn't think about what it would be like to face you again. You see, a lot of people have always made the assertion that they are going to kill me in some way. But you, you for a half second I almost believed. I looked at you and said, "Man, if there's one guy who actually would murder me in a wrestling ring. This is him." But I sat through all your endless promos about suicide and lonliness and rejection. Hoping that you would have the same feelings I did. Hoping that you would want another chance at the bird who just wouldn't die. Jason impeded our first encounter, and neither one of us felt the full force of the other. But now..
It's just you and me.
I begged nCw management to give me the first crack at Xtreme Champion Dark Prophet. I destroyed your supposed #1 contender in Jackhammer. I gave all the reasons I could. How awesome of a match it would be. How many tickets it would sell on that match alone. All the merchandising numbers. None of that worked. Even demanding it on live TV didn't help. All it got me was shipped off to the National title scene and you destroying the division until Spike ruined that. But I never forgot you Darkie. Oh no. I never for a second thought you were gone forever. When Adam said I had to beat someone to earn a title shot, I was dreading that he'd make me beat Gibs ass all over again. But..
He made my day when he gave me you.
And now, here we are. More than a year later. Back in the same position. Minus the annoying fly that calls itself Sexy. In truth I thought about making this an asylum match, give you a chance to take back ownership of your own match by actually winning one. But the medical staff said that might kill you. So a regular old no limits ladder match it is. Do you remember Prophet? That feeling of elation after you hit Sexy Jason with a shooting star press, only to have it ripped away by me a second later? I'm betting you do. I'm betting your back is twinging right now at the thought.
Isn't it?"
Not I - I won't conform to what I see in you
Not I - I won't surrender what I am
Not I - And even if it was a part of me
I'll never be the same again
[/color]Not I - I won't surrender what I am
Not I - And even if it was a part of me
I'll never be the same again
"Do you think you have what it takes to beat me again? Do you have the strength left in your body to outlast me? You can prophesize all you want, but it's not going to help you when that bell rings. I've only gotten stronger as time as run its course.
Have you?
We'll see. Oh, we shall see."
Reach back behind your pride
Pull the thorn from the burning pain in your side
Sing me a new song
A broken song of redemption and regret
Sing me a new song
And beg for all the mercy you can get
[/color]Pull the thorn from the burning pain in your side
Sing me a new song
A broken song of redemption and regret
Sing me a new song
And beg for all the mercy you can get