Post by Falcon on Oct 12, 2009 16:01:04 GMT -6
"Where the hell have you been?"
"I've heard that plenty recently. Seeing as how I haven't been on TV much in.. oh, how long has it been? Two, three weeks now? It's funny how that statement came from both my fans and my detractors, the latter of which the very same people who constantly tell me that I'm nobody important. That nCw would get a long just fine with out me. You know what? That's true. nCw will still be a premium wrestling promotion without Falcon. The company isn't going to go bankrupt if I walk out the door, World title in my hands or not. But before you break your arm patting yourself on the back, ponder this..
Name me one person nCw couldn't survive without.
Every single one of you listening right now, has just thought of a name, or spoken one. My fellow cohorts in the locker room no doubt named themselves, most of them. And every single one of you fans named your fave guy. Well, let me remind you of something.
You're wrong.
All of you. Nobody is so important that an entire business would fail. Not even Leonard. The difference between me and your "hero", or "you" in the wrestlers case, is that I understand this. That's how I've gotten where I am today. I've never complained about being booked on a "lesser" show. I've never whined about not making it into a title match. All I've ever done is walk out in front of this camera, or walk out to that ring, and give you the best performance I could. That's why I'm standing at the top, looking down at all of you. That is why, after a year and a half of five star matches week after week, bleeding on canvas from Boston to Los Angeles, Falcon got the World title match he deserved, and I once again, failed to disapoint.
But lately..
I realized something. It started about the middle of the match I had with Brad Kane. I realized I had become complacent. I had let the sheer fact that I was holding this belt atrophy my resolve. Suddenly I wasn't the man I was the night of Battlegrounds, I had done what many others had. I allowed myself to slack, allowed myself to give into the celebrations and satisfaction, and in the process misplaced what I used to climb that hill in the first place. Halfway through the match with Brad, I was suddenly tired. Suddenly I didn't feel like I had the effort in me to beat him. It wasn't anything special he did. It was all on me. Call that whatever you want, I don't care.
Doesn't change the fact.
So, I took time off, as it were. Hell, I'd earned it, though Chris wasn't too happy about it. And now, I stand, staring at the Road to the Gold winner. Knowing that I need to be myself again, not the reject I had allowed myself to become. Right now, I can't tell you one way or another. But one thing remains clear...
Even a wounded Falcon....
....................Is still a Bird of Prey."
"Well, well, well.. fancy that."
(The scene opened inside Falcons house. He lay on the couch, his feet idly kicking over the side as they were draped across the armrest. In his hands he held several sheets of paper, stapled together. Serenity sat next to him, reading a book and seemingly ignoring both his head in her lap, and the fact it was talking.)
Falcon: Once again, Steve Awesome is after something I have. You know Steve, for a man who keeps claiming to have it all, you certainly knock on a lot of doors to get things. But, that's only par for the course, far be it from me to condemn you for trying to prove you still got it, as it were. I'm just not sure you made the right decision this time. You see, I've been watching you lately, as I'm sure you realized, and what I've begun to see is the same lazy Steve Awesome I remember. You remember him right? He was the one I destroyed. I crippled his soul, obliterated his spirit and annhiliated his drive. I took from him, his "everything". I forced that man to see what really was important. And then, ta-da, the new and improved Steve Awesome 2.0 came back with a vengeance and beat me. After that I felt proud, like a father more or less. I planted a seed, watched it grow, and nutured it to maturation.I watched that seed rally to defeat a monster, tempered with the strength I gave it. And now, look at that seed. That seed has just been moping around, seeking pity without asking.
Pretty sad if you ask me.
Oh don't give me the whole "I've been winning matches" spiel, because that's not the real point. The real point is that you were supposed to keep growing. You were supposed to keep emerging until you became the shining beacon of light, and that was something you weren't up for. It pains me to admit that. But you've just been content with standing in the middle. Set up your little handi cam, make a joke or two, insert witty pop culture reference here and then when Sunday came around put out a half hearted effort that just managed to be enough. I made you better than this Steven, and it breaks my heart to be reduced to this.
Killing my own creation.
Congratulations on winning the Road to the Gold though. I almost have hope for you again, but then I remember the only reason you did it is because there's a big shiney prize waiting at the end. I thought I raised you better than that Steven, I really did. Well, I guess there isn't much left for me to do except..
Kill what I created.
I gave you life Steven Bates, now I'm forced to take it away. Run, Hide, Pray or Suffocate. Whatever you decide, I'm still going to be here. Waiting for you..
(Falcon throws the papers down on the coffee table. The camera follows it. The header of the top page reads "New Championship Wrestling - Contract: Steve Awesome". It's Awesomes old contract, the one with all the million dollar perks, all the high bonus incentives. And right smack in the middle, in big red letters.
VOID
Is that a clear enough point for you?
Fade.)
"I've heard that plenty recently. Seeing as how I haven't been on TV much in.. oh, how long has it been? Two, three weeks now? It's funny how that statement came from both my fans and my detractors, the latter of which the very same people who constantly tell me that I'm nobody important. That nCw would get a long just fine with out me. You know what? That's true. nCw will still be a premium wrestling promotion without Falcon. The company isn't going to go bankrupt if I walk out the door, World title in my hands or not. But before you break your arm patting yourself on the back, ponder this..
Name me one person nCw couldn't survive without.
Every single one of you listening right now, has just thought of a name, or spoken one. My fellow cohorts in the locker room no doubt named themselves, most of them. And every single one of you fans named your fave guy. Well, let me remind you of something.
You're wrong.
All of you. Nobody is so important that an entire business would fail. Not even Leonard. The difference between me and your "hero", or "you" in the wrestlers case, is that I understand this. That's how I've gotten where I am today. I've never complained about being booked on a "lesser" show. I've never whined about not making it into a title match. All I've ever done is walk out in front of this camera, or walk out to that ring, and give you the best performance I could. That's why I'm standing at the top, looking down at all of you. That is why, after a year and a half of five star matches week after week, bleeding on canvas from Boston to Los Angeles, Falcon got the World title match he deserved, and I once again, failed to disapoint.
But lately..
I realized something. It started about the middle of the match I had with Brad Kane. I realized I had become complacent. I had let the sheer fact that I was holding this belt atrophy my resolve. Suddenly I wasn't the man I was the night of Battlegrounds, I had done what many others had. I allowed myself to slack, allowed myself to give into the celebrations and satisfaction, and in the process misplaced what I used to climb that hill in the first place. Halfway through the match with Brad, I was suddenly tired. Suddenly I didn't feel like I had the effort in me to beat him. It wasn't anything special he did. It was all on me. Call that whatever you want, I don't care.
Doesn't change the fact.
So, I took time off, as it were. Hell, I'd earned it, though Chris wasn't too happy about it. And now, I stand, staring at the Road to the Gold winner. Knowing that I need to be myself again, not the reject I had allowed myself to become. Right now, I can't tell you one way or another. But one thing remains clear...
Even a wounded Falcon....
....................Is still a Bird of Prey."
I'm growing so distant
Nothing makes sense to me anymore
I'm learning to resist
Becoming more than you ever were
[/center][/i]Nothing makes sense to me anymore
I'm learning to resist
Becoming more than you ever were
"Well, well, well.. fancy that."
(The scene opened inside Falcons house. He lay on the couch, his feet idly kicking over the side as they were draped across the armrest. In his hands he held several sheets of paper, stapled together. Serenity sat next to him, reading a book and seemingly ignoring both his head in her lap, and the fact it was talking.)
Falcon: Once again, Steve Awesome is after something I have. You know Steve, for a man who keeps claiming to have it all, you certainly knock on a lot of doors to get things. But, that's only par for the course, far be it from me to condemn you for trying to prove you still got it, as it were. I'm just not sure you made the right decision this time. You see, I've been watching you lately, as I'm sure you realized, and what I've begun to see is the same lazy Steve Awesome I remember. You remember him right? He was the one I destroyed. I crippled his soul, obliterated his spirit and annhiliated his drive. I took from him, his "everything". I forced that man to see what really was important. And then, ta-da, the new and improved Steve Awesome 2.0 came back with a vengeance and beat me. After that I felt proud, like a father more or less. I planted a seed, watched it grow, and nutured it to maturation.I watched that seed rally to defeat a monster, tempered with the strength I gave it. And now, look at that seed. That seed has just been moping around, seeking pity without asking.
Pretty sad if you ask me.
Oh don't give me the whole "I've been winning matches" spiel, because that's not the real point. The real point is that you were supposed to keep growing. You were supposed to keep emerging until you became the shining beacon of light, and that was something you weren't up for. It pains me to admit that. But you've just been content with standing in the middle. Set up your little handi cam, make a joke or two, insert witty pop culture reference here and then when Sunday came around put out a half hearted effort that just managed to be enough. I made you better than this Steven, and it breaks my heart to be reduced to this.
Killing my own creation.
Congratulations on winning the Road to the Gold though. I almost have hope for you again, but then I remember the only reason you did it is because there's a big shiney prize waiting at the end. I thought I raised you better than that Steven, I really did. Well, I guess there isn't much left for me to do except..
Kill what I created.
I gave you life Steven Bates, now I'm forced to take it away. Run, Hide, Pray or Suffocate. Whatever you decide, I'm still going to be here. Waiting for you..
(Falcon throws the papers down on the coffee table. The camera follows it. The header of the top page reads "New Championship Wrestling - Contract: Steve Awesome". It's Awesomes old contract, the one with all the million dollar perks, all the high bonus incentives. And right smack in the middle, in big red letters.
VOID
Is that a clear enough point for you?
Fade.)
Projecting all my anger
I can't seem to get this through to you
The walls are closing in
I dare you to walk in my shoes
Can't Explain
What's come over me, Come over me
Can't Explain
Why it's so hard for me
So Hard to See
You're side.
[/center][/i]I can't seem to get this through to you
The walls are closing in
I dare you to walk in my shoes
Can't Explain
What's come over me, Come over me
Can't Explain
Why it's so hard for me
So Hard to See
You're side.