Post by Falcon on Oct 17, 2009 1:13:21 GMT -6
"Well, here it is, the big character development piece. This is where I do a whole bunch of stuff that involves me personally. I know a lot of people don't care for this stuff, Rob in particular, and I respect his views on keeping private lives private, but me, I'm weird like that. It's my airtime, and I'll show you whatever I damn well please. What can I say? I'm a giver. You either care or don't, and if you don't why the hell are you even watching this? It's not like I'm going to do something stupid. Do I look like a Dirty Deal promo to you? I thought not. So, if you want to skip it, just fast forward till you see me on screen."
(A series of still pictures flash by. Different rings in different arenas in different times. Falcon is in all of them, as are other recognizable faces like Angel, Chris Diamond, Talon and Adam Knite. Eventually the pictures get more recent, showing Everyman, Jack Hammond and Xavier Williams. Then the pictures of the Revolution with Burns and Gib when he ran as a Homeless man.)
"People always speculate about me. About my seeming need to run with a group. Wrestling forums have endless posts discussing if I need people around me to be successful, or if I'm just a douchebag with no friends. Column writers in the wrestling magazines always wonder if I'm just a dork with low self esteem who got picked on a lot as a kid. And well, you know what...
There isn't really an answer to all that.
Truth is, I just think I'm a team player. I've never just joined a stable to join a stable. Likewise, I've never refused a friends request for help to further my own ends. I've always championed one cause or another, and mostly it's always been the same one. That's why it still pains me when I open a wrestling magazine and see some jerk off writing the same stupid article.
Falcon: Lackey to Leader.
Can Falcon do anything on his own?
Well, you know what guys... **** you. I don't have anything to prove to anyone anymore. Everything I've earned, I did it myself. If you can't see that, you might as well go play in traffic because you're life will never be productive. You're all just mad that every team I've ever been a part of has been more important than anything you've ever done. The Social Enemies didn't just win the stable war..
We destroyed everyone.
The Revolution.. a very ideal that was bred to fail, had to kill itself because the rest of you idiots refused to do anything. We handed you every advantage, we gave you chance after chance and still..
We had to do all of your work.
And now, it's the same purpose, with new faces, and still.. we reign. We dominated Battlegrounds, and now, we stand ready to do it all again. So be mad, that's all you can do. But remember this.. starting next week, the gloves come off. We've been content to revel in our success so far, but that only lasts so long. Next week, you'll find out there are consequences for your smugness. You'll find the repercussions of your lack of respect. You will find what it's like to be forcefully reminded..
Of what you've Forgotten.
Now back to your regularly scheduled promo."
(Late Friday Night.)
(Falcon sat on a bench, staring at the floor, his chest heaving. He'd been working out all day, all week in fact, banishing the complacency that crept in. He wouldn't become them. He refused. With agonizing slowness, his hands lifted off his knees, and he slowly took the weighted gloves off. They weighed his hands down, slowing his speed, and the more he fought through it, the better he became. Stronger, faster, dangerous. He just let them fall to the floor. Then, he started laughing. A slow chuckle at first, then it grew. Not maniacal, just a hearty laugh, like someone who heard something funny.)
Falcon: You always were a funny guy Steve. I mean el oh el funny. It's downright hilarious to watch you backpeddle away from the truth. I mean, you used to just be good at it, now you're exceptional. Masterful even. Did you see the way the crowd was looking at you? They were hypnotized. They actually believed everything you had to say. Hell, I'm starting to wonder if you actually believed everything you said. I'd like to think I can still tell when you're speaking with real conviction, or maybe you're just a better actor than I gave you credit for. I mean, we're all performers, both in the ring and outside of it. Some fiction, some not, some better at crafting the story than others, but you..
You my friend take the cake.
I didn't create you? I didn't take a Steve Awesome who had everything, and turn him into someone the people admire? Look at your DVD from last year Steven and name me one good thing you did on it. You can't, because you were a dick, all... f&^*^% year. You disregarded your friends to cash in for gold. Then you disregarded the man who helped you do that. You got mad because Lance beat you, so you waited and crippled another man to get what you wanted. Face it Steve, before me, you were an asshole.
And proud of it.
And you have the balls to say to me that the people created you? What people, Steve? The people you cursed and hated every single second of every day of your life? Or the people who booed relentlessly and told you that you sucked? Because from where I'm sitting those people didn't care whether you lived or died. Those people, who sit in front of you doe eyed now, only believe what I made them see. I knew you had it in you, and I brought it out of you. Simple as that. So don't you dare sit there and try to give someone else the credit for my handiwork you ungrateful little pissant.
I'll ruin your face.
Probably the biggest thing you got going for you. You used to be someone. I made you into a real champion. I broke you, and rebuilt you, making you into a better man than I was. That's real, whether you believe it or not. But now, where does that leave us? I moved forward, gathering strength as I went. You... you found a ditched and settled in for a nap. Sure, you beat me twice Steve, and for that I congratulated you. But you of all people should know that I only improve with time. If you haven't figured that out yet, then there's little hope for you after all.
Tough luck kiddo.
Oh, and one more thing...
(Falcon stands up, grabbing the gloves from the ground in one swift motion. He points off camera, the camera pans over to show a television, a wrestling match on it. Awesome has just put Falcon through the announce table with the Egocheck. The commentary rings out.)
Kelly Fox: You think he'll give?
Willy Carter: I'm thinking he's dead.
Steve Awesome: Give up yet?
Falcon: ................ f.. f.. (censored) you..
That doesn't sound like I quit to me, you lying sack of ****...
(Serenity walks into frame, blocking the TV. She stares daggers at Falcon, who's still off to the left.)
Falcon: What?
Serenity: Are you finished?
Falcon: For tonight, yes.
Serenity: Good, get as much sleep as you can.
Falcon: Alright.... why?
Serenity: Tomorrow, I break you.
(Fade.)
(A series of still pictures flash by. Different rings in different arenas in different times. Falcon is in all of them, as are other recognizable faces like Angel, Chris Diamond, Talon and Adam Knite. Eventually the pictures get more recent, showing Everyman, Jack Hammond and Xavier Williams. Then the pictures of the Revolution with Burns and Gib when he ran as a Homeless man.)
"People always speculate about me. About my seeming need to run with a group. Wrestling forums have endless posts discussing if I need people around me to be successful, or if I'm just a douchebag with no friends. Column writers in the wrestling magazines always wonder if I'm just a dork with low self esteem who got picked on a lot as a kid. And well, you know what...
There isn't really an answer to all that.
Truth is, I just think I'm a team player. I've never just joined a stable to join a stable. Likewise, I've never refused a friends request for help to further my own ends. I've always championed one cause or another, and mostly it's always been the same one. That's why it still pains me when I open a wrestling magazine and see some jerk off writing the same stupid article.
Falcon: Lackey to Leader.
Can Falcon do anything on his own?
Well, you know what guys... **** you. I don't have anything to prove to anyone anymore. Everything I've earned, I did it myself. If you can't see that, you might as well go play in traffic because you're life will never be productive. You're all just mad that every team I've ever been a part of has been more important than anything you've ever done. The Social Enemies didn't just win the stable war..
We destroyed everyone.
The Revolution.. a very ideal that was bred to fail, had to kill itself because the rest of you idiots refused to do anything. We handed you every advantage, we gave you chance after chance and still..
We had to do all of your work.
And now, it's the same purpose, with new faces, and still.. we reign. We dominated Battlegrounds, and now, we stand ready to do it all again. So be mad, that's all you can do. But remember this.. starting next week, the gloves come off. We've been content to revel in our success so far, but that only lasts so long. Next week, you'll find out there are consequences for your smugness. You'll find the repercussions of your lack of respect. You will find what it's like to be forcefully reminded..
Of what you've Forgotten.
Now back to your regularly scheduled promo."
We're face to face
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood
Drip from your eyes
Who will survive?
Let's get it on
And we'll FIGHT
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood
Drip from your eyes
Who will survive?
Let's get it on
And we'll FIGHT
(Late Friday Night.)
(Falcon sat on a bench, staring at the floor, his chest heaving. He'd been working out all day, all week in fact, banishing the complacency that crept in. He wouldn't become them. He refused. With agonizing slowness, his hands lifted off his knees, and he slowly took the weighted gloves off. They weighed his hands down, slowing his speed, and the more he fought through it, the better he became. Stronger, faster, dangerous. He just let them fall to the floor. Then, he started laughing. A slow chuckle at first, then it grew. Not maniacal, just a hearty laugh, like someone who heard something funny.)
Falcon: You always were a funny guy Steve. I mean el oh el funny. It's downright hilarious to watch you backpeddle away from the truth. I mean, you used to just be good at it, now you're exceptional. Masterful even. Did you see the way the crowd was looking at you? They were hypnotized. They actually believed everything you had to say. Hell, I'm starting to wonder if you actually believed everything you said. I'd like to think I can still tell when you're speaking with real conviction, or maybe you're just a better actor than I gave you credit for. I mean, we're all performers, both in the ring and outside of it. Some fiction, some not, some better at crafting the story than others, but you..
You my friend take the cake.
I didn't create you? I didn't take a Steve Awesome who had everything, and turn him into someone the people admire? Look at your DVD from last year Steven and name me one good thing you did on it. You can't, because you were a dick, all... f&^*^% year. You disregarded your friends to cash in for gold. Then you disregarded the man who helped you do that. You got mad because Lance beat you, so you waited and crippled another man to get what you wanted. Face it Steve, before me, you were an asshole.
And proud of it.
And you have the balls to say to me that the people created you? What people, Steve? The people you cursed and hated every single second of every day of your life? Or the people who booed relentlessly and told you that you sucked? Because from where I'm sitting those people didn't care whether you lived or died. Those people, who sit in front of you doe eyed now, only believe what I made them see. I knew you had it in you, and I brought it out of you. Simple as that. So don't you dare sit there and try to give someone else the credit for my handiwork you ungrateful little pissant.
I'll ruin your face.
Probably the biggest thing you got going for you. You used to be someone. I made you into a real champion. I broke you, and rebuilt you, making you into a better man than I was. That's real, whether you believe it or not. But now, where does that leave us? I moved forward, gathering strength as I went. You... you found a ditched and settled in for a nap. Sure, you beat me twice Steve, and for that I congratulated you. But you of all people should know that I only improve with time. If you haven't figured that out yet, then there's little hope for you after all.
Tough luck kiddo.
Oh, and one more thing...
(Falcon stands up, grabbing the gloves from the ground in one swift motion. He points off camera, the camera pans over to show a television, a wrestling match on it. Awesome has just put Falcon through the announce table with the Egocheck. The commentary rings out.)
Kelly Fox: You think he'll give?
Willy Carter: I'm thinking he's dead.
Steve Awesome: Give up yet?
Falcon: ................ f.. f.. (censored) you..
That doesn't sound like I quit to me, you lying sack of ****...
(Serenity walks into frame, blocking the TV. She stares daggers at Falcon, who's still off to the left.)
Falcon: What?
Serenity: Are you finished?
Falcon: For tonight, yes.
Serenity: Good, get as much sleep as you can.
Falcon: Alright.... why?
Serenity: Tomorrow, I break you.
(Fade.)
I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm Immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm IMMORTAL
I need the rush
There's nowhere you can hide
Before you die....
I can see the fear that's in your eyes....
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm Immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm IMMORTAL
I need the rush
There's nowhere you can hide
Before you die....
I can see the fear that's in your eyes....