Post by Falcon on Apr 19, 2014 23:57:06 GMT
-Way back when-
{Falcon sat, numb, on the loading dock of the arena. He'd just given his retirement speech a few moments ago, and almost lost it a few times walking back out here. No matter what you may think you can handle, you're never really prepared for that kind of showing of support. Times like this he wished he still smoked. A figure sat down next to him.}
Angel: So, the immortal is finally dead.. huh..
Falcon: I suppose in a manner of speaking.
Angel: Guess it had to happen sooner or later.
Falcon: We're not getting any younger.
{A silence hung between them. Falcon stared at the ground, his mind a mist of swirling thoughts. Angel leaned back and looked at the sky, trying to find words. He knew that his friend loved wrestling as much or maybe more so than himself. It was just as hard for him to admit that his career might have been over.}
Angel: No, we aren't.. So, when do you think you'll be back?
Falcon: Not sure there is a coming back from this. Might have been my last hurrah, ever.
{Falcon sighed heavily with regret. Angel looked over at him, then slapped him hard on the shoulder.}
Falcon: ..What gives?
Angel: Who are you and what have you done with Kyle?
Falcon: What are you going on about?
Angel: The Falcon I know would find a way, that's what he does. As long as he could stand, he'd be in that ring. Not this mopey thing I see sitting next to me.
{Falcon grimaced, and shook his head.}
Falcon: Spirit's willing, the rest of me...
Angel: I don't believe that at all. You'll find a way.
Falcon: I wish I had your confidence.
Angel: That's not too difficult, just remember that we're awesome, and everyone else is just mediocre.
Falcon: So, what's it like being humble?
{Angel slapped him on the shoulders again, and stood up.}
Angel: When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Falcon: I won't hold my breath...
Ages ago, in another time, and another place, we stood, side by side, listening to some smarmy dick who called himself God tell us that we were never going to be anything as long as he was around. That because he wished it, he was going to be perched atop the food chain for all time and nothing we did or said would change what he told us was the unerring truth.
It was then we made a promise. A promise that said simply, no matter how big we got, how many championships or fans we had in any number of countries..
We always put in, more than we took out.
We remembered that WE were not bigger than wrestling itself.
For this sport to exist as an entity, you need a counter to the rampant ego. You need someone who is willing to slay the dragons that threaten to choke the life out of a company. Someone like me, who stood up to that other "God" and showed him how wrong he was. Now, that company is defunct, run literally into the ground by that very ego, and then collapsing when we showed them how frail their power really was. Honestly, it hurts me that you'd think anything else was going to happen the moment I see you strutting around on camera and calling yourself "God".
Hell, the savior nickname was something you came up with to save nCw from it's "God". Remember?
You may have convinced Mike it's better to join the devil than be in the line of fire, but you know me, I'm just a glutton for punishment. I live to wrestle, and sitting in a doctors office listening to him spout off the reasons why I can't anymore was easily the hardest thing I've ever been through. Had it been anyone else prancing around like a peacock with it's head up it's ass, I wouldn't have done anything about it.
YOU know better.
People go crazy when I walk into the room, because they know I remember the promise we made. Yea, it's corny, but that's what it is. Everything I've done, has been for a reason, to help wrestling survive the people who slowly drain it's life to feed their egos. Be real for a moment, "head of booking and Imperial champion", and you don't see the problem with this? I can name a dozen men that you'd leap at the chance to kill if they held such power.
But I guess since it's you, it's ok, right?
Spoiler warning, it isn't.
You can say whatever.. that I'm jealous of your success or your power, that I'm just looking for something to do to ease the boredom of retirement. But from you, they just sound like the same tired excuses we used to mock. I came back, because you forgot the one thing that set apart from the rest, and I'm going to remind you, by cutting you back down to size. Not because Verona wants it, or out of some vain attempt to take your spot.
Because it has to be done. Not sure if you've noticed, but I've had conviction in spades my entire career, whether the people considered it good, bad, or indifferent.
If you seriously think that people like you more than they do Simon, you should try looking again. Most of them would sell you out in a second for some scraps from the De Montfort table. He knows it, and you know it.. tread carefully.
Or abandon this silly nonsense altogether, and we can bring down the giant together, like we used to. But you won't, because it will mean admitting you're wrong , one of the few things you can't do, one of the few things that seperate us.
Not even God can kill the Immortal.. but you're welcome to keep trying. Sooner or later, you'll see the err of your ways, as they all do. I simply hope it won't be too late to save you then.
As for Malaki, remember, you're a guest in that ring. Your job is to keep other people out. Try to help him, he'll kill you. Try to help me, I'll kill you. I don't care if every member of your family comes to the ring wearing team Falcon shirts and tries to help me, you will stop them, or you will have a seriously hard road even making it to the anniversary show.
Don't believe me? I don't care. Don't meddle with things beyond your control.
It never works out well for anyone.
{Falcon exhaled slowly, and used his tongue to search the inside of his mouth for loose teeth. That girl could do some damage if she wanted, that he already knew. The silence hung in the air, as the people surrounding him stood there, unsure what to do.}
Fan: Should.. we call somebody?
Falcon: No, that won't be necessary.
Fan: But.. she just hauled off and punched you!
Falcon: I'm a wrestler, not the worst thing that's ever happened.
{Falcon walked away from the throng standing there, dumbfounded. He turned a corner, taking a second to look back and make sure he wasn't followed. Then he drew a small white card from his pocket, the one he was given last week by everyones favorite stripper with a heart of gold. He dialed the number. It answered before the first ring was even finished.}
Jessica: Hey baby, took you long enough. Thought you'd forgotten all about me.
Falcon: No, just need a little.. affirmation, I think.
{The camera turned around to see the card he was holding. In addition to the phone number, was a small phrase. "Call me if that bitch gives you problems."}
Jessica: So, what can I do for you?
Falcon: Just wanted to discuss what this means here. Can we meet somewhere?
Jessica: We can meet anywhere you want baby, just tell me where so I can decide what color panties not to wear.
Falcon: You.. are something else.
Jessica: Tell me something I don't know.
{Falcon sat, numb, on the loading dock of the arena. He'd just given his retirement speech a few moments ago, and almost lost it a few times walking back out here. No matter what you may think you can handle, you're never really prepared for that kind of showing of support. Times like this he wished he still smoked. A figure sat down next to him.}
Angel: So, the immortal is finally dead.. huh..
Falcon: I suppose in a manner of speaking.
Angel: Guess it had to happen sooner or later.
Falcon: We're not getting any younger.
{A silence hung between them. Falcon stared at the ground, his mind a mist of swirling thoughts. Angel leaned back and looked at the sky, trying to find words. He knew that his friend loved wrestling as much or maybe more so than himself. It was just as hard for him to admit that his career might have been over.}
Angel: No, we aren't.. So, when do you think you'll be back?
Falcon: Not sure there is a coming back from this. Might have been my last hurrah, ever.
{Falcon sighed heavily with regret. Angel looked over at him, then slapped him hard on the shoulder.}
Falcon: ..What gives?
Angel: Who are you and what have you done with Kyle?
Falcon: What are you going on about?
Angel: The Falcon I know would find a way, that's what he does. As long as he could stand, he'd be in that ring. Not this mopey thing I see sitting next to me.
{Falcon grimaced, and shook his head.}
Falcon: Spirit's willing, the rest of me...
Angel: I don't believe that at all. You'll find a way.
Falcon: I wish I had your confidence.
Angel: That's not too difficult, just remember that we're awesome, and everyone else is just mediocre.
Falcon: So, what's it like being humble?
{Angel slapped him on the shoulders again, and stood up.}
Angel: When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
Falcon: I won't hold my breath...
Half inch fuse, ready to bite
Never say sorry cuz you've always been right
Tell me I'm lame every Saturday night
Cuz you had too many and you wanna fight.
Ages ago, in another time, and another place, we stood, side by side, listening to some smarmy dick who called himself God tell us that we were never going to be anything as long as he was around. That because he wished it, he was going to be perched atop the food chain for all time and nothing we did or said would change what he told us was the unerring truth.
It was then we made a promise. A promise that said simply, no matter how big we got, how many championships or fans we had in any number of countries..
We always put in, more than we took out.
We remembered that WE were not bigger than wrestling itself.
For this sport to exist as an entity, you need a counter to the rampant ego. You need someone who is willing to slay the dragons that threaten to choke the life out of a company. Someone like me, who stood up to that other "God" and showed him how wrong he was. Now, that company is defunct, run literally into the ground by that very ego, and then collapsing when we showed them how frail their power really was. Honestly, it hurts me that you'd think anything else was going to happen the moment I see you strutting around on camera and calling yourself "God".
Hell, the savior nickname was something you came up with to save nCw from it's "God". Remember?
You may have convinced Mike it's better to join the devil than be in the line of fire, but you know me, I'm just a glutton for punishment. I live to wrestle, and sitting in a doctors office listening to him spout off the reasons why I can't anymore was easily the hardest thing I've ever been through. Had it been anyone else prancing around like a peacock with it's head up it's ass, I wouldn't have done anything about it.
YOU know better.
People go crazy when I walk into the room, because they know I remember the promise we made. Yea, it's corny, but that's what it is. Everything I've done, has been for a reason, to help wrestling survive the people who slowly drain it's life to feed their egos. Be real for a moment, "head of booking and Imperial champion", and you don't see the problem with this? I can name a dozen men that you'd leap at the chance to kill if they held such power.
But I guess since it's you, it's ok, right?
Spoiler warning, it isn't.
You can say whatever.. that I'm jealous of your success or your power, that I'm just looking for something to do to ease the boredom of retirement. But from you, they just sound like the same tired excuses we used to mock. I came back, because you forgot the one thing that set apart from the rest, and I'm going to remind you, by cutting you back down to size. Not because Verona wants it, or out of some vain attempt to take your spot.
Because it has to be done. Not sure if you've noticed, but I've had conviction in spades my entire career, whether the people considered it good, bad, or indifferent.
If you seriously think that people like you more than they do Simon, you should try looking again. Most of them would sell you out in a second for some scraps from the De Montfort table. He knows it, and you know it.. tread carefully.
Or abandon this silly nonsense altogether, and we can bring down the giant together, like we used to. But you won't, because it will mean admitting you're wrong , one of the few things you can't do, one of the few things that seperate us.
Not even God can kill the Immortal.. but you're welcome to keep trying. Sooner or later, you'll see the err of your ways, as they all do. I simply hope it won't be too late to save you then.
As for Malaki, remember, you're a guest in that ring. Your job is to keep other people out. Try to help him, he'll kill you. Try to help me, I'll kill you. I don't care if every member of your family comes to the ring wearing team Falcon shirts and tries to help me, you will stop them, or you will have a seriously hard road even making it to the anniversary show.
Don't believe me? I don't care. Don't meddle with things beyond your control.
It never works out well for anyone.
All my life, hold my breath
Wonder what trouble is coming next
Hold on tight, through this might
Sing that song cuz you sing it best
La la la la la
{Falcon exhaled slowly, and used his tongue to search the inside of his mouth for loose teeth. That girl could do some damage if she wanted, that he already knew. The silence hung in the air, as the people surrounding him stood there, unsure what to do.}
Fan: Should.. we call somebody?
Falcon: No, that won't be necessary.
Fan: But.. she just hauled off and punched you!
Falcon: I'm a wrestler, not the worst thing that's ever happened.
{Falcon walked away from the throng standing there, dumbfounded. He turned a corner, taking a second to look back and make sure he wasn't followed. Then he drew a small white card from his pocket, the one he was given last week by everyones favorite stripper with a heart of gold. He dialed the number. It answered before the first ring was even finished.}
Jessica: Hey baby, took you long enough. Thought you'd forgotten all about me.
Falcon: No, just need a little.. affirmation, I think.
{The camera turned around to see the card he was holding. In addition to the phone number, was a small phrase. "Call me if that bitch gives you problems."}
Jessica: So, what can I do for you?
Falcon: Just wanted to discuss what this means here. Can we meet somewhere?
Jessica: We can meet anywhere you want baby, just tell me where so I can decide what color panties not to wear.
Falcon: You.. are something else.
Jessica: Tell me something I don't know.
Hey
Love it when you're spitting in my face
The way you scream when you're breaking all my things
Love the way you put me in my place
Don't ever leave me alone
Well howdy there pardner.