Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 21, 2008 16:09:09 GMT -5
Closing Segment: My Final Hour: Prologue (Credit: FSX)
Everything must come to an end, no matter how illustrious and how magnificent it has been. That statement holds true for the Warfare that everyone around the world has been enjoying thus far tonight, as it does for the prelude to Fallen Heroes. There has been hype for many months now in one form or another, and it is finally about to come full circle in a few short days time. Though the even just witnessed will likely be remembered as a final push of claims for victory and promise at the PPV, it shall also be known for culminating many dreams. If anyone is still in a dream land come Saturday their lives may become a nightmare in the ring, and that would be truly unfortunate for anyone. Still, it is not completely true when it's said that all comes to an end as a big show that all are looking forward too. More often then not it is just the start of things to come, and this should be no different. As dreary eyed and tired individuals are collecting their things in the back and making final preparations for their trip to Mexico, there is one in particular who is making no such move. In fact, this individual has hardly taken a step since he returned from his match moments earlier. That man is Fallen Souls, though the reasons for his current behavior are unknown...
FSX: So it's finally time...
Taking in a deep breathe, Fallen slowly begins to walk away from the entrance are and toward the locker room area, ignoring all of those that make their way by him with each passing moment as he almost appears to be going on a spiritual journey within his mind.
FSX: I can't make any more excuses, right..? I've just gotta get to work and train as hard as I can before the match. Simple as that.
Not truly making any progress toward the back, Fallen begins to shake and tremble with each step that he takes now. Eventually, he is moving so sporadically that he is simply standing in place and breaking down as he acts as if time has simply stopped, moving a hand to lean against the wall as his breathe quickened a bit.
FSX: I'm not ready yet, though...I need more time to come up with a proper strategy and do more last minute training! That's the kind of thing you just can't do on a plane, or in a decrypted motel. I can't leave...but I have to go.
Almost appearing to have a panic attack as the realization that there was nothing left but Fallen Heroes in his future, he seems to grow more pale by the second and seems to break into a cold sweat. Shivering and shaking a bit as he leans more of his weight against the wall, he turns to watch many performers and backstage employees race by him in order to get everything ready to go.
FSX: Why can they just fly along and I can't? That's not fair..I want to do that too. What happened to just going with the flow? Why is change always so sudden...and so hard to understand...
Closing his eyes and looking as if he was about to break down from all the pressure he has gave himself over the past few months, taking on his work much more seriously and distancing himself from the people he cared about in order to make life better for all in the long run. Demanding himself to do all he could to win the rumble that was fast approaching, and demand he reign supreme in a way that was never expected, possibly even never meant of him. It was all so much to comprehend and deal with! He could either break down into a sniveling display of tears and emotion, or slam his fist repeatedly into another person's face until they looked like a pancake. But he didn't want to do either. He wanted to remain cool, and take control!
FSX: Why can't I...? What's wrong with me?! I should be able to hold more say on how I feel then I do! This is ridiculous. I am a sensible person, why can't I?
Pulling himself away from the wall and shaking his head a few times once again, he slapped himself swiftly across the face in order to snap back into reality. There wasn't any time for a nervous breakdown in his schedule if he wanted to keep up with all that was occurring around him! He couldn't just procrastinate and hope for things to work out at the last second!
FSX: No more of this! I'm not just going to crawl into a hole of myself and wait for things to be over again. I'm going to take control and do whatever I can in my power to make things go my way for once. To make the system work for me, and take advantage of all I can! But what first..?
Taking a surge of energy from the denial he held within himself of his own sensitivity to the situation, he began to quickly stride his way down the hallway in search of an answer, not sure what he was looking for but confident that he would find it if he just carried on. Eventually, he did. Spotting the Chairman of the organization in the distance conversing with a few backstage workers, he saw just what he needed to do and just how he needed to do it. Not willing to display any shame of the choice he had just made for himself and his line of action, he quickly walked over to Ginger and tapped his shoulder.
FSX: I need a word with you.
Ginger: Huh..? Later, I don't want to deal with your nonsense right now. Come back when I'm not so busy.
FSX: I'm afraid I don't have the time to spare, and I apologize in advance for this.
Ginger: For wha-- HEY!
Beginning to argue and protest as Fallen took a stern hold of his arm, the Chairman couldn't react before he was pulled quickly away from the individuals he was conversing with and over to a private area. Startled by his actions, Ginger gave Fallen a glare of death as he seemed to demand an explanation for the brash and rude action from the wrestler, before seeing the serious and mellow glance of FSX at the moment. Not used to seeing such a calm sincerity in his eyes, Ginger seems to decide against yelling at him temporarily and allows Fallen the opportunity to say whatever he so direly needed too.
Ginger: Well, go on then! What is it?
FSX: I need you to let me use the arena for the week.
Ginger: ...For what? Your supposed to be on a plane to Mexico to get settled in and ready for Fallen Heroes! I don't care how homey you may find this place, but you've got to go too if you want to be in that damn battle royale you've been complaining about for months.
FSX: I know...I just need a few more days to spend here alone. I need to train in privacy, and this building has all the amenities that I need. Please let me use it.
Left speechless for a moment as Fallen maintained his sincerity and plea for use of the arena, Ginger appeared to actually give the proposal some serious thought before shaking his head and turning to leave.
Ginger: I don't trust what you would do with the place if you were by yourself, Fallen. Just do your training in Mexico.
FSX: Please...don't make me beg you, damn it. I won't do anything to destroy the arena, I just need to use the facilities.
Ginger: Are you really that desprate..? Things aren't that much better here.
FSX: If they are or not isn't really my concern right now, but I know that I need to do the last of my training here. I'm sure of it. So...please..
They both stood their in a silence for a moment as Ginger seemed to think of the situation a moment again. Fallen was acting so strange...but he did seem to mean all that he said. Still, it seemed like such a bother to the Chairman. But if he didn't agree, who knew what sort of protest he may have to endure over the next few months. Shaking his head again for a moment, Ginger turned to face Fallen once again and stared into his eyes for a moment.
Ginger: You know, I would rather you do promotional work for the show. But if you really do need the place so badly...fine. But you damn well better not mess up a thing, and you damn well better be in Mexico by Thursday. If your not by then I swear that I will remove you from the Battle Royale, and fire you so fast you won't know just what happened! Do you understand me?!
FSX: Yes...I do. Thank you.
Ginger: Pfft...Whatever, now leave me be! I have more pressing matters to deal with then your needs!
Allowing the Chairman to make his leave now without speaking another word, Fallen smiled softly and looked up for a moment. He was so proud of himself, if only that he was bold enough to know what he wanted and do what had to be done to get it. He didn't consider such a deal to be politics, and he knew that it was just what he needed..though he still had no idea why he was so sure of this. As he watched several other individuals rush around and try to keep up with their pressing schedules, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall for a moment. He'd wait for them all to leave...then he could get started. Was this just what he needed to ensure his victory at Fallen Heroes? Or will it somehow backfire on him? Either way of it, there is little doubt that this is one of the most anticipated shows of ACW's history, and by far the highest regarded thus far of 2008. Would dreams come true or be shattered that night? Is the world ready for what shock may occur? We'll see soon...I can't wait for Saturday.
Fade out.
End of Show.
Everything must come to an end, no matter how illustrious and how magnificent it has been. That statement holds true for the Warfare that everyone around the world has been enjoying thus far tonight, as it does for the prelude to Fallen Heroes. There has been hype for many months now in one form or another, and it is finally about to come full circle in a few short days time. Though the even just witnessed will likely be remembered as a final push of claims for victory and promise at the PPV, it shall also be known for culminating many dreams. If anyone is still in a dream land come Saturday their lives may become a nightmare in the ring, and that would be truly unfortunate for anyone. Still, it is not completely true when it's said that all comes to an end as a big show that all are looking forward too. More often then not it is just the start of things to come, and this should be no different. As dreary eyed and tired individuals are collecting their things in the back and making final preparations for their trip to Mexico, there is one in particular who is making no such move. In fact, this individual has hardly taken a step since he returned from his match moments earlier. That man is Fallen Souls, though the reasons for his current behavior are unknown...
FSX: So it's finally time...
Taking in a deep breathe, Fallen slowly begins to walk away from the entrance are and toward the locker room area, ignoring all of those that make their way by him with each passing moment as he almost appears to be going on a spiritual journey within his mind.
FSX: I can't make any more excuses, right..? I've just gotta get to work and train as hard as I can before the match. Simple as that.
Not truly making any progress toward the back, Fallen begins to shake and tremble with each step that he takes now. Eventually, he is moving so sporadically that he is simply standing in place and breaking down as he acts as if time has simply stopped, moving a hand to lean against the wall as his breathe quickened a bit.
FSX: I'm not ready yet, though...I need more time to come up with a proper strategy and do more last minute training! That's the kind of thing you just can't do on a plane, or in a decrypted motel. I can't leave...but I have to go.
Almost appearing to have a panic attack as the realization that there was nothing left but Fallen Heroes in his future, he seems to grow more pale by the second and seems to break into a cold sweat. Shivering and shaking a bit as he leans more of his weight against the wall, he turns to watch many performers and backstage employees race by him in order to get everything ready to go.
FSX: Why can they just fly along and I can't? That's not fair..I want to do that too. What happened to just going with the flow? Why is change always so sudden...and so hard to understand...
Closing his eyes and looking as if he was about to break down from all the pressure he has gave himself over the past few months, taking on his work much more seriously and distancing himself from the people he cared about in order to make life better for all in the long run. Demanding himself to do all he could to win the rumble that was fast approaching, and demand he reign supreme in a way that was never expected, possibly even never meant of him. It was all so much to comprehend and deal with! He could either break down into a sniveling display of tears and emotion, or slam his fist repeatedly into another person's face until they looked like a pancake. But he didn't want to do either. He wanted to remain cool, and take control!
FSX: Why can't I...? What's wrong with me?! I should be able to hold more say on how I feel then I do! This is ridiculous. I am a sensible person, why can't I?
Pulling himself away from the wall and shaking his head a few times once again, he slapped himself swiftly across the face in order to snap back into reality. There wasn't any time for a nervous breakdown in his schedule if he wanted to keep up with all that was occurring around him! He couldn't just procrastinate and hope for things to work out at the last second!
FSX: No more of this! I'm not just going to crawl into a hole of myself and wait for things to be over again. I'm going to take control and do whatever I can in my power to make things go my way for once. To make the system work for me, and take advantage of all I can! But what first..?
Taking a surge of energy from the denial he held within himself of his own sensitivity to the situation, he began to quickly stride his way down the hallway in search of an answer, not sure what he was looking for but confident that he would find it if he just carried on. Eventually, he did. Spotting the Chairman of the organization in the distance conversing with a few backstage workers, he saw just what he needed to do and just how he needed to do it. Not willing to display any shame of the choice he had just made for himself and his line of action, he quickly walked over to Ginger and tapped his shoulder.
FSX: I need a word with you.
Ginger: Huh..? Later, I don't want to deal with your nonsense right now. Come back when I'm not so busy.
FSX: I'm afraid I don't have the time to spare, and I apologize in advance for this.
Ginger: For wha-- HEY!
Beginning to argue and protest as Fallen took a stern hold of his arm, the Chairman couldn't react before he was pulled quickly away from the individuals he was conversing with and over to a private area. Startled by his actions, Ginger gave Fallen a glare of death as he seemed to demand an explanation for the brash and rude action from the wrestler, before seeing the serious and mellow glance of FSX at the moment. Not used to seeing such a calm sincerity in his eyes, Ginger seems to decide against yelling at him temporarily and allows Fallen the opportunity to say whatever he so direly needed too.
Ginger: Well, go on then! What is it?
FSX: I need you to let me use the arena for the week.
Ginger: ...For what? Your supposed to be on a plane to Mexico to get settled in and ready for Fallen Heroes! I don't care how homey you may find this place, but you've got to go too if you want to be in that damn battle royale you've been complaining about for months.
FSX: I know...I just need a few more days to spend here alone. I need to train in privacy, and this building has all the amenities that I need. Please let me use it.
Left speechless for a moment as Fallen maintained his sincerity and plea for use of the arena, Ginger appeared to actually give the proposal some serious thought before shaking his head and turning to leave.
Ginger: I don't trust what you would do with the place if you were by yourself, Fallen. Just do your training in Mexico.
FSX: Please...don't make me beg you, damn it. I won't do anything to destroy the arena, I just need to use the facilities.
Ginger: Are you really that desprate..? Things aren't that much better here.
FSX: If they are or not isn't really my concern right now, but I know that I need to do the last of my training here. I'm sure of it. So...please..
They both stood their in a silence for a moment as Ginger seemed to think of the situation a moment again. Fallen was acting so strange...but he did seem to mean all that he said. Still, it seemed like such a bother to the Chairman. But if he didn't agree, who knew what sort of protest he may have to endure over the next few months. Shaking his head again for a moment, Ginger turned to face Fallen once again and stared into his eyes for a moment.
Ginger: You know, I would rather you do promotional work for the show. But if you really do need the place so badly...fine. But you damn well better not mess up a thing, and you damn well better be in Mexico by Thursday. If your not by then I swear that I will remove you from the Battle Royale, and fire you so fast you won't know just what happened! Do you understand me?!
FSX: Yes...I do. Thank you.
Ginger: Pfft...Whatever, now leave me be! I have more pressing matters to deal with then your needs!
Allowing the Chairman to make his leave now without speaking another word, Fallen smiled softly and looked up for a moment. He was so proud of himself, if only that he was bold enough to know what he wanted and do what had to be done to get it. He didn't consider such a deal to be politics, and he knew that it was just what he needed..though he still had no idea why he was so sure of this. As he watched several other individuals rush around and try to keep up with their pressing schedules, he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall for a moment. He'd wait for them all to leave...then he could get started. Was this just what he needed to ensure his victory at Fallen Heroes? Or will it somehow backfire on him? Either way of it, there is little doubt that this is one of the most anticipated shows of ACW's history, and by far the highest regarded thus far of 2008. Would dreams come true or be shattered that night? Is the world ready for what shock may occur? We'll see soon...I can't wait for Saturday.
Fade out.
End of Show.