Fresh off of my first victory. Fresh off of brutally attacking that fat, oversized tub of lard Bane Williams. Fresh off of teaching Shawn Hero how to make an impact. How to get noticed.

The thing is, I never really intended to, or set out to, pick up a protege. I intended for Sara and I to dominate the XWF by ourselves. I just see something in this kid. I see some Sean Falcon in Shawn Hero. One day I'll be too damn old to continue on in wrestling while Shawn is young enough to continue the legacy I'm about to build.

He never expected me to come out there and beat down his partner. I urged him on to take part in that attack because I wanted to see if he had the desire, the instinct to viciously assault another competitor for no damn reason other than just because we can.

While he didn't expect that, I didn't expect him to actually follow me when I told him to do so. I didn't expect him to make his exit Wednesday night, by my side. He did. He did, and I knew then he wanted to learn. He wanted to learn how to not only act like an assh*le, but actually BE an assh*le. He wanted someone with life experience to teach him what to react to, when to react to it, and how to react to it.

Now, we're seemingly stuck together whether we wanted to be or not. Myself, I like it. Why not instill my ruthless cunning nature passed down to me by generations of assh*le Sean Falcons. Like I said, after my days are up, Shawn Hero will carry on the Sean Falcon legacy.

This week on Warfare, we team up for the first time. Now I get to see what the kid has. What he doesn't have. What he needs to work on. Etcetera.

I've invited him here to the Steel City. To experience greatness in its purest form from its very roots. I sit in my limousine. Not a cheap, rented one. No way. I own this sh*t! I await his arrival just outside Pittsburgh International Airport. I think the limo would be hard to miss. You don't see many Dodge Charger limos and you don't see man that are decked out in black and yellow. None of those though, have a license plate the says "FALCON 3."




Pretty sweet ride, right?

There's an American Airlines plane coming in for a landing right now. It better be Shawns flight because I'm a little impatient and I'm already getting bored out off my mind waiting for his flight to land. I've only been here for 5 minutes.

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As I arrived at the Pittsburgh International Airport, my mind was still bubbling with the events that occurred at Warfare.

Bane Williams had cost me a win and I wasn’t too happy about that. Granted, I didn’t expect to win anyway because it was Bane. The guy couldn’t beat a blind man tied to the ropes of the ring. I expected to lose, but if there’s one thing that I’ve learned so far in this business, it’s to expect the unexpected. While I expected to lose because of Bane, I didn’t expect the attack on him from Sean Falcon.

I walked down the stairs and searched around. I saw a big yellow limo that just screamed out “Sean Falcon” to me. It was impossible to miss.

As I walked to the limousine, a man stepped out of it, and sure enough it was Sean Falcon.

Sean Falcon. The man who began the assault on Bane Williams that I eventually joined in on. I had a lot of questions for him, but I’m sure I would get my answers soon enough. After all, he personally invited me to the Steel City himself. And after the impact the guy made last night, why would I turn down the offer?

He was like me, but better. As cocky as I am, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not the best. Somehow, I know Sean Falcon will help me be the best. He’s a ruthless motherf****r, and I want that same ruthlessness. It’s obvious that I don’t have it. When he started attacking Bane, I froze.

I froze, and It’s no secret that I hate Banes fat ass with a passion, but why did I freeze? It’s funny. For the first time, I didn’t know what to do. And for the first time in a long time, I put my trust in someone else. Sean Falcon saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. And I see something in him. I don’t know what it is yet, but there’s something about the man that will get me the success I’m looking for. And that’s why I followed him out of the ring.

From the looks of it, he didn’t expect me to follow him. And the funny thing is, I didn’t expect to follow him. He said something though, that really hit me hard. He said what we did, attacking Bane and leaving him a bloody pulp and without his senses, that’s how to make an impact.

It’s like he knew me before we even met. I’m here to make an impact in this business, and I know that Falcon can help me make that impact. I’ve never been under anyone’s wing before, but now I’m under the Falcon’s Wing. As much as I would hate being a “student” or “protégé” of anyone, I actually accept being Falcon’s protégé. Something tells me, he’s really going to show me how to make an impact. And I’m ready to impact XWF’s Wednesday Nights.

I arrived at the Limousine and opened the door. As I sat in the passenger seat, I turned to meet the man who would help me achieve my best in this business. Before anything started though, I had a question, that I hoped I would get a good answer to.


“Why?”


Sean Falcon said nothing but smirked, then laughed as we sped away from the airport...




TO BE CONTINUED...