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A Twisted Stage Of Truth and Sorrow
Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 09:44 AM (44 Views)
Drake
Drake Love
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The scene opens up to a theater stage. A single spotlight envolps the center of the wooden performance display as the seats lay barren to the world. The deep majestic shaded colors of the crimson curtains seem contained as they are drawn back revealing the inner core of the architectural design of the artistic soul. A single wooden chair sits perfectly center on a very shallowly and emphatically empty stage. Sitting with his head held low is a man bathing in the bright glow of the wattage provided from the light above in the rafters. The man raises his head in that slow almost cliche hero style manner and the eyes of the beast reveal the hungry enraged soul of one Drake Love.

Drake: I have always said that the FIW was a spiderweb of dancing souls flickering around in a world of drama and war. We are nothing but mere puppets in this world we reside in I suppose. Ethan Adams, you are one such puppet. You think that last night was a milestone in your life, a chance to break though the glass ceiling if it were. However the harsh reality is that you are nothing more than a place holder. A simple oversight in the cosmic chain of events that was only brought on by the fact that I was recovering from surgery. But the Milehigh Madman is back Ethan. And I want a title that I should have won months ago. My war started with Elrick, it shall end with you.

A simple pause is the only break we have from the flurry of over-pronounced words. No fancy actions, no symbolic movements, nothing but silence. It is a surprisingly effective tool in such a large empty space. The moment however passes as Drake continues on in his rambling speech.

Drake: Like a patient hunter I waited in the woods of human trees. They have about as much charisma as a hunk of dead wood these fans of yours so there really was no difference in the end. And with knowing eyes I observed every movement inside that ring, every action you took, every reaction that was sent down your spine, every breath and every drop of sweat was marked and noted. Then when the time came and it was you of all those fools that emerged with my prize; yes, it was then time for me to strike. You never thought that the true danger that you had in your future lay not in that ring but in the sea of fools and imbeciles that cheered your name like sheep.

Drake pulls a remote from his pocket and hits a button that sends a very large screen down behind him. Another click from the remote and a video begins the flicker on the screen. The lights dim down and the spotlight cuts off.

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Ethan leaps to his feet, jumping up in celebration! Michaela brings the championship belt over to him and Ethan snatches it out of her hands! He hugs it close to his body, staring down into the shiny plate. He holds his arm out towards Michaela and commands her to raise his hand in victory… which she does.

JH: Ethan Adams has achieved his quest for the Fighting Spirit Championship! He made Liam tap out! He slew the giant!

CM: You’re damn right he did! Now THAT is someone to call a CHAMPION!

The new champion rolls from the ring and leans back against the apron with a self-satisfied smile on his face while hugging the championship belt like it’s his best friend. He then takes a stroll around the ringside area, basking in his victory… until a fan leaps over the guard rail and tackles him!

CL: Holy shit! A fan just jumped the barricade!

Security comes out of the woodwork like the secret service and drag the fan off of Ethan Adams, who scrambles back against the ring with a look of shock on his face. But the fan breaks free from the security and jumps on Ethan again, only to get pulled back off.

JH: Heh, obviously not everyone is happy to see Ethan win the championship. But up next we’ve got--

CL: That fan is fuckin’ pissed! Look at him go!

CM: Security can barely hold him back!

JH: Anything can happen when you’re live, folks. It’s why we’ve got security. Let’s move on now to--

Ethan pushes himself up and attacks the fan in a fit of rage, nailing security and the fan with wild fists! The security is torn between pulling Ethan off the fan, and pulling the fan off of Ethan! Ethan breaks free from the security and with a vicious roar tackles the fan and the horde of security holding him back!

CM: JESUS! Ethan Adams just lunged at the fan! He’s beating the shit out of him!

CL: What the fuck?! Is this mark a plant or has Ethan Adams lost it!

JH: Christ! Security now having to pull a WRESTLER off of a FAN!

Security grabs a hold of Ethan, taking all five of them to pull Ethan back! All the while Ethan is clawing at the fan! He refuses to let go, pulling the fan’s hooded sweatshirt off in the process!

CL: Look at him! He’s snapped on this fan!

JH: Wait a minute! That’s not a fan!

CM: HOLY SHIT! It’s DRAKE LOVE!

Security is finally able to pull Ethan back, thanks to the stunned look on his face halting anymore attack. Ethan’s shocked, the fans are shocked, the commentators are shocked but thankfully security uses that to their advantage and finally gets the two pull apart.

CL: He’s a plant! Where the fuck is the info on that?!

JH: There is no info! I have nothing on Drake Love being here tonight!


The screen rolls up as soon as the film becomes frozen in time. The side light turn back on to provide support for the returning central spotlight.

Drake: But Ethan’s time will come soon enough. This week it appears that the proverbial door mat of FIW has been placed at my feet in order for the powers that be to observe my capabalites inside the ring and assure all those concerned with Drake Love’s recovery that in fact the true Career Killer is without ring rust. Or perhaps they really do hate Dragon just that much in the end. Either way none of the intentions set forth by those of the almighty really concern me. My only care going into this lusterless massacre is to fufill my place in the role set forth in this preposterous display. What is said role you potato chip grubbing little man might ask? I am to play the executioner in this theatrical performance. And this is a guise which I am most proficient at enacting. I shall see you at Revolt Dragon and when the time comes for the final act, I ensure you Ethan Adams you shall be center stage.

The spotlight cuts off and the rest of the lights follow suit. We are left in darkness as we here Drake laughing in the back.
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