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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 30 2007, 09:34 PM (37 Views) | |
| Drake | Jul 30 2007, 09:34 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] A single dose of Drake Love is usually more than enough to sate anyone’s appetite for the man, if there really ever was a call for him to blather on needlessly in the first place. However the faithful fans of Full Intensity Wrestling have the lamentable gift of bearing though another atrocious finely spun web of nonsense presented in an elegant but loquacious fashion that can simply bore a man to tears. We are returned to the site of the previous crime against the hearing as we open up in the same dusty theatre as before. The blood rusted crimson colored curtains are still suspended by a simple rope cord to either side of the generously sized dais. The single folding chair appears to have never moved at all from the center stage although this second go around presents us with one prominent difference. There is no Drake Love sitting in the chair. If you fans were hoping that maybe he decided not to burden you with a finely chilled serving of wearisome absurdity then I am afraid I have bad news. Always one for theatrics anyways, the setting only seems to bolster his bad taste for over dramatizing things this week. His deep baritone voice rings out though the empty theatre while he still remains cloaked in the shadows. Drake: So here I sit waiting for a chance to work my muscles once again inside the confines of a different sort of stage. I have been biding my time for far too long and now that the time to come back is nearly upon me I can hardly contain my elation at the possible carnage I will be allowed to inflict. Seeing as how the world has never heard a single word from that foolish Neanderthal they call Dragon, I suppose I am left with responding to the only man that is still stupid enough to let my name reach his lips. Ethan Adams spouts all sorts of dissonant propaganda regarding his new rise to the lead in our show. Now he babbled about this and then let his tongue flow out a river of pure crap trying to advocate wearing a title he knows belongs to me. Silence fills the empty hall as Drake’s booming voice falls quiet. As if being dark and deary wasn’t bad enough, now it is silent. You know if you think about it, if Drake was simply going to talk from the shadows, it would have cost him a lot less to have simply just spoken over a black screen. The immense auditorium must have cost Drake a tremendous amount of denero. Drake: Like a brain damaged chimp you speak on things of which you have real grasp or understanding of. You talk about Elrick and use the word fear to be associated with such a fool? Elrick like you my boy was nothing more than a mere pawn in the grand game of chess. I moved him around the board at my whim just as I have already begun to put you into place around this checkered board of life. I could less about that miserable toad or the trauma I inflicted on his family. I hear that they are still requiring therapy. How quaint of them. You see though Ethan Adams, as you go into the ring with Elrick at Revolt know that I will be watching intently. You see boy, everything I do no matter how violent or random is all done with calculated precision. Destroying any semblance of peace that Elrick or his family will ever have again, attacking you last night from the crowd and all the rest, they are all towards the same goal. Now I am sure you are sitting there thinking that I have no idea what I am speaking on. Let me clarify for you. Appearing from the backstage we finally see the appearance of the Mile High Madman. He takes meticulously paced steps as the click of the heel of his boots project around him. Drake stops and turns, placing him behind the chair facing the center crowd. You know if there was an actual crowd that is. Drake: On the surface it would appear that I have made two very rash and illogical choices by waging personal wars against both Elrick and Ethan. That is how the simpletons at home surely perceive my actions. However there is always more going on that you don’t see then what you actually do witness on a stage. Such is this case right here. Elrick and Ethan now seem to have let their rage for me get the better of their descion making capabilities. That can only be expected of such men of lower intellect. However this works well in my favor for you see no matter who emerges out of Revolt next week as champion, I know that they will be foolish enough to try and settle the apparent score I have with both men. So in laymen’s terms for you trailer park hicks watching it means that no matter what I will be getting my FSC shot real soon. And that is exactly why they are the puppets and I the master of the stage. Drake turns away and walks as slowly as before back to the shadows. With not another word said the fans are left with one question. What the hell did Drake need the chair for? |
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