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| Drake | Mar 25 2008, 10:05 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]VIDEO PROMO[/align] We appear to open up in what looks like a seamy Mexican restaurant of some sort. The tables are littered with baskets of stale tortilla chips and over-processed salsa product. The dim light being emitted on the table is not from a real flame but instead from a cheesy electric replica. The red stain on the windows is beginning to peel away allowing the images of a bustling inner city sidewalk to ruin the ambience of this fiesta. Sitting at the table is Drake Love sitting in a black button up dress shirt undone at the collar. Sitting across from him in a sleek full length burgundy dress is an unknown woman who is gently caressing a glass of what has to be cheap wine in this joint. When the camera approaches the unknown woman nods towards the camera before excusing herself from the table without a word. Drake takes a final bite from his plate of chili rellenos before placing his fork down on the plastic dining ware. Drake wipes his mouth before turning his attention to the camera. Drake: So here we are. The long awaited return of Drake Love to the ring. The world has been trembling at this epic event and the clouds will part to allow the greatest warrior since Hercules himself to return to the arena of the Pantheon. What? Too Ash Koopa for you fans? Yeah I don’t blame you, pouring human feces out of my mouth like that was never my style. We can’t all be insecure crybabies lacking any actual skill or talent though. So how about instead of babbling like a 4 year old girl with a skinned knee I get to the meat of the subject shall I? That beautiful woman from before appears in the camera view again but only briefly. She has a margarita in her hand which she places in front of Drake with a sly smile before gracefully flowing back out of the camera lens. Drake: The point is that I am coming back for one sole reason, because I yearn for the touch of championship gold. So what better for the Career Killer to return than the bright lights of the PPV stage to return to where I properly belong? Now last go around my Flycore Championship match suddenly starting adding random people from every which direction. So because this proved that anyone can seemingly interject themselves into any match. My agent called the FIW management and sure enough Drake Love is now apart of the Anarchy in the UK card. Now I now everyone on the roster is clenching in fear at the concept of having to deal with the MileHigh Madman. Well everyone can take a deep breath, well everyone that is except Blake Orange, Colbert Tottington, Shaun Wilson and Extreme Ninja #2. And of course that spineless goo of gel known as Ash Koopa. Drake takes a sip of that frozen mixture of tequila and margarita mix. It must not be very good by the face Drake makes. He sets the beverage back down and shoves it away. Drake: You claim that there is no fear inside your soul. That you are going to make a name for yourself by taking out the best of the best. While that is a very quaint story, too bad reality is going to have to set in. You may have sucker punched me like a coward that you excel so well at but you know what I excel well at? Smashing people’s teeth all the way down their throats until they are crapping molars for months. A waitress crosses the path of the camera’s view for a brief moment. Drake tries to get her attention, probably to order another drink but she continues on. Shaking his head Drake goes back to addressing the camera. Drake: Now this match seems so perfect. Well I have no ill will towards Colbert and I don’t know anything about Blakework Orange. But Shaun Wilson and Extreme Ninja? Well there is some serious history that remains unresolved there. And I have returned to put it all at an end and excel up the ladder to my rightful place here in FIW. Because legends are eternal. Drake waves off the cameraman and that strange woman rejoins him at the table as she carefully retakes her shot with the camera fading. |
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