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Re: Ep 6: The Pack; I can do Buffy Titles too
Topic Started: Feb 12 2009, 06:01 PM (43 Views)
Drake
Drake Love
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You know those really seedy bars? The ones with the bright neon signs that always have at least one letter burned out or flickering? The ten year old bar signs still hanging in the tinted windows, some possibly littered with bullet holes? Well that is where we find ourselves for this scene. But you may ask, Drake is a recovering alcoholic, why would the setting of his segment be set here? Well nobody quite knows anything from a simple view of the interior of the bar, but perhaps he will inform us as we go on.

Disgruntled lower and middle class working folks all mingle about, trying to drink away their miserable lives or perhaps they are searching for a solution to their erroneous ways at the bottom of their beer mug. Several waitresses flutter about slinging trays of drinks around, the fade of beauty apparent on their faces. Surely they were attractive three illegitimate children ago but time has not been kind on their figures.

That cheap dollar juke box keeps churning out hits from the early nineties that remind people of better days or at least what they have now rewritten in their heads to have been. Sitting on a cheap wood paneled chair by the quarter pool table is none other than one Drake Love, again very out of place considering his new lifestyle. He appears to at least be drinking a soda of some sort, made apparent by the giant red plastic cup used to mark the difference for children and such. As the cameraman approaches the Undisputed International Champion, Drake holds up a hand to a group of people presumably his friends, and heads over to a secluded corner near that dear hunter video game.


Drake: So before we even begin, I am going to just get to the main subject on everyone’s mind. Not the fact that a recovering drunk is hanging out at a bar, no I am afraid there is nothing of interest to that tale. Instead I will go right at the issue that got most of you to turn on your TV or little computerized video player to see what I had to say. The issue of a chick called Sean and his new found buddy, the steel chair. Now in case you missed it, our story last time ended with this girl named Sean. Sean was a punk bitch like any other, scared to be a real man and as such needed to be surrounded by friends at all times. Well one such friend was old reliable, Mister Chair and Sean was kind enough to introduce good ole’ Mister Chair to yours truly at Nensai Senjou.

As Drake recounts the events of last Sunday, he also gingerly rubs the back of his skull as clearly his body remembers the events as well.

Drake: Now many a person has made a claim that the only reason Sean hit me with a chair was the simple well known fact that he couldn’t defeat me for the Undisputed International Championship. That Sean was a spineless coward who felt defeat creeping towards him and instead of taking the beating like the good bitch he is, decided to take matters into his own hands. This is what has been said to me about Sean Madrox and his fear of losing to the MileHigh Madman.

Pausing for a moment so that he can wet his throat with his very rebellious fountain drink, Drake seems to be almost wearing a grin. An odd expression for a man that just a few days had a steel chair wrapped around his skull but nobody has ever excused Drake of thinking like a normal human being.

Drake: I want to go ahead and defend Sean in this argument. Cause clearly the evidence shows that…umm well actually all the proof shows that Sean nearly left a pickle in his pants with fear but that isn’t the point. Because SS&S are the new Power Rangers! Sure Zordan got laid out in Liam’s departure but soon the Mighty Morphing crew will rebuild anew to become stronger and faster than before. After all, Prime is the new Dual Crown Champion so we should all fear the Power Puff Girls and their new reign of lameness right? With that kind of firepower standing behind Madrox, I guess my hopes at paying him back are now dust in the wind right?

Drake chuckles at his own jokes, no doubt thinking that he is being witty and humorous in his mocking of the SS&S. Others may disagree but as Drake is alone that point is fairly moot.

Drake: Now just days after Sean took the coward’s way out, we find ourselves scheduled to be in the same ring again. Sean may have soiled what was to be yet another shining moment for yours truly at Nensai Senjou, you know a place where I still remain undefeated. However there are only so many places Sean can hide, only so many exits he can try to use until eventually, eventually the man will have to pay the piper for his sins.

The ice rattles against the plastic cup as Drake drains the remaining drops from his glass. Setting the empty container onto the arcade game next to him, Drake continues on.

Drake: Don’t get me wrong now, going into this five way battle with eyes only for Madrox is a sure way to get my skull stomped in. You of course have Graver fresh off a DC challenge, all amped up and ready to take out his frustration on someone, probably anyone. Graver and I have barely come across one another in the past but to say he and I are strangers may be a bit of stretch. I won’t lie or stretch the truth in saying that I actually like the man, the truth is I really don’t. However, I do respect his ability inside a ring and it is not something I plan on taking for granted. The day may yet come when he and I stand alone on the battlefield to find out who really is the better man, but that day is yet in the distance. For now I will remain cautiously weary of what he will do in this match.

Without a single word, one of those uggio waitresses comes by and scoops up Drake’s glass. She flashes him a toothless smile that is sure to haunt not only his nightmares but the viewer’s as well. Unless you know, you are from Canada or something.

Drake: This match not only brings Sean back to me for the slaughter but it brings two shades from my past returning to the Revolt limelight. I think that I shall address the most recent of the two in El Lumberjacko. From Deadlock to Violence Fetish, ELJ and myself have always found ourselves on the other side of the firing line from one another. Heated battles and personal rivalries have been well established in our history. It seems this Sunday will be yet another chapter in our long string of matches against one another. My primary focus may be Sean Madrox, but that isn’t to say that snake is the only one gunning for me. Who is to say that the ole’ masked syrup slugger won’t be coming with a bullseye on my head? I expect the worst from all and I am more than willing to accept the possibility that ELJ wants my blood. If he can take it than he should come and get it.

Returning with a fresh filled glass of sugary syrup water, the waitress hands the cup over to Drake who appears to be in a world of his own now. She appears to be waiting for a response from Drake, but when she gets none she scampers off to sling drinks for the other patrons. As soon as Ugerella leaves, Drake begins to go on again.

Drake: Moving down my rambling list of the participants of this match, we come to the final man partaking in the events. A man I know very well, perhaps better than any of the others taking part. A man who has stood over me in my defeat and stood by my side in victory. Kiyoshi Nakahata. A man I once called friend, a warrior I once admired, and a person that turned his back on the cause I gave my soul to. A man that I either love like a brother or perhaps hate more than any other soul on the face of this Earth. I haven’t figured out which yet but surely the day will come when I must decide. That day is not today. The Rejects may be long dead and buried but I still remember. Even if others like Ash have moved on, I still hold the past close to my heart. Now, make no mistake, I will not hold back from striking Kiyoshi if it comes to it. I plan on leaving Sunday with a big W if I can, but it makes a man reflect on things in his life when an old war buddy returns from the dead.

Shaking his head as if to physically throw away his memories, Drake returns to the here and now.

Drake: The point is that on Sunday five of the best superstars that FIW has to offer are all going to be inside one ring. There are going to be no poems, no flowers, and damn sure none of those heart shaped boxes of chocolates. There is going to be blood, there is going to be violence, and there is going to be broken bones. Happy Valentines Day FIW, I hope you like your gift.

Grabbing up his drink, Drake steers away from his dank corner and returns to his group of friends by the pool table. It appears that they are trying to get one of the balls loose that refused to drop when they inserted their money. Drake kicks the table with a good deal of force and wouldn’t you know it, that pesky ball finally drops.
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