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I, Robot.....You Sean.; No actual Robots Included.
Topic Started: Feb 14 2009, 03:56 AM (42 Views)
Drake
Drake Love
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Anybody that has ever been to a bar, has listened to Garth Brooks blaring over the cheap sound system that this run down bars have, and all know it is one song; “Friends in Lower Places”. Sports bars, uptown clubs, the hole in the wall watering holes, and everything in between; all play that drinker’s anthem.

As the patrons mumble along the words in their loud and off key voices, the scene appears to be merry and joyous. Strange how a simple tune can lighten everyone’s mood and bring them to a simplistic union of shared serenading with poor song voices. Even Drake Love is wearing a grin as he sits off to the corner, still with his band of friends.

Spotting the camera, Drake waves the operator to follow him out the side door to the outside patio where the smokers are all hanging out. Continuing his walk all the way to the end of the cheap patio and weaving through the crappy plastic furniture, Drake finally turns to address the camera.


Drake: Let me go ahead and cut right to the heart of the matter. Two of the four men I will be facing have decided to keep their mouths shut. Graver I can understand feels the need to be silent after the events of the Dual Crown Double Jeopardy Match, but you would have thought that after several months away from action that the masked lumberjack would have something to say. I mean if not about myself then at least about the fact that the man who took him out is now the Dual Crown Champion. However luckily for me, the two that did decide to speak gave me enough to respond to. One man spoke with a elegent sort of intelligence that made me ponder days gone by and the paths my life has intertwined with. The other was Sean Madrox.

Stepping back a few more paces until he is flush with the unfinished lumber that makes up the railing, Drake waves his arm to fend off an incoming cloud of smoke that has invaded his promo.

Drake: Kiyoshi Nakahata, Brother Lust of the now defunct Rejects. A man who I once stood side by side with pride, a man who now stands opposite of me in this upcoming match. With all do respect, I take issue with one statement you had to say. Do you think the former bonds of the Rejects is enough to stay my hand? Maybe a few months ago I was a shattered shell of a man with the death of the brotherhood but as you can plainly see, I have gathered myself up and moved on. I am the Undisputed International Champion not by fluke or flaws, but because I am here standing on my own two feet. I won’t attack you out of malice or hate, but simply because I have the renewed drive to win. Whether I pin your shoulders to the mat or make Graver submit, it doesn’t really matter as long as I walk out the winner.

Stepping back a few more paces until he is flush with the unfinished lumber that makes up the railing, Drake waves his arm to fend off an incoming cloud of smoke that has invaded his promo.

Drake: Now to Miss Madrox. I like how you stand there with your head held high alongside your two little friends Jim and Prime. As I recall Jim was announced the winner of his match and as we all know, Prime walked out as Dual Crown Champion. What did you do Sean? You got yourself disqualified, you failed to win the UIC and left as a loser. If you ask me I would say you are looking like the weak link of your little Mighty Morphing group there. I wonder if you keep up this trend of failure that your Pez head ring leader is going to bother to pour more money to invest in you. Or is he going to simply cut his losses and leave you on the side of the road?

A man steps in front of the camera, clearly drunk and clearly annoying the MileHigh Madman.

Drake: Hey, get out of my shot.

Man: Nah brah, no more shots. You got a light though?

The intoxicated man holds out an unlit cigarette while wobbling about. Shaking his head, Drake shoves the man out of camera shot.

Drake: Go ask that guy. Anyways, back to the issue of the loudmouth Sean Madrox. The boy says that he won’t be done with me until he has the UIC off my waist and around his. If you want another shot boyo, come on and get one then. I am not going anywhere and beating you senseless like the trained little bitch dog that you are would bring me nothing but pleasure. You don’t have to look hard to find me, I will be the guy at Sunday that will be beating you senseless.

The bright lights of a truck’s headlights shine into the camera lens for a moment as someone pulls into the bar’s parking lot.

Drake: I tell you Sean, you bring on down Jim, you bring the House, you can bring down the new DC or even your close buddy the steel chair. None of that is going to save you this Sunday or whenever the time comes for you to try to step up to the plate again for the UIC. I will swat you down like the bug you are when you feel like trying to take my title again. Until then boys and girls, I guess I will see you all at Sunday for Revolt. Happy Valetines Day bitches.

And with that, Drake turns back towards the bar. Once again makes his way through smokers and cheap patio furniture alike.
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