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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 28 2009, 04:30 PM (44 Views) | |
| Drake | Feb 28 2009, 04:30 PM Post #1 |
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Drake Love
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[align=center]VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] Who doesn’t love bright lights, screaming children and flashing games that induce seizures? Who doesn’t right? Well today’s little scene brings us to a little establishment called Dave and Busters. Which for those foreign viewers that don’t know what the piss a D&B’s is, it is basically an adult Chucky Cheese. There are video games, skee ball, photo booths, those basketball shooting things and of course a bar in the middle of the activities. Children are of course allowed in during the day but at night, well at night the college crowd and those that refuse to grow up take over. The few kids sprinkled about are clearly being tended to by inattentive parents, or more likely bad babysitters as the giant clock above the bar reads 1:03 AM. However the place is packed with 20 something year olds galore as nearly everyone of them has a beer or some sort of drink in their hand. They sprinkle around in groups and one such group seated at one of the dining booths has a “Happy Divorce” balloon tied to a young girl’s wrist. I guess love wasn’t eternal in her case. Either way she is not the focus of the piece so her story will just have to wait for Maury. Off down one of the aisles of game is a boxing style game. Now this isn’t just a joystick and buttons game, no no. There are gloves with sensors that mark hand movements and a pad to read your foot work. Cameras monitor your head and upper body for ducking and weaving. Of course the man holding onto the gloves while swinging is of course our Undisputed International Champion Drake Love. Noon: Drake! There you are! I finally found you. I have been looking everywhere for you! Drake: I am busy Noon! Don’t distract me! So Noon resides himself to watching Drake continue onwards. From a first person perspective, surely this game must be intense to play. One could only assume that you get really into the game and feel as if you are really boxing. However, from the camera’s point of view, Drake looks like an absurd fool prancing about and weaving from an unseen fist flying. Finally it appears Drake has either beaten the game or been knocked out. The manner of which Drake throws the gloves at the game would indicate the latter. Taking a drink from a bottle of water, Drake wipes actual sweat from his brow. Seeing Noon still standing there startles Drake a moment before he remembers that the interviewer is there. Drake: Bah, lousy game. What’s up Jeff? Noon: We spoke on the phone yesterday. About the fact you are contractual obligated to do more interviews, remember? Drake: Oh right. Alrighty then, let’s get on with it. Brushing his arm off to the side, Drake ushers Noon over to an empty booth that has one of those plastic “Reserved” signs on it. Drake flicks the sign off to the side as they take their seats. Noon: Alright Drake, first thing is first. I want to discuss your loss last week to Prime and Madrox. I know that with this heated battle between you and SS&S, Madrox specifically, that this loss must have hurt pretty badly for you. Drake: Did I lose Jeff? Noon: Umm yeah. Prime pinned you to end the match. Drake: Did he? Noon: Yes, in front of a live audience and millions watching at home, they all saw it as it happened. Drake: Did they really? Noon: Yes they did, it’s even recorded and everything if you wanted to watch it again. Drake: Are you sure there is a copy floating around somewhere? Noon: Alright this is getting us nowhere. Moving along, you are teaming with two men that you have clearly expressed disdain for. Ash Koopa and you were recluctant stable mates to say the least and the long standing bad blood between you and Ethan is common knowledge. Now Ethan earlier said that… Drake: Stop right there my friend. I heard what the High Spot Masturbation had to say this week. The more things change the more they stay the same. Once again you have that arrogant prick running off at the mouth about things he knows nothing about. I was the first man to the battlelines in this war with SS&S, while he was off at some gay cruise looking for his next cabana boy, I was standing tall against these cocky bitches. Who the hell is Ethan Adams to tell me anything? Noon: A former GPC and Dual Crown Champion? Err, nevermind, moving on Ash Koopa basically became Switzerland. What do you think about that. Drake: You know what? I can’t even be angry with Ash. Ash is doing what Ash has always done and done well. Ash Koopa is surviving by being Ash Koopa. The man has no morale compass, no personal bearings, no belief system or any scruples. In a way it makes him completely free. One could almost you know envy that. But the truth is that I never expected Ash do anything else. It just comes with the turf. Before Jeff can utter his next comment, a screaming child whips past the two men with a twenty one year old looking girl closely behind. The child appears to be screaming not of anger or sorrow, but at pure joy. The girl on the other hand looks far less amused. Drake cracks a smile at the sight before turning back to Jeff to ask his next question. Noon: That was different. Anyways, let’s get to your opposition then. Jim O’Brien lead the charge against this week along side with a returning Chris Cage and Harrison. Can we get your thoughts on Jim first? Drake: So you want me to run down my thoughts on each man in some sort of listing manner? Noon: Well that’s the general idea yeah. Drake: Seems rather cliché and trite but ok. First and foremost let me go ahead and get this out. Ash Koopa may be bartering for a peace treaty but he can go piss on that as far as I am concerned. Smarty and his little runt pack are more than just some random infection. Some of the best and brightest are running in that formation, I won’t lie about the talent level. But seeing a man like Jim O’Brien become nothing more than a corporate stooge out for another quick buck is something that turns my stomach. Now it has been said that I created this form of Jim, that it was my ruthless attacks on the man that burned out his soul to make him the empty vessel he is. Perhaps the blood he spills is on my hands, I guess he is the Callisto to my Xena. But if I created Jim, the time may come for me to destroy him. This is the reality I have accepted. Noon: Whoa, you sort of went off with a pretty deep tangent out of nowhere. Ok moving to… Drake: I am not finished. Noon: Oh, ok then. Continue on. Drake: Jim O’Brien was once known as the saving grace of this company, a bright light for young stars to aspire to. Now to see him nothing more than a washed out shell of his former being is something that turns my stomach. Yes, his talent and skill is still there, hell he might even the best he has been in years inside that ring. But the man I beat for the Fighting Spirit Championship would never stoop to aligning himself with such scumbags as Smarty, the House and that creep Sean. Of all the tales of woe from this faction, I would say that Jim’s is by far the most tragic. Drake falls silent and Jeff eyes Drake a bit confused on who the hell is sitting across from him. The men’s silence is only amplified by the loud noises from the gaming machines and the chatter from around this large establishment. Finally Noon clears his throat to snap Drake back to the moment. To further ease the tension, Drake offers a half-hearted smile but truthfully it seems forced. Noon: Ahem, alright then. I am just going to move on then. Harrison is a former mutli-time tag team champion and… Drake: I know the man’s credentials. Noon: Then can we get your thoughts? Drake: I could state the obvious facts, that the man is a lout that is as crude as he appears. But appearances can be deceiving. In truth I think that still waters run deep and the man has more to offer than just being some hired thug to protect the Three Stooges. But I suppose Harrison will have to learn that on his own. For now, he stands in the enemy camp and that is all I can be bothered to concern myself with at this time. One day he might step out of the shadows to become the man he was destined to be, but as long as he keeps playing the role of mindless muscle than I am going to treat him as such. Noon: Ok well last but not least we have the newest member of that group, Chris Cage. Drake: Who the piss is that? I thought Madrox was the third team member. Noon: No, Sean Madrox is facing off with Shaun Wilson this week. Drake: So basically Ash and I are being forced to team up while the two men that we beat at Nensai Senjou in title matches are facing each other? Noon: Wow, I didn’t actually think about that, but yeah. Drake: Well that is just retarded. Now, once again, who is this Kevin Cage guy? Noon: Chris Cage actually. He is FIW’s red hot rookie, he just returned to join up with SS&S as their rising protégé star. Drake: Red hot rookie? That sounds like a bad gay porno that Ethan would watch. Noon: So are you don’t have any comments to make about him? He was undefeated here for a couple of months during the start of his FIW run. Drake: Oh that bozo. I thought he died when Nick Allen whipped all those clowns at NS to win the Flycore Title. Noon: Well Cage was injured in that match. Ironically it was Nick who helped Cage get medical attention. Cage returned last week though. Drake: Nick helped out Cage? I guess that was a bad call in the end. I mean I like Nick Allen and all, drinks a bit too much maybe, but in retrospect he made a bad choice in not snuffing out the kid then and there. I guess he did the honorable thing but now Chris has returned to sell his soul to the highest bidder. I am sure there were streamers and champagne to be had for all in the Smarty camp that night. Noon: Well good thing you aren’t bitter. Drake: Look Jeff, the bottom line is that I am heading into enemy territory this week with no friends or allies. I have a man I hate and a disinterested third party to watch my back. Now I know I need to start finding allies but as I look around none have exactly stepped up yet. Say what you will about the Rejects, we had morals and we were fighting for what believed was a greater good. SS&S they fight for money, for greed, and for their own egos. If they aren’t stopped, FIW is going to be destroyed from the inside out. These three men coming at me may not be my primary concern Sean Madrox, but they are everyone of them aligned with a corrupt system. It’s this system that I tend to put an end to. If that means sacrificing myself to get it done then so be it. Now, let’s go skee ball. Jeff once again is surprised by the shift of conversation but as Drake bounds up to rush over to the skee ball machines, Noon is right there behind him like a puppy following his master. We see the distance the two standing side by side as they fling those heavy clay balls as the little light on top spins and blinks. Tickets come spurting out in a flood. Clearly Jeff Noon’s one skill in life is the ability to play skee ball. Drake however is not nearly as good, one of his balls is overshot, bounces off the targeting walls and hits a pregnant woman in her head. We fade to black as Drake looks over the fallen mother to be. |
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