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| Steel Chairs Are Not Toys; ~Drake Love~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 29 2010, 05:17 AM (34 Views) | |
| Drake | Jun 29 2010, 05:17 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() VIDEO SEGMENT FROM AFTER REVOLT[/align] A bandage covers the up close opening shot we get of Drake’s ugly mug. Dried blood is still spackled on his face, crusting here and there in the drip lines when it was previously wet. Drake’s eyes are bloodshot as he looks up into the camera lens. We zoom out thankfully away from Drake’s non-lady killing face and until his full body is in frame. Drake hasn’t changed out of his wrestling gear and has a dented steel chair clutched into his right hand. The bent chair has a blood splatter that looks hauntingly similar to the one currently marking Drake’s shiny bald head. Drake holds the chair up to the camera to show the indention decorated with Drake’s own platelets and cells. Drake: You see this? Do you have any idea what this is? This is the very steel chair that Clay Krueger used to bash me in the face with. Clay I warned you. I gave you every chance that was within the boundaries of reason and good rationale to walk away from a fight that wasn’t yours. This was a fight between Keith and I, nobody else had to suffer my wraith. Now you went ahead and signed your own death warrant boy. You pissed me off for the last damn time and this week you are going to learn who the hell you are really dealing with. But mark me well boy, you are about to learn. Drake lowers the chair from the camera view down to his side. His fist still has an iron grip on it though and he begins talking again. Drake: It seems that Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre thinks they are running shit around here. They won the tag team belts, they laid me out, Keith Williams wrecked the Dual Crown Title match and everyone in and around the match. Big men those two are playing bullies and trying to flex their strength around the company. I don’t fear Keith Williams. I don’t fear Clay Krueger. Someone needs to stand up to these two egomaniacs and take them down a notch or ten. That someone is going to me. And wouldn’t you know it, I just got word that next week I get my hands on those two pencil necked little chickens. With his free hand, Drake reaches up to his head wound that Clay inflicted with the steel chair. Drake peels off a flake off his dried blood and stares at it angrily. Drake: Since I stepped back into this company Keith Williams has been ducking and dodging me at every turn and corner showing that he is nothing more than a coward. Clay Krueger has played interference for his little buddy and as much as I hate to admit it, he has been doing a decent job. Sooner or later this cat and mouse game has to end though and Keith Williams will have nowhere to run. Somewhere soon down the line Keith Williams is going to have to stand trial for his many sins he has committed and he will have to answer to me for these crimes. That day may not be this week’s Revolt but God damn it is surely a sign and taste of things to come, I can go ahead and promise you that right now. Turning away from the camera, Drake sets the steel chair onto the bench behind him. He turns back to the camera with his hands placed firmly on his hips as he gathers his thoughts. The anger in his voice is still there but it seems a bit more under control this time. Drake: Clay Krueger, I don’t know what is going on in that warped mind of yours. This was never about you. You were never the issue. Yet you went out of your way to make yourself a problem that I can no longer ignore. Summer of Sin is approaching fast and while I had hoped to get my hands on Keith, it seems that you want to stand firmly in my way. If you won’t get out of my way then I suppose I am just going to have to go through you. You want to know what sort of beast you are poking at with a sharp stick? Come Sunday you are going to find out why they used to call me the Milehigh Madman. You are going to learn firsthand what vengeance truly tastes like. Three times you have stuck your nose in my affairs. Now you are my business. I hope when I leave you laying in the middle of the ring flat on your back, that you think back to how you brought my fury onto yourself. Drake appears to be finished with his promo and grabs a towel from his locker to sling over his shoulder. He looks down and smiles at the steel chair and softly picks it up. Drake: One last thing boys, considering how much you like steel chairs, I figured I might bring this one to the match as a memento. See you on Sunday. With that Drake walks out of cameraview with his new souvenir in hand. We can hear the door to the dressing room close behind Drake as we fade to black. |
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