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| A Dark Night; ~Drake Love~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 3 2010, 03:34 AM (34 Views) | |
| Drake | Jul 3 2010, 03:34 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] When this little promo begins, the viewer may mistake it for a black screen. However just the smallest little shred of light can be seen in the murky shadows. If one watches long enough, they can almost make out the outline of what appears to be a man. The man stays in the shadow and a deep raspy voice comes from the dark. Man In the Shadows: Clay Krueger says that Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre is here to offer Full Intensity Wrestling a better class of villain. That they are here to rule the dark jungle with their so called evil mastermind way of ruling. Even an alleged band of criminal injustice leagues should know that the more ingenious the plan, the more likely the fall. Clay Krueger can talk about lions and tigers and villains oh my. The harsh reality is that Clay has a healthy dose of vengeance coming his way. But let me make one thing crystal clear and perfectly stated. This isn’t some comic book fantasy and I am damn sure not the hero of the story. Stepping forward out of the shadows is of course Drake Love. If you were expecting Drake to be wearing some sort of costume for dramatic effect, think again. What sort of grown man wears tights anyways….well you know besides wrestlers. Nevermind, scratch that. The point is not wearing a mask, tights, or some sort of yellow bat symbol. As the grey shadows embrace Drake’s skin with a pale glaze, we can see that Drake is wearing a fitted blue splatter tee and a pair of roomy black slacks. Well they could be a dark blue, with this lighting it is impossible to be sure. He steps out of the shadows with his hands in his pockets and looks directly into the camera with icy blue eyes. His voice is normal again when he speaks in a calm voice. Drake: Keith Williams can talk about me having to go through Clay to get to him. For a master strategist that you claim to be Keith, you showed your hand surprisingly early. It has been quite clear that Clay is the Catwoman to your Penguin. I mean you are an ugly bitter sonofbitch that smells like fish and Clay is a flat out bitch. I am sure you try to fill your head with self told lies of how you are really something remarkable but you are nothing more than the mere nuisance that will run its course soon enough. Pulling his hands out of his pocket, Drake has in his left hand a small medallion. Drake looks down at the trinket with obvious hidden emotion. Drake: You two are just a face paint set away from being the clowns under the big circus red top. You bozos run around with your grand schemes trying to show the world how evil and sinister you can be but yet all you muster up is a few pissed off people in your wake. Seems you boys are starting fires faster than you can put them out and at this pace you are bound to get burned. I don’t care if other people have their eyes on you or not, I came here for revenge and that drive has only grown in my soul. Keith Williams will never be forgiven for denying the world the future and so he is bound to relive the sins of his past. Your demise by my hands will be the things of myth and legend. Looking back up, Drake places his hands and the small chained medallion back into his pockets from which they came. Drake: However that is a stage set up for the climax and conclusion of this long going saga. A different scene is set for the moment. Clay Krueger has made it to my list. There is nothing he can do from this point on that will save his sorry hide from my own brand of street justice. When I slam my fist down your throat Clay I assure that it will be no laughing matter. Pacing a few steps to the right and then back to where he was before, Drake stands now with his back to the camera. He hangs his head low but can still be heard to the camera. And if you listen closely there is no sound of water so it is likely that Drake isn’t urinating despite his posture. Drake: Pytor on the other hand is a different beast all around. He claims he is coming to lose because he has his own agenda and plots. I used to be a man that prided myself about winning. In fact my catchphrase was “after it all fades away, only the victory is left”. A bit trite and probably melodramatic but what can you expect from the Silver Age of Drake? Drake’s head raises back up to a horizontal position. Turning his head slowly, Drake looks over his shoulder to the camera with a slight head tilt so that only the filmy glow can be seen from this shadowy scene. Drake: Now if Pyotr is coming to lose because he plans on blugedening Keith Williams half to death with a steel chair...I suppose I could get behind that. If his agenda though is simply to cost me a match that I have been plotting and setting into motion for weeks then Pyotr might leave with one more enemy than he come into it with. Mark me well on those words, I am in no mood to be double crossed or betrayed this week. The torso of Drake slowly shifts around before the lower half of Drake’s body also comes around so that Drake is once again facing the camera. Drake: Harley Quinn, Commissioner Gordon, or Harvey Dent. I don’t care what you how you want to dress up at night while you two play make believe. Just be aware that reality is going to hit home on Sunday whether I have to do it myself or not. A slow step backwards takes Drake halfway into the shadows. He smiles to the camera before he takes that final step back. His pearly whites disappear into the shade along with the rest of the Milehigh Madman. Psuedo-shadow black screen turns into an actual black screen and we are done. |
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