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Easy Is the Way of the Coward; ~Drake Love~
Topic Started: Jul 18 2010, 03:53 AM (45 Views)
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We find Drake Love seated in a steel folding chair. His right leg is crossed over his left and his hands are folded neatly on top. His demeanor seems calm, cool, and composed. The Milehigh Madman seems to be rather tranquil at the moment in fact.

The quaint little room which encompasses the space around Drake is nothing glamorous or fantastically riveting to the visual senses. In fact one could even mark it as drab or boring. Adequate florescent lighting allows the room to be seen quite clearly but that seems to be more of a curse than a blessing.

Drake glances over his left shoulder, past the peeling paint and the faded stains of the carpeted floor. He isn't gazing out the small barred window high up near the ceiling but instead he stares directly at the only thing in the room that would draw an eye. A single poster hangs from the walls, to no great surprise it is a blown up image displaying Clay Krueger wrapping a steel chair over Drake's skull.


Drake: Clay Krueger. Such a simple man in comparison to the intricate complexities of professional wrestling as a whole but none the less a man with many problems I must face. Clay likes to win, he wants to capture titles, and be a recognized name. How he accomplishes these goals matter little to the man and his own ambition seems to be the only thing that navigates his actions. Such a trend is not uncommon and I suppose it is hardly anything surprising. I mean it is trite and unimaginative in a worn out cliché but who am I too really judge? There wasn't a time too long ago in our tale where I was the evilest villain in all the land.

Drake turns his attention away from the freeze frame of his skull being dented by one Clay Krueger and turns his focus to the camera.

Drake: Clay talks about the easy road I could have allegedly taken on a return. He suggested that I “keep my head down” and walk lightly. One thing about me Clay that you should have already learned, I may not be what one might mark as being the smartest or most cunning man in the world, but what I lack in strategic planning I make up for with pure aggression and determination. That aggression has been kept in check as of late, I mean I can’t simply lash out at anyone who happens by me if I am to repair so much of what I have broken. That simply means it has been building inside of me, brewing like a storm waiting to be unleashed. At Sunday I have free reign to slip havoc and let loose the dogs of war. You speak of misery and bloodshed as if such a possible outcome may turn my stomach. Many insults can be attached to the name of Drake Love, coward is not one of them boy.

Drake places his right foot back onto the floor so his legs are parallel and straight. His arches his back a bit to stretch it out and then stands up tall. A smirk washes over Drake’s face as a light glints out of his eye.

Drake: I suppose this is the part where I insert some angry and vengeful rant recanting that this issue began with Keith Williams and not you. I could blabber on in a similar boring fashion to your own tirade about how we didn’t need to come to this road. True I came expecting that Summer of Sin would find me in the ring with Keith Williams some months back. But destiny and fate are tricky to foretell. Now instead of facing that mustached bastard I find myself embroiled in a feud with his companion and likely lover. I may have come back to right many wrongs of the past but the magnitude of Clay Krueger verses Drake Love in a Steel Chairs are legal match on a grand stage has not escaped my notice. I suppose this whole ordeal is going to allow me to kill two birds with one stone. Keith Williams may be the embodiment of all that is wrong in professional wrestling today but that doesn’t mean that Clay isn’t any less of a problem. He is equally a cancer that must be addressed and now my hand has been pressed into dealing with it sooner rather than later.

Turning his upper body while keeping his feet in place, Drake twists about to grab hold of the steel chair he was sitting on previous. He hoists the chair in the air keeping it open and simply nonchalantly hangs it upwards with the tips of his right hand.

Drake: A steel chair is a wondrous thing no? I have no idea which wrestling pioneer first picked up this simple seat and turned into a weapon of various carnage. Since then it has become a staple of the wrestling industry though and commonplace with inflicting additional damage. It has become synonymous with bloodshed and violence. Such an unelaborate piece of furniture if wielded properly suddenly becomes the harbinger of a man’s demise. With this plain yet pure little equipment and a match befitting such a setting, I can inflict any amount of damage that I should see fit come Summer of Sin. There are so many ways that I can send a message to the rest of the selfish pricks who would think to scam, steal, cheat, ambush, or bully. I mean I could wedge Clay’s little head in between this here, stomp down and snap Clay’s corrupt little neck. I could fold up neatly…

Drake pauses for a slight moment to demonstrate the folding of such a chair as he described. It looks so amazingly easy when done on TV.

Drake: …then put it on the mat and drop Clay head first onto it. Then again there is always the ever classic and time tested true favorite of simply grabbing hold of it and then wrapping it around the good doctor’s skull. These are just a few mild examples of how a basic thing like the steel chair will spell the epic and grand demise of one Doctor Clay Krueger. Summer of Sin is fast approaching and you keep barking like you are the big dog around here Clay. Let’s just see whose bite is the worst when the dust is settled.

Pointing the now folded chair at the camera, Drake’s face is still a mask of calm but his eyes betray a deeper anger bubbling just below the surface. Now insured that his dramatic point is emphatic, Drake drops the chair without gusto and walks away with disinterest.
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