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Men, Mice, and Gods; ~Drake Love~
Topic Started: Jul 24 2010, 01:49 AM (44 Views)
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Perhaps Drake doesn’t have a full vanity mirror this go around for dramatic effect but he makes do with what he has. You had to know that he was going to mock the promotional video of a multiple personality split right? Well if you didn’t you do now.

Drake still has his 1968 Shelby Cobra sports car. He isn’t trying to do his best Dukes of Hazard impression this time around though. Instead for the moment he seems content to simply stare at himself in the rearview mirror.


Drake: Mirror mirror on the wall, which form of Krueger is going to get his smashed in? Why all.

Opening the car door, Drake steps outside of his ride and walks in the direction of the camera. The crunch of gravel can be heard underneath the heavy footsteps as Drake approaches. Coming to a spot a few feet away from the camera, Drake pauses to look around at his surroundings.

As the viewer inspects the landscape along with Drake, it appears we are out in the wide open wild. This expansive viewpoint of the outdoors seems to go for miles on end to the reaches eye’s focus. Not another human being can be seen along the rolling green hills and the horizon is void of any man made structures.


Drake: I have held back my anger. I have tempered my emotions. I am well aware I have a reputation of being…irrational and a bit unstable. So I try to keep a cool head. I try to pretend that some guy wrapping a steel chair around my face wasn’t a big deal. Well you know what? It is a big God damn deal.

The rolling view of nature at the purest form should bring a tranquil feel to the scene. However, all that it does is contrasts the brewing storm building on Drake’s face. His only body goes rigid as he teeth clench. Thus we find ourselves observing the behavior of the rare bald-headed Drake Eagle.

Drake: So let’s get to the heart of the matter shall we? Keith Williams be damned. It wasn’t Keith that took a steel chair and laced it around my skull at the Revolt Rumble. It was you Clay. Or Krueger. Or Chainsaw. Whatever you want to call yourself, how many personalities you want to bring to the ring, I say have the whole United States of Tara cast come out as well. I will hit each and every one of them with a steel chair as well. You wanted to bring out the old Drake? You want the Milehigh Madman? Well guess what Clay, at Summer of Sin that’s who is showing up. You want to know which persona of Drake is arriving? It won’t be one that talks to himself in the mirror. It will be the chair swinging, blood spilling, pissed off , kicking your teeth down your throat, wheeling, dealing, Career Killing violent Milehigh Madman.

Drake pauses as he takes a breath from his rambling tirade. The flames in Drake’s eyes die down a bit but the fire is still burning just behind the surface.

Drake: Clay Krueger many of man has tried to use me as platform to rise to the top here. You can ask all those that have come before you though, if you want to use Drake Love as a stepping stone you need to step a lot damn harder. You may think you are a big fish in a small pond but I have always been and will always be the whale in a teardrop in FIW. This is what you wanted, never forget that. You wanted a big match fight on a grand stage to demonstrate that you belong in the upper echelon of the talent pool. I can’t fault you for wanting to be successful or moving up the food chain but when you piss off the guard dog you need to prepare for the bite. The path to your alleged glory runs directly through me and the only way I am going to let you in is when I am dead and cold.

The righteous anger in Drake’s voice seems to only be emphasized by the nature of his posture. Even when overtaken by an emotional response and standing still, Drake still has a certain grace about him both deadly and regal.

Drake: I returned to right the wrongs of FIW and in part some of what I myself put in motion years ago with my dastardly deeds. I had envisioned that simply meant helping the young talent fully realize their potential. To help in set the course for the company and the next generation along the right path. Silly of me to overlook such cancerous entities like Clay Krueger. Even Eden had the serpent.

Clearly coming back to his senses, Drake’s body is no longer tensed up with unreleased anger. His face turns from one of hot rage to a mask of calm fury. Drake looks off towards the horizon. His eyes seem to be focusing not on the resplendent panoramic view around him but instead inwards at something only he can see.

Drake: I don’t know what else to even say at this point. Clay knows he is going to get a beating, I know I am going to give it to him and when the dust settles we will see what is left of Clay Krueger. I suppose what happens after all depends on whether or not I leave Clay breathing. I would like to say the rational and changed man inside of me will be able to pull myself away from the edge. I would like to say that. The truth is Clay Krueger has brought whatever happens onto himself. He awakened something that lie dormant within me. There is no telling that the beast will go back to sleep once the slaughter is done. It didn’t have to be this way Clay, I didn’t want it this way. The past can’t be undone though, whatever happens is on your head not mine.

Drake looks a little remorseful already and shakes his head. Despite the stretching view of the wide land, the air is heavy with silence. The once grandeur atmosphere of such a locale takes on a damp feel of burden and foreboding. With a heavy sigh, Drake turns away from the camera and slowly makes his way back towards his car. We fade to black with only the sound of the wind to comfort the departure.
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