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| Pain; ~Drake Love~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 30 2010, 02:10 PM (35 Views) | |
| Drake | Jul 30 2010, 02:10 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] Fancy suits? Over stated metaphoric settings for dramatic effects? Perhaps a well-rehearsed facial expression to convey a specific emotion? No? None of Drake’s trademark over the top promotional material is present as we open up? Don’t worry FIW fans, you are not having a mental breakdown. This is in fact how we enter the scene this week. Drake is flat on his back and quite clearly has seen better days. The wounds from his war with Clay are quite obvious as the various ice packs rest over bruises and cuts alike. Drake raises his head slightly to look into the camera but it is clear that moving is not high on Drake’s list of things to do. Drake: It was once said that in war there are no winners, only those who survive. That certainly has a ring of truth to it for me. Maybe I am getting old, maybe I just can’t take a beating like I used to but something tells me the truth is that Clay Krueger for all his faults, the man knows how to effectively swing a steel chair. I still don’t like the nut running the nuthouse but there is just the smallest part of me that respects his guts. Clearly out of his freaking mind and eleven eggs short of a dozen but I won’t deny the man’s fortitude. Summer of Sin I got more than I expected and had to give everything I had to slay the dragon. Yet at the end of the night I did exactly what I said I would do, I walked out with my hand raised and sins atoned. From his prone position, Drake closes his eyes and adjusts the placement of his head to a more comfortable station. Drake: This week the battle might be won but the war rages on. Clay Krueger once again stands in my immediate path and only chaos can be produced when we are both in the ring. I am sure that we are both sore, battered, and weary but I highly doubt that will prevent either of us from trying going for the killing blow this week. I might have a new respect for Clay Krueger the warrior, but make no mistake about it, I will still take him out of this company if I get the chance. Six man tag matches are chaotic enough, seems that my opposition can’t even figure out if they are going to fight themselves or if they want to fight the team scheduled to be their opposition. One thing that I have learned from Clay though, no matter what his intentions might be or seem on the surface, to think he is anything short of dangerous is a deadly mistake. I don’t care if team Evil Bad Guy Coalition isn’t rolling on all cylinders or not, I will be preparing for this match like they are. I trust nothing that comes from Clay’s mouth and assume he always has a grander scheme afoot. The ice pack that is laying directly on Drake’s shoulder slides down a bit, Drake reaches up with the opposite arm to replace the pack where it was before. Drake: So to this Alliance of Villains and Slightly Corrupt Bastards, the next man on the list is none other than Shaun Wilson. How far that man has fallen, how very far indeed. There was a time I saw Shaun as the bright spot for FIW. Even when I was a less than respectable wrestler, I always thought that Shaun would be someone that could help tip the balance. It seems that the system beat it out of him though. Instead of a golden boy to help lead FIW into the future, we now have just another egotistical crybaby asshole. Shaun has forgotten about the grand scope of what wrestling is supposed to be about and instead sold his soul for ten pieces of silver. So very disappointing to see the man become an overused wrestling cliché. He could have been great one day I think, I really do. But he lost sight of the big picture and allowed his greed to drag him into a world of mediocre. Such a sad fate to befall such a promising young man but wishes and wants don’t change reality. Drake’s face lowers to a disappointed scowl and just a slight mix of pain. Whether that pain is the physical result of his match with Clay or perhaps some sort of deeper emotional response is unclear. Drake: Shaun and Clay are talented men, I have competed against both of them and respect their skill sets. That being said, neither one of them are exactly role models on what a good competitor should be. To top off this unholy alliance we throw in a member of the Brotherhood. As he himself pointed out, the only member of the Brotherhood to actually walk away from Summer of Sin with a victory. Talented as he may or may not be, I honestly can’t say without competing against him, the fact that he associates with Rurik’s corrupt coalition simply proves he is no better than Krueger or Wilson. Three men all out for themselves and put together to work as a team. That is a recipe for disaster if ever there was one. I take none of them for granted but I can only assume that their egos will force this team to self-destruct. Turning onto his side slightly, Drake reaches out to the nearby coffee table and takes a drink of water. He replaces the cup and rotates back to his original position slowly so that the ice packs do not slide about. Drake: As for my partners this week, I have never stepped in the ring with Harrison or Bo-Jack. I hear that they are men of honor though. Perhaps they will be the bright light to help restore the sport of wrestling to what it should be. I hope so, I hope that they can stay on the path that I fell off of years ago. That Shaun Wilson, Clay Krueger, and Christian Cruz have all left for personal ego. I know that I will have their back this week regardless. Hell I hear one of them is at the bar right now. Maybe I will pull my sorry ass off this couch and head down to see him. A beer doesn’t sound half bad right now. Grabbing the ice packs one by one, Drake begins to fling them off his body. He groans loudly as he swings his legs off the cushion and down to the floor. He rises up slowly and shakes his head a bit before taking some ginger steps towards the bedroom. We see the door close behind him and we fade to black. |
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