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| Behind Enemy Lines; ~Drake Love~ | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 22 2011, 03:02 AM (68 Views) | |
| Drake | Oct 22 2011, 03:02 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() VIDEO SEGMENT[/align] The wondrous visual splendor that is the rolling countryside of Sweden darts into the camera view. It seems to be a shot of a cliff overlooking a small inlet. The hefty formation falters off suddenly and the still shot of the camera doesn’t let us look down. Leading up to the edge is a brown mixture of dirt, plain in and of itself but peppered along the route with vivid explosions of color provided by random wildflowers. The brown fades into the crystal clear blue sky, crisp and fresh as it expands into the horizon. There appears to be no wind as the trees sit perfectly still. It almost looks like a photo they place onto postcards. This wide expanse seems almost too good to be true…and it is. Rolling away is the painted backdrop previously described in the photo. Whether this is a Swedish movie lot or something else is uncertain. What is clear is that we appear to be on some sort of fenced off location with tarred pavement sprawling the expanse. As the backdrop moves away, we find Drake Love was magically standing behind it the entire time. He has on an olive green dress shirt with a matching tie under a black peacoat. In one hand he has a cell phone placed to his ear and a Styrofoam cup of coffee in the other. He hits a button on the phone as he spots the camera and places the phone inside his pocket. Drake: I suppose this is the portion where I began by saying something gallant. Something brave. Where I discuss the fact that the odds are stacked up against me but have no worries boys and girls, Super Drake will vanquish all evil doers. Despite what some around here think, I am not the hero of the story. I am not a role model, I am not a paragon of virtue and I damn sure am not here to save any damsels in distress. I am still the same mean sonofabitch that is all throwing people around the ring and making them my bitch. The only difference is that I got a little older and a little wiser. I realize that the selfish nature of professional wrestling is only going to lead to a self-destructive meltdown. Drake shakes his head in clear annoyance and anger at the situation. He takes a sip of his coffee but since when is caffeine soothing? Drake: Mad Dawg would have you believe now that he is here to be the voice of the voiceless. A sudden and complete personality change from being a guy that liked to smash people’s head in with cinderblocks but ok, I will bite. Mad Dawg, a man who once put an up and coming rookie’s head through previously mentioned cinder block because, and yes I remember the line vividly, “he dared to move from the kiddie’s table to grown up table without Mad Dawg’s permission”. So the savior of the undercard is the man that once kept his foot on the neck of those he felt beneath him? Ironic that until I returned to right the wrongs of this company Mad Dawg was content in being the same bully he always was. I would love to think that he saw what I was doing and is changing his song and dance because I am such an inspirational example but we all know that isn’t true. The reality is that you think by claiming to be saving this company that you are somehow mocking my intentions. That or you are trying to discredit me by stealing my words. I am not really sure what your angle of playing this mirror game that you are playing but you sir are no hero of the voiceless. I may not be either, but at least I actually give a damn about the future of this company and profession. Drake’s eyes narrow as he leans towards the camera and his jaw clenches. Drake: I mean let’s face it, this week’s match has nothing but people that have soiled the good name of professional wrestling. I have admitted to my flaws that haunt my past but I have spent the last two years doing nothing but trying to wash the blood from my hands. I look at the three other men in the ring and I see not only ghosts of rivals past but three men that are a poison to the company. Keith Williams stated he knew me well and while that is probably true, the same can be said in reverse. I know all three of these men like the back of my hand. Hell I have beaten two of the men in two different companies to win the top tier title. Had Keith ever defended that Dual Crown Championship against me, I would have taken that as well. I can that you all that three are gutless cowards. Yes that includes the pompous self-righteous partner of mine Rurik Krychek. Licking the top row of teeth, Drake still seems on the verge of a massive psychological break as he literally is shaking with anger. Drake: I am going to get something off my chest I have been holding in. The Drake Love Invitational was an event I created to help showcase some of the greatest talent in the world and help progress the evolution of professional wrestling by allowing a platform for my students to learn from. Instead of that, I got three men who used my event as a chance to spite and disrespect me at every turn. If it wasn’t Keith Williams assaulting my former protégé, it was Mad Dawg giving me the ole’ stink eye and finally despite me cordially handing him an award, Rurik felt the need to spit at my feet. You want to talk about laying old wounds to rest and co-existing? You did nothing but disrespect me at every turn for every interaction we have ever had and you have the nerve to babble about respect? Your pious propaganda hasn’t changed nor has the conceited manner in which you look down at the world. Your constant need for some sort of entitlement at the behest of everyone else groveling at your feet never ceases to amaze me. You might have some people fooled into thinking that you are triumphing for the forces of good but even Mussolini had his followers. That puts you on neither the side of right or justified in my book. Don’t get me wrong, as long as you don’t cross me at Revolt I will hold to the same. Let’s just say that the space between my shoulder blades is already twitching for the knife though. Drake looks over his shoulder and tries his best to crane his neck to look at his back for dramatic effect. He turns back with an unamused glare. Drake: In this jumbled rant I have gone off topic. But when I am surrounded by nothing but some of my most heated rivals one starts to be on edge. Like a wild animal being backed into a corner. What’s FIW going to do next, add Nick Allen as the guest enforcer? Solomon Black as the special referee? Maybe we can get Crisis to be the timekeeper. Jokers to the left of me and clowns to the right. And no bigger clown than the pretentious jackass known as Keith Williams. Wiping the sides of his mouth, Drake takes a moment to try and calm himself. Predictably, it does not work. Drake: Our issues never were resolved. They became so heated that FIW quietly asked us both to leave the company. This is the first time you and I will step in the ring together in quite awhile. Now don’t get me wrong, my immediate focus is on putting the Dawg back in his kennel but sooner or later our paths are going to cross again Williams. And sooner or later one of us is going to end up buried or both. As bad as Mad Dawg and Rurik both are, neither of them are such a venomous and cancerous hemorrhoid to the world of wrestling like you are. While I like neither of those men at least I can say in their own diluted and misconstrued manner they have brought something to the world of wrestling that future generations can learn from. I may not like it or respect it but I at least accept it to be true. You on the other hand are a leper and a cancer. So in short, piss off. Drake looks down at his hand to find a crumpled cup and coffee overflowing on his wrist. He tosses the cup down in disgust and then turns away to walk off. The sound of his rubber soles meeting the pavement can be heard as he storms away. |
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