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Of Glory and Despair; ~Drake Love~
Topic Started: Oct 27 2011, 11:31 PM (49 Views)
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The small cobblestone streets. The little cafes lining the outside. Various long haired men smoking and yelling at one another. Other various stereotypes being showcased in the heart of Italy.

We hear a faint song coming from...somewhere. The source of the music is not visible. It does however grow louder and louder, as if it is getting closer. Some fans may recognize the song as "Highway to the Dangerzone". We hear a slight screech of a tire and we see the source of the music. Clad in a leather jacket, a black helmet laced with flame decals, and a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses is none other than Drake Love. He brings his bike to an abrupt halt in front of the camera.

He pulls the helmet off slowly and far too dramatically. He holds it under his arm in a crook, and gives a nearby pedestrian a wink. He revs the engine a couple time for effect before finally shutting it off. It would be a good time to mention that his beast of a ride is a Vespa.


Drake: What a strange world we walk into for this Trick or Treat Revolt. We have a ghost of a man on one side and on the other we have a man already dressed early for the event. I will start by first addressing the shade prancing around in the body of Neo Carner. Let me cut the crap, forget about the cameras for a minute and speak to you as a man. Something broke in your mind along the way, where I am not sure. We might have been friends once but I will be honest, I want nothing to do with you. Not professionally, not personally or anything else. I hope you get the help you need to fix whatever went wrong with you but until that day comes I am objectively steering clear of all things Neo. And that is all I have to say on the matter.

Staying seated on the Vespa, Drake places the helmet over the side of the handlebars. He runs his hands through his...well not hair but over his bald scalp.

Drake: Now back to your regularly scheduled promotional video. I have met El Tremendo in the ring and while his behavior on camera is more off beat than a teacup giraffe in a sock drawer, the man is certainly no slouch in the ring. Perhaps his nonsense is some grand rouse to lure people into a false sense of confidence. Then again perhaps he was dropped on his head as a baby while the motion picture Super Mario Brothers with John Legizmo was playing. I have no real way of saying for sure either way. What I can tell you is that despite the fact that he rambled about having a sexual encounter with a can of sardines. I mean I knew he was a deviant but even Keith Williams would be ashamed about that one. Well maybe not. I suppose it's hard to give a dead fish herpes.

Drake tilts his head sideways as he visualizes such a thought. He shudders and tries to shake the image free from his brain.

Drake: Now I am not really sure if the whole bird and fish thing was supposed to be some subtle metaphor for the cycle of life or what, like I said trying to decipher El Tremendo's intentions is like trying to read ancient Greek. As I was going to say earlier, while nothing with El Tremendo is for certain, I can expect to have a competitive match on my hands. Neo Carner might be in the wall between worlds but I have no doubts that El Tremendo is going to do his best to defeat me as handily as possible. I am not going to be tricked or fooled by the magic show. I see behind the curtain at a man hungry to be successful. Many people have tried to use me a stepping stone before but as always, if you want to do that you had better step hard. I lay down for no man.

Drake turns the key to start his ride and grabs hold of his helmet. He doesn't put it on but instead simply holds it in his hands.

Drake: Now before I close up here and burn rubber in this awesome beast, I feel I should address that no good punk ass bitch known as Mad Dawg. I know you think you finally got the upper hand on me last week, and perhaps you did. Enjoy this moment, I can promise you it won't happen again.

The helmet goes on and Drake floors the tiny wheeled chariot at the ferocious 20 MPH. Nobody looks up or glances as Drake drives by.


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