Post by Kencedro on Oct 8, 2006 0:22:44 GMT -5
The return of a man dawns the horizon of what we know as World Championship Federation. A man of such controversy will be returning inside the ring against a man who is possible the greatest man to ever grace the singles roster in World Championship Federation. A member of the New Dynasty will compete against the returning flying machine.
Drake Kencedro turns over a new leave, as he resigned the dotted line of his World Championship Federation contract. These two men are no strangers to the environment that is places above the ring. Where people soar from one side of the ring to the next. Where one wrong move, may be the move that cost you everything.
Kencedro is now back after a little over a month of in ring activity, and is said to be better than ever. A man is reborn, and is now back onto the same track that he once was. Kencedro is locking his sights onto the top of the corporate ladder, and head there he shall.
The scene opens up to a lone cheap hotel, on the outskirts of the town that the WCF headquarters stand. The room is dimly lit, as we can make out that Honey Valentine is sitting on the comfortable yet raggedy bed as she rummages through her luggage, as she appears to be looking for something. The camera circles the small room. As we then see Kencedro stand over near a small table, which lies in the corner of enclosed walls. Kencedro is seen opening his bag, as begins to pull out his wrestling gear piece by piece.
Honey Valentine: Where the hell is it?!
Kencedro: Where is what?
Honey Valentine: My freaking magazine!
Kencedro slightly rolls his eyes, as he continues to place his gear from his bag onto the table beside of him.
Kencedro: You and your lady readings.
Kencedro finishes up as he empties his bag completely, other than his dental, and facial accessories. The camera cuts back over to Honey Valentine as she finally pulls her magazine out of her luggage case.
Honey Valentine: Found it!
Kencedro is seen grinning, as he zips his duffle bag back up, and he places it on the ground beside of the table. Honey opens up her magazine, and quickly jumps into reading the articles among the many pages in the magazine. Kencedro pulls a chair out from under the table, and he slowly sits down into the chair, and he stares in a daze at his wrestling gear.
Kencedro: You know, of all places. I would have never thought that I would end up coming back to WCF.
Honey Valentine: What do you mean?
Honey Valentine flips through the pages of the magazine, as she still seems to be interested as to what Drake is saying.
Honey Valentine: WCF has some amazing talent.
Kencedro: What do you consider “amazing talent”?
Honey Valentine continues to look through her magazine, as she replies to Kencedro.
Honey Valentine: Well for one, Torture is still the World Champion. He beat Chino the other week, you know?
Kencedro chuckles at the moment he hears the name of Chino.
Kencedro: Please, Chino has been bitching about how he was going to take that title away from Torture since the day I joined Devastation Inc., and look at him now. Not only did he lose his World Title opportunity that night, but he also lost his little tag team championship with what’s his name…JackHammer?
Honey Valentine: Yeah…
Honey slowly drifts apart from the conversation, as she gets lost into piles among piles of hot, juicy celebrity weekly news. Honey lets go of a giggle as she continues to read, as Kencedro looks on in disgust.
Kencedro: How can you read that filth?
Honey Valentine: What do you mean filth?
Kencedro still remains in the daze as he stares down his wrestling gear.
Kencedro: Hear I am, ready to make my return to the WCF, and all you care about is silly Hollywood Rumors, you’re such a schoolgirl.
Valentine shrugs, as she flips the page to her magazine.
Honey Valentine: You have nothing to worry about. Remember two months ago, you debuted in WCF and screwed two men out of a shot for the Television Champion.
Kencedro slowly nods, and Valentine continues to refresh his WCF history.
Honey Valentine: Within the next week, you screwed JJ Biggs out of his Television Championship to help Nate Nytro become the new Television Champion.
Honey slowly closes her magazine, as she continues on.
Honey Valentine: You are Drake Kencedro, the biggest threat to the WCF roster to this very day. You will take no prisoners, and you will show everyone first hand when you make your WCF in ring return against the former Hardcore Champion…Creeping Death.
Kencedro shifts his eyes from his wrestling gear to a clock that hangs on the wall. Kencedro notices as the second hand slowly crosses over the twelve signally that it is twelve midnight.
Kencedro: You’re totally right. I don’t need a group of guys to back me up. I don’t need to be known as using weapons to secure my victories.
Honey places her magazine off of her bed, and onto the small cluttered nightstand beside of her. Honey slowly leans back, as she rests her head onto a fluffed pillow.
Honey Valentine: Drake, you have been called The Cancer of WCF. You vowed to me in the past that you will slowly infect your way to the top, and this time you better not disappoint me.
Kencedro gets a cocky smirk over his face, as he takes another glance at his wrestling gear, then another glance back to the clock hanging on the wall.
Honey Valentine slowly shuts her eyes, and she endures the silence that fills the room.
Honey Valentine: You have a big day in a couple of hours. But I know the Kencedro Impact will once again shake up the WCF locker room.
Kencedro slowly sits up from the chair in which he is sitting in, and slowly regains his balance onto his feet. Kencedro is seen grinning as he slowly walks over to a lamp that barley lights the entire room. Kencedro reaches under the lampshade, and turns the lamp off. The shows engulf the room, as Kencedro blindly makes his way over to the bed.
Kencedro: Creeping Death, I told you that there is no cure for The Cancer.
All noise within the room dies out, as the scene slowly fades to static.
Two egos are set to collide, at the next edition of Sunday Night Slam. What can result to such a war, we shall come to find out at the next viewing of Slam.
Drake Kencedro turns over a new leave, as he resigned the dotted line of his World Championship Federation contract. These two men are no strangers to the environment that is places above the ring. Where people soar from one side of the ring to the next. Where one wrong move, may be the move that cost you everything.
Kencedro is now back after a little over a month of in ring activity, and is said to be better than ever. A man is reborn, and is now back onto the same track that he once was. Kencedro is locking his sights onto the top of the corporate ladder, and head there he shall.
The scene opens up to a lone cheap hotel, on the outskirts of the town that the WCF headquarters stand. The room is dimly lit, as we can make out that Honey Valentine is sitting on the comfortable yet raggedy bed as she rummages through her luggage, as she appears to be looking for something. The camera circles the small room. As we then see Kencedro stand over near a small table, which lies in the corner of enclosed walls. Kencedro is seen opening his bag, as begins to pull out his wrestling gear piece by piece.
Honey Valentine: Where the hell is it?!
Kencedro: Where is what?
Honey Valentine: My freaking magazine!
Kencedro slightly rolls his eyes, as he continues to place his gear from his bag onto the table beside of him.
Kencedro: You and your lady readings.
Kencedro finishes up as he empties his bag completely, other than his dental, and facial accessories. The camera cuts back over to Honey Valentine as she finally pulls her magazine out of her luggage case.
Honey Valentine: Found it!
Kencedro is seen grinning, as he zips his duffle bag back up, and he places it on the ground beside of the table. Honey opens up her magazine, and quickly jumps into reading the articles among the many pages in the magazine. Kencedro pulls a chair out from under the table, and he slowly sits down into the chair, and he stares in a daze at his wrestling gear.
Kencedro: You know, of all places. I would have never thought that I would end up coming back to WCF.
Honey Valentine: What do you mean?
Honey Valentine flips through the pages of the magazine, as she still seems to be interested as to what Drake is saying.
Honey Valentine: WCF has some amazing talent.
Kencedro: What do you consider “amazing talent”?
Honey Valentine continues to look through her magazine, as she replies to Kencedro.
Honey Valentine: Well for one, Torture is still the World Champion. He beat Chino the other week, you know?
Kencedro chuckles at the moment he hears the name of Chino.
Kencedro: Please, Chino has been bitching about how he was going to take that title away from Torture since the day I joined Devastation Inc., and look at him now. Not only did he lose his World Title opportunity that night, but he also lost his little tag team championship with what’s his name…JackHammer?
Honey Valentine: Yeah…
Honey slowly drifts apart from the conversation, as she gets lost into piles among piles of hot, juicy celebrity weekly news. Honey lets go of a giggle as she continues to read, as Kencedro looks on in disgust.
Kencedro: How can you read that filth?
Honey Valentine: What do you mean filth?
Kencedro still remains in the daze as he stares down his wrestling gear.
Kencedro: Hear I am, ready to make my return to the WCF, and all you care about is silly Hollywood Rumors, you’re such a schoolgirl.
Valentine shrugs, as she flips the page to her magazine.
Honey Valentine: You have nothing to worry about. Remember two months ago, you debuted in WCF and screwed two men out of a shot for the Television Champion.
Kencedro slowly nods, and Valentine continues to refresh his WCF history.
Honey Valentine: Within the next week, you screwed JJ Biggs out of his Television Championship to help Nate Nytro become the new Television Champion.
Honey slowly closes her magazine, as she continues on.
Honey Valentine: You are Drake Kencedro, the biggest threat to the WCF roster to this very day. You will take no prisoners, and you will show everyone first hand when you make your WCF in ring return against the former Hardcore Champion…Creeping Death.
Kencedro shifts his eyes from his wrestling gear to a clock that hangs on the wall. Kencedro notices as the second hand slowly crosses over the twelve signally that it is twelve midnight.
Kencedro: You’re totally right. I don’t need a group of guys to back me up. I don’t need to be known as using weapons to secure my victories.
Honey places her magazine off of her bed, and onto the small cluttered nightstand beside of her. Honey slowly leans back, as she rests her head onto a fluffed pillow.
Honey Valentine: Drake, you have been called The Cancer of WCF. You vowed to me in the past that you will slowly infect your way to the top, and this time you better not disappoint me.
Kencedro gets a cocky smirk over his face, as he takes another glance at his wrestling gear, then another glance back to the clock hanging on the wall.
Honey Valentine slowly shuts her eyes, and she endures the silence that fills the room.
Honey Valentine: You have a big day in a couple of hours. But I know the Kencedro Impact will once again shake up the WCF locker room.
Kencedro slowly sits up from the chair in which he is sitting in, and slowly regains his balance onto his feet. Kencedro is seen grinning as he slowly walks over to a lamp that barley lights the entire room. Kencedro reaches under the lampshade, and turns the lamp off. The shows engulf the room, as Kencedro blindly makes his way over to the bed.
Kencedro: Creeping Death, I told you that there is no cure for The Cancer.
All noise within the room dies out, as the scene slowly fades to static.
Two egos are set to collide, at the next edition of Sunday Night Slam. What can result to such a war, we shall come to find out at the next viewing of Slam.
