Post by Dake Ken on Sept 20, 2006 23:56:09 GMT -5
*The shot opens up with Dake Ken sitting in a chair. He has a nice fancy maroon robe on. There is a black trimming around the edges. He is sitting in a large red leather chair. He has on a pair of red pajama pants that go well with some house shoes that he is wearing. He has on some odd round glasses. In his lap sits a book. In one raise hand a glass with some Brandy sits. He moves his arm in a circular motion now and again spinning the drink. He has a horribly smug look on his face ... you almost want to slap it off. It's that type of a look you think a person who makes far too much money would give you. That damn smirk. The room that Dake is in, has a lot of books in it. Shelf upon shelf of books. Books discussing a variety of topics. The room's feel has a very red feel. The maroon robe, the red pants, the red chair, the room has a very red tint to it. Everything is very red. It is almost strange in a way, the set up. Not ... normal what so ever. Dake twirls his drink and then sips it. He is now smiling a full faced smile. Looking at the camera.*
Dake Ken: Welllllll .... hello there kiddies. You know what. Today is an amazing day. A start. Something new. Oh yes, yes yes. Everything will be very easy to understand when I get done. Oh yes. Hahah. Oh yes.
*Dake's speech is very odd. He, by no means, is speaking in his normal voice. He has a type of ... mystical tone, letting the words just flow off his tounge as he is talking. Letting him fall right onto the floor, where they hit with a slight thud almost. However, he is not drunk, he simply is just speaking ... for lack of a better way to describe it ... drunkenly. Almost ... silly. He has no real point to any of his words either. They just seem to be the first thing that comes to his head, he just sits rambling. Making no real point at all, everything just keep concluding with a type of, "you'll see what I mean" feeling. Dake finally stops and then continues to look at the camera with that smug smirk. He chuckles a bit.*
Dake: I find it quite odd what words can do to people ... to yourself. They can ... well ... they can make you feel. They have such a deep meaning, if you look past the words really. The words that fill books, the words that fill pages of internet web sites. Words that another person, another human being has written. Taken the time to take these formations of simple lines, like these lines in this book, these lines which are bent in many way with different shapes, and then we place a value and a sound to each one ... then it becomes something. Something meaningful. Something that makes you think, it translates into something ... how odd. It makes meaning, sense, ... hard to explain. Hard for a mind to grasp. Because when we read these words we seem to forget a lot of things, meaning that is hidden in the words that you read. People just look at the book's cover, they don't look at the book's words. Just like judging a person by what they appear. Now that isn't fair is it? No it's not. So ... why would you do it to a book. There is more than meets the eye with these words ... one must pay attention. Everything has a point. Everything has a meaning. It's just opening up your mind to see it all. It's not that hard is it. Well ... for some maybe it is. Let us not forget the true point of all this though. I'm simply telling you to do something, to pay attention. I want everything to be clear ... crystal clear.
*Dake stands up. He sets the book in the chair. He walks to his right, he passes a green plant, which is a pretty sharp contrast to the red of the room, but at the same time, it works. He opens a door and walks out of the room. He is in his house. The simple living room, with it's off-white walls. Not much on anything, there is a couch, and a normal living area. There is a fire place, where no fire burns. It simply is just there. Dake walks up the stairs on his right. He slowly climbs them. His robe is a bit too long and it drags on the bottom of the stairs. He gets to the top. He walks down a hall and turns into a large room. There is a large TV set up. There are boxes with labels on them. "XGWO" "UWS" "WCF" They litter the room.*
Dake: You know Jack. I think you have some real talent. However, there is always one spot where people mess up against me. They just don't have it in the ring. No one does, don't get bent out of shape about it. Don't freak out or ... go sane ... or something. It's just a simple fact. No one in this business can match me in the ring. No matter what you do, in the ring, I will always be better than you ... I will always be one step ahead. Why? ... Because I already know what you are going to do. Because I'm in your mind, because I understand you like no other. Because past it all, no matter how much you talk, no matter what you say, no matter what actions you do out side of the ring. .... what you do in that ring, is the only things that matters to me. Because that's the only thing that matters in the end anyways. It doesn't matter if you are sane or insane. Of course you are just some punk wanting attention, you have nothing to lose so you simply say, "Oh I'm crazy." Which you justify by acting rude and breaking normal conduct of people. Let me tell you ... real original ... maybe next time you come up with a stupid gimmick ... oh you could eat worms and call yourself ... I dunno ... "The Boogeyman." A nice play off the children's scary man that comes and ... what ... kills them or something?
Meh. I'm getting off topic here.
Jack, the reason I've always had so much success in this business is a simple fact. I learn what you are going to do before you can do it. No matter what kind of match it is, no matter this no matter what. I come to understand you better than yourself, because for every move you make in that ring, I watch it and I make five notes of where you are going and what you are going to do next. That's the simple fact. So as you waste time with your foolish antic where you go about and you ... act rude ... sorry ... I mean where you act "insane" and what not ... I study what you are going to do ... when you are going to do it ... how you are going to do it ... why you are going to do it. It's simple. Why do you think that I've always been regarded as the top man. Why do you think that Logan doesn't want to wrestle me ... why do you think that everyone really honestly wants me as their friend?
I'm sure you are curious as to how I know all these things, how I learn them, what goes one ... well ... I'll show you.
*Dake walks over to a box. The label on the box says "WCF." Dake opens the box and pulls out a tape. He looks at it and walks over to the TV. He puts it in the VCR and turns on the TV. The match between Creeping Death and Jack of Blades comes on the TV. The match that Jack won.*
(The entire concept of Dake Ken's training has always been to come up with ways to learn about an his enemy. Just keeping to the saying of keep your friends ... etc. etc. It's a simple thought. The past never lies. Habits are hard to break, it all makes sense. That's Dake's winning method. It has always worked for him in the past and will continue to do so. He has proven how effective it is, and will forever continue to use it, until it proves to not work ... however ... everyone including Dake knows that it will continue to work. There will not be a day when the method of learning his opponent fails. It will always work, even if not the first time, there is not going to be a second failure. The method has worked on everyone that Dake has ever faced. X-Rated, Neo, Torture, there is a long list. Both from the XGWO and from WCF. Big names. Big wins.)
Dake: I'm sure you think to yourself, in that frantic paced brain of yours ... you should really just be more calm. Relax, smell the roses, the lovely smell. However, I'm sure you think that you can't be memorized. You're to complex a creature ...
Sure ...
You are just as complex as anyone else ... and I've found flaws in them all.
Don't think you're something new ... don't think I haven't seen others like you. Don't think. Because I already know.
Just because you think you see the world in a different light ... just because you think you have the technical in-ring skill ... just because you've gotten some quick success in this buisness doesn't mean shit. It really doesn't. I've been here, and I've been here much longer than you, and if there's anything I've learned, that everything changes when you go up against the best. When you go up against the top star of an industry. You've been in some big spots and what not. You've made a name. Hell, I'll go so far as to say you've got some talent, but you still don't understand.
You don't know who you're messing with.
You might be the hardcore champion, but you are far from great at the hardcore scene. I'm not saying that I'm a god of hardcore wrestling or anything.
Simply this ... you aren't going to enjoy this match.
Jack, you're just a kid ... a kid wasting time ... a kid wasting time on stupid antics ... a kid wasting time on stupid antics while I sit here and study you ... learn you ... get in your head. That ... "insane" head of yours. With your unique view of the world. You're unrealistic view. A man that gets caught up in his own lies. Lies that just ... you accept them as a fact.
You create this image you want to fit, so you fit is and become it ... however, you only can dress up as it in reality. It's just like Halloween. Think about it. You can't sit there and actually be a wizard or a witch, you can dress up as one, you can get a wand, or a broom. You can get a wizard or a witch hat. However, even if you imagine as hard as you can ... that doesn't make you a wizard or a witch. You can sit there and think that you are something special, Jack. You can sit there and think that you are "insane." You can sit and think you are one of a kind. Enlightened ... blah blah blah.
The point doesn't change.
You are really nothing in the end.
*Dake looks out of a large arching window. Light is spilling in through the blinds. The time of the day is dusk. The sky has a type of gold tint to it. The shadows on the ground are the blinds, and the outline of Dake. All get stretched out as the continue to creep up the floor. They rise to an insane height. Becoming figures that don't seem to belong to what they really are formed from. They have changed. They have morphed from what created them. The angle of the sun has caused them to stretch out and become disfigured and to become something that they truly are not. The shadows don't actually represent what made them. They don't fit at all. They simply are a type of false form. A form that is not at all fitting of what they are supposed to be. A lie. An exaggeration. Whatever one would like to call it. They aren't true to what they are. Dake looks out of this arching window, out into the world. There is a large hill out in the distance, the trees create the horizon. The sun is slightly above the tress. Dangling like a ball about them. Sending out it's golden rays into the world turning everything into gold. Coating it with light that transforms it into beauty.*
Dake: Don't believe you are something you're not Jack. Don't get caught up in your own words. Because words can only mean so much. Because while the words might have an original shape, they can get transformed into something they are not. They can change. They will be different in the end. There are examples of this in all the world. You just have to open you eyes. Open your eyes and see. Because right now you are quite foolish, and ... like I've been saying for a while ... you're nothing more than a fake.
*Dake walks back to the couch, his long shadow winding up the wall as he walks away from the window. He turns and looks at the TV. He realizes the glare that is caused from the light coming in and returns to the window. He looks out for a few moments once more before closing the window. He walks back to the couch and sits. On a small table to his left there is a notebook pad with a pin, he picks it up and beings making notes of the match between Creeping Death and Jack of Blades. He says something very soft.*
Dake: Funny ... how I should have to take notes on this match.
(This has always been something Dake has done and will always be something he will do. He hasn't changed much, because they way he has been has brought him success. This is how he does things now. They work. There is no reason to change. Dake knows the truth, and Dake knows his enemy just as well as he knows himself.)
Dake Ken: Welllllll .... hello there kiddies. You know what. Today is an amazing day. A start. Something new. Oh yes, yes yes. Everything will be very easy to understand when I get done. Oh yes. Hahah. Oh yes.
*Dake's speech is very odd. He, by no means, is speaking in his normal voice. He has a type of ... mystical tone, letting the words just flow off his tounge as he is talking. Letting him fall right onto the floor, where they hit with a slight thud almost. However, he is not drunk, he simply is just speaking ... for lack of a better way to describe it ... drunkenly. Almost ... silly. He has no real point to any of his words either. They just seem to be the first thing that comes to his head, he just sits rambling. Making no real point at all, everything just keep concluding with a type of, "you'll see what I mean" feeling. Dake finally stops and then continues to look at the camera with that smug smirk. He chuckles a bit.*
Dake: I find it quite odd what words can do to people ... to yourself. They can ... well ... they can make you feel. They have such a deep meaning, if you look past the words really. The words that fill books, the words that fill pages of internet web sites. Words that another person, another human being has written. Taken the time to take these formations of simple lines, like these lines in this book, these lines which are bent in many way with different shapes, and then we place a value and a sound to each one ... then it becomes something. Something meaningful. Something that makes you think, it translates into something ... how odd. It makes meaning, sense, ... hard to explain. Hard for a mind to grasp. Because when we read these words we seem to forget a lot of things, meaning that is hidden in the words that you read. People just look at the book's cover, they don't look at the book's words. Just like judging a person by what they appear. Now that isn't fair is it? No it's not. So ... why would you do it to a book. There is more than meets the eye with these words ... one must pay attention. Everything has a point. Everything has a meaning. It's just opening up your mind to see it all. It's not that hard is it. Well ... for some maybe it is. Let us not forget the true point of all this though. I'm simply telling you to do something, to pay attention. I want everything to be clear ... crystal clear.
*Dake stands up. He sets the book in the chair. He walks to his right, he passes a green plant, which is a pretty sharp contrast to the red of the room, but at the same time, it works. He opens a door and walks out of the room. He is in his house. The simple living room, with it's off-white walls. Not much on anything, there is a couch, and a normal living area. There is a fire place, where no fire burns. It simply is just there. Dake walks up the stairs on his right. He slowly climbs them. His robe is a bit too long and it drags on the bottom of the stairs. He gets to the top. He walks down a hall and turns into a large room. There is a large TV set up. There are boxes with labels on them. "XGWO" "UWS" "WCF" They litter the room.*
Dake: You know Jack. I think you have some real talent. However, there is always one spot where people mess up against me. They just don't have it in the ring. No one does, don't get bent out of shape about it. Don't freak out or ... go sane ... or something. It's just a simple fact. No one in this business can match me in the ring. No matter what you do, in the ring, I will always be better than you ... I will always be one step ahead. Why? ... Because I already know what you are going to do. Because I'm in your mind, because I understand you like no other. Because past it all, no matter how much you talk, no matter what you say, no matter what actions you do out side of the ring. .... what you do in that ring, is the only things that matters to me. Because that's the only thing that matters in the end anyways. It doesn't matter if you are sane or insane. Of course you are just some punk wanting attention, you have nothing to lose so you simply say, "Oh I'm crazy." Which you justify by acting rude and breaking normal conduct of people. Let me tell you ... real original ... maybe next time you come up with a stupid gimmick ... oh you could eat worms and call yourself ... I dunno ... "The Boogeyman." A nice play off the children's scary man that comes and ... what ... kills them or something?
Meh. I'm getting off topic here.
Jack, the reason I've always had so much success in this business is a simple fact. I learn what you are going to do before you can do it. No matter what kind of match it is, no matter this no matter what. I come to understand you better than yourself, because for every move you make in that ring, I watch it and I make five notes of where you are going and what you are going to do next. That's the simple fact. So as you waste time with your foolish antic where you go about and you ... act rude ... sorry ... I mean where you act "insane" and what not ... I study what you are going to do ... when you are going to do it ... how you are going to do it ... why you are going to do it. It's simple. Why do you think that I've always been regarded as the top man. Why do you think that Logan doesn't want to wrestle me ... why do you think that everyone really honestly wants me as their friend?
I'm sure you are curious as to how I know all these things, how I learn them, what goes one ... well ... I'll show you.
*Dake walks over to a box. The label on the box says "WCF." Dake opens the box and pulls out a tape. He looks at it and walks over to the TV. He puts it in the VCR and turns on the TV. The match between Creeping Death and Jack of Blades comes on the TV. The match that Jack won.*
(The entire concept of Dake Ken's training has always been to come up with ways to learn about an his enemy. Just keeping to the saying of keep your friends ... etc. etc. It's a simple thought. The past never lies. Habits are hard to break, it all makes sense. That's Dake's winning method. It has always worked for him in the past and will continue to do so. He has proven how effective it is, and will forever continue to use it, until it proves to not work ... however ... everyone including Dake knows that it will continue to work. There will not be a day when the method of learning his opponent fails. It will always work, even if not the first time, there is not going to be a second failure. The method has worked on everyone that Dake has ever faced. X-Rated, Neo, Torture, there is a long list. Both from the XGWO and from WCF. Big names. Big wins.)
Dake: I'm sure you think to yourself, in that frantic paced brain of yours ... you should really just be more calm. Relax, smell the roses, the lovely smell. However, I'm sure you think that you can't be memorized. You're to complex a creature ...
Sure ...
You are just as complex as anyone else ... and I've found flaws in them all.
Don't think you're something new ... don't think I haven't seen others like you. Don't think. Because I already know.
Just because you think you see the world in a different light ... just because you think you have the technical in-ring skill ... just because you've gotten some quick success in this buisness doesn't mean shit. It really doesn't. I've been here, and I've been here much longer than you, and if there's anything I've learned, that everything changes when you go up against the best. When you go up against the top star of an industry. You've been in some big spots and what not. You've made a name. Hell, I'll go so far as to say you've got some talent, but you still don't understand.
You don't know who you're messing with.
You might be the hardcore champion, but you are far from great at the hardcore scene. I'm not saying that I'm a god of hardcore wrestling or anything.
Simply this ... you aren't going to enjoy this match.
Jack, you're just a kid ... a kid wasting time ... a kid wasting time on stupid antics ... a kid wasting time on stupid antics while I sit here and study you ... learn you ... get in your head. That ... "insane" head of yours. With your unique view of the world. You're unrealistic view. A man that gets caught up in his own lies. Lies that just ... you accept them as a fact.
You create this image you want to fit, so you fit is and become it ... however, you only can dress up as it in reality. It's just like Halloween. Think about it. You can't sit there and actually be a wizard or a witch, you can dress up as one, you can get a wand, or a broom. You can get a wizard or a witch hat. However, even if you imagine as hard as you can ... that doesn't make you a wizard or a witch. You can sit there and think that you are something special, Jack. You can sit there and think that you are "insane." You can sit and think you are one of a kind. Enlightened ... blah blah blah.
The point doesn't change.
You are really nothing in the end.
*Dake looks out of a large arching window. Light is spilling in through the blinds. The time of the day is dusk. The sky has a type of gold tint to it. The shadows on the ground are the blinds, and the outline of Dake. All get stretched out as the continue to creep up the floor. They rise to an insane height. Becoming figures that don't seem to belong to what they really are formed from. They have changed. They have morphed from what created them. The angle of the sun has caused them to stretch out and become disfigured and to become something that they truly are not. The shadows don't actually represent what made them. They don't fit at all. They simply are a type of false form. A form that is not at all fitting of what they are supposed to be. A lie. An exaggeration. Whatever one would like to call it. They aren't true to what they are. Dake looks out of this arching window, out into the world. There is a large hill out in the distance, the trees create the horizon. The sun is slightly above the tress. Dangling like a ball about them. Sending out it's golden rays into the world turning everything into gold. Coating it with light that transforms it into beauty.*
Dake: Don't believe you are something you're not Jack. Don't get caught up in your own words. Because words can only mean so much. Because while the words might have an original shape, they can get transformed into something they are not. They can change. They will be different in the end. There are examples of this in all the world. You just have to open you eyes. Open your eyes and see. Because right now you are quite foolish, and ... like I've been saying for a while ... you're nothing more than a fake.
*Dake walks back to the couch, his long shadow winding up the wall as he walks away from the window. He turns and looks at the TV. He realizes the glare that is caused from the light coming in and returns to the window. He looks out for a few moments once more before closing the window. He walks back to the couch and sits. On a small table to his left there is a notebook pad with a pin, he picks it up and beings making notes of the match between Creeping Death and Jack of Blades. He says something very soft.*
Dake: Funny ... how I should have to take notes on this match.
(This has always been something Dake has done and will always be something he will do. He hasn't changed much, because they way he has been has brought him success. This is how he does things now. They work. There is no reason to change. Dake knows the truth, and Dake knows his enemy just as well as he knows himself.)
