Post by Dake Ken on Oct 21, 2006 22:53:51 GMT -5
*The shot opens up in a local grocery store. There are many people walking around looking at different items to buy and gorge themselves with. Fresh meats that have just been sliced. Fresh produce. Candy, drinks, everything. It's all here. People of all different shapes and sizes are walking around. Looking at the different food. There are some people in the store that have small tables set up. Offering free food to people. So they can consume some food right then and there at no cost. In this large group of people, pushing his shopping cart around, is Dake Ken. He has a hoodie on. The hood is over his head and he is trying to stay slightly out of sight. He is walking around looking down different rows. He heads to the back of the store first. He goes to milk and opens the freezer door. Some people look over at him as if they have seen him, but they almost shrug it off. Dake just keeps his head down. Trying to stay out of notice ... for the most part at least. He puts the milk in his cart and continues on. Not making any eye contact, just keeping his head down and continuing on. Trying to just get through this shopping experience. However a young kid stops Dake. Recognizing who he is. The young boy begins to engage in conversation.*
Boy: Hey ... I know who you are! I've seen you on TV!
Dake: You have ... have you?
Boy: Yep yep.
Dake: Then who am I?
Boy: Dake Ken.
Dake: ... You got me.
Boy: What are you doing here?
Dake: The same thing you and your family are doing. I'm getting food.
Boy: You need food.
Dake: Of course, I'm just like everyone else.
Boy: No you're not. Other people are nice you're a jerk.
Dake: Why would you think that.
Boy: It's what everyone says.
Dake: Where have you heard this.
Boy: Well ... you said it too.
Dake: Well, you have to see. Not everything I say is always true.
Boy: So what if you are lying about the food. Is someone here that you want to beat up?
Dake: Ummm ... no. Would you like an autograph?
Boy: But you said that not everything you say is true, how can I trust you?
Dake: I don't know ... would you like an autograph?
Boy: I mean, how do I even know if you're Dake Ken now.
Dake: *answering quicker and quicker* I'm not I'm his brother, do you want an autograph?
Boy: But ..
Dake: Here, what's you're name?
Boy: Timmy.
Dake: Alright Timmy.
*Dake pulls out a piece of paper and beings to scribble his signature on the piece of paper. He hands it to the boy who seems to forget any of the previous conversation and runs off. Dake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He turns around only to see another fan has come up. This kid is older than Timmy. He's probably 19. He's a total surfer. Only a pseudo-surfer. He has long hair and board shorts on. He has a shirt that is advertising a surfboard. Dake looks at him ... knowing what is coming.*
Guy: Dood, man what's up. Dood, are you lyke ... Dake Ken man?
Dake: Sure.
Guy: Doooood, man. I'm lyke a fan dood.
Dake: Awesome ... wha
Guy: *cutting Dake off* Man I've lyke got to tell ya. Dood, lyke, you're lyke so an inspiration and stuff man.
Dake: Awesome ... do you ...
Guy: *Cutting Dake off again* Man lyke, do you lyke think that lyke ... one day ... I could lyke ... be a wrestler man?
Dake: Sure if you ... put your mind and body to it ... and yada yada and whatnot.
*Dake is starting to look around to make sure that no one else is coming to talk to him.*
Guy: Dood, cause lyke it's totally lyke, my dream to lyke be a wrestler man.
Dake: That great man, you want an autograph?
Guy: Cause lyke man, it'd be awesome to be lyke infront of so many people. You know dood.
Dake: *Answering flatly* Yeah dude.
Guy: Yeah man, totally.
Dake: Totally.
Guy: Dood, you're freakin' rad man, so you think I could do it.
Dake: Totally dood, go fer it.
Guy: Dood, that's wicked rad man. Freakin' dood.
Dake: *Cutting him off* You want an autograph.
Guy: Dood that would lyke rock man cause lyke ..
Dake: *Cutting him off again* What's your name.
Guy: Steve man.
*Dake pulls out another piece of paper and begins to scribble. He hands the peice of paper to Steve who just stands there and oogles at it for a moment or six before pocketing the peice of paper and walking off ... totally happy. Dake leans against his cart. He looks in it and sees that he only has his milk in there. Feeling that he might be working at a lost cause he takes the milk out and puts it back in the freezer. He grabs his cart and starts to head off. He is about to make it back to the main action alley, from there he could basically leave, however he is stopped by another man.*
Man: Dake Ken.
Dake: Random fan.
Man: My name is Rick.
Dake: Hey Rick.
Rick: You know ... you're not the same anymore.
Dake: ... What?
Rick: I'm sick of watching you now man. You're not the same Dake Ken we all remember. I mean ... look at you man. You're almost a joke of what you were. There's not much of a comparison anymore. You have changed and I'm not talking about just recently though man. You were different the time you were in WCF before this.
Dake: Well ... I appreciate the thought I geuss ... however you have no idea what goes on behind the scenes so I mean ...
Rick: *cutting Dake off* Well, you reveal enough about what goes on for us to get a vauge picture. Who gives a damn about that stuff anyways. You're not even the same in the ring. Hell, half the time it doesn't even look like you show up. Looks like you just half ass it. Looks like you don't give a damn. Looks like you're old and washed up.
Dake: Now wait just a damn minute.
Rick: No, you should listen. You've been doing a lot of bitching lately so why can't I.
Dake: ... Look man, you don't have a clue. Do you want an au...
Rick: Obviously you don't have a clue.
Dake: You can't be serious.
Rick: You need to understand that the Dake you are now sucks.
Dake: No! you look here. Why would I want to go back to the old me. Why would I want to go back to the power hungry Dake Ken who was here to totally dominate. Why would I want to go back to the elitest Dake Ken. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who didn't give a damn about anything but winning and taking over the WCF with his friends. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who was the last XGWO World Champion. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who thought about himself before anyone else. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who focused on taking everyone and making them know that they were second best, and nothing compared to the Elite. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who created the most dominate force in wrestling. A force that was more dominate than any reincarnation of ToT. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who was vicious and uncaring. Why would I want to do any of that. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who wouldn't lie down for anyone and take any shit from anyone. Why, you tell me, why would I want to go back to that. Why should I change. Why should I change from this Dake Ken who just lets his number one contendership spot sit and collect dust. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who could have requested a title shot at any time and gotten it and won. By the way, the only reason I never asked for one was because I knew that XGWO was opening and there was no way that I was going to dig my way out of that kind of legal hole, having a competing brand's belt on another promotion's show. Yeah right. However, why ... why would I go back to that Dake Ken. That Dake Ken that was a leader. A fighter. A power craving bastard. Why?
Rick: You tell me.
Dake: ...
*Dake gives Rick a slight smirk and walks right on past him. He stops and turns around.*
Dake: Would you like an autograph?
*Fade out.*
Boy: Hey ... I know who you are! I've seen you on TV!
Dake: You have ... have you?
Boy: Yep yep.
Dake: Then who am I?
Boy: Dake Ken.
Dake: ... You got me.
Boy: What are you doing here?
Dake: The same thing you and your family are doing. I'm getting food.
Boy: You need food.
Dake: Of course, I'm just like everyone else.
Boy: No you're not. Other people are nice you're a jerk.
Dake: Why would you think that.
Boy: It's what everyone says.
Dake: Where have you heard this.
Boy: Well ... you said it too.
Dake: Well, you have to see. Not everything I say is always true.
Boy: So what if you are lying about the food. Is someone here that you want to beat up?
Dake: Ummm ... no. Would you like an autograph?
Boy: But you said that not everything you say is true, how can I trust you?
Dake: I don't know ... would you like an autograph?
Boy: I mean, how do I even know if you're Dake Ken now.
Dake: *answering quicker and quicker* I'm not I'm his brother, do you want an autograph?
Boy: But ..
Dake: Here, what's you're name?
Boy: Timmy.
Dake: Alright Timmy.
*Dake pulls out a piece of paper and beings to scribble his signature on the piece of paper. He hands it to the boy who seems to forget any of the previous conversation and runs off. Dake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He turns around only to see another fan has come up. This kid is older than Timmy. He's probably 19. He's a total surfer. Only a pseudo-surfer. He has long hair and board shorts on. He has a shirt that is advertising a surfboard. Dake looks at him ... knowing what is coming.*
Guy: Dood, man what's up. Dood, are you lyke ... Dake Ken man?
Dake: Sure.
Guy: Doooood, man. I'm lyke a fan dood.
Dake: Awesome ... wha
Guy: *cutting Dake off* Man I've lyke got to tell ya. Dood, lyke, you're lyke so an inspiration and stuff man.
Dake: Awesome ... do you ...
Guy: *Cutting Dake off again* Man lyke, do you lyke think that lyke ... one day ... I could lyke ... be a wrestler man?
Dake: Sure if you ... put your mind and body to it ... and yada yada and whatnot.
*Dake is starting to look around to make sure that no one else is coming to talk to him.*
Guy: Dood, cause lyke it's totally lyke, my dream to lyke be a wrestler man.
Dake: That great man, you want an autograph?
Guy: Cause lyke man, it'd be awesome to be lyke infront of so many people. You know dood.
Dake: *Answering flatly* Yeah dude.
Guy: Yeah man, totally.
Dake: Totally.
Guy: Dood, you're freakin' rad man, so you think I could do it.
Dake: Totally dood, go fer it.
Guy: Dood, that's wicked rad man. Freakin' dood.
Dake: *Cutting him off* You want an autograph.
Guy: Dood that would lyke rock man cause lyke ..
Dake: *Cutting him off again* What's your name.
Guy: Steve man.
*Dake pulls out another piece of paper and begins to scribble. He hands the peice of paper to Steve who just stands there and oogles at it for a moment or six before pocketing the peice of paper and walking off ... totally happy. Dake leans against his cart. He looks in it and sees that he only has his milk in there. Feeling that he might be working at a lost cause he takes the milk out and puts it back in the freezer. He grabs his cart and starts to head off. He is about to make it back to the main action alley, from there he could basically leave, however he is stopped by another man.*
Man: Dake Ken.
Dake: Random fan.
Man: My name is Rick.
Dake: Hey Rick.
Rick: You know ... you're not the same anymore.
Dake: ... What?
Rick: I'm sick of watching you now man. You're not the same Dake Ken we all remember. I mean ... look at you man. You're almost a joke of what you were. There's not much of a comparison anymore. You have changed and I'm not talking about just recently though man. You were different the time you were in WCF before this.
Dake: Well ... I appreciate the thought I geuss ... however you have no idea what goes on behind the scenes so I mean ...
Rick: *cutting Dake off* Well, you reveal enough about what goes on for us to get a vauge picture. Who gives a damn about that stuff anyways. You're not even the same in the ring. Hell, half the time it doesn't even look like you show up. Looks like you just half ass it. Looks like you don't give a damn. Looks like you're old and washed up.
Dake: Now wait just a damn minute.
Rick: No, you should listen. You've been doing a lot of bitching lately so why can't I.
Dake: ... Look man, you don't have a clue. Do you want an au...
Rick: Obviously you don't have a clue.
Dake: You can't be serious.
Rick: You need to understand that the Dake you are now sucks.
Dake: No! you look here. Why would I want to go back to the old me. Why would I want to go back to the power hungry Dake Ken who was here to totally dominate. Why would I want to go back to the elitest Dake Ken. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who didn't give a damn about anything but winning and taking over the WCF with his friends. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who was the last XGWO World Champion. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who thought about himself before anyone else. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who focused on taking everyone and making them know that they were second best, and nothing compared to the Elite. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who created the most dominate force in wrestling. A force that was more dominate than any reincarnation of ToT. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who was vicious and uncaring. Why would I want to do any of that. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who wouldn't lie down for anyone and take any shit from anyone. Why, you tell me, why would I want to go back to that. Why should I change. Why should I change from this Dake Ken who just lets his number one contendership spot sit and collect dust. Why would I want to go back to the Dake Ken who could have requested a title shot at any time and gotten it and won. By the way, the only reason I never asked for one was because I knew that XGWO was opening and there was no way that I was going to dig my way out of that kind of legal hole, having a competing brand's belt on another promotion's show. Yeah right. However, why ... why would I go back to that Dake Ken. That Dake Ken that was a leader. A fighter. A power craving bastard. Why?
Rick: You tell me.
Dake: ...
*Dake gives Rick a slight smirk and walks right on past him. He stops and turns around.*
Dake: Would you like an autograph?
*Fade out.*
