Post by Kencedro on Sept 3, 2006 13:54:12 GMT -5
A broken pledge races through the mentality of one man. An unsuccessful attempt to put another man out of his misery, and ending his career crumbled within the hands of that man. The only thing this man could do as watch, as he finally faced his first defeat in this business he has grew to adore.
A broke pledge is all that is left, that is fueling the mind, body, and soul of this man, and somehow…this disappointment must come out.
Setting aside a minor downfall, this week the man is going to face a possible bigger challenge. Drake is now set to team with fellow Devastation Inc members as they set off to face members of the Team of Treachery. A man such as Drake Kencedro will be tossed into the ring with losers such as a man who failed to pin Torture to the mat, last week at Ultimate Showdown. A man who represents a stable of sheer power, but has is yet to do as he promised.
The scene opens up to building in which Sunday Slam is always broadcasted in each and every week. The backstage area is flooded with people, as they swarm the halls like ants trying to get everything ready before the show is aired later tonight. A few fellow roster members are seen within the busy workers, but one man sticks out in particular. Drake Kencedro is seen walking down the long stretched corridor, with his head hung low, and a duffle bag over his left shoulder. Drake slowly makes his way around the people, as he seems to be heading to his locker room. As Drake’s locker room is seen in his sight, fighting the crowd behind him Hank Brown is trying to meet up with Kencedro. Kencedro inches towards his locker room, as Hank Brown is hot on his trial. Drake slowly opens the door to his locker room as he sticks his arm in the room, and blankly feels around and turns on the light switch, Drake proceeds into the room, slamming the door into the face of Hank Brown. Drake heads over to a bench, where he instantly drops his bags, and takes a seat on a folding chair beside of the bench.
Here I am, a new week, as a new man. I’m not just facing Biggs this week; I have a flock of whole new idiots.
The commotion is heard from outside of the room, as Drake continues on.
I have a man who lost of Torture, and is the leader of the Team of Treachery. I’m also up against a sick freak who gets pleasure out of looking at lawn mowers. Have an idiot such as Lawnmower Jones as the Television Champion is a disgrace in my book for the WCF. I can’t forget about Nate Nytro, now can I.
Hank Brown seems to be beating on the door, trying to get Drake to open up and let him in.
If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Nytro would have never won the Television Championship in the first place. I got not even a thank you, yet I still continued on my career; And last, but certainly not least, Dake Ken. I mean come on, Drake Kencedro…Dake Ken…I debuted the same night he returned, this is just utter confusion.
Brown continues to beat on the door, but Drake just lets him go at it. Drake places his bag from on the bench, to on the floor, and he slowly begins to open it up.
Devastation Inc, is going to be the biggest force within WCF, mark my word. With the tag team championships in our possession, we will next move on to bigger goals. No one is going to be safe with Devastation Inc around. Tonight Satans Apprentice, Zafirah, Terry Cross, and I are going to make an impact here tonight, when we one up the Team of Treachery and move on to higher goals
Drake begins to pull out his wrestling gear, as he seems to be getting ready for his upcoming match up set for later tonight, the camera slowly zooms out, and fades to darkness.
A broke pledge is all that is left, that is fueling the mind, body, and soul of this man, and somehow…this disappointment must come out.
Setting aside a minor downfall, this week the man is going to face a possible bigger challenge. Drake is now set to team with fellow Devastation Inc members as they set off to face members of the Team of Treachery. A man such as Drake Kencedro will be tossed into the ring with losers such as a man who failed to pin Torture to the mat, last week at Ultimate Showdown. A man who represents a stable of sheer power, but has is yet to do as he promised.
The scene opens up to building in which Sunday Slam is always broadcasted in each and every week. The backstage area is flooded with people, as they swarm the halls like ants trying to get everything ready before the show is aired later tonight. A few fellow roster members are seen within the busy workers, but one man sticks out in particular. Drake Kencedro is seen walking down the long stretched corridor, with his head hung low, and a duffle bag over his left shoulder. Drake slowly makes his way around the people, as he seems to be heading to his locker room. As Drake’s locker room is seen in his sight, fighting the crowd behind him Hank Brown is trying to meet up with Kencedro. Kencedro inches towards his locker room, as Hank Brown is hot on his trial. Drake slowly opens the door to his locker room as he sticks his arm in the room, and blankly feels around and turns on the light switch, Drake proceeds into the room, slamming the door into the face of Hank Brown. Drake heads over to a bench, where he instantly drops his bags, and takes a seat on a folding chair beside of the bench.
Here I am, a new week, as a new man. I’m not just facing Biggs this week; I have a flock of whole new idiots.
The commotion is heard from outside of the room, as Drake continues on.
I have a man who lost of Torture, and is the leader of the Team of Treachery. I’m also up against a sick freak who gets pleasure out of looking at lawn mowers. Have an idiot such as Lawnmower Jones as the Television Champion is a disgrace in my book for the WCF. I can’t forget about Nate Nytro, now can I.
Hank Brown seems to be beating on the door, trying to get Drake to open up and let him in.
If it wasn’t for me, Mr. Nytro would have never won the Television Championship in the first place. I got not even a thank you, yet I still continued on my career; And last, but certainly not least, Dake Ken. I mean come on, Drake Kencedro…Dake Ken…I debuted the same night he returned, this is just utter confusion.
Brown continues to beat on the door, but Drake just lets him go at it. Drake places his bag from on the bench, to on the floor, and he slowly begins to open it up.
Devastation Inc, is going to be the biggest force within WCF, mark my word. With the tag team championships in our possession, we will next move on to bigger goals. No one is going to be safe with Devastation Inc around. Tonight Satans Apprentice, Zafirah, Terry Cross, and I are going to make an impact here tonight, when we one up the Team of Treachery and move on to higher goals
Drake begins to pull out his wrestling gear, as he seems to be getting ready for his upcoming match up set for later tonight, the camera slowly zooms out, and fades to darkness.
