Post by Dake Ken on Nov 4, 2006 2:26:26 GMT -5
**The shot opens up with Dake Ken sitting in a ... odd type of room. The walls are all wooden ... it's a sauna. There is a thick white steam in the air. Dake sits against the far wall, with his head tilted back. He has a towel covering his ... personal area ... and that is all ... seemingly. In all honesty you can't tell if he's wearing anything under the towle or not ... Beads of sweat fall from Dake's forehead and fall back on the bench or ledge he is sitting on. He breathing is rhythmic. Very paced. Dake's hair is wet and dripping as well. Usually dark brown, it is now very very black. The shot moves to above his face. Seeing every line. His eyes are closed. After a moment or so, he opens them. His eyes are a type of light sky blue. He looks up for a moment, befor letting out a sigh and shutting his eyes again. He then stands up.
He walks out of the sauna and into a large area with an indoor pool. A few people are swimming laps in a regulation sized pool. Dake walks past and walks out some sliding doors. He walks down a hallway and into a locker room. The camera does not follow. Dake's body language seems to let of that he is not in the best of moods. His walk from the sauna to the locker room was very quick and very stiff. It seems as though the idea of getting into a sauna was relax him, however is seems to not have worked. He seems to be a bit more on edge than normal. A million thoughts eating away at him every moment.*
(Dake isn't really one to dwell to much, however, when there is something that is really getting him ... putting him in a major funk, it starts to show. Everyone is quickly able to see his mood change, from a cocky, egotistical ... self loving bastard, to a much more quite guy, who just sits there and constantly thinks. Dake is a thinking man anyways. He loves to plan. However, when something gets in his way ... those plans get skewed. He thinks about the situation he is in, and pays it much mind. Going over why he is in the situation he is in, and why the plan he had didn't work. Always going over and over and analyzing and breaking things down. Trying to understand every little last bit of everything. That is Dake's ... downfall in a way.)
*A loud crashing noise is heard from the locker room.*
Dake: FUCK!
*Dake comes out of the locker room. He has a pair of shorts on and t-shirt. He is walking very fast and very stiff. He seems to be very uptight and very ... on edge.*
Dake: This is all so stupid. All of it. Everything that is going on now.
*Dake walks through the hall way, every step just as stiff and hard as the one before it ... untill he gets to the lobby, where he turns sharply and walks out the doors to the parking lot. He's been at a gym/spa type place. A nice place, pretty big. Looks like some place he just found in town. He walks over to his car and leans against it.*
Dake: You know, this place doesn't make sense. I don't understand why all this stupid shit happens. You know it's funny, because I find myself in this team. This new group of some old faces that really are on the top of their game. It's all played up huge. They beg me to join up with them ... and then ... when I get there ... you know what the hell happens? They sit there. They just sit there and look at me ... like I'm supposed to be some type of ... hit man. You know, I'm so pissed off ... because ... I have these guys ... who baiscally let me just get my ass handed to me week in and week out .. I mean ... just look at Sunday ... where the hell was my help. I had nothing ... not a damn thing. It makes no sense. None of it. I didn't get a damn thing. These guys go after me so hard, and then use me. The whore me out ... I'm not supposed to care though. I'm Dake Ken ... screw it right. No one really cares, because ... I'm Dake Ken.
Well fuck it man. I'm sick of the shit. I'm sick of some clown, some bastard who acts like a clown, running around and saying stupid things, and getting all this attention for it. I'm sick of Torture thinking he is so damn great when, in all reality, he couldn't do anything on his own if he tried, and now that he has no one, he will fail. I'm sick of Logan, ... because he's just a dumb ass. I'm sick of these new faces that don't know anything.
It's all really gotten to me. I'm sick of teammates ... who don't help each other out. ... Creeping Death.
What the hell was going on Sunday ... eh? What the hell. You let me get embarrassed ... again ... by the ToT? Creeps ... trust me ... I have a great deal of respect for you, because I watch you go from a good wrestler to one of the main faces of this company. I mean ... you've always been a staple ... however, I was able to see you go from a trusted guy, to a real star. However ... it doesn't mean I agree with everything you do. Nor does it mean that I am going to hold back on you this Sunday. Because when I think about it. When I truly think about it ... I see what The New Dynasty was. The New Dynasty was a way to keep some decent main stay guys on top and in the spot light while some really good talent came up. While Logan came back. That's what it was. You used me ... you used me and then left me to rot. There was no support, I realize, from you or the other guys.
Whatever though. That's fine. Because, in all honesty, I would have done it ... if I was on the level you are. I mean ... as far as talent goes. I don't really have to worry about bringing someone in to keep up and pick up the slack for me. Because that's what I did with The New Dynasty, or at least that was my role in the start. After that ... after I got worn down, you all just left me to rot. When did anyone ever run to my aid. When did anyone actually stand up for me. I was a hired gun, and I saw right through it.
I've had to deal with so much lately. I've had to deal with that fool Jack of Blades, who wants to ignore the past, but can't get over the fact that, once again, he got lucky. I've had to deal with his meaningless talk, and trust me, although he thinks he said something meaningful to me last week, all I heard was him avoiding the fact that he wouldn't be able to actually take me one on one in a normal match. He simply just pointed out the fact that the name of our group happened to be a paradox, and while it was ... if the fool were to look in the mirror he would see that he was in a team ... or traitors. His words mean nothing. He feels as though I dwell in the past ... well the past does mean something, but I need not really rely on talking about my days in The Elite or talking about the XGWO, because that doesn't mean anything to him. However ... all he has to do, is look back to everytime I've planted my foot right up against his face ... and bitch kicked him ... to see why the past means something. He just has to look back and see that he has nothing on me in the ring, and that he has never even faced me in a normal match. That's it.
*Dake has really started to relax now. Venting always helps. While his words were very fast and loud at first there is a very type of ... typical Dake Ken coming back into his words now. Cocky ... arrogant. The Dake Ken that everyone knows. The Dake Ken that's been missing for some time.*
Dake: You know Creeps, you really come out looking the best in all of this. I mean ... you order around Nytro ... but know one really knows. You hide behind me ... but no one really knows ... then your best friend turns on you ... and people can't help but feel heart broken for you. ... Cry me a river. You simply used some people that trusted you ... IE ... me ... and then you got screwed over for it ... karma if you ask me.
Certainly seems like it eh?
*Dake smirks.*
Dake: You poor bastard. I still respect you ... I still know that you're a great wrestler ... but god help your soul when I get the chance to drop you on your neck this Sunday. Because so help me god. I will. I'll drop you on your neck, and I'll enjoy every last moment of it. Because I get the chance to take all this frustration out on you ... that has been building up since you have brought me into this trap of yours. To use to me to get The New Dynasty over, and then leave me on the front lines by myself.
I know you're thoughts are on Torture, because of the backstabbing that no one saw coming ... or whatever ... but you should really think about me first ... because ... if you aren't ready ...
You'll wish that Torture had just ended your career last Sunday.
... Creeps.
*Dake chuckles and hops into his car. He backs out and drives off. The shot fades out.*
He walks out of the sauna and into a large area with an indoor pool. A few people are swimming laps in a regulation sized pool. Dake walks past and walks out some sliding doors. He walks down a hallway and into a locker room. The camera does not follow. Dake's body language seems to let of that he is not in the best of moods. His walk from the sauna to the locker room was very quick and very stiff. It seems as though the idea of getting into a sauna was relax him, however is seems to not have worked. He seems to be a bit more on edge than normal. A million thoughts eating away at him every moment.*
(Dake isn't really one to dwell to much, however, when there is something that is really getting him ... putting him in a major funk, it starts to show. Everyone is quickly able to see his mood change, from a cocky, egotistical ... self loving bastard, to a much more quite guy, who just sits there and constantly thinks. Dake is a thinking man anyways. He loves to plan. However, when something gets in his way ... those plans get skewed. He thinks about the situation he is in, and pays it much mind. Going over why he is in the situation he is in, and why the plan he had didn't work. Always going over and over and analyzing and breaking things down. Trying to understand every little last bit of everything. That is Dake's ... downfall in a way.)
*A loud crashing noise is heard from the locker room.*
Dake: FUCK!
*Dake comes out of the locker room. He has a pair of shorts on and t-shirt. He is walking very fast and very stiff. He seems to be very uptight and very ... on edge.*
Dake: This is all so stupid. All of it. Everything that is going on now.
*Dake walks through the hall way, every step just as stiff and hard as the one before it ... untill he gets to the lobby, where he turns sharply and walks out the doors to the parking lot. He's been at a gym/spa type place. A nice place, pretty big. Looks like some place he just found in town. He walks over to his car and leans against it.*
Dake: You know, this place doesn't make sense. I don't understand why all this stupid shit happens. You know it's funny, because I find myself in this team. This new group of some old faces that really are on the top of their game. It's all played up huge. They beg me to join up with them ... and then ... when I get there ... you know what the hell happens? They sit there. They just sit there and look at me ... like I'm supposed to be some type of ... hit man. You know, I'm so pissed off ... because ... I have these guys ... who baiscally let me just get my ass handed to me week in and week out .. I mean ... just look at Sunday ... where the hell was my help. I had nothing ... not a damn thing. It makes no sense. None of it. I didn't get a damn thing. These guys go after me so hard, and then use me. The whore me out ... I'm not supposed to care though. I'm Dake Ken ... screw it right. No one really cares, because ... I'm Dake Ken.
Well fuck it man. I'm sick of the shit. I'm sick of some clown, some bastard who acts like a clown, running around and saying stupid things, and getting all this attention for it. I'm sick of Torture thinking he is so damn great when, in all reality, he couldn't do anything on his own if he tried, and now that he has no one, he will fail. I'm sick of Logan, ... because he's just a dumb ass. I'm sick of these new faces that don't know anything.
It's all really gotten to me. I'm sick of teammates ... who don't help each other out. ... Creeping Death.
What the hell was going on Sunday ... eh? What the hell. You let me get embarrassed ... again ... by the ToT? Creeps ... trust me ... I have a great deal of respect for you, because I watch you go from a good wrestler to one of the main faces of this company. I mean ... you've always been a staple ... however, I was able to see you go from a trusted guy, to a real star. However ... it doesn't mean I agree with everything you do. Nor does it mean that I am going to hold back on you this Sunday. Because when I think about it. When I truly think about it ... I see what The New Dynasty was. The New Dynasty was a way to keep some decent main stay guys on top and in the spot light while some really good talent came up. While Logan came back. That's what it was. You used me ... you used me and then left me to rot. There was no support, I realize, from you or the other guys.
Whatever though. That's fine. Because, in all honesty, I would have done it ... if I was on the level you are. I mean ... as far as talent goes. I don't really have to worry about bringing someone in to keep up and pick up the slack for me. Because that's what I did with The New Dynasty, or at least that was my role in the start. After that ... after I got worn down, you all just left me to rot. When did anyone ever run to my aid. When did anyone actually stand up for me. I was a hired gun, and I saw right through it.
I've had to deal with so much lately. I've had to deal with that fool Jack of Blades, who wants to ignore the past, but can't get over the fact that, once again, he got lucky. I've had to deal with his meaningless talk, and trust me, although he thinks he said something meaningful to me last week, all I heard was him avoiding the fact that he wouldn't be able to actually take me one on one in a normal match. He simply just pointed out the fact that the name of our group happened to be a paradox, and while it was ... if the fool were to look in the mirror he would see that he was in a team ... or traitors. His words mean nothing. He feels as though I dwell in the past ... well the past does mean something, but I need not really rely on talking about my days in The Elite or talking about the XGWO, because that doesn't mean anything to him. However ... all he has to do, is look back to everytime I've planted my foot right up against his face ... and bitch kicked him ... to see why the past means something. He just has to look back and see that he has nothing on me in the ring, and that he has never even faced me in a normal match. That's it.
*Dake has really started to relax now. Venting always helps. While his words were very fast and loud at first there is a very type of ... typical Dake Ken coming back into his words now. Cocky ... arrogant. The Dake Ken that everyone knows. The Dake Ken that's been missing for some time.*
Dake: You know Creeps, you really come out looking the best in all of this. I mean ... you order around Nytro ... but know one really knows. You hide behind me ... but no one really knows ... then your best friend turns on you ... and people can't help but feel heart broken for you. ... Cry me a river. You simply used some people that trusted you ... IE ... me ... and then you got screwed over for it ... karma if you ask me.
Certainly seems like it eh?
*Dake smirks.*
Dake: You poor bastard. I still respect you ... I still know that you're a great wrestler ... but god help your soul when I get the chance to drop you on your neck this Sunday. Because so help me god. I will. I'll drop you on your neck, and I'll enjoy every last moment of it. Because I get the chance to take all this frustration out on you ... that has been building up since you have brought me into this trap of yours. To use to me to get The New Dynasty over, and then leave me on the front lines by myself.
I know you're thoughts are on Torture, because of the backstabbing that no one saw coming ... or whatever ... but you should really think about me first ... because ... if you aren't ready ...
You'll wish that Torture had just ended your career last Sunday.
... Creeps.
*Dake chuckles and hops into his car. He backs out and drives off. The shot fades out.*
