Post by Dake Ken on May 18, 2009 16:24:24 GMT -5
*Dake is sitting backstage for Slam. He sits in his locker room, head down with his heavily taped hands on his head. He takes a deep breath and leans back, exhaling as he runs his fingers through his hair. He runs his eyes and lets out a little chuckle.*
(Dake has not been in a very good mood since he lost his chance at the title shot. He feels that Reb is a fraud and the victory is a fluke, but he knows there's not much he can do about it. The frustration has caused him to become very uptight as of late and a temper that has been inconsistent, to say the least. His focus has intensified through the week, and he plans on dominating the tag match tonight.)
*Dake looks right into the camera. His eyes locked, almost as if he is looking at someone, and he speaks.*
Dake: Don't let this get to your head Reb. A victory, I'll admit, but I want you to look at how you got it. Choking me with the ropes, using the guard rails, cutting corners. ... You won the match, but you did not out wrestle me.
Reb, you shock me and kind of disgust me. You promote yourself as this man with southern pride and dignity. You are supposed to represent your people. Yet you go out and cut corners and cheat ... and that's how you get to the top. ... You don't deserve the shot you have gotten. You are not worthy.
Yet ... we have to work as a team tonight. The irony.
I will make something clear, even for you to understand, I focus on the task at hand first. Every week since I've been back, every match I've been in has been deemed match of the week. I will focus on this match, with one thing in mind. Winning, and during that match that will be my only focus.
But after that bell rings ... Reb.
I will tend my mind to other things.
*Dake stands and leaves as the shot fades to black.*
(Dake has not been in a very good mood since he lost his chance at the title shot. He feels that Reb is a fraud and the victory is a fluke, but he knows there's not much he can do about it. The frustration has caused him to become very uptight as of late and a temper that has been inconsistent, to say the least. His focus has intensified through the week, and he plans on dominating the tag match tonight.)
*Dake looks right into the camera. His eyes locked, almost as if he is looking at someone, and he speaks.*
Dake: Don't let this get to your head Reb. A victory, I'll admit, but I want you to look at how you got it. Choking me with the ropes, using the guard rails, cutting corners. ... You won the match, but you did not out wrestle me.
Reb, you shock me and kind of disgust me. You promote yourself as this man with southern pride and dignity. You are supposed to represent your people. Yet you go out and cut corners and cheat ... and that's how you get to the top. ... You don't deserve the shot you have gotten. You are not worthy.
Yet ... we have to work as a team tonight. The irony.
I will make something clear, even for you to understand, I focus on the task at hand first. Every week since I've been back, every match I've been in has been deemed match of the week. I will focus on this match, with one thing in mind. Winning, and during that match that will be my only focus.
But after that bell rings ... Reb.
I will tend my mind to other things.
*Dake stands and leaves as the shot fades to black.*
