Post by Dake Ken on Jun 28, 2009 0:30:35 GMT -5
To Johnny Reb:
A cheap shot.
Dake: I will admit.
You never stop surprising me.
With the actions you take.
*The figure of a man in a wrestling ring stands in front of a large gray wall. Light pouring in from windows at the top of the wall highlight the dust and particles in the air. The particles swirl about in the light, dancing back and forth one the air. The large gray wall is barren and lifeless. It's dull color the only thing that even accents the wall. The ring in which the figure stands is very plan and generic. No logos on the black ring apron, red ropes and a dark gray canvas. No logo accents the middle of the ring, only dark stains. Some stains are a dark red ... almost copper color. The dried blood from people who have stood in the ring before. There are other stains that are just from the wear of bodys on the mat.
In the ring stands Dake Ken. Standing tall, arms folded against his chest. He is in his wrestling gear and looking down at the camera. His face is cold and his eyes are narrowed.
Dake: You're a coward.
You're not even man enough look me in the eye before you hit me.
A sucker punch.
Dake: You don't even deserve to be in this match.
The ONLY reason you are here is because Torture added you to the mix.
You have only shown yourself to be a disgrace to this business.
Torture v. Dake Ken v. Johnny Reb
Dake: Look at a noble man. Look at Slickie T. Now, that's a man that is honorable. That is a man who has not only made a name for himself ... but made it correct way. The proper way. A man's way.
*Dake unfolds his arms and walks over to the ropes. He places his hands on the top rope and supports his weight on the rope. His face still cold, eyes still narrowed. He shakes his head and lets it drop. Dake slowly lets his hands off the ropes and switches the support to his forearms. He leans over in a more relaxed way and he leans his head back, looking to the heavens. After a moment he looks back at the camera and continues.*
Dake: You though. You lack nobility. Which, again, I find it odd for a man from the south. I thought pride, honor, and respect were important traits of a southern man. I don't claim to be a expert on southern culture, but you seem to lack these things Reb.
Triple Threat for the WCF Championship
Dake: It almost makes me sick watching you, Johnny. Because I know you have talent. I know you have the ability to own the WCF, however you are too much of a coward to use your skill to it full potential. You've shown you have what it takes. You've already beat Torture, and yes ... you have beaten me.
*Dake once again is leaning on the ropes with his hands. His body movement has gotten a bit faster and he almost seems to be a bit more hyper.*
Dake: I will admit it, unlike the ego maniac, that you have beat me. One two three, you pinned me.
*Dake claps his hands sarcastically.*
Dake: However, our paths crossed again soon. We faced off in another match to decide who would be the number one contender. A match, that I won. A match that should have seen me, and me alone face Torture for the championship. Yet ... you've found a way to create another roadblock on my path to the title. A trend that is becoming rather annoying.
Torture has added Johnny Reb to the mix
Dake: So now you are part of a match that you have no right to be in. You have a chance to win a championship you don't deserve. ... What a horrible thought.
The WCF could have a champion that isn't even man enough to punch me when in a face to face situation. No. We could have a champion who can deliver a mean sucker punch. We could have a coward as a champion. Honestly, I think you might just be worse than Torture, and that is saying a lot. At least Torture would have the guts to simply attack me, rather than hit me when my back is turned. Even though he's not man enough to face me in a one on one match, at least he wouldn't stoop to the level of cheap shot.
A sucker punch.
You're a coward.
Reb.
You're THE coward of the WCF, and at Blast I'm going to make sure that you're not the champion. I'm going to make sure that you can't disgrace this promotion. I'm going to go into this Pay-Per-View and I'm going to become the WCF Champion and I'm going to bring back dignity to this promotion.
*Dake takes a step back from the ropes and holds out his arms. He spins around in the ring showing off the ring and gym he is in. He stops and looks back at the camera. His face serious, but not near as cold as it was before.*
Dake: I train young men to become respectable honorable champions for the future. I train these young wrestlers to compete at an elite level. I don't teach them to be cowards.
You should come take some classes from me Johnny. It would do you some good.
