Post by Dake Ken on Jul 6, 2009 12:10:07 GMT -5
Dake: Sir, I'm not a thief.
*We are inside Dake Ken's Corvette as he is making his way to the arena for WCF Slam. The new WCF champion sits in the drives seat of the car, looking straight ahead, black sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose as he heads to the arena. He is wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. There is music playing in the car but the volume is at a low level, so it is very hard to tell what song is playing.*
Dake: Reb, I think you're mistaken. I think that maybe you ... are a bit looney after that classic match at Blast. You know the match where I won the World Title. The match where I not only beat you, but I beat Torture as well. The match where, when it was all said and done, and the smoke had cleared, the only man left standing was me. Do you remember the events in that match Johnny? I mean, it's not like I even just squeaked by with a victory in that match. I laid you out in the center of the ring for the one, two, three. I left Torture in a bloody mess, and after he wanted to get in my face, well, I left him laying on his back in the middle of the ring as well. There was on "stealing" a victory. There was no, "you were about to win but I saved Torture." There was none of that. I'm insulted Johnny. I'm insulted that you would call me a thief. Because sir, I am not a thief. I am many things, but that ... I am not. I won that title, no questions asked, and I plan on keeping it a while too. In fact, the only way that you are going to get your hands on the title, is if you steal it from me. Which would then make you a hypocrite, because here you are, accusing me of stealing a victory from you, when the only way that you'll ever have a chance of getting this title, is if you steal it from me. However, you're an honest southern man, and wouldn't resort to such a sneaky, underhanded tactic, would you? I mean, sure, you have burned up any shred of credibility you've ever had over the past couple of months with your constant cutting of corners, your lies, and sneaky attempts to get into the world title scene, but you would stoop to that level. You wouldn't degrade yourself to that level of pure scum, trash, filth that walks to earth. You wouldn't steal my title from me?
*Dake smiles and takes a quick look at the camera. He furrows his brow and makes a very "focused" look into the camera. He then turns his eyes back to the road and laughs lightly. He smiles again and continues on his rant.*
Dake: Now you're focused though. Focused on the match tonight. Yeah. So focused ... very focused. You are possibly the most focused person I've ever seen. Really! I say that with one hundred percent honesty. I am totally, and I mean TOTALLY serious when I say this. In fact, your foucsednessesiveness has gotten me worried. Because you're so ... focused. My only question Reb is ... what the hell are you focused on? Because you only seemed to be focused on bitching about me "stealing" the triple threat match from you. What you should be focused on is how you are going to survive tonight, because Miami, I'm sorry, Mikami is not going to do you any good tonight. Let's face it ... Mikami doesn't do anybody any good ever. Hell, you've got a minion for a tag team partner. Sure, he's a former WCF United States Champion, and that's impressive, but he takes orders from Rick Mad. So, you're teaming with a puppet. A brainless automaton that takes orders from someone who is so unimportant that he has never even crossed paths with me. Have you been focusing on that Reb? Because I don't think you have. I think you've been to worried about getting "robbed" than worrying about the fact you've got a bum tag team partner and you've got to face the likes of Slickie T and I.
*Dake has slowed down a bit while talking and is now waiting to pull into a large parking lot. The parking lot is centered behind a large arena, obviously the arena where Slam will take place tonight. The parking lot is crowded with cars and a couple of large trucks. In a far corner of the parking lot a large production truck is being set up and men and women are walking in and out of it. Camera men are carrying equipment and all their supervisors watch them, making sure they don't mess anything up. Dake searches for a moment and then finds a spot to his liking. He pulls in and exists the car. The shot follows him as he walks around the back of the car and fetches his traveling bag from the trunk of his car. He also reaches in and pulls out a large gold belt, the WCF Championship. He tosses the belt over his shoulder, and pulls the handle from his luggage bag and begins walking into the arena.*
Dake: You see Reb, you really have your hands full. I don't know if you've focused on this aspect or not, but here is some food for thought. Slickie T and myself both come from a place called the XGWO. We both are hall of famers there. We both are the champions here, in the WCF. Speaking of the WCF, I once dominated and I mean DOMINATED this place with some friends of mine. They also happened to be from the XGWO. We came over here and won every single piece of gold this place had to offer and no one could even put up enough of a fight to stop us. In fact I was part of the greatest Tag Team in WCF history with one of those guys. Together we held the belts for a long long long time, and really, the only reason we lost them, is because we didn't want them anymore. Now, I have the chance to team up with Slickie T, who might not be X-Rated, but I think will fit into that roll perfectly. Yes, we will be the elite team tonight, destroying you and Miami ... I'm sorry Mikami in what should probably be deemed a "squash match."
*Dake continues to walk through the parking lot, saying hey to a few of the road crew. One of the road crew guys actually walks up to Dake.*
Crew Member: Dake! Hey man, congrats on the win man, you really kicked some ass!
Dake: Thanks man! I appreciate that!
*Dake walks by the guys and pats him on the back a couple of times and tells him to have a nice day. As Dake continues walking we can hear the crew members confused voice shot out from the background.*
Crew Member: Hey! ... Where's my wallet?
*As Dake is about to enter the arena doors a woman stops him as well. She has a small child and both of them look happy to meet Dake. They ask for autographs and Dake signs. The woman begins to share a story with Dake as he interacts with the young lad who is holding a freshly unwrapped sucker. The woman finishes up her story and Dake smiles and they part ways. As Dake slips in the arena you can hear the child start to cry.*
Dake: So get your head in the right spot Reb. Quit thinking about Blast, and how I "stole" a victory and a championship from you. Get your head in the right spot and get ready for tonight. I didn't steal anything from you. You simply lost to the better man. And tonight you'll lose to the better team. We won't have to steal anything from you. Because sir, I am not a thief.
*Dake is now standing in front of his locker room door, adorned with his name and the phrase "WCF Champion." He smiles at the door and back at the camera. He opens the door and before his slips through it into his locker room he takes a sucker and pops it in his mouth. He gives the camera one last little smirk before he shuts to door. Only leaving one thing to be seen.*
*We are inside Dake Ken's Corvette as he is making his way to the arena for WCF Slam. The new WCF champion sits in the drives seat of the car, looking straight ahead, black sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose as he heads to the arena. He is wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. There is music playing in the car but the volume is at a low level, so it is very hard to tell what song is playing.*
Dake: Reb, I think you're mistaken. I think that maybe you ... are a bit looney after that classic match at Blast. You know the match where I won the World Title. The match where I not only beat you, but I beat Torture as well. The match where, when it was all said and done, and the smoke had cleared, the only man left standing was me. Do you remember the events in that match Johnny? I mean, it's not like I even just squeaked by with a victory in that match. I laid you out in the center of the ring for the one, two, three. I left Torture in a bloody mess, and after he wanted to get in my face, well, I left him laying on his back in the middle of the ring as well. There was on "stealing" a victory. There was no, "you were about to win but I saved Torture." There was none of that. I'm insulted Johnny. I'm insulted that you would call me a thief. Because sir, I am not a thief. I am many things, but that ... I am not. I won that title, no questions asked, and I plan on keeping it a while too. In fact, the only way that you are going to get your hands on the title, is if you steal it from me. Which would then make you a hypocrite, because here you are, accusing me of stealing a victory from you, when the only way that you'll ever have a chance of getting this title, is if you steal it from me. However, you're an honest southern man, and wouldn't resort to such a sneaky, underhanded tactic, would you? I mean, sure, you have burned up any shred of credibility you've ever had over the past couple of months with your constant cutting of corners, your lies, and sneaky attempts to get into the world title scene, but you would stoop to that level. You wouldn't degrade yourself to that level of pure scum, trash, filth that walks to earth. You wouldn't steal my title from me?
*Dake smiles and takes a quick look at the camera. He furrows his brow and makes a very "focused" look into the camera. He then turns his eyes back to the road and laughs lightly. He smiles again and continues on his rant.*
Dake: Now you're focused though. Focused on the match tonight. Yeah. So focused ... very focused. You are possibly the most focused person I've ever seen. Really! I say that with one hundred percent honesty. I am totally, and I mean TOTALLY serious when I say this. In fact, your foucsednessesiveness has gotten me worried. Because you're so ... focused. My only question Reb is ... what the hell are you focused on? Because you only seemed to be focused on bitching about me "stealing" the triple threat match from you. What you should be focused on is how you are going to survive tonight, because Miami, I'm sorry, Mikami is not going to do you any good tonight. Let's face it ... Mikami doesn't do anybody any good ever. Hell, you've got a minion for a tag team partner. Sure, he's a former WCF United States Champion, and that's impressive, but he takes orders from Rick Mad. So, you're teaming with a puppet. A brainless automaton that takes orders from someone who is so unimportant that he has never even crossed paths with me. Have you been focusing on that Reb? Because I don't think you have. I think you've been to worried about getting "robbed" than worrying about the fact you've got a bum tag team partner and you've got to face the likes of Slickie T and I.
*Dake has slowed down a bit while talking and is now waiting to pull into a large parking lot. The parking lot is centered behind a large arena, obviously the arena where Slam will take place tonight. The parking lot is crowded with cars and a couple of large trucks. In a far corner of the parking lot a large production truck is being set up and men and women are walking in and out of it. Camera men are carrying equipment and all their supervisors watch them, making sure they don't mess anything up. Dake searches for a moment and then finds a spot to his liking. He pulls in and exists the car. The shot follows him as he walks around the back of the car and fetches his traveling bag from the trunk of his car. He also reaches in and pulls out a large gold belt, the WCF Championship. He tosses the belt over his shoulder, and pulls the handle from his luggage bag and begins walking into the arena.*
Dake: You see Reb, you really have your hands full. I don't know if you've focused on this aspect or not, but here is some food for thought. Slickie T and myself both come from a place called the XGWO. We both are hall of famers there. We both are the champions here, in the WCF. Speaking of the WCF, I once dominated and I mean DOMINATED this place with some friends of mine. They also happened to be from the XGWO. We came over here and won every single piece of gold this place had to offer and no one could even put up enough of a fight to stop us. In fact I was part of the greatest Tag Team in WCF history with one of those guys. Together we held the belts for a long long long time, and really, the only reason we lost them, is because we didn't want them anymore. Now, I have the chance to team up with Slickie T, who might not be X-Rated, but I think will fit into that roll perfectly. Yes, we will be the elite team tonight, destroying you and Miami ... I'm sorry Mikami in what should probably be deemed a "squash match."
*Dake continues to walk through the parking lot, saying hey to a few of the road crew. One of the road crew guys actually walks up to Dake.*
Crew Member: Dake! Hey man, congrats on the win man, you really kicked some ass!
Dake: Thanks man! I appreciate that!
*Dake walks by the guys and pats him on the back a couple of times and tells him to have a nice day. As Dake continues walking we can hear the crew members confused voice shot out from the background.*
Crew Member: Hey! ... Where's my wallet?
*As Dake is about to enter the arena doors a woman stops him as well. She has a small child and both of them look happy to meet Dake. They ask for autographs and Dake signs. The woman begins to share a story with Dake as he interacts with the young lad who is holding a freshly unwrapped sucker. The woman finishes up her story and Dake smiles and they part ways. As Dake slips in the arena you can hear the child start to cry.*
Dake: So get your head in the right spot Reb. Quit thinking about Blast, and how I "stole" a victory and a championship from you. Get your head in the right spot and get ready for tonight. I didn't steal anything from you. You simply lost to the better man. And tonight you'll lose to the better team. We won't have to steal anything from you. Because sir, I am not a thief.
*Dake is now standing in front of his locker room door, adorned with his name and the phrase "WCF Champion." He smiles at the door and back at the camera. He opens the door and before his slips through it into his locker room he takes a sucker and pops it in his mouth. He gives the camera one last little smirk before he shuts to door. Only leaving one thing to be seen.*
DAKE KEN: WCF CHAMPION
