Post by Dake Ken on Aug 10, 2009 15:19:36 GMT -5
7/27/2009
*One day after Ultimate Showdown, after an amazing match with Johnny Reb, Dake sits in a doctor's office. His face blank and tired. White walls are all around, a few different certificates and such hang in frames creating something to look at, but for the most part there is nothing to stimulate the mind. But that probably is a good thing at the moment, as Dake's mind is busy with thought. Processing the fact that he has already lost his title. Processing the thought that once again, he has to deal with an injury. He's been down this road before, but this is something new. Years ago youth was on the Dake's side. An injury wouldn't pose much of a problem as long as it wasn't too serious. Now, well ... now there's another story. Here you have a man who is not as young as he used to be. Suffering from an injury of unknown severity. Youth isn't on Dake's side anymore, this could take a lot longer to come back from. This could be ... this could be the end?
Dake runs his fingers though his messy hair and looks down at his knee. The knee is swollen and red. He lets out a sigh and lays back on the examining bench. He looks up at the ceiling, probably counting all the little rough spots, anything to get his mind off the fact he once again is in this situation, and for the first time ever, the odds are not in his favor.
Minutes seem to drag into hours as Dake has to wait there. Every so often a nurse will pop her head in to make sure that he is okay and check to see if Dake needs anything. After what feels like ages an older man walks into the room with a white jacket on. His hair is white like snow, instead of a dirty grey, and he looks very much like a typical doctor. He introduces himself.*
Doctor: Mr. Ken, this is the first time that I've had the honor to meet you. I am Dr. Kevin Abnet. I understand that this is a knee/leg injury, which is what I specialize in. Now, I have copies of your past medical records so I am familiar with the injuries you've had before. Is there anything that I need to know that isn't in these reports?
*Dake sits up and studies the doctor. He looks at his white hair, his coat, his shoes, even the pocket on his coat with an assortment of high dollar pens hanging on to the edge of the pocket, seemingly poking there heads out from there homes to say hello. After a moment Dake is satisfied with the Dr. Abnet.*
Dake: There shouldn't be anything extra. At one point in time with my last doctor we thought that I had possibly torn my ACL back in 2006, but it turned out to just be a sever strain that was made worse by years of wear and tear. So we just had it cleaned out and I took a long break from the ring.
Dr. Abnet: Yes I saw that. Well what I right now what I want you to know is that your X-Rays came back negative. There isn't anything in your knee that is horribly out of place, although you can see the "wear and tear" you mentioned. We should still set up an MRI to get a better look at it.
7/29/2009
*Dake is walking out of an office. He is on crutches and there is a brace on his knee. There are papers in his hand and a smile on his face. He exits the office.*
8/1/2009
*It's the first of the month. Dake is at home and on the phone. It is unknown who he is talking to, but the conversation is a bit intense. Dake is sitting on his couch with his right leg extended on his coffee table. On his right knee sits an enormous ice pack. Dake is in gym attire and has looks as though he just got done working out. His face looks a lot different than the last time we saw him as the weary blank expression is gone. He seems to be locked back into the business end of it now.
Dake: Why the hell shouldn't I go? What good is it going to do if I just sit here at home and "rehab" my knee. I faxed you the doctor's report. It's fine. I'm fine. It's really just sprained. I don't need to go under the knife, I don't need to wear a brace the rest of my life, I'm not crippled yet, so why the hell can't I go?
*There is silence as the voice on the other end speaks to Dake. Dake's expression hardens a bit as the voice speaks to him.*
Dake: I'm not going to get physically involved in anything! I don't want to get hurt and ruin this! This is my time and I'm not going to put myself in a situation where I could end my career and ruin ... what the hell do you mean you don't believe me?! WHAT THE HELL DO I PAY YOU FOR?!
*Dake throws the phone against the wall. It hits and bounces to the floor. The battery has popped out of the phone and it now sits there off. Dake sits on the couch silent and looking straight ahead. He shakes his head in disgust.*
8/3/2009
*Dake is sitting in front of the TV. He once again is in gym attire and has an ice pack on his knee. He sits with his arms crossed silent.*
8/5/2009
Dake is at his wrestling school in Boston. The gym that he uses for the school is empty. No students, only him. The gym is a large gym featuring a ring in the middle with a track that takes up the perimeter of the main room. There are two doors on the left and on the right. Over one door hangs "exit" obviously meaning that there is open air out of that door. On the other door hangs the "weight room." On the track Dake runs. Once again in a white t-shirt and black gym shorts. He has been working on building the strength back up in his knee since he found out the injury he suffered at Ultimate Showdown was nothing serious. Although something seems off with each step he takes, he seems to be in no visible pain and keeping good speed and rhythm.*
8/8/2009
*Once again Dake is on the phone. This conversation seems to be much more tame than the last one he had, however there is a good amount of frustration in his voice. He is once again on the phone with his agent.
Dake: This time I'm going there is no way that I am going to sit at home again and let my name fade. You know as well as I do that this industry is fast, and if you're gone one week, you may never come back, and there's a chance no one will notice you're gone. Last week I sat at home and I watch as Torture took MY title shot. That's my shot! Torture opted out of his rematch clause. I didn't. Now I have to wait to get my hands back on Reb. Now I have to wait to get a hold of the title. I shouldn't have to wait!
*Again there is a pause as Dake's agent is speaking to him.
Dake: I'm glad you are starting to see things from my point of view. There's a lot more money in it for you if I'm at the top, and keeping me from doing my job is not going to get you money.
8/10/2009
(Two long weeks that have felt like years and finally it's time to get back to business. Finally it's time to get back to the top. Nothing can stand in the way now. Nothing. There are no more doctors, there isn't an agent standing in the way. It's time to get back to the top and reclaim the title. It's finally time. Now to prove that the knee is fine. First match back ... got to be dominate.)
*The Coliseum stands in front of Dake. He looks up at it and the arena and smiles. He grabs his gear and makes his way inside. Awaiting at the entrance is none other than Hank Brown, who looks to be dying for an interview. Dake walks up to Hank.*
Hank: Dake! Dake! It's been two weeks since you've been on WCF TV. You've been totally absent since Ultimate Showdown. There's a lot going on. Torture has a title shot, what about your rematch clause, are you 100 percent. We have a lot to talk about, the fans want to know!
*Dake is smiling and nodding the entire time Hank is talking. Hank's words are being spoken very fast, but it seems like Dake is keeping up well. After a breathless Hank finishes his slew of questions Dake chuckles and answers.*
Dake: Hank, there IS a lot to talk about, and I'm sure the fans are dying to know what I think about the whole Torture situation, what I think about losing the title, and so forth. I only have one thing on my mind tonight though, and that's coming back and winning my match.
Hank: You can't be happy about having your rematch pushed back though! Are you going to speak with Seth about it?
Dake: Seth and I will chat.
Hank: What about your health? You seem to be walking okay, there has been no mention of your condition what so ever though! We've been in the dark on this!
Dake: You'll see tonight Hank, and so will everyone else. I'll do what I have done forever in the WCF. I'll walk down the ramp, I'll get in the ring, and I'll win. I'll prove that I'm the best in the world, I'll prove that I should be the one with the title shot, and hopefully I'll prove that I should still be the Champion. Reb can have his victory and celebrate all he wants. A ladder match in not a wrestling match, and at some time, our paths will cross again. Tonight though, I return to my role. I once again become the "hero." I once again will be the "good guy." Doc Henry will learn that, while I might not be superman, I am the best in that ring, and I will start my climb back to the top tonight.
*Dake pats Hank on the back before he can pop out another question and walks into The Coliseum. The shot fades out.*
