Post by Kencedro on Aug 11, 2006 23:05:42 GMT -5
Coming out from his debut victory. Drake Kencedro was placed up against perfection, and the final outcome was carved in stone. Drake Kencedro spit in the face of perfection, as Drake’s dreams suddenly become closer to him. With a win under his belt, Kencedro now moves on to bigger fish this week. Drake will team with an old friend Chino, and JackHammer, as they shall take on JJ Biggs, and also the WCF Tag Team Champions, The Dreadnoks. But also, at last week’s editions of Slam…Chino and Drake exchanged some heartfelt words. What is this to become of? Can Drake put his differences with Chino aside to get another win under his belt. We shall see…SUNDAY.
The scene opens at a crowded airport. Through the gates walk Honey Valentine, and Drake Kencedro…together as always. People move franticly as they prepare to board, or are entering the small town airport., ss they were flown from their destination. Kencedro stops, and grabs Honey Valentine by the arm causing her to stop dead in her tracks.
Drake Kencedro: Damn I hate small buildings that are overly crowded.
Honey Valentine looks around the room, as she finds the place where she can retrieve her luggage.
Honey Valentine: Yeah, I know.
The ignorant people still flood the building, but from time to time slowly thin down. A couple of people pass Drake, as they stop and get a second look before continuing on. Drake Kencedro gives angered expressions to the people who continue to eye him, and his prize jewel, Honey Valentine. Drake and Honey makes their way through crowded room, as they reach the luggage area. It seems as if millions of bags pour through the entrance that the conveyor belt spits out. Drake notices his bag, that moves closer to him; as he leans down to pick it up. Honey Valentine waits for a couple of seconds, as her rolling suitcase move down closer to her, as she pulls it off of the conveyor belts, and places it on the ground.
Honey Valentine: I’m all set.
Drake Kencedro pulls up the arm on his suit, and he looks down on the wristwatch that fits snuggly on his wrist. He gets a mild expression on his face, as he places the bag over his shoulder.
Drake Kencedro: Let’s get the hell out of here.
The couple sets off again to make their way through the packed building. Finally reaching the exit, Kencedro kicks open the main door to the airport, as he allows Honey Valentine exit the airport first. Drake watches Honey make her exit, as he quickly follows out.
Honey Valentine: Finally! I can breath.
The two WCF superstars walk out into the cold night air. The wind blows in the face of the two, messing up Honey’s hair in the process.
Honey Valentine: Where to from here?
Drake Kencedro looks both ways before he and Honey cross over into the parking lot.
Drake Kencedro: Well, I guess we head over to the hotel, and crash there for tonight, then tomorrow, head on over to the arena.
Honey Valentine: You know who you’re up against this week?
Drake Kencedro: Aha, JJ Biggs, and the tag team champions. What are their names again The Dreadlocks…or something?
Honey Valentine looks both ways again checking twice, as she makes her way across the parking lot, with Drake wrapped around her arm.
Honey Valentine: Hell if I know.
Drake Kencedro: And to top it all off, I have Chino, and JackHammer as my partners as well.
Honey Valentine: Yeah, I know. What’s with that?
Drake Kencedro: Obviously the no name loser doing the booking over there, doesn’t know what kind of skill I am capable of…I clearly am on a high level than everyone who I am going to step into the ring with this Sunday. I should be performing on a higher stage…with some of the highest stakes on the line.
Kencedro, and Honey begin to walk through the extremely oversized parking lot, as if they are looking for someone. The cold air rushes through the face, and hair of both Kencedro, and Honey, but they continue on.
Honey Valentine: How are we getting to the hotel?
Drake Kencedro: I’ve got a friend around here somewhere that’s going to pick us up.
The two continue to search, but still can’t seem to find this friend in which Drake is speaking of.
Honey Valentine: So what exactly do you think about of Chino being one of your partners this week?
Drake Kencedro doesn’t instantly respond. He continues to walk with Honey, passing car after car after car. Drake finally breaks the silence.
Drake Kencedro: My thoughts? I think I don’t need Chino, and I don’t need JackHammer. I am going to make my impact here in WCF, and I don’t care if it takes me beating Dreadnoks, and Biggs all by myself. I’ll play the little sideline rule, when I’m out of the ring. But when I get inside, I will unleash everything that I have.
Honey Valentine gets a blank expression on her face, as she begins to shiver from all of the cold night air.
Drake Kencedro: Like I stated last week, once I am done with Biggs. I’ll move on to Chino.
Honey Valentine: But why Chino, of all people!?
Drake gets a grin on his face, as the night air nearly freezes it.
Drake Kencedro: Because, for my impact. I am going to manhandle everyone from my past. Including Biggs, and Chino. Once I get finished with all this deadweight, then I’ll continue my journey to the top of the ladder.
Drake pauses for a brief second.
Drake Kencedro: And, that’s where I belong!
Drake Kencedro stops, as he surveys the parking lot. He hears a car horn sound, as he turns to the direction that he heard in it. The car that honked has its headlights on, so it was rather hard to identify what kind. Drake and Honey make their way to the car.
Honey Valentine: Finally! I’m freezing.
Drake mumbles under his breath.
Drake Kencedro: Cold blooded wuss.
Drake opens the door to the backseat, and Honey Valentine places her suitcase inside, and slowly enters the car herself. Drake then slides his bag in beside her, and Drake gently shuts the door. Drake steps over, and opens the passenger seat door, and takes a seat inside of the car.
The car is placed into the drive position, as the car speeds down the empty lane of the parking lot. Before exiting into the crowded road. Drake Kencedro takes a look in the back seat checking on Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: So Honey, within only a short couple of hours remaining. I will soon get my hands around the neck of the shortest reigning Television Champion is World Championship Federation History…And that man known as JJ Biggs will soon realize the power, carnage, and ability that I am truly…capable of.
The camera gets a shot of the backseat, as the streetlights that glare through the windshield has enough light for the camera to see as Honey Valentine nods, as the scene slowly fades into black.
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Scene Fades
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The scene opens at a crowded airport. Through the gates walk Honey Valentine, and Drake Kencedro…together as always. People move franticly as they prepare to board, or are entering the small town airport., ss they were flown from their destination. Kencedro stops, and grabs Honey Valentine by the arm causing her to stop dead in her tracks.
Drake Kencedro: Damn I hate small buildings that are overly crowded.
Honey Valentine looks around the room, as she finds the place where she can retrieve her luggage.
Honey Valentine: Yeah, I know.
The ignorant people still flood the building, but from time to time slowly thin down. A couple of people pass Drake, as they stop and get a second look before continuing on. Drake Kencedro gives angered expressions to the people who continue to eye him, and his prize jewel, Honey Valentine. Drake and Honey makes their way through crowded room, as they reach the luggage area. It seems as if millions of bags pour through the entrance that the conveyor belt spits out. Drake notices his bag, that moves closer to him; as he leans down to pick it up. Honey Valentine waits for a couple of seconds, as her rolling suitcase move down closer to her, as she pulls it off of the conveyor belts, and places it on the ground.
Honey Valentine: I’m all set.
Drake Kencedro pulls up the arm on his suit, and he looks down on the wristwatch that fits snuggly on his wrist. He gets a mild expression on his face, as he places the bag over his shoulder.
Drake Kencedro: Let’s get the hell out of here.
The couple sets off again to make their way through the packed building. Finally reaching the exit, Kencedro kicks open the main door to the airport, as he allows Honey Valentine exit the airport first. Drake watches Honey make her exit, as he quickly follows out.
Honey Valentine: Finally! I can breath.
The two WCF superstars walk out into the cold night air. The wind blows in the face of the two, messing up Honey’s hair in the process.
Honey Valentine: Where to from here?
Drake Kencedro looks both ways before he and Honey cross over into the parking lot.
Drake Kencedro: Well, I guess we head over to the hotel, and crash there for tonight, then tomorrow, head on over to the arena.
Honey Valentine: You know who you’re up against this week?
Drake Kencedro: Aha, JJ Biggs, and the tag team champions. What are their names again The Dreadlocks…or something?
Honey Valentine looks both ways again checking twice, as she makes her way across the parking lot, with Drake wrapped around her arm.
Honey Valentine: Hell if I know.
Drake Kencedro: And to top it all off, I have Chino, and JackHammer as my partners as well.
Honey Valentine: Yeah, I know. What’s with that?
Drake Kencedro: Obviously the no name loser doing the booking over there, doesn’t know what kind of skill I am capable of…I clearly am on a high level than everyone who I am going to step into the ring with this Sunday. I should be performing on a higher stage…with some of the highest stakes on the line.
Kencedro, and Honey begin to walk through the extremely oversized parking lot, as if they are looking for someone. The cold air rushes through the face, and hair of both Kencedro, and Honey, but they continue on.
Honey Valentine: How are we getting to the hotel?
Drake Kencedro: I’ve got a friend around here somewhere that’s going to pick us up.
The two continue to search, but still can’t seem to find this friend in which Drake is speaking of.
Honey Valentine: So what exactly do you think about of Chino being one of your partners this week?
Drake Kencedro doesn’t instantly respond. He continues to walk with Honey, passing car after car after car. Drake finally breaks the silence.
Drake Kencedro: My thoughts? I think I don’t need Chino, and I don’t need JackHammer. I am going to make my impact here in WCF, and I don’t care if it takes me beating Dreadnoks, and Biggs all by myself. I’ll play the little sideline rule, when I’m out of the ring. But when I get inside, I will unleash everything that I have.
Honey Valentine gets a blank expression on her face, as she begins to shiver from all of the cold night air.
Drake Kencedro: Like I stated last week, once I am done with Biggs. I’ll move on to Chino.
Honey Valentine: But why Chino, of all people!?
Drake gets a grin on his face, as the night air nearly freezes it.
Drake Kencedro: Because, for my impact. I am going to manhandle everyone from my past. Including Biggs, and Chino. Once I get finished with all this deadweight, then I’ll continue my journey to the top of the ladder.
Drake pauses for a brief second.
Drake Kencedro: And, that’s where I belong!
Drake Kencedro stops, as he surveys the parking lot. He hears a car horn sound, as he turns to the direction that he heard in it. The car that honked has its headlights on, so it was rather hard to identify what kind. Drake and Honey make their way to the car.
Honey Valentine: Finally! I’m freezing.
Drake mumbles under his breath.
Drake Kencedro: Cold blooded wuss.
Drake opens the door to the backseat, and Honey Valentine places her suitcase inside, and slowly enters the car herself. Drake then slides his bag in beside her, and Drake gently shuts the door. Drake steps over, and opens the passenger seat door, and takes a seat inside of the car.
The car is placed into the drive position, as the car speeds down the empty lane of the parking lot. Before exiting into the crowded road. Drake Kencedro takes a look in the back seat checking on Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: So Honey, within only a short couple of hours remaining. I will soon get my hands around the neck of the shortest reigning Television Champion is World Championship Federation History…And that man known as JJ Biggs will soon realize the power, carnage, and ability that I am truly…capable of.
The camera gets a shot of the backseat, as the streetlights that glare through the windshield has enough light for the camera to see as Honey Valentine nods, as the scene slowly fades into black.
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Scene Fades
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