Post by Dake Ken on Jan 18, 2006 18:27:40 GMT -5
*The scene opens up in a familiar fashion. The pure black fading away, melting away, to reveal a nice little neighbor hood. Nothing to extravagant. Nothing to out of the ordinary. A normal calm little place. A nice little place in the winter time. Almost a sad scene. Nothing is moving, except the gentle sway of the dormant trees in the wind. Their lifeless arms swaying back and forth slowly, methodically. The grass, not moving, somber looking in it's state of brown. Almost as if it is just a blanket of brown laid across the ground. The gardens of the houses, lacking color, except for green. The simple green that comes from evergreen trees and plants. The only thing that adds color to the area. Only, it doesn't bring around a mood of joy or brighten the mood at all. All the greens are deep somber greens, greens that are normally associated with evergreen plants. These plants simply do more to dull the mood. A typical winter mood. With some air of sadness in it. A setting that would go very well with very sad piano music, with a beautiful melody. A melody that would intoxicate the mind and stay there. One that would reopen during the day, and bring you into a world of your own. Where you float around in your thoughts and hear the music play in the background. It would bring you to a world, not unlike this place before us. This nice little neighborhood, not purged, but lacking much color. Only earthy tones. With the trees, naked, swaying in the wind to the music. Dancing with the air. A kind of winter waltz. No snow is on the ground. Although the clouds look as though they might empty themselves of the white flakes soon. The clouds are motionless in the sky. They seem to look like a cover. A cover that you might put over a pool in the winter time. Not that type of fake blue though. A normal blue, a more pure blue. A very somber blue though. One of those colors that you can only find in a box of crayolas, that happens to have 500 plus crayons in it. The quilt that is the sky seems to be covering up everything else. Hardly any light is getting through. Yet it still is bright outside. No, bright isn't the word to describe the lighting. There is visibility, but there isn't any sunlight. It is almost as if the outside is lighted by electric light. Fake light. Light that is not coming from the sun, but from some awful fake source of energy that had taken some of the charm of the day away.
Yet, there is nothing more beautiful about this same type of weather. It almost is a blessing after the joyus time of summer, where everything is just nice and pretty. Sometimes even unbearably hot. This is a very stark contrast to summer, who's feeling is wavy and beautiful with it's heat waves dancing in you vision, creating a dreamy feel that goes by you and ends before you even know it has begun. Summer's famous trick. The ending, that never had a start. Summer, it starts without you even knowing it, and then, before you can even begin to enjoy it, or appreciate it, it is over. It has left you without your knowledge. Just as quick as it came. Without time to even argue. You are wishing it was back. However. One can only take so much of the dreamy feel, the laughter of children, the drunken laughs of your neighbors, the endless amount of teenage kids causing trouble, the fireworks, the hot dogs, the baseball, the relatives, the trips, etc. etc. One can only take so much of that before you just snap, and in retrospect, you are glad summer is over. Even though you joke and kid yourself, to get over the annoyance of work that fall brings, but you kid yourself that you want it back, when in reality you wish that it would never come back. In truth, even though summers end is abrupt, you are glad it gone, and know that a year of waiting is well worth it. Summer and Christmas draw comparisons that way. Christmas is an amazing time of year, but when it is time for it to end, you wish it to end. Sure it's a nice time to get to know friends and family, and it's a great time to spend having fun. You even get extra money if you work at certain times. There are high spirits, and there is a huge wait for all of the kids to get out of school. There is a willingness to go see people and be very nice. Even to strangers. People are nice. But too much of a good things can make a bad thing. Which is why when Christmas ends ... it ends at the perfect time. When summer ends, it ends at the perfect time. Which is one reason this scene is so nice. This is the time that we want it to be. Not the time we "wish" it to be.
This is also an amazing contrast to the annoyance of Fall. Fall is nice, and it's pretty. In fact it is one of the most amazing things to see the trees turn from their normal shades of green, into shades of fire red, or sunlight yellow. Then the orange added gives it THE feel of fall. The fall color, orange. No other color embodies the feeling and meaning of fall better than orange. The evergreens mixed in with all these colors add to the entire feel. It is almost enchanting. In fact there are times when it's hard to even keep concentration while driving. All you want to do is watch the leaves fall from the trees and land in a pile of color that lay on the ground. There is nothing more amazing, as well, than seeing children playing in leaves. Nothing more heart warming. To see people so happy, and the only thing making them happy is jumping into a pile of leaves. Albeit, this can also be the source of a great annoyance, for what is more annoying than when a child jumps into a pile of leaves you have spent the better half of a day raking up into a nice neat crisp pile, that not even the strongest wind gust could knock over? However, the beauty only lasts for so long. Then everything begins to get on your nerves. The endless raking. The pointless sweeping out of your grage, or house. The seeming infinite amount of leaves that will never seem to leave and go away. All the sweeping motions a man handling of brooms leaves you wondering how big your forearms are going to get by the time this is all over. Not to mention the colds. You go to school or to work, and in some cases both, and all you hear is coughing, sneezing, and the horrible sound of people blowing their noses. The annoyance of having to call into work and have a superior bitch at you for something that you can not control. The stabbing wind that sends a sharp pain throughout your whole body when it's cold fingers grip you around the neck. The disgusting smell of rotting leaves after a rain. The annoyance of all the dirt tracked in ... everywhere. The angry people, the awestruck people, the children, the dirt, the cold, the wind, the rain, the smell, the feel, Halloween. Putting up with young kids ... then putting up with teenagers ... then putting up with adults. Fall is a nice time of year, but one that pisses many people off. Which is again, why this scene is so nice. There is nothing to worry about here. It's after fall. There are none of the horrible things here. It's just all gone. Everything is nice and quite, and there are no worries.
Here before us is winter. The perfect winter day. No noise. Just the gentle chime of wind chimes in the background. The wind dancing through the openings between the hollow steel pipes, then having fun and pushing them together or into any hard object around, producing a pretty noise. A noise the wind enjoys, and seems to enjoy doing over and over again. Here before us stands a street with houses on it. Not unlike a normal neighborhood. The houses are evenly spaced. Some houses are larger than others, some smaller. The neighborhood is a nice place. The houses are good in size. They all are well kept. There are no cars parked along the side of the street. There is no trash in the yards, which are all very very well kept. There seems to almost be no flaw with ... any of the lawns in sight. Down the road there is a house on a corner. It's is nice, and just as big as the rest of the houses, in fact, possibly just a bit smaller. There are two floors. The house is designed nice, but nothing amazingly complex or elegant. Nothing that would cost so much money, your head would spin. The house has a larger lawn than any other house on the street, because of the fact it's on a corner. There are three parts to the lawn. One side on the left of the driveway, one side on the right of the drive way, which wraps around, and then there is a side that is on the other side of a walk way that is just around the corner. The garden infront of the house is very nice. Although, it is easy to see it hasn't been professionally done. There isn't much color in the winter garden. That however is a normal thing. There are a few trees in the front yard. The back yard is gated off by a privacy fence. The garage door is slightly cracked and outside it, on the driveway, sits a black and white cat. It sits and looks around, it's tail jerking, in an annoyed fashion, although there isn't really anything to be annoyed at. After a moment it stands up stretches and trots off. The curtains on all the windows are drawn closed. They are not closed all the way actually, more so they are just hanging infront of the window with a slight part in the middle. Over the privacy fence in the backyard, the roof of a small shed can be seen. This is most likely where all the gardening tools are kept. In the background a noise can be heard.
A steady rhythmic beat can be heard. Approaching. Not very fast, but just one solid, never changing interval. Very rhythmic in nature. Like a metronome, never losing track of the beat. No matter what you set the beat tempo at. Machine like. The steps always come at the same time, and there is a rhythmic breathing as well. Never changing, always falling on the same beat. Like a machine, never changing. Never playing a note wrong. Never turning a screw to tight. Never leaving it to loose. Never failing. Never changing. Up the street a man wearing black sweats can be seen jogging towards the house. His head is slightly aimed down. At a set interval a puff of steam can be seen rising from him. The steam is almost exaggerated by the black the man is wearing. So are his white shoes. They almost look out of place and comical. As the man approaches the house he begins to raise his head. He does not diminish in speed though. His pattern stays just the same. As he turns the corner he eyes the drive way, and jogs up it. He still has not diminished in speed. He only slows down moments before he gets to the garage door. Which he touches, with a gloved hand, and then lets out a sigh. He doesn't seem very winded, but his breathing pace is heightened slightly. It's now easy to see who the man is. It's Dake Ken. Just out for a jog in the winter weather. His face is rose cheeked, and his nose is also red. His beard is a bit more full than normal, as to keep his face slightly warmer. As he pulls of the beanie on his head, we see his hair is a bit longer as well. He lifts up a pad on the side of the garage, and types in a number. The garage door begins to open. Inside sit two cars. A black Honda Accord and a Black Corvette. Obviously the Corvette is mainly for show, as there is a cover roughly thrown over it, but not in a neat enough manner to really cover any of the car up. Dake opens the door leading to the kitchen of his house and walks in.*
(The machine like tendencies of a man who is so focused on perfection, that it is almost a scary thought. It is Dake's nature though. To be as perfect as possible. He knows he is human, and that errors will be made, but he will try to be as perfect as possible, no matter what. He will strive to be the absolute best there is, even if it almost kills him in the process. He will stop at nothing less than the best, and he feels that is what everyone should shoot for. That is what all the members of The Elite shot for, back when they were the most dominate group around. The Elite was founded on the idea of perfection. Take the best superstars in the wrestling world, and then have them join together, to make the most perfect team. Although, he is the only one left from The Elite, their philosophy still lives on. The idea of being perfect lives on in Dake, and is taken to new levels by Dake. As everyone knows. Dake will spend countless hours at a time watching tape, trying to learn every little trick and trade his opponent has. He will stay glued to the T.V. waiting and watching. Rewinding, and watching the same move over and over again, looking for weaknesses in their attack, but that's not all. Dake also looks for ways to improve himself. He looks for ways to make moves more effective in all of that tape. In all the tape Dake watches he does more than just break down an opponent, but he builds up himself, which is not common among those who watch tapes. The easy thought is just go for the weakness of the opponent, and then use the strengthens you already have. But why not try to make yourself better. That's the way Dake thinks. If you are just going to try and break down the opponent why worry? That's not taking the full advantage of watching tapes. The entire point is to not only break down an opponent but look for ways to do things better and more effective inside, and sometimes, outside the ring. Even if you hate someone, there is something to learn from them. Another one of Dake's philosophies. Even Dake's worst enemies have provided him with knowledge and ideas.
Even though they are everything but friends, and even though they can not stand each other. Even though there Dake has so much hate for this person, he still learned things from him. Yes, even Neo taught Dake something. Dake learned a lot from playing head games with Neo, and even learned a lot from being in the ring with Neo. Dake learned that playing head games is a nice, and very important tactic, but that is not the only thing there is to do. There are many things that need focused on, and if you focus to much on something that's not physical and not beneficial to your inring performance, than it is no need to be a focus. Of course this doesn’t mean mind games are pointless. They are very important, but getting caught up in a mind game war can lead your eyes out of the right direction. They can even get you fooled yourself. Thinking you are so much better than the other opponent you get cocky. You decide that there is almost no need to worry about this person. Another down fall. It takes time away from practicing moves, from perfecting movers rather. It takes time away from studying tape, and making sure you have your opponets move list memorized. It takes time away from going to the gym and getting ready physically for the match. There are many downfalls to spending to much time to playing mind games. A lesson Dake learned the hard way, as he was defeated by Neo during WCF V. 5. However, there are also upsides to losing. Realizing your mistakes. That is always a plus side to anything. Failing a test is not a good thing, but when you fail a test, nine times out of ten, you are going to learn what you did wrong. You will find out how to fix your problems. And sometimes, you even get a chance to redeem yourself, and make up for you mistakes. A lesson Dake learned, and went through with at the last War match, where he eliminated Neo.
Wrestling is an art, that like any other art, takes a certain skill to fully grasp. It's just like that with any sport really. There is a way to do it, and half asses it, and do it wrong, and then there is a way to do it right and do it effectively. Only the ones who do it right and do it effectively will go down as greats. Which is one thing Dake always has reached to. To go down as one of the best, if not, the best there ever has been. It's a dream of everyone really, but it's not always a reality to some. Dake has this chance. He has dominated the past few feds he has been in. He dominated XGWO each of the three times he was there. He dominated WCF along with The Elite. He even made an impact in KWA, although that wasn't much of a run, as the fed hardly got off the ground. But in the short time he took out a WCF legend, PC Cradle. A man Dake respected very much. PC embodied what a wrestler should be. Skill and wit, all wrapped up into a sadistic little man. However, they just couldn't seem to get on the same page. Which is really where every feud starts. It all begins with someone arguing and then taking their fight to the ring, where one man fights for his right, and the other one fights for his. It all comes down to who wants it more. That desire. And one desire is on everyone minds, and drives everyone harder than anything else. The desire to become the champion, and to become the greatest. The desire to rule the wrestling world. A feat of which Dake has always been so very close, but has never really, gotten to the top of the mountain so to say. Although XGWO champion, Dake obtained the title at the last XGWO show ever. Although putting PC Cradle out of action, Dake never got a title shot in the KWA. In WCF, Dake got a shot end up on top, but ended up failing. Something which always stays on his mind. The annoying thing is this. Dake has always been a top dog in every federation he's been in. He's always been a main eventer. He's been an A-list wrestler. However, every time he starts to make it to the top. To the highest point you can be at, it has been snatched away. Torn away. Or just plain, dropped right through his fingers. This has brought Dake back. This has brought him to the WCF for the second time. This has brought him to think about winning the War match, and being regarded as the best around. Being regarded as the best in the highest federation in the land.)
*Dake enters the house, and walks through the kitchen. He walks into the laundry room and picks up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He walks out of the laundry room and heads to a room. He goes inside and closes the door. Moments later you can hear water running. Dake is obviously stepping into a hot shower, to warm him up after a very chilly, to say the least, jog in the freezing cold. Time elapses as Dake takes his shower. The house is not very bright. Infact it is very dark inside Dake's house. The walls, although a slightly off-white, do not brighten the house at all. There is not much decorative ideas in the house either. In the main living room there is a couch, along with a love seat and a coffee table infront of a TV on an entertainment center. The amount of dust around the TV and entertainment center suggests that it is not used much. However the TV is a good size. The couches are a dark brown and go along with a brown area rug nicely. The floors are tiled downstairs. The kitchen has hardwood floors. The spare bedroom downstairs however does not have tile. It is carpeted is a simple light brown color. The room in fact, it empty. There is nothing in it at all. The kitchen is mainly white. The stove however is black, which creates kind of an eye sore. There is a table, on it sits a lap top. It is open, but off. The black screen reflects the feeling of the room. It's almost cheerier outside than it is in here. However, even though it is dark and bland there is still a nice since of comfort coming from it. After a few more moments pass, the water stops. A few more moments later Dake emerges in the shorts, and the t-shirt we saw him pick out from the laundry room. Dake makes his way over to a large fire place in the living room. With the flip of a switch a nice fire erupts into the fire place. This raises the spirit of the room greatly. No longer does it feel unfriendly and unbecoming, but it is now quite nice. Dake sits down at the couch for a moment. He pops his knuckles. Each one in an order that he has done for years and years. Each one the exact same way he has done for years. He then sets his hands back down into his lap. He sits for a moment and then, without stirring begins to speak.*
Yet, there is nothing more beautiful about this same type of weather. It almost is a blessing after the joyus time of summer, where everything is just nice and pretty. Sometimes even unbearably hot. This is a very stark contrast to summer, who's feeling is wavy and beautiful with it's heat waves dancing in you vision, creating a dreamy feel that goes by you and ends before you even know it has begun. Summer's famous trick. The ending, that never had a start. Summer, it starts without you even knowing it, and then, before you can even begin to enjoy it, or appreciate it, it is over. It has left you without your knowledge. Just as quick as it came. Without time to even argue. You are wishing it was back. However. One can only take so much of the dreamy feel, the laughter of children, the drunken laughs of your neighbors, the endless amount of teenage kids causing trouble, the fireworks, the hot dogs, the baseball, the relatives, the trips, etc. etc. One can only take so much of that before you just snap, and in retrospect, you are glad summer is over. Even though you joke and kid yourself, to get over the annoyance of work that fall brings, but you kid yourself that you want it back, when in reality you wish that it would never come back. In truth, even though summers end is abrupt, you are glad it gone, and know that a year of waiting is well worth it. Summer and Christmas draw comparisons that way. Christmas is an amazing time of year, but when it is time for it to end, you wish it to end. Sure it's a nice time to get to know friends and family, and it's a great time to spend having fun. You even get extra money if you work at certain times. There are high spirits, and there is a huge wait for all of the kids to get out of school. There is a willingness to go see people and be very nice. Even to strangers. People are nice. But too much of a good things can make a bad thing. Which is why when Christmas ends ... it ends at the perfect time. When summer ends, it ends at the perfect time. Which is one reason this scene is so nice. This is the time that we want it to be. Not the time we "wish" it to be.
This is also an amazing contrast to the annoyance of Fall. Fall is nice, and it's pretty. In fact it is one of the most amazing things to see the trees turn from their normal shades of green, into shades of fire red, or sunlight yellow. Then the orange added gives it THE feel of fall. The fall color, orange. No other color embodies the feeling and meaning of fall better than orange. The evergreens mixed in with all these colors add to the entire feel. It is almost enchanting. In fact there are times when it's hard to even keep concentration while driving. All you want to do is watch the leaves fall from the trees and land in a pile of color that lay on the ground. There is nothing more amazing, as well, than seeing children playing in leaves. Nothing more heart warming. To see people so happy, and the only thing making them happy is jumping into a pile of leaves. Albeit, this can also be the source of a great annoyance, for what is more annoying than when a child jumps into a pile of leaves you have spent the better half of a day raking up into a nice neat crisp pile, that not even the strongest wind gust could knock over? However, the beauty only lasts for so long. Then everything begins to get on your nerves. The endless raking. The pointless sweeping out of your grage, or house. The seeming infinite amount of leaves that will never seem to leave and go away. All the sweeping motions a man handling of brooms leaves you wondering how big your forearms are going to get by the time this is all over. Not to mention the colds. You go to school or to work, and in some cases both, and all you hear is coughing, sneezing, and the horrible sound of people blowing their noses. The annoyance of having to call into work and have a superior bitch at you for something that you can not control. The stabbing wind that sends a sharp pain throughout your whole body when it's cold fingers grip you around the neck. The disgusting smell of rotting leaves after a rain. The annoyance of all the dirt tracked in ... everywhere. The angry people, the awestruck people, the children, the dirt, the cold, the wind, the rain, the smell, the feel, Halloween. Putting up with young kids ... then putting up with teenagers ... then putting up with adults. Fall is a nice time of year, but one that pisses many people off. Which is again, why this scene is so nice. There is nothing to worry about here. It's after fall. There are none of the horrible things here. It's just all gone. Everything is nice and quite, and there are no worries.
Here before us is winter. The perfect winter day. No noise. Just the gentle chime of wind chimes in the background. The wind dancing through the openings between the hollow steel pipes, then having fun and pushing them together or into any hard object around, producing a pretty noise. A noise the wind enjoys, and seems to enjoy doing over and over again. Here before us stands a street with houses on it. Not unlike a normal neighborhood. The houses are evenly spaced. Some houses are larger than others, some smaller. The neighborhood is a nice place. The houses are good in size. They all are well kept. There are no cars parked along the side of the street. There is no trash in the yards, which are all very very well kept. There seems to almost be no flaw with ... any of the lawns in sight. Down the road there is a house on a corner. It's is nice, and just as big as the rest of the houses, in fact, possibly just a bit smaller. There are two floors. The house is designed nice, but nothing amazingly complex or elegant. Nothing that would cost so much money, your head would spin. The house has a larger lawn than any other house on the street, because of the fact it's on a corner. There are three parts to the lawn. One side on the left of the driveway, one side on the right of the drive way, which wraps around, and then there is a side that is on the other side of a walk way that is just around the corner. The garden infront of the house is very nice. Although, it is easy to see it hasn't been professionally done. There isn't much color in the winter garden. That however is a normal thing. There are a few trees in the front yard. The back yard is gated off by a privacy fence. The garage door is slightly cracked and outside it, on the driveway, sits a black and white cat. It sits and looks around, it's tail jerking, in an annoyed fashion, although there isn't really anything to be annoyed at. After a moment it stands up stretches and trots off. The curtains on all the windows are drawn closed. They are not closed all the way actually, more so they are just hanging infront of the window with a slight part in the middle. Over the privacy fence in the backyard, the roof of a small shed can be seen. This is most likely where all the gardening tools are kept. In the background a noise can be heard.
A steady rhythmic beat can be heard. Approaching. Not very fast, but just one solid, never changing interval. Very rhythmic in nature. Like a metronome, never losing track of the beat. No matter what you set the beat tempo at. Machine like. The steps always come at the same time, and there is a rhythmic breathing as well. Never changing, always falling on the same beat. Like a machine, never changing. Never playing a note wrong. Never turning a screw to tight. Never leaving it to loose. Never failing. Never changing. Up the street a man wearing black sweats can be seen jogging towards the house. His head is slightly aimed down. At a set interval a puff of steam can be seen rising from him. The steam is almost exaggerated by the black the man is wearing. So are his white shoes. They almost look out of place and comical. As the man approaches the house he begins to raise his head. He does not diminish in speed though. His pattern stays just the same. As he turns the corner he eyes the drive way, and jogs up it. He still has not diminished in speed. He only slows down moments before he gets to the garage door. Which he touches, with a gloved hand, and then lets out a sigh. He doesn't seem very winded, but his breathing pace is heightened slightly. It's now easy to see who the man is. It's Dake Ken. Just out for a jog in the winter weather. His face is rose cheeked, and his nose is also red. His beard is a bit more full than normal, as to keep his face slightly warmer. As he pulls of the beanie on his head, we see his hair is a bit longer as well. He lifts up a pad on the side of the garage, and types in a number. The garage door begins to open. Inside sit two cars. A black Honda Accord and a Black Corvette. Obviously the Corvette is mainly for show, as there is a cover roughly thrown over it, but not in a neat enough manner to really cover any of the car up. Dake opens the door leading to the kitchen of his house and walks in.*
(The machine like tendencies of a man who is so focused on perfection, that it is almost a scary thought. It is Dake's nature though. To be as perfect as possible. He knows he is human, and that errors will be made, but he will try to be as perfect as possible, no matter what. He will strive to be the absolute best there is, even if it almost kills him in the process. He will stop at nothing less than the best, and he feels that is what everyone should shoot for. That is what all the members of The Elite shot for, back when they were the most dominate group around. The Elite was founded on the idea of perfection. Take the best superstars in the wrestling world, and then have them join together, to make the most perfect team. Although, he is the only one left from The Elite, their philosophy still lives on. The idea of being perfect lives on in Dake, and is taken to new levels by Dake. As everyone knows. Dake will spend countless hours at a time watching tape, trying to learn every little trick and trade his opponent has. He will stay glued to the T.V. waiting and watching. Rewinding, and watching the same move over and over again, looking for weaknesses in their attack, but that's not all. Dake also looks for ways to improve himself. He looks for ways to make moves more effective in all of that tape. In all the tape Dake watches he does more than just break down an opponent, but he builds up himself, which is not common among those who watch tapes. The easy thought is just go for the weakness of the opponent, and then use the strengthens you already have. But why not try to make yourself better. That's the way Dake thinks. If you are just going to try and break down the opponent why worry? That's not taking the full advantage of watching tapes. The entire point is to not only break down an opponent but look for ways to do things better and more effective inside, and sometimes, outside the ring. Even if you hate someone, there is something to learn from them. Another one of Dake's philosophies. Even Dake's worst enemies have provided him with knowledge and ideas.
Even though they are everything but friends, and even though they can not stand each other. Even though there Dake has so much hate for this person, he still learned things from him. Yes, even Neo taught Dake something. Dake learned a lot from playing head games with Neo, and even learned a lot from being in the ring with Neo. Dake learned that playing head games is a nice, and very important tactic, but that is not the only thing there is to do. There are many things that need focused on, and if you focus to much on something that's not physical and not beneficial to your inring performance, than it is no need to be a focus. Of course this doesn’t mean mind games are pointless. They are very important, but getting caught up in a mind game war can lead your eyes out of the right direction. They can even get you fooled yourself. Thinking you are so much better than the other opponent you get cocky. You decide that there is almost no need to worry about this person. Another down fall. It takes time away from practicing moves, from perfecting movers rather. It takes time away from studying tape, and making sure you have your opponets move list memorized. It takes time away from going to the gym and getting ready physically for the match. There are many downfalls to spending to much time to playing mind games. A lesson Dake learned the hard way, as he was defeated by Neo during WCF V. 5. However, there are also upsides to losing. Realizing your mistakes. That is always a plus side to anything. Failing a test is not a good thing, but when you fail a test, nine times out of ten, you are going to learn what you did wrong. You will find out how to fix your problems. And sometimes, you even get a chance to redeem yourself, and make up for you mistakes. A lesson Dake learned, and went through with at the last War match, where he eliminated Neo.
Wrestling is an art, that like any other art, takes a certain skill to fully grasp. It's just like that with any sport really. There is a way to do it, and half asses it, and do it wrong, and then there is a way to do it right and do it effectively. Only the ones who do it right and do it effectively will go down as greats. Which is one thing Dake always has reached to. To go down as one of the best, if not, the best there ever has been. It's a dream of everyone really, but it's not always a reality to some. Dake has this chance. He has dominated the past few feds he has been in. He dominated XGWO each of the three times he was there. He dominated WCF along with The Elite. He even made an impact in KWA, although that wasn't much of a run, as the fed hardly got off the ground. But in the short time he took out a WCF legend, PC Cradle. A man Dake respected very much. PC embodied what a wrestler should be. Skill and wit, all wrapped up into a sadistic little man. However, they just couldn't seem to get on the same page. Which is really where every feud starts. It all begins with someone arguing and then taking their fight to the ring, where one man fights for his right, and the other one fights for his. It all comes down to who wants it more. That desire. And one desire is on everyone minds, and drives everyone harder than anything else. The desire to become the champion, and to become the greatest. The desire to rule the wrestling world. A feat of which Dake has always been so very close, but has never really, gotten to the top of the mountain so to say. Although XGWO champion, Dake obtained the title at the last XGWO show ever. Although putting PC Cradle out of action, Dake never got a title shot in the KWA. In WCF, Dake got a shot end up on top, but ended up failing. Something which always stays on his mind. The annoying thing is this. Dake has always been a top dog in every federation he's been in. He's always been a main eventer. He's been an A-list wrestler. However, every time he starts to make it to the top. To the highest point you can be at, it has been snatched away. Torn away. Or just plain, dropped right through his fingers. This has brought Dake back. This has brought him to the WCF for the second time. This has brought him to think about winning the War match, and being regarded as the best around. Being regarded as the best in the highest federation in the land.)
*Dake enters the house, and walks through the kitchen. He walks into the laundry room and picks up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He walks out of the laundry room and heads to a room. He goes inside and closes the door. Moments later you can hear water running. Dake is obviously stepping into a hot shower, to warm him up after a very chilly, to say the least, jog in the freezing cold. Time elapses as Dake takes his shower. The house is not very bright. Infact it is very dark inside Dake's house. The walls, although a slightly off-white, do not brighten the house at all. There is not much decorative ideas in the house either. In the main living room there is a couch, along with a love seat and a coffee table infront of a TV on an entertainment center. The amount of dust around the TV and entertainment center suggests that it is not used much. However the TV is a good size. The couches are a dark brown and go along with a brown area rug nicely. The floors are tiled downstairs. The kitchen has hardwood floors. The spare bedroom downstairs however does not have tile. It is carpeted is a simple light brown color. The room in fact, it empty. There is nothing in it at all. The kitchen is mainly white. The stove however is black, which creates kind of an eye sore. There is a table, on it sits a lap top. It is open, but off. The black screen reflects the feeling of the room. It's almost cheerier outside than it is in here. However, even though it is dark and bland there is still a nice since of comfort coming from it. After a few more moments pass, the water stops. A few more moments later Dake emerges in the shorts, and the t-shirt we saw him pick out from the laundry room. Dake makes his way over to a large fire place in the living room. With the flip of a switch a nice fire erupts into the fire place. This raises the spirit of the room greatly. No longer does it feel unfriendly and unbecoming, but it is now quite nice. Dake sits down at the couch for a moment. He pops his knuckles. Each one in an order that he has done for years and years. Each one the exact same way he has done for years. He then sets his hands back down into his lap. He sits for a moment and then, without stirring begins to speak.*
