Post by Kencedro on Aug 1, 2006 22:47:28 GMT -5
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At Aftermath, a grueling triple threat took place to decide the World Championship Federation Television Champion. The competition was a well fought back in forth match, but suddenly a rude visitor made his way out. With intentions to screw JJ Biggs over in this title match, Biggs was able to move out of harms way at the unknown man failed at his first two attempts. Once JJ Biggs capitalized, and successfully got the victory, and became the new Television Champion, then man return yet again. This time successfully, dropping Biggs to mat before making his exit.
What is this man’s problem with JJ Biggs? Will questions be answered? My only guess is the story shall resume at Sunday Slam!
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The scene begins at a quiet lonely little diner that is only a block away from where World Championship Federation’s pay-per-view Aftermath took place. An elder man is sitting at the counter with a mug of hot coffee to warm his nearly cold body. As two women work franticly behind the counter so they can hurry to get home. Drake Kencedro is sitting at a table for two, and across from him is the lovely Honey Valentine. The two WCF Superstars are seated behind a senior couple that is just finishing up their food, as they signal for one of the ladies behind the counter to bring them their check. Drake Kencedro looks down at table in front of him, as Honey surveys the whole diner, before glancing back over at Drake.
Honey Valentine: You know, Drake. You looked pretty impressive out there tonight.
Drake lifts his head, and takes a look around the room, and notices the elder couple leaving. He glances out of the window that is beside of the table which him and Honey are seated at.
Drake Kencedro: I didn’t get the job done.
Honey gets a confused look on her face, as she looks across the table at Drake.
Honey Valentine: What do you mean Drake? In the end you had JJ Biggs where you wanted him. Laying out cold on the mat, as you stood tall over his mangled body.
Drake Kencedro: Do you think I wanted to help JJ Biggs win the Television Championship, out there!?
Honey Valentine: Well, to me it was a…
Drake Kencedro: Was a what? Was a friendly gesture from Drake Kencedro? Honey, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever help that son of a bitch win anything…ever…again.
The anger on Drake Kencedro’s face grows. As Honey notices it, she quickly changes the subject of the conversation. Honey turns in her chair, and leans down and pulls out a slip of paper from her purse, and it has some writing on it. Drake continues to look out of the window, as Honey turns to face Drake yet again.
Honey Valentine: Hey Drake, before we left the arena I picked up the new card for Sunday Slam.
Drake continues to look at the traffic that speed by through the window. He slowly turns his head and looks at Honey, as Honey begins to read aloud.
Honey Valentine: Drake Kencedro versus Phillip Rocca.
Drake looks over at a lady behind the counter, and signals for her. He looks back over at Honey, and replies.
Drake Kencedro: Who?
Honey Valentine: It says here Phillip Rocca…I think he’s new or something.
Drake patiently waits for the waitress to come to the table, as he continues his conversation with Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: Oh well. I could careless.
Honey Valentine: I heard about this guy. He’s a self-proclaimed best technical wrestler there is.
Drake Kencedro: Honey, Honey, Honey. You’re talking to Drake Kencedro. Everywhere I go…I steal the show…night after night. Back in my NWA days I was the first ever X-Division Champion within my rookie year. Later I moved on to other organizations and still proved to be in prime shape. Unlike half of these other typical kids who try to cut it in this game we all have grown to love. I can stick to my word.
The waitress yells one second toward Drake, and Honey, as the conversation still continues on.
Honey Valentine: I know Drake. I know.
Drake Kencedro: I don’t what it takes. A win is a win where I’m from. If it takes ten steal chair shots, a couple of shots from the ring bell, or even if it takes me running over Phillip Rocca with a car. I will go to all extremes to get what I want here in WCF. And nothing …will stop me…And as of right now…I have set my goals pretty high.
Honey Valentine: What goals?
Drake gets a grin on his face, as he stares down Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: You shall find out, along with all of the WCF fans. This Sunday.
Honey looks a little confused as the takes a glance at a clock that hangs on a wall that she notices has stopped, because of a dead battery. She then rolls her eyes, and she looks at her wristwatch and notices how late it’s getting.
Honey Valentine: Hey Drake, this place is almost as dead as the people in here. Let’s go.
Drake slides back in his chair, and stands to his feet, as he walks over to Honey as she does as well. Drake grabs Honey Valentine by the hand, and the two give the waitresses behind the counter a dirty look as the exit the diner into the cold night air.
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Scene Fades
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At Aftermath, a grueling triple threat took place to decide the World Championship Federation Television Champion. The competition was a well fought back in forth match, but suddenly a rude visitor made his way out. With intentions to screw JJ Biggs over in this title match, Biggs was able to move out of harms way at the unknown man failed at his first two attempts. Once JJ Biggs capitalized, and successfully got the victory, and became the new Television Champion, then man return yet again. This time successfully, dropping Biggs to mat before making his exit.
What is this man’s problem with JJ Biggs? Will questions be answered? My only guess is the story shall resume at Sunday Slam!
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The scene begins at a quiet lonely little diner that is only a block away from where World Championship Federation’s pay-per-view Aftermath took place. An elder man is sitting at the counter with a mug of hot coffee to warm his nearly cold body. As two women work franticly behind the counter so they can hurry to get home. Drake Kencedro is sitting at a table for two, and across from him is the lovely Honey Valentine. The two WCF Superstars are seated behind a senior couple that is just finishing up their food, as they signal for one of the ladies behind the counter to bring them their check. Drake Kencedro looks down at table in front of him, as Honey surveys the whole diner, before glancing back over at Drake.
Honey Valentine: You know, Drake. You looked pretty impressive out there tonight.
Drake lifts his head, and takes a look around the room, and notices the elder couple leaving. He glances out of the window that is beside of the table which him and Honey are seated at.
Drake Kencedro: I didn’t get the job done.
Honey gets a confused look on her face, as she looks across the table at Drake.
Honey Valentine: What do you mean Drake? In the end you had JJ Biggs where you wanted him. Laying out cold on the mat, as you stood tall over his mangled body.
Drake Kencedro: Do you think I wanted to help JJ Biggs win the Television Championship, out there!?
Honey Valentine: Well, to me it was a…
Drake Kencedro: Was a what? Was a friendly gesture from Drake Kencedro? Honey, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever help that son of a bitch win anything…ever…again.
The anger on Drake Kencedro’s face grows. As Honey notices it, she quickly changes the subject of the conversation. Honey turns in her chair, and leans down and pulls out a slip of paper from her purse, and it has some writing on it. Drake continues to look out of the window, as Honey turns to face Drake yet again.
Honey Valentine: Hey Drake, before we left the arena I picked up the new card for Sunday Slam.
Drake continues to look at the traffic that speed by through the window. He slowly turns his head and looks at Honey, as Honey begins to read aloud.
Honey Valentine: Drake Kencedro versus Phillip Rocca.
Drake looks over at a lady behind the counter, and signals for her. He looks back over at Honey, and replies.
Drake Kencedro: Who?
Honey Valentine: It says here Phillip Rocca…I think he’s new or something.
Drake patiently waits for the waitress to come to the table, as he continues his conversation with Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: Oh well. I could careless.
Honey Valentine: I heard about this guy. He’s a self-proclaimed best technical wrestler there is.
Drake Kencedro: Honey, Honey, Honey. You’re talking to Drake Kencedro. Everywhere I go…I steal the show…night after night. Back in my NWA days I was the first ever X-Division Champion within my rookie year. Later I moved on to other organizations and still proved to be in prime shape. Unlike half of these other typical kids who try to cut it in this game we all have grown to love. I can stick to my word.
The waitress yells one second toward Drake, and Honey, as the conversation still continues on.
Honey Valentine: I know Drake. I know.
Drake Kencedro: I don’t what it takes. A win is a win where I’m from. If it takes ten steal chair shots, a couple of shots from the ring bell, or even if it takes me running over Phillip Rocca with a car. I will go to all extremes to get what I want here in WCF. And nothing …will stop me…And as of right now…I have set my goals pretty high.
Honey Valentine: What goals?
Drake gets a grin on his face, as he stares down Honey Valentine.
Drake Kencedro: You shall find out, along with all of the WCF fans. This Sunday.
Honey looks a little confused as the takes a glance at a clock that hangs on a wall that she notices has stopped, because of a dead battery. She then rolls her eyes, and she looks at her wristwatch and notices how late it’s getting.
Honey Valentine: Hey Drake, this place is almost as dead as the people in here. Let’s go.
Drake slides back in his chair, and stands to his feet, as he walks over to Honey as she does as well. Drake grabs Honey Valentine by the hand, and the two give the waitresses behind the counter a dirty look as the exit the diner into the cold night air.
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Scene Fades
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