Post by Dake Ken on Jan 20, 2006 1:32:52 GMT -5
*The shot opens up one a long stretch of road. Empty from all forms of life. There are not cars or animals around. Actually though, saying it is absent of life is a false statement. There are trees all around. In a way it looks like the only part of the land that has been touched is the area where the road has been made. It is slightly curved and all above hand tree limbs. The almost appear like arms haging down trying to grab a car as it goes past. Trying to catch it and possibly purge it from the amazing area. Get rid of the suffocating toxins it puts in the air for the trees to breath. The trees are almost like a symbol. A symbol of protection looming over, waiting to protect it's smaller counterparts. The other plants. Yes the trees. The guardians of the forest. The forest that has been almost untouched, except for the winding strech of road that continues on as far as the eye can see. The shot, shoes the length of the road. Seemingly going on forever. Part of it lost in the trees and then reappearing in the middle of the screen in sections. An odd effect, especially when driving. To see the road ahead of you blocked and dropped of, then cut and cropped and placed somewhere else, that is completely different than what you would expect. It almost gives you the feeling that you are about to drive off a cliff and fall to a quick, but still quite painful death. To see the road cut into piece of a puzzle and then placed at random points at random angles. It almost makes you head spin. Another effect of the towering trees that are standing watch over the rest of the plants in the small area. They form a blanket overhead. Trapping all who enter in. And they form a wall on the sides, making sure nothing can get through. Only things that are pure of heart, and belong to the nature. Only things that will do no harm to anything else. It all makes sense though. As this place IS beautiful. The large trees, with their massive trunks, and their hide of bark are doing their job and protecting an area of land that should be protected anyways. An area of land that should have never been touched in the first place. It's virgin soil should have never been dug into with the likes of shovels and machines. Yet this is the way the world works. The things that shouldn't happen ... always seem to happen.
The trees' leaves over head, are covering up the sun light. Only the light that is penetrating the leaves is making it through. This is casting everything in a heavy jade green and emerald green light. The effect is quite beautiful. The area is drenched in a lovely scene of green. Some parts darker than the others. Some parts a type of bright green. Some parts of the light seems to be almost joined together. In an endless effect of swirl. As if the two colors had joined hands and then begun to run around in a circle. Playing a game of "ring around the rosie" no doubt. An odd game for such a joyus thing to play. As the fun childhood game ... a game with no real point, if you can even call it a game, is about death. Like so many other things in this life. The song is about the dreaded Black Plauge. The sickness that tormented Europe during the medivel times. The sickness that had no cure, and a cause that was unknown. Untill recent times of course. But this seemingly adds to the beauty of the scene. The dark meaning of the song only, in every way shape and form, contrasts with the place that sits before us. Still motionless. Almost as though everything is so perfect it can not be ture. The wildflowers on the side of the road, protected by the trees that gaurd them, are huge and are so bright in color it as if someone had acutally gone up to them everyday and painted them an extra coat of the color they were supposed to be. Not only that. It seems as though they have been given the strongest fertilizer in the world. They are the thickest bunch of wild flowers around. They are, in one word, beautiful ... but one word does not do them justice. They are more than just beautiful. They are more than just what we can see them as. They are perfect. They embody the innocence of the place. The place that has only been slightly disrupted by the horrid nature of humans. The place that is so perfect, so still, so caught ... caught in a time warp.
The scene is suddenly ripped from our eyes. The door on Dake Ken's refridgerator is slammed shut. All that can be seen now is part of the counter and the tile backsplash in Dake's kithcen. The camera zooms out quickly and trys to get a focus on Dake, who is standing still with his eyes locked on the camera. He looks for a moment and then turns. He walks over to a round table in a more secluded part of the kitchen. It isn't a dining room, as it is connected to the kitchen, but it's just a simple place to sit down and have a meal. Dake's kitchen can be really seen for the first time, in recent memory. The tile backsplash, which matches the tile on the floor, has a very earthy color to it. Many browns and darker, yet soft, hues make up the relaxing atmosphere that surronds Dake's bland kitchen. The colors aren't horribly askew. Dake's wood finished cabniets add to the earth effect. Darker counter tops also make the backsplash stand out a bit, but the counters still catch your eye more. They are a very very dark brown. Almost a black. It is very shiny, and there are small small specks of green in there. The green accents, and makes your eyes draw to the counter tops. Dake's dishwasher is a normal white color, along with his refrigerator. The stove, which is obviously quite new, is black. On the stove sits a skillet. A small noise of popping and sizzling can be heard coming from it. Steam rises from the inside of the skilet. Dake, who is now sitting at the table, is reading a news paper. Next to him is a large carton of orange juice. Which is what he grabbed from the fridge earlier. On the other side of him sits a large glass with orange juice in it. The small round table has enough area on it just for Dake. The rest of the table is covered in papers. There is only one chair, and that is in the place Dake is sitting. Next to the table there is a large glass sliding door, leading to the backyard of the house. The large sliding blinds for it are open, and fresh morning sunlight is pouring through the large cracks.
Outside the door, a small sound can be heard. "Mew ... mew." The sound starts out quite. Obviously Dake doesn't hear it, as he simply turns the page of the news paper he is reading. He looks as though he has just woken up. He has a simple white t-shirt that he would normally wear as an undershirt. His pants are pajama pants. They have martini glasses and olives on them. The olives each have little plastic swords, and some are fighting. A few of the olives are impaled, and dying. Humorous. The sound from the patio gets a bit louder. "Meow ... meow." However Dake seems to be engrossed in an article in the news paper. He has a look of concentration on his face. The kind of concentration when you come across something you find very interesting. Something that you actually enjoy to read. Rare as it is now days. This still happens. Reading is a way of escape. A way to sharpen the brain. The way Dake looks though, is as if someone had sharpened his brow, which is furrowed so hard, it looks rather sharp. Almost as if you were to touch it, you would draw blood on it edge of his brow. Again the noise from the patio grows even louder. Almost to a pleading point. "MEOW .... MEOW!" Dake is jolted back to reality, and looks outside. There is the black and white cat seen before, but now it is out back, meowing at the window to come in, because, in it now easy to see for the first time, it is snowing. Dake lets out a chuckle and opens the door. The cat darts inside. It shakes some snow off it's whiskers and then walks over to a food dish that is kept by the table in a corner. Dake smiles at the cat. He glances to the stove. He walks over and then turns off the stove. He reaches in a cabinet for a plate and pulls it down. Dake takes a couple of egges out of the skillet and then sets it in the sink. He hoses it down, sending steam everywhere. He smiles. One of the simple things. He goes and he sits back down at the table and starts to eat.
Dake, starts to eat the eggs. He does this in while having the news paper lay out in front of his plate. He goes back to the article he was reading before he let the cat in. It's easy to tell because he takes the same expression again. Why this is happening, no one knows, but he looks very focused. Yet all at the same time he's eating. Which gives a funny effect. It almost looks as though he is trying very hard to chew. Which would have to be what he was doing if it wasn't for the paper. The paper is the only thing that makes it look as though he is not attempting to eat in a mechanical fashion. Yes, just like everything else Dake does, the way he chews his food is all set to an inner metronome in his head. Ticking at a certain tempo, dictating his rhythm. Each movement of the jaw is dictated and obeys the time in which it is given the command to open and close. All this simply to grind up food. The cat, who is now done eating, walks under Dake's chair. He rubs himself on each of Dake's legs and paws at him a bit. Dake looks down at the cat and says, "Just a moment." The cat seems to understand, but is obviously annoyed by this as it walks away to the den. Dake watches the cat go. When the cat is out of site Dake goes back to eating. He looks up from the paper. Looks at the picture on the refrigerator. The perfect picture, but abstract in a way. Being so amazingly beautiful, but having a road that is chopped and almost dangerous looking. Dake looks at with a look on, not intensity, but simple interest. Trying to peace together some hidden meaning to it. Trying to guess why something so perfect might not exist. There is a deep look in his eyes. The same look that is sparked in a young child during a learning period. The same spark that is triggered by the addition of something new to the brain. Only Dake's face seems to be showing a road block. Dake lets out a deep sigh and stands up. He sets the plate on the ground. At that very instant the cat trots back in and starts to lick and eat the scraps. Dake smirks down at the cat and walks to the staircase in the living room. He makes his way up the stair case, gliding his hand along the rail. He walks down a hallway, and turns left into the first room on his left. The room is baren, except for a pool table, a couch, and a large screen TV. Many boxes lay around the room with tapes, DVDs, CDs that have video clips on them, etc. Dake sits on the couch and picks up a remote. He presses a button and the TV comes on. He presses play and a video pops up. The screen shows the title, "Thing to focus on, technically: My Move List." Moments later Dake is watching himself, give instructions on moves he likes to use, and how to make sure they are most effective.*
(A man who never stops using his mind to improve his body. A very scary combination. Dake is willing to use the power of his mind and his body to become a better wrestling, and climb closer to that status of being the greatest. He has never stoped doing this. And it has always worked. The only down side is the fact, that in watching tapes, and in reviewing moves, there is less time to focus on one's body. However Dake has done a good job. A fair sized man, he makes sure that he is always in top physical condition before he makes his way into the ring for a match. He makes sure that there will be no way he is not ready for a match physcially. He, however, is never worried about the mental aspect of a match. For he has, not only, gone over it many times before, but he has studied it enough to make sure there are not malfunctions in his brain when he is about to go into, or is already in a match. That is the aspect that Dake has that many wrestlers do not have. One reason that Dake is one of the best in the business today. He has the ability to look at brains and not put them before brawn, but he can look at brawn, and not put it before brains. There has to be a equal amount of both for one to be successful. That is a very valuable lesson Dake has learned. For in his time he has seen many big men, who come in and stand head and shoulders above the rest physically. Their size making them feared. Their strength matched by none around. However, Dake has always seen these men fall. Because they lack the thought process, seemingly, to actually fight a real wrestling match. They lack the idea to match someone like Dake in a technical way, on a technical level. It's not the fact that they weren't smart men. It's simply the fact that they had the idea of what makes a good wrestler wrong. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
On the opposite side of the spectrum though, Dake has seen very small men physically come into the business, and try to win, with just their brains. They come in and study study study, and have nothing else on their minds. However, if you were to get into a real, prolonged match, they would wear out. Because instead of that little extra bit of conditioning and practice, they have been doing a little bit more of watching tapes. Why? Because it's easy. Dake will admit. It takes great self-discipline to get up and get off the damn couch and go out and actually do something. It takes a lot of work to force yourself out of your comfort zone. It's like being in college. You don't have to go to class. There are really no tangible consequences for not going to class. Skipping seems like a good idea. You're tired. You need some rest. Yeah ... I'll skip. It's fine. Nothing bad will happen. So you do. You skip. Then, you do it the next day. And the next. Before you know it. You're on academic probation and you have nothing. You are about to flunk out of college because you spent to much time being a lazy bastard, rather than doing what was important. This is just like the men who come into the business and think that watching a shitload of tapes is going to get them to the level that they dream of. Sure, some of these guys are so technically gifted that even Dake, who is no shab at the technician angle of wrestling, has become jealous over some of their skills. They could honestly give any great a run for their money technically. However, they have no physical ability. Their moves are weak. Everything they do is slowed down to a point where you can predict what they are going to do, before they do it. Some make to much of a show of their knowledge and try to preform moves that they haven't practiced or perfectected. Which ends up in nothing at all, but an opening for their opponent to attack. They have become lazy and lack the physicality needed to survive. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
So Dake seeing all this has decided to take a very methodical approach to all of this. Why focus to much on one thing. It all seemed clear enough. Everyone has made that mistake.. Focusing too much on one aspect. Dake, when he originally started in the business, wanted to be a high flyer. He wanted to be the man who made the crowd go "ohhh" and "awww" however, that never got him far. It was then that he realized that focusing on one aspect will never get him anywhere. Again Dake has seen it. Again Dake knows all to well the men who have come before him and tired to much to be something they aren't. He has seen the high flyers come and go. He has seen them end their careers because of a stupid, pointless, way of getting to their dream. He has seen people dive off ladders, jump through tables, crash through rings, jump off buildings. All for trying to get the men in the back to notice them and give them the boost they need. To give them the chance to see them in the big time. The only problem is ... that will never happen. Having a champion who will put his body on the line is not a good thing. Because there's a good chance that person doesn't have any idea of what being a champion is all about. It's not about taking carzy risks, it's about proving yourself as the best. Not trying to fit into this one way, or trying to do this one thing. It's about being able to stay on top, and stay healthy. These men never get the chance to earn a title, because everyone knows they won't be able to keep it for long. They always end up making a mistake, and costing themselves the match. They become obsessed with hearing the crowd and will go to any lengths to get a cheap pop. Which is why they never get a shot. Which is why they are so stupid in making the choice they make. They come and go and come and go. All thinking the same thing, all not listening to reason. Dake was lucky, he saw it. But many of the high flyers don't. Just like other men who are so obsessed with being something they're not. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
Then, of course, are the men who surround themselves with the best in the business. An idea that has worked, and even in some ways has worked for Dake. However. This idea is not a good one, or it leads people to be stuck in the shadow, and have to fight their way out. Dake made this mistake with Trent Hunter. It wasn't the fact that Dake was stuck in Trent's shadow in reality, as everyone knew that the Lone Wolf and Dake Ken were equals. They had learned from each other. Taught one another things that the other hadn't even thought of. However. The problem with friends who are very high in the business is the fact it creates an inferiority complex that never seems to leave. In most cases people are not able to get out of that state of mind either. They are always held back because of the way they act. Dake was a lucky case again, as with the high flyer syndrome. Dake was able to get out of the shadow of Trent in his own mind. Because he ended up as the top man. Dake ended up as the man on top of the XGWO and not Trent. Which is what Dake wanted and strived for. However, many men do not go about everything in the same way. Most men do not use their "friends" who have status to learn, but simply use them as stepping stones to get to bigger and better thing. They try to step over the man who is the highest in the business. This step however, usually comes back to bite the fool in the ass. To many times it has been done. Turn on your friend to get to the top. It'll work great ... right? No. Because it reveals the true cowardice in which you dwell. It shows you inner daemons. It shows how foolish you are to think that, if you turn on your friend and stab him in the back, then it will all come around as pay off in your favor. They ignore the laws of karma, and they just believe that everything they do will turn golden. However, this is not true. This usually causes a huge uprising against the man. Who would want to befriend a back stabber. There is no support for the man who uses people as stepping stones. So in a short amount of time. They go from being a star by affiliation, to just being nothing. It is a foolish move to try and cover up your lack of mental or physicall ability by clinging to someone who does, just to use them. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
Yet throughout all the failure, and throughout all the stupidity. There are people who have gotten to the top the right way. Some of them are in WCF at this very moment. Some of them are not longer around. Some of them are legends of their time. Dake Ken is one of them of course, but he is not the only one. Logan. Logan, the man who is basically the personification of WCF is an example of the correct way to get to the top. A good mixture of moves, skill, and luck. Not to mention power and cunning. All the things needed to make a truly great wrestling. A wrestler who knows his stuff. A wrestler that doesn't make mistakes. The same goes with Dake, who is the personification of the XGWO. Both men are corner stones of their federation. Dake the most recent, and last, champion of the XGWO, and arguably the best wrestler to step foot in the XGWO ring. Logan is the greatest WCF Champion of all time, and easily the man to beat in the WCF. If there's a way to get over in the WCF ... it's to beat Logan. Other greats are there to mention as well. Trent Hunter. A man who dominated both WCF and XGWO. A man who lead, one of the greatest groups of all time, The Elite, and the man who taught other people. There are many more greats that can be named. But focusing on how they got there is what is important. That's what is important to Dake. He looks at, not only himself and his own plans, but he, along with mental and physical exercise, studies the past and makes note of the greats and how they got to where they were. This is what many other greats who have come before Dake have done as well. It all comes down to the devotion and the want. The burn the desire. If you have the heart you can make it. It's that simple. Do not be foolish, do not be obsessed, don't try to be something your not. Be what you are. Do what needs to be done. Follow the path of those lead before. These men don't make the mistakes. Mistakes that most men make, mistakes that, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.)
*As Dake watches the end of his descriptions of his favorite moves and how they are to be done most effectively, he leans back. He sets a notepad that he had been taking notes down on beside him. He lets out a sigh and begins to talk.*
The trees' leaves over head, are covering up the sun light. Only the light that is penetrating the leaves is making it through. This is casting everything in a heavy jade green and emerald green light. The effect is quite beautiful. The area is drenched in a lovely scene of green. Some parts darker than the others. Some parts a type of bright green. Some parts of the light seems to be almost joined together. In an endless effect of swirl. As if the two colors had joined hands and then begun to run around in a circle. Playing a game of "ring around the rosie" no doubt. An odd game for such a joyus thing to play. As the fun childhood game ... a game with no real point, if you can even call it a game, is about death. Like so many other things in this life. The song is about the dreaded Black Plauge. The sickness that tormented Europe during the medivel times. The sickness that had no cure, and a cause that was unknown. Untill recent times of course. But this seemingly adds to the beauty of the scene. The dark meaning of the song only, in every way shape and form, contrasts with the place that sits before us. Still motionless. Almost as though everything is so perfect it can not be ture. The wildflowers on the side of the road, protected by the trees that gaurd them, are huge and are so bright in color it as if someone had acutally gone up to them everyday and painted them an extra coat of the color they were supposed to be. Not only that. It seems as though they have been given the strongest fertilizer in the world. They are the thickest bunch of wild flowers around. They are, in one word, beautiful ... but one word does not do them justice. They are more than just beautiful. They are more than just what we can see them as. They are perfect. They embody the innocence of the place. The place that has only been slightly disrupted by the horrid nature of humans. The place that is so perfect, so still, so caught ... caught in a time warp.
The scene is suddenly ripped from our eyes. The door on Dake Ken's refridgerator is slammed shut. All that can be seen now is part of the counter and the tile backsplash in Dake's kithcen. The camera zooms out quickly and trys to get a focus on Dake, who is standing still with his eyes locked on the camera. He looks for a moment and then turns. He walks over to a round table in a more secluded part of the kitchen. It isn't a dining room, as it is connected to the kitchen, but it's just a simple place to sit down and have a meal. Dake's kitchen can be really seen for the first time, in recent memory. The tile backsplash, which matches the tile on the floor, has a very earthy color to it. Many browns and darker, yet soft, hues make up the relaxing atmosphere that surronds Dake's bland kitchen. The colors aren't horribly askew. Dake's wood finished cabniets add to the earth effect. Darker counter tops also make the backsplash stand out a bit, but the counters still catch your eye more. They are a very very dark brown. Almost a black. It is very shiny, and there are small small specks of green in there. The green accents, and makes your eyes draw to the counter tops. Dake's dishwasher is a normal white color, along with his refrigerator. The stove, which is obviously quite new, is black. On the stove sits a skillet. A small noise of popping and sizzling can be heard coming from it. Steam rises from the inside of the skilet. Dake, who is now sitting at the table, is reading a news paper. Next to him is a large carton of orange juice. Which is what he grabbed from the fridge earlier. On the other side of him sits a large glass with orange juice in it. The small round table has enough area on it just for Dake. The rest of the table is covered in papers. There is only one chair, and that is in the place Dake is sitting. Next to the table there is a large glass sliding door, leading to the backyard of the house. The large sliding blinds for it are open, and fresh morning sunlight is pouring through the large cracks.
Outside the door, a small sound can be heard. "Mew ... mew." The sound starts out quite. Obviously Dake doesn't hear it, as he simply turns the page of the news paper he is reading. He looks as though he has just woken up. He has a simple white t-shirt that he would normally wear as an undershirt. His pants are pajama pants. They have martini glasses and olives on them. The olives each have little plastic swords, and some are fighting. A few of the olives are impaled, and dying. Humorous. The sound from the patio gets a bit louder. "Meow ... meow." However Dake seems to be engrossed in an article in the news paper. He has a look of concentration on his face. The kind of concentration when you come across something you find very interesting. Something that you actually enjoy to read. Rare as it is now days. This still happens. Reading is a way of escape. A way to sharpen the brain. The way Dake looks though, is as if someone had sharpened his brow, which is furrowed so hard, it looks rather sharp. Almost as if you were to touch it, you would draw blood on it edge of his brow. Again the noise from the patio grows even louder. Almost to a pleading point. "MEOW .... MEOW!" Dake is jolted back to reality, and looks outside. There is the black and white cat seen before, but now it is out back, meowing at the window to come in, because, in it now easy to see for the first time, it is snowing. Dake lets out a chuckle and opens the door. The cat darts inside. It shakes some snow off it's whiskers and then walks over to a food dish that is kept by the table in a corner. Dake smiles at the cat. He glances to the stove. He walks over and then turns off the stove. He reaches in a cabinet for a plate and pulls it down. Dake takes a couple of egges out of the skillet and then sets it in the sink. He hoses it down, sending steam everywhere. He smiles. One of the simple things. He goes and he sits back down at the table and starts to eat.
Dake, starts to eat the eggs. He does this in while having the news paper lay out in front of his plate. He goes back to the article he was reading before he let the cat in. It's easy to tell because he takes the same expression again. Why this is happening, no one knows, but he looks very focused. Yet all at the same time he's eating. Which gives a funny effect. It almost looks as though he is trying very hard to chew. Which would have to be what he was doing if it wasn't for the paper. The paper is the only thing that makes it look as though he is not attempting to eat in a mechanical fashion. Yes, just like everything else Dake does, the way he chews his food is all set to an inner metronome in his head. Ticking at a certain tempo, dictating his rhythm. Each movement of the jaw is dictated and obeys the time in which it is given the command to open and close. All this simply to grind up food. The cat, who is now done eating, walks under Dake's chair. He rubs himself on each of Dake's legs and paws at him a bit. Dake looks down at the cat and says, "Just a moment." The cat seems to understand, but is obviously annoyed by this as it walks away to the den. Dake watches the cat go. When the cat is out of site Dake goes back to eating. He looks up from the paper. Looks at the picture on the refrigerator. The perfect picture, but abstract in a way. Being so amazingly beautiful, but having a road that is chopped and almost dangerous looking. Dake looks at with a look on, not intensity, but simple interest. Trying to peace together some hidden meaning to it. Trying to guess why something so perfect might not exist. There is a deep look in his eyes. The same look that is sparked in a young child during a learning period. The same spark that is triggered by the addition of something new to the brain. Only Dake's face seems to be showing a road block. Dake lets out a deep sigh and stands up. He sets the plate on the ground. At that very instant the cat trots back in and starts to lick and eat the scraps. Dake smirks down at the cat and walks to the staircase in the living room. He makes his way up the stair case, gliding his hand along the rail. He walks down a hallway, and turns left into the first room on his left. The room is baren, except for a pool table, a couch, and a large screen TV. Many boxes lay around the room with tapes, DVDs, CDs that have video clips on them, etc. Dake sits on the couch and picks up a remote. He presses a button and the TV comes on. He presses play and a video pops up. The screen shows the title, "Thing to focus on, technically: My Move List." Moments later Dake is watching himself, give instructions on moves he likes to use, and how to make sure they are most effective.*
(A man who never stops using his mind to improve his body. A very scary combination. Dake is willing to use the power of his mind and his body to become a better wrestling, and climb closer to that status of being the greatest. He has never stoped doing this. And it has always worked. The only down side is the fact, that in watching tapes, and in reviewing moves, there is less time to focus on one's body. However Dake has done a good job. A fair sized man, he makes sure that he is always in top physical condition before he makes his way into the ring for a match. He makes sure that there will be no way he is not ready for a match physcially. He, however, is never worried about the mental aspect of a match. For he has, not only, gone over it many times before, but he has studied it enough to make sure there are not malfunctions in his brain when he is about to go into, or is already in a match. That is the aspect that Dake has that many wrestlers do not have. One reason that Dake is one of the best in the business today. He has the ability to look at brains and not put them before brawn, but he can look at brawn, and not put it before brains. There has to be a equal amount of both for one to be successful. That is a very valuable lesson Dake has learned. For in his time he has seen many big men, who come in and stand head and shoulders above the rest physically. Their size making them feared. Their strength matched by none around. However, Dake has always seen these men fall. Because they lack the thought process, seemingly, to actually fight a real wrestling match. They lack the idea to match someone like Dake in a technical way, on a technical level. It's not the fact that they weren't smart men. It's simply the fact that they had the idea of what makes a good wrestler wrong. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
On the opposite side of the spectrum though, Dake has seen very small men physically come into the business, and try to win, with just their brains. They come in and study study study, and have nothing else on their minds. However, if you were to get into a real, prolonged match, they would wear out. Because instead of that little extra bit of conditioning and practice, they have been doing a little bit more of watching tapes. Why? Because it's easy. Dake will admit. It takes great self-discipline to get up and get off the damn couch and go out and actually do something. It takes a lot of work to force yourself out of your comfort zone. It's like being in college. You don't have to go to class. There are really no tangible consequences for not going to class. Skipping seems like a good idea. You're tired. You need some rest. Yeah ... I'll skip. It's fine. Nothing bad will happen. So you do. You skip. Then, you do it the next day. And the next. Before you know it. You're on academic probation and you have nothing. You are about to flunk out of college because you spent to much time being a lazy bastard, rather than doing what was important. This is just like the men who come into the business and think that watching a shitload of tapes is going to get them to the level that they dream of. Sure, some of these guys are so technically gifted that even Dake, who is no shab at the technician angle of wrestling, has become jealous over some of their skills. They could honestly give any great a run for their money technically. However, they have no physical ability. Their moves are weak. Everything they do is slowed down to a point where you can predict what they are going to do, before they do it. Some make to much of a show of their knowledge and try to preform moves that they haven't practiced or perfectected. Which ends up in nothing at all, but an opening for their opponent to attack. They have become lazy and lack the physicality needed to survive. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
So Dake seeing all this has decided to take a very methodical approach to all of this. Why focus to much on one thing. It all seemed clear enough. Everyone has made that mistake.. Focusing too much on one aspect. Dake, when he originally started in the business, wanted to be a high flyer. He wanted to be the man who made the crowd go "ohhh" and "awww" however, that never got him far. It was then that he realized that focusing on one aspect will never get him anywhere. Again Dake has seen it. Again Dake knows all to well the men who have come before him and tired to much to be something they aren't. He has seen the high flyers come and go. He has seen them end their careers because of a stupid, pointless, way of getting to their dream. He has seen people dive off ladders, jump through tables, crash through rings, jump off buildings. All for trying to get the men in the back to notice them and give them the boost they need. To give them the chance to see them in the big time. The only problem is ... that will never happen. Having a champion who will put his body on the line is not a good thing. Because there's a good chance that person doesn't have any idea of what being a champion is all about. It's not about taking carzy risks, it's about proving yourself as the best. Not trying to fit into this one way, or trying to do this one thing. It's about being able to stay on top, and stay healthy. These men never get the chance to earn a title, because everyone knows they won't be able to keep it for long. They always end up making a mistake, and costing themselves the match. They become obsessed with hearing the crowd and will go to any lengths to get a cheap pop. Which is why they never get a shot. Which is why they are so stupid in making the choice they make. They come and go and come and go. All thinking the same thing, all not listening to reason. Dake was lucky, he saw it. But many of the high flyers don't. Just like other men who are so obsessed with being something they're not. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
Then, of course, are the men who surround themselves with the best in the business. An idea that has worked, and even in some ways has worked for Dake. However. This idea is not a good one, or it leads people to be stuck in the shadow, and have to fight their way out. Dake made this mistake with Trent Hunter. It wasn't the fact that Dake was stuck in Trent's shadow in reality, as everyone knew that the Lone Wolf and Dake Ken were equals. They had learned from each other. Taught one another things that the other hadn't even thought of. However. The problem with friends who are very high in the business is the fact it creates an inferiority complex that never seems to leave. In most cases people are not able to get out of that state of mind either. They are always held back because of the way they act. Dake was a lucky case again, as with the high flyer syndrome. Dake was able to get out of the shadow of Trent in his own mind. Because he ended up as the top man. Dake ended up as the man on top of the XGWO and not Trent. Which is what Dake wanted and strived for. However, many men do not go about everything in the same way. Most men do not use their "friends" who have status to learn, but simply use them as stepping stones to get to bigger and better thing. They try to step over the man who is the highest in the business. This step however, usually comes back to bite the fool in the ass. To many times it has been done. Turn on your friend to get to the top. It'll work great ... right? No. Because it reveals the true cowardice in which you dwell. It shows you inner daemons. It shows how foolish you are to think that, if you turn on your friend and stab him in the back, then it will all come around as pay off in your favor. They ignore the laws of karma, and they just believe that everything they do will turn golden. However, this is not true. This usually causes a huge uprising against the man. Who would want to befriend a back stabber. There is no support for the man who uses people as stepping stones. So in a short amount of time. They go from being a star by affiliation, to just being nothing. It is a foolish move to try and cover up your lack of mental or physicall ability by clinging to someone who does, just to use them. A mistake that has, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.
Yet throughout all the failure, and throughout all the stupidity. There are people who have gotten to the top the right way. Some of them are in WCF at this very moment. Some of them are not longer around. Some of them are legends of their time. Dake Ken is one of them of course, but he is not the only one. Logan. Logan, the man who is basically the personification of WCF is an example of the correct way to get to the top. A good mixture of moves, skill, and luck. Not to mention power and cunning. All the things needed to make a truly great wrestling. A wrestler who knows his stuff. A wrestler that doesn't make mistakes. The same goes with Dake, who is the personification of the XGWO. Both men are corner stones of their federation. Dake the most recent, and last, champion of the XGWO, and arguably the best wrestler to step foot in the XGWO ring. Logan is the greatest WCF Champion of all time, and easily the man to beat in the WCF. If there's a way to get over in the WCF ... it's to beat Logan. Other greats are there to mention as well. Trent Hunter. A man who dominated both WCF and XGWO. A man who lead, one of the greatest groups of all time, The Elite, and the man who taught other people. There are many more greats that can be named. But focusing on how they got there is what is important. That's what is important to Dake. He looks at, not only himself and his own plans, but he, along with mental and physical exercise, studies the past and makes note of the greats and how they got to where they were. This is what many other greats who have come before Dake have done as well. It all comes down to the devotion and the want. The burn the desire. If you have the heart you can make it. It's that simple. Do not be foolish, do not be obsessed, don't try to be something your not. Be what you are. Do what needs to be done. Follow the path of those lead before. These men don't make the mistakes. Mistakes that most men make, mistakes that, most likely, cost them many chances at getting to their dreams ... the dreams all men have.)
*As Dake watches the end of his descriptions of his favorite moves and how they are to be done most effectively, he leans back. He sets a notepad that he had been taking notes down on beside him. He lets out a sigh and begins to talk.*
