Post by Kencedro on Aug 26, 2006 21:26:04 GMT -5
We first open up to a calm Friday Night. A typical night for any city, that Mr. Kencedro may be in. The animals are hidden, along with the massive population of the
town. The streets are dimly lit by the glare of a tall light pole. Down the road the glare of red, yellow, and green are faintly seen from a traffic light in the distance. The road is nearly vacant, as the camera then finds Drake Kencedro sitting at a lonely bus stop by himself, and no telling what hour of the night. A typical scene that you can see, if you look outside your window at night. Drake seems to be waiting for a bus, why else would he be sitting quietly at a deserted bus stop.
Drake Kencedro: -Sigh-
Drake seems to be faced with a tremendous amount of boredom. The road hasn’t had a vehicle transport over it, in who knows how long. Beside Kencedro sits a duffle bag, which is probably filled with his wrestling gear. Across the street, lights of small town businesses slowly dim to darkness. But across the street through the window glares of stacked television sometimes light up the streets by the flickering glare that grows off of them. From down the road, and middle-aged homeless woman slowly approaches the bench in which Drake is sitting. Drake notices the woman as she slowly grows closer and closer to Drake. Drake slowly reaches across the bench, and slowly pulls it to himself. The woman seems to be getting closer, as Drake can smell her odor from where he is sitting. The woman seems dirty from the distance in which he sees her. As she finally approaches Drake, she grins.
Lady: Seat taken?
Drake looks up at the homeless lady, and he just looks away. The lady dusts off the bench, before he slowly takes a seat. The lady fluffs the rags in which she wears as a her pants. She brushes her gray hair out of her face, and she just grins as she looks over at Drake. The two remain silent, as Drake continues to wait for the bus. Drake ponders thinking, why would a hobo be looking to ride the bus, yet alone pay the toll. Drake looks across the street, over at the television store, and coincidently a World Championship Federation Ultimate Showdown commercial comes across the screens.
Lady: What’s nice looking young man like you doing out here…this time of night?
Drake looks pointlessly at the televisions in the window. The homeless lady notices Drake is more occupied by the televisions, and she takes a look for herself. The commercial seems to show the line up for the sure to be hell of a Pay-Per-View. A brief moment goes by when it shows JJ Biggs, and Drake Kencedro.
Lady: You on the TV.
Drake lets another sigh, as he decides to reply to the old lady.
Drake Kencedro: Yep.
Lady: Are you some kind of celebrity or something?
Drake Kencedro: Some might say.
The promotion ends on the televisions, as it gives the information of where the Pay-Per-View will take place, and a last minute lineup. The television then quickly jumps to another commercial, as the two continue their conversation.
Lady: Then what are you?
Drake Kencedro: I’m a prof--…well I’m a wrestler of sorts, for a small organization.
The ladies eyes widen, as she looks at Drake from head to toe.
Lady: You’re rather small for a wrestler aren’t you?
Drake chuckles to the response the lady gave. He brushes off his pants, and he cross his airs still waiting for the bus.
Lady: My husband use to wrestle, before I lost him when our home burnt down.
Drake Kencedro: Sorry to hear that.
The lady grins as she scoot closer to Kencedro inch by inch. The lady is now tightly packed beside of Drake’s bag.
Lady: Who was that man?
Drake Kencedro: Some joke…
Lady: …joke?
Drake gets a smirk on his face before he replies.
Drake Kencedro: He’s a grown man who’s throwing tantrums like a child all because he wants some respect.
Lady: Has this mean earned any respect?
Drake Kencedro: Who knows, the past two weeks in tag matches me and my partners have gotten a victory over him. Making me two and zero against him. This fool thinks he deserves respect? All he is washed up.
The lady ponders as a very feint rumble of thunder crashes through the clouds above the unspoken city. A drop of rain falls down from the opening clouds, and trickles down her face.
Lady: Respect a very needing obsession that some strive for.
Drake Kencedro: I’m not here to be respected. I don’t care who likes me. I’m calling my shots…This an era of Drake Kencedro. I am the Cancer to World Championship Federation. And there is no cure for Cancer, baby.
The homeless lady looks shocked as she heard of what Mr. Kencedro compares himself to.
Lady: You’re…cancer?
Drake Kencedro: Indeed. I pick a victim one by one…and I slowly begin to kill them. JJ Biggs’ career ends Sunday night, at Ultimate Showdown…No one will stop me. I am unstoppable! I am the soon to be biggest force in WCF, I will always get what I want…when I want, as you can see so far. I get Biggs in a match where anything is legal…I promise to barley leave him breathing Sunday night…I promise that…
Lady: I hope you can keep your promise.
Slowly from around the corner a bus slowly rolls down the long road. The rain from the sky begins to pick up its pace, as it slowly begins to fall harder. The lady seems to act as if she cares about her looks, as she shows a look of discomfort, as she gets wet.
Drake Kencedro: Biggs can claim to be better than the competition, but I guess that means I’m just a step above all of the rest. I am Drake…Kencedro…Remember the name because it’s about to be the biggest one you have ever heard in your life!
The bus rolls up to the be in front of the bus stop, and the doors slowly swing open. Kencedro gets back to his feet, and grabs his bag as he heads onto the bus. As the doors close shut, we see Drake getting a seat as the clouds open up and it begins to pour down rain over the silent city.
town. The streets are dimly lit by the glare of a tall light pole. Down the road the glare of red, yellow, and green are faintly seen from a traffic light in the distance. The road is nearly vacant, as the camera then finds Drake Kencedro sitting at a lonely bus stop by himself, and no telling what hour of the night. A typical scene that you can see, if you look outside your window at night. Drake seems to be waiting for a bus, why else would he be sitting quietly at a deserted bus stop.
Drake Kencedro: -Sigh-
Drake seems to be faced with a tremendous amount of boredom. The road hasn’t had a vehicle transport over it, in who knows how long. Beside Kencedro sits a duffle bag, which is probably filled with his wrestling gear. Across the street, lights of small town businesses slowly dim to darkness. But across the street through the window glares of stacked television sometimes light up the streets by the flickering glare that grows off of them. From down the road, and middle-aged homeless woman slowly approaches the bench in which Drake is sitting. Drake notices the woman as she slowly grows closer and closer to Drake. Drake slowly reaches across the bench, and slowly pulls it to himself. The woman seems to be getting closer, as Drake can smell her odor from where he is sitting. The woman seems dirty from the distance in which he sees her. As she finally approaches Drake, she grins.
Lady: Seat taken?
Drake looks up at the homeless lady, and he just looks away. The lady dusts off the bench, before he slowly takes a seat. The lady fluffs the rags in which she wears as a her pants. She brushes her gray hair out of her face, and she just grins as she looks over at Drake. The two remain silent, as Drake continues to wait for the bus. Drake ponders thinking, why would a hobo be looking to ride the bus, yet alone pay the toll. Drake looks across the street, over at the television store, and coincidently a World Championship Federation Ultimate Showdown commercial comes across the screens.
Lady: What’s nice looking young man like you doing out here…this time of night?
Drake looks pointlessly at the televisions in the window. The homeless lady notices Drake is more occupied by the televisions, and she takes a look for herself. The commercial seems to show the line up for the sure to be hell of a Pay-Per-View. A brief moment goes by when it shows JJ Biggs, and Drake Kencedro.
Lady: You on the TV.
Drake lets another sigh, as he decides to reply to the old lady.
Drake Kencedro: Yep.
Lady: Are you some kind of celebrity or something?
Drake Kencedro: Some might say.
The promotion ends on the televisions, as it gives the information of where the Pay-Per-View will take place, and a last minute lineup. The television then quickly jumps to another commercial, as the two continue their conversation.
Lady: Then what are you?
Drake Kencedro: I’m a prof--…well I’m a wrestler of sorts, for a small organization.
The ladies eyes widen, as she looks at Drake from head to toe.
Lady: You’re rather small for a wrestler aren’t you?
Drake chuckles to the response the lady gave. He brushes off his pants, and he cross his airs still waiting for the bus.
Lady: My husband use to wrestle, before I lost him when our home burnt down.
Drake Kencedro: Sorry to hear that.
The lady grins as she scoot closer to Kencedro inch by inch. The lady is now tightly packed beside of Drake’s bag.
Lady: Who was that man?
Drake Kencedro: Some joke…
Lady: …joke?
Drake gets a smirk on his face before he replies.
Drake Kencedro: He’s a grown man who’s throwing tantrums like a child all because he wants some respect.
Lady: Has this mean earned any respect?
Drake Kencedro: Who knows, the past two weeks in tag matches me and my partners have gotten a victory over him. Making me two and zero against him. This fool thinks he deserves respect? All he is washed up.
The lady ponders as a very feint rumble of thunder crashes through the clouds above the unspoken city. A drop of rain falls down from the opening clouds, and trickles down her face.
Lady: Respect a very needing obsession that some strive for.
Drake Kencedro: I’m not here to be respected. I don’t care who likes me. I’m calling my shots…This an era of Drake Kencedro. I am the Cancer to World Championship Federation. And there is no cure for Cancer, baby.
The homeless lady looks shocked as she heard of what Mr. Kencedro compares himself to.
Lady: You’re…cancer?
Drake Kencedro: Indeed. I pick a victim one by one…and I slowly begin to kill them. JJ Biggs’ career ends Sunday night, at Ultimate Showdown…No one will stop me. I am unstoppable! I am the soon to be biggest force in WCF, I will always get what I want…when I want, as you can see so far. I get Biggs in a match where anything is legal…I promise to barley leave him breathing Sunday night…I promise that…
Lady: I hope you can keep your promise.
Slowly from around the corner a bus slowly rolls down the long road. The rain from the sky begins to pick up its pace, as it slowly begins to fall harder. The lady seems to act as if she cares about her looks, as she shows a look of discomfort, as she gets wet.
Drake Kencedro: Biggs can claim to be better than the competition, but I guess that means I’m just a step above all of the rest. I am Drake…Kencedro…Remember the name because it’s about to be the biggest one you have ever heard in your life!
The bus rolls up to the be in front of the bus stop, and the doors slowly swing open. Kencedro gets back to his feet, and grabs his bag as he heads onto the bus. As the doors close shut, we see Drake getting a seat as the clouds open up and it begins to pour down rain over the silent city.
