Post by Dake Ken on Jan 22, 2006 11:56:55 GMT -5
*The XGWO has invaded another city. The sights the sounds of the largest wrestling federation, with the most dominate names in wrestling today have drawn a huge crowd that is cramming the arena to the brink of it busting. People are screaming. The noise is deafening. The mixture of all the neon colored poster-board with slogans and catchy jokes on it blurs your vision as the camera whips around. The silver XGWO symbol with its glowing neon green halo are on the big screen above the entrance. The large metal ramp leads down to the ring. The stage has huge scaffolds on either side. The same XGWO logo on the big screen, is on the ring's apron. The announcers’ table has a mini XGWO logo on the front and the two announcers are in deep conversation about the nights events. The main topic of the conversation is The Elite. Which, at the time, is comprised on Dake Ken, X-Rated, and Jason Tilley. The music in the arena is playing loudly over the PA system. There is a fresh haze to the scene. The smoke from the fireworks is the reason for this. An insane scene of people. Going crazy over their favorite stars. Their favorite wrestlers. Screaming with everything they have. The nosie is still deafening. Slowly though everything fades to silence. Then the lights slowly dim down to nothing. Black fills the stadium. In gold and silver on the big screen the words, "The Elite" come across the big screen. Gold pyro shoots out from the stage as The Elite comes out form behind the curtain. X-Rated leading them down to the ring. On his right, Dake Ken. On his left, Jason Tilley. All are dressed very well. The cheers for them are amazing. Although they are the ass holes. They are respected. They make their way down to the ring. Their shirts rippling with every step. X-Rated roll through the bottom ropes. Jason Tilley climbs up the apron. Dake Ken heads to the stairs and climbs up. He steps through the middle ropes. They all make their way to separate turnbuckles. They mount the second rope and lift their hands in the air. Fists raised, the sound from the crowd almost knocks them down. It's an insane scene and an insane reaction.
The shot then stops. Lines of noise cut up the scene in many pieces. Part of the top can be seen in the bottom. The middle is now at the top. All the scene quickly rewinds. Back to the beging. Back to the start of the shot. The XGWO has invaded another city. The arena is being filled by people. The scene moves away from the large TV that Dake Ken is watching. Dake is sitting on his couch. His hair looks wet, and his face is red. His breathing is a bit rushed, but it is not out of rhythm. It still is falling up and down on the noiseless metronome that clicks in Dake's ear. The one that commands all his movements in a very quick snappy type, machinelike movement that is always perfect. Dake sits there and rewatches the scene. The reflection of the TV can be seen in his eyes. The pupil of his eyes. The black that sits in the middle of his cloudy blue eyes. The color in his eyes switches with what he wears. If he wears a white or grey, any light bland color, his eyes have more of a steel color. A color that is more rich, and full color turn his eyes a dark blue. An almost ocean water blue. Green turn his eyes such a dark blue, that it will catch you if you walk by him. Almost by surprise. His eyes, locked on the TV, have a look of intense focus. Insane focus. Almost as if he is trying to burn a hole through the TV. It is as if he is trying to command the TV to do something, just by staring at it. A type of glare is in his eye that can almost even be called, mad. A mad stare. One that instantly makes you think that, possibly, Dake could be a little mental unstable.
Dake's brow is again furrowed. Bent down in hard slants, his eye brows. His forehead wrinkled. The wrinkles, acting like a type of drainage ditch, filtering beads of sweat away from Dake's eyes, dripping them down his temple. Winding their way down his face. In each bead of sweat, the reflection of the TV can be seen, upside down. The room is very dark. The blinds are drawn shut, which creates an odd glow through the room. The flashing of colors on the TV make it almost odd to look at the room, which is now being examined. The room is very bland, and almost broing. The TV and a pool table are the biggest things around. There is a DVD player and a VCR by the TV. Many boxes lay around. They contain tapes that are hanging over sides, and then there are DVD and burned CDs with videos on them. Dake is sitting on a couch, which sits directly across from the TV. He is in athletic clothes. He is soaking wet. It is almost as if he has not been working out, but rather just walked into a pool. He picks up the remote. He turns off the TV sending the room into a very dark state. It's almost like night. Infact, it's easy to see, that outside, it actually is dark. Dake can hardly be made out, but the dim light coming from other parts of the house have let the room become slightly illuminated. Dake stands from his sitting position. He lets out a deep sigh. He walks over to a window, with it's closed blinds. He opens the blinds, and lets a lovely stream of moonlight in.
The moonlight highlights Dake. It shows what he really is. It shows him as a normal man. Only, with exaggerated features. He is a bit larger than a normal man. A slight swirl of dust can be seen in the air through the beams of sunlight. The dust which had settled peacefully on the blinds, sleeping, have now been abruptly awoken. They fly through the air, trying to figure out what has happened. Dake looks out the window. Into the night air. His hand is still on the chord that opened the blinds so quickly. It is still easy to see Dake still has his brow furrowed. Still concentrating on something, something that is not tangible. Nothing to be touched. However, Dake's expression relaxes. He simply smiles out into the night air and the night sky. He opens the window. A freezing gust of winter air fills the room. It almost changes the feel of the room. It doesn't have the same stuffy look, or feel, but now is more relaxed. It has a chilly feeling, but a feeling that is real. Not fake. Dake smiles at this effect. It has lightend his mood. He stands there, his arms still raised. Leaning against the window looking out. He is just looking out and smiling. He is looking at the moon. It can be told because of the fact his face is much brighter and whiter than anything else that can been seen. He is leaning forward still. His body slightly out of the window. After a moment he closes the window. He turns around and leans against the wall. He crosses his arms against his chest and stands there motionless for a time. Just breathing, is slow, rhythmic pattern, that is classic Dake. After another moment, he leans his head back against the wall, and draws in another deep breath. His eyes are now closed and he continues to just exist. In a state of fixation.*
(Dake is a man who’s mind never takes a break. It keeps going and going and never stops. There is nothing that escapes a though in his mind. He keeps thinking about things, no matter how odd, or how out there. He always thinks. His brain is always moving. His imagination always making new things. A thing he loves to do. He loves to just make his own world. Make his own characters and his own story. A place where he can get away. Just like being in a dream, only his is in a state of consciousness. Unlike a normal dream. Where you actually are in an altered state of consciousness. Dake just will close his eyes like now, fully aware of what is going on around him. And in his mind he will play a game, or he will live a part of his dream world in his mind. No matter where or what it is. It is his escape. To focus on something that doesn't matter at all. That doesn't mean anything, just something to get away from the stupid goings on of everyday life. Which for Dake is still a bit more exciting than the average person. However there is still need to get away. To get away from the people. The people who come up and ask questions that don't have an answer. Or questions that have an answer he has answered far to many times before. So many times, he feels he might go crazy if he has to say the same thing again. It's funny really. To Dake, it's almost like this life is just another dream of someone, not unlike himself. Because in Dake's daydreams there are always characters that are just like him. He plays a part. Even if it's not him. He feels that possibly this is daydream of someone that is just having some fun. They are him, and he is them. Playing out the game in this life.
Some people think this is a crazy thought to have, but Dake pays these people no attention. This is what he wants to believe almost. Because if that is the case, nothing matters. Everything is just a big, pre-decided, bit of fun. It all makes sense too. It's all just a big thing of fun right? No. Dake knows, deep down, that this isn't just some daydream. That this is real and that this all matters. However there is that spot in Dake's brain, just like in everyone else's, that this life is just fun, and that it doesn't matter if this happens, or it doesn’t matter if that happens. That's what everyone wants really. For this just to be a dream world that they don't really have to have. It's just another form of escape. Everyone has it. Some people do other things. Collecting things. Some people collect things to get away. Kids do it. It's an activity to take away from the stress of the real world. Some people plant in their gardens. A very easy way to see that they are escaping. They are the dictator. They decide where the plants go. What plants go there. They decide when they get their food and water. They are ruler of the plants. It is them that dictates their everyday life. In the summer, fall, winter, and spring. The spring is when fresh meat is brought in too. New people to control, because the other ones have gotten boring. That is the whole idea behind it. It truly is. That is the idea in stamp collecting. It is all an escape. All of it. To make sure that you have some area of control in your life. To feel as though you do not have to be told what to do at all times. To feel as though, you have some power. Some power to controll. To dictacte. That is what this all is. And that is what Dake does. He gets to dictate the thing in his head. It's his story. To exit the troubles of the world and go to a realm where everything is you own. Where you have people to control. Where you are the god, and they are the servants. The slaves to do your biding. Not in a mean, malevolent way, but just in a matter of fact sense. They do what you want them to do. They do what you say. This is the escape that Dake enjoys. Just like anybody else.
However this does not take away from the fact that Dake understands that there is a real world out there. There is a real world that he must focus on as well. For if he just relaxes and stays in his dream world, he will never reach the things he has always wanted to reach. He will never get to the top. He will never go down as a great, even though he most likely will go down as a great already. Dake is just like all the other people who know what they must do. They enjoy their time away from the real world. Trapped in their little realm. Whatever that may be. But all the stars All the greats know that they can not stay there. That they must come back to reality and they must start working at their dreams. Yes, this is what Dake realizes. This is what he knows he must do. This is why there are only a selected few who ever reach the goals they dream of. Because it is so very hard to rip yourslef away from the one place where you have control. Where you have comfort. Where everything you want to happen ... happens. This is very hard to rip away from. To just up and leave. However this is what must be done. It's why there aren't just people reaching their goals everywhere. It's why we don't have a million rock stars. It's why we don't have a million business men who run their companies so well, that even a huge crash at the stock market, would not effect anything in the company. It's why there are a selected few. It is the main reason. Of coruse, like anything else, there are variable that come into play. But, they don't take away from the main point. Getting lost in your comfort zone will be your down fall. You have to break out of the bubble and move forward. Leave the area you are trapped in and actually live life. Try something that you haven't done before. Then ... and only then ... your chance of getting the things you've always dreamed, the things you've always loved, those chances ... go way up.
But there is something to be said for actually taking a break. There is more to life than just work work work. You have to take sometime and get away, or you will simply burn out. Focusing on the one thing that you dream of, and never looking away. Always keeping it locked in your mind. Letting it become every second of your life, will never get you anywhere. Because the goal is, get to the top, stay at the top. However, if you get to the top, and you never look away. You just keep so focused, that your mind is full, and you can not empty your thoughts, you will not stay at the top. You will fall. You will fall hard. This has been a recent problem for Dake. He has been forcing himself to relax and think about other things. To get his mind off the War match. To get his mind off WCF in general. He has been thinking about the past as well. About The Elite's goal. About how they all hit the top, and then left on their own accord. They walked out on top, where they would always be remembered. Dake however, is still around. And while you could argue he is "on top" he doesn’t believe that in his own mind. The perfect chance would have been to do like the rest of The Elite and leave when the XGWO closed again. Dake would leave as the champion. Nothing could say, and no one could argue, that he wasn't the best at the time. However. Dake felt that didn't do justice. For, there was no one to defend the title against. There was never any pressure. So Dake has come back. Now he has rejoined a fed of dominance. A fed that has asserted its self. He has come to win the title and get back on top, and stay there. Stay there until he sees fit to leave. But the problem lies with the fact Dake can not get this idea out of his head. It's become like an obsession. A sick obsession. He will not let it escape. He has had to force himself to do as he is doing now. To enter a different world. To dream. To escape.)
*Dake is still leaning against the wall. His eyes still closed. His body still stiff. He isn't moving at all. The only thing that even hints that he hasn't died right where he stands is the breathing. The slow, up and down, up and down. Dake soon leans forward off the wall. He goes back to the couch and sits. He is not sweating anymore. And now he doesn't even look as wet. Although his shirt is still quite moist. Dake sits down on the couch and looks at the camera. He chuckles. He raises a hand and rubs it backwards through his hair. He then begins to speak.*
Dake: Talk about a stressful time. What could be more pressure, eh? You have the entire roster to face. The entire roster. You don't know the order. And if you win, you get the gold. Simple as that right? Just gotta win. More like survive. That is the essence of War though isn't it? To just survive. There's no real winner of loser. It's just the guys that have the most people alive at the end. If you kill all of your enemy, or get the chance to, by invading a certain area, or their headquarters, then the War ends. You could kill them all and still win, but they give up. It's the rules of War though. Even though it would be easy to say there really aren't any. There is one thing that makes me happy though. I don't have to worry about dying in this match. This huge match that will decide who the new champion is. Really, in my mind, I believe it will come down to two people. I know predicating the future is not a good idea, but just using ideas and thing from the past, like I've preached to you all before, I've come to this conclusion. Logan has won the match before. I've lasted from number two, down the last minute in the match. Me and Logan have two the best records in the WCF today. We have both been champions of huge federations that have given us mountains of respect. And sure, there's not much to respect, but it does infact mean something. You know. This is just what I think though. I could be so wrong that it would be funny to see the out come. Something unexpected could happen. Something that would make your head spin. Who knows what. The thing with a match like this is, there are so many little things that can make huge differences. I mean. Huge. A rope being loose for instance. You run into that rope, it gives, and you flip out. Hit your head or something, you're out of it for the rest of the match. Someone hits their finisher, and boom ... you're gone.
That's why I always thought of this match as a type of stupid idea. Where the odds are so wild and crazy that there shouldn't even be a match like this. However I slowly realized that this was an ingenious type of match that can be played a certain way. I thought to myself. What way could I possibly look at this and see a method. See some theory behind it. Because everything has theory behind it. Taking your arm and mashing keys on a piano has theory behind it. You may not know it when you are doing it. It may just come naturally to you, but, there is theory to it. You just have to see it. I'm very good at seeing it. I can take the way people have wrestled matches in the past, and I can break down their theory behind it. I then, with that knowledge, can create my own style. Which is what I have done over the years. It's a simple little thing though. I'm just a good mix of a technician and a power wrestler. I can do some high flying tricks, but I tend to stay away from that idea. As it usually gets you nowhere. Well, it can get you into a hospital, but that's about it. You know. It's so odd to think about this match. It's been weighing in on my mind a lot lately. It's been all over my mind. I can't even begin to tell you what I think about it. It's just such a complex beast. I realized though, that there is only one way to go about it. Either hide, or come out fighting. You can lay low, and you can try and avoid people who can take you out. Or you can throw caution to the wind and you can take out your biggest foes quickly. You see. That's it. There is nothing else you can do in match like this. Go down in blaze of glory, or go down like a coward. I, for one, am not going to go out like a coward.
There is no reason for something like that. To hide. Stay away from your foes. Try to escape their grips. It's all a silly little joke. This is not some type of hide and go seek. This isn't where you duck for cover and then hope that everything goes for the better. This is a real match to decide if you are worthy for the WCF World Heavyweight title. God forbid someone who hides become the champion. It would be a sick sight to see. Someone who embodies cowardice to put gold around their waste. It would honestly make me sick. Physically sick. I would have to, possibly, throw up from the sheer disgust that would bring to me. It would be a horrible disrespect to the company as well. However in a small way it would be quite nice. For it would be easy to beat that piece of shit one on one. It would be so easy. It wouldn't even be a challenge come to think of it. However, god forbid. The poor fool who wins by cowardice really loses the War. Because he will be ripped apart afterwards. It will be a ghastly sight. Hahah. This is odd. Talking about this War match as if it were actually war. Because this is really nothing like war. It's based on it. It has the same idea. However. There is no death. Yet, here, even I, sit talking about this match as though people's lives are on the line. This is the problem I've been having. I've been taking this match so seriously. Been focusing on it so much, that I can hardly think of anything else. Everything is just ... I can't explain. Forgive me. I know this is rare, but I'm actually at a loss for words at this very second in time. I can't convey how much this match has disrupted my thought process. Usually I'm calm, cool, and calculated. However, I have not been myself as of late. I've been off. I've been pushing ahead to fast and to hard. I've needed to sit back for a moment and let things sweep over me.
However though, I'm not worried about my little mistake. Because I've noticed I've made the mistake. It's also a mistake that will effect me more so in the long run, rather than just one match. So I'm not worried about this match. Not to sound like I don't care, because, if it's been disrupting my thoughts, then it obviously does matter a great deal to me. However, there is nothing that ever bother me so much that I fool around in the ring. That I forget my training. That I become less like a machine. Less perfect. I'll be damned if that happens. Because, when that starts to happen, it will show that I have lost it. It will show when it's time for me to step down. And I know this will happen. There will be a day when I have to step down. A day when I will have to say, "You know Dake. It's time for you to pack it up. To move along. To finally stop, and relax." I'm not ready for that yet though. I can tell. My mind isn't ready for it. My body isn't ready for it. I am still in a mode. A mode of striving for the gold. A mode that only can be described as an elite mode. The Elite meant so much more than what people think. We all had that same goal. We all wanted to become elite stars, and damn it we did it. We did it by an means. We destroyed the old WCF. We took it and ripped it limb from limb. We even dominated XGWO. We dominated it in a fashion that was just like WCF. It was our goal to come together and get on top. We did. I'm the only one left now. I could have left on top, but I didn't. Now we're all on the bottom. All of us. Even me and Logan, although we have the most impressive resumes in the fed, we're all on the bottom. This match will decide who's on top. Where everyone stands. It's all decided in this match. This match is huge. Which is why it has been on my mind so much. Because it is an instant ladder to where I once was. A place where I want to be again. And just like I did in The Elite. I'll get there by doing anything. I'll get there by any means.
*Dake ends his sentence and gets up. He walks out of the door which is letting in light. As he hits the light, it is almost as if his body has become reborn. His skin lights up, and he himself seems to have a new spring in his step. He turns the corner and fades out of sight. The shot stays in the somber room for a moment, and slowly fades to black.*
Fin.
The shot then stops. Lines of noise cut up the scene in many pieces. Part of the top can be seen in the bottom. The middle is now at the top. All the scene quickly rewinds. Back to the beging. Back to the start of the shot. The XGWO has invaded another city. The arena is being filled by people. The scene moves away from the large TV that Dake Ken is watching. Dake is sitting on his couch. His hair looks wet, and his face is red. His breathing is a bit rushed, but it is not out of rhythm. It still is falling up and down on the noiseless metronome that clicks in Dake's ear. The one that commands all his movements in a very quick snappy type, machinelike movement that is always perfect. Dake sits there and rewatches the scene. The reflection of the TV can be seen in his eyes. The pupil of his eyes. The black that sits in the middle of his cloudy blue eyes. The color in his eyes switches with what he wears. If he wears a white or grey, any light bland color, his eyes have more of a steel color. A color that is more rich, and full color turn his eyes a dark blue. An almost ocean water blue. Green turn his eyes such a dark blue, that it will catch you if you walk by him. Almost by surprise. His eyes, locked on the TV, have a look of intense focus. Insane focus. Almost as if he is trying to burn a hole through the TV. It is as if he is trying to command the TV to do something, just by staring at it. A type of glare is in his eye that can almost even be called, mad. A mad stare. One that instantly makes you think that, possibly, Dake could be a little mental unstable.
Dake's brow is again furrowed. Bent down in hard slants, his eye brows. His forehead wrinkled. The wrinkles, acting like a type of drainage ditch, filtering beads of sweat away from Dake's eyes, dripping them down his temple. Winding their way down his face. In each bead of sweat, the reflection of the TV can be seen, upside down. The room is very dark. The blinds are drawn shut, which creates an odd glow through the room. The flashing of colors on the TV make it almost odd to look at the room, which is now being examined. The room is very bland, and almost broing. The TV and a pool table are the biggest things around. There is a DVD player and a VCR by the TV. Many boxes lay around. They contain tapes that are hanging over sides, and then there are DVD and burned CDs with videos on them. Dake is sitting on a couch, which sits directly across from the TV. He is in athletic clothes. He is soaking wet. It is almost as if he has not been working out, but rather just walked into a pool. He picks up the remote. He turns off the TV sending the room into a very dark state. It's almost like night. Infact, it's easy to see, that outside, it actually is dark. Dake can hardly be made out, but the dim light coming from other parts of the house have let the room become slightly illuminated. Dake stands from his sitting position. He lets out a deep sigh. He walks over to a window, with it's closed blinds. He opens the blinds, and lets a lovely stream of moonlight in.
The moonlight highlights Dake. It shows what he really is. It shows him as a normal man. Only, with exaggerated features. He is a bit larger than a normal man. A slight swirl of dust can be seen in the air through the beams of sunlight. The dust which had settled peacefully on the blinds, sleeping, have now been abruptly awoken. They fly through the air, trying to figure out what has happened. Dake looks out the window. Into the night air. His hand is still on the chord that opened the blinds so quickly. It is still easy to see Dake still has his brow furrowed. Still concentrating on something, something that is not tangible. Nothing to be touched. However, Dake's expression relaxes. He simply smiles out into the night air and the night sky. He opens the window. A freezing gust of winter air fills the room. It almost changes the feel of the room. It doesn't have the same stuffy look, or feel, but now is more relaxed. It has a chilly feeling, but a feeling that is real. Not fake. Dake smiles at this effect. It has lightend his mood. He stands there, his arms still raised. Leaning against the window looking out. He is just looking out and smiling. He is looking at the moon. It can be told because of the fact his face is much brighter and whiter than anything else that can been seen. He is leaning forward still. His body slightly out of the window. After a moment he closes the window. He turns around and leans against the wall. He crosses his arms against his chest and stands there motionless for a time. Just breathing, is slow, rhythmic pattern, that is classic Dake. After another moment, he leans his head back against the wall, and draws in another deep breath. His eyes are now closed and he continues to just exist. In a state of fixation.*
(Dake is a man who’s mind never takes a break. It keeps going and going and never stops. There is nothing that escapes a though in his mind. He keeps thinking about things, no matter how odd, or how out there. He always thinks. His brain is always moving. His imagination always making new things. A thing he loves to do. He loves to just make his own world. Make his own characters and his own story. A place where he can get away. Just like being in a dream, only his is in a state of consciousness. Unlike a normal dream. Where you actually are in an altered state of consciousness. Dake just will close his eyes like now, fully aware of what is going on around him. And in his mind he will play a game, or he will live a part of his dream world in his mind. No matter where or what it is. It is his escape. To focus on something that doesn't matter at all. That doesn't mean anything, just something to get away from the stupid goings on of everyday life. Which for Dake is still a bit more exciting than the average person. However there is still need to get away. To get away from the people. The people who come up and ask questions that don't have an answer. Or questions that have an answer he has answered far to many times before. So many times, he feels he might go crazy if he has to say the same thing again. It's funny really. To Dake, it's almost like this life is just another dream of someone, not unlike himself. Because in Dake's daydreams there are always characters that are just like him. He plays a part. Even if it's not him. He feels that possibly this is daydream of someone that is just having some fun. They are him, and he is them. Playing out the game in this life.
Some people think this is a crazy thought to have, but Dake pays these people no attention. This is what he wants to believe almost. Because if that is the case, nothing matters. Everything is just a big, pre-decided, bit of fun. It all makes sense too. It's all just a big thing of fun right? No. Dake knows, deep down, that this isn't just some daydream. That this is real and that this all matters. However there is that spot in Dake's brain, just like in everyone else's, that this life is just fun, and that it doesn't matter if this happens, or it doesn’t matter if that happens. That's what everyone wants really. For this just to be a dream world that they don't really have to have. It's just another form of escape. Everyone has it. Some people do other things. Collecting things. Some people collect things to get away. Kids do it. It's an activity to take away from the stress of the real world. Some people plant in their gardens. A very easy way to see that they are escaping. They are the dictator. They decide where the plants go. What plants go there. They decide when they get their food and water. They are ruler of the plants. It is them that dictates their everyday life. In the summer, fall, winter, and spring. The spring is when fresh meat is brought in too. New people to control, because the other ones have gotten boring. That is the whole idea behind it. It truly is. That is the idea in stamp collecting. It is all an escape. All of it. To make sure that you have some area of control in your life. To feel as though you do not have to be told what to do at all times. To feel as though, you have some power. Some power to controll. To dictacte. That is what this all is. And that is what Dake does. He gets to dictate the thing in his head. It's his story. To exit the troubles of the world and go to a realm where everything is you own. Where you have people to control. Where you are the god, and they are the servants. The slaves to do your biding. Not in a mean, malevolent way, but just in a matter of fact sense. They do what you want them to do. They do what you say. This is the escape that Dake enjoys. Just like anybody else.
However this does not take away from the fact that Dake understands that there is a real world out there. There is a real world that he must focus on as well. For if he just relaxes and stays in his dream world, he will never reach the things he has always wanted to reach. He will never get to the top. He will never go down as a great, even though he most likely will go down as a great already. Dake is just like all the other people who know what they must do. They enjoy their time away from the real world. Trapped in their little realm. Whatever that may be. But all the stars All the greats know that they can not stay there. That they must come back to reality and they must start working at their dreams. Yes, this is what Dake realizes. This is what he knows he must do. This is why there are only a selected few who ever reach the goals they dream of. Because it is so very hard to rip yourslef away from the one place where you have control. Where you have comfort. Where everything you want to happen ... happens. This is very hard to rip away from. To just up and leave. However this is what must be done. It's why there aren't just people reaching their goals everywhere. It's why we don't have a million rock stars. It's why we don't have a million business men who run their companies so well, that even a huge crash at the stock market, would not effect anything in the company. It's why there are a selected few. It is the main reason. Of coruse, like anything else, there are variable that come into play. But, they don't take away from the main point. Getting lost in your comfort zone will be your down fall. You have to break out of the bubble and move forward. Leave the area you are trapped in and actually live life. Try something that you haven't done before. Then ... and only then ... your chance of getting the things you've always dreamed, the things you've always loved, those chances ... go way up.
But there is something to be said for actually taking a break. There is more to life than just work work work. You have to take sometime and get away, or you will simply burn out. Focusing on the one thing that you dream of, and never looking away. Always keeping it locked in your mind. Letting it become every second of your life, will never get you anywhere. Because the goal is, get to the top, stay at the top. However, if you get to the top, and you never look away. You just keep so focused, that your mind is full, and you can not empty your thoughts, you will not stay at the top. You will fall. You will fall hard. This has been a recent problem for Dake. He has been forcing himself to relax and think about other things. To get his mind off the War match. To get his mind off WCF in general. He has been thinking about the past as well. About The Elite's goal. About how they all hit the top, and then left on their own accord. They walked out on top, where they would always be remembered. Dake however, is still around. And while you could argue he is "on top" he doesn’t believe that in his own mind. The perfect chance would have been to do like the rest of The Elite and leave when the XGWO closed again. Dake would leave as the champion. Nothing could say, and no one could argue, that he wasn't the best at the time. However. Dake felt that didn't do justice. For, there was no one to defend the title against. There was never any pressure. So Dake has come back. Now he has rejoined a fed of dominance. A fed that has asserted its self. He has come to win the title and get back on top, and stay there. Stay there until he sees fit to leave. But the problem lies with the fact Dake can not get this idea out of his head. It's become like an obsession. A sick obsession. He will not let it escape. He has had to force himself to do as he is doing now. To enter a different world. To dream. To escape.)
*Dake is still leaning against the wall. His eyes still closed. His body still stiff. He isn't moving at all. The only thing that even hints that he hasn't died right where he stands is the breathing. The slow, up and down, up and down. Dake soon leans forward off the wall. He goes back to the couch and sits. He is not sweating anymore. And now he doesn't even look as wet. Although his shirt is still quite moist. Dake sits down on the couch and looks at the camera. He chuckles. He raises a hand and rubs it backwards through his hair. He then begins to speak.*
Dake: Talk about a stressful time. What could be more pressure, eh? You have the entire roster to face. The entire roster. You don't know the order. And if you win, you get the gold. Simple as that right? Just gotta win. More like survive. That is the essence of War though isn't it? To just survive. There's no real winner of loser. It's just the guys that have the most people alive at the end. If you kill all of your enemy, or get the chance to, by invading a certain area, or their headquarters, then the War ends. You could kill them all and still win, but they give up. It's the rules of War though. Even though it would be easy to say there really aren't any. There is one thing that makes me happy though. I don't have to worry about dying in this match. This huge match that will decide who the new champion is. Really, in my mind, I believe it will come down to two people. I know predicating the future is not a good idea, but just using ideas and thing from the past, like I've preached to you all before, I've come to this conclusion. Logan has won the match before. I've lasted from number two, down the last minute in the match. Me and Logan have two the best records in the WCF today. We have both been champions of huge federations that have given us mountains of respect. And sure, there's not much to respect, but it does infact mean something. You know. This is just what I think though. I could be so wrong that it would be funny to see the out come. Something unexpected could happen. Something that would make your head spin. Who knows what. The thing with a match like this is, there are so many little things that can make huge differences. I mean. Huge. A rope being loose for instance. You run into that rope, it gives, and you flip out. Hit your head or something, you're out of it for the rest of the match. Someone hits their finisher, and boom ... you're gone.
That's why I always thought of this match as a type of stupid idea. Where the odds are so wild and crazy that there shouldn't even be a match like this. However I slowly realized that this was an ingenious type of match that can be played a certain way. I thought to myself. What way could I possibly look at this and see a method. See some theory behind it. Because everything has theory behind it. Taking your arm and mashing keys on a piano has theory behind it. You may not know it when you are doing it. It may just come naturally to you, but, there is theory to it. You just have to see it. I'm very good at seeing it. I can take the way people have wrestled matches in the past, and I can break down their theory behind it. I then, with that knowledge, can create my own style. Which is what I have done over the years. It's a simple little thing though. I'm just a good mix of a technician and a power wrestler. I can do some high flying tricks, but I tend to stay away from that idea. As it usually gets you nowhere. Well, it can get you into a hospital, but that's about it. You know. It's so odd to think about this match. It's been weighing in on my mind a lot lately. It's been all over my mind. I can't even begin to tell you what I think about it. It's just such a complex beast. I realized though, that there is only one way to go about it. Either hide, or come out fighting. You can lay low, and you can try and avoid people who can take you out. Or you can throw caution to the wind and you can take out your biggest foes quickly. You see. That's it. There is nothing else you can do in match like this. Go down in blaze of glory, or go down like a coward. I, for one, am not going to go out like a coward.
There is no reason for something like that. To hide. Stay away from your foes. Try to escape their grips. It's all a silly little joke. This is not some type of hide and go seek. This isn't where you duck for cover and then hope that everything goes for the better. This is a real match to decide if you are worthy for the WCF World Heavyweight title. God forbid someone who hides become the champion. It would be a sick sight to see. Someone who embodies cowardice to put gold around their waste. It would honestly make me sick. Physically sick. I would have to, possibly, throw up from the sheer disgust that would bring to me. It would be a horrible disrespect to the company as well. However in a small way it would be quite nice. For it would be easy to beat that piece of shit one on one. It would be so easy. It wouldn't even be a challenge come to think of it. However, god forbid. The poor fool who wins by cowardice really loses the War. Because he will be ripped apart afterwards. It will be a ghastly sight. Hahah. This is odd. Talking about this War match as if it were actually war. Because this is really nothing like war. It's based on it. It has the same idea. However. There is no death. Yet, here, even I, sit talking about this match as though people's lives are on the line. This is the problem I've been having. I've been taking this match so seriously. Been focusing on it so much, that I can hardly think of anything else. Everything is just ... I can't explain. Forgive me. I know this is rare, but I'm actually at a loss for words at this very second in time. I can't convey how much this match has disrupted my thought process. Usually I'm calm, cool, and calculated. However, I have not been myself as of late. I've been off. I've been pushing ahead to fast and to hard. I've needed to sit back for a moment and let things sweep over me.
However though, I'm not worried about my little mistake. Because I've noticed I've made the mistake. It's also a mistake that will effect me more so in the long run, rather than just one match. So I'm not worried about this match. Not to sound like I don't care, because, if it's been disrupting my thoughts, then it obviously does matter a great deal to me. However, there is nothing that ever bother me so much that I fool around in the ring. That I forget my training. That I become less like a machine. Less perfect. I'll be damned if that happens. Because, when that starts to happen, it will show that I have lost it. It will show when it's time for me to step down. And I know this will happen. There will be a day when I have to step down. A day when I will have to say, "You know Dake. It's time for you to pack it up. To move along. To finally stop, and relax." I'm not ready for that yet though. I can tell. My mind isn't ready for it. My body isn't ready for it. I am still in a mode. A mode of striving for the gold. A mode that only can be described as an elite mode. The Elite meant so much more than what people think. We all had that same goal. We all wanted to become elite stars, and damn it we did it. We did it by an means. We destroyed the old WCF. We took it and ripped it limb from limb. We even dominated XGWO. We dominated it in a fashion that was just like WCF. It was our goal to come together and get on top. We did. I'm the only one left now. I could have left on top, but I didn't. Now we're all on the bottom. All of us. Even me and Logan, although we have the most impressive resumes in the fed, we're all on the bottom. This match will decide who's on top. Where everyone stands. It's all decided in this match. This match is huge. Which is why it has been on my mind so much. Because it is an instant ladder to where I once was. A place where I want to be again. And just like I did in The Elite. I'll get there by doing anything. I'll get there by any means.
*Dake ends his sentence and gets up. He walks out of the door which is letting in light. As he hits the light, it is almost as if his body has become reborn. His skin lights up, and he himself seems to have a new spring in his step. He turns the corner and fades out of sight. The shot stays in the somber room for a moment, and slowly fades to black.*
Fin.
