Post by Kencedro on Aug 17, 2006 23:48:30 GMT -5
OOC: Not my best work, I plan on posting another tomorrowish.
The scene begins at a McDonalds on the outskirts of Charlotte North Carolina. Little children frolic in between tables, as their parents could care less. The overweight bunch of idiots chow down on the food, that slowly but surely is killing them on the inside. The doors of the McDonalds building swing open, as the cold night air floods in through the entrance. In walks Drake Kencedro, with sure enough…Honey Valentine by his side. Drake looks over at Honey, before he looks away and he walks to an empty table in the center of the room. Honey makes her way through the guard ropes, as she heads up to the counter. Drake pulls his seat out, and takes a seat as he breathes a deep sigh. Honey Valentine seems to be ordering the food for the couple. As Drake patiently waits he notices the children who run around the room, carelessly. The manager nor and McDonald employee seem to care that the children are disturbing the others dining in the disgusting public area, but that didn’t stop the children. One snot-nosed little brat runs toward Drake’s direction, and manages to trip over Drake chair, causing the kid to burst out in tears. As the child screams in pain, on of the parents of a black child yells as well.
Mother: TYRONE, YOU BETTA GET OVA HERE AND EAT YO CHICKEN NUGGETS, BOY!
Drake glances over at the child, as the child yells back.
Child: I DON’T WANT TO MA! SAVE DEM FOR LATA!
Once the mother hears her child’s response she instantly blurts.
Mother: CHILD! I AINT PLAYIN DEZ GAMES WIT CHU!!
The mother waits a brief second before replying.
Mother: FINE, IF YOU DON’T IM GONNA EAT ‘UM!
Before the lady could finisher her own sentence, she reaches her grubby hands into her son’s Happy Meal bag, and pulls out his box of chicken nuggets. She rips the top off of the box, and instantly begins to devour the chicken nuggets one right after the other. Drake gets a disgusted look on his face, as he props his head up with his hands, and looks down at the dirty table. Drake slowly closes his eyes, as he begins to think to himself.
What the hell am I doing here? This is the time I left Honey decided where we eat. I really should be training, not eating this death food.
The child beside of Drake, continue to cry, as his parents fail to attend to him. It seems to Drake that everything in the building has adjusted its volume up ten notches. Is Drake becoming paranoid? Drake still somehow manages to hear his own thoughts.
I’m in possible the biggest match in my career so far. Teaming with the Television Champion Nate Nytro, and taking on a man that I have had many chances to kill off, but still let him live…and Beyond.
Each week I do something to nearly drain the life out of the body of JJ Biggs, and I feel as if I have failed. JJ Biggs should be dead to me now! I left him breathing, when I could have ended it all anytime these last three weeks.
Going into Ultimate Showdown, I finally get my chance to end the career, and life of JJ Biggs, and then…and only then can I move on with my WCF Career.
I know I am a man of many talents, and could be the future of this company if I wish to be. But something is holding me back…and that something is the burden on my shoulders of me knowing that JJ Biggs is still breathing. JJ needs to know, when I get to the stage that I feel is right…that is when I will strike him down with the hardest blow of them all.
But why have I waited this long?
Do I want JJ Biggs around? Do I feel as if I needed to use him as my stepping stone to get to my higher goals.
Many thoughts race through the mind of Drake Kencedro. As signs of frustrations begin to appear on the face of The Cancer. Drake begins to run his hands through his hair, before clenching his hand, and the hair within it.
I need no one to get what I want. I’m Drake fucking Kencedro. Soon the world will know, and see what I am truly capable of. The WCF ring will be soon be mine for the taking, and I wall take anyone to the limits inside of my domain. Nothing will stop me.
Drake continues to hear the noise of the rowdy people within the restaurant continue to make their noise. Drake releases his grip on his hair, and slams his hands onto the table. The child continues to cry, as Drake feels as if he could hear the quietist whisper. Drake slides back ins his chair, and gets to his feet. Drake whips his hands over his face, as he storms to doors. The Cancer kicks the door open, as he walks out into the night air.
I don’t know what want, do I? All I know is I have little time left…and I have to make my impact, and I must make it soon. No one is going to do stop me…I am undefeated to this day. The Cancer will never die…
Drake Kencedro is seen closing his eyes, as he runs his hands through his hair again.
Drake Kencedro: THE CANCER…WILL NEVER DIE!
Drake slowly crosses over into the parking lot, making his way through past the customer and employee’s vehicles. Drake looks as if he is completely drained of all energy, as he continues to think to himself.
Seventy-two hours remains before I send my message to the WCF fans and roster…what shall I do. Shall I strike fear through the soul of JJ Biggs, or will I face my first defeat. I know I need to end it all for Biggs so I can opponents that I truly can hold a candle to. So many things to do, in such little time!
The camera slowly begins to zoom out from Drake, as we can faintly hear his final words.
Drake Kencedro: WCF has just been diagnosed with cancer.
The Scene Fades
The scene begins at a McDonalds on the outskirts of Charlotte North Carolina. Little children frolic in between tables, as their parents could care less. The overweight bunch of idiots chow down on the food, that slowly but surely is killing them on the inside. The doors of the McDonalds building swing open, as the cold night air floods in through the entrance. In walks Drake Kencedro, with sure enough…Honey Valentine by his side. Drake looks over at Honey, before he looks away and he walks to an empty table in the center of the room. Honey makes her way through the guard ropes, as she heads up to the counter. Drake pulls his seat out, and takes a seat as he breathes a deep sigh. Honey Valentine seems to be ordering the food for the couple. As Drake patiently waits he notices the children who run around the room, carelessly. The manager nor and McDonald employee seem to care that the children are disturbing the others dining in the disgusting public area, but that didn’t stop the children. One snot-nosed little brat runs toward Drake’s direction, and manages to trip over Drake chair, causing the kid to burst out in tears. As the child screams in pain, on of the parents of a black child yells as well.
Mother: TYRONE, YOU BETTA GET OVA HERE AND EAT YO CHICKEN NUGGETS, BOY!
Drake glances over at the child, as the child yells back.
Child: I DON’T WANT TO MA! SAVE DEM FOR LATA!
Once the mother hears her child’s response she instantly blurts.
Mother: CHILD! I AINT PLAYIN DEZ GAMES WIT CHU!!
The mother waits a brief second before replying.
Mother: FINE, IF YOU DON’T IM GONNA EAT ‘UM!
Before the lady could finisher her own sentence, she reaches her grubby hands into her son’s Happy Meal bag, and pulls out his box of chicken nuggets. She rips the top off of the box, and instantly begins to devour the chicken nuggets one right after the other. Drake gets a disgusted look on his face, as he props his head up with his hands, and looks down at the dirty table. Drake slowly closes his eyes, as he begins to think to himself.
What the hell am I doing here? This is the time I left Honey decided where we eat. I really should be training, not eating this death food.
The child beside of Drake, continue to cry, as his parents fail to attend to him. It seems to Drake that everything in the building has adjusted its volume up ten notches. Is Drake becoming paranoid? Drake still somehow manages to hear his own thoughts.
I’m in possible the biggest match in my career so far. Teaming with the Television Champion Nate Nytro, and taking on a man that I have had many chances to kill off, but still let him live…and Beyond.
Each week I do something to nearly drain the life out of the body of JJ Biggs, and I feel as if I have failed. JJ Biggs should be dead to me now! I left him breathing, when I could have ended it all anytime these last three weeks.
Going into Ultimate Showdown, I finally get my chance to end the career, and life of JJ Biggs, and then…and only then can I move on with my WCF Career.
I know I am a man of many talents, and could be the future of this company if I wish to be. But something is holding me back…and that something is the burden on my shoulders of me knowing that JJ Biggs is still breathing. JJ needs to know, when I get to the stage that I feel is right…that is when I will strike him down with the hardest blow of them all.
But why have I waited this long?
Do I want JJ Biggs around? Do I feel as if I needed to use him as my stepping stone to get to my higher goals.
Many thoughts race through the mind of Drake Kencedro. As signs of frustrations begin to appear on the face of The Cancer. Drake begins to run his hands through his hair, before clenching his hand, and the hair within it.
I need no one to get what I want. I’m Drake fucking Kencedro. Soon the world will know, and see what I am truly capable of. The WCF ring will be soon be mine for the taking, and I wall take anyone to the limits inside of my domain. Nothing will stop me.
Drake continues to hear the noise of the rowdy people within the restaurant continue to make their noise. Drake releases his grip on his hair, and slams his hands onto the table. The child continues to cry, as Drake feels as if he could hear the quietist whisper. Drake slides back ins his chair, and gets to his feet. Drake whips his hands over his face, as he storms to doors. The Cancer kicks the door open, as he walks out into the night air.
I don’t know what want, do I? All I know is I have little time left…and I have to make my impact, and I must make it soon. No one is going to do stop me…I am undefeated to this day. The Cancer will never die…
Drake Kencedro is seen closing his eyes, as he runs his hands through his hair again.
Drake Kencedro: THE CANCER…WILL NEVER DIE!
Drake slowly crosses over into the parking lot, making his way through past the customer and employee’s vehicles. Drake looks as if he is completely drained of all energy, as he continues to think to himself.
Seventy-two hours remains before I send my message to the WCF fans and roster…what shall I do. Shall I strike fear through the soul of JJ Biggs, or will I face my first defeat. I know I need to end it all for Biggs so I can opponents that I truly can hold a candle to. So many things to do, in such little time!
The camera slowly begins to zoom out from Drake, as we can faintly hear his final words.
Drake Kencedro: WCF has just been diagnosed with cancer.
The Scene Fades
