Post by Dake Ken on Aug 8, 2006 23:32:31 GMT -5
(OOC: This isn't my best work)
*The shot opens up in a bus. It's not an normal everyday bus. Not a bus that you would send your kids off to during the school year, with the brown seats made of some type fake leather, with no seatbelts. Some seats slit with the yellowish foam padding, that is most likely poisonous if ingested, falling out all over the floor and everywhere. The writing in markers, pens, and such on the seats spelling out foul words or other such things that young kids are not supposed to do. The odd smell, which is just the smell of food left from the morning that has been left out, in the sun, spoiling and leaving an odd smell that no one can quite put their finger on. The smell left over from young kids. Everyone knows that smell, you smell it everytime you walk into a primary school. It smells as though there are creatures that do not know how to wash themselves and do not even care too. The broken windows on the bus, or the ones with the latches you can never really get to roll down, because as a kid you are too weak to get it to function, and possibly to stupid to figure out how the windows work as well. The signs posted on the front and the back of the bus that include all the rules, which are always things like: "be respectful to the bus driver, be quite, no swearing, no smoking, no hands/feet/body parts out of the window, no crude behavior" etc etc. The old bus driver who hated his life and his job for what he let it get too. The life he has to live and the pain of having to hear screaming young kids every morning and then, worse, everday after school. No this bus is nothing like the odd yellow school bus you rode when you were a kid. Nothing like that at all. Although there are some things that seem similar. You can never get past the fact that all buses have that type of smell ... that bus smell. That people smell. This is a bit different though, it only smells like a few people ride this bus. Select people. People get that get paid to ride this bus. Also, of course there is a bus driver. He might not hate his life quite as much, as he gets to see these people, that are famous, and he gets to make friends with them, but his job is not very high paying, and he could probably do with a better life that had him close to the ones he loved in his life. The odd smell and the lack of showering also are similar traits of the bus driver. Who seems to forget how to wash his body properly and get rid of the odd funk that he leaves behind, almost in a visible trail of stench, as he passes.
This bus can be more looked at like a type of tour bus. The ones you see all over Europe. They exist in the United States of course, however, there aren't quite as many of them as there are in Europe, because in Europe, it's like seeing a bird on the side of the street. They are everywhere. Yes this bus, has the more modern look on the outside and is a bit larger. It has the logos and advertisements on it, displaying what might be associated with the company, which is the biggest logo on the side of the bus. It says in it's green color, slightly slanted, "WCF, Wrestling Championship Federation." The inside of the bus has a lot of space. Well, for a bus at least. It's not as if you could compare it to a house, or even a trailer, but there is a place to sit, and a type of kitchen, if you could really call it that. The couch is leather, or possibly faux-leather. However, it is far more convincing than the leather ... the "leather" rather ... that you would find on a school bus. Towards the back of the bus, there are area which contain bunks. These beds are small, only for one person, but that is why they are bunks. There is a toilet. The bus is much nicer than a tour bus, which, while spacious, is very cramped and very horrible to be on after awhile. The carpet on the floor is very similar. That type of odd design with colors that seem to be randomly selected to be placed. The windows are all draped closed right now, which is understandable. This is basically a home a the moment, which can be looked into by anyone, and no one really wants strangers to just peer into their living conditions and see how they live. It's quite ... simplistic why they are closed. The ... sky blue, old looking curtains that hang in front of all the windows, which go back in a row. There are none where the beds are though. Which again, makes perfect sense. No windows are around the toilet either. Televisions hang from the ceiling of the bus, they are incased by the bus. Only the sensor for the remote is visible, the rest is protected by a plastic shell provided by the bus. The TV at the moment is on, but only static is visible, there is no signal coming from wherever the bus is at this present time.
At the moment the bus is stopped at a "Kwik Stop." Inside the wrestlers riding on the bus are grabing snacks, using the restroom, and just talking, happy to be off the bus. The camera focuses on the store's roof which has a type of odd color combination which is blue, red, and brown. Not really appealing. At the gas pumps sit a few cars, being filled by their owners who are standing by their side waiting for the right amount of money, or waiting for the car to be full. Out of the glass sliding doors comes Dake Ken, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death. Obviously these are the wrestlers on the bus traveling to the next town which will host the next WCF event. Possibly a house show, or a Sunday Slam. The wrestlers look tired and worn, but happy. Dake is laughing, and slightly red in the face. Nate Nytro is also laughing, and Creeping Death is just smiling with a sense of satisfaction. Obviously happy about the joke that he has just told, which seems to be a success. The wrestlers approach the big bus, and Dake has this type of look on his face. His head isn't tilted up, but his eyes are looking at the window, which have raised his brow, his mouth however, is in a slight frown. The expression is obviously saying, "I do not want to get back on there." He lets out a sigh as the door opens and climbs in. Nate Nytro and Creeping Death both make their way for the beds. Dake sits on the couch and beings drinking a bottle of Evain. Dake looks up a the TV with his eyes, once again lifting his brow. He sighs as he sees there is no signal. Another person enters the bus. It is the bus driver. He looks wired. In the background you can see Creeping Death and Nate Nytro trying to fit into the bunks, which are a bit small. Dake chuckles at the two men trying to fit into a space to sleep that is not meant for people their size. Dake lays back on the couch and easly looks relax and comfortable*
Nate Nytro: No fuck this, I want the couch.
Dake: No, you picked the bed, live with your choice.
Nate Nytro: No seriously, this is bull shit.
Dake: What did you expect, a real bus? We've had this shit for months now man.
Nate Nytro: Well this is better, but not great. I still want the couch though
Dake: Too bad, we decided on this a bit ago.
Nate Nytro: Next time it's mine.
Dake: Alright.
*Dake chuckles at the fact his friend must sleep in a cramped spot, however, at the he has a look of annoyance on his face, knowing that next bus ride he has to fit into one of those bunks. Dake takes out his phone from his pocket. Dake looks a little different than when you normally see him on WCF TV. He doesn't have quite the same clothes on. He just has some random jeans on, and a T-shirt that has the WCF logo on the front of it. He is also slightly smaller than he was when he was last "in" the WCF. Possibly dropped some weight in the months since he was last on TV. Dake opens his phone, it's a black RAZR. He opens it, and appear to send a text message back to one he just received. Dake flips the phone closed and puts in back in his pocket. He sits up on the couch and rests his arms on his knees. He then bends down and pulls a out a lap top bag from under the couch. He slings the bag on the couch and pulls out a grey lap top. He opens it up and waits. As the computer starts up he gets up and walks over the to kitchen area. It's very easy to see just how small this bus is now. Dake has to slightly crouch to make it around on the bus. Of course he is not really as big as everyone you pass on the streets however, it doesn't seem quite normal for a group of professional wrestlers to be on a bus that isn't big enough for them. Dake takes a plastic cup off the counter. He fills the cup with water and walks to the back of the bus. He puts the cup in the bunk that Creeping Death is sleeping in. He walks back to the couch. Obviously a prank. Creeping Death will wake up in a few minutes and ask Dake what the hell happened and Dake will respond with something and then everyone will laugh and life will be happy. The sign in screen of Windows XP can be seen, and Dake enters his password, which is quite long. Windows loads up, and Dake opens a folder. There are many many video clips in the folder. He clips on one of a battle royal and begins to watch it. Studying the movements of everyone as they are fighting. Looking on in a type of trance.*
(Another night on the road with the boys. A life as a wrestler. You wrestle in a state for a while and then you leave and go to another one and spend a night on the bus, you wake up after the bus and then you get to your hotel, and you check in and you bring your bags up to your room, even though that's the last thing you feel like doing. You then get to sleep in a hotel room, wake up, get your rental car, and get ready for the events of the day. A never ending saga. However it's the life that these men have chosen, and one Dake loves. He's been doing it for years. He shows no signs of stopping. He has won gold in WCF and in XGWO. He's become well known for his in ring talent. He's become well known for his out of the rind pranks and fun. He's taught new comers. He's done everything. It's his life. It's in his blood and he will go on doing it forever. Even if it does get a bit annoying to try and figure your way around a new city almost everyday looking for a gym to go to, looking for a place to tan. Looking for a place that serves good food. Stuff like that. It's all worth it in the end though. Making friends in the business is always a good thing. That's basically what's happen with the two other men that are in the bus tonight. Nate Nytro and Creeping Death are two guys that Dake has known for a couple of years now. He first met them when he came into the WCF for his first time. Back when Dake Ken, Trent Hunter, and X-Rated were The Elite and had a massive ... almost death grip on the WCF. The guys became friends after a time though, and became even tighter when the WCF went down and they wrestled in other type of "knock off" promotions that were made up of the same roster, basically.)
*At this time, Creeping Death has started to make some noises. The bus ride has been a bit bumpy at times. Dake reaches over and grabs a drink of water as he looks up at Creeping Deaths bunk and sees some water dripping down on the ground. He gives the water a type of smirk and continues to watch the battle royal match. Planning and making notes.*
(Dake has always been one to really take as many notes as he can on any type of match. It is what as made him so good over the years. He's won many belts because he does it. It might be a big hard at times, to really get yourself to study and to actually make and take notes on what is going on, and even in matches like a battle royal where the odds are against you, and it's a type of crap shot match, as far as Dake looks at it though, there really is a chance for everyone, and there are ways to better your chances. Why sit and just think to yourself, "I have no chance in hell, so why even waste time preparing for this match?" There's no reason to do such a thing in Dake's mind. As far as Dake is concerned every match has things in it that can give you an advantage, then a very full knowledge of the opponent can add to that. Knowing what your enemy is going to do is very handy, and in a match where the unpredictable is likely to happen, knowing what is most likely going to happen, is the best way to defend yourself. That's been Dake's philosophy since he first went into the XGWO, and that method of study and work, along with creation of moves, and studying how to make moves more effective has really come in handy over the years and made him one of the top carders and top wrestlers in the wrestling industry today.)
*Dake hears a noise coming from Creeping Death's bunk. Dake looks over at where Creeping Death's bunk is, and Creeping Death is standing there. He is covered in water, and he is flipping Dake off. Dake laughs at the image that is infront of him. Creeps shakes his head slowly and heads back into the bunk with some difficulty. He takes the wet sheets and throws them on Nate Nytro, who just lets out a type of loud sigh. Dake laughs ever harder.*
Dake: Feel good.
Creeping Death: ...
Dake: Come on, I mean this peice of shit doesn't even have AC.
Creeping Death: ...
Dake: Don't be that way.
*Dake laughs harder as Creeping Death continues to try and sleep*
Dake: You know it's always nice to know I can get a laugh out of you when I need a good one. It's always nice to see the real side of people. Not one that they try to market. That they try and sell. That they try and hide behind. Like some gimmick.
*The shot focuses on Dake's eye. His eyes are a very dark blue that could almost be taken for a green if you were to look at them quickly. Dake laughs*
(One thing Dake has always been against is the horrible gimmicks that are around. It was obvious with the feud he had with Neo back when Dake was in The Elite. The idea that Neo was just some gimmick who was there to make WCF money. Dake even went as far to wrestle in his old attire, with blue hair, and all that. Of course, character is nothing wrong. Dake has character. He's a type arrogant bastard that has some money. He's made alot of money off of the WCF and the XGWO and it's very easy to see that he likes to flaunt it. Who wouldn't. He knows he's good in the ring, one of the better that's ever been around, so there's no reason to discredit himself and not give himself the glory everyone else does. That's just selling yourself short. No reason to do that. Dake has the belts and the titles to prove it. He also has the win loss record. He has seen people come and go and some just leave. He has seen people who thought they were god find out they weren't that much. He's seen nazi's he's seen "bastard clowns" he's seen "slickie" mobsters. He's seen everything business has to offer him. He's been there and done that. He's been the poster boy for teen American, with his old "throw caution to the wind" type of gimmick, then the "take no prisoners" type of bad ass look. Dake has been there. There's nothing that shocks, him, and there's nothing that can get in his mind and make anything really stick out. Everything is just an attempt at a mind game that fails on him, and it all becomes clear in his vision, because everyone's game to him, and everyone's screen they put up, is nothing more than transparent glass that he can see right through.)
Dake: You know, I remember when I was so young in the business and I thought I needed to have this image and I thought I had to be this, and I had to be that. When, all I was doing is taking away time from studying video and becoming better. I mean, it's very obvious when you look at what we have going now. This "new talent" in the WCF that sits there and focuses more on being so far out. We have a pair of sexual feinds in the business now. One is actually a wrestler, and one is the others little errand boy. Quite sad if I do say so myself. It just seems like it's all who gets the bigger pop now. Who gets the bigger ohhh and ahhh.
I know why too. It's all very clear why it happens. There's one person to blame ... there's just one, and damn, if it isn't the bastard that we've ... that we're ... if it isn't the bastard ...
*Dake pauses for a moment. He takes out a note pad and starts to read. He is going over thoughts that he has written down that he plans to speak on at Slam. It is the basis for the founding of The New Dynasty. A group that has seemingly just formed for no reason. Just as the ToT has seemed to just reform. However, there is more to it than that. The New Dynasty has planned it out and has prepared to speak on it as well. The notebook Dake has is all thoughts that are going into the idea. It contains thoughts on all the members of the ToT and everything that the ToT has to do with.
Dake rubs his eyes. He shuts his lap top and puts it back under the couch. He then walks to the back. As he walks past the bunks to get some sheet to sleep on as well as a pillow, he get water thrown on him by Creeping Death.*
Dake: You fucker.
*The shot fades out.*
*The shot opens up in a bus. It's not an normal everyday bus. Not a bus that you would send your kids off to during the school year, with the brown seats made of some type fake leather, with no seatbelts. Some seats slit with the yellowish foam padding, that is most likely poisonous if ingested, falling out all over the floor and everywhere. The writing in markers, pens, and such on the seats spelling out foul words or other such things that young kids are not supposed to do. The odd smell, which is just the smell of food left from the morning that has been left out, in the sun, spoiling and leaving an odd smell that no one can quite put their finger on. The smell left over from young kids. Everyone knows that smell, you smell it everytime you walk into a primary school. It smells as though there are creatures that do not know how to wash themselves and do not even care too. The broken windows on the bus, or the ones with the latches you can never really get to roll down, because as a kid you are too weak to get it to function, and possibly to stupid to figure out how the windows work as well. The signs posted on the front and the back of the bus that include all the rules, which are always things like: "be respectful to the bus driver, be quite, no swearing, no smoking, no hands/feet/body parts out of the window, no crude behavior" etc etc. The old bus driver who hated his life and his job for what he let it get too. The life he has to live and the pain of having to hear screaming young kids every morning and then, worse, everday after school. No this bus is nothing like the odd yellow school bus you rode when you were a kid. Nothing like that at all. Although there are some things that seem similar. You can never get past the fact that all buses have that type of smell ... that bus smell. That people smell. This is a bit different though, it only smells like a few people ride this bus. Select people. People get that get paid to ride this bus. Also, of course there is a bus driver. He might not hate his life quite as much, as he gets to see these people, that are famous, and he gets to make friends with them, but his job is not very high paying, and he could probably do with a better life that had him close to the ones he loved in his life. The odd smell and the lack of showering also are similar traits of the bus driver. Who seems to forget how to wash his body properly and get rid of the odd funk that he leaves behind, almost in a visible trail of stench, as he passes.
This bus can be more looked at like a type of tour bus. The ones you see all over Europe. They exist in the United States of course, however, there aren't quite as many of them as there are in Europe, because in Europe, it's like seeing a bird on the side of the street. They are everywhere. Yes this bus, has the more modern look on the outside and is a bit larger. It has the logos and advertisements on it, displaying what might be associated with the company, which is the biggest logo on the side of the bus. It says in it's green color, slightly slanted, "WCF, Wrestling Championship Federation." The inside of the bus has a lot of space. Well, for a bus at least. It's not as if you could compare it to a house, or even a trailer, but there is a place to sit, and a type of kitchen, if you could really call it that. The couch is leather, or possibly faux-leather. However, it is far more convincing than the leather ... the "leather" rather ... that you would find on a school bus. Towards the back of the bus, there are area which contain bunks. These beds are small, only for one person, but that is why they are bunks. There is a toilet. The bus is much nicer than a tour bus, which, while spacious, is very cramped and very horrible to be on after awhile. The carpet on the floor is very similar. That type of odd design with colors that seem to be randomly selected to be placed. The windows are all draped closed right now, which is understandable. This is basically a home a the moment, which can be looked into by anyone, and no one really wants strangers to just peer into their living conditions and see how they live. It's quite ... simplistic why they are closed. The ... sky blue, old looking curtains that hang in front of all the windows, which go back in a row. There are none where the beds are though. Which again, makes perfect sense. No windows are around the toilet either. Televisions hang from the ceiling of the bus, they are incased by the bus. Only the sensor for the remote is visible, the rest is protected by a plastic shell provided by the bus. The TV at the moment is on, but only static is visible, there is no signal coming from wherever the bus is at this present time.
At the moment the bus is stopped at a "Kwik Stop." Inside the wrestlers riding on the bus are grabing snacks, using the restroom, and just talking, happy to be off the bus. The camera focuses on the store's roof which has a type of odd color combination which is blue, red, and brown. Not really appealing. At the gas pumps sit a few cars, being filled by their owners who are standing by their side waiting for the right amount of money, or waiting for the car to be full. Out of the glass sliding doors comes Dake Ken, Nate Nytro, and Creeping Death. Obviously these are the wrestlers on the bus traveling to the next town which will host the next WCF event. Possibly a house show, or a Sunday Slam. The wrestlers look tired and worn, but happy. Dake is laughing, and slightly red in the face. Nate Nytro is also laughing, and Creeping Death is just smiling with a sense of satisfaction. Obviously happy about the joke that he has just told, which seems to be a success. The wrestlers approach the big bus, and Dake has this type of look on his face. His head isn't tilted up, but his eyes are looking at the window, which have raised his brow, his mouth however, is in a slight frown. The expression is obviously saying, "I do not want to get back on there." He lets out a sigh as the door opens and climbs in. Nate Nytro and Creeping Death both make their way for the beds. Dake sits on the couch and beings drinking a bottle of Evain. Dake looks up a the TV with his eyes, once again lifting his brow. He sighs as he sees there is no signal. Another person enters the bus. It is the bus driver. He looks wired. In the background you can see Creeping Death and Nate Nytro trying to fit into the bunks, which are a bit small. Dake chuckles at the two men trying to fit into a space to sleep that is not meant for people their size. Dake lays back on the couch and easly looks relax and comfortable*
Nate Nytro: No fuck this, I want the couch.
Dake: No, you picked the bed, live with your choice.
Nate Nytro: No seriously, this is bull shit.
Dake: What did you expect, a real bus? We've had this shit for months now man.
Nate Nytro: Well this is better, but not great. I still want the couch though
Dake: Too bad, we decided on this a bit ago.
Nate Nytro: Next time it's mine.
Dake: Alright.
*Dake chuckles at the fact his friend must sleep in a cramped spot, however, at the he has a look of annoyance on his face, knowing that next bus ride he has to fit into one of those bunks. Dake takes out his phone from his pocket. Dake looks a little different than when you normally see him on WCF TV. He doesn't have quite the same clothes on. He just has some random jeans on, and a T-shirt that has the WCF logo on the front of it. He is also slightly smaller than he was when he was last "in" the WCF. Possibly dropped some weight in the months since he was last on TV. Dake opens his phone, it's a black RAZR. He opens it, and appear to send a text message back to one he just received. Dake flips the phone closed and puts in back in his pocket. He sits up on the couch and rests his arms on his knees. He then bends down and pulls a out a lap top bag from under the couch. He slings the bag on the couch and pulls out a grey lap top. He opens it up and waits. As the computer starts up he gets up and walks over the to kitchen area. It's very easy to see just how small this bus is now. Dake has to slightly crouch to make it around on the bus. Of course he is not really as big as everyone you pass on the streets however, it doesn't seem quite normal for a group of professional wrestlers to be on a bus that isn't big enough for them. Dake takes a plastic cup off the counter. He fills the cup with water and walks to the back of the bus. He puts the cup in the bunk that Creeping Death is sleeping in. He walks back to the couch. Obviously a prank. Creeping Death will wake up in a few minutes and ask Dake what the hell happened and Dake will respond with something and then everyone will laugh and life will be happy. The sign in screen of Windows XP can be seen, and Dake enters his password, which is quite long. Windows loads up, and Dake opens a folder. There are many many video clips in the folder. He clips on one of a battle royal and begins to watch it. Studying the movements of everyone as they are fighting. Looking on in a type of trance.*
(Another night on the road with the boys. A life as a wrestler. You wrestle in a state for a while and then you leave and go to another one and spend a night on the bus, you wake up after the bus and then you get to your hotel, and you check in and you bring your bags up to your room, even though that's the last thing you feel like doing. You then get to sleep in a hotel room, wake up, get your rental car, and get ready for the events of the day. A never ending saga. However it's the life that these men have chosen, and one Dake loves. He's been doing it for years. He shows no signs of stopping. He has won gold in WCF and in XGWO. He's become well known for his in ring talent. He's become well known for his out of the rind pranks and fun. He's taught new comers. He's done everything. It's his life. It's in his blood and he will go on doing it forever. Even if it does get a bit annoying to try and figure your way around a new city almost everyday looking for a gym to go to, looking for a place to tan. Looking for a place that serves good food. Stuff like that. It's all worth it in the end though. Making friends in the business is always a good thing. That's basically what's happen with the two other men that are in the bus tonight. Nate Nytro and Creeping Death are two guys that Dake has known for a couple of years now. He first met them when he came into the WCF for his first time. Back when Dake Ken, Trent Hunter, and X-Rated were The Elite and had a massive ... almost death grip on the WCF. The guys became friends after a time though, and became even tighter when the WCF went down and they wrestled in other type of "knock off" promotions that were made up of the same roster, basically.)
*At this time, Creeping Death has started to make some noises. The bus ride has been a bit bumpy at times. Dake reaches over and grabs a drink of water as he looks up at Creeping Deaths bunk and sees some water dripping down on the ground. He gives the water a type of smirk and continues to watch the battle royal match. Planning and making notes.*
(Dake has always been one to really take as many notes as he can on any type of match. It is what as made him so good over the years. He's won many belts because he does it. It might be a big hard at times, to really get yourself to study and to actually make and take notes on what is going on, and even in matches like a battle royal where the odds are against you, and it's a type of crap shot match, as far as Dake looks at it though, there really is a chance for everyone, and there are ways to better your chances. Why sit and just think to yourself, "I have no chance in hell, so why even waste time preparing for this match?" There's no reason to do such a thing in Dake's mind. As far as Dake is concerned every match has things in it that can give you an advantage, then a very full knowledge of the opponent can add to that. Knowing what your enemy is going to do is very handy, and in a match where the unpredictable is likely to happen, knowing what is most likely going to happen, is the best way to defend yourself. That's been Dake's philosophy since he first went into the XGWO, and that method of study and work, along with creation of moves, and studying how to make moves more effective has really come in handy over the years and made him one of the top carders and top wrestlers in the wrestling industry today.)
*Dake hears a noise coming from Creeping Death's bunk. Dake looks over at where Creeping Death's bunk is, and Creeping Death is standing there. He is covered in water, and he is flipping Dake off. Dake laughs at the image that is infront of him. Creeps shakes his head slowly and heads back into the bunk with some difficulty. He takes the wet sheets and throws them on Nate Nytro, who just lets out a type of loud sigh. Dake laughs ever harder.*
Dake: Feel good.
Creeping Death: ...
Dake: Come on, I mean this peice of shit doesn't even have AC.
Creeping Death: ...
Dake: Don't be that way.
*Dake laughs harder as Creeping Death continues to try and sleep*
Dake: You know it's always nice to know I can get a laugh out of you when I need a good one. It's always nice to see the real side of people. Not one that they try to market. That they try and sell. That they try and hide behind. Like some gimmick.
*The shot focuses on Dake's eye. His eyes are a very dark blue that could almost be taken for a green if you were to look at them quickly. Dake laughs*
(One thing Dake has always been against is the horrible gimmicks that are around. It was obvious with the feud he had with Neo back when Dake was in The Elite. The idea that Neo was just some gimmick who was there to make WCF money. Dake even went as far to wrestle in his old attire, with blue hair, and all that. Of course, character is nothing wrong. Dake has character. He's a type arrogant bastard that has some money. He's made alot of money off of the WCF and the XGWO and it's very easy to see that he likes to flaunt it. Who wouldn't. He knows he's good in the ring, one of the better that's ever been around, so there's no reason to discredit himself and not give himself the glory everyone else does. That's just selling yourself short. No reason to do that. Dake has the belts and the titles to prove it. He also has the win loss record. He has seen people come and go and some just leave. He has seen people who thought they were god find out they weren't that much. He's seen nazi's he's seen "bastard clowns" he's seen "slickie" mobsters. He's seen everything business has to offer him. He's been there and done that. He's been the poster boy for teen American, with his old "throw caution to the wind" type of gimmick, then the "take no prisoners" type of bad ass look. Dake has been there. There's nothing that shocks, him, and there's nothing that can get in his mind and make anything really stick out. Everything is just an attempt at a mind game that fails on him, and it all becomes clear in his vision, because everyone's game to him, and everyone's screen they put up, is nothing more than transparent glass that he can see right through.)
Dake: You know, I remember when I was so young in the business and I thought I needed to have this image and I thought I had to be this, and I had to be that. When, all I was doing is taking away time from studying video and becoming better. I mean, it's very obvious when you look at what we have going now. This "new talent" in the WCF that sits there and focuses more on being so far out. We have a pair of sexual feinds in the business now. One is actually a wrestler, and one is the others little errand boy. Quite sad if I do say so myself. It just seems like it's all who gets the bigger pop now. Who gets the bigger ohhh and ahhh.
I know why too. It's all very clear why it happens. There's one person to blame ... there's just one, and damn, if it isn't the bastard that we've ... that we're ... if it isn't the bastard ...
*Dake pauses for a moment. He takes out a note pad and starts to read. He is going over thoughts that he has written down that he plans to speak on at Slam. It is the basis for the founding of The New Dynasty. A group that has seemingly just formed for no reason. Just as the ToT has seemed to just reform. However, there is more to it than that. The New Dynasty has planned it out and has prepared to speak on it as well. The notebook Dake has is all thoughts that are going into the idea. It contains thoughts on all the members of the ToT and everything that the ToT has to do with.
Dake rubs his eyes. He shuts his lap top and puts it back under the couch. He then walks to the back. As he walks past the bunks to get some sheet to sleep on as well as a pillow, he get water thrown on him by Creeping Death.*
Dake: You fucker.
*The shot fades out.*
