Post by Kencedro on Aug 5, 2006 1:39:25 GMT -5
The scene opens to a dimly lit Hotel room. As we see Honey Valentine laying down with the covers over her in the king size bed in the hotel room, and she appears to be reading a Cosmopolitan magazine. The camera slowly surveys the entire room, as we soon see Drake Kencedro reclining back in a Laz-E-Boy chair. His feet are propped up on the coffee table in front of the chair, and a bowl of popcorn rest on his stomach. Drake reaches for the remote, as he turns the television’s volume up.
Drake Kencedro: Honey, here it is!
Honey places the magazine over her legs saving the page that she is reading, and she sits up so that she can see the television perfectly. The camera cuts back over to the television as Drake Kencedro seems to be watching the Pay-Per-View replay of World Championship Federation’s Aftermath. The current scene in the pay per view is at when Drake Kencedro slides into the ring with the steal chair. It shows Drake taking his first swing at Biggs, but Biggs moved out of the way.
Drake Kencedro: MAN! He was so lucky he didn’t get nailed right there.
Drake grabs a handful of popcorn and crams it into his mouth, as the scene on the Pay-Per-View shows Drake as takes the second shot towards JJ Biggs, but misses again. Drake remains silent, and he grabs the remote control and fast-forwards the scene just a couple of seconds ahead.
Drake Kencedro: Here it comes!
The scene then shows when Drake finally connected with a steal chair shot onto JJ Biggs, and then nailing him with his finisher, known as The Decomposer. Drake grins, as he places the remote on the table beside the chair.
Drake Kencedro: What a move.
Honey Valentine: Executed perfectly, if I do say so myself.
Drake chuckles, as the Pay-Per-View continues to play. Drake reaches for his glass, and takes a sip of the cold beverage that his was drinking. Drake then looks around the room, as he notices Honey has continued back to read her magazine.
Drake Kencedro: Within twenty-four hours, I will finally make my WCF in ring debut.
From out of the scene we can hear Honey Valentine.
Honey Valentine: Mm...hm.
Drake Kencedro: Against another man, who is also making his WCF in ring debut, and that man being one…Phillip Rocca.
Drake takes a brief moment to glance back over at the television, as the scene seems to be at when Dake Ken is making his surprise return, back to WCF.
Drake Kencedro: You know Rocca, I seen what you had to say the other day. Quite conceited that you think of yourself so high and mighty. Knowing that you’re stepping into a new place. A new domain, that which will soon be run by the likes of me, Drake Kencedro!
The room suddenly turns silent, as the low volume television is faintly heard, and the sound of flipping magazine pages are head. Honey Valentine while still looking at her magazine, continues the conversation.
Honey Valentine: Drake, two WCF newcomers in a match together. You can only stop and think that the winner’s future will become a little brighter down the road.
Drake is looking blankly at the television, as the scene of the Pay-Per-View is switching over to the Main Event match-up. Drake leans back in his chair, and props arms up behind his head. A couple minutes pass, as Drake continues to watch the television. Drake then begins to laugh. Honey gets a confused expression on her face, as she just shrugs, and goes back to reading.
Drake Kencedro: Honey, do you doubt my talents compared this soon to be nobody of Phillip Rocca. Hell, I still don’t even know much of this guy, all I know is that I’m getting a little tired of hearing his so-called technical in ring hype.
Drake glances back over at the television as both superstars are standing in the ring, about to square off, before he turns to stare down the camera again.
Drake Kencedro: Because, when the dust settles this Sunday. The better man will be standing tall over the other. Not only will I be that man, but also I shall strike intimidation through the mind, soul, and soon to be mangled body of one…JJ Biggs.
Drake Kencedro takes the bowl off of his stomach, and gently places in on the little table beside him. He adjusts himself into the chair, so he has total comfort. Drake smirks, as he turns the television back up. Honey Valentine finishes her magazine, and places it on the floor beside of the bed. She sits up in the bed and notices Drake still watching the Pay-Per-View Replay. Honey rolls her eyes, as she clears her throat.
Honey Valentine: Drake, when are you coming to bed?
Drake’s eyes are glued to the television as the hardcore brawl rages on in the replay. Without taking his eyes off of the television Drake replies.
Drake Kencedro: I’ll be in there in a minute.
Honey Valentine: Oh come on Drake. You were there that night…you know who wins.
Drake takes a brief second from looking away from the television, as he glances over to the clock that hangs on the wall.
Drake Kencedro: Yeah, you’re right.
Drake slowly gets up from his comfortable chair, and turns the television off through the remote. He drops the remote onto the chair, as he heads over to the bed where Honey is laying. Drake is last seen slowly getting into the bed, as the camera scene begins to fade away.
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Drake Kencedro: Honey, here it is!
Honey places the magazine over her legs saving the page that she is reading, and she sits up so that she can see the television perfectly. The camera cuts back over to the television as Drake Kencedro seems to be watching the Pay-Per-View replay of World Championship Federation’s Aftermath. The current scene in the pay per view is at when Drake Kencedro slides into the ring with the steal chair. It shows Drake taking his first swing at Biggs, but Biggs moved out of the way.
Drake Kencedro: MAN! He was so lucky he didn’t get nailed right there.
Drake grabs a handful of popcorn and crams it into his mouth, as the scene on the Pay-Per-View shows Drake as takes the second shot towards JJ Biggs, but misses again. Drake remains silent, and he grabs the remote control and fast-forwards the scene just a couple of seconds ahead.
Drake Kencedro: Here it comes!
The scene then shows when Drake finally connected with a steal chair shot onto JJ Biggs, and then nailing him with his finisher, known as The Decomposer. Drake grins, as he places the remote on the table beside the chair.
Drake Kencedro: What a move.
Honey Valentine: Executed perfectly, if I do say so myself.
Drake chuckles, as the Pay-Per-View continues to play. Drake reaches for his glass, and takes a sip of the cold beverage that his was drinking. Drake then looks around the room, as he notices Honey has continued back to read her magazine.
Drake Kencedro: Within twenty-four hours, I will finally make my WCF in ring debut.
From out of the scene we can hear Honey Valentine.
Honey Valentine: Mm...hm.
Drake Kencedro: Against another man, who is also making his WCF in ring debut, and that man being one…Phillip Rocca.
Drake takes a brief moment to glance back over at the television, as the scene seems to be at when Dake Ken is making his surprise return, back to WCF.
Drake Kencedro: You know Rocca, I seen what you had to say the other day. Quite conceited that you think of yourself so high and mighty. Knowing that you’re stepping into a new place. A new domain, that which will soon be run by the likes of me, Drake Kencedro!
The room suddenly turns silent, as the low volume television is faintly heard, and the sound of flipping magazine pages are head. Honey Valentine while still looking at her magazine, continues the conversation.
Honey Valentine: Drake, two WCF newcomers in a match together. You can only stop and think that the winner’s future will become a little brighter down the road.
Drake is looking blankly at the television, as the scene of the Pay-Per-View is switching over to the Main Event match-up. Drake leans back in his chair, and props arms up behind his head. A couple minutes pass, as Drake continues to watch the television. Drake then begins to laugh. Honey gets a confused expression on her face, as she just shrugs, and goes back to reading.
Drake Kencedro: Honey, do you doubt my talents compared this soon to be nobody of Phillip Rocca. Hell, I still don’t even know much of this guy, all I know is that I’m getting a little tired of hearing his so-called technical in ring hype.
Drake glances back over at the television as both superstars are standing in the ring, about to square off, before he turns to stare down the camera again.
Drake Kencedro: Because, when the dust settles this Sunday. The better man will be standing tall over the other. Not only will I be that man, but also I shall strike intimidation through the mind, soul, and soon to be mangled body of one…JJ Biggs.
Drake Kencedro takes the bowl off of his stomach, and gently places in on the little table beside him. He adjusts himself into the chair, so he has total comfort. Drake smirks, as he turns the television back up. Honey Valentine finishes her magazine, and places it on the floor beside of the bed. She sits up in the bed and notices Drake still watching the Pay-Per-View Replay. Honey rolls her eyes, as she clears her throat.
Honey Valentine: Drake, when are you coming to bed?
Drake’s eyes are glued to the television as the hardcore brawl rages on in the replay. Without taking his eyes off of the television Drake replies.
Drake Kencedro: I’ll be in there in a minute.
Honey Valentine: Oh come on Drake. You were there that night…you know who wins.
Drake takes a brief second from looking away from the television, as he glances over to the clock that hangs on the wall.
Drake Kencedro: Yeah, you’re right.
Drake slowly gets up from his comfortable chair, and turns the television off through the remote. He drops the remote onto the chair, as he heads over to the bed where Honey is laying. Drake is last seen slowly getting into the bed, as the camera scene begins to fade away.
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