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Who is Drake Love; And more important, why should we care?
Topic Started: Nov 25 2007, 04:03 AM (21 Views)
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The camera comes into a shot of the man now known as Drake Love, sitting in a small, quaint, and overall unremarkable room. He sits on a plain wooden chair, the only thing in the entire span of the room. While the room is barren, the room itself glows vividly. Inside the room circling Drake are waves of fire. They cast a demented glow on Drake's face in the shadowy room. All around him flames burn wildly, they lick the sides of the walls all around hungrily and scorch the ceiling as they dance with crazed life.

Drake: I have spoken to you, thee EWF faithful last week introducing myself. Yet perhaps my words weren’t fully received by all, so I speak again. I am not what many would call an overly intelligent man. I like to think that I am both cunning and resourceful, yet smart has never been a term associated with the name Drake Love. In fact I tend to react rather emotionally as opposed to rationally in times past. Does that mean I don't know how to operate within the ring? Hardly. But I digress a bit. You all are curious on who I am. Who is this Drake Love fellow? Why is he in EWF and most importantly, why should we as fans care one way or another? All valid and interesting questions, hopefully I will be able to provide answers to these quandaries, but then again perhaps being an enigma is what I am really after.

Drake leans back casually in the chair. The old pieces of lumber holding together underneath Drake creak and groan from the strain of the shift in weight. Drake maintains his nonchalant posture, almost detached from the flames whirling around him. Which would have to be impossible considering their close proximity to Drake's person. Which means Drake is not really at ease but merely trying to put off that image.

Drake: So it appears I will be starting in the shadows of the proverbial basement and be expected to work on up. I however have no plans on being a miserable whipping boy. I plan on making waves and it all starts on Revolt. You see the answers you are searching for? I plan on letting my actions speak louder than my words. Anyone can come here and banter simple words to sound elegant and magnificent beyond scope. But the fact remains, the basic ability to speak the English language is not the matter at hand. The matter is being able to perform inside the ring, letting not my tongue speak to you but my the cliche blood, sweat and tears preach my talent for me.

With exaggerated effort, Drake stands up leisurely from the wooden piece of furniture. Drake seems to be moving in an almost sluggish pace as he turns around to stare at the basic form of wood intently. Drake fixedly peers at the only other presence in the room barring the flames and himself. Transfixed by the shape or perhaps but the simplistic nature, Drake continues to ogle the chair as if it held all the answers to life's questions. Or maybe not. Snapping from the slumberous near comatose state into what can only be described as the unbridled rage of a beast, Drake snatches the chair up into the air. With a gruttral shout, Drake launches the chair into the flames. Drake licks his lips as he glares into the yellowy and formless fire as it devours the now timber. The flames eat away hungrily as it takes a life of it's own. Of course a fire can't be alive so that's just silly.

Drake: You see this is simply the first stepping stone to my path of glory. Five men enter this deliscious encounter of wildly obscene unrestrained chaos. Violence at its unbridled peak in a manner. I have two men I know very closely from past encounters in Red Dragon and MVP, both capable athletes, and both beneath my notice really. Tony Maverick and Brandon Watkins are two men new to my scope of reality but are equally unimportant in the long run. Merely footnotes on the pages of history books as the first to fall to me in what is sure to be an epic career here in EWF. Only the first stop along the way to much bigger things than any of you.

Stopping his flood of words cold, Drake seems almost lost in a trance as he stares into the flames. A very demented smile takes over on Drake's lips, whether forced for the camera or perhaps a true sign of Drake's psychotic mental state, it has a frightening effect.

Drake: I know nothing of these new men in my life’s personal life and care even less about what I do know about MVP and Dragon. My concern is with what goes on in between those ropes when the lights come on and the fans flood into their seats. When the all eyes rest on every single little move we make, that is where you come into my world. I pride myself on the ability to issue and withstand great amounts of pain. While preferably I would rather be the one dishing out the suffering, I am not going to lay down either. I am here to make it a statement to the entire locker room. Is it regretful that it must be at your expense? Well I am sure you will think so. But that's the biz as they say. So lace up those boots real tight, make sure you are all stretched up warm and ready. Because The Career Killer arrives at Mayhem. And in the end, everything I have said, all the words you will respond with, all the fans, the bright lights, the glitz, and the glamour, none of it will mean a damn thing. The only thing that matters is the victory. My victory.

Drake dramatically leans his head backwards to perform the infamous villain laugh. That is until a nearby flame comes dangerously close to Drake's face. Drake's laugh cuts off in a surprised gasp, and as such sends Drake into a far less intimidating coughing spell. Drake is hacking up a lung, certainly the choice of being in a room with flames creating smoke has a big factor. Drake is frantically waving at the cameras to cut off and as we fade out we can hear the crew laughing at Drake's attempt to be grandiose.
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