Post by Drake Jaxin on Jan 5, 2010 1:57:09 GMT -5
(The scene opens in a blur before softly focusing in on the future of this organization. We seem to be viewing from a webcam feed as the time and date is appropriately placed at the bottom left side of the screen.)
Date: 4 January 2010
Time: 0345 hours
Drake: I'm going to tell y'all right now....I don't know what the hell I'm doing with this. I'm not too computer savvy nor am I a webcam guru. I was told to document my journey. This grand voyage that I am about to embark on. Tape it they said. It'll be good for the fans. It will put you over like no other superstar in the business' history. They'll feel connected with you. To be honest though, I could really care less how y'all feel about me. Some of you won't like me. Some of you will actually grow to hate me. But let it be known, at the end of the day, you will all respect me. I "keep it real" like no other human being any of you have ever met. I tell it like it is whether it's considered "acceptable" by the fans or not. That's just my style....and like I said....you may not like it, but you all will grow to respect it if you don't already.
(Drake adjusts the webcam so you, the fan, can get a better view of his chiseled physique before continuing....)
Drake: I won't get too in-depth with my past nor with how I signed with TWD. Everything will come to light soon enough. Let's just say that I had a few "connections" that "connected" me with the "right people". I knew coming here was going to raise some eyebrows. My signing to this company was going to leave veterans wondering who I was and why I got this opportunity. Relax fellas, because I know you're going to be watching this too......just relax. I didn't come to TWD to "kick ass and take names". I didn't come to take out "old school heros", "eno's" or "enforcers". I didn't come to focus solely on becoming a champion. But I also didn't come to embarrass myself. I also didn't come to become one of those idiots whose shoulders are frequently pinned against the mat. Put quite simply, I didn't come to The Wrestling Domain to fail. With success however, comes obstacles. I know this. I know that my past will come to light as I continue to climb up the ranks of this organization so when I find myself at the beginning of that bridge, I'll cross it. In due time, you'll all understand who I am and why I'm here. Trust me people, it will all make sense......in due time. Until then, how about I start my legacy eh?
(Drake smirks a bit before leaning back in his chair, pulling what seems to be an authentic cuban cigar off his desk as he does so. He lights the cigar and takes a couple seconds to enjoy its aroma before continuing...)
Drake: January 17th. The first show of 2010 for The Wrestling Domain. A young, solid organization debuting it's newest talent -- me. Who do we have on the first rung of the soon-to-be epic ladder elevation that will be known as my career? Rocky Rhodes. Rocky....fuckin'.....Rhodes. Seriously? Am I fighting someone on the 17th or am I ordering a a blizzard at "Dairy Queen"? Fuck outta' here. I've seen what you have to offer Rhodes. I studied and analyzed the match between you and the WIZ and I'll tell you what....I'm impressed. I'm impressed that you lasted as long as you did in your debut. With the utmost sincerity, I will truly be impressed if you last half as long as you did against the WIZ -- with me. Let's be real here "Rocky", because that's what I do best....keeping it real. You're in your mid-40's. You smell. Your lack of athleticism really shows. You parade around with trailer trash women that don't even deserve the "glorification" of being called a "groupie". Quite frankly Rhodes, you're an embarrassment to this sport and this organization. Facing you is going to be like tying my shoes -- easy.
(Another puff of the cigar and a few more seconds to inhale the sweet scent leads to more belittling...)
Drake: In all honesty, I believe you suffer from a slight case of dysmnesia. I mean, what other way is there to explain the fact that you have no idea who you're competing against on the 17th of the first month of this new year? Seriously Rhodes? You didn't even know that it's not this week that you're stepping in the ring with me....it's TWO weeks from now. The booze and needle sharing must have finally taken its toll on you old man. What you do seem to remember though is what you do this for. You lace up the boots not to accomplish any personal goal......no.....you do it to please....the fans?! Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?! I said it earlier and I will say this again. If the fans choose to accept what I do as something they wish to cheer for....if they wish to accept me as one of their favorites and consider what I do in the ring as a highlight of their evening -- so be it. I don't need their approval nor do I yearn for it. The only thing I set out to accomplish is defeating whoever is put in my way. You, my friend, are going to start your new year on a very sour note.
(He inches closer to the webcam as the slow-rising anger is almost felt through the screen. We're left staring into his eyes as his fiery emotion is easily seen....)
Drake: You don't know who you're facing old-river Rhodes? You don't know who I am? -- That's fine. I wouldn't expect you to know me. But at least have the decency and the respect to know my name. i, the respectful competitor that I am, know yours. Rocky Rhodes -- the "party like it's 1999" Prince-lovin' trailer trash Joe Dirt wanna-be. Rocky Rhodes -- the imbecile. The idiot. The redneck. The victim. The man whose only claim to fame will be on TWD trivia games when they ask the question "Who was the legendary Drake Jaxin's first opponent?".
(Drake takes a breath and leans back once again into his chair while still staring at the camera. He looks away for a second, smirks, and takes another puff of his cigar before continuing...)
Drake: I'm now responsible for leading TWD's young talent into the new decade. I'm putting that responsibility on myself. I'm accepting the challenge. It begins with you Mr. Rhodes. Don't take my words personal. Don't take the ass-whupping you're about to receive by this young-gun personal either. It's all business. Of course, you don't understand this. You'd rather party like it's 1999 right? Hilarious. I don't even think YOU understand what comes out of your mouth. Like I said Mr. Two-Teeth....it's all business. And after our little meeting in two weeks, I want you to do something for me. Stop inserting your poor excuse of of a penis into gonorrhea-infested swamps and practice safe sex by fuckin' yourself. No love for you Rhodes -- not on "Showdown". As for the rest of The Wrestling Domain? It's just the beginning. I'm here. What you see.....what you're watching right now........this.....all of it......is just the beginning. I'm introducing the world to Drake "No Love" Jaxin.....whether it's accepted or not doesn't matter to me.
(The cigar is lightly placed on an ashtray as the future of this organization once again leans into the webcam. His eyes, once again, seem to be staring right into yours. He softly mutters two words before the feed ends...)
Drake: Hello World.
Date: 4 January 2010
Time: 0345 hours
Drake: I'm going to tell y'all right now....I don't know what the hell I'm doing with this. I'm not too computer savvy nor am I a webcam guru. I was told to document my journey. This grand voyage that I am about to embark on. Tape it they said. It'll be good for the fans. It will put you over like no other superstar in the business' history. They'll feel connected with you. To be honest though, I could really care less how y'all feel about me. Some of you won't like me. Some of you will actually grow to hate me. But let it be known, at the end of the day, you will all respect me. I "keep it real" like no other human being any of you have ever met. I tell it like it is whether it's considered "acceptable" by the fans or not. That's just my style....and like I said....you may not like it, but you all will grow to respect it if you don't already.
(Drake adjusts the webcam so you, the fan, can get a better view of his chiseled physique before continuing....)
Drake: I won't get too in-depth with my past nor with how I signed with TWD. Everything will come to light soon enough. Let's just say that I had a few "connections" that "connected" me with the "right people". I knew coming here was going to raise some eyebrows. My signing to this company was going to leave veterans wondering who I was and why I got this opportunity. Relax fellas, because I know you're going to be watching this too......just relax. I didn't come to TWD to "kick ass and take names". I didn't come to take out "old school heros", "eno's" or "enforcers". I didn't come to focus solely on becoming a champion. But I also didn't come to embarrass myself. I also didn't come to become one of those idiots whose shoulders are frequently pinned against the mat. Put quite simply, I didn't come to The Wrestling Domain to fail. With success however, comes obstacles. I know this. I know that my past will come to light as I continue to climb up the ranks of this organization so when I find myself at the beginning of that bridge, I'll cross it. In due time, you'll all understand who I am and why I'm here. Trust me people, it will all make sense......in due time. Until then, how about I start my legacy eh?
(Drake smirks a bit before leaning back in his chair, pulling what seems to be an authentic cuban cigar off his desk as he does so. He lights the cigar and takes a couple seconds to enjoy its aroma before continuing...)
Drake: January 17th. The first show of 2010 for The Wrestling Domain. A young, solid organization debuting it's newest talent -- me. Who do we have on the first rung of the soon-to-be epic ladder elevation that will be known as my career? Rocky Rhodes. Rocky....fuckin'.....Rhodes. Seriously? Am I fighting someone on the 17th or am I ordering a a blizzard at "Dairy Queen"? Fuck outta' here. I've seen what you have to offer Rhodes. I studied and analyzed the match between you and the WIZ and I'll tell you what....I'm impressed. I'm impressed that you lasted as long as you did in your debut. With the utmost sincerity, I will truly be impressed if you last half as long as you did against the WIZ -- with me. Let's be real here "Rocky", because that's what I do best....keeping it real. You're in your mid-40's. You smell. Your lack of athleticism really shows. You parade around with trailer trash women that don't even deserve the "glorification" of being called a "groupie". Quite frankly Rhodes, you're an embarrassment to this sport and this organization. Facing you is going to be like tying my shoes -- easy.
(Another puff of the cigar and a few more seconds to inhale the sweet scent leads to more belittling...)
Drake: In all honesty, I believe you suffer from a slight case of dysmnesia. I mean, what other way is there to explain the fact that you have no idea who you're competing against on the 17th of the first month of this new year? Seriously Rhodes? You didn't even know that it's not this week that you're stepping in the ring with me....it's TWO weeks from now. The booze and needle sharing must have finally taken its toll on you old man. What you do seem to remember though is what you do this for. You lace up the boots not to accomplish any personal goal......no.....you do it to please....the fans?! Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?! I said it earlier and I will say this again. If the fans choose to accept what I do as something they wish to cheer for....if they wish to accept me as one of their favorites and consider what I do in the ring as a highlight of their evening -- so be it. I don't need their approval nor do I yearn for it. The only thing I set out to accomplish is defeating whoever is put in my way. You, my friend, are going to start your new year on a very sour note.
(He inches closer to the webcam as the slow-rising anger is almost felt through the screen. We're left staring into his eyes as his fiery emotion is easily seen....)
Drake: You don't know who you're facing old-river Rhodes? You don't know who I am? -- That's fine. I wouldn't expect you to know me. But at least have the decency and the respect to know my name. i, the respectful competitor that I am, know yours. Rocky Rhodes -- the "party like it's 1999" Prince-lovin' trailer trash Joe Dirt wanna-be. Rocky Rhodes -- the imbecile. The idiot. The redneck. The victim. The man whose only claim to fame will be on TWD trivia games when they ask the question "Who was the legendary Drake Jaxin's first opponent?".
(Drake takes a breath and leans back once again into his chair while still staring at the camera. He looks away for a second, smirks, and takes another puff of his cigar before continuing...)
Drake: I'm now responsible for leading TWD's young talent into the new decade. I'm putting that responsibility on myself. I'm accepting the challenge. It begins with you Mr. Rhodes. Don't take my words personal. Don't take the ass-whupping you're about to receive by this young-gun personal either. It's all business. Of course, you don't understand this. You'd rather party like it's 1999 right? Hilarious. I don't even think YOU understand what comes out of your mouth. Like I said Mr. Two-Teeth....it's all business. And after our little meeting in two weeks, I want you to do something for me. Stop inserting your poor excuse of of a penis into gonorrhea-infested swamps and practice safe sex by fuckin' yourself. No love for you Rhodes -- not on "Showdown". As for the rest of The Wrestling Domain? It's just the beginning. I'm here. What you see.....what you're watching right now........this.....all of it......is just the beginning. I'm introducing the world to Drake "No Love" Jaxin.....whether it's accepted or not doesn't matter to me.
(The cigar is lightly placed on an ashtray as the future of this organization once again leans into the webcam. His eyes, once again, seem to be staring right into yours. He softly mutters two words before the feed ends...)
Drake: Hello World.