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Riot vs. Darren Drake
Topic Started: Aug 2 2011, 03:04 PM (88 Views)
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SCW PRESENTS: Breakdown

Riot vs. Darren Drake

Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday, August 9, 2011
2 RP Limit per match
3 RP Limit per singles match, 4 per team for the tag match.

Good Luck everyone!~~



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Things didn't kill me but I don't feel stronger
Life is short but it feels much longer
You've lost that drive, you've lost that hunger
To pull yourself through the day


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I had returned home the next morning following Rise to Greatness. It had been quite a while since I had been back to Minnesota. I wanted to surprise the family with my arrival aswell as a few left over Rise to Greatness memorabilia I managed to get. The visit would have to be short however because I had to be in Chicago for Breakdown. Still, I felt the visit was long overdue. I had completely shut out contact with my family during the preparation for Justin Davis. I wanted to be at my best, and I knew that my family would be a distraction. It paid off, as I earned my first SCW victory at the Pre-Show against Riddick. It was a tremendous nail in the coffin, after our long history.

I was still feeling the effects of the post event party. The celebration lasted into the morning hours with good reason. We had crowned a new World Champion. Shawn was ecstatic as were his stable mates. They had invited the majority of the roster to the after party, only a few showed up. I didn’t really have any problems with Greaternity, or Shawn Winters for that matter. They had their moment of triumph, and I was there to simply congratulate. There was no indication that Greaternity even considered my friendship. It wasn’t like they needed friends anyway. Now, they held all the cards. No one was safe inside SCW, and you would assume that’s in the back of people’s minds.
It wasn’t just Greaternity who celebrated the victory. The Rejected also celebrated a little bit, despite their dysfunctional relationship. Nicole Kinneck had beat Hallucigen for quite possibly the biggest win in her career. I didn’t bother celebrating with Rejected. I didn’t have a problem with them so much as Kraven Blake and his hatred for me. The Rejected had a tiny party which mainly consisted of their own members sitting around being silly.

I had also heard word of other parties involving the SCW victors, but I stayed away from them. As friendly as I am, there were people who just didn’t like me for whatever reason. I suppose it might have to do with my return. One minute I was a guest appearance at Taking Hold of the Flame, and the next I was on the weekly shows. It all seemed so twisted, but infact, I was back. I couldn’t stay away from the ring after Taking Hold of the Flame. It pulled me back, again and again. In my mid 40s and I still want to compete. I want to compare it to the lays potato chip commercial. The idea that they worked in 2000 about not being able to only eat one chip. Somehow I had felt like the fat ass watching Big Brother holding a bag of Lays attempting to only eat one. I just couldn’t do it. Once you get into the ring again, it becomes hard to leave.

I had to leave the next morning after Rise to Greatness despite feeling the effects of partying with Greaternity. The hangover killed me, but after 2 large double doubles I was good to go.

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We've all got secrets that we hold inside
The worst little things that we try and defy
The worst one of all that you never can hide
Is that you're never quite as strong as you sound

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Is there always calm before the storm? Where did that saying even come from? It sounds stupid, but in this case it was true. I had arrived back to Cold Spring around lunch time to find an empty house. There was no car in the driveway, which was strange but I went inside anyway. I observed my surroundings with wide eyed amazement. To say the house was a mess would probably be an understatement. I proceeded into the kitchen, making sure to take off my shoes. The sink was full of dishes and the counter next to it aswell. The house hadn’t been cleaned in sometime, which was a shock if you knew Vanessa at all. The biggest indication of a problem was just past the kitchen. Behind the large wooden dinner table was the pile of toys. I was surprised to see my daughters toys so casually thrown about her play area. Vanessa had always made the time to clean them up. She had always made her point about toys very clear. No one toy was out of the bin. Not one naked Barbie laying about for everyone one to see. I had never understood her hatred for toys about the house. It would probably have something to do with the relationship between her and her mother. Perhaps even the fact that growing up, Vanessa got little affection from her parents that toys were her only sense of purpose. She would lock herself in her room all today surrounded by her toys. It was only until her mother got mad, then the toys were rubbish in her mother’s eyes. She had never lashed out at Vanessa, but somehow it always came back to the toys. She would toss them about the room in a tangent, the more toys; the more it fuelled her rage. So the shock of seeing the toys about my house worried me a little. In Vanessa’s long list of pet peeves this topped them all. Even above leaving the toothpaste lid off, or clipping your toe nails at the end of the bed. She had her little hussies about things, but this was by far the biggest.

I dropped my luggage to the side and proceeded to get down on all fours to pick up the toys. It was no surprise to me hearing my knees crack on the way down. This was a painful reminder of my old age. It was one of my biggest weaknesses in the game. Surely, no one counted me out as a competitor, but speed was definitely a challenge I wished to overcome. I wasn’t as fast as I used to be. I knew as well as anyone but power was my advantage going into my matches. Still there was always going to be someone strong than you in the game. I suppose that goes the same for speed.

I picked up a few toys and tossed them into the box. This continued for a few seconds until a special toy caught my eye. A smile drew cross my face as I examined the action figure I had got my daughter many years ago. Pushing a button on the side of the doll, the voice box rang out “Say your prayers and eat your vitamins!” It was a valuable life lesion the Hulkster taught, and my daughter just loved this doll. For a few months she slept with him every night. Seeing the doll out now brought back those memories. She had probably brought Hulk out to play with me in mind. Getting up off the floor, I brought the doll with me to the sofa. I plunked down and held the doll in the air for a moment before dropping a legdrop into the palm of my hand. I chuckled a bit at my childish side.
The thought of this doll reminded me of my own career. Hogan was old, as was I... but the difference being, Hulk is a legend, and I am a nobody. I had heard about the new development company before I had left for Minnesota. I had received a BBM from head office with the news of Commonwealth Wrestling. It was SCWs new development camp, designed to help the struggling athlete aswell as new faces in the sport. I had thought long and hard about possibly checking it out. The competition in SCW was tight. I had little success thus far, but there was one factor holding me back from joining. One tiny problem I had with Commonwealth wrestling...

I was too old.

I had just returned to SCW with high hopes for the future. Still, getting that first win felt so good. I knew the high was only temporary, and sooner or later someone would show me up. I knew that this week was going to be another huge test. Riot was much like Thirteen; they were misunderstood. They had problems within themselves which led to anger problems, and social problems.. and a whole whack of other stuff which physiatrists generally deal with. My job was to simply win. I knew Riot had a good side, weird and creepy, but it was still met with good intentions. I had wondered if he too was considering joining Commonwealth. But he was quick, like most of the talent on their roster. They use speed and high risk manoeuvres to win their matches. If did join CM, there was another small problem which might arise. She was 5’7, weighed 136 pounds and she was like a firecracker ready to explode. I knew exactly what she’d say when I told her. She would give me a list of reasons why leaving SCW was a bad move, or what she believed in her heart I should consider.

It was then when they came through the door. Emily ran into my lap, exploding with affection. Vanessa stood in the doorway with a smile. They were both happy to see me, even if it was only for a short time. I decided to walk to the door and greet my beautiful wife. Emily grabbed my hand and followed me closely. Vanessa wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me like you would see in a movie.

Vanessa: I missed you!!

Her eyes nearly filling with tears, she held me tight. I attempted to move, but they had both kept me grounded with hugs.

Darren: I missed you too!

That was the truth. The nights in the hotel were getting lonesome. The SCW was great; everyone was little a tight nit family. But as tight as the family was, they hung out in groups. The different stables were always together, couples were formed. There was only a select few, including myself who spent the nights alone in thought. My thoughts mainly involved the business, but every so often my mind returned home. I would think of my beautiful family, and how blessed a truly was.

Vanessa: Let’s go into the kitchen, you must be thirsty!

Kindness was one of Vanessa’s key qualities. She was always looking out for others, making sure people felt comfortable before serving herself. I had made the promise to my parents before they died, that one day, I would marry a nice girl, and I did. She led me into the kitchen and I took my seat at the head of the table. Vanessa went into the cupboard to retrieve a glass. She came back to the table holding a cup and a can of PBR. My stomach groaned as she opened the beer, putting it infront of my place.

Vanessa: So..

I took a swig of the cold beer and was reminded of last night’s affairs. Everyone knew Greaterity was known for their in ring talents, but no one had warned me of the parties. How even as World Champion, Shawn Winter’s could out drink most if not all of the SCW roster. He was championship material for the most part, but when the cameras were off, he was a different man. Still, I took another swig of the beer and locked eyes with my wife. She had a concerned look on her face as she slowly turned away.

Darren: Soo..

I didn’t know what to say first. Perhaps the weather would have been a good topic starter, but then where would you go from there. I avoided the mess around the house. I knew if I had brought up the skink full of dishes, I would open up a can of something other than beer. Instead, I decided to jump right into the wrestling topic. Like the typical husband returning home after a hard day at the office, just to talk about the day at the officer. Luckily, we had plenty to discuss.

Darren: The pay per view was great, just great. Did you order it?

I knew the answer, but for whatever reason I asked the question.

Vanessa: No, Emily wasn’t feeling well that night. I didn’t want to bother keeping her up. She desperately wanted to see you on TV.

I smiled a little. The preshow wasn’t televised but it doesn’t matter now. I went to Rise to Greatness and that was the ultimate goal. I could stay atleast hold that in my memory for a while.

Darren: It was a great show; I ended up winning my match!

She could sence the excitement in my voice. There was nothing that was going to take away from that moment. She shuffled in her seat a bit, and I took another drink from my beer.

Vanessa: That’s awesome, hunnie! So what’s next?

The question I was waiting for. Dare I tell her the possibility of change? I didn’t want to start an argument, but still leaving her out of the loop might not be so good either.

Darren: There’s a new company opening up.

Vanessa: Oh really?

Her eyes met the floor, she did her best not to look at me. The cat was out of the bag. I knew she wasn’t going to take well to me considering it. I worked so hard to return to SCW. To be an SCW star was everything to me.

Vanessa: You want to join it, don’t you?

Darren: It’s not a matter of want.

She looked at me with puzzled eyes. She wasn’t sure what I ment by that statement, but it was true. It doesn’t really matter what I want to do. It’s what’s best for the show. They could go on without me, and that was painful. I wanted desperately to be a corner stone, but I didn’t have the heat yet.

Darren: It’s what’s best for the company.

She still had the blank stare on her face. She was under the impression that I was a star. Like a band getting back together, searching for stardom. Soon they realize they aren’t as good as they used to be. Things change, generations skip. They wanted younger, faster guys and I just didn’t cut it. But to tell Vanessa I was a failure was the last thing I wanted to do.

Vanessa: They don’t..

Darren: There’s a lot of talent on the show.

That was all that had to be said. She understood that it’s a dog eat dog world. You can try so hard, have the loudest bark, and then it comes down to your bite. I didn’t have much to offer SCW. As much as I wanted to stay, the idea of dropping to a development company sounded nice. I had the opportunity to work on my game in a smaller setting.

Vanessa: I know, you don’t have say anything else. I completely understand... do what you have to do.

I was lucky to have her in my corner. She supported me through so much, that I almost felt I didn’t deserve her. One thing I didn’t mention was the twist. The possibility of no return... not being able to return to SCW unless called up. That could take forever, or not at all. Still, I would save that conversation for another time.

I took another swig of my beer and continued to talk.

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I’ve watched you. You might have not even realized. Hell, you probably don’t even know my name. But after Breakdown, you will. See I have been here for years. I started out in SCW many years ago. I got lost amongst the bright lights. I was blinded by an ego that I had created in my mind. I was untouchable, so I thought. Then, years pass.. you grow up. You regret many things secretly, but shout out.. No regrets because that’s what they want to hear. Still, I am the man I am today because of past experiences. If given the chance, I’d do it all over. Start fresh, become young again... So full of life; so lost deep within my youth. I’d make mistakes, and they’d say who cares, he’s young. Now adays I can’t make mistakes. Now, every match is deemed important. Sasha could throw me out on my ass, given the opportunity. Then I’d be lost, stuck back home in Minnesota. Still I’d be blind, and living a life of regret.

So now I return to you young Riot. You now know, I’ve been watching. Are you still going to do the same things? Commit the same cardinal mistakes, sweeping them under the rug. I am on to you Riot. I have watched you within the last few months. You are the rookie they’ve been talking about. Have you heard anything about me? Probably not. You see, I am old news, they won’t talk about me. My story has already been written. I am in SCW today for the final few chapters. When I am dead, you can read my book. It goes on and on and on about absolutely nothing.

A troubled career.

A painful addiction.

Is that was you expected, Riot? Welcome to the life story of Darren Drake, narrated by Darren Drake. Sounds boring, doesn’t it. I’m sure your carreer is a little more glamorous. Less injuries, I should only assume. But, like Thirteen... you have a problem. You are suck in darkness, and eats away at your brain. There is just nothing you can do about it. It sucks, but reality sometimes does. So, where do you go from here? I certainly can’t help you. I can’t lead you into another direction, because I just don’t care that much about you. To me, you are nothing but a masked little freak, who drew an unlucky number. The unlucky part is facing me on Breakdown. Now you might see things a little differently, and that’s okay. You are entitled by the power of above to have some form of freedom of expression. You can express your dislike for me. Or perhaps you can a different road all together. But I must warn you, that might not be a good idea.

The respect game sometimes rubs people the wrong way. I remember back to my match with Kraven Blake. He was one of my first challenges, and being the nice guy that I am, I offered respect. I figured that he was a genuine guy. He had been in the business for almost seven years and had probably heard every little insult. I wanted to catch him off guard, and respect the guy for a change. But that was thrown in my face. He had taken great offence to the respect. I should have known better then to respect a man who gets paid to take people out. The coward was hired by Rejected to do their dirty work. Why the fuck would I respect him? That is water under the bridge.

Now for you Riot, I bring something new to the table. My cards have been placed on the table. You can see for yourself, I have no tricks. My game plan is simple; win at all costs. I don’t care if I have to take you out. I need this win, I need to prove to myself that I still belong. The pressure will reign down on me, and I’ll be there to answer. If I don’t win this match, who knows what’s next for Darren Drake. I want to be here in SCW but I wanted to deserve it. See, it took years to get back here. It took many sleepless nights.. tossing and turning, wondering where my life went wrong. Dare I blame my ego? Dare I blame my inexperience? Sure, I can. But things can change, and each week passes with a new goal. I find a new purpose to go forward. Here in SCW, I can go forward.... but it starts with you Riot. It starts with, taking you on a journey. We won’t go far, but in the end, my hand will be raised in victory.

You too need this win, Riot. I’ve been watching, so I know your slowly slipping off the edge. Soon, you won’t have anything left. No purpose for fighting, you’ll search for that purpose in different fields, but ultimately never let go of your time in SCW. Hah, sounds like a familiar story. You see, Riot this match is big for the both of us. We will fight and claw our way from mediocrity, rise above it. The question is.... are you willing? For me, this match is everything. It determines my future inside SCW, win or lose... you have not seen the end of Darren Drake.

The time is now...

It’s now or never!


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But if ever I stray from the path I follow
Take me down to the English Channel
Throw me in where the water is shallow
And then drag me on back to shore!

'Cos love is free and life is cheap
As long as I've got me a place to sleep
Clothes on my back and some food to eat
I can't ask for anything more
---frank turner ‘11

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