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| Darren Drake vs. Alex Desoubrais Jr. | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 11 2012, 08:13 PM (88 Views) | |
| Kassie Khane | Jan 11 2012, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
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SCW PRESENTS: Featuring: Darren Drake vs. Alex Desoubrais Jr. RP Limit: 1 RP each Deadline: Noon EST Tuesday January 17, 2012 ~~Good Luck Everyone!~~ |
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| Darren Drake | Jan 17 2012, 10:31 AM Post #2 |
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[align=right]Just wakin up in the morning And the beat well Quite honest with ya, I ain't really sleep well Ya ever feel like your train a thoughts been derailed? That's when you press on Half the population's just waitin to see me fail Yeah right, you're better off tryina freeze hell[/align] “Think warm thoughts!” It’s beautiful day outside, the warm sun feels nice against your cheek. You are on the beach; the waves begin to crash off in the distance. The sand is hot on your feet so you rush to your chair that is perfectly placed facing the water. The air is humid but that doesn’t bother you one bit. You reach out to the nearby table.... yes, beer! The ice cold easy drinking taste....... shit! You mind suddenly wanders, no longer are you on the beach enjoying the hot summer day. Now, you remain in a freezer. You are part of that stupid commercial where the mountains turn to beer, or something to that nature. The subzero temperature of, “the worlds most refreshing beer!” Fuck you Coors Light! My eyes snap open to reveal the truth. I remain in my frozen state inside an ice bath. That was what it came down to. I was sore all the time, and yet something pulled me back time and time again. I didn’t want to give up on SCW; I didn’t want to quit my dream. Still reality bites. I reach into the tub and remove a few ice cubes, holding them in the palm of my hand. “I’m so cold, this is nuts!” The bathroom door swings open and Andrew appears hold a beer. ASP: “You say something?” I roll my eyes before attempting to get out of the tub. Drake: “Yeah, I’m getting out..” Andrew places his hand out to prevent me from leaving the tub. He smirks and then takes another drink. ASP: “But you’re not done! You told me you wanted to become a better fighter; I am here to help you. You help me become Adrenaline champion, and I’ll help you get back on your feet. Remember our deal?” He was right. I needed a fresh start, and if it meant soaking my injuries in ice cold water, I’d do it. Andrew knew how to win, and somehow I figured he was my best choice for a partner. He knew about the wrestlers, the weaknesses; strengths you name it. I on the other hand knew the old school guys. We both feed off each other and for the most part we complimented nicely. Drake: “Fine! I just don’t get how sitting in ice is supposed to help me. Shouldn’t we be in the gym getting ready?” He shook his head. ASP: “No, not you. I need to be in the gym! I have a championship match coming up, and you have Alex Desoubrais. It’s different.” Drake: “You think?” He didn’t know Alex as well as I did. I practically started my career off with the kid. He had a knack for the business which was something he had got from his father. Andrew had faced CHBK a few times, he had almost had him figured out, but Alex was different. He was young, full of knowledge and experience. He had also learned a lot from Rachel Foxx who no stranger to the business. I was deep in thought about my upcoming match that I had completely forgot about my surroundings. The ice cubs from my hand were almost melted now. Andrew had taken a seat on the floor, leaning against the tub. He took another drink, almost flaunting it in my face. ASP: “So do you think we should talk strategy?” Finally he was listening. All I wanted to do was prepare for the match, not sit in a ice bath contemplating. Drake: “Yes! It’s been a while since I’ve been in the ring with Alex Desoubrais.” He chuckled a bit then began to stand. ASP: “Oh, nevermind that. I was thinking more about Ryan Watson. We gotta get ready for the title match. We’ll I gotta get ready, I’ll meet you at the gym in half hour." Ofcourse, I knew all along just what his game plan was. He didn’t want me focusing on Alex Jr. for his own pleasure. I mean what’s more important than him winning the Adrenaline championship. I felt a little foolish still lying in the ice. My skin was beginning to wrinkle and I was a cold as a mother fucker. I reached into the drawer for a towel. Drake: “Fuck!” There was not a towel left in the drawer. I desperately searched about the bathroom and came up with nothing. Surely there was a towel some place. I left the room and proceeded down the hall on my search. I look in cupboards, in drawers, everywhere, until finally I had found what looked to be a towel. Much to my surprise it was half a towel, the one you would use to dry your hands. I stood there for a moment shivering, looking about the room for something, anything to get me warm. Suddenly my phone began to buzz off in the distance. I rushed back into the bathroom to where I had left it. Opening the old flip phone, it flashed, “1 new message”. I clicked the voicemail and entered my password. “You have 1 unheard message” I repeatedly clicked some numbers, still unsure about today’s technology. Finally, I got some success. “Hey Darren, its Andrew... something came up. I won’t be able to meet you at the gym. I’ll tell you later. Remember, just don’t worry about Alex. I’ve been kicking the kids ass for the past year. The key is, never give up. But if you get into trouble don’t hesitate to play dirty. Anyway I’ll see you at the hotel; you’re going to be in my corner on Sunday! The title is practically waiting for me. Have a good fight, oh and I forgot to mention the maid is washing all the towels, there’s a blanket in the guestroom at the end of the bed. I gotta go, talk to you soon.” With that the message ended. I didn’t understand how something had just come up. He was always busy. He seemed to have the life of a rockstar, I had felt almost jealous. I mean, this could have been me. The fancy cars, the giant house... the maid. Andrew had life made, and now I come into the picture. I was nothing like him. We didn’t have the same lifestyle; we almost had nothing in common besides wrestling. Still a feeling of jealousy came over me as I made my way down the hall towards the spare bedroom. Folded up neatly at the end of the bed was the spare blanket he was referring to. I picked up the orange Cleveland Browns blanket and wrapped it around my shivering body. I peered around the room at all the nice stuff. The bed was made, the floor was spotless and not a thing was out of place. This was the most organized room I had ever seen. It wasn’t the first thing that caught my eye however, but hanging about the room were pictures of wrestlers past and present. I had spotted Andrew in a couple of them but the rest were like a montage. Perhaps some of his favourite wrestlers lined the wall. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions but when somebody keeps a picture of Jay Gold in there guest room, one has to be curious. Besides the pictures, something else had caught my eye, it wasn’t a picture but it sure looked important. I stared at the “Supreme Championship Wrestling” logo at the top of the page; sure enough this was a contract. Laminated, tucked tightly away in a frame. I scrolled down the page until I saw dollar signs, my mouth had almost dropped to the floor, and I had to turn away. He was getting paid, and when I say paid, I mean... PAID $$$$. A signing bonus, a championship bonus, combined win bonus. Again I turned away. This was wrong, I didn’t want to look at the man’s contract but he was so well off. He had everything I would have ever dreamed of. But there was something wrong with this picture, things were missing. He didn’t have the nagging wife, he didn’t have the screaming 2 year old. Andrew had it made. That was all I could think of as I made my way out of the room. The blanket remained wrapped around my shoulders. I headed back for the bathroom and my clothes. I paused a moment staring back into the mirror. I was old; I could also be washed up without even the slightest clue. I couldn’t help but think of the situation. I was like CHBK, living out a fantasy dream hoping to reclaim something missing. Andrew was like Alex Jr, young, full of promise and potential. The realization was kicking in stronger than ever. Why was I here with Andrew? How did we get paired up as a team? I had thought back to that night, him running around frantic backstage and me with nothing better to do. I was in the right place at the right time, but was I? In a few years people wouldn’t even remember our little run. We weren’t even a legit tag team. All about “I” give the rest of the vowels back, sure rang true in this case. I began to do up the buttons on my shirt one by one. I had some trouble with the bottom two, but that was expected. I put my pants on, one leg at a time. I was ready, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Perhaps I needed some training of my own. Andrew was far too busy for us, and the team. He had a championship match coming up so I couldn’t ready blame him. I wanted a few more pointers on Alex Jr before Breakdown, but Andrew was little help. I was on my own for this one. The doubt began to settle in as it always seemed to do, the night before the show. --- [align=right]Give em hell, turn their heads Gonna live life til we're dead. Give me scars, give me pain Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter Here comes a fighter That's what they'll say to me, say to me Say to me, this one's a fighter[/align] I had held the ticket in my hand for several minutes without realizing. Atlanta Georgia, January 22, 2012. I wasn’t part of the show, but there was no way I was going to miss this. Andrew had promised a win, we also had a little bet going. I hated to bet against my own partner, but Ryan Watson was the champion. He had been the Adrenaline champion for a while now, and you could tell he was getting used to the lifestyle. He enjoyed being a champion, and once someone gets a little taste, it’s like crack. It’s hard to part with, almost hard to live without. I put the ticket away in my luggage. I had one more stop before Body, Heart and Soul. Breakdown was approaching fast and I wasn’t as prepared as I should have been. I didn’t count out Alex Desoubrais but after the message from Andrew, he wanted me to. If it were up to him he would have had me throw the match. He would have me working on his technique for Watson. I had the experience he needed; I had worked with tones of stars dating back to my manager days. This was different now. I had felt reenergized, like I had a purpose in the SCW. It was all about Andrew and getting him what he wanted, but it was also about what I wanted. It wasn’t even about the gold or the money, although they’d be nice. It was about proving week after week that could still hang with the best of them. Alex was not the best of them, but he was an opponent afterall. “I live for this, I hope you realize that. I spent the majority of my life fighting; fighting for what I believed in. I believed in myself most of all. Even through all the tough times, the countless injuries and those doubts in my head. I always wanted to be something bigger than what I was, but now that I am older, I find peace in just being myself. I don’t need the money or the power. Unlike certain people, I don’t have wrestling in my genes. It’s a consent battle just to stay true to myself and not let greed and power get the best of me.” I sit back in my seat, still unsure of the point I’m trying to get across. “What I am trying to say is...” My mind blanks, what was I trying to say after all? That you didn’t need money and power to be successful.. or that with a good head on your shoulders you can stay or keep or.. I’m not even sure. “Alex, at breakdown we come face to face for the first time in years. I remember you starting out in this company and your dad trying to keep you grounded. He was looking out for you, hoping you wouldn’t fall in with the wrong crowd. Did he do a good job? Are you truly happy in the place your at? I have to wonder if you’d change anything, maybe tell Rachel Foxx to find another puppet for her freak show. Maybe it would have been different had you sided with Justin Davis months ago, you might even have learned a thing or two about yourself. I’ll take nothing away from the Suicide Queen but does she really have your best interests at heart? You’ll have to think about that. I know you are going to come back and say, look in the mirror bitch. Andrew is different, he cares about my career, but being the stronger fighter, we look to maintain his success before mine. It’s what’s best for the team. But is Rachel Foxx best for you? I remember her sister well, Julie was a tyrant. Her sweet innocent figure wasn’t something to toy with. She’d fuck you over if it could better her career. All friendships aside, she’d do anything for power. She didn’t last long but I see the same fire in Rachel’s eyes. She looks good on the outside, but inside shes evil. In time my friend, you’ll see it. Good things don’t play on forever.” I thought of Julie Foxx, she was something else. I was just starting out my career when she was in her final year. She had been my friend during the majority of the year. Greed took over and she stole the 24/7 championship right out of my hands. I was bitter but time heals all as they say. “You don’t have to listen to me Alex, and you probably won’t. I look back at all the times your father warned you about people. He was looking out for you, but like stubborn ass you are, you didn’t listen. It’ll bite you in the ass soon enough. For now, you must deal with me. My success record isn’t much to brag about but I refuse to give up. Success is hard to come by in the land of supreme, but once you taste it, you want more. It’s like a win for me, I’d do anything to get back on winning side. There have been many challenges since my return at Taking Hold of the Flame, and I’ve managed to stand my ground. This week I plan to get back to winning side. Alex, you are the next test for me. I’ve watched you for you, keeping a close eye like your father. You pushed him away, and that was your mistake. CHBK is a good man and he might have made some poor choices, but he’s still your father. I can’t change how you feel about him but I can make you respect your elders. At Breakdown, you are going to get what’s been coming to you for a while now. You’ve had Rachel Foxx to bail you out of sticky situations. But at Breakdown you’ll b alone. I just hope you can handle yourself because it’s not going to be an easy road. The time is now. It’s now or never.” [align=right]That's what they'll say to me, say to me Say to me, this one's a fighter Gym Class Heroes The Fighter[/align] |
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