Post by featherman on Aug 14, 2022 18:50:49 GMT -5
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Mr. Rad: Here are your winners by pinfall...Larry Tact, Drake Wilcox, and ISSAC...THE GAME CHANGERS!!!!
The obligatory in ring celebration of the Game changers victory was brief. Cut short by Vaughn sliding into the ring. Drake looked on for a moment. Sneered, dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring.
Drake stood and watched the action unfold in the ring. He revelled seeing the look of panic on Busters face. It was quickly followed up with the disappointment of Vaughn not taking this chance.
Drake could feel it happen. He didn’t try to stop it. The fire of jealousy had been lit by anger and rage. His shared moment of victory. His moment to stand and take the limelight, albeit briefly. Had been needlessly taken away.
Drake didn’t even try to hide his anger. His fists clenched. The entire 7ft plus frame tense. His face red and full of scorn. His eyes locked onto the ring. It wasn’t one individual he was focussed on. He didn’t care who was stood there, It was the whole situation. He wanted that and he would do anything to achieve it.
Drake couldn’t bare watching it anymore. Anger still raging inside him, He made his way towards the locker room. Ahead of him and also heading towards the back stage area was Tact and Isaac. The two comrades were busy talking. Drake couldn’t hear them but he guessed they were going through the key moments of the match. Isaac was busy gesturing with his hands. They had a reasonable head start on Drake, They had exited the ring from the other side. Drakes thoughts darkened again as walked on, They didn’t even wait for me. Drake looked back at the ring before heading back through the curtain.
As the door to the changing room opened there was a huge burst of cheering. Drake wasn’t prepared for the wave of energy and excitement that had hit him.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in and rolled his eyes. Great. He thought
A large entourage had assembled. High fives and pats on the sweaty backs were being dished out everywhere. Drake recognised many of them from previous events and parties the GC had attended in the past. They were all business associates of Mr. Tact, sponsors and fans.
The last time Drake had been in these peoples company he had gotten so blind drunk that he accidentally wrecked the party, whilst simultaneously signing both Isaac and himself up to a series of public comic con appearances. There wouldn’t be a repeat today though.
He made his way across the room, rejecting drinks and attempts at conversation with those in attendance. He had calmed down slightly, but the fire had been lit. Drake was determined now, more than ever, to break out as a star. Just like Isaac had, and even James before him. He knew it would take time. He was though finally back to winning ways, the bitter disappointment of defeat in the multiplayer tournament now buried deep and almost totally forgotten.
Drake picked up his bag. He placed a towel over his head and headed towards the shower room. Half way there he was stopped by a young man holding up a tray with bottles of opened beer on top.
“Refreshment sir?” The man asked holding the tray up a bit higher than normal to accommodate Drakes additional height.
Drake picked up a bottle with his right hand and immediately proceeded to empty it’s contents over the head of the man. Once empty Drake simply let go of the bottle. As the bottle crashed to the floor those in attendance went silent for a moment, all eyes on the young man dripping with beer and the towering monster looking down at him.
“Move.” Drake coldly and menacingly said.
The server took one giant step to his left. His feet crunching on some shattered glass.
Drake began to walk forward. It was on that instant he felt it. The intense burn of someone looking - no staring at you. It was different from those around him. Despite having upwards of thirty sets of eyes on him Drake scanned around trying to spot the one pair that gave him this awkward feeling.
He looked over to the right hand corner. There he was. The eyes were dark and focussed, like laser sights on a gun. Straight and true. The man was just sat there. It took a moment for Drake to register the Dark cloak he was wearing. Just staring at the giant. The man nodded. In that Drake nodded back and went into the shower.
Isaac occupied the shower cubicle next to Drake.
“You good bro?” Isaac said aloud.
“Fine.” Drake
“You Sure bro?” Isaac pushed
“I said I’m fine…..” Drake twisted the taps of the shower and walked out. The relationship between the two had been different since their hotel room brawl a few weeks back. They were still solid but now less dependent on each other. The closest thing Drake had experienced to it was when James had decided to lead the Faction in destroying his Father, David.
“You know you’re up against Shepherd at EXP30 brother.” Isaac continued
Drake took a deep breath : “Shepherd! Is this a JOKE! You’ve gotta be kidding me!?” Drake exclaimed.
“What?” Isaac replied.
Drake continued : “OH great! Facing The Final Boss Champion - The show before a PPV. You know what that means right?”
“A fantastic opportunity to beat the top guy in the company?” Isaac replied
“You idiot! NO! I’m his GOD DAMN TUNE UL MATCH! The easy opponent before his ppv show!” Drake ranted.
Isaac : “Don’t be ridiculous! The guy still has to beat you! And you could beat him!”
Drake : “I’m going to throw a spanner on the works. I’m going to stick my seven foot boot right up his ass!”
“He’s good Drake! Don’t underestimate him I know first hand!” Isaac continued
Drake : “Isaac. For as good as you are we both know I’m the bigger guy and I’m going to fold him in half like a piece of paper.”
Drake walked off to a more secluded area to get dried and changed. His thoughts switched away again from his upcoming match and back to the guy staring at him in the corner.
“Who was he?”
Drake put his foot up on a nearby bench and began tying up his laces. He swapped feet. Upon fishing he turned only to be faced by the hooded figure.
“Jesus!” Drake cried out.
The man just stood there smiling.
“Sneaking up on me like that won’t be good for your health!” Drake speaking through gritted teeth. “Who are you? What do you want?” Drake continued.
“H-H-H-He wants to see you.” The hooded man replied.
Drake clenched up.
“He? Who?” He replied.
“You know. Deep down.” The man responded.
Drake grabbed the man and hauled him off the floor.
“Who?”
The hooded man’s eyes opened wider.
“I will take you to him.”
“Then take me NOW.” Drake dropped the man.
The pair made their way through the various groups of people. Drake barging past Tact and a small group of sponsors.
“Hey!” One of the men shouted as his drink was knocked out of his hand. Drake didn’t stop to look. He was too focussed on the man on the cloak, who by this time was practically running.
“Who are we going to see? Is it James?” Drake shouted out.
The man in the cape picked up the pace again. He began to laugh, as if he had gone mad.
Both men arrived in the car park. It was near pitch black with some flickering lights offering the only tangible light.
“Where are we going?” Drake continued to question the man, Who just stood there laughing.
Drake went to grab the man again but he was interrupted by the arrival of a car. His headlights on full beam nearly blinding the giant.
The door flew open.
“Get in.” A voice from inside the car called out.
Drake obliged. Although tight he managed to get his huge frame into the passenger seat. He buckled himself in.
James. He thought. It’s about time.
The sudden sharp scratch Drake felt in his neck was quickly followed up by immediate drowsiness.
“What did y….” Drake couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Just a little remedy of my own making master Drake.” The hooded man sitting in the rear of the car replied.
Drake awoke sometime later. He was out of the car and laid on a couch.
“Wh-Where am I?” Drake croaked.
“I need a drink! What did you do to me? Where James? WHERE!”
Voice : “James isn’t here. I wanted to see you……son.”
Drakes eyes widened as his adopted father, David stepped into view.
“I’m here to help you son……”
Two...
Three!!!
Mr. Rad: Here are your winners by pinfall...Larry Tact, Drake Wilcox, and ISSAC...THE GAME CHANGERS!!!!
The obligatory in ring celebration of the Game changers victory was brief. Cut short by Vaughn sliding into the ring. Drake looked on for a moment. Sneered, dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring.
Drake stood and watched the action unfold in the ring. He revelled seeing the look of panic on Busters face. It was quickly followed up with the disappointment of Vaughn not taking this chance.
Drake could feel it happen. He didn’t try to stop it. The fire of jealousy had been lit by anger and rage. His shared moment of victory. His moment to stand and take the limelight, albeit briefly. Had been needlessly taken away.
Drake didn’t even try to hide his anger. His fists clenched. The entire 7ft plus frame tense. His face red and full of scorn. His eyes locked onto the ring. It wasn’t one individual he was focussed on. He didn’t care who was stood there, It was the whole situation. He wanted that and he would do anything to achieve it.
Drake couldn’t bare watching it anymore. Anger still raging inside him, He made his way towards the locker room. Ahead of him and also heading towards the back stage area was Tact and Isaac. The two comrades were busy talking. Drake couldn’t hear them but he guessed they were going through the key moments of the match. Isaac was busy gesturing with his hands. They had a reasonable head start on Drake, They had exited the ring from the other side. Drakes thoughts darkened again as walked on, They didn’t even wait for me. Drake looked back at the ring before heading back through the curtain.
As the door to the changing room opened there was a huge burst of cheering. Drake wasn’t prepared for the wave of energy and excitement that had hit him.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in and rolled his eyes. Great. He thought
A large entourage had assembled. High fives and pats on the sweaty backs were being dished out everywhere. Drake recognised many of them from previous events and parties the GC had attended in the past. They were all business associates of Mr. Tact, sponsors and fans.
The last time Drake had been in these peoples company he had gotten so blind drunk that he accidentally wrecked the party, whilst simultaneously signing both Isaac and himself up to a series of public comic con appearances. There wouldn’t be a repeat today though.
He made his way across the room, rejecting drinks and attempts at conversation with those in attendance. He had calmed down slightly, but the fire had been lit. Drake was determined now, more than ever, to break out as a star. Just like Isaac had, and even James before him. He knew it would take time. He was though finally back to winning ways, the bitter disappointment of defeat in the multiplayer tournament now buried deep and almost totally forgotten.
Drake picked up his bag. He placed a towel over his head and headed towards the shower room. Half way there he was stopped by a young man holding up a tray with bottles of opened beer on top.
“Refreshment sir?” The man asked holding the tray up a bit higher than normal to accommodate Drakes additional height.
Drake picked up a bottle with his right hand and immediately proceeded to empty it’s contents over the head of the man. Once empty Drake simply let go of the bottle. As the bottle crashed to the floor those in attendance went silent for a moment, all eyes on the young man dripping with beer and the towering monster looking down at him.
“Move.” Drake coldly and menacingly said.
The server took one giant step to his left. His feet crunching on some shattered glass.
Drake began to walk forward. It was on that instant he felt it. The intense burn of someone looking - no staring at you. It was different from those around him. Despite having upwards of thirty sets of eyes on him Drake scanned around trying to spot the one pair that gave him this awkward feeling.
He looked over to the right hand corner. There he was. The eyes were dark and focussed, like laser sights on a gun. Straight and true. The man was just sat there. It took a moment for Drake to register the Dark cloak he was wearing. Just staring at the giant. The man nodded. In that Drake nodded back and went into the shower.
Isaac occupied the shower cubicle next to Drake.
“You good bro?” Isaac said aloud.
“Fine.” Drake
“You Sure bro?” Isaac pushed
“I said I’m fine…..” Drake twisted the taps of the shower and walked out. The relationship between the two had been different since their hotel room brawl a few weeks back. They were still solid but now less dependent on each other. The closest thing Drake had experienced to it was when James had decided to lead the Faction in destroying his Father, David.
“You know you’re up against Shepherd at EXP30 brother.” Isaac continued
Drake took a deep breath : “Shepherd! Is this a JOKE! You’ve gotta be kidding me!?” Drake exclaimed.
“What?” Isaac replied.
Drake continued : “OH great! Facing The Final Boss Champion - The show before a PPV. You know what that means right?”
“A fantastic opportunity to beat the top guy in the company?” Isaac replied
“You idiot! NO! I’m his GOD DAMN TUNE UL MATCH! The easy opponent before his ppv show!” Drake ranted.
Isaac : “Don’t be ridiculous! The guy still has to beat you! And you could beat him!”
Drake : “I’m going to throw a spanner on the works. I’m going to stick my seven foot boot right up his ass!”
“He’s good Drake! Don’t underestimate him I know first hand!” Isaac continued
Drake : “Isaac. For as good as you are we both know I’m the bigger guy and I’m going to fold him in half like a piece of paper.”
Drake walked off to a more secluded area to get dried and changed. His thoughts switched away again from his upcoming match and back to the guy staring at him in the corner.
“Who was he?”
Drake put his foot up on a nearby bench and began tying up his laces. He swapped feet. Upon fishing he turned only to be faced by the hooded figure.
“Jesus!” Drake cried out.
The man just stood there smiling.
“Sneaking up on me like that won’t be good for your health!” Drake speaking through gritted teeth. “Who are you? What do you want?” Drake continued.
“H-H-H-He wants to see you.” The hooded man replied.
Drake clenched up.
“He? Who?” He replied.
“You know. Deep down.” The man responded.
Drake grabbed the man and hauled him off the floor.
“Who?”
The hooded man’s eyes opened wider.
“I will take you to him.”
“Then take me NOW.” Drake dropped the man.
The pair made their way through the various groups of people. Drake barging past Tact and a small group of sponsors.
“Hey!” One of the men shouted as his drink was knocked out of his hand. Drake didn’t stop to look. He was too focussed on the man on the cloak, who by this time was practically running.
“Who are we going to see? Is it James?” Drake shouted out.
The man in the cape picked up the pace again. He began to laugh, as if he had gone mad.
Both men arrived in the car park. It was near pitch black with some flickering lights offering the only tangible light.
“Where are we going?” Drake continued to question the man, Who just stood there laughing.
Drake went to grab the man again but he was interrupted by the arrival of a car. His headlights on full beam nearly blinding the giant.
The door flew open.
“Get in.” A voice from inside the car called out.
Drake obliged. Although tight he managed to get his huge frame into the passenger seat. He buckled himself in.
James. He thought. It’s about time.
The sudden sharp scratch Drake felt in his neck was quickly followed up by immediate drowsiness.
“What did y….” Drake couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Just a little remedy of my own making master Drake.” The hooded man sitting in the rear of the car replied.
Drake awoke sometime later. He was out of the car and laid on a couch.
“Wh-Where am I?” Drake croaked.
“I need a drink! What did you do to me? Where James? WHERE!”
Voice : “James isn’t here. I wanted to see you……son.”
Drakes eyes widened as his adopted father, David stepped into view.
“I’m here to help you son……”
