Post by featherman on Aug 30, 2022 6:37:17 GMT -5
The soulful bass-baritone voice of Barry White played out from the phone sitting in the sideboard in the bathroom. The disco classic, You're the First, the Last, My Everything had just begun playing out when Drake switched his shower off and stepped out into the bathroom.
The room was full of steam. The failing extraction fan was working twice as hard to remove what seemed to be half as much stream as it should have.
The mirror over the sink was cracked in the bottom right corner, was covered in condensation. Like everything in Drake and Isaac house it was old, unloved and in desperate need to renovation.
Drake covered his bottom half in a fresh towel, picked up the nearby hairbrush with his right hand and wiped the condensation off the mirror with his left. His huge hands managing to remove the vast majority in one swipe.
Drake stood for no more than five seconds as he tuned into the music. The monster stood infront of the mirror his hips moving side to side, his pectoral muscles tensing one at a time in time to the classic disco song.
“Nobody but you” Drake pointed at his reflection. “…….and me.” Drake pointed back at himself and continued to mouth the words, simultaneously breaking into dance.
Once the song had finally finished, Drake decided to get himself ready. He was going out tonight. The playlist had been his warm up music. He was going out on a date. Nice fancy restaurant. Nice girl too!
Drake liberally sprayed his aftershave. Ran a comb through his hair, it had started to grow back but was still too short to style it into anything meaningful before heading down the stairs.
Isaac : “Jesus I could smell you from a mile off.”
Isaac was sat on the couch. Watching TV and drinking a protein shake.
Drake : “Off out brother! Going on a date toooonight!”
Isaac : “Anywhere nice?”
Drake : “I’m going to the new one down town.”
Isaac : “Woah! Must be rolling in the money hub Drake.”
Drake : “I’m the man! Haha! Don’t wait up for me!”
Isaac : “I won’t these painkillers are kicking my ass!”
Drake : “oh I forgot! How’s the arm?”
Isaac: “Doc said another 2 weeks, nothing serious just need to rest it.”
Drake : “Damn!”
Isaac : “Yep I’ll miss Combat Evolved! I see you got a spot in the Battle Royal! Congrats man!”
Drakes face changed. The mood darkened. He hated discussing work with Isaac. He had been flying high, Drake still felt though that he was stuck in the mud. He had put in a good performance against the top Champion of Level Up but ultimately Duncan Shepherd overcame the giant. His chance was gone and he knew he had to start again.
Drake : “Looking forward to it! A big chance!”
Isaac : “You’ll smash it brother! It’s coming man, you’ve been in the gym loads lately!”
Drake nodded : “Well I’m off.”
Isaac turned back to watch the Tv and waved a hand. Drakes smile returned as he walked down the corridor, only for it to disappear as he opened the door.
A cloaked man stood at the front gates to the house. The car waiting behind him with the door open and another cloaked man stood by it.
“I have a date.” Drake exclaimed.
“I know man have A good night!” Isaac unaware replying.
The cloaked man gestured to the car. Drake hadn’t told Isaac he had seen David again. Despite David’s flaws Isaac still admired him and Drake thought it best to sort his personal stuff out before Isaac got involved. The last encounter between Drake and David didn’t last long. Shouting, screaming and anger dominated the meeting. David’s last words being they’ll speak again. Now was the time apparently.
Drake got into the car. The door closed and the engine roared to life.
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August 29th 2015
Ladies and gentlemen! We hope you’re having a grrrrreeeeat night!
And now ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for the main event of the evening!
The crowd erupted as the music for the tag champions the Double Dragon hit. They were firm fan favourites. A high energy style of wrestling they had been champions for around 6 months and were really on a roll winning match after match after match.
Their gimmick relied heavily upon the nostalgia of the 80s. Rooted firmly in the hugely popular video game of the same name.
Bill and Jim would often run to ring, it was their way of building the excitement for the upcoming match. It was their variation of the classic entrance the Ultimate Warrior had made famous all those years ago.
Waiting inside the ring already, a young but very eager giant and his much older but nonetheless dangerous tag team partner. The former World champion David Wilcox.
“The following contest is a non title exhibition match with a thirty minute time limit. Making their way to the ring with a combined weigh of 509lbs. The current tag team champions……Double Dragoooooooooon!”
“And their opponents, Former World champion David Wilcox and his son Drake!”
Drake took a step forward. The Double Dragon slid under the ring. Bill was the first on the receiving end as Drake slammed his foot into the bulky wrestlers face. Jim immediately ran at Drake, who spent no time in tossing his opponent over the top rope.
David stood. Then looked down at his opponent, before looking up at Drake nodding. David pinned his opponent
One
Two
Three
The champions had been squashed. The fans stood in awe. Drake raised his arm to acknowledge the win before walking to the back with his father.
———————————————————————
The car slowed down and turned right into a long driveway. The path was strewn with old acer trees, their naturally pointed red leaves providing a eerie and dark quality to the house.
Drake wasn’t familiar with this home. It was large and very well kept. As the car went up the drive they passed a small group of workers. Despite it now being late evening their task of weeding the borders was not finished.
The car pulled up, Drake got out and began walking towards the front door. The gravel crushing under his feet. Drake hated the noise it made.
The door was opened for the monster as he approached. Drake stood at the doorway. He inspected the entrance, clean but dark before stepping inside.
The cloaked servant that opened the door brushed passed the monster. She walked down the corridor and stopped at a door about three quarters of the way down and beckoned him to enter.
Drake entered the room. Sat in the corner was his “Father”. Drake look of fists on quickly changed when he noticed Ds odd appearance. Today he looked old, weak. The menacing aura that always followed him had gone. Only to be replaced by the ravages of time.
Something else felt odd to Drake. The room was well lit. Despite it being early evening the window looking out to the back of the house allowed the last of the days natural light to flood into the room. The huge bay window looked out onto a massive garden. He had been so used to seeing his father in the darkness of an arena or the dungeon that he could barely recall seeing him like this.
David was sat in the corner. Angled perfectly to see both the door to the room and the bay window to his right. He was clean shaven, his hair damp and slicked back, an old tartan blanket covering his lap. Beside him was what looked like the remains of his latest meal.
“Come, sit my boy” David barely gave Drake a chance to speak as he entered the room.
Drake duly obliged and sat on the corner of the sofa to the left of the door.
“Wh…..why am I here?” Drake spoke but looked directly at the floor infront of him
“It’s wonderful to see you today Drake. Thank you for coming.”
“I had no choice. Your goons were waiting for me.” Drake snapped back.
“Haha regardless, you’re here now that’s good!” David leaned over and picked up the teapot poured himself a cup. He held it up to Drake, who duly raised a hand and shook his head. David shrugged and picked up the mug.
“I’ve been watching you Drake. On TV. Your wrestling ability has stalled. You’re falling behind.”
Drakes head rose to meet the gaze of his father. “I’ve had issues.” He replied
David “regardless….”
Drake “Regardless nothing! It’s down to you! Your lies!”
David : “I am your father Drake. I trained you better than this. Remember your days in the dungeon.”
Drake “You’re not my father!”
David raised his voice his menace returning in that moment : “I raised YOU! You’re MY son!”
Drake stood up.
David : “Sit back down”
Drake looked at him and decided to sit back down.
David : “I have a friend…well an acquaintance, he wants to work with you.”
Drake : “I don’t need your help.”
David : “Without realising it son. You need more help than ever.”
David picked up a small card from the table next to him and offered it over to Drake. Drake hesitated for a moment and took it. The corners were frayed and there were various marks and scuffs on it. It had clearly been in David’s possession for a long time
Drake looked at the front “The champions advantage performance centre?” He read aloud.
David : “An old colleague.”
Drake snapped up to his feet, anger erupting : “Argh another one of your stupid friends from your wrestling days! Forget it!”
David : “DRAKE!”
Drake : “NO!”
David slightly older than before: “DRAKE!”
The monster stopped for second and looked down at his father.
David : “I accept my way want the best. It was…..a difficult time. My motives were my own”
Drake : “You ruined our lives. Me and James.”
David : “Your brother has always been different. I merely encouraged his inner evil Drake.”
Drake : “He’s not my brother.”
David : “Nonsense. My ways were unconventional but they got you to where you needed to be. In a company winning matches. When you abandoned me you were riding high and now you’re just low card cannon fodder. You’re giving up. You’re a quitter.”
Drake : “like you then eh? You lost your title and managed to wrestle one more time In your whole life.”
David : “We won didn’t we.”
Drake : “I won. Doesn’t matter. You hog that glory. Pathetic old man.”
David : “Age catches us all Drake. Don’t let your youth end up as a what if? Go to that centre. Come back the monster you were meant to be.”
Drake looked again at the card.
“I’m leaving.” The monster began to walk out of the room.
David : “I will see you soon Drake. We are not over. Good luck at combat evolved.”
Drake nodded and lost all of the fight to argue back.
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Drake stood on the main road nearest his fathers house. His night was in ruins. He had dropped Faith, his date, a text in the hole that he could get another night out, he was over two hours late. The response was less than kind. He looked down at his phone….Ginas number was next on the list. A moment of madness passed over him. Did he dare? No he thought as he placed his phone back in his pocket and simultaneously pulled out the card his father had given him. Was this the answer? So much going on.
Drake decided to walk home as he pondered his next move.
The street was pitch black by the time he arrived home. He was vaguely aware of two figures somewhere to his right as he approached his front door. The lights were out, Isaac must have given up the ghost and gone to sleep.
He placed the key in the door and began to turn it.
“Drake….” A woman’s voice called out.
He monster turned to see two women stood at the end of the path.
Drake : “Yeah?”
The women stood there. It was too dark to make out who they were.
Drake, thin on patience called out again: “I said yeah? Look you want an autograph or something? Go away.”
The second lady called out : “Drake Wilcox? The wrestler from Level Up?”
Drake : “Yeah? Who’s asking? More importantly why? What do you want? It’s late I want to go to bed.”
The shorter of the two ladies stepped foreword slightly.
“Would you like to come and get a coffee?”
Drake : “not interested.”
“We’d really like to” the lady pressed “please?”
Drake : “why?”
“Because We’re your sisters…and it’s about time we had a talk.”
The room was full of steam. The failing extraction fan was working twice as hard to remove what seemed to be half as much stream as it should have.
The mirror over the sink was cracked in the bottom right corner, was covered in condensation. Like everything in Drake and Isaac house it was old, unloved and in desperate need to renovation.
Drake covered his bottom half in a fresh towel, picked up the nearby hairbrush with his right hand and wiped the condensation off the mirror with his left. His huge hands managing to remove the vast majority in one swipe.
Drake stood for no more than five seconds as he tuned into the music. The monster stood infront of the mirror his hips moving side to side, his pectoral muscles tensing one at a time in time to the classic disco song.
“Nobody but you” Drake pointed at his reflection. “…….and me.” Drake pointed back at himself and continued to mouth the words, simultaneously breaking into dance.
Once the song had finally finished, Drake decided to get himself ready. He was going out tonight. The playlist had been his warm up music. He was going out on a date. Nice fancy restaurant. Nice girl too!
Drake liberally sprayed his aftershave. Ran a comb through his hair, it had started to grow back but was still too short to style it into anything meaningful before heading down the stairs.
Isaac : “Jesus I could smell you from a mile off.”
Isaac was sat on the couch. Watching TV and drinking a protein shake.
Drake : “Off out brother! Going on a date toooonight!”
Isaac : “Anywhere nice?”
Drake : “I’m going to the new one down town.”
Isaac : “Woah! Must be rolling in the money hub Drake.”
Drake : “I’m the man! Haha! Don’t wait up for me!”
Isaac : “I won’t these painkillers are kicking my ass!”
Drake : “oh I forgot! How’s the arm?”
Isaac: “Doc said another 2 weeks, nothing serious just need to rest it.”
Drake : “Damn!”
Isaac : “Yep I’ll miss Combat Evolved! I see you got a spot in the Battle Royal! Congrats man!”
Drakes face changed. The mood darkened. He hated discussing work with Isaac. He had been flying high, Drake still felt though that he was stuck in the mud. He had put in a good performance against the top Champion of Level Up but ultimately Duncan Shepherd overcame the giant. His chance was gone and he knew he had to start again.
Drake : “Looking forward to it! A big chance!”
Isaac : “You’ll smash it brother! It’s coming man, you’ve been in the gym loads lately!”
Drake nodded : “Well I’m off.”
Isaac turned back to watch the Tv and waved a hand. Drakes smile returned as he walked down the corridor, only for it to disappear as he opened the door.
A cloaked man stood at the front gates to the house. The car waiting behind him with the door open and another cloaked man stood by it.
“I have a date.” Drake exclaimed.
“I know man have A good night!” Isaac unaware replying.
The cloaked man gestured to the car. Drake hadn’t told Isaac he had seen David again. Despite David’s flaws Isaac still admired him and Drake thought it best to sort his personal stuff out before Isaac got involved. The last encounter between Drake and David didn’t last long. Shouting, screaming and anger dominated the meeting. David’s last words being they’ll speak again. Now was the time apparently.
Drake got into the car. The door closed and the engine roared to life.
———————————————————————
August 29th 2015
Ladies and gentlemen! We hope you’re having a grrrrreeeeat night!
And now ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for the main event of the evening!
The crowd erupted as the music for the tag champions the Double Dragon hit. They were firm fan favourites. A high energy style of wrestling they had been champions for around 6 months and were really on a roll winning match after match after match.
Their gimmick relied heavily upon the nostalgia of the 80s. Rooted firmly in the hugely popular video game of the same name.
Bill and Jim would often run to ring, it was their way of building the excitement for the upcoming match. It was their variation of the classic entrance the Ultimate Warrior had made famous all those years ago.
Waiting inside the ring already, a young but very eager giant and his much older but nonetheless dangerous tag team partner. The former World champion David Wilcox.
“The following contest is a non title exhibition match with a thirty minute time limit. Making their way to the ring with a combined weigh of 509lbs. The current tag team champions……Double Dragoooooooooon!”
“And their opponents, Former World champion David Wilcox and his son Drake!”
Drake took a step forward. The Double Dragon slid under the ring. Bill was the first on the receiving end as Drake slammed his foot into the bulky wrestlers face. Jim immediately ran at Drake, who spent no time in tossing his opponent over the top rope.
David stood. Then looked down at his opponent, before looking up at Drake nodding. David pinned his opponent
One
Two
Three
The champions had been squashed. The fans stood in awe. Drake raised his arm to acknowledge the win before walking to the back with his father.
———————————————————————
The car slowed down and turned right into a long driveway. The path was strewn with old acer trees, their naturally pointed red leaves providing a eerie and dark quality to the house.
Drake wasn’t familiar with this home. It was large and very well kept. As the car went up the drive they passed a small group of workers. Despite it now being late evening their task of weeding the borders was not finished.
The car pulled up, Drake got out and began walking towards the front door. The gravel crushing under his feet. Drake hated the noise it made.
The door was opened for the monster as he approached. Drake stood at the doorway. He inspected the entrance, clean but dark before stepping inside.
The cloaked servant that opened the door brushed passed the monster. She walked down the corridor and stopped at a door about three quarters of the way down and beckoned him to enter.
Drake entered the room. Sat in the corner was his “Father”. Drake look of fists on quickly changed when he noticed Ds odd appearance. Today he looked old, weak. The menacing aura that always followed him had gone. Only to be replaced by the ravages of time.
Something else felt odd to Drake. The room was well lit. Despite it being early evening the window looking out to the back of the house allowed the last of the days natural light to flood into the room. The huge bay window looked out onto a massive garden. He had been so used to seeing his father in the darkness of an arena or the dungeon that he could barely recall seeing him like this.
David was sat in the corner. Angled perfectly to see both the door to the room and the bay window to his right. He was clean shaven, his hair damp and slicked back, an old tartan blanket covering his lap. Beside him was what looked like the remains of his latest meal.
“Come, sit my boy” David barely gave Drake a chance to speak as he entered the room.
Drake duly obliged and sat on the corner of the sofa to the left of the door.
“Wh…..why am I here?” Drake spoke but looked directly at the floor infront of him
“It’s wonderful to see you today Drake. Thank you for coming.”
“I had no choice. Your goons were waiting for me.” Drake snapped back.
“Haha regardless, you’re here now that’s good!” David leaned over and picked up the teapot poured himself a cup. He held it up to Drake, who duly raised a hand and shook his head. David shrugged and picked up the mug.
“I’ve been watching you Drake. On TV. Your wrestling ability has stalled. You’re falling behind.”
Drakes head rose to meet the gaze of his father. “I’ve had issues.” He replied
David “regardless….”
Drake “Regardless nothing! It’s down to you! Your lies!”
David : “I am your father Drake. I trained you better than this. Remember your days in the dungeon.”
Drake “You’re not my father!”
David raised his voice his menace returning in that moment : “I raised YOU! You’re MY son!”
Drake stood up.
David : “Sit back down”
Drake looked at him and decided to sit back down.
David : “I have a friend…well an acquaintance, he wants to work with you.”
Drake : “I don’t need your help.”
David : “Without realising it son. You need more help than ever.”
David picked up a small card from the table next to him and offered it over to Drake. Drake hesitated for a moment and took it. The corners were frayed and there were various marks and scuffs on it. It had clearly been in David’s possession for a long time
Drake looked at the front “The champions advantage performance centre?” He read aloud.
David : “An old colleague.”
Drake snapped up to his feet, anger erupting : “Argh another one of your stupid friends from your wrestling days! Forget it!”
David : “DRAKE!”
Drake : “NO!”
David slightly older than before: “DRAKE!”
The monster stopped for second and looked down at his father.
David : “I accept my way want the best. It was…..a difficult time. My motives were my own”
Drake : “You ruined our lives. Me and James.”
David : “Your brother has always been different. I merely encouraged his inner evil Drake.”
Drake : “He’s not my brother.”
David : “Nonsense. My ways were unconventional but they got you to where you needed to be. In a company winning matches. When you abandoned me you were riding high and now you’re just low card cannon fodder. You’re giving up. You’re a quitter.”
Drake : “like you then eh? You lost your title and managed to wrestle one more time In your whole life.”
David : “We won didn’t we.”
Drake : “I won. Doesn’t matter. You hog that glory. Pathetic old man.”
David : “Age catches us all Drake. Don’t let your youth end up as a what if? Go to that centre. Come back the monster you were meant to be.”
Drake looked again at the card.
“I’m leaving.” The monster began to walk out of the room.
David : “I will see you soon Drake. We are not over. Good luck at combat evolved.”
Drake nodded and lost all of the fight to argue back.
———————————————————————
Drake stood on the main road nearest his fathers house. His night was in ruins. He had dropped Faith, his date, a text in the hole that he could get another night out, he was over two hours late. The response was less than kind. He looked down at his phone….Ginas number was next on the list. A moment of madness passed over him. Did he dare? No he thought as he placed his phone back in his pocket and simultaneously pulled out the card his father had given him. Was this the answer? So much going on.
Drake decided to walk home as he pondered his next move.
The street was pitch black by the time he arrived home. He was vaguely aware of two figures somewhere to his right as he approached his front door. The lights were out, Isaac must have given up the ghost and gone to sleep.
He placed the key in the door and began to turn it.
“Drake….” A woman’s voice called out.
He monster turned to see two women stood at the end of the path.
Drake : “Yeah?”
The women stood there. It was too dark to make out who they were.
Drake, thin on patience called out again: “I said yeah? Look you want an autograph or something? Go away.”
The second lady called out : “Drake Wilcox? The wrestler from Level Up?”
Drake : “Yeah? Who’s asking? More importantly why? What do you want? It’s late I want to go to bed.”
The shorter of the two ladies stepped foreword slightly.
“Would you like to come and get a coffee?”
Drake : “not interested.”
“We’d really like to” the lady pressed “please?”
Drake : “why?”
“Because We’re your sisters…and it’s about time we had a talk.”
