Post by Draka on Oct 17, 2009 19:27:36 GMT -5
***The camera fades in the show Draka standing in the locker room at the HCW arena, putting his things into his locker. The last item set inside is his duffel bag, shutting the door he looks to the camera, leaning against the locker as he folds his arms over his chest. After a moment he begins to speak...***
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, thought I'd say a few things as we head into Chaos Bleeds. I'm psyched for this coming show... the revitalization of my endeavours here in the HCW. Hardcore match... myself and Apollo Kaytor... a brutal exercise in the making... An exercise where you will see me overwhelm Apollo... beat him even more senseless then he usually is.. and pin him for the win. I mean.. what more could you expect from a man who's promos.. when he bothers cutting any... boil down to, and I quote,'Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! Me am tough.. me am beat you! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh', end quote. I will take this opportunity to show the bosses I'm still worthy of bigger matches, worthwhile opponents. Apollo's impending brutalization is just the unfortunate step that must be taken to assure this."
"After this is accomplished, I hope to catch the notice of the powers that be... and get selected for the IC championship match that will cap off this card. If they do select me, I assure both you, and them, that they will see nothing less then my best effort, no matter whom I would end up facing. I do know.. Deas won't be one of them. Deas, regrettably, is stuck in his usual rut of claiming he's the best thing going, he should be handed titles... blah blah blah. Deas, you damned halfwit. You don't deserve being given the HCW world champion janitor title, let alone an actual title belt. Learn how to wrestle, and then try to ~earn~ a title shot... for a change."
"Now.. onto one notable potential opponent in this IC title match, one I wouldn't mind facing off against. Miss Sparkles herself... Clea. Looking to make a big debut in this company, huh? Couldn't have asked for a better situation.. lined up against some cracked out gutterwhore that has attached herself to Reeve's stupid ass. A chance, like myself, to showcase your abilities by completely decimating her... leaving her broken and twitching in the middle of the ring. Then, you wish to progress to the IC title match... and you even said you wouldn't mind facing me in this match. Very flattering, Clea... that you'd wish to face me. I say... bring it on. I would enjoy the chance to face off against you again... facing you one on one for a title belt. The chance to show you that unless you ambush me with a tire iron.. you simply don't have what it takes to overcome me. I am not, however, saying this because you are female. Don't even try saying anything to that effect.... This is simply a case of... you showing you can't handle me face to face... and a case of me being, simply, better then you. Should we end up facing one another... when the dust settles.. perhaps you will come to terms with this... perhaps you will set aside your petty, whiny attitude... and move on. Then again.. you ~are~ allied to Theogeny so... it will likely take an act of one of the non existant gods people pray to, to accomplish such a thing. But.. I can hold out hope..."
"To anyone else put into the IC match, should I be placed into it... be prepared for me... be prepared for a large, strong, determined individual with his sights firmly set on HCW gold after several potholes in the road to success... If you underestaimte me, you will come to regret it... For now ladies and gentlemen, have yourselves a good night and enjoy the show."
***With that Draka slowly pushes off the locker, stretching out a bit, offering a smile to the camera as it focuses in on him then slowly fades to black...***
"Hello ladies and gentlemen, thought I'd say a few things as we head into Chaos Bleeds. I'm psyched for this coming show... the revitalization of my endeavours here in the HCW. Hardcore match... myself and Apollo Kaytor... a brutal exercise in the making... An exercise where you will see me overwhelm Apollo... beat him even more senseless then he usually is.. and pin him for the win. I mean.. what more could you expect from a man who's promos.. when he bothers cutting any... boil down to, and I quote,'Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! Me am tough.. me am beat you! Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh', end quote. I will take this opportunity to show the bosses I'm still worthy of bigger matches, worthwhile opponents. Apollo's impending brutalization is just the unfortunate step that must be taken to assure this."
"After this is accomplished, I hope to catch the notice of the powers that be... and get selected for the IC championship match that will cap off this card. If they do select me, I assure both you, and them, that they will see nothing less then my best effort, no matter whom I would end up facing. I do know.. Deas won't be one of them. Deas, regrettably, is stuck in his usual rut of claiming he's the best thing going, he should be handed titles... blah blah blah. Deas, you damned halfwit. You don't deserve being given the HCW world champion janitor title, let alone an actual title belt. Learn how to wrestle, and then try to ~earn~ a title shot... for a change."
"Now.. onto one notable potential opponent in this IC title match, one I wouldn't mind facing off against. Miss Sparkles herself... Clea. Looking to make a big debut in this company, huh? Couldn't have asked for a better situation.. lined up against some cracked out gutterwhore that has attached herself to Reeve's stupid ass. A chance, like myself, to showcase your abilities by completely decimating her... leaving her broken and twitching in the middle of the ring. Then, you wish to progress to the IC title match... and you even said you wouldn't mind facing me in this match. Very flattering, Clea... that you'd wish to face me. I say... bring it on. I would enjoy the chance to face off against you again... facing you one on one for a title belt. The chance to show you that unless you ambush me with a tire iron.. you simply don't have what it takes to overcome me. I am not, however, saying this because you are female. Don't even try saying anything to that effect.... This is simply a case of... you showing you can't handle me face to face... and a case of me being, simply, better then you. Should we end up facing one another... when the dust settles.. perhaps you will come to terms with this... perhaps you will set aside your petty, whiny attitude... and move on. Then again.. you ~are~ allied to Theogeny so... it will likely take an act of one of the non existant gods people pray to, to accomplish such a thing. But.. I can hold out hope..."
"To anyone else put into the IC match, should I be placed into it... be prepared for me... be prepared for a large, strong, determined individual with his sights firmly set on HCW gold after several potholes in the road to success... If you underestaimte me, you will come to regret it... For now ladies and gentlemen, have yourselves a good night and enjoy the show."
***With that Draka slowly pushes off the locker, stretching out a bit, offering a smile to the camera as it focuses in on him then slowly fades to black...***