Post by Draka on Nov 8, 2009 19:10:36 GMT -5
***The camera fades in to reveal Draka, standing in front of a locker, placing his attire for the pay per view into the locker, jeans. boots, knee brace... he sets the duffel bag within afterward, shutting the locker as he stretches out slightly. He moves to sit on the bench, rolling his right shoulder a bit, looking to the camera. He shakes his head a bit before speaking...***
"Clea, Clea, Clea... What, exactly, is the malfunction deep within that shriveled up apricot you call a brain that causes you to be a rude, insultive twat.... when someone pays you a compliment? I admitted you overcame me on that one specific night to secure the Intercontinental championship title. Not many would actually do that... and you make me regret being magnanimous and polite to you. That is quite an achievement, Clea. I know what it must be.... simple, petty jealousy. Because... even though you beat me last Warzone for the IC title... ~I~ am the one that found myself in a world title match at the HCW's Fall Brawl. That must just... eat you up inside... knowing that after the nigh miraculous win against me for the IC title... the pinnacle of your career thus far... you still don't match up next to me... even though I've been in a terrible rut of late. If I were you... I'd probably be jealous too.... good thing I am above such things, huh? Yes...I thought so too. You'll likely come shreiking back at me.. ranting and raving like the sour twat everyone knows you to be. I could care less.. for I have a decent chance of becoming the World champion at the pay per view. How ya like dem apples, toots?"
"Galahad... Soon you and I will meet in the ring for what should be one hell of a match. A back and forth battle to determine the World champion... I intend to win this match, to show everyone I still have what it takes. I can promise you this, though. I will perform in this match on the level... no shortcuts, cheap shots, or any unsavory tactics of the sort. I feel I can trust you to do the same.... which would make this match clean, honorable and competitive. This is the kind of match I enjoy most... not having to worry about my opponent needing to stoop to cheat tactics to try winning... this match is a rarity these days. Most competitors seek out any and all cheap advantage to secure a win. I am above such things... If I'm placed in a match with less then standard rules, however... that's a different story. I'm no fool. So, to wrap things up Galahad... I look forward to meeting you on our chosen field of battle... to face another competitor of strong will and morals... for the ultimate prize in this company... the HCW World championship title belt. Our match is sure to not disappoint anyone."
***With that Draka shuts the lock on his locker, moving to stand... the camera focusing in on his face, his look determined and resolute... before the view slowly fades to black...***
"Clea, Clea, Clea... What, exactly, is the malfunction deep within that shriveled up apricot you call a brain that causes you to be a rude, insultive twat.... when someone pays you a compliment? I admitted you overcame me on that one specific night to secure the Intercontinental championship title. Not many would actually do that... and you make me regret being magnanimous and polite to you. That is quite an achievement, Clea. I know what it must be.... simple, petty jealousy. Because... even though you beat me last Warzone for the IC title... ~I~ am the one that found myself in a world title match at the HCW's Fall Brawl. That must just... eat you up inside... knowing that after the nigh miraculous win against me for the IC title... the pinnacle of your career thus far... you still don't match up next to me... even though I've been in a terrible rut of late. If I were you... I'd probably be jealous too.... good thing I am above such things, huh? Yes...I thought so too. You'll likely come shreiking back at me.. ranting and raving like the sour twat everyone knows you to be. I could care less.. for I have a decent chance of becoming the World champion at the pay per view. How ya like dem apples, toots?"
"Galahad... Soon you and I will meet in the ring for what should be one hell of a match. A back and forth battle to determine the World champion... I intend to win this match, to show everyone I still have what it takes. I can promise you this, though. I will perform in this match on the level... no shortcuts, cheap shots, or any unsavory tactics of the sort. I feel I can trust you to do the same.... which would make this match clean, honorable and competitive. This is the kind of match I enjoy most... not having to worry about my opponent needing to stoop to cheat tactics to try winning... this match is a rarity these days. Most competitors seek out any and all cheap advantage to secure a win. I am above such things... If I'm placed in a match with less then standard rules, however... that's a different story. I'm no fool. So, to wrap things up Galahad... I look forward to meeting you on our chosen field of battle... to face another competitor of strong will and morals... for the ultimate prize in this company... the HCW World championship title belt. Our match is sure to not disappoint anyone."
***With that Draka shuts the lock on his locker, moving to stand... the camera focusing in on his face, his look determined and resolute... before the view slowly fades to black...***