Post by Gavin Drake on Apr 18, 2022 19:57:04 GMT -5
'This is LUIS DE LEÓN and I am back stage with the self-proclaimed Blood of Kings, Gavin Drake. Mister Drake, what do you have on your mind going into Adrenaline Two?' Luis flashed a smile, and Drake arched a brow as he lowered the beer in his hand, he nodded as he listened. Then he lifted a hand, pushing back his hair before he smoothed his beard.
'May 1st on Adrenaline, the Butcher King of Donzig-gun comes home to IPW! And you see?' Gavin Drake smirked, draining the bottle of beer before he tossed it aside. It shattered against the wall with a spray of brown glass, and his hand lifted to wipe across his mouth. Luis flinched backwards, but the Blood of Kingsignored him. Then he continued, glaring at the camera, as he moved his hand from side to side with a sneer. 'Savannah Adams? Joe Nobody? I don't give a fuck, I don't even care who the IPW lines up in front of me! Because I will knock them the fuck down! I am not here to play games with these people, I am here to wreck them! I am here to lay fucking waste to anyone who thinks for two seconds that IPW isn't going to be run by Donzig-gun, do you get that?'
'So you are no worried about how you will be received by the crowd here in the United Kingdom? Or how the fans or the roster might view your allegiance to Donzig-gun?'
'Listen, Luis I am from the United Kingdom, yeah? I made my name in the UK, and these fans? They should consider themselves lucky I came back here to give them a show! Because as memory serves? Every chance they get a chance? They turn their back on me.' Gavin smirked, shaking his head before he gave a snort of laughter. 'You know for a long time I tried to please the fans, the owners? I tried to deny what I really am, what I really am. And that is a butcher, that is a monster, and I am going to show IPW exactly what they are dealing with at Adrenaline, because I am not coming to win a match, I am not coming to compete! I am coming to lay waste, to conquer, and so I don't care who is inside of that ring? The Blood of Kings, yeah? That is who is walking out of that fight in one piece!'
Drake paused, and he shook his head before he grunted. 'As for my allegiance to Donzig-gun? That is my business isn't it? If Long didn't want Donzig's eyes on his company? I wouldn't be here would I? But you see he wanted the best, he wanted the best that the XHF has to offer! And that is in fact, and this is fucking key, mate! Donzig-gun! So everone can cry and piss and moan all they want! But the fact is? I am better than, yeah?'
Drake scowled, his hand balling into a fist as his eyes narrowed on LUIS DE LEÓN. 'You see I have something to prove to the XHF and that is that I am better than, right? That I am the future of this place, and of Donzig-gun! And so if I have to take Savannah Andrews and drive her head through the goddamned announce table with a Second Impact! If I have to hit Joe Nobody with the Reignmaker, and break him in half? That is what I am going to do, because you see? No one in the IPW is going to stop me, no one can stop me! I am the fucking Blood of Kings, yeah? The Butcher, yeah? And the only thing I care about is?'
Drake shrugged his broad shoulders, and glared around the room before he answered. 'Destruction.'
'So you aren't worried about your opponents? Joe Nobody?'
'What did I just bloody tell you, mate? I don't care about Joe Nobody. I know Joe Nobody likes his matches to be perfect, I know he likes to act like he is the master of technical perfection. Well, how bloody perfect do you think it is going to be mate when I get my hands on you? How perfect is it going to be after I bounce you from one side of this arena to the other, yeah? Joe Nobody!'
Drake made a face, smirking before he shook his head. And Luis nodded, before he lifted the mic with a shrug.
'And Savannah Adams?'
'Bloody hell, man. Are you thick? Is that it? I don't care about Savannah Andrews!' Drake growled, his eyes narrowed on Luis. Luis backed up a step, after all anyone who watched the XHF knew what that look meant from a member of Donzig-gun. Drake shrugged those broad shoulders, and he waved a hand before him as he continued. 'Listen I don't know alot about Savannah Andrews, but here is what I do know? I am going to show her what pain really is, I am going to beat her to a pulp if she thinks for a minute she can get in my way, yeah?'
'So do you think--'
'What I want the rest of this roster to sit back and watch, I want them to bear witness to what I am going to do at Adrenaline! I want them all to see exactly what they are facing if they think they can get in my bloody way! Because I am going to show no mercy, no pity, and I am going to bring such violence and destruction to IPW that thet will have no choice but to bend the knee!'
Drake shoved past Luis, walking off.
'May 1st on Adrenaline, the Butcher King of Donzig-gun comes home to IPW! And you see?' Gavin Drake smirked, draining the bottle of beer before he tossed it aside. It shattered against the wall with a spray of brown glass, and his hand lifted to wipe across his mouth. Luis flinched backwards, but the Blood of Kingsignored him. Then he continued, glaring at the camera, as he moved his hand from side to side with a sneer. 'Savannah Adams? Joe Nobody? I don't give a fuck, I don't even care who the IPW lines up in front of me! Because I will knock them the fuck down! I am not here to play games with these people, I am here to wreck them! I am here to lay fucking waste to anyone who thinks for two seconds that IPW isn't going to be run by Donzig-gun, do you get that?'
'So you are no worried about how you will be received by the crowd here in the United Kingdom? Or how the fans or the roster might view your allegiance to Donzig-gun?'
'Listen, Luis I am from the United Kingdom, yeah? I made my name in the UK, and these fans? They should consider themselves lucky I came back here to give them a show! Because as memory serves? Every chance they get a chance? They turn their back on me.' Gavin smirked, shaking his head before he gave a snort of laughter. 'You know for a long time I tried to please the fans, the owners? I tried to deny what I really am, what I really am. And that is a butcher, that is a monster, and I am going to show IPW exactly what they are dealing with at Adrenaline, because I am not coming to win a match, I am not coming to compete! I am coming to lay waste, to conquer, and so I don't care who is inside of that ring? The Blood of Kings, yeah? That is who is walking out of that fight in one piece!'
Drake paused, and he shook his head before he grunted. 'As for my allegiance to Donzig-gun? That is my business isn't it? If Long didn't want Donzig's eyes on his company? I wouldn't be here would I? But you see he wanted the best, he wanted the best that the XHF has to offer! And that is in fact, and this is fucking key, mate! Donzig-gun! So everone can cry and piss and moan all they want! But the fact is? I am better than, yeah?'
Drake scowled, his hand balling into a fist as his eyes narrowed on LUIS DE LEÓN. 'You see I have something to prove to the XHF and that is that I am better than, right? That I am the future of this place, and of Donzig-gun! And so if I have to take Savannah Andrews and drive her head through the goddamned announce table with a Second Impact! If I have to hit Joe Nobody with the Reignmaker, and break him in half? That is what I am going to do, because you see? No one in the IPW is going to stop me, no one can stop me! I am the fucking Blood of Kings, yeah? The Butcher, yeah? And the only thing I care about is?'
Drake shrugged his broad shoulders, and glared around the room before he answered. 'Destruction.'
'So you aren't worried about your opponents? Joe Nobody?'
'What did I just bloody tell you, mate? I don't care about Joe Nobody. I know Joe Nobody likes his matches to be perfect, I know he likes to act like he is the master of technical perfection. Well, how bloody perfect do you think it is going to be mate when I get my hands on you? How perfect is it going to be after I bounce you from one side of this arena to the other, yeah? Joe Nobody!'
Drake made a face, smirking before he shook his head. And Luis nodded, before he lifted the mic with a shrug.
'And Savannah Adams?'
'Bloody hell, man. Are you thick? Is that it? I don't care about Savannah Andrews!' Drake growled, his eyes narrowed on Luis. Luis backed up a step, after all anyone who watched the XHF knew what that look meant from a member of Donzig-gun. Drake shrugged those broad shoulders, and he waved a hand before him as he continued. 'Listen I don't know alot about Savannah Andrews, but here is what I do know? I am going to show her what pain really is, I am going to beat her to a pulp if she thinks for a minute she can get in my way, yeah?'
'So do you think--'
'What I want the rest of this roster to sit back and watch, I want them to bear witness to what I am going to do at Adrenaline! I want them all to see exactly what they are facing if they think they can get in my bloody way! Because I am going to show no mercy, no pity, and I am going to bring such violence and destruction to IPW that thet will have no choice but to bend the knee!'
Drake shoved past Luis, walking off.
