Post by Gavin Drake on May 9, 2022 19:28:37 GMT -5
'So let me get this right, yeah?' growled the voice of Gavin Drake from the darkness, and then he leaned into view in stark black and white. His eyes narrowed, and he scowled at the camera as he spoke. 'Gavin Drake, the Empty Hand of Donzig-gun, the Blood of Kings comes here to Infinite Pro Wrestling! And I get put in some bloody tag match with a clown as a partner.'
A pause, and he snorted.
'A scary clown at least, but still a bloody clown.'
He reached over, and he produced a flask which he quickly unscrewed to take a shot before he lowered it. A hand wiped across his mouth and he shook his head, then continued with a look of annoyance.
'And my opponents are? Well, frankly, I don't even care who they are. I should be on my way to glory, yeah? But since Joe Nobody couldn't stop himself for two seconds, for two seconds from getting his worthless arse bloody pinned could he? Well--' Drake lifts his hands, clapping mockingly with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed the flask again to take another hit. 'Congrats. Congrats to Savannah Andrews who stole a win from the Blood of Kings, just bloody congrats for taking from the Empty Hand! But here is the thing, mates.'
Drake took another drink, and he snorted again as he leaned forward. His head tilting as he shrugged those broad shoulders, and he lifted a hand to tap a finger against his temple. 'Your friend Gavin Drake, yeah? I know when a war is coming, I can tell when there is a storm brewing. And so you can sit here and let Andrews steal wins over Nodbodies, and you can tag me with a bloody clown, and you can watch as I sent Blaze Freya back to whatever gutter she crawled out of! But if there is a war coming?'
Gavin shrugged, and he spread his hands. 'I know a guy who loves war, yeah? You might in fact say that 'war' is the only thing he loves, and with him at my side? Well, we will rip IPW to pieces. We will gorge ourselves on it's carcass and walk out of here covered in it's blood! So you can take the piss on Gavin Drake all you want! You can play these games, yeah? You can book me in a match with clowns, or against clowns, or fuck it! Fuck it! Why not both, yeah? Just bloody do both! But the fact of the matter is?'
Gavin rose to his feet, and the steel chair he was sitting on was flung against the wall. And his hand with the flask gestured angrily before he took another drink, shaking his head before he wiped his free hand through his beard. 'The fact of the matter is? I will run through this place like a knife through butter, yeah? So Pate the Meme? Ypu better not fuck up, mate! You get that? Because if you lose this match for us? You and I? We will have a bloody problem! And believe me, you don't want a problem with me! And Blaze? You and your new little sidekick or whatever? You should get ready for a beating and bend the knee! Because the Empty Hand is going to break the both of you until the IPW managament gets exactly what I am saying!'
The flask was lifted again, and he sneered at the camera. 'See you soon.'
A pause, and he snorted.
'A scary clown at least, but still a bloody clown.'
He reached over, and he produced a flask which he quickly unscrewed to take a shot before he lowered it. A hand wiped across his mouth and he shook his head, then continued with a look of annoyance.
'And my opponents are? Well, frankly, I don't even care who they are. I should be on my way to glory, yeah? But since Joe Nobody couldn't stop himself for two seconds, for two seconds from getting his worthless arse bloody pinned could he? Well--' Drake lifts his hands, clapping mockingly with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed the flask again to take another hit. 'Congrats. Congrats to Savannah Andrews who stole a win from the Blood of Kings, just bloody congrats for taking from the Empty Hand! But here is the thing, mates.'
Drake took another drink, and he snorted again as he leaned forward. His head tilting as he shrugged those broad shoulders, and he lifted a hand to tap a finger against his temple. 'Your friend Gavin Drake, yeah? I know when a war is coming, I can tell when there is a storm brewing. And so you can sit here and let Andrews steal wins over Nodbodies, and you can tag me with a bloody clown, and you can watch as I sent Blaze Freya back to whatever gutter she crawled out of! But if there is a war coming?'
Gavin shrugged, and he spread his hands. 'I know a guy who loves war, yeah? You might in fact say that 'war' is the only thing he loves, and with him at my side? Well, we will rip IPW to pieces. We will gorge ourselves on it's carcass and walk out of here covered in it's blood! So you can take the piss on Gavin Drake all you want! You can play these games, yeah? You can book me in a match with clowns, or against clowns, or fuck it! Fuck it! Why not both, yeah? Just bloody do both! But the fact of the matter is?'
Gavin rose to his feet, and the steel chair he was sitting on was flung against the wall. And his hand with the flask gestured angrily before he took another drink, shaking his head before he wiped his free hand through his beard. 'The fact of the matter is? I will run through this place like a knife through butter, yeah? So Pate the Meme? Ypu better not fuck up, mate! You get that? Because if you lose this match for us? You and I? We will have a bloody problem! And believe me, you don't want a problem with me! And Blaze? You and your new little sidekick or whatever? You should get ready for a beating and bend the knee! Because the Empty Hand is going to break the both of you until the IPW managament gets exactly what I am saying!'
The flask was lifted again, and he sneered at the camera. 'See you soon.'
