Post by Gavin Drake on Jan 26, 2023 22:17:53 GMT -5
‘Let me be clear, I don’t give a fuck about W:UK.’
Light flared overhead, casting long shadows across the room as Gavin Drake stared at the wall. In his hands were a bottle of amber colored liquid, and he stared at it before he continued with a shrug of broad shoulders as the light swung back and forth wildly. He leaned back, taking a long drink before he waved a hand as he continued.
‘I don’t give a fuck about HKW either for that matter.’
Nearby lurking in the shadows as always was the slender form of Emily Black, her dark eyes watching Drake as he stared at the camera. Her pretty face half hidden in shadow, and Drake waved the bottle as he continued.
‘You see I could care bloody less about whatever issues started this little conflict. And anyone who thinks otherwise is taking the piss. Because you see? Me? I am Gavin Drake, yeah? Blood of Kings! The Empty Hand! I am the strong Left Hand of the Scourge, and the only thing I care about is.’
Drake flashed a cruel smile as he leaned forward.
‘Destruction. Chaos. Violence. You see what everyone in either one of these companies needs to remember is that Donzig-gun? We are only loyal to one thing, and that is each other. So I am going to be more then bloody happy to take out my frustration on Team W:UK! Because you see, I look at Team W:UK, and what I see are enemies. Wentzel? The bloody farmboy? Oh, he thinks he is a hard ass now because Donzig took out his eye. He thinks he is a bad man because Armand is holding his leash? News for you, Jakie?’
Drake took a swig, and then turned again.
‘You still aren’t shit, mate. You going to thump your bible and say some scary shit to me? Is that what you think? Listen, save your energy. I have stood on the edges of the great Abyss, the voice of the Scourge whispers in my mind, I am not scared of you and your god. I am not scared of you, your pity party, or whatever the fuck it is your Von Krauss freakshow can dish out. What I am scared of? Is Nothing.’
Drake stared into the darkness as the light swayed, and he shrugged as he took another drink. Then he leaned forward again, elbows on his knees as he growled.
‘Adrienne Blaque. The Blaque Heart. No offense, sweetpea, but I don’t think much of the bloody French. And I look at you and I see Armand trying to impress Esmeralda with a stand in spooky girl, which is just riveting I promise you. Now I bet you’re all full of piss and vinegar because you managed to pin Donzig last month or some shit. But listen, yeah? We all know Donzig, and we all saw that match. He’s insane, sweetpea. He’s a man possessed in the ring, we all know that. You and Esmeralda managed to squeak one out on him when he was blood drunk. I notice you’ve been laying low since then.’
Drake smirked, gesturing with the bottle.
‘Good for you. That’s smart. You see the Reaper doesn’t bend to take out small weeds, yeah? Donzig is too proud to trouble himself with your pretty little hide. But you know what? I’m not. The Empty Hand will bend down and tear that weed right of the bloody ground, yeah? And I will throw you and Jakie into the fucking fire. You two? I am taking it personally, and I am sure your family can tell you something?’
Drake glared, and he took another drink before he rose to his feet. He started to pace, rolling his shoulders as the light continued to spin. He looked at Emily Black, who lifted her chin with a faint smile before he growled.
‘You don’t want people like us taking shit personally.’
Drake walked back and forth, shadows and light cast around the room as the light swayed. And Gavin Drake shrugged, motioning with the bottle.
‘Psychotic Goth. The Living Legend. SWAT Hall of Famer. One of the baddest Death Match wrestlers in the XHF! The Serpent. The Dragon of W:UK! You taking the piss, mate? You are the one bloody bastard on your piece of shit team worth taking out. And so far? All I have seen is you dumping goo on those two fuckboys of Crane’s, yeah? I bet you’re just bloody waiting to roar at me in ancient tongue, and wave some scary cosplay weapon at me, yeah? But here’s the thing, Goth.’
Drake glared.
‘I am going to break you in half. I am going to hit you with the fucking Spear. And then? Reignmaker. I am going to put an end to your little horror show thing you have going on. And if your scary little vampire gets in my way? I will fucking spear her too, Goth. The Empty Hand doesn’t give a fuck who it takes from.’
Another drink, and Drake started to stalk back and forth again. He swirled the booze in his bottle, and then took another swallow before he shrugs. His other hand moved to drag through his beard, and then he shook his head with a sneer of disdain.
‘And now we get to the last fucking bloody clowns in the car, yeah? Rage and Cage. You two fuckboys have the pleasure of being the two people on your team who are getting under my skin the most. You walk in here, you beat some local boys, and then you start talking shit like you have done something. But you see I have stood in the shadow of the Scourge a long time, and I have seen people like you two before.’
Drake frowned.
‘You’re not snakes. You’re fucking worms. Maggots, yeah? Just creeping along the edges, eating rotten flesh, stealing meat from your betters. And you crawl in here following that other piece of work Crane, and Blood sticks you on this team. Because? He thinks he can trust you? He thinks you’re trustworthy? You see it was Crane who brought this shit down on W:UK because he couldn’t handle his business with that bloody wanker, Fowler by himself! And so he had to call in HKW.’
Drake took another drink, and he pointed with the bottle in hand.
‘Fuck that. You two are in my way, and that means? Well, lads? I will happily put you both down. If your team mates don’t do it for me. I already know Goth doesn’t care for you, and I know the Von Krauss eat their own. So you two?’
A shrug, and Drake smirked as he walked back and forth again.
‘Now that brings me to Team HKW! Bloody hell, where do I start? Watts?’
A shrug.
‘Listen Watts, I don’t know if I can trust you or not. But I think you’re not as thick as people think, and I know AJ knows what will happen if you double cross me. So you and that scheming old man had better stay out of my way.’
Drake thought a moment, sniffing.
‘Tuxedo Mask. Yeah, you’re a funny little man in a tuxedo. Listen, I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t fuck up. I think we’ll get along just fine, but that brings me to the last two.’
Drake scowled, and he stared at the bottle before he flung it at the wall. Glass and booze sprayed across the room, and ran down the wall as he snarled. He stalked forward, and he grabbed the camera to jerk it closer.
‘Dan fucking Stein! Oh, you think you’re a bad ass, yeah? But I looked in your eyes, and you know what I saw? Another worm that can’t be trusted, you want me to think you’re loyal to HKW? That you’re not going to go out of your way to protect your boy Crane’s fuckboys? Is that it, Dan? Oh, no. No, no, no! And then you think I am going to trust your ass when you know that I came to HKW just to teach your buddy Marty a fucking lesson? I think for one second you’re showing your true colors, Stein?’
Drake laughed, and then he scowled as his hands slapped together.
‘Reignmaker! I will put you out, mate. And those tag belts? Keep them warm, you and Crane keep them warm. Because the Chosen are on the hunt for gold, and yours is as good as anyone bloody else’s.’
The big man glared at the camera, and his hand lifted to smooth his beard. And he spat before he looked back again.
‘Ruben. Bowman.’
A frown.
‘Listen, I know in Donzig-gun we say wins and losses don’t matter? But you know what does? Pride. And I remember your little bloody poems, yeah? I remember your funny limericks, and your amusing rhymes. And I don’t care for them one bit. So when I am finished with Team WUK? I better not see you, Bowman. I better not fucking see you.’
Drake stepped back, and his hand reaches up to smack the light that swung overhead. And then he stormed for the door, shaking his head with a glare. He ripped it open, and looked over at Emily with a snarl.
‘Let’s go, I need a drink.’
Light flared overhead, casting long shadows across the room as Gavin Drake stared at the wall. In his hands were a bottle of amber colored liquid, and he stared at it before he continued with a shrug of broad shoulders as the light swung back and forth wildly. He leaned back, taking a long drink before he waved a hand as he continued.
‘I don’t give a fuck about HKW either for that matter.’
Nearby lurking in the shadows as always was the slender form of Emily Black, her dark eyes watching Drake as he stared at the camera. Her pretty face half hidden in shadow, and Drake waved the bottle as he continued.
‘You see I could care bloody less about whatever issues started this little conflict. And anyone who thinks otherwise is taking the piss. Because you see? Me? I am Gavin Drake, yeah? Blood of Kings! The Empty Hand! I am the strong Left Hand of the Scourge, and the only thing I care about is.’
Drake flashed a cruel smile as he leaned forward.
‘Destruction. Chaos. Violence. You see what everyone in either one of these companies needs to remember is that Donzig-gun? We are only loyal to one thing, and that is each other. So I am going to be more then bloody happy to take out my frustration on Team W:UK! Because you see, I look at Team W:UK, and what I see are enemies. Wentzel? The bloody farmboy? Oh, he thinks he is a hard ass now because Donzig took out his eye. He thinks he is a bad man because Armand is holding his leash? News for you, Jakie?’
Drake took a swig, and then turned again.
‘You still aren’t shit, mate. You going to thump your bible and say some scary shit to me? Is that what you think? Listen, save your energy. I have stood on the edges of the great Abyss, the voice of the Scourge whispers in my mind, I am not scared of you and your god. I am not scared of you, your pity party, or whatever the fuck it is your Von Krauss freakshow can dish out. What I am scared of? Is Nothing.’
Drake stared into the darkness as the light swayed, and he shrugged as he took another drink. Then he leaned forward again, elbows on his knees as he growled.
‘Adrienne Blaque. The Blaque Heart. No offense, sweetpea, but I don’t think much of the bloody French. And I look at you and I see Armand trying to impress Esmeralda with a stand in spooky girl, which is just riveting I promise you. Now I bet you’re all full of piss and vinegar because you managed to pin Donzig last month or some shit. But listen, yeah? We all know Donzig, and we all saw that match. He’s insane, sweetpea. He’s a man possessed in the ring, we all know that. You and Esmeralda managed to squeak one out on him when he was blood drunk. I notice you’ve been laying low since then.’
Drake smirked, gesturing with the bottle.
‘Good for you. That’s smart. You see the Reaper doesn’t bend to take out small weeds, yeah? Donzig is too proud to trouble himself with your pretty little hide. But you know what? I’m not. The Empty Hand will bend down and tear that weed right of the bloody ground, yeah? And I will throw you and Jakie into the fucking fire. You two? I am taking it personally, and I am sure your family can tell you something?’
Drake glared, and he took another drink before he rose to his feet. He started to pace, rolling his shoulders as the light continued to spin. He looked at Emily Black, who lifted her chin with a faint smile before he growled.
‘You don’t want people like us taking shit personally.’
Drake walked back and forth, shadows and light cast around the room as the light swayed. And Gavin Drake shrugged, motioning with the bottle.
‘Psychotic Goth. The Living Legend. SWAT Hall of Famer. One of the baddest Death Match wrestlers in the XHF! The Serpent. The Dragon of W:UK! You taking the piss, mate? You are the one bloody bastard on your piece of shit team worth taking out. And so far? All I have seen is you dumping goo on those two fuckboys of Crane’s, yeah? I bet you’re just bloody waiting to roar at me in ancient tongue, and wave some scary cosplay weapon at me, yeah? But here’s the thing, Goth.’
Drake glared.
‘I am going to break you in half. I am going to hit you with the fucking Spear. And then? Reignmaker. I am going to put an end to your little horror show thing you have going on. And if your scary little vampire gets in my way? I will fucking spear her too, Goth. The Empty Hand doesn’t give a fuck who it takes from.’
Another drink, and Drake started to stalk back and forth again. He swirled the booze in his bottle, and then took another swallow before he shrugs. His other hand moved to drag through his beard, and then he shook his head with a sneer of disdain.
‘And now we get to the last fucking bloody clowns in the car, yeah? Rage and Cage. You two fuckboys have the pleasure of being the two people on your team who are getting under my skin the most. You walk in here, you beat some local boys, and then you start talking shit like you have done something. But you see I have stood in the shadow of the Scourge a long time, and I have seen people like you two before.’
Drake frowned.
‘You’re not snakes. You’re fucking worms. Maggots, yeah? Just creeping along the edges, eating rotten flesh, stealing meat from your betters. And you crawl in here following that other piece of work Crane, and Blood sticks you on this team. Because? He thinks he can trust you? He thinks you’re trustworthy? You see it was Crane who brought this shit down on W:UK because he couldn’t handle his business with that bloody wanker, Fowler by himself! And so he had to call in HKW.’
Drake took another drink, and he pointed with the bottle in hand.
‘Fuck that. You two are in my way, and that means? Well, lads? I will happily put you both down. If your team mates don’t do it for me. I already know Goth doesn’t care for you, and I know the Von Krauss eat their own. So you two?’
A shrug, and Drake smirked as he walked back and forth again.
‘Now that brings me to Team HKW! Bloody hell, where do I start? Watts?’
A shrug.
‘Listen Watts, I don’t know if I can trust you or not. But I think you’re not as thick as people think, and I know AJ knows what will happen if you double cross me. So you and that scheming old man had better stay out of my way.’
Drake thought a moment, sniffing.
‘Tuxedo Mask. Yeah, you’re a funny little man in a tuxedo. Listen, I don’t care what you do as long as you don’t fuck up. I think we’ll get along just fine, but that brings me to the last two.’
Drake scowled, and he stared at the bottle before he flung it at the wall. Glass and booze sprayed across the room, and ran down the wall as he snarled. He stalked forward, and he grabbed the camera to jerk it closer.
‘Dan fucking Stein! Oh, you think you’re a bad ass, yeah? But I looked in your eyes, and you know what I saw? Another worm that can’t be trusted, you want me to think you’re loyal to HKW? That you’re not going to go out of your way to protect your boy Crane’s fuckboys? Is that it, Dan? Oh, no. No, no, no! And then you think I am going to trust your ass when you know that I came to HKW just to teach your buddy Marty a fucking lesson? I think for one second you’re showing your true colors, Stein?’
Drake laughed, and then he scowled as his hands slapped together.
‘Reignmaker! I will put you out, mate. And those tag belts? Keep them warm, you and Crane keep them warm. Because the Chosen are on the hunt for gold, and yours is as good as anyone bloody else’s.’
The big man glared at the camera, and his hand lifted to smooth his beard. And he spat before he looked back again.
‘Ruben. Bowman.’
A frown.
‘Listen, I know in Donzig-gun we say wins and losses don’t matter? But you know what does? Pride. And I remember your little bloody poems, yeah? I remember your funny limericks, and your amusing rhymes. And I don’t care for them one bit. So when I am finished with Team WUK? I better not see you, Bowman. I better not fucking see you.’
Drake stepped back, and his hand reaches up to smack the light that swung overhead. And then he stormed for the door, shaking his head with a glare. He ripped it open, and looked over at Emily with a snarl.
‘Let’s go, I need a drink.’
