Post by Gavin Drake on Feb 26, 2024 19:55:59 GMT -5
‘The Glucks seem to have forgotten someone in their little tirade while they remind us all how relevant they are because they happen to have once been the henchmen of Crane.’
A voice growled, and then the camera drew back to reveal Gavin Drake sitting in the darkened locker room. He leaned forward, slowly taping up his wrists and hands as he frowned. Then he shrugged, and flexed his hand a few times before he started to work on the other one.
‘I am glad you find the name of Slam’s finisher so amusing. Maybe it will comfort you when I send both of you back to the mud you’re so fond of. Because you two hillbillies have made a grave mistake, and that mistake? Is overlooking the Blood of Kings, is overlooking the Empty hand, is overlooking the Son of the Conqueror.’
Drake flung the tape aside, and he flexed his other hand before he rose. He stalked back and forth, a hand lifting to rake through his hair before he pointed with a snarl.
‘I am have won tag team gold before, yeah? But here are you two taking the piss making your little jokes. I was trained by one of the deadliest men in wrestling, I have been to bloody war, and I have survived the meanest streets of Britain! Spike Kane himself blessed me with his future, yeah?
And what do I get from the Brothers Gluck? Jokes about a finisher. Are you serious, lads?’
Drake scowled, and he tugged at his beard before he continued.
‘My partner is a third generation wrestler! My partner’s father was a champion, his grandfather was a champion, and yet you two swagger around here like you’re the best thing from the bloody American South of all places because one of you choked out Nic Cage? Nic bloody Cage? He’s half your bloody size!’
Drake grabbed the camera, leaning closer as he snarled.
‘I am going to hurt the pair of you do you get that? I am not bloody coming here for fun and games, lads. I am going to hurt you, I want the entire WUK to realize that they are on borrowed fucking time! The Empire is coming, and we are taking everything! EVERYTHING! And that starts with the WUK Tag Team Titles!
So if you think you are going to stand in our way because you beat those bloody wankers in the High Roller’s Club and Old Man Draven? No! No! No! This is the Empty Hand’s time! Slam and I? We are going to hurt you.
We are going to fucking destroy you in Belfast!’
He shoved the camera away, and he stalked back and forth. He flung aside a chair, and it hit the wall before bouncing off to skid across the floor. And he snarled, tugging at his beard as he lifted his hand once more.
‘I am going to take the future that is owed me from the WUK! I am going to take all the things that were denied me from the WUK! And if you two think you are going to stand in my way with your Gluckplex this, and your bloody Gluckplex this, and your ‘we’re from the country so we’re better’ bullshit?
No.
This is the Empire’s time, lads! And you? You’re taking the piss.’
He let his hand fall, and his eyes narrowed again.
‘So what the Blood of Kings wants you to do is clean off that mud, take off your silly clothes, and get ready for the fight of your life in Belfast! Because you’re not dealing with the High Rollers now, you’re not dealing with guys who identify wa winners now! Not dealing with some lizard mask wearing mark, and his retired buddy!
You are not even dealing with my two idiot former brothers! Because let’s be honest, Mormo and Moloch have half a brain between them!
You are dealing with the unrecognized legend! You are dealing with the Son of the Conqueror, yeah? The bloody Empty Hand! You are dealing with a third generation superstar, a man with the Blood of Champions in his veins! You are dealing with the Empire now!
Spike Kane blessed us with his future, and that future? Lads.’
He paused, and shoved the camera away as he growled.
‘It runs through you.’
A voice growled, and then the camera drew back to reveal Gavin Drake sitting in the darkened locker room. He leaned forward, slowly taping up his wrists and hands as he frowned. Then he shrugged, and flexed his hand a few times before he started to work on the other one.
‘I am glad you find the name of Slam’s finisher so amusing. Maybe it will comfort you when I send both of you back to the mud you’re so fond of. Because you two hillbillies have made a grave mistake, and that mistake? Is overlooking the Blood of Kings, is overlooking the Empty hand, is overlooking the Son of the Conqueror.’
Drake flung the tape aside, and he flexed his other hand before he rose. He stalked back and forth, a hand lifting to rake through his hair before he pointed with a snarl.
‘I am have won tag team gold before, yeah? But here are you two taking the piss making your little jokes. I was trained by one of the deadliest men in wrestling, I have been to bloody war, and I have survived the meanest streets of Britain! Spike Kane himself blessed me with his future, yeah?
And what do I get from the Brothers Gluck? Jokes about a finisher. Are you serious, lads?’
Drake scowled, and he tugged at his beard before he continued.
‘My partner is a third generation wrestler! My partner’s father was a champion, his grandfather was a champion, and yet you two swagger around here like you’re the best thing from the bloody American South of all places because one of you choked out Nic Cage? Nic bloody Cage? He’s half your bloody size!’
Drake grabbed the camera, leaning closer as he snarled.
‘I am going to hurt the pair of you do you get that? I am not bloody coming here for fun and games, lads. I am going to hurt you, I want the entire WUK to realize that they are on borrowed fucking time! The Empire is coming, and we are taking everything! EVERYTHING! And that starts with the WUK Tag Team Titles!
So if you think you are going to stand in our way because you beat those bloody wankers in the High Roller’s Club and Old Man Draven? No! No! No! This is the Empty Hand’s time! Slam and I? We are going to hurt you.
We are going to fucking destroy you in Belfast!’
He shoved the camera away, and he stalked back and forth. He flung aside a chair, and it hit the wall before bouncing off to skid across the floor. And he snarled, tugging at his beard as he lifted his hand once more.
‘I am going to take the future that is owed me from the WUK! I am going to take all the things that were denied me from the WUK! And if you two think you are going to stand in my way with your Gluckplex this, and your bloody Gluckplex this, and your ‘we’re from the country so we’re better’ bullshit?
No.
This is the Empire’s time, lads! And you? You’re taking the piss.’
He let his hand fall, and his eyes narrowed again.
‘So what the Blood of Kings wants you to do is clean off that mud, take off your silly clothes, and get ready for the fight of your life in Belfast! Because you’re not dealing with the High Rollers now, you’re not dealing with guys who identify wa winners now! Not dealing with some lizard mask wearing mark, and his retired buddy!
You are not even dealing with my two idiot former brothers! Because let’s be honest, Mormo and Moloch have half a brain between them!
You are dealing with the unrecognized legend! You are dealing with the Son of the Conqueror, yeah? The bloody Empty Hand! You are dealing with a third generation superstar, a man with the Blood of Champions in his veins! You are dealing with the Empire now!
Spike Kane blessed us with his future, and that future? Lads.’
He paused, and shoved the camera away as he growled.
‘It runs through you.’
