"A revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall." - Che Guevara
--PROMO BEGIN--
Ladies and gentlemen of the world....
It was almost two months ago when i stood in front of this camera, looked into the eyes of the millions of people who watch the words of the prodigy come to life and watch for the latest promo of the Punk, and told you all four of the greatest words in the English language.
I told you so.....
That time, that day was the day when i stood inside that ring and looked up at the Road to Glory sign, knowing that i was one step closer to winning that World Heavyweight championship. I stood in the centre of that Millennium Pro Wrestling ring with one person beside me, but still that unwavering desire to right the wrongs going on here and dominate this company like never before.
That day, was the day that i stood inside that ring and could call myself the only person in history to win the Army of One rumble, and one of the only two people who can brag about main-eventing Road to Glory, MPW's biggest PPV of the year.
Now, i stand before you united in one cause with four others, four brothers and sisters, all united and standing together against one evil, one goal, one ideal. United to bring about the revolution. Oh, and i also have this...
*Drake lifts his shiny new World Heavyweight title belt up onto his shoulder, still clad in his wrestling gear.
Now, now i can stand before you as the World Heavyweight champion, something that i plan to keep for a long, long time. And if you haven't already noticed, my plans always come together. Just look at the Goddess...
*Drake smirks as he looks across the room and somebody.
I told you that we would bring about the revolution here in Millennium Punk Wrestling. I told you that we would dominate this company, i told you that nobody would be able to stop us, and i told you that there was nobody who could stop me from winning this World title. I am the World Heavyweight champion for a reason.
I am the best.
I am the best in this company, i am the best in this business, and i am the best wrestler in this goddamn world. But you've all heard this before, me ranting about how this week i'm going to prove everybody right and blah blah blah.
The thing is, i couldn't care less if you turned off your screen right now and went and watched porn, the fact of the matter is it wouldn't make a difference to me, and it shouldn't make a difference to this company. But it does, the fans end up having the ultimate power in this business, and we're going to stop that, and if you insist on asking how i intend to prove my big talk, then look no further than this...
*Drake holds up his World Heavyweight championship belt and hoists it onto his shoulder, leaning back as he looks at it for a moment.
You see this? This is the pinnacle of this sport, this is the pinnacle of everything we do, everything we want to achieve in this business, a business wrecked by this plague of popularity we have currently sweeping over us. But here's the thing, at the end of the day, i overcame the plague, i overcame the man that you cheered for so much, that you prayed, begged to hold this title that's sitting on my shoulder.
And it achieved nothing.
Because you were powerless to stop the better man from winning that night, just like you were powerless to stop the current and reigning tag team champions from continuing their glory and defeating three other teams to hold onto those titles. Just like you were powerless when the Hardcore Reject knocked out TJ "Pussy-ass' Pain and Brandon "Gimme another chance" Nytrus to retain the X-Core title he's made worth something again."
And just like you'll be powerless to stop the Goddess from bringing back the title that rightfully belonged to her in two weeks when she goes face to face with this insane asylum superhero running around the halls of MPW. You, and the rest of the MPW universe who are too busy wasting your time with something far, far less significant than me are going to see exactly what we are bringing about in this company, the dream we are going to achieve, the era we are going to usher in.
You lost your champion. You lost your favorite boy-toy Trey Baxter. And now you're going to lose just about everything single fucking thing left for us to take.
What you don't understand, people of the "MPW universe"
*Drake highlights the last two words with quotation marks.
Is that we're not trying to eradicate your completely, we're not trying to wipe you from the face of this earth, no, we're trying to save you. We're trying to save ourselves. We're trying to rid this place of the effect that you have on it, the influence that you spread every time you point to the sky and every time you buy a Roxi Johnson superhero cape.
Jackson Blaze is gone, Johnny Clash is gone, all of the villains in this story have had their last laugh. Now, it is time for the Age of Arrogance to take the stage and start listening to the hurling of abuse and throwing of items at us, and guess what? We'll bask in it, we'll revel in your hatred, because the more you and the rest of that locker room hate us, the more our message is getting spread, the more people are listening, and the stronger we become.
And if you think you have the right of mind to cheer for us, then good for you. Don't think it'll matter, don't think it'll even make a smidgen of difference, because it won't. It never will. The whole reason we do this is because we don't give a flying fuck about anything that you people have to say, you can just sit there and watch, be bystanders to the revolution that is coming to bring about the new era.
So sit there, with your bottles of American shit they pass off as good drink and your chips and watch, stand back and be amazed at just how much we can accomplish when you fools aren't involved. Watch the eradication of people like Ash, Roxi, AJ and Trey come to full focus.
Speaking of which, it looks like the little bitch is back.
Trey Baxter, now there's a name that i didn't think i'd be saying for a while. You know why? Because just like his hairy bottle of lard for a manager, he is an afterthought, he's part of history, where he's currently living. Now, now is the time of the Age of Arrogance, now is the time of the revolution and now is most certainly NOT the time of some hack who doesn't matter anymore and his oversized baboon of a manager.
Trey, trey, trey. I will admit one thing. I was surprised when i saw your face under that mask.
Don't get ahead of yourself, i wasn't surprised it was you. It wouldn't matter if it was Santa Claus under there, it doesn't interest me at all. No, what surprised me was that you even bothered to come back. After what i did to you, i wouldn't have returned, in fact i wouldn't be surprised if your ribs were still sore from me crashing a car into you.
You came back and you interrupted the retirement of somebody with a hell of a lot more balls than you. You interrupted a man - sorry, gorilla - that had just gone through one of the greatest matches in this company's history and retired with a bang - albeit for the four-hundred and ninetieth time. And you went and interrupted him.
So big bad Baxter, did you think you were some kind of big man? Did you think by interrupting Rage's retirement ceremony you somehow had a bigger claim to this bit of gold right here? Or did it make your feel more like a man - which i know is difficult considering, well, it is you after all - growing a set of balls wouldn't even make you a man.
And then you come back with the tub of lard that could be passed as both a grizzly bear and a walrus, and think that you're immediately going to shoot back to the top of the company, where you were. Were, as in the past. As in the place that you keep referring to because it's the only thing that matters to you, and guess what? It is.
Because in the end all you have to cling onto is one win, one win in singles competition against me and a couple of victories in tag team competition. And what about now Trey? You're out there begging for the shot that you so desperately desire at this title, and you keep going back to that washed up old statistic of you holding the World title.
Well congratulations Baxter, you were the World champ. See that word keeps coming back with you, doesn't it? Were. You were somebody, before Johnny dethroned you and now you're nothing, niente, zero, zilch, the square route of 0. Absolutely nothing at all.
Well, i guess you've gotta be good at something right? And you're our local historian, constantly referring to the time when you were champion and how you never got a title shot. Well you go and cry Laura a river, and then once she's done sucking you off you might get that shot. That is, after the person who deserves it.
That person is the man i beat at Road to Glory, the person who actually has a rightful title shot from a couple of weeks ago - the present - rather than a time that nobody remembers a few months ago.
Because all that matters is the present, all that really matters is the moment we are living in now, and that is the reason you will never take this from me. Because right now i am the best wrestler in this business, and that is not going to change, ever.
So Trey, why don't you sit back and relax just like the rest of these people, because i guarantee if you ever step into the ring with me again, the last thing you'll be thinking of is the past. Because your mind and body will be stuck in the present, as i slam your head down to the mat.
Meanwhile, to the rest of you, and to my opponents this week, you'll just have to wait and see exactly what i have to say about you don't you? It'll be worth the wait, trust me. Until then, Sweet Dreams....
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I pull open the door and smell the fragrance of cupcakes wafting through the entire apartment. I love it when she bakes, for some odd reason i find it incredibly attractive. Or maybe it's just my stomach trying to influence other parts of my body.
Kahlan doesn't see me when i enter and i try and shut the door as silently as possible as i creep up on her. She's got her oven mitts on and she's looking into the currently open oven, trying to pull out what i can imagine is an exceptionally hot pan. It's not the only thing hot in here...
I'm able to creep up on her and right before i place my hands on her waist, she spins around with a small tray of cupcakes in her hand. As she turns around she jumps at the sight of me, and the tray of cupcakes launch into my face, and i grin widely as i sweep some of the crumbs from my face and pull Bliss into a kiss, feeling the warmth of the oven radiate throughout the small space and as she pulls away from me, she looks stern but amused.
"Drake! Those were the good batch!!" She says, bending down to pick up the cupcakes in her very short top tight around her chest. As she bends down, a fair portion of her ample chest is visible and i grin as she rises back to a standing position, and understands my smirk.
"You're such a pig." She says with a smile, pulling open the small kitchen cupboard and throwing the half a dozen cupcakes in the bin, and as she starts to turn around i finally get to the place where i should've started as i squeeze her ribs in an affectionate manner and she spins around, pulling me into another kiss, before she pushes me out of the way and goes back to the oven, pulling out another tray of cupcakes.
"Should've known you had a backup." I say, winking at her as i lean back on the counter.
"You know me too well Mr. Hunter...." She says, teasingly. I watch her put the cupcakes on the plate as she lets them cool, and i grin at her as she takes off the oven mitts and walks past me.
"I can't believe you, they were perfect!"
"Guess they're not the only thing in that kitchen that's perfect...."
"Always the charmer." She says, putting her hand on my chest. We love playing games like this, i guess something is hard-wired into our bodies to have as much fun as possible in these situations, it's one of the things i love we have in common.
"Like you said, I know you too well." I say, winking at her.
"Don't worry, there's still plenty for you to try and figure out." She says teasingly.
"I'm sure there is, like the other outfits you've got in there to tease me with while i'm in the car desperately trying to make it to your apartment so i can see first hand."
"Oh definitely. That Princess Leia outfit was only a tiny part of the collection. I've definitely got plenty more to get your insides spinning."
"You're such a devil." I say, making an advance towards her. "Probably the thing i love most about you..." I say, playing with her hair as i move in. But she stops me, suddenly looking at me with an expression mixed with playfulness and seriousness.
"Love?" She asks, and i can immediately see my mistake.
"Huh?" I say, trying to be innocent. Yeah, like that's going to work.
"You just said it was one of the things you love about me. You've never used that word before, not even when we're..." She doesn't have to finish the last sentence, and i smirk as i think of the things and my mind wanders off for a split second.
My mind is immediately brought back into attention as i look into her eyes and think about what i said. Did i actually mean it? Was it one of the things i truly loved about this woman? Fuck, what was happening to me, i'd jumped into it with two girls before and both of them had practically left me for dead, out on the sidewalk with nowhere to go. Now, i was jumping back into it with a woman i knew i'd feel these things for eventually.
Out of all the woman i'd ever been with, there was none i valued my time with more than Kahlan. Even Lexi couldn't compare to Kahlan, we have so much in common, and i couldn't stop thinking about her. Fuck, this was really getting serious.
"Okay, i know i was resisting this whole thing for a while, but now that we're here, and we're together, i know that things are moving fast." I take a breath. "Let me say one thing, one day, somewhere, probably after we're having sex." She giggles in the way i love- like!
"I know i'll be unable to stop myself from being attached to you and that some people will think that they could use that against me. But let me say one thing Miss Goddess. Whether or not that attachment comes sooner or later, you are the only girl i want to be with right now." I can see that she's stunned at my random show of affection and insight into my "spiritual side", and i smirk as i move closer to her.
"There, i opened up and went all sappy for five seconds, now let's get back to the matter at hand." I pull her arm towards the door leading out to the hallway outside her apartment and all memories of the previous conversation are swept from our minds.
"Where are we going? She asks, puzzled.
"Seeing as i just got all sappy about how much you mean to me, let's go take a walk and pretend we're a normal couple for five minutes." I say, pulling open the door as she follows me out, somewhat hesitantly.
"Drake, wait." She stops and i turn, amused.
"What is it?"
"We're never going to be a normal couple." I laugh and she walks into the elevator with me, and i take the chance to pull her in close and start what i was expecting when i entered her apartment.
The sound of the elevator beeping brings us apart form our embrace, and as we split apart and she flattens her top and i fix up my hair, the doors open and we step out, moving through the hall and as we move out the door and i slap her ass playfully, she turns around and grins, walking backwards.
The Vegas strip is beautiful at night, especially at the time of night when the sun is almost set over the horizon and the landscape is bathed in the golden light. Yeah, i know, i'm a poet.
We walk down it for a while, and i grin at her as she cuddles up beside me, knowing that it was a poor choice to wear such little clothing with the evening wind. Well, a poor choice for her, definitely not for me. We pass a couple of people who recognize us and we simply pass them by, as i wait for Bliss to emerge from a bag store, looking at her exiting the shop without anything and i grin.
"Incredible, this usually ends in my credit card showing up empty the next time i buy a chocolate bar." She nudges me in the shoulder and we share a laugh. It's hard to figure out exactly how i got into it with this woman so quickly, it was only a few weeks ago we were at each others throats in the middle of the ring and we were trying to hide our little escapades in my apartment. Now things were moving so quickly, and it was slightly overwhelming. In a very fun way.
I run my hand through my recently cut hair, and i smile at her as she looks up at my her.
"Better than a professional." I say, shaking my head to the side in a pose as my hair flicks in the wind.
"You didn't have to drench me afterwards..." She looks at me with a look of playfulness and i quickly go to her ribs to tickle her again but she's too quick.
"Nice try." She throws my hand back at me.
"Wow, looks like you're learning." I say, winking at her. "That training session with Kuk must've really been worth it." She jams me with an elbow into my gut, and i cringe in playful pain as i hold it. "What was that for?"
"For setting it up."
"You needed it, besides, it worked didn't it? And you were able to make Kuk bleed just like he made you bleed a couple of weeks ago."
"Yeah, because of YOU." She looks at me with those defiant eyes.
"Still on about that are you? It was all part of the plan darling, and it's worked hasn't it? Look, you're now with the four most dominant people in the company and we're bringing in this revolution. I'd say you've got it pretty good right now." I grin at her and she agrees, and it's only when we cross the lights that i realize we're nearing my condo, and more importantly, we're nearing MPW headquarters.
"Shit." I say, as we spot a massive bunch of reporters exiting the building and fanning out, and i realize we're in their plain view. There's no point in trying to avoid them - they're vultures, they never miss the chance for a good story.
"Drake!! Bliss!!" Are the shouts that come from the massive group as they rush towards us, raising their microphones and tape recorders to our mouths as the camera switch back on. I look at Bliss with a sigh and we stop for the interview, knowing that it's powerless. Besides, i did say i was going to speak about our opponents for this week, and it was pretty convenient, even if we wouldn't say it.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just get on with it." I say, waving my hand dismissively.
"Okay, so Bliss, obviously we've heard your words regarding this thursday's match against the pairing of Roxi Johnson and AJ Stark." I steal a side-glance at her and grin, i'd heard her promo on the day she'd done my hair, and i grinned at the fact that she was with me, she was mine, and i was hers. It was like a dream come true, and only Goddesses can make dreams come true.
"So, Mr. Hunter, what are your thoughts on the pairing?"
"What are my thoughts? Well, considering i've never faced the man that people call the behemoth before, i'm only going to go as far as what my lovely girlfriend has told me. And she has told me quite a lot."
"But i'll get to that, firstly i would like to address the elephant in the room - so to speak. Yes, i got my hair done..." I run a hand through my hair and Bliss laughs, that sexy laugh i'd grown accustomed to. The reporters don't look impressed, except a middle-aged guy who's grinning with understanding - he knows how much i like to take the piss out of....well, everything.
"So, Roxi, AJ. The avengers of MPW. Which is funny because as far as i can see, these two have absolutely no chance at avenging anything in this company except their own existence, and we'll take the burden of avenging that. Trust me, this week will be just like last week - a statement."
"So first off, let's start with little Miss Roxi Johnson. Now, i know we've had our little bouts in the past, and i know she's got some vision for her own little world that means absolutely nothing, but the matter at hand is this little resistance that she's got planned for us. Now, i find it quite cute that the "heroes" think they can just get up and start fighting something far beyond their comprehension, but let them try."
"Because at the end of the day, all their little advances mean is their own downfall. All that these insignificant little nobodies think they're doing is curing MPW of the plague that they see, when the real plague, is themselves. The real plague, is the one looking them in the mirror every morning when they get up and know that they're going to appeal to the fans just like they've done every day, and they'll continue to spread the disease."
"If they think that anything the do or say will faze this revolution, then they're crazier than they first seem, which is crazy to even think about. But the thing is, this week, i don't care if they bring an army, i don't care if they come clad in their little capes and superhero outfits and claim to believe they can fly, at the end of the day, nothing will be enough. At the end of the day, nothing will stop this ideal, nothing will stop the revolution. This company is going to feel the full force of arrogance, and we are going to make things a lot worse here."
"But that doesn't mean that things won't get better." Bliss says, looking at the cameras as the flashes go off. "We are going to do what we promised we'd do, and that's save this company, and indeed the business of professional wrestling. One insignificant superhero at a time.
"Roxi, i know that you've got an incredible amount of hatred for me, and i want you to channel that hatred for me, and that...distaste of Bliss." I smile at her. "And i want you to go inside that ring and try your very, very best to unleash all that hatred at your World Heavyweight champion and his sexy girlfriend, the woman that's going to take your Sin City title off of your hands in a couple of weeks."
"And when you're on the mat, looking up at me with those dazed, near-ko'ed eyes, you'll know that you're way, way ahead of your depth going up against all of us. You're completely swamped by this revolution, and you're going to see just how far out of your depth you are when you're head's slammed into the ground."
"AJ, you think that you can simply walk into this company - OUR company, and you can simply breeze in and take our spotlight? You think you have the nerve to call us hypocritical cowards? Ha, the only person who's a hypocrite here is you Mr. Iron Man."
"Oh, and Mr. Stark, you really need to get your facts straight. You have to be one of the most mis-informed gorillas i've ever come across. Trey Baxter didn't help me in my match at Road to Glory, i helped him. He didn't get involved once in that match, i did it all by myself. I hit the Death in Advance on Ash Soulsfate after interference from this masked fool known as Khaotek, NOT Trey Baxter. And when i was out of the ring, celebrating and basking in my new-found glory, only then did the coward strike."
"I'm not sure if you were too busy eating a banana or if you can only concentrate on inanimate objects, but you really should get your facts straight. Not that you need to of course, because Dogwin or no Dogwin, this week you're going to get what's yours at the hands of arrogance. You think you can get into our ring and make a sudden impact, then you're kidding yourself."
"You were absolutely dominated by the Goddess last week, and it was only when you got thirty seconds of offence in that we needed to come in, and yet, we didn't lay a single finger on your in your match did we? You were the one that was out for the ten count, Jack Dogwin was the one that hit that move on your and knocked you out, we just did what we always do - capitalize on the situation."
"Well, some say your methods are more than questionable and that they'll be stepping into the ring with five people, not two."
I start laughing as the reporters aren't sure of exactly why i'm laughing, and Bliss grins as i look directly into the camera.
"Questionable. What sort of a word is that? Questionable, our methods are downright dirty, and looking at the dress, just like you." I say, pointing to the female reporter that asked the question. She glares at me as i continue.
"Our methods are the dirtiest in the game, but we're not held back by what stupid people like you and the fans think of our methods. Rules don't faze us. Regulations mean nothing to us. The end always justifies the means, and the end is always going to be our main goal. The goal of arrogance, to bring stability to this business."
"But first, to bring stability, there must be chaos. There must be anarchy. Now, now we need to show MPW the world of arrogance - anarchy, destruction and chaos. We need to bring a bit of chaos to this little world of MPW, and it will be exceptionally entertaining to do so."
"We've already started to bring the madhouse to MPW, and i guarantee that this week we will continue our absolute dominance to our company, and bring chaos with it. So final words? Simple. Good luck, and Sweet Dreams."
We move off down the Vegas strip and grin as we leave the mass of reporters behind us, and we move into a restaurant for a nice dinner. It's only when we realize that this is our first ever formal dinner date that a thousand feelings start rushing into my head, but only one is clear.
This girl is definitely changing me. And it's definitely for the better.
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