Posted by Von Drake on 6/7/2008, 7:42 pm
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**The scene opens outside of a video store in Huntington Beach, California. Its a bright sunny afternoon, Children and their parents walk past the video store toward their various destinations. The camera slowly pans towards the parking lot in front of the store just as a fully restored 1956 Candy apple red Ford F-150 pulls into the closest spot. The trucks engine rumbles and roars then comes to a stop. Moments later the driver side door swings open and Out steps a man that looks to be as tall as a mountain. Black Doc Marten boots with red wine laces adorn his feet, fresh black Dickie industrial work pants, black suspenders hang from the pants. The mans shirt is white with faded black letters reading: Immortal Outlaws. His jaw is covered by a 5 o’clock shadow, His nose looks as though it has been broken many times, a jagged scar replaces what would be his left eyebrow. His pale blue eyes hide his emotions as a grin comes to his face. He slides his monstrous left hand into his left hip pocket retrieving a pack of specially made Drakonian Cigarillos (Black stem with gold filters), and a gold Zippo lighter that looked to bear a crest. The man placed a cigarillo in his moth and snapped open the Zippo which spewed forth a inch long flame igniting the cigarillo. The man took 3 slow long drags and expelled three perfectly round rings of pungent smoke. The grin came back as he began to speak.***
"Well now, if it isn’t my old friends the SFT camera crew. Now what in sam heck are you doing in my neck of the woods?"
***The cameraman attempts to respond, but before his words can escape his lips, the Unknown man speaks.***
"Could it be that you are here to scout some new talent for Shadow and the boys? Or are you here for something so much more important? Because if your here for me you must know that I am retired from the sport."
***The cameraman once again attempts to respond but is cut off as a man in an expensive looking suite steps in and shakes the first man’s hand. The to talk, and forget the camera is there.***
"Thanks for meeting me old man, its been to long."
"Id say otherwise, for it defiantly has now been long enough. You and I both know that."
"Maybe your right, but I did not ask you to meet me so we could talk about how long its been or to argue about weather it was long enough. The reason is that I got a call from an Old friend asking if I still represented you. And well he wanted to make you an offer."
" You have friends? I somehow doubt that your no good, backstabbing ass could comprehend to idea of friendship. But I’ll bite, who’s the supposed friend?"
"Well since your asking Chimpo the Chimp, president of Strike Fantasy Towers."
"Should have guessed you and some damned dirty bureaucratic ape. Just your style Scotty."
"First off that’s MR. SPIKES to you. Second Chimpo maybe a chimp but he wants to make you a champ. He wants your wasted excuse for a wrestling talent to come back to SFT. He wants you to show all the new blood in SFT that Old School is where its at. He wants you to help bring the talent pool back to par. If you can accept the challenge of such a thing he is willing to make you rich beyond your wildest dreams."
"Uh...that’s nice and all, but you may have forgotten I am already rich beyond...most peoples wildest dreams. I own factories across the United States of America, and around the world; I am deeply invested in the tobacco industry; Drakonian Inc is a multibillion dollar company that I am soon to inherit; not to mention just a mere 4 days ago I sold my controlling stake in XWA for and undisclosed small fortune. So if all there is for me to gain is money, Im not interested."
"Oh no, there is more its just...."
***Mr. Spikes motions toward the camera and the other man gets a look of understanding on his face.***
"Well ok then, when I get done with this camera here. You can tell me the rest and ill make my decision and you better not be wasting my time."
"Waste your time? I wouldn’t think of it Old friend."
***Mr. Spike puts his hand out only to get it slapped away. A look of anger comes to his face but he is quick to wipe it away before turning to leave. The other man takes another drag of his cigarillo and looks back at the camera.***
"Now what were we talking about before Mr. Spikes showed up? Hmm...oh yes. I remember now we were talking about what you were doing in this little slice of heaven I like o call a hometown. But I don't think you ever told me, so I’m going to have to guess that you came here on Mr. Spikes request. But then again Mr. Spikes would not know his head from his ass appreciate the fact a camera would help sway my opinion. Now Chimpo on the other hand would know this."
***The man takes another drag, and pulls a set of Black aviators with gold frames from his pocket and slips them on his face. He runs a hand through his close cropped bleach blonde hair.***
"Myself and Chimpo have some history, or lack there of. You see every time a hardcore event comes up he is always inviting me back. But this time is different, King of the Deathmatch is a ways off. So I have to wonder what is up that dirty chimps sleeve. Maybe he has some kind of plan, or dumb idea. But none the less my decision hinges on what Mr. Spikes tells me about after I get done here. I have to admit I’m dying to know what this little incentive is. With that said, I have to go. Take your time and enjoy the sights, but I suggest you stay away from me for a while I have a lot of thinking to do. Until next time..."
***The man spins around and walks toward the driver side of his truck. The camera captures the image on the back of the mans shirt. The man’s face and the words VON DRAKE. Camera cuts to black***
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