"After this match, you TWO will be my personal BITCHES!"
Jul 21, 2019 22:16:15 GMT -5
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Post by Drake Knight on Jul 21, 2019 22:16:15 GMT -5
The Alpha Pro Wrestling’s cameras open with a sign in Las Vegas…
The sign of Kandi Land is just minutes from MGM and the Las Vegas’ strip, if there is no traffic. It’s about 7:00pm and the parking lot here at the club is completely packed. It’s quite hot here in Las Vegas: 107 degrees to be exact. There are two bouncers outside the club’s front door with a line of customers waiting to get in. The doors to the front open and a beautiful sultry blonde vixen with a clipboard walk out onto the front porch. She has a pair of sunglasses on with a red and white polka dot sundress. She raises her hand to her face and pulls her sunglasses off from over her eyes as she hands them over to one of the bouncers.
MADISON LEWIS: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m Madison Lewis: journalist and image consultant extraordinaire!”
“Kandi Washington’s personal creation Sweet Annihilation was handpicked by the higher ups of Alpha Pro Wrestling to declare their new and first-ever Tag Team Champions. They are taking on the team of Canadian Coalition in a Monday night Metal rematch. Can Sweet Annihilation continue to prevail over the Canadian Coalition or will the Canadian Coalition get a little revenge when it counts?”
“The Canadian Coalition have much more experience with wrestling in Alpha Pro Wrestling with remarkable victories over the Warsaw Pack and Haruna Sakazaki & Tsukiko, but are not undefeated in APW. Drake Knight and Ice debuted two weeks ago in the Hardcore title free-for-all with Drake Knight nearly winning the title. They bounced back with a win in tag team action over the Canadian Coalition. This is one battle you do not want to miss in Las Vegas and it is definitely living up to the name of an Alpha Showdown!”
She looks down at the clipboard and licks her lips while smiling innocently.
MADISON LEWIS: “We already heard from Ice on her take for this big title match and inside we have Drake Knight waiting for the APW’s cameras to invite us in on his stance. Can the “Unstoppable” Drake Knight continue to show people why Kandi had coined him “The Muscle behind Kandi Washington” and bring the titles home to the House of Kandi? That’s all from yours truly, now make sure to put your wagers down and bet wisely because only one team can win! I’m Madison Lewis, signing off.”
Madison blows a kiss to the cameras as she starts to look toward the line of customers and steps off to the side as she uncaps her pen. The scene starts to go inside the establishment.
Inside the Kandi Land’s club is Drake Knight. Drake Knight is lounging in the VIP section of the club with his arms extended across the back of the red velvet sofa. He has a ripped black tank top, pair of faded blue jeans, and Adidas’ athletic shoes on his feet. He has a bandana wrapped around his forehead and head. He looks toward the stage where there is one girl dancing on the stage, but throughout the bar’s floor there are several girls engaging in lap dances.
Drake Knight taps the left side of his temple while nodding confidently.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I did exactly what I set out to do. I took everything my opponents threw at me and I still prevailed with my arm held in victory. I did not disappoint Kandi Washington and the House of Sweetness is only one event away from claiming their first titles since we have all returned to wrestling. Victory has never been sweeter, and defeat is absolutely irrefutable for Rick Rage and Mercer Quinn.”
“I have to ask you two Canadian jackasses: whose fault was it for your loss last week? Are you going to take responsibility for your unequipped ass Rick or are you going to blame Mercer because he couldn’t break up the three count in time? It really doesn’t matter who is to blame for the loss because the bottom line is you both loss the match You both took a big “L” in your home country of Canada. Yeah, did you see how I embraced the fans booing me? I loved every single moment of it. It fucking fueled my momentum and my adrenaline was pumping. There was no way I was not going to allow you two any sort of upset over me… in your hometown.
“Now, all I have to do is repeat last week and I will be one-half of the inaugural Tag Team Champions! I will use the platform as champion and represent this company to the best of my fucking abilities! I will wear my half of the titles into Trinity Wrestling’s battle royal and not only represent PHW, but APW as well, and come within range of their precious little World Championship. The best thing about me is I’m always working on better my in-ring abilities. I take on more than one match per week and I spread myself thin, when you’re monster size, you can do that!”
“Look at yourselves Rick and Mercer. Ask yourself, ‘the fuck, am I going to do as champion?’ Can you answer the question honestly? I look at Rick Rage and he looks like he just finished a hot dog eating contest. Then, I look at Mercer Quinn and I wonder when he got out of the beauty industry. He’s such a pretty boy with a young baby face. After I ram my fist in his face, his face will be black and blue. He’ll need all the reconstructive surgery on the market to help repair the damage I do to it. Who knows, after all the running you’ll be doing at ringside Rick—you just may shred one or two pounds.”
Drake raises his right hand over his mouth and chuckles, but quickly switches to a stern, serious facial expression.
The emotionless One-Man Army just stares blankly at the camera.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “This is strictly business. This is for the APW’s Tag Team Championships. But guess what? Last week, we were in your hometown and this week, we are in mine. Do you think I’m going to make the same mistake as you and lose in my hometown? Lose in the great city that never sleeps? I don’t have to worry about any flights, connecting cars, hotel rooms, and bedbugs. I get to sleep in my own bed. I get to drive my own truck. I get to wake up and workout in my own gym. I have the homefield advantage this week. Last week, you two had the homefield advantage, but the difference is you guys couldn’t capitalize on it.”
“Since we are in Vegas, let’s get in the spirit of it.”
He shakes his right fist stiffly and cocks his head upward.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “How much are you willing to wager in this match? Are either of you even gambling men? If not, this city is going to be a cultural shock to you both. Even a bigger shock than you experienced last week when you were face to face with your greatest Knight-mare! You have to know when to hold them and when to fold. You have to be smart about things and gambling too much in a losing situation only demonstrates your stupidity. I realize you two might look at stepping in the ring with Sweet Annihilation is positive thing, but it’s a negative. It doesn’t show courage and bravery. It shows stupidity and ignorance, especially when you have already had a dose of us just seven weeks prior. There are no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it guys. You’re stupid, stupid men and I don’t pity you for a second. I don’t feel an ounce of remorse for what is going to happen at Alpha Showdown.”
He holds his biceps up and flexes the muscles of his upper arms. He grins as snarls at the camera. He lowers his arms and crosses them over his chest.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I’m not like my partner Ice. I don’t have a soft bone in my body. I give a rat’s ass about your well-being. You are stepping inside my ring! You are stepping into yard. When you step into my world, you play by my rules and my rules are simply to survive. That’s the only requirement. You’ve already been exposed by me last week Rick. So, when it comes to your survival in this match... it's as grim as it possibly can get! When I raised you up on my shoulders and executed the Knight-Fall, there was no coming back from it. I don’t give a fuck what Ice thinks she’s going to do in this match. If she helps me, so be it. If she doesn’t, then I can carry her like I did last week. You know Rick, everything that goes up, must come down! You've been on your pedestal for much too long and there's only one pedestal in this business that matters. It's time to kick your fat ass off of it, so Kandi Washington can take her rightful place at the top as Queen of APW! I’m going to make an impact statement in this match. I’m going to do what very few have had the chance of doing to the two of you. I am going to make you two my personal bitches!”
“It’s not going to feel like a wrestling promotion for the two of you. It’s going to feel like a prison. It’s going to feel like you two are doing years upon years in solitary confinement. Everywhere you go, you will be looking over your shoulders wondering who is following you and if I’m behind you. There will be no more sound sleep for the two of you. That is after the agonizing physical pain you two will suffer at THESE HANDS! Fight it all you want, but there will be no fighting it come tomorrow night. Get ready because at Alpha Showdown, you are going to meet the ALPHA MALE!
He growls a bit as he arches his upper lip. He sits back down on the couch and squint his eyes. The scene fades to black.
WELCOME TO KANDI LAND!
Gentlemen’s Club
Gentlemen’s Club
The sign of Kandi Land is just minutes from MGM and the Las Vegas’ strip, if there is no traffic. It’s about 7:00pm and the parking lot here at the club is completely packed. It’s quite hot here in Las Vegas: 107 degrees to be exact. There are two bouncers outside the club’s front door with a line of customers waiting to get in. The doors to the front open and a beautiful sultry blonde vixen with a clipboard walk out onto the front porch. She has a pair of sunglasses on with a red and white polka dot sundress. She raises her hand to her face and pulls her sunglasses off from over her eyes as she hands them over to one of the bouncers.
MADISON LEWIS: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m Madison Lewis: journalist and image consultant extraordinaire!”
“Kandi Washington’s personal creation Sweet Annihilation was handpicked by the higher ups of Alpha Pro Wrestling to declare their new and first-ever Tag Team Champions. They are taking on the team of Canadian Coalition in a Monday night Metal rematch. Can Sweet Annihilation continue to prevail over the Canadian Coalition or will the Canadian Coalition get a little revenge when it counts?”
“The Canadian Coalition have much more experience with wrestling in Alpha Pro Wrestling with remarkable victories over the Warsaw Pack and Haruna Sakazaki & Tsukiko, but are not undefeated in APW. Drake Knight and Ice debuted two weeks ago in the Hardcore title free-for-all with Drake Knight nearly winning the title. They bounced back with a win in tag team action over the Canadian Coalition. This is one battle you do not want to miss in Las Vegas and it is definitely living up to the name of an Alpha Showdown!”
She looks down at the clipboard and licks her lips while smiling innocently.
MADISON LEWIS: “We already heard from Ice on her take for this big title match and inside we have Drake Knight waiting for the APW’s cameras to invite us in on his stance. Can the “Unstoppable” Drake Knight continue to show people why Kandi had coined him “The Muscle behind Kandi Washington” and bring the titles home to the House of Kandi? That’s all from yours truly, now make sure to put your wagers down and bet wisely because only one team can win! I’m Madison Lewis, signing off.”
Madison blows a kiss to the cameras as she starts to look toward the line of customers and steps off to the side as she uncaps her pen. The scene starts to go inside the establishment.
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Inside the Kandi Land’s club is Drake Knight. Drake Knight is lounging in the VIP section of the club with his arms extended across the back of the red velvet sofa. He has a ripped black tank top, pair of faded blue jeans, and Adidas’ athletic shoes on his feet. He has a bandana wrapped around his forehead and head. He looks toward the stage where there is one girl dancing on the stage, but throughout the bar’s floor there are several girls engaging in lap dances.
“I came. I saw. I conquered.”
Drake Knight taps the left side of his temple while nodding confidently.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I did exactly what I set out to do. I took everything my opponents threw at me and I still prevailed with my arm held in victory. I did not disappoint Kandi Washington and the House of Sweetness is only one event away from claiming their first titles since we have all returned to wrestling. Victory has never been sweeter, and defeat is absolutely irrefutable for Rick Rage and Mercer Quinn.”
“I have to ask you two Canadian jackasses: whose fault was it for your loss last week? Are you going to take responsibility for your unequipped ass Rick or are you going to blame Mercer because he couldn’t break up the three count in time? It really doesn’t matter who is to blame for the loss because the bottom line is you both loss the match You both took a big “L” in your home country of Canada. Yeah, did you see how I embraced the fans booing me? I loved every single moment of it. It fucking fueled my momentum and my adrenaline was pumping. There was no way I was not going to allow you two any sort of upset over me… in your hometown.
“Now, all I have to do is repeat last week and I will be one-half of the inaugural Tag Team Champions! I will use the platform as champion and represent this company to the best of my fucking abilities! I will wear my half of the titles into Trinity Wrestling’s battle royal and not only represent PHW, but APW as well, and come within range of their precious little World Championship. The best thing about me is I’m always working on better my in-ring abilities. I take on more than one match per week and I spread myself thin, when you’re monster size, you can do that!”
“Look at yourselves Rick and Mercer. Ask yourself, ‘the fuck, am I going to do as champion?’ Can you answer the question honestly? I look at Rick Rage and he looks like he just finished a hot dog eating contest. Then, I look at Mercer Quinn and I wonder when he got out of the beauty industry. He’s such a pretty boy with a young baby face. After I ram my fist in his face, his face will be black and blue. He’ll need all the reconstructive surgery on the market to help repair the damage I do to it. Who knows, after all the running you’ll be doing at ringside Rick—you just may shred one or two pounds.”
Drake raises his right hand over his mouth and chuckles, but quickly switches to a stern, serious facial expression.
“Enough humor.”
The emotionless One-Man Army just stares blankly at the camera.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “This is strictly business. This is for the APW’s Tag Team Championships. But guess what? Last week, we were in your hometown and this week, we are in mine. Do you think I’m going to make the same mistake as you and lose in my hometown? Lose in the great city that never sleeps? I don’t have to worry about any flights, connecting cars, hotel rooms, and bedbugs. I get to sleep in my own bed. I get to drive my own truck. I get to wake up and workout in my own gym. I have the homefield advantage this week. Last week, you two had the homefield advantage, but the difference is you guys couldn’t capitalize on it.”
“Since we are in Vegas, let’s get in the spirit of it.”
He shakes his right fist stiffly and cocks his head upward.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “How much are you willing to wager in this match? Are either of you even gambling men? If not, this city is going to be a cultural shock to you both. Even a bigger shock than you experienced last week when you were face to face with your greatest Knight-mare! You have to know when to hold them and when to fold. You have to be smart about things and gambling too much in a losing situation only demonstrates your stupidity. I realize you two might look at stepping in the ring with Sweet Annihilation is positive thing, but it’s a negative. It doesn’t show courage and bravery. It shows stupidity and ignorance, especially when you have already had a dose of us just seven weeks prior. There are no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it guys. You’re stupid, stupid men and I don’t pity you for a second. I don’t feel an ounce of remorse for what is going to happen at Alpha Showdown.”
He holds his biceps up and flexes the muscles of his upper arms. He grins as snarls at the camera. He lowers his arms and crosses them over his chest.
DRAKE KNIGHT: “I’m not like my partner Ice. I don’t have a soft bone in my body. I give a rat’s ass about your well-being. You are stepping inside my ring! You are stepping into yard. When you step into my world, you play by my rules and my rules are simply to survive. That’s the only requirement. You’ve already been exposed by me last week Rick. So, when it comes to your survival in this match... it's as grim as it possibly can get! When I raised you up on my shoulders and executed the Knight-Fall, there was no coming back from it. I don’t give a fuck what Ice thinks she’s going to do in this match. If she helps me, so be it. If she doesn’t, then I can carry her like I did last week. You know Rick, everything that goes up, must come down! You've been on your pedestal for much too long and there's only one pedestal in this business that matters. It's time to kick your fat ass off of it, so Kandi Washington can take her rightful place at the top as Queen of APW! I’m going to make an impact statement in this match. I’m going to do what very few have had the chance of doing to the two of you. I am going to make you two my personal bitches!”
“It’s not going to feel like a wrestling promotion for the two of you. It’s going to feel like a prison. It’s going to feel like you two are doing years upon years in solitary confinement. Everywhere you go, you will be looking over your shoulders wondering who is following you and if I’m behind you. There will be no more sound sleep for the two of you. That is after the agonizing physical pain you two will suffer at THESE HANDS! Fight it all you want, but there will be no fighting it come tomorrow night. Get ready because at Alpha Showdown, you are going to meet the ALPHA MALE!
“FEAR THIS KNIGHT-MARE!”
He growls a bit as he arches his upper lip. He sits back down on the couch and squint his eyes. The scene fades to black.
