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Date Posted: 19:32:58 03/13/03 Thu
Author: Dake
Subject: Use your head.

This is great, this is so great. I am loving this. All my choices. All my fans. All the, recent, good decisions. So I got my ass kicked by both Todd's. Big F'n deal. Heheh, that was clever. I actually don't suck anymore. Ohhh the glory. I love it.

Dake is laying on his bed in his hotel room. He's patched up from the frying pan shot still. He didn't go to get stiches. He's got a big smile, which is unusual, across his face. He has a glazed over look in his eye, but that really isn't much to think about. It's just from not wearing his glasses the past few weeks. Dake knows that he's free now. With Jamison dead, or something close to it, Ice feeling broken and rejected, Dake is all but depresed. He feels as if the ol' chain and ball are gone. Maybe not for good, but for the time, gone. Maybe gone forever, he wants to believe. Never to come back. Just gone. Attaching itself to someone else's ankle, cursing their sorry soul with the hellish badluck he's had. That's all he can hope for.

I've never felt so good. I feel like ... a million bucks. I feel like ... hell I don't know what I feel like. I just feel good. Good, good, good. I mean think about it. I got a pop. I got a pop from the crowd. It was even a pop when I came out. I geuss they thought I drove over the edge of a cliff. Heheh, geuss they were wrong. Dake you ol' bastard you. You actually are starting to get some good luck. Hell, if things keep going your way, maybe an indorsment deal. ...well better not get my hopes up.

(for the morons, Dake is thinking in the italicized text)

*Dake sits up. He looks around real quick and grabs a remote. He presses a button and last weeks Blackend plays the sceen where he slams Ice with "My Never Ending Effect".*

I should have dropped him on his neck. Oh well, I made him feel stupid. He can't tell me anything anymore. There's no wisdom I can get from him on that subject. I'm the teacher there. He's the student. God ... what an idiot.

*Dake smiles as he sees himself slam Ice hard onto the mat. Great elevation on the slam. Expect that from a guy who's 6 foot 6 inches. Good impact two, over 475 hitting the mat hard. Looks evil, and feels that way too. Dake chukkles to himself.

The phone rings. Dake looks around. He hears the ring again and stands, moving to where it came from. It's a cell phone so he's not sure where it is. It rings again. He spots it and picks it up. He presses snd/answr. and says*

Dake:Hello?

Ice:Good you picked up.

Dake:....what.

Ice:I just wanted to call to apologize.

Dake:Well, ...too bad bye.

Ice:HEY WAIT.

Dake:What. You screwed me over. We're done. I can't wrestle your way. Only mine. How am I going to ever get ahead trying to be like you. I was out of my mind. Thinking that Damage Inc. a crappy version of D-X in my mind, which you thought of, would work. Dang I must be stupid.

Ice:Well, there is some truth to that statement. Look, I'm sorry. I don't have anything right now I feel ...

Dake:Stupid, humiliated, like a big rotting pile of crap?

Ice:Yeah...

Dake:You need to start using your head. We are done, you knew that when I got into the XGWO without you. We are DONE. Just go.

Ice:Fine, but when you are still at the bottom of the ladder and getting beaten over the head with pans by the Todd's don't try even looking for me.

Dake:No problem there cheif.

*Dake hangs up and tosses the phone behind him. He rolls his eyes. He walks over to the bed and watches himself slam Ice into the mat again. He laughs and lays back down. Looking at the roof thinking, and feeling good. He's actually having a good time, for the first time in a while. Maybe he can get a high profile match next. With someone like Curtis Slamm, or against Tumbler. The Sentinel, or even a Todd. Stu-E would suit his need for a win right now. Dake smiles as dreams of victories and titles dance through his head. Just a couple more months and Dake might be number one in the fed.*

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