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Date Posted: 01:00:36 01/13/02 Sun
Author: GWA Maximus Champion - Drake Maxwell
Subject: Rewind - The Time After Insurrection

Born and breed are champions, the people with the guts to sacrifice things towards a better goal. You take a look back into the days of what was January 9th, 2002 and you find out just what happened that night. Insurrection the weekly Gladiator Wrestling Association program featured Crisis winning the Gladiator championship. Crisis is double dipping from here to there and guess what? He's not the only GWA champion inside of the FWF right now. Yes I won the Maximus championship which is the second highest title you can get in the squared circle of GWA, and all due respect but now I'm a marked man, Crisis is a marked man. I guess that comes along the territory of being a champion. You are always marked for dead.

Transition from one place to another is hard when you are new. Maybe because it takes a good amount of time for a person to recognize you.

On the FWF side of the table where the is having to go to the hospital thanks of Jeremy Riley and a steel chair but I'm not really worried about Riley for he is just a personal jobber to get the upper talent high. Not booked for Showdown this week, last week I made my debut on this show which was quick and easy over Raven Van Drake. Actually it was 5 seconds and probably I am going to not be booked on Tuesday Night Bomb, just like Wednesday Insureection where I am left off once again. Oh well, at least I am a champion.

"GWA Maximus Champion" - Drake Maxwell

.::. Well well well, look how far we have come from just being a rookie in the game to now a champion in less than a month's time. You see way back before the start of the new year, Drake Maxwell went to the GWA and was picked up for some odd number of years. He had his first match on December 19 and won,took a week off for an awards show and then at his very first GWA Pay Per View event, beat two men and got a shot at Jim Daher's Falconer championship. Well Jim was preoccupied and Drake got sent to the second tier of greatness finding himself inside a Maximus title shot with a man who claims and has done a lot of extreme and hardcore things. The things that were once a "no no" in North American wrestling. But being the ever defiant ones we went to the extreme and look where we are today, garnering high ratings, monthly take in of over a million dollars and known as role models for the youth. Drake fought Chris Cane and won. 4 matches, 4 victories and 1 Maximus championship. What a start to a career right? .::.

.::. Right now as we stand on this plane, 6-0 and you try to think back in order of the series of events that have occurred in the lifetime of many people and then you look and stare deep into the flocking followers of people you get from being a champion. You look at every single champion gracing the FWF right now and they all have some distinction of greatness. MISSLE has something that most of us will have when we reach his level- A World Championship and a Hardcore championship. Also the longest reigning Hardcore champion ever. Jimmy Luciano is the International champion for a good half a year almost. Midnight Syndicate whom always seem to find gold are the Tag champions with the boss of the GWA Johnny Storm with a Big Mouth title to add onto his list of accomplishments. That's it, and their major relentless moment for success? A camera and a microphone. .::.

.::. All I need is one mic, one camera and one voice to speak my mind. .::.

.::. Words are the weapons of the true lyrical solider. .::.

.::. No pen, no paper, just my mouth, my tongue and an audience. They'll listen. .::.

.::. All I need is one fucking mic. .::.


.::. Did I not tell you I was correct in the thought of Drake beating Cane on Wednesday night? Yeah, I did and now I could rank myself up there with the great prognosticators in history. I could come at you with the same thoughts as Sanarrator but well, I can't do that because I am not going down to be kidnapped by another wrestler when I should have just stayed out of the way of things and keep it natural with being away from the wrestling scene as a human being, but be like Jimmy's Narrator. Yes, before Sanarrator started walking or even calling himself that, Narrator was eating people up from within. So Sanarrator should know by that well months after Jimmy first left the Fans Wrestling Federation, he started calling himself that. Instead of this - $$$ - but is it my job to pick on the Narrator of a former Fans Wrestling Federation Heavyweight champion? .::.

.::. Yes and no. .::.


::.06 ~ Rewind.::

.::. Light creeps into the small and tiny cracks of the home. The darkness of the shadows have passed from the previous day and the chirping of birds and crossing of dripping water along the sink. The sound becomes incessant as someone turns the dial all the way to the left so it tightens and the water is now non exhistent inside of the sink. You look down into the sink and find the abnormal things, hair, toothpaste scum left from spitting it out, the things that are just found anywhere. We can tell as the camera pans into the main hall that someone is here and then when you see the persons face, you are back into the perpetual light. .::.

.::. The trail of stench from the bathroom to the kitchen has lead to one man sitting down on the couch watching television in nothing more than a pair of black shorts and a red Red Wings T-shirt. He has medium blonde hair coming down to his shoulders in New Wave esque fashion with streaks black and red covering the entire side. Hair to him was important growing up, never liking certain styles for they caused a mass consumption of his mind to think that his hair was ugly. So instead of setting on one color, he choose three to benefit his needs. Drake Maxwell sits here watching cartoons and still having doubts about everything he is involved in. Next to his side is the Gladiator Wrestling Association Maximus championship belt. .::.

Drake: You know, winning this thing may have been for the best of me. .

::. Next to Drake is a woman with a sexy build with 36c breasts, piercing bluish green eyes, she has shoulder length brown hair and is very good looking. She is wearing a tight blue tank top, black baggy pants with white stitching and black boots. She leans over towards Drake's ear and whispers something into it. .::.

Amy: Don't let it get to your head Drake, you know most champions these days happen to be thoughtless, power hungry...

Drake: ...Ego Driven?

Amy: Yeah, that to.

.::. Drake continues to stare at the television looking at Ren and Stimpy laughing to himself while Amy looks at him without help towards his state. As the credits for the end of the show roll, Drake gets up from his seat and starts his way out of the door. Amy turns to him while he is facing back to her. .::.

Amy: And where do you think you're going?

Drake: Out, and away from the noise of television

.::. The door creeps open as a tug lets the light of a sunny day into the home ofDrake and his girlfriend Amy Falan. As he shuts the door behind him, Amy is left to wonder just where her boyfriend has gone. .::.

.::. As the familiar flurry of gray and black takes the screen, the howling of wind can be heard over the effervescent hissing of static. Taking longer than normal, an image finally appears on the screen?that image being one of a small residential neighborhood. Although still fairly early in the afternoon, the sky has grown completely dark as clouds roll across and the echoing sounds of thunder shakes the ground. As we travel down the road, we see garage doors closing and lights flashing on in the windows of several homes. After passing only a few houses, the road curves and reveals an empty lot where a house once stood?now burned down to its foundation as the result of a devastating fire. In the darkness, a figure can be seen walking towards the remains of the house?and the camera follows. .::.

.::. As the figure reaches the scorched remains, he crouches down?running his fingers through the silt and cinders, combing through the debris almost as if searching for something. After a few moments, something appears to poke through the dirt?and the man?s hand reaches out to grab the object. As he raises it, the camera zooms in over his shoulder and we see that the small object is in fact a picture frame. Under the cracked pane of glass, we see a picture of a couple?the man?s thumb running over the face of the woman. Seconds later, a crack of thunder is heard as a raindrop falls onto the picture frame?and the figure stands up. The camera pans around the figure and reveals it to be Drake the picture frame still in his hand. With a stone expression, he stands motionless?the rain quickly falling to the earth faster and with greater force. Then, suddenly?the picture frame falls from his grip and shatters upon hitting the ground. Taking a moment to look at the broken glass and now drenched picture, Drake then turns his head?staring off into the distance. Seemingly giving off a heavy sigh, he begins to walk once more?walking further down the road until we have lost sight of him. The camera then fades to black? .::.

.::. Drake is seen standing at the gates of the Cathedral, his hands gripping its bars?small droplets of water rolling down the metal. With a distant look in his blackened eyes, he slowly opens the gate?causing the rusted hinges to let loose a creaking moan. As he begins to walk the winding path to the Cathedral, random thoughts begin to enter his mind? .::.

"Okay, let's think here, I won the Maximus title Wednesday night, it's gotta make for something within the FWF tribe I mean the last person from GWA to get a cheer out of the fans was Odyssey at When Worlds Collide. Odyssey isn't one of those guys to compare to though he lost not once but twice when he had the man down for the count. First to Ashram Kenjin and now to Crisis. I mean other than that, what was special about Odyssey is that he got a pin on Anthony Craven at Avalanche to actually win the Gladiator title right there. Call it a bad happening coming down into the moments of day. Really, you want to actually have something to back everything up though."

.::. With that, the night sky lights up as a bolt of lightning crashes down to the earth, revealing a calculating and demonic smile upon the face of Drake? .::.

Drake: Rewind everything back from step one inside of the GWA, time back towards where I just went through, feeling alive inside of the fickle points of reality. You see yourself surrounded by the odds of not being able to make it out of the place. Yeah, this was the beginning where all of us came inside the place looking for a way into the places that brought us joy while in the womb of mediocrity. Right now as you rewind everything back to square one, you find yourself back into the moments of awakening.

.::. Drake lifts the Maximus title to fit better upon his shoulder starring on the outside of the Cathedral on the outside looking inward. As he continues his look into the light, he gives a smirk towards the camera. .::.

Drake: You want to defy the things of actual reality and try to make them your fantasy. We all want that, perfect dream, prefect objects to use over and over again. We know glory is fleeting so we aren't going to divulge into that one right there. You see people, within set boundaries we all feel like whatever we want to. We can feel like shit, feel high on Cloud Nine, and fall back down to earth with a resounding impact. You want the things of moderate affect and looking towards the future. The future is nothing more than just thoughts dreamt of. We can't be a darn future of things now can we? If we were, we would know everything before it actually occurred. The future could suck for all we know.

.::. The night's fading away, the day has come and gone and most of ushave taken the time to actually give thought to what Drake said. As he looks down upon the solied Earth he begins to trudge off with Amy calling out his name in the distance. .::.

Amy: So, you must have liked it out here.

Drake: Must you always find a way to find me while I am at my lone?

.::. Amy smirks .::.

Amy: You know I do, knowing about these people, these so called legends you always speak about. You have to remember when they were nothing.

Drake: Now they are something and I am something right now. Like everyone else, I started out nothing more than an untold story. Now, I'm stuck on the play button 24/7.

Amy: Someday, you'll be stuck in rewind for the rest of the people who are untold. Looked back on for their sake for knowledgement of what to expect in their present.

Drake: And the rest of these guys?

Amy: Placed in fast foward.

.::. As Drake simles at the comment he looks upon a hill with a tombstone placed onto a neatly placed path of soil. He sees the cross and smiles at its concept and then rips it away from the headstone and holds it in his palm. .::.

Drake: Salvation - more like a depressant to make the mind think more about yourself and feel sorry for your own self and feel sad.

.::. Fade to black. .::.

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