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Date Posted: 11:49:03 01/04/02 Fri
Author: Drake Maxwell
Subject: Metaphorical Moments

03-Metaphorical Moments Awake for Time's Sake.. Dead
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Wait another minute.
Can't you see what this pain has f*cking done to me?
I'm alive and still kickin'.
What you see I can't see...
and maybe you'll think before you speak.
I'm alive for you.
I'm awake because of you.
I'm alive I told you.
I'm awake swallowing you.

Take another second.
Turn your back on me...
and make believe that you're always happy.
It's safe to say you're never alive.
A big part of you has died.
And by the way...

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[.. 1/3/02// 4:25 PM ..]

[.. You know being here for a short period of time and where you are new to everything in the surroundings, then you have to ask yourself a question. ..]

[.. Where do you start? ..]

[.. I mean with Raven Van Dam there is nothing more than a person willing to have a break into the federation, walking into the Fans Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion is not a good thing to do and really when you look at it, when ever will it be a good thing to do? You look innocent while you sit back and ask yourself what can you do with life that already hasn't been said before. You can use any metaphor to compare someone to somebody, but you have to continue the life you live in such a way to please people. ..]

[.. But of course, you don't have to. ..]

[.. Sit back and relax for the simple moments of sanity are going to be breached by the moments you hate and happen to hate, then you resemble the likes of something that is consumed by every person on this planet except vegetarians and mainly of the resemblance - meat. ..]

[.. You sit in the same place with the same moment of solitude and then what happens to you? You are sucked into the mouth; chewed up and swallowed never to actually have a point of greatness to it. You are produced for the sake of making everyone else better, made to make us all become stronger and more produced in order to survive. Then you are apart of the sick cycle carousel and made around for everyone, every bite until it is gone. Withstanding factor is that you are gone. Soon after you won't be a name inside of the walls of the Fans Wrestling Federation and soon you will be recognized with people who tried to make it inside of the big time, but failed while on the way. ..]

[.. It might become something more than what the rest of us can understand but really shall the people understand what this is then they will understand what everything else is. Broken homed, shattered from reality-this is the new American home style. ..]

[.. Or maybe we don't care but then you have to ask Jim Daher back in Gladiator Wrestling Association that question. Yes we can go back to last night at End of Innocence and what I had to go through but what reminders of that are just simple. I beat Tempest easily 1-2-3 and then in my second match of the night I won against Thurston Edward Marshall III and became the #1 Contender to the Falconer title held currently by Jim Daher. Where Joey Jackson and Ashram Kenjin fused together and dropped both titles, the realization of my victory will change all of that, believe me for I am not no single pushover. You can ask Thurston about it Chris, I think he will understand, and also a good friend in Bedlam since he was the first casualty myself. Cane, the Maximus title is coming off of the "Big Dog" of the Gladiator Wrestling Association and onto myself, the bookies in Vegas are betting on that one. ..]

[.. Chris Cane, Raven Van Dam the two men next on the casualties of war. Isn't war hell? ..]
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[.. A small building, sitting squarely in the middle of a large concrete parking lot. A few street lamps illuminate the lot. a freeway runs nearby. Drake sits at a table in the very back of the room. A half-empty pitcher of beer shows dried foam scum from the previous refill.A shot of Tequila is shown in the center of the table as Drake quickly gulps it down placing it back on the table hard and loud. The passing cars still don't look back into the bar, but Drake doesn't mind in the noise, he rather enjoys it. Inside of the bar, the place was awash with neon and bright lights, the outside of the bar was cleaned the top of the building had an emblem on it- that of a Gator constantly taking in pitchers and pitchers of beer. The Gator Hall was located in New Orleans, otherwise known as N'awlins and one of the more frequent visited places in the state of Louisiana. ..]

Drake- You cannot imagine what a man on the edge of despair goes through at times like these. What a shame it is right now, the moments where you continue to look and whisper about the items of today's nostalgia.

[.. Drake looks down at the scum filled pitcher and smirks at it, the waste lessthought of the moment only brought little time for him to think about it as the waitress comes over to him and takes his order. She writes down the order with a thin black pen and then goes back over to the kitchen counter and begins typing away for how much Drake is going to have to pay her. The whistling sound escalates throughout the bar as his feelings of being a rising star shinning brightly and ready to take its place among the brightest of stars, but first he would have to go through Raven Van Dam to start the journey. ..]

Waitress- That'll be $6.43.

[.. Drake hands the woman a ten dollar bill and she stuff it into her breast pocket, Drake takes the plate of toast, two strips of bacon and three flap jack pancakes and sets it on the table, beginning to eat in his own silence. ..]

10 MINUTES LATER

[.. Drake is finished with everything cleaning the entire plate of food. He leaves a tip on the table and walks out of the bar with a smile on his face. He walks down the curbed path and finds himself opening the car door of his 2002 Dodge Viper, candy red in color and performance bar to none. He started the car's engine as it gave off a little pop before strolling out of the lot. ..]

[.. The tentacles of clouds and mist strolled over the plane of the road; it was sunny a bit, with the clouds at full arc extension hovering down upon people with a watchful eye. As he drove carefully, Drake pressed his right foot on the acceleration harder, speeding the car up a few paces. He barely blinked while doing so; he had to stay focused upon the road. But the thoughts going through his mind were to clear for any of a viewer to understand. ..]

[.. It was the climax of something that had been brewing within him for months on end, he continued trying to face his demons only to be shunned out in the end, inside of his soul, there was a battle going on, for his mind, for his heart, for his body. Darkness was thought to lose this imperial battle, but soon lost the perception of losing time and time again to light. They stabbed closely into the generals and then took to them, the feasting of many warriors of the light, satisfied with their victory; they drew the goblets and drank from them, the blood of their enemies. ..]

[.. The processional beat of his heart speed up, like so the car. Adrenaline was running through his body without hesitation to even ask the rest of the body, capillaries, tissue, and cells within him to ask for the privilege to do so. His knees quivered the feelings of a car going out of control and spiraling downward into oblivion. ..]

"Pain"

[.. Each moment of the day, there was a new pain overtaking his body. Not those of what to do in the light of horror, but simple what ifs, what could he do with his life? It was something a guidance counselor would tell his or her students, and guide them from the flocking pain of misery during those troubling times. This man thought guidance was nothing more than asking for help when the answers starred him directly in the face. ..]

"Mistrust"

[.. Who could he trust now? His former employer was dethroned from the crown and he was placed into the walls of insecurity. The castle had crumbled from within; he was powerless to stop it. As the highest man among its warriors he failed to bring them even closer to their true abilities, to their true potential, to realize the truth. ..]

"Enemies"

[.. The old ones had resurfaced and new ones had come once again to challenge him for the crown, it was something he had to accomplish victory without loss within him. Simply he could not let his previous and current enemies beat him. For his new surroundings would be useless for him to interact in. ..]

"Championships"

[.. He could not recognize why did one of his enemies take away a prized possession that only he could now lay claim to, it was something questioned on both parts of his mind it was one of those syphon filters eating away at him. The pure and the dark agreed with each other and hereafter decided that violence was the truest form of struggle. He had to take back what was rightfully his, even though the possession was now useless for him. ..]

Drake- Today is the third and coming upon Raven Van Drake, what hasn't been said about him before? You can just find within some of the people and just take away what they were once noted for and they become something forgotten. Every day you are asked the same questions of the past and you get sick of it, but it's a struggle you have to deal with every single moment of the day. Every newbie starts out overrated just because he was thought of as good enough to be in the position that he is right now. The same with you Raven, just because your parent's thought of some quick way for their son to gain some attention doesn't mean you are the proverbial "shit" of everything. You aren't a deity that we bow down to, you aren't a master of the industry. You are just another wrestler who happens to be apart of a carousel rotating around just for the pure enjoyment of it's users.

Concentration upon the big things means you cannot go at some things half assed and expect to come away with a victory for life doesn't work that way, it rotates around everyone at one diiferent axis with different traits. I'm sure you call yourself talented Raven but right now, everyone is and you are going to get schooled by another person. Learn from it.

[.. Drake stares at the road ahead of him as if it were a journey to something bigger and better, somewhere he can call himself a champion again, somewhere where he can trust someone for more than 15 minutes. All the journey can take is only a step at a time as we fade. ..]
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[.. 1/3/02//9:10 PM..]

[.. Ever happen to play those games where you were picked last for everything, but known that you were good only mistaken for being bad? You know, you're the star of the show, yet everyone doesn't see you that way only as another person who doesn't fit into the puzzle. Your the secret weapon that everyone wants, yet cannot taste with their mouths or tongues. Or what about those verbal games where if you trash the person so hard enough they quit, or the ones where you matched someone with an item to describe them to another person who described something else? ..]

[.. I'm Daring Drake. Brought to you by someone to be better than the rest. Presented towards someone for the good nature of someone else. Sponsored by some higher up's intake of cash flow. I'm Defyer Drake, and I have a match Saturday against Retarded Raven. ..]

[.. As a child you loved those games, because they were fun and you always happened to be better than someone else in that game and always won. Becoming the best of the entire thing, it made it all that fun. Summer camp brought on other people trying to challenge you yet, you beat them also. Wrestling as of late is this way. ..]

[.. I'm Drake Maxwell, brought to you by your television, presented by the GWA and the FWF for the pure sanctum to make you all understand the meaning of the things you once found simple and easy. Sponsored by nothing. The GWA and FWF? The first to entertain the wishes of becoming lost? ..]

[.. ...anyone that happens to be inside of the way... ..]

[.. ...anyone thinking that they are the absolute best... ..]

[.. ...anyone that underestimates myself... ..]

[.. Time's a wasting. ..]

I hope you're satisfied.
Tearing it back unveiling me.
Taking a step back so I can breathe.
Hear the silence about to break.
Fear resistance when I'm awake.

-{-Godsmack; "Awake" -}-

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