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Date Posted: 13:44:12 01/05/02 Sat
Author: Drake Maxwell
Subject: Serene Lamentations

?- - A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that was true about everything - families, friends, feelings. But now I know that sometimes, if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together, nothing can keep them apart. This is the same with darkness within a man or woman, it's a tight embrace than no one can shake off including light.- -?

?- - Sitting down in the conifers of the morning sun, the wind latches at you from a view. Trying to sleep amongst everything is trying to even fight for religion. Sleeping amongst the cobwebs trying to shake everything free, then your lost within your own apathy. You ask every waking moment for some help wheezing away for one last breath, and then you are torn apart from everything and latched onto the blank thought that there is no hope for sanity. - -?

?- - The moments you awake from your dream vision of everything and then looking back to try and find something that you once loved and found immaculate because it was cherished. Titles are cherished because of their material worth, you love them because you think you earned them and hard work grazes upon the subject of victory. Now at these times, you are stuck within the thought that championships are everything and that championships lead to selling out. But now in this times a quote you can honestly find in wrestling and the media is this. - -?

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"

?- - With Raven Van Drake however, there is nothing to imitate for there is nothing more than a man who really is not there. A spirit maybe just to keep everyone happy in their little obsolete world. Every wish from his dreams can be described for thought into a better world for him, a better world where he can bump into World Champions all day and not be punched in the face for it. There is nothing more than a momentary silence for what you have to conjure up into beating Raven Van Drake, you say one thing and then you wait and wait until Showtime. Raven could be a lot of things, but right now, he is showing us he's not even a true wrestler. Welcome to the Roman Coliseum Raven, I'm the gladiator and you are the tiger without claws and teeth. - -?

?- - Slinking into the pure and simple imagination that is Chris Cane you have many people doubting the talent and skill of Drake Maxwell in the ring. We proved that to you at End of Innocence, and now with the Maximus title vacated by Joey Jackson, the spot is open and right then and there on January 9th, we get the Maximus title shot and believe me, we will not fail. Chris Cane in some world where he rules the momentary plane can have a Maximus title to his own, but this isn't his world is it not? No this is Earth, not Chris Cane Island. To think that Cane actually has a shot of even becoming Maximus champion is more thinking which is worse? Stupidity or Retardation? I guess when it comes to Chris Cane- both of them are worth having instead of him being a champion. - -?

?- - The end of one period, leading towards the beginning of another, the time swiftly wastes itself for the better good of everything. And thus we open. - -?
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|::| It's dusk and the sky is beautiful orange and purple, the rays of the sun shine heavenly upon those walking the face of the beautiful oasis known as Earth. As the plane and its people continue their daily moments of contempt and wonder at the simple things, the darkness embodied inside of most people are thought up as evil in itself when it is actually a gift. Standing on the beach with his feet sweeping across grain and minerals is Drake Maxwell clothed by a Detroit Red Wings Hockey Jersey and black pants. As he walks the plane with his head knelt down into the ground, he ponders his thoughts. It's Saturday, his first FWF match occurs against Raven Van Drake, an easy opponent. But knowing Drake something is up, and knowing that means there's more to the story than the surface.|::|

Drake: Living life in the odd momentarily to silence from the waking foreboding of the present to the past. Every day you come back into realization that there is no straightforward answer to a question because there is not one. You come day in and day out, night in and night out in search of something. Then once you find what you've been looking for, then there is nothing left to pursue.

|::| Drake takes a seat on the shores of the beach looking ahead of everything in front of him, the silence with the crashing water is serene for him, the dusk's orange and purple an awakening scene. Drake turns his head to completely facing the camera while sitting still in his spot on the beach|::|

Drake: Everyday you wake you asking yourself the question of that who is better than you in some cases it isn't worth it. Again with Raven Van Drake the luck of everything that has come between all of these moments where you happen to think that within every deceitful moment that you happen to fear, that you happen to feel disdain towards, there is always someone to knock it all back down from the outs. You can see everything from the wings of a saint, but when it comes down to it all Raven, there is a difference between myself and you. Not the already apparent looks of each other and the simple fact that you have become a mime to everything going on in this match. Its the difference between what we do. You sit at home on your ass looking at the television and starring into the existence between frequency waves and photographic screens, you see the pictures of myself reciting the usual limbo of taking the mind into even greater lengths of deframentation. Sleeping back into the mouth of scorn is what you are doing Raven and right now Raven now is where you meet the end of everything for you will be like many men who end up coming toe to toe with some people and lose, they instantly become hooked to the goals of endless waltz.

|::|The sun stands up lightly as the purple of the darkness starts to fade away as Drake casual stands up from his sitting position, wiping away the sand that was on his jeans and disposing of it by placing it back onto the ground where it was once before. |::|

|::| As Drake starts walking down the ends of the beach, a young woman cloaked in the ebony halter top and the jeans comes up to Drake and taps him on his shoulder. Drake turns and sees her standing there looking at him as they embrace. He smiles as they begin walking down the ends of the beach hand in hand. |::|

Amy: Having a good day?

Drake: Yeah knowing that tonight I debut in the FWF and on Wednesday knowing that I have a Maximus title shot, the equivalent of the Hardcore title. Chris Cane once was something, and now he isn't. He is now just another name floating down the streams that is carried around just to make him feel like he is actually something. So soon as I take the Maximus title, he will be nothing more than a name traveling without recognition.

Amy: Well good for you Drake, I see that you feel welcome by the challenge?

Drake: Who said it was ever a challenge?

|::| As the two of them continue their walk along the beach, the time for talk is over and Showdown is on the horizon, now is it time for Drake to start his journey towards center stage or down his dissent of oblivion? Fade |::|

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