Drake:"Good Morning, I'm Drake Blackwood. After watching the last broadcast by my upcoming opponent last night I am truly afraid. Afraid that I may have to kick his ass. If life is so bad for this psychopath why doesn't he just kill himself and spare us the trouble of having to hear him wine. Jesus Christ! Don't we have enough bastards bitching in our own lives to have to listen to someone else's problems. I have gone through hard times as well my disturbing little friend. My music career hit rock bottom, I lost my wife, I have no love left in me."
Just as Drake accents the last word the toilet flushes and a young woman steps out. She smiles nervously at the camera before walking over and kissing Drake on the cheek.
Drake:"Money's on the table, Babe."
Whore:"Oh, no charge for that magic last night."
The girl leaves the room and Drake smiles at the camera.
Drake:"Well, maybe I have a little love left. Anyway, back to topic. Marcus Knight, you may think that you're ready to face Drake Blackwood. Well, the truth is that the POW isn't even ready for what I have to offer. The world will soon realize that I am the most powerful athlete in this business, in the world!"
As Drake finishes his sentence fire bursts up from the floor around him.
Drake smiles as the cameraman clutches his heart
Drake:"You like that, I set it up just before you came in. I used to be the pyro guy for my band, Saitan's Bitches. Anyway, I have seen many men fall to the ground in pain. I have seen a grown man cry for mercy. I have seen hell split open in my own back yard, but I grin and bear it. In the end what we do is insognificant. We are just another animal on this rock floating through the universe. If you don't like it deal with it. I don't like you. You just piss me off. And come Hardcore Heaven I will make you see just how cruel the real world really is when you get a fist full of glass!You may cry, you may beg, but mercy will not come!"
Drake sits on the bed to cool down. He reaches for a granola bar sitting on his table and takes a large bite. Drake chews it and stands back up.
Drake:"Sorry about that, I guess my sugar was a little low.As I was saying, People who bitch and wine all the time make me a little hot-headed. They should just be happy they are homeless, or dying of some horrible disease, or even just unemployed.The world is a wonderful place, even though shit happens. We should all accept that. That is my message to you, Marcus Knight. Now I have a message for the POW, I shed my blood, sweat and tears. I did everything that needed to be done to make it to this business. Now I make my mark. Now I make history!"
FADE TO BLACK
