Drake:"Ahhh...nothing like a hot shower to clear your head. I suppose I better prepare for my match this week. I can't beleive it's my first week and I already landed a spot on the Pay-Per-Veiw. I guess they recognized pure talent."
Drake grabbed a pair of pants, slipped them on, and walked toward the gym. It wasn't the finest training facility he had ever seen but it would do. Drake picked up a set of dumbbells and started to lift. Drake couldn't help noticing that his first match was going to be interesting. A fist full of glass match wasn't exactly on the corriculum at the Texas Wrestling Academy. Although he had gone through some of the most hardcore training imaginable, Drake knew that this match was going to not only be tough, but also show the owners just how hardcore he could be. Drake set down the dumbbells and walked over to the TV. He changed the channel to Cartoon Network and saw some show he didn't recognize.
Drake:"What happened to the good, old cartoons? Great, violent peices of animation that molded us into the people we are today. Let's face it, would our country had won all of these foreign wars if we had grown up watching this crap? Tom and Jerry, Droopy, Thundercats, The Flinstones....were have you gone?"
Angry, Drake turned off the TV and went to the water cooler. He started to think about his opponent...Marcus Knight, but try as he might he couldn't remember ever hearing of him before. He must be another new guy. Drake scoffed at the idea of being beaten by a newbie. Drake new that he was already on a level comparable to the champions of this business. As he thought this a young woman entered the room. She was wearing a pair of shorts, that even Drake thought were a little too short, and a sports bra.
Young Woman:" Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that anyone else was in here."
Drake:"No problem, Babe. I don't mind sharing."
Drake watched, entranced, as she climbed onto the Stairmaster. Her legs started to move and he noticed that the view was not quite as pleasant as he expected. From back here you could se muscles moving that no man should ever have to see. He walked quickly out of the gym and went back to his room. Although horrified, Drake now had the strangest craving for a roast beef sandwich. He slipped on a t-shit and went to his bike. Drake hopped on the back of his custom 2002 Harley-Davidson Screamin' Eagle Softail and road towards Arby's. Along the way his mind wandered. Drake new that he had to prove his worth quickly in this proffesion. He had gotten the idea to join POW from his good friend Joel Artimes. Joel had been there through Drake's training at TWA and had made sure that he didn't give up.
Drake arrived at Arby's and went through the drive-thru. He ordered a Giant Roast Beef sandwich and a Coke. After receiving his food, Drake pulled his bike over to a parking spot and leaned up against a light pole to eat. Drake started to think about his opponent and his upcoming match.
Drake:"I don't know much about this looney tune that claims to be the Nightmare of POW. But I will say this. I am here for one reason and that is to become the greatest champion in history. I don't need a belt to be that kind of guy. The belt is just a result of my talents. In reality it's just a belt with a piece of gold tin on it. Nothing more than that. At Hardcore Heaven I will show the world what Drake Blackwood is all about. It's not perfection that I want. I just want to be something more. In TWA I was bred as a machine, and now here is where I unleash the finished product. I will not be beaten by someone who likes to sit in the dark and talk about how bad the world is. That's a dream. this isn't a dream, it's reality, and in reality his ass is mine."
