Triple Threat

Triple Threat
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Drake Blackwood

Triple Threat

Drake walked into the bathroom of his apartment and walked up to the mirror. He wiped the blood pouring from the fresh wound on his forehead away from his eyes and sighed. After washing off he grabbed his blue jean jacket and walked out into the hallway. Drake stepped over the two men lying knocked out on the floor and walked toward the vending machines. It was one of the old vending machines from the 80's where you made your choice and pulled the lever to receive you drink. Drake inserted his money into the machine and chose an IBC rootbeer. As drake popped the top on his drink he was pushed from behind. He turned around to find a large man, about 7 feet tall with his long black hair tied back. The man lifted his baseball bat and swung at Drake's head. Drake managed to duck just in time and the bat smashed through the front of the vending machine. Drake kicked the behemoth in the kneecaps and he screamed in pain. As the large man started to rise back up he was struck in the back of the head with his baseball bat.
Drake: "Now go tell Marcus that I'll have the rent when I get paid and he should just deal with it!"
Thug: "Yes, Mr.Blackwood."
Drake finished his rootbeer and walked back inside. He went to the T.V. and turned it on. He saw a promo for his opponent Bad. As Drake watched he couldn't help but laugh at a few of the things that Bad said.
Drake: "Fake Blackwood? That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard. God forbid I face someone with an IQ above 75."
Drake turns toward the camera and his expression changes from one of annoyance to a slight grin>
Drake: "Bad, I want you to know something. You may think that you're the Undertaker's replacement or some other bullsh*t. Really you're a hack. You can't come up with you're own gimmick so you copy one off of another wrestler. That's just sad. I have nothing to more to say to you besides may you hope that I decide to have mercy on you Thursday. As for you "Mr.Xtreme", you are next in line for an ass kicking. I want that title shot and the way I see it you're my only competition. I want to wish you good luck ,Luke, because everyone watching at home knows that you'll need it. The POW is in for a surprise this week and I can't wait for the world to see what I have up my sleeve. The world will soon realize that I am going to be the greatest champion this organization has ever known."
Drake winked at the camera and got up out of his recliner. He left his apartment noticing that the two thugs that were lying on the ground had apparently regained conciousness and moved on. The hallway of Drake's aprtment building was a depressing one. The floral wallpaper was faded and peeling. The lights flickered with each step. Just a few more steady weeks and Drake would have enough money to move. He walked out of the apartment building and saw a hot-dog vender outside. Drake bought a veggie dog and sat down on a park bench to eat. As Drake was eating a man in a hoodie came running in his direction. Drake saw that a cop was chasing the man and Drake stuck out his foot just in time to trip the assailant as he came running past. He smacked his face on the ground and the cop slapped a pair of handcuffs on him before he could get up. The cop tipped his hat to Drake and walked off.
Drake: "Their we are. That's my good deed for the day."

"I will make my mark!"