Post by INFINITE PRO. on Aug 30, 2022 20:49:06 GMT
Alcohol is poured into a glass, sloshing a bit before the bottle is thumped down before the glass is lifted and drained. A hiss, and Drake wipes his hand across his mouth before he grabs for the bottle to pour another. Then he leans back, frowning as what sounded like 'Don't Fear the Reaper' played in the background. He gestured, pointing with the glass before he speaks in that low rumble of his.
'What they should call you is 'la sanguijuela', because that is what you really are. You see as soon as I looked at the card and I saw your name? I knew exactly, exactly what I had to look forward to. And you? You didn't disappoint, you see all of you people? You mock us, you think yourselves so very fucking clever, right? But the fact is? You're all boring, you're predictable, you all pull the same bloody shit over and over again. And you know what? The only thing you probably got right in your little whatever it was, mate? He probably did whisper in someone's ear.'
Drake shrugged broad shoulders.
'He has always been big on penance, yeah. But you see here's the thing, la sanguijuela. I don't want to bore you with details, and I know you won't care. But facts are? Once upon a time, people like you? You were what we hated the most, entitled, spoiled, thinking all of their little titles, all of their little championships made them something. But facts are facts? The titles don't mean shit do they? That took me a long time to understand. But they are just dumb luck, they are just little political games, and deals. The best wrestler could never have one, and the worst? The worst could be a two time X-crown champion, yeah?'
He drained his drink, and then he flung the glass aside. A few patrons looked up and then glanced away as he grabbed the bottle, and he took a swig.
'You sit there and harp about your father, and then you ride the coat tails of Zoran? And tell me about your talent? What talent is that, leech? Being a blood sucking piece of shit? Riding your betters? You think I am going to overlook you because of your size, leech boy? Have you taken a look around Donzig-gun? Have you looked at them? Really looked? Donzig is not a big man, he is not exactly what we would call a giant is he? But how many people on these network are lining up to take their shot at him. Fuck all, mate, he is not even the biggest guy in Donzig-gun. But do you see Mormo or Moloch pushing their luck? Do you see me pushing my luck? Shit, mate, his second in command is smaller still.'
Drake smirks, and he waves the bottle.
'And la sanguijuela, mate. Listen to me, not a one of us will cross the Baroness. And if you think I am mad at you and your shit? I bet she would give her eyes to get her hands on you. But you can't read the room can you? You just look at me, and you go 'oh big man just use his size' if that is the kind of pro tips that your old man or Zoran is giving you? Shit.'
Drake laughed, shaking his head before he took another drink. He wiped his beard, and he glared around the bar before he leaned forward again on the table.
'Minions? You think we're minions? No, mate. This is a pack, and like a pack we will wear you down. We will run you to ground, and when you're exhausted? When you're worn out, and you can't take anymore? When you have no choice but to stand and fight? We will cut you down, you think you're a king? You're not even a fucking man, la sanguijuela. Lucky for you though? The kill goes to the greatest in station, and the mark of the Scourge is on you.'
Drake frowned, and then he lifted the bottle to take another swallow. Then he pointed again, the bottle's contents sloshing as he shook his head.
'You talk about your father, yeah? You talk about your mentor? My old man never understood me, he didn't understand why I wouldn't piss my life away working some nine to five to save the family estate. And so I left, I went to a fucking war to get away from him! We never said goodbye! Then I came back, and I did what I had to do to! And at my darkest point one man came and he gave me a new fucking life, yeah? He took me under his wing, and he trained me! He gave me everything he had, and he never asked fuck all but my loyalty!'
Drake scowled.
'I turned my back on him, and crawled into a bottle! And he saved me again! And that is the father, that is the mentor I chose! And so I sat here and I said nothing when he picked a piece of shit entitled legacy over rated egomaniac like you to walk into a war at his side! He offered the three of you fucking immortality, he offered you the fucking future! And you all FAILED HIM! Yeah, yeah, El Rey! Because you wanted to what? Hit Dylan? You could have defeated the greatest force the XHF has ever seen! But all you wanted was to hit Dylan Black? You're a fucking child, mate.'
The bottle was drained, and Drake flung it across the bar.
'You want a match? You want to prove I am not a roadblock? I don't want any of these things. I don't even want a fucking win!I want to fucking hurt you. I am coming for no less of a reason to kick your ass, la sanguijuela! And if your mentor gets in my way? I'll feed him his own knife.'
'What they should call you is 'la sanguijuela', because that is what you really are. You see as soon as I looked at the card and I saw your name? I knew exactly, exactly what I had to look forward to. And you? You didn't disappoint, you see all of you people? You mock us, you think yourselves so very fucking clever, right? But the fact is? You're all boring, you're predictable, you all pull the same bloody shit over and over again. And you know what? The only thing you probably got right in your little whatever it was, mate? He probably did whisper in someone's ear.'
Drake shrugged broad shoulders.
'He has always been big on penance, yeah. But you see here's the thing, la sanguijuela. I don't want to bore you with details, and I know you won't care. But facts are? Once upon a time, people like you? You were what we hated the most, entitled, spoiled, thinking all of their little titles, all of their little championships made them something. But facts are facts? The titles don't mean shit do they? That took me a long time to understand. But they are just dumb luck, they are just little political games, and deals. The best wrestler could never have one, and the worst? The worst could be a two time X-crown champion, yeah?'
He drained his drink, and then he flung the glass aside. A few patrons looked up and then glanced away as he grabbed the bottle, and he took a swig.
'You sit there and harp about your father, and then you ride the coat tails of Zoran? And tell me about your talent? What talent is that, leech? Being a blood sucking piece of shit? Riding your betters? You think I am going to overlook you because of your size, leech boy? Have you taken a look around Donzig-gun? Have you looked at them? Really looked? Donzig is not a big man, he is not exactly what we would call a giant is he? But how many people on these network are lining up to take their shot at him. Fuck all, mate, he is not even the biggest guy in Donzig-gun. But do you see Mormo or Moloch pushing their luck? Do you see me pushing my luck? Shit, mate, his second in command is smaller still.'
Drake smirks, and he waves the bottle.
'And la sanguijuela, mate. Listen to me, not a one of us will cross the Baroness. And if you think I am mad at you and your shit? I bet she would give her eyes to get her hands on you. But you can't read the room can you? You just look at me, and you go 'oh big man just use his size' if that is the kind of pro tips that your old man or Zoran is giving you? Shit.'
Drake laughed, shaking his head before he took another drink. He wiped his beard, and he glared around the bar before he leaned forward again on the table.
'Minions? You think we're minions? No, mate. This is a pack, and like a pack we will wear you down. We will run you to ground, and when you're exhausted? When you're worn out, and you can't take anymore? When you have no choice but to stand and fight? We will cut you down, you think you're a king? You're not even a fucking man, la sanguijuela. Lucky for you though? The kill goes to the greatest in station, and the mark of the Scourge is on you.'
Drake frowned, and then he lifted the bottle to take another swallow. Then he pointed again, the bottle's contents sloshing as he shook his head.
'You talk about your father, yeah? You talk about your mentor? My old man never understood me, he didn't understand why I wouldn't piss my life away working some nine to five to save the family estate. And so I left, I went to a fucking war to get away from him! We never said goodbye! Then I came back, and I did what I had to do to! And at my darkest point one man came and he gave me a new fucking life, yeah? He took me under his wing, and he trained me! He gave me everything he had, and he never asked fuck all but my loyalty!'
Drake scowled.
'I turned my back on him, and crawled into a bottle! And he saved me again! And that is the father, that is the mentor I chose! And so I sat here and I said nothing when he picked a piece of shit entitled legacy over rated egomaniac like you to walk into a war at his side! He offered the three of you fucking immortality, he offered you the fucking future! And you all FAILED HIM! Yeah, yeah, El Rey! Because you wanted to what? Hit Dylan? You could have defeated the greatest force the XHF has ever seen! But all you wanted was to hit Dylan Black? You're a fucking child, mate.'
The bottle was drained, and Drake flung it across the bar.
'You want a match? You want to prove I am not a roadblock? I don't want any of these things. I don't even want a fucking win!I want to fucking hurt you. I am coming for no less of a reason to kick your ass, la sanguijuela! And if your mentor gets in my way? I'll feed him his own knife.'