Post by ~The Fallen Fiend~ on Aug 16, 2011 9:20:16 GMT -5
Character Key
Steven Pirece
Lance Diamond/Pirece
Dustin/Drake Diamond
Alayna Diamond
Angel Love
Lisa Erikson
Kristine Otto
....Part 1
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
The scene fades in with Steven Pierce on the phone, as the spiraling cord is wobbling from him shaking. "You can't do this to me Lisa, you promised me I would get to see my baby."
Dustin paused and lit the end of his long expensive looking bong as he listened to her on the other end. She was spitting back at him about how she has to work unlike some people.
Steven picked up his favorite custom made bong that Micheal had bought him for his 18th birthday, and he tossed it across the hallway he was sitting in and shouted in the phone. "Fuck you! Do you watch me bleed for the money I make?! Do you feel the pain I put myself through! All the time I am jumping from city to city looking for a face that reminds me of you! Fuck you ... fucking bitch!"
He took the phone and slammed it against his skull several times and then slammed both his fist against the floor accidently slamming his forearms into the broken bong glass. He screamed as the pain shot up his body and he heard Lisa on the other end of the phone scream at him' what's wrong? 'Steven?!'
*BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...**BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...*
Dustin Diamond the man that once was just a plain average Joe, well who are we kidding he was never an average joe was he? This man was born into a traveling family of wrestlers that worked the Eastern territories. As the wrestling promoters grew more and more greedy and territories collided together more and more peopel started to sign with bigger companies. Then a man named Steven Peirce I and his three songs, Lance, Steven Jr., and Micheal Peirce all started preforming and promoting themselves as the Diamonds.
*BUZZ...
Steven Peirce I aka The Diamond Man, he was the father and therefore lead them.
*BUZZ...
Lance Peirce aka 'The Hardcore Diamond' Lance Diamond, the oldest and most willing to sacrifice himself for glory.
*BUZZ...
Steven Peirce II & Micheal Peirce aka Dustin & Mike Diamond, the two brothers that should have been born at the hip, but were separated by ten years.
*BUZZ...*SMACK*
"Alright ya fucking alarm! I'm up!" Dustin slide to the side of his bed wearing pajama pants and got up as he hit his answering machine and opened the fridge. It had nothing in it, but condiments and bottles of Corona. Dustin took a bottle and opened it as he started the day with his favorite beverage.
*Beeb... Mister Peirce, this is Miss Roisin Buxton with Insane Wrestling Society. We'd like you to compete at our pay per view Lunar Madness on August twenty- first. It will be for the eXtinction Championship match, we are hoping to hear from you. Thank you for your time. --- *Beep...
Dustin chuckled and took another drink from his beer. He walked out of his hotel room and onto the balcony, often times he thought about just leaning back on the railing and begging gravity to make him slip. The hardest thing he ever went through was losing his baby brother, and then a woman he though he was going to marry refused to move away with him. He looked at the scars on his arms from where they had been slammed into a broken bong. At the time it had been a horrible thing, he had destroyed a piece of Mike when he destroyed that bong. The two had been the two brothers that were always rolling high. Mike was younger and didn't have a care in the world, Dustin was quiet and always kept and eye on his loud mouth little brother. Nobody picked a fight with Mike because they were too afraid of Dustin beating them to a pulp. Dustin took another drink after chuckling and then spoke to himself. "Yeah I remember being that way, Mike kept me grounded. I never forget that about my brother, this kid reminds me of me when we were that age. It's my fault, I let ya down as an elder brother, I was the one that killed you. If I could take your place I would, I feel like trying, but that's probably just the drugs and alcohol talking.... man this headache is brutal."
Dustin walked into the hotel room and into the lush looking bath room as his answering machine clicked on.
*Beep...Mister Peirce this is Donna at the clinic, your brother Lance is here, he was found unconscious in his New York apartment yesterday. We found your emergency contact in his wallet, and are calling to let you know he is at the ..."
Dustin rushed out of the bathroom so fast he hit the wall and wrote down the address of the hospital. Lance was healthy as an ox, what the hell would he have to have passed out over. He was anything but an addict as well, so Dustin's head starts to pound thinking of what is wrong with his brother as he tossed on a coat and his boots and rushed out the door heading to the hospital...
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Dustin is walking down the hospital hall way avoiding the eyes of the nurses as he passes. The one at the front desk listen to him as he asked where Lance was and she took him to the room. He looked in at his brother, his long blonde hair was under him and his bright blue eyes were closed at the moment. Lance was the one out of the three boys that had the most wrinkles and stress appear on his face, but usually he still was the one with the winning smile. Dustin walked into the room and looked at Lance as he heard him and opened his eyes smiling.
"Hey brother, what brings you by?" Lance asked him and then coughed, he had a tube in his throat and oxygen hooked up to his nose.
"What ya mean, what brings me here. What brings you here Lance?" Dustin motioned to the hospital bed and the fact that Lance was in it.
"Ah, well... a year ago I was diagnosed Steven... I have throat cancer..." Lance didn't get anymore words out Dustin punched him as hard as he could in the nose with his right fist.
Lance screamed as did Dustin as the hit hurt his fist as much as it had Lance's nose. Dustin held onto his hurt fingers and shouted at Lance. "You son of a bitch! Why didn't you tell me before now..."
Dustin was beside himself that headache from earlier was coming back. Alayna disappeared on him, he came home one night and found a letter that said Adam was in the hospital. Good the little shit deserves to be in the hospital. Dustin would never have had to start taking pain killers for his knee if it hadn't been for mister McGavin. His daughter wouldn't be 21yr old and heading down the same damn road as him if it was not for Mister Mcgavin.
"Look Steven, I'm sorry, I been fighting it I quit smoking and everything, but it was just too bad. You are the first one i have told at all. I'm hoping I get to see that grand baby born before I lose..."
"Don't say that, just don't fucking say that Lance. You still got a boy, and shit." Dustin is starting to feel his eyes well up, but his face is nearly emotionless.
Lance shook his head. "No I'm not going to make it... I can just feel it Steve. I was hoping Junior would settle down by now, and slow down, but he is only in his early twenties I guess that would be a lot to ask of him. So I settled for the fact that little Alayna is having a baby. Yeah she might not be with the best guy in the world, but he can't be that bad if Alayna cares about him."
Dustin couldn't say anything, his daughter and Adam were just young and dumb right now. In a few years this would all catch up with them heavy he already went through it. First it will be the career ordeal, one has to stay home and the other doesn't. Then it will be a lack of seeing one another, and or communication.
Then your friends will say she is not being faithful to you and for the life of you just can't bare asking her yourself. So you end up crying on the shoulder of some girl in a bar and before you know it you are waking up next to that woman naked.
"Steve, you alright bro?" Lance asked snapping Dustin out of it a little bit.
"What? Yeah I am fine, I ... I got a call from Roisin Buxton. They want me to make an appearance." Dustin looked at the ground.
"You think you can?" Lance knew how badly injured his brother was last time he wrestled and the amount of pain pills he was on to just wake up in the morning.
"Yeah, I met this kid, he wears a mask and hangs out with some loud mouth that leaps before he looks. It... it reminds me of Mike and I in a way." Dustin slightly smiled a little as he thought about the current eXtinction champion, Paroxysm reminded him of himself quiet and follows that loud Adian Cash around. Dustin hadn't had much else to do and followed Mike around to the strip clubs and bars. Most of the time Dustin had been on the pay phone with Lisa Erikson, she was a woman he met when he was in the UK.
"You are not doing this so Lisa will call you again are you? You know going to clubs with a girl nearly as old as your daughter and hanging out with a few kids that remind you of being young." Lance raised his brow.
Dustin shook his head. "Fuck her, no I'm not doing it so Lisa will take me back. I stopped doing that when Alayna was seventeen. It killed me to leave my baby with her, but I am a wrestler. That woman never understood that about me, I bleed for her, sweated for her, I lost a lot out there in that ring and it was mostly for her and our daughter and a future we could have and then she snapped it all away from me and all I had left was my job. Where did I go with that anyway? I was just a name to put on the marquee, I never got put in anything important. Everyone thinks I am washed up. Lance this match would be for the eXtinction title, that is one step down from the universe Championship. Making a return like this and on top of that beating the secondary champion... no winning the secondary title. That would be a big statement on the Diamond name."
Lance knew there wouldn't be any convincing his brother to stay in retirement. He nodded his head at Dustin. "Yeah then go for it. I've been the heavyweight champion before in ECWA, people know me as a hardcore legend. I know how you feel I still miss him too Steve. Mike would be proud even if you really did retire and walk off into the sun set."
Dustin took a deep breath. "Yeah I know, but I want to walk off with a championship to show him when I get there."
Dustin spoke more with Lance as the scene fades out.
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....Part 2
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves descending down
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?
The scene opens up on Drake and he held the phone up to his ear. He is breathing heavily and listen to the ring on the receiver, he hates these new cell phones so he still used an old land line set up. The phone clicked and he heard a female voice answer.
Alayna picked up the phone
Alayna Diamond: Hello?
Drake chuckled a little he liked to hear his little girl's voice, she had a habit of slightly sounding like her mother. "Hello sweetheart, so how are you? Angel told me, that she drove you to the hospital, and I was just at the hospital myself actually. Your uncle just told me he has throat cancer, and has for about a yr now... that got me thinking Alayna... it really did, so how long have you been seeing this boy? Huh?"
His voice was nearly shaking, but was more like an icy wind that sent chills don your back. He held up his revolver and spun the chambers. "First it was Mike, and then your mother, and now Lance, and his boy... you going to leave me to aren't ya?"
The spinning sound of the chambers, then it stops and there is a pause before hearing a click of the trigger. "That's one sweetheart, infatuated with a boy that tried to end my life huh? Just so he could spit on the grave when I am dead... How is that the act of a daughter, um... how does a daughter hate her daddy so much?"
Alayna hear her father and her eyes widened as she heard the sound of the gun, she paused as she started to panic, tears streamed down her cheek and she started to cry.
Alayna Diamond: I don't hate you"
Drake laughed even harder and took the phone bouncing it hard off the front of hit skull, He jumped back banging his head against the wall twice and put the phone back to his ear. "Ya see, that is just what she did...I'm going to have to do another one now because you lied to me baby."
Drake took another shot of his Greek Ouzo, he shook his head as the aftertaste hit him and then he punched his knee before going back to his Russian Roulette.
spinning sound, then it stops and there is a pause before hearing a click. "Two now, feeling a bit edgy sweetheart? I'm not it's alright you don't need my advise anymore right, hey don't cry about daddy! Once Daddy is dead you don't have to worry about anything right?"
Alayna was sitting there tears pouring down her face.
Alayna Diamond: I don't hate you at all. I do need you.”
Drake took another shot of his Greek Ouzo, he shook his head as the aftertaste hit him this time he started laughing. Drake smacked the butt of his pistol off his right temple and putting a cut at the tip of his right eye. "GOD DAMN IT! You are killing me child!"
He pause before hearing a click. "See Three, and I am playing nice... now I am done... so ONE...we're halfway there and I hit the restart button for you. If I remember then you lied to me for your personal vendetta didn't you? I am your father not a tool to be used... I suppose Adam told you to do that to me huh? What? Didn't he? You told me Shane was the father, and that was a lie, so you are a lair Alayna...you lie to your daddy. I said not to cry either."
He gritted his teeth as he felt like he was pinning from the world stopping, his vision was starting to go and he was barley able to hold the phone up to his ear.
((Mister Diamond? ... Are you alright Mister Diamond? ))
Drake felt his head swimming this damn Greek Ouzo is empty! He throws the bottle and listens to it smash hard against the wall, he pressed himself up stumbling to get to his cabinet that holds all his bottles. He heard Alayna was now in hysterics as she sobbed with tears pouring down her face.
Alayna Diamond: Yes a slight lie I didn't do that for you. I wanted to get back at Shane for what he did. Nothing to do with you."
Drake paused and shook his head as he leaned against his forearm now on top of the counter, what was he going to have to do? He pulled up the bottle his hand found and looked at it. Japanese Sake, that's perfect, smooth sailing. "Nah see you are me so everything about you has to do with me, so that is also another lie to your daddy."
He clicked the trigger and slightly chuckled to himself and spoke back to Alayna. "How ya feeling now? Should I stop now? We're getting really close baby... how much longer you want me here with you?"
((*Females giggle* Mister Diamond? ... Are you going to be ok? ))
Drake looked at his bottle and kissed it, he liked the green glass bottle and the sweet taste of the liquor. On the other end of the phone he sensed Alayna was shaking badly as the tear were staining her face, it was evident inside her voice as she spoke.
Alayna Diamond: "No its not a lie. Yes please stop (She begged him) I want you here all the time."
Drake slightly smirked he still held the barrel of his gun to his bald head and thought for a second as he listen to his daughter crying and begging him to stop. He used to do this with her mother when she pissed him off, it was the only time he could ever take Lisa seriously, she thought she was some tough ass, but she wasn't. To be a Diamond you got to be as cold as ice and able to burn things in your path like a wildfire.
"Oh really? Why do you want me here, I want to hear a good reason? I'm not a champion, I am not young anymore? You think this boy is able to take care of you right, or you are in no need of me, just taking off to be with him, what did I say would happen if you moved out? What did I say, and here you are..." He pointed at the phone and shot his gun the chamber blew off a shot straight into the receiver and nearly missing Drake's leg.
He titled his head and stood up as he could still hear her on the other end, but not she was not able to hear him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listen to her.
((Mister Diamond? ... Can you hear us Mister diamond?))
Drake looked at his Sake bottle, damn this is empty too, he looked at his hands and realized they were painted red, he looked up in the mirror at himself and seen red paint smeared all over his face, he must of been huffing he thought. He blacked out as his head thudded against the floor and all he seen was the image Alayna's sobbing painted for him. Alayna was sitting there shaking and crying she could hardly hold the phone.
Alayna Diamond: I do need you, I never had a father figure till I chose to come over here to be with you. I'm scared of what is coming. I can not do this alone."
Drake I won't leave you alone, I never said I would. This girl is stupid, it's her mother's fault I should have raised her. I should have raised her right.
Angel Love: "Steven?"
He thought he heard Angel's worried voice. Steven? He thinks. No... I'm Drake Diamond, I am not that loser. That loser lost to a punk, that nobody faded to black. I am ... I am just the ashes I am not extinct.
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Dustin was being rocked forward and backward by Angel, she was humming lightly and held her eyes shut. He looked around and then sat up as she opened her eyes feeling him get up. "Good, I thought something happen."
"No, no I'm fine. I think I just drank a bit too much, or smoked it or something. I'm alright Angel." She leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, he hesitated and then pat her on the back in an awkward way.
"I heard you are wrestling again, that is amazing. You don't understand how awesome that actually is. I could end up being your tag team partner, or they might even make me fight you." She giggled and playfully punched him in the shoulder. He forced himself to grin over at her.
"Oh yeah, heh. Well maybe, I am defiantly going to go into this match ready to raise hell I tell you what. So... what are you doing here, I thought you been hanging around with that Sandman, or something."
"The Sandman? Please, I just go clubbing with him that is nothing. why was you afraid that I was calling him daddy?" She giggled lightly.
This girl is nuts, but it's entertaining at least. Dustin thought to himself as he smirked and scratched his head slightly red from blushing. "Ah well, no not really. I really realized that I still got a lot in the tank Angel, fans like you and this guy Paroxysm. I shouldn't just give up and fade to black, I should give it a big bang when I go out. Ya know."
He noticed how she made a grimace face when he said Paroxysm. She crossed her arms and leaned back against to wall. "Oh, him... that was that masked guy in the bar that you took off with right? Those ladies you guys left there forced me to pay their bill saying that you told them I had your cards."
"Well you did have my cards." He swore he left his credit cards with her.
"NO I DIDN'T!" She screamed at him as she cluntched her fist and crossed her arms, she didn't want to start a physical fight with Dustin, but he had stiffed her with the bill for peopel she didn't even know.
Dustin blinked in shock that Angel was shouting at him. He really must have upset this young woman. He took a moment and spoke calmly. "Wow... I am really sorry, how much do I owe you for paying?"
"Nothing, I didn't have any money, they made me stay and wash dishes, and then I had to sweep and mop the floor to close up. I was cleaning off dirty tables, and emptying nasty trash cans. It was the worst thing I've ever done." He seen how the memory was horrible for her and put his strong arm around her.
"Aww it will be alright darling, look..." He reached into his back pocket and took out three of his credit cards.
"Those are yours now, just remember that if I call you have to come pick me up no matter where I am or what condition I am in." Angel smirked and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks daddy." She got up and walked away looking the credit cards over to see what type they were.
Dustin smirked, she was not his daughter, but he really liked her calling him daddy for some reason. He got up and headed into his den, he flipped on the tv and started watching the news. He seen that there were riots happening in London and felt his heart sink. He stood up and walked over to his desk where he searched for a number. He picked up the phone and started to dial. The number rings, and rings, and then a female English voice picked up.
"Hello?"
Dustin swallowed real hard and hung up the phone. Why had he called Lisa? He was worried she was dead, she could have been just a by standard during a riot attack he didn't know. His heart was pounding in his chest and he stood there trying to breath.
"Wow... I really need a drink." He said as he turned around and shut off the tv before he exited the room and went off to find some bar he could hang out at.
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We open up in a studio, the backdrop is white and in front of it is standing Miss Kristine Otto.
Beside Kristine is the ECWA tag team legend Dustin Diamond, he was wearing a black tee that reads "Arrive. Raise Hell. Leave."
Kristine smiles and looks at Dustin as she held the mic in her hand, he stood at least a foot taller then her and smirked back at her before she started talking.
"It's such a privlage to be asked to interview you Mister Diamond." She said nearly out of breath, he could tell she was nervous to be interviewing him.
"It's a privilege to be interviewed by a fine young lady, we are co-workers though so please no Mister Diamond." He shook his head, he wanted to try and be on the same level as everyone else. There was no need to treat him special when these younger athletes have proven more in this company then he has in most of his singles career.
"So Dustin..." She barely got out as Dustin spoke and interrupted her.
"Ah, see I will need to stop you there as well Kristine. I am sick of being assosiated with this..."
He held up a picture of the child actor Dustin Diamond.
"Ha-Ha, considering I came up with the name before him I could sue, but I am a nice guy I tell you what, and that would just be plain rude of me to take away all that fame and glory he has. The guy must be stinking rich, well ok he would have been if he was not such a loser. I Kristin am not a loser, I am a true Diamond." He takes the picture of Dustin Diamond and rips it up, he turns and shows the tribal tattoo on his right arm of a dragon.
"See this is something my brother and I had in common, we were both born under the year of the dragon. The current champion Paroxysm, I looked it up and he was born under the year of the Ox, so we can presume that this guy is at the core worthy of my respect. I been lost along the way and i come back swinging, this guy is the champ for a reason and I am not about to go in here not considering that. That is why I am shedding my skin, I'm unraveling a new type of Diamondback to slither through the ranks here in IWS, a new king in the skies above. I'm booked in this match as Dustin Diamond, but after Lunar Madness that is only going to be a name. I am going to be fighting as the king of reptiles, the master of the sky, I'm going out there as Drake Diamond, the next eXtinction champion." He crossed his arms as Kristine pulled the mic back to her own lips.
She seemed to stare at him in awe at his words as he spoke them with such intensity that she felt like she was being shook. "Wow, some people are also saying that this Jack Sinister is also looking good after he returned from a minor injury. Do you see him as being a threat?"
The new and improved Drake Diamond starts to chuckle at this and thinks about this little punk named Jack Sinister. He scratched the top of his bald head for a moment and then answered. "Jack is also an ox, perhaps the only thing Jack as in common with Paroxysm is that both of them will be marked with a loss after Lunar Madness. Paroxysm has shown me he can be respected, and not some snot nosed little punk that hasn't even hit puberty yet. Yeah, I get it son you never had a daddy, and you are a grandma's boy that is out to prove you are a man. I am here to tell you that you most certainly are not a man. Men bleed when there is no reason to, Men know when to keep their mouths shut no matter how much it hurts their pride. It's time that somebody around here taught everyone a lesson and I'm going to do that by not only whipping Jack around that ring, but I am going to do the same to Paroxysm just in case he ever questions rather I still go it or not. Some people might be saying that, and that I am just a novelty act, but I'm not. I put my pants on the same as everyone else and I go out to the ring and bing the house down... why, because I am a Diamond. I am a girl's best friend and a man's worst enemy. After Lunar Madness, I will also be adding... and the IWS eXtinction champ."
He shared a chuckle with Miss Otto as she smiled and pulled back the mic. "Well I will be rooting for you and watching, good luck to you Du... I mean Drake."
"I don't need luck, I need some boose, do you know where the nearest bar or market is?"
The scene fades out as Kristin shut off the mic and started to explain directions to Drake on how to get to the nearest bar from the studio.
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The scene opened up in a honky tonk style of bar in some Ohio town. These people don't have anything to do, but drink their lives away...sounds like Drake Diamond's kind of people. Not to mention, that I did say honky tonk, so half these people are missing most of their teeth and think they need to shave their head and act tough like our protagonist.
Now the man known to his family as Steven Pierce is no longer that little dork Dustin Diamond, he is evolved to a master of myth, the most powerful fiend that is in legend and honored in the sky. New and improved Drake Diamond sits at a dark corner and drinking his pitcher of beer from the tap. His bar buddy Angel Love is on the floor dancing with guys drooling over her. They should be, she is the most perfect creation that even Drake has ever seen, her platinum blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Perfectly tan and build just like a Greek goddess would be. Her youth jumps off of her with the energy that she seems to spit out. Drake smirked as he watched her, he knew that she was still in awe that she was ... dating...
Are we dating? I just go drinking with her and give her my credit cards, and I guess we do have some pretty long nights that lead to me waking up and realizing I broke my promise to myself not to sleep with her. Drake thought this a sighed before drowning out his guilt with some more beer. "Ten years of sobriety!"
He nodded at the group of men sitting at a table next to him. They lifted their glasses and cheered the toast then all downed their beer. Drake smirked thinking that is not really something to drink to. He'd worked hard on becoming sober and clean, he had done everything he could to prove to his ex that he was changed and able to be a father, yet she refused to take him back and let him be a part of their daughter's life. What would he have done if Alayna hadn't moved out here when she was eighteen? What would he have done if she hadn't written him letters when she found him at seventeen?
He took another drink and then looked up as Angel was approaching him, her body was moist from sweat and it made her skin glisten under the dull lights. Her lack of clothes only caught attention and Drake knows it's the type she wants. She is by no form of the imagination an easy woman, she just goes after what she wants.
"Hey, why you look so glum?" She asked as she sat down next to him and kissed him on the side of the cheek and chugged down her beer. Drake smirked she must be thirsty as he watched her throat move from downing the liquid.
"Uh... It's just the way I look I suppose." He chuckled his ex even used to tell him he looked like a sad clown all the time. He didn't like that he couldn't get her out of her head, they have been separated for ten years. It was true she probably felt like it was longer, he had gotten shipped back to America and promised to write her, but he is bad at doing addresses. He called her all the time, but between the drinking and parties Mike had him doing and the expensive cost of calling the UK he couldn't keep up with it, the time difference never helped matters. He would call her when she was at work, or at 3am and wake her up. Before too long Lisa had stopped picking up her phone, he wrote her letters and she never wrote back.
Drake smirked, then one day he got a letter saying he was going to be a father. There was other stuff it said, but that was mostly it. He flew back to England to find her, he promised that they would be a family and he would clean up his act. Of course Mike would never let that happen, if you are not doing something he always said, then you are better off dead. He slightly smiled remembering his brothers dumb attitude and poured more beer out of the pitcher into his glass. He seen Angel smirk as she held her glass out for him to refill it.
"I'm not your bitch." He said at her smirking.
"I know, but I am really thirsty and the bar is so far away, please big daddy." She pouted and he gave into her and poured her a glass. She gave him all the time in the world and catered to his schedule just as long as he paid attention to her when she was around.
Drake set down the pitcher and watched as the people on the dance floor paused as the song changed, Angel stood up and shouted in excitement took a gulp of her drink and rushed back onto the dance floor. She knew better then to ask Drake to dance with her, he was there for support and company.
He stared at his beer and thought about this next match, Jack Sinister is not a problem, he is just a pimple, Paroxysm though he is fast, real fast. Drake's mind always though of his match and how it could go, when your mind is slowed down from drinking you can think of every angle to look at. Paroxysm's finisher he thinks, Cradle Piledriver... "I've had a piledriver done to me a time or two, mhm."
He took a drink of his freshly poured glass and thought. This guy also has a front flip into a Guillotine Leg Drop... "Yep called the Marie Antoinette.. heh... this guy likes to work the neck. Heh that's good so do I. I'll need to stomp out that base to slow him down, or knock him for a loop real good. This is a ladder match and tends to favor the quicker people. I am like a diamondback though, just hang around and pick my spot and retreat out of harms way if there is any and poof swim away."
Drake laughed lightly to himself, there is something to be said for being slow and steady then fast and volatile. Both of these guys have Drake in the youth department, both of them have no ring rust like Drake. Yet this title could be that injection of life for his dead life, dead career, and ... maybe it could spark a new life into his dead relationship. Everything around Drake feels dead anymore, why not keep company with some metal and leather, something cold and something... dead.
Extinction might be the perfect name for a title held by Drake, that's what people say he is. Yes he is breathing, but a person is more then just flesh and bone, a person is something Drake hasn't been for a long time. Drake is The Serpentine Fiend and he can do anything.
Steven Pirece
Lance Diamond/Pirece
Dustin/Drake Diamond
Alayna Diamond
Angel Love
Lisa Erikson
Kristine Otto
....Part 1
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
The scene fades in with Steven Pierce on the phone, as the spiraling cord is wobbling from him shaking. "You can't do this to me Lisa, you promised me I would get to see my baby."
Dustin paused and lit the end of his long expensive looking bong as he listened to her on the other end. She was spitting back at him about how she has to work unlike some people.
Steven picked up his favorite custom made bong that Micheal had bought him for his 18th birthday, and he tossed it across the hallway he was sitting in and shouted in the phone. "Fuck you! Do you watch me bleed for the money I make?! Do you feel the pain I put myself through! All the time I am jumping from city to city looking for a face that reminds me of you! Fuck you ... fucking bitch!"
He took the phone and slammed it against his skull several times and then slammed both his fist against the floor accidently slamming his forearms into the broken bong glass. He screamed as the pain shot up his body and he heard Lisa on the other end of the phone scream at him' what's wrong? 'Steven?!'
*BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...**BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...*
Dustin Diamond the man that once was just a plain average Joe, well who are we kidding he was never an average joe was he? This man was born into a traveling family of wrestlers that worked the Eastern territories. As the wrestling promoters grew more and more greedy and territories collided together more and more peopel started to sign with bigger companies. Then a man named Steven Peirce I and his three songs, Lance, Steven Jr., and Micheal Peirce all started preforming and promoting themselves as the Diamonds.
*BUZZ...
Steven Peirce I aka The Diamond Man, he was the father and therefore lead them.
*BUZZ...
Lance Peirce aka 'The Hardcore Diamond' Lance Diamond, the oldest and most willing to sacrifice himself for glory.
*BUZZ...
Steven Peirce II & Micheal Peirce aka Dustin & Mike Diamond, the two brothers that should have been born at the hip, but were separated by ten years.
*BUZZ...*SMACK*
"Alright ya fucking alarm! I'm up!" Dustin slide to the side of his bed wearing pajama pants and got up as he hit his answering machine and opened the fridge. It had nothing in it, but condiments and bottles of Corona. Dustin took a bottle and opened it as he started the day with his favorite beverage.
*Beeb... Mister Peirce, this is Miss Roisin Buxton with Insane Wrestling Society. We'd like you to compete at our pay per view Lunar Madness on August twenty- first. It will be for the eXtinction Championship match, we are hoping to hear from you. Thank you for your time. --- *Beep...
Dustin chuckled and took another drink from his beer. He walked out of his hotel room and onto the balcony, often times he thought about just leaning back on the railing and begging gravity to make him slip. The hardest thing he ever went through was losing his baby brother, and then a woman he though he was going to marry refused to move away with him. He looked at the scars on his arms from where they had been slammed into a broken bong. At the time it had been a horrible thing, he had destroyed a piece of Mike when he destroyed that bong. The two had been the two brothers that were always rolling high. Mike was younger and didn't have a care in the world, Dustin was quiet and always kept and eye on his loud mouth little brother. Nobody picked a fight with Mike because they were too afraid of Dustin beating them to a pulp. Dustin took another drink after chuckling and then spoke to himself. "Yeah I remember being that way, Mike kept me grounded. I never forget that about my brother, this kid reminds me of me when we were that age. It's my fault, I let ya down as an elder brother, I was the one that killed you. If I could take your place I would, I feel like trying, but that's probably just the drugs and alcohol talking.... man this headache is brutal."
Dustin walked into the hotel room and into the lush looking bath room as his answering machine clicked on.
*Beep...Mister Peirce this is Donna at the clinic, your brother Lance is here, he was found unconscious in his New York apartment yesterday. We found your emergency contact in his wallet, and are calling to let you know he is at the ..."
Dustin rushed out of the bathroom so fast he hit the wall and wrote down the address of the hospital. Lance was healthy as an ox, what the hell would he have to have passed out over. He was anything but an addict as well, so Dustin's head starts to pound thinking of what is wrong with his brother as he tossed on a coat and his boots and rushed out the door heading to the hospital...
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Dustin is walking down the hospital hall way avoiding the eyes of the nurses as he passes. The one at the front desk listen to him as he asked where Lance was and she took him to the room. He looked in at his brother, his long blonde hair was under him and his bright blue eyes were closed at the moment. Lance was the one out of the three boys that had the most wrinkles and stress appear on his face, but usually he still was the one with the winning smile. Dustin walked into the room and looked at Lance as he heard him and opened his eyes smiling.
"Hey brother, what brings you by?" Lance asked him and then coughed, he had a tube in his throat and oxygen hooked up to his nose.
"What ya mean, what brings me here. What brings you here Lance?" Dustin motioned to the hospital bed and the fact that Lance was in it.
"Ah, well... a year ago I was diagnosed Steven... I have throat cancer..." Lance didn't get anymore words out Dustin punched him as hard as he could in the nose with his right fist.
Lance screamed as did Dustin as the hit hurt his fist as much as it had Lance's nose. Dustin held onto his hurt fingers and shouted at Lance. "You son of a bitch! Why didn't you tell me before now..."
Dustin was beside himself that headache from earlier was coming back. Alayna disappeared on him, he came home one night and found a letter that said Adam was in the hospital. Good the little shit deserves to be in the hospital. Dustin would never have had to start taking pain killers for his knee if it hadn't been for mister McGavin. His daughter wouldn't be 21yr old and heading down the same damn road as him if it was not for Mister Mcgavin.
"Look Steven, I'm sorry, I been fighting it I quit smoking and everything, but it was just too bad. You are the first one i have told at all. I'm hoping I get to see that grand baby born before I lose..."
"Don't say that, just don't fucking say that Lance. You still got a boy, and shit." Dustin is starting to feel his eyes well up, but his face is nearly emotionless.
Lance shook his head. "No I'm not going to make it... I can just feel it Steve. I was hoping Junior would settle down by now, and slow down, but he is only in his early twenties I guess that would be a lot to ask of him. So I settled for the fact that little Alayna is having a baby. Yeah she might not be with the best guy in the world, but he can't be that bad if Alayna cares about him."
Dustin couldn't say anything, his daughter and Adam were just young and dumb right now. In a few years this would all catch up with them heavy he already went through it. First it will be the career ordeal, one has to stay home and the other doesn't. Then it will be a lack of seeing one another, and or communication.
Then your friends will say she is not being faithful to you and for the life of you just can't bare asking her yourself. So you end up crying on the shoulder of some girl in a bar and before you know it you are waking up next to that woman naked.
"Steve, you alright bro?" Lance asked snapping Dustin out of it a little bit.
"What? Yeah I am fine, I ... I got a call from Roisin Buxton. They want me to make an appearance." Dustin looked at the ground.
"You think you can?" Lance knew how badly injured his brother was last time he wrestled and the amount of pain pills he was on to just wake up in the morning.
"Yeah, I met this kid, he wears a mask and hangs out with some loud mouth that leaps before he looks. It... it reminds me of Mike and I in a way." Dustin slightly smiled a little as he thought about the current eXtinction champion, Paroxysm reminded him of himself quiet and follows that loud Adian Cash around. Dustin hadn't had much else to do and followed Mike around to the strip clubs and bars. Most of the time Dustin had been on the pay phone with Lisa Erikson, she was a woman he met when he was in the UK.
"You are not doing this so Lisa will call you again are you? You know going to clubs with a girl nearly as old as your daughter and hanging out with a few kids that remind you of being young." Lance raised his brow.
Dustin shook his head. "Fuck her, no I'm not doing it so Lisa will take me back. I stopped doing that when Alayna was seventeen. It killed me to leave my baby with her, but I am a wrestler. That woman never understood that about me, I bleed for her, sweated for her, I lost a lot out there in that ring and it was mostly for her and our daughter and a future we could have and then she snapped it all away from me and all I had left was my job. Where did I go with that anyway? I was just a name to put on the marquee, I never got put in anything important. Everyone thinks I am washed up. Lance this match would be for the eXtinction title, that is one step down from the universe Championship. Making a return like this and on top of that beating the secondary champion... no winning the secondary title. That would be a big statement on the Diamond name."
Lance knew there wouldn't be any convincing his brother to stay in retirement. He nodded his head at Dustin. "Yeah then go for it. I've been the heavyweight champion before in ECWA, people know me as a hardcore legend. I know how you feel I still miss him too Steve. Mike would be proud even if you really did retire and walk off into the sun set."
Dustin took a deep breath. "Yeah I know, but I want to walk off with a championship to show him when I get there."
Dustin spoke more with Lance as the scene fades out.
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....Part 2
Don't you try to die, like me
It's livid and it's lies and makes graves descending down
Why would you help anyone who doesn't want it,
doesn't need it, doesn't want your shit advice
when a mind's made up to go ahead and die?
What's done is done and gone, so why cry?
The scene opens up on Drake and he held the phone up to his ear. He is breathing heavily and listen to the ring on the receiver, he hates these new cell phones so he still used an old land line set up. The phone clicked and he heard a female voice answer.
Alayna picked up the phone
Alayna Diamond: Hello?
Drake chuckled a little he liked to hear his little girl's voice, she had a habit of slightly sounding like her mother. "Hello sweetheart, so how are you? Angel told me, that she drove you to the hospital, and I was just at the hospital myself actually. Your uncle just told me he has throat cancer, and has for about a yr now... that got me thinking Alayna... it really did, so how long have you been seeing this boy? Huh?"
His voice was nearly shaking, but was more like an icy wind that sent chills don your back. He held up his revolver and spun the chambers. "First it was Mike, and then your mother, and now Lance, and his boy... you going to leave me to aren't ya?"
The spinning sound of the chambers, then it stops and there is a pause before hearing a click of the trigger. "That's one sweetheart, infatuated with a boy that tried to end my life huh? Just so he could spit on the grave when I am dead... How is that the act of a daughter, um... how does a daughter hate her daddy so much?"
Alayna hear her father and her eyes widened as she heard the sound of the gun, she paused as she started to panic, tears streamed down her cheek and she started to cry.
Alayna Diamond: I don't hate you"
Drake laughed even harder and took the phone bouncing it hard off the front of hit skull, He jumped back banging his head against the wall twice and put the phone back to his ear. "Ya see, that is just what she did...I'm going to have to do another one now because you lied to me baby."
Drake took another shot of his Greek Ouzo, he shook his head as the aftertaste hit him and then he punched his knee before going back to his Russian Roulette.
spinning sound, then it stops and there is a pause before hearing a click. "Two now, feeling a bit edgy sweetheart? I'm not it's alright you don't need my advise anymore right, hey don't cry about daddy! Once Daddy is dead you don't have to worry about anything right?"
Alayna was sitting there tears pouring down her face.
Alayna Diamond: I don't hate you at all. I do need you.”
Drake took another shot of his Greek Ouzo, he shook his head as the aftertaste hit him this time he started laughing. Drake smacked the butt of his pistol off his right temple and putting a cut at the tip of his right eye. "GOD DAMN IT! You are killing me child!"
He pause before hearing a click. "See Three, and I am playing nice... now I am done... so ONE...we're halfway there and I hit the restart button for you. If I remember then you lied to me for your personal vendetta didn't you? I am your father not a tool to be used... I suppose Adam told you to do that to me huh? What? Didn't he? You told me Shane was the father, and that was a lie, so you are a lair Alayna...you lie to your daddy. I said not to cry either."
He gritted his teeth as he felt like he was pinning from the world stopping, his vision was starting to go and he was barley able to hold the phone up to his ear.
((Mister Diamond? ... Are you alright Mister Diamond? ))
Drake felt his head swimming this damn Greek Ouzo is empty! He throws the bottle and listens to it smash hard against the wall, he pressed himself up stumbling to get to his cabinet that holds all his bottles. He heard Alayna was now in hysterics as she sobbed with tears pouring down her face.
Alayna Diamond: Yes a slight lie I didn't do that for you. I wanted to get back at Shane for what he did. Nothing to do with you."
Drake paused and shook his head as he leaned against his forearm now on top of the counter, what was he going to have to do? He pulled up the bottle his hand found and looked at it. Japanese Sake, that's perfect, smooth sailing. "Nah see you are me so everything about you has to do with me, so that is also another lie to your daddy."
He clicked the trigger and slightly chuckled to himself and spoke back to Alayna. "How ya feeling now? Should I stop now? We're getting really close baby... how much longer you want me here with you?"
((*Females giggle* Mister Diamond? ... Are you going to be ok? ))
Drake looked at his bottle and kissed it, he liked the green glass bottle and the sweet taste of the liquor. On the other end of the phone he sensed Alayna was shaking badly as the tear were staining her face, it was evident inside her voice as she spoke.
Alayna Diamond: "No its not a lie. Yes please stop (She begged him) I want you here all the time."
Drake slightly smirked he still held the barrel of his gun to his bald head and thought for a second as he listen to his daughter crying and begging him to stop. He used to do this with her mother when she pissed him off, it was the only time he could ever take Lisa seriously, she thought she was some tough ass, but she wasn't. To be a Diamond you got to be as cold as ice and able to burn things in your path like a wildfire.
"Oh really? Why do you want me here, I want to hear a good reason? I'm not a champion, I am not young anymore? You think this boy is able to take care of you right, or you are in no need of me, just taking off to be with him, what did I say would happen if you moved out? What did I say, and here you are..." He pointed at the phone and shot his gun the chamber blew off a shot straight into the receiver and nearly missing Drake's leg.
He titled his head and stood up as he could still hear her on the other end, but not she was not able to hear him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listen to her.
((Mister Diamond? ... Can you hear us Mister diamond?))
Drake looked at his Sake bottle, damn this is empty too, he looked at his hands and realized they were painted red, he looked up in the mirror at himself and seen red paint smeared all over his face, he must of been huffing he thought. He blacked out as his head thudded against the floor and all he seen was the image Alayna's sobbing painted for him. Alayna was sitting there shaking and crying she could hardly hold the phone.
Alayna Diamond: I do need you, I never had a father figure till I chose to come over here to be with you. I'm scared of what is coming. I can not do this alone."
Drake I won't leave you alone, I never said I would. This girl is stupid, it's her mother's fault I should have raised her. I should have raised her right.
Angel Love: "Steven?"
He thought he heard Angel's worried voice. Steven? He thinks. No... I'm Drake Diamond, I am not that loser. That loser lost to a punk, that nobody faded to black. I am ... I am just the ashes I am not extinct.
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Dustin was being rocked forward and backward by Angel, she was humming lightly and held her eyes shut. He looked around and then sat up as she opened her eyes feeling him get up. "Good, I thought something happen."
"No, no I'm fine. I think I just drank a bit too much, or smoked it or something. I'm alright Angel." She leaned over and wrapped her arms around him, he hesitated and then pat her on the back in an awkward way.
"I heard you are wrestling again, that is amazing. You don't understand how awesome that actually is. I could end up being your tag team partner, or they might even make me fight you." She giggled and playfully punched him in the shoulder. He forced himself to grin over at her.
"Oh yeah, heh. Well maybe, I am defiantly going to go into this match ready to raise hell I tell you what. So... what are you doing here, I thought you been hanging around with that Sandman, or something."
"The Sandman? Please, I just go clubbing with him that is nothing. why was you afraid that I was calling him daddy?" She giggled lightly.
This girl is nuts, but it's entertaining at least. Dustin thought to himself as he smirked and scratched his head slightly red from blushing. "Ah well, no not really. I really realized that I still got a lot in the tank Angel, fans like you and this guy Paroxysm. I shouldn't just give up and fade to black, I should give it a big bang when I go out. Ya know."
He noticed how she made a grimace face when he said Paroxysm. She crossed her arms and leaned back against to wall. "Oh, him... that was that masked guy in the bar that you took off with right? Those ladies you guys left there forced me to pay their bill saying that you told them I had your cards."
"Well you did have my cards." He swore he left his credit cards with her.
"NO I DIDN'T!" She screamed at him as she cluntched her fist and crossed her arms, she didn't want to start a physical fight with Dustin, but he had stiffed her with the bill for peopel she didn't even know.
Dustin blinked in shock that Angel was shouting at him. He really must have upset this young woman. He took a moment and spoke calmly. "Wow... I am really sorry, how much do I owe you for paying?"
"Nothing, I didn't have any money, they made me stay and wash dishes, and then I had to sweep and mop the floor to close up. I was cleaning off dirty tables, and emptying nasty trash cans. It was the worst thing I've ever done." He seen how the memory was horrible for her and put his strong arm around her.
"Aww it will be alright darling, look..." He reached into his back pocket and took out three of his credit cards.
"Those are yours now, just remember that if I call you have to come pick me up no matter where I am or what condition I am in." Angel smirked and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks daddy." She got up and walked away looking the credit cards over to see what type they were.
Dustin smirked, she was not his daughter, but he really liked her calling him daddy for some reason. He got up and headed into his den, he flipped on the tv and started watching the news. He seen that there were riots happening in London and felt his heart sink. He stood up and walked over to his desk where he searched for a number. He picked up the phone and started to dial. The number rings, and rings, and then a female English voice picked up.
"Hello?"
Dustin swallowed real hard and hung up the phone. Why had he called Lisa? He was worried she was dead, she could have been just a by standard during a riot attack he didn't know. His heart was pounding in his chest and he stood there trying to breath.
"Wow... I really need a drink." He said as he turned around and shut off the tv before he exited the room and went off to find some bar he could hang out at.
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We open up in a studio, the backdrop is white and in front of it is standing Miss Kristine Otto.
Beside Kristine is the ECWA tag team legend Dustin Diamond, he was wearing a black tee that reads "Arrive. Raise Hell. Leave."
Kristine smiles and looks at Dustin as she held the mic in her hand, he stood at least a foot taller then her and smirked back at her before she started talking.
"It's such a privlage to be asked to interview you Mister Diamond." She said nearly out of breath, he could tell she was nervous to be interviewing him.
"It's a privilege to be interviewed by a fine young lady, we are co-workers though so please no Mister Diamond." He shook his head, he wanted to try and be on the same level as everyone else. There was no need to treat him special when these younger athletes have proven more in this company then he has in most of his singles career.
"So Dustin..." She barely got out as Dustin spoke and interrupted her.
"Ah, see I will need to stop you there as well Kristine. I am sick of being assosiated with this..."
He held up a picture of the child actor Dustin Diamond.
"Ha-Ha, considering I came up with the name before him I could sue, but I am a nice guy I tell you what, and that would just be plain rude of me to take away all that fame and glory he has. The guy must be stinking rich, well ok he would have been if he was not such a loser. I Kristin am not a loser, I am a true Diamond." He takes the picture of Dustin Diamond and rips it up, he turns and shows the tribal tattoo on his right arm of a dragon.
"See this is something my brother and I had in common, we were both born under the year of the dragon. The current champion Paroxysm, I looked it up and he was born under the year of the Ox, so we can presume that this guy is at the core worthy of my respect. I been lost along the way and i come back swinging, this guy is the champ for a reason and I am not about to go in here not considering that. That is why I am shedding my skin, I'm unraveling a new type of Diamondback to slither through the ranks here in IWS, a new king in the skies above. I'm booked in this match as Dustin Diamond, but after Lunar Madness that is only going to be a name. I am going to be fighting as the king of reptiles, the master of the sky, I'm going out there as Drake Diamond, the next eXtinction champion." He crossed his arms as Kristine pulled the mic back to her own lips.
She seemed to stare at him in awe at his words as he spoke them with such intensity that she felt like she was being shook. "Wow, some people are also saying that this Jack Sinister is also looking good after he returned from a minor injury. Do you see him as being a threat?"
The new and improved Drake Diamond starts to chuckle at this and thinks about this little punk named Jack Sinister. He scratched the top of his bald head for a moment and then answered. "Jack is also an ox, perhaps the only thing Jack as in common with Paroxysm is that both of them will be marked with a loss after Lunar Madness. Paroxysm has shown me he can be respected, and not some snot nosed little punk that hasn't even hit puberty yet. Yeah, I get it son you never had a daddy, and you are a grandma's boy that is out to prove you are a man. I am here to tell you that you most certainly are not a man. Men bleed when there is no reason to, Men know when to keep their mouths shut no matter how much it hurts their pride. It's time that somebody around here taught everyone a lesson and I'm going to do that by not only whipping Jack around that ring, but I am going to do the same to Paroxysm just in case he ever questions rather I still go it or not. Some people might be saying that, and that I am just a novelty act, but I'm not. I put my pants on the same as everyone else and I go out to the ring and bing the house down... why, because I am a Diamond. I am a girl's best friend and a man's worst enemy. After Lunar Madness, I will also be adding... and the IWS eXtinction champ."
He shared a chuckle with Miss Otto as she smiled and pulled back the mic. "Well I will be rooting for you and watching, good luck to you Du... I mean Drake."
"I don't need luck, I need some boose, do you know where the nearest bar or market is?"
The scene fades out as Kristin shut off the mic and started to explain directions to Drake on how to get to the nearest bar from the studio.
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The scene opened up in a honky tonk style of bar in some Ohio town. These people don't have anything to do, but drink their lives away...sounds like Drake Diamond's kind of people. Not to mention, that I did say honky tonk, so half these people are missing most of their teeth and think they need to shave their head and act tough like our protagonist.
Now the man known to his family as Steven Pierce is no longer that little dork Dustin Diamond, he is evolved to a master of myth, the most powerful fiend that is in legend and honored in the sky. New and improved Drake Diamond sits at a dark corner and drinking his pitcher of beer from the tap. His bar buddy Angel Love is on the floor dancing with guys drooling over her. They should be, she is the most perfect creation that even Drake has ever seen, her platinum blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes. Perfectly tan and build just like a Greek goddess would be. Her youth jumps off of her with the energy that she seems to spit out. Drake smirked as he watched her, he knew that she was still in awe that she was ... dating...
Are we dating? I just go drinking with her and give her my credit cards, and I guess we do have some pretty long nights that lead to me waking up and realizing I broke my promise to myself not to sleep with her. Drake thought this a sighed before drowning out his guilt with some more beer. "Ten years of sobriety!"
He nodded at the group of men sitting at a table next to him. They lifted their glasses and cheered the toast then all downed their beer. Drake smirked thinking that is not really something to drink to. He'd worked hard on becoming sober and clean, he had done everything he could to prove to his ex that he was changed and able to be a father, yet she refused to take him back and let him be a part of their daughter's life. What would he have done if Alayna hadn't moved out here when she was eighteen? What would he have done if she hadn't written him letters when she found him at seventeen?
He took another drink and then looked up as Angel was approaching him, her body was moist from sweat and it made her skin glisten under the dull lights. Her lack of clothes only caught attention and Drake knows it's the type she wants. She is by no form of the imagination an easy woman, she just goes after what she wants.
"Hey, why you look so glum?" She asked as she sat down next to him and kissed him on the side of the cheek and chugged down her beer. Drake smirked she must be thirsty as he watched her throat move from downing the liquid.
"Uh... It's just the way I look I suppose." He chuckled his ex even used to tell him he looked like a sad clown all the time. He didn't like that he couldn't get her out of her head, they have been separated for ten years. It was true she probably felt like it was longer, he had gotten shipped back to America and promised to write her, but he is bad at doing addresses. He called her all the time, but between the drinking and parties Mike had him doing and the expensive cost of calling the UK he couldn't keep up with it, the time difference never helped matters. He would call her when she was at work, or at 3am and wake her up. Before too long Lisa had stopped picking up her phone, he wrote her letters and she never wrote back.
Drake smirked, then one day he got a letter saying he was going to be a father. There was other stuff it said, but that was mostly it. He flew back to England to find her, he promised that they would be a family and he would clean up his act. Of course Mike would never let that happen, if you are not doing something he always said, then you are better off dead. He slightly smiled remembering his brothers dumb attitude and poured more beer out of the pitcher into his glass. He seen Angel smirk as she held her glass out for him to refill it.
"I'm not your bitch." He said at her smirking.
"I know, but I am really thirsty and the bar is so far away, please big daddy." She pouted and he gave into her and poured her a glass. She gave him all the time in the world and catered to his schedule just as long as he paid attention to her when she was around.
Drake set down the pitcher and watched as the people on the dance floor paused as the song changed, Angel stood up and shouted in excitement took a gulp of her drink and rushed back onto the dance floor. She knew better then to ask Drake to dance with her, he was there for support and company.
He stared at his beer and thought about this next match, Jack Sinister is not a problem, he is just a pimple, Paroxysm though he is fast, real fast. Drake's mind always though of his match and how it could go, when your mind is slowed down from drinking you can think of every angle to look at. Paroxysm's finisher he thinks, Cradle Piledriver... "I've had a piledriver done to me a time or two, mhm."
He took a drink of his freshly poured glass and thought. This guy also has a front flip into a Guillotine Leg Drop... "Yep called the Marie Antoinette.. heh... this guy likes to work the neck. Heh that's good so do I. I'll need to stomp out that base to slow him down, or knock him for a loop real good. This is a ladder match and tends to favor the quicker people. I am like a diamondback though, just hang around and pick my spot and retreat out of harms way if there is any and poof swim away."
Drake laughed lightly to himself, there is something to be said for being slow and steady then fast and volatile. Both of these guys have Drake in the youth department, both of them have no ring rust like Drake. Yet this title could be that injection of life for his dead life, dead career, and ... maybe it could spark a new life into his dead relationship. Everything around Drake feels dead anymore, why not keep company with some metal and leather, something cold and something... dead.
Extinction might be the perfect name for a title held by Drake, that's what people say he is. Yes he is breathing, but a person is more then just flesh and bone, a person is something Drake hasn't been for a long time. Drake is The Serpentine Fiend and he can do anything.
