Post by ethandrake on Jan 4, 2014 9:54:06 GMT -4
A New Start
HM Prison Wakefield.
A man can be seen standing behind the main gate. He seems to be waiting for someone. The man is wearing old rutty prison clothes. His hands in his pockets he smiles as a car pulls up. The car is UGLY truly ugly it is burnt red in color. with white sandblasting scars, the driver side door barely even shuts. The only redeeming thing for the car . . . it is a 1970 Pontiac G.T.O. The body looks like garbage yet there isn't a single rust spot. The small door in the gate slides open and the man turns to walk out of the prison grounds. For the first time since we started watching this development his full face becomes visible. It is Ethan Drake. As he walks through the gate he is handed a box. And then a wallet is placed on top of the box.
Guard: Hey Drake listen don't be comin' back no more alright. You are better than what people saw of you that put you in here.
Drake turns around and lifts his head. He sets the box down on the car hood and opens it moving the lid aside. He pulls out a denim jacket with a hood. He puts the jacket on. He walks back to the gate and shakes the guards hand.
Drake: Thanks Logan, here call this number and tell them your name and they will reserve two tickets for you to Survive and Conquer. And I gave you the number where I will be staying. Give me a call and we will take care of airfare.
Before anything else can be said Drake lifts his hood and walks to the car picking up the box. The woman slides from the driver's seat to the passenger side and Drake drops the box in the back seat. He gets into the seat and putting the car into gear he drives off. His left arm is hanging out the window. In his hand is a piece of paper. It flutters open and it is a poster for the upcoming Survive and Conquer, scratched over three quarters of the poster in dark dark red are the words . . . BEWARE A.P.W. I am coming.
Drake: Jeff, look I literally just got back on the streets and I want to come back. Survive and Conquer, DAMNED straight I'm in. Hey is Biggs still around? Oh good , I'd like a shot at him. If you can find enough people then why not do a memorable tag match? Say Biggs & whoever he pals with these days, and two other teams against me and my partner. You know my partner Jeff . . . well you will shortly. You are receiving an email about them now. This time when I break through the walls which are the A.P.W. locker room I am not going to stop until everyone has fallen at my feet.
The car suddenly speeds up and vanishes from sight.
HM Prison Wakefield.
A man can be seen standing behind the main gate. He seems to be waiting for someone. The man is wearing old rutty prison clothes. His hands in his pockets he smiles as a car pulls up. The car is UGLY truly ugly it is burnt red in color. with white sandblasting scars, the driver side door barely even shuts. The only redeeming thing for the car . . . it is a 1970 Pontiac G.T.O. The body looks like garbage yet there isn't a single rust spot. The small door in the gate slides open and the man turns to walk out of the prison grounds. For the first time since we started watching this development his full face becomes visible. It is Ethan Drake. As he walks through the gate he is handed a box. And then a wallet is placed on top of the box.
Guard: Hey Drake listen don't be comin' back no more alright. You are better than what people saw of you that put you in here.
Drake turns around and lifts his head. He sets the box down on the car hood and opens it moving the lid aside. He pulls out a denim jacket with a hood. He puts the jacket on. He walks back to the gate and shakes the guards hand.
Drake: Thanks Logan, here call this number and tell them your name and they will reserve two tickets for you to Survive and Conquer. And I gave you the number where I will be staying. Give me a call and we will take care of airfare.
Before anything else can be said Drake lifts his hood and walks to the car picking up the box. The woman slides from the driver's seat to the passenger side and Drake drops the box in the back seat. He gets into the seat and putting the car into gear he drives off. His left arm is hanging out the window. In his hand is a piece of paper. It flutters open and it is a poster for the upcoming Survive and Conquer, scratched over three quarters of the poster in dark dark red are the words . . . BEWARE A.P.W. I am coming.
Drake: Jeff, look I literally just got back on the streets and I want to come back. Survive and Conquer, DAMNED straight I'm in. Hey is Biggs still around? Oh good , I'd like a shot at him. If you can find enough people then why not do a memorable tag match? Say Biggs & whoever he pals with these days, and two other teams against me and my partner. You know my partner Jeff . . . well you will shortly. You are receiving an email about them now. This time when I break through the walls which are the A.P.W. locker room I am not going to stop until everyone has fallen at my feet.
The car suddenly speeds up and vanishes from sight.
