Dark Angel vs Drake vs DeAndre promo's here please :D

We come to a shot of Drake sitting on the ground with his hood pulled up. He has his arms resting on his legs and his head hung low. He looks up at the camera with a dark glare in his eyes. We pan out to realize that Drake is not in the ring as usual but is instead in what appears to be a old gym. A beat up bench press sets to his back left side while we see what appears to be a ring in the far right background. Drake begins to speak a soft somber voice that is opposite of his character.

Drake: So here we are. I am sure the question that burns in your mind must be, "Where the hell is Drake at?" This is where it all began for me. This is where I become the monster that I am today. About 7 years ago I first walked though the front doors of this gym as a United States Marine. Proud to serve my country, a true patriot of this fine nation. In my eyes you would have seen the light that beamed with the pure joy of a man serving a greater cause. You would have seen a moron.

Drake flips off his hood and rises to his feet. He stares almost with a longing at the ring behind him. The camera moves to give us a side shot of Drake remembering days gone by.

Drake: You see I was simply a blind fool then. I did the bidding of those that asked and I did it like a proud little dog. How times have changed. I am no longer that loyal puppy but instead a rabid pitbull. I have learned the cold hard truth that it is all for one in this world and those that don't learn it will falter. I will not falter. I have come too far to lose at Sacrifice. I am the former Undefeated World Champion for a reason. That reason is because I have become hard. When you are hard you shut out the pain, push past the limits of your body, and become a unstoppable force.

Drake walks slowly to the worn down ring and strokes the apron softly.

Drake: The first time I entered this ring I was a follish child chasing dreams. Now I am a man about to fufill my destiny. That destiny is to become the World Champion again. 2 men stand in my way of that destiny..........I feel sorry for the poor saps.

Drake steps back from the ring to take it in. He sighs almost sadly.

Drake: DeAndre and this Dark Angel wish to enter into my world? They wish to delve into my home? A Street Fight is only the start of the end. You have seen the imitations on TV. Guys hitting each other with cookie sheets and other ridculous items. Well this won't be one of those showings kiddies. This is going to be as grimy as it gets. I grew up on the streets. I grew up fighting to eat. To survive. It's in my blood to overcome, and nothing Moron A and Moron B can do to stop it.

Drake raises his head and takes a big sniff of the musky air around him.

Drake: I have sacrificed everything for this moment. This will be the greatest achievement of my entire life. All the sweat that I poured out training, all the blood that I spilled in this ring getting beat up, all the tears I shed pushing my body past the limits of mortal men, all of it will be worth it when I become the World Champion. This is what it has all been about, what it has all been for. So I pity any soul that should dare stand in between me and this destiny. I have come too far to allow any of you to steal my dream from my grasp. I will not be denied the victory. My Victory.

Drake flips his hood back up and takes a seat back on the ground as we fade out.

DeAndre is shown standing in the streets of West Philly. He has a white hoody on and some South Pole Jeans. The area that he is in is a run down part of the city with lots of apartments. Some even have bars on the first story windows.

Deandre is playing basketball, when the cameraman walks up to him

DeAndre: What punk? You wanna start somethin man? Look at you in your Polo Shirt and your Addidas windbreaker. And your camera, what do you want. Wanna make a documentary on my life! Well Let me tell you about my life!

DeAndre grabbes the cameraman by the collar of his shirt and says something to him that we can't quite make out.

We can hear the cameraman mumble something about RDW.

DeAndre: RDW? You're with RDW son? Well then why the hell didn't you say so in the first place? I'm guessing you're here to talk to me about the street fight that they put me in at Sacrifice? Well lets talk then.

When JJ came to me and told me that I'd be in a streetfight I couldn't have asked for a better match. Do you see where I live? This is where I've lived all my life man. I've been in streetfights since I was 12 years old. You've gotta fight to survive here man. Its a rough life out here on the streets. I got the street life down though son.


Drake says that he's hard? You think you're hard man? You don't know hard. Losing your parents, living life on your own, not being able to finish high school because of gang violence, and still not giving it up? Thats hard man. I am the one who has the right to say that he's hard, and not anybody else. Because Drake, you may have had your hardships in life, but I've had that many more.

And Dark Angel. I don't know who you are, who you think you are, or what you hope to accomplish, but you may wanna rethink fighting me in this match. There are no rules in this match, weapons are perfectly legal. The referee is only there to count the 1,2,3 for me when I pin one of you two posers. Is your black outfit supposed to scare me Angel? Are you some kind of unholy warrior who has come to reek havoc on us all? If thats what you think you are, then I think you've better check yourself. Magic doesn't exist in this world. And when your in a streetfight, you're in my world. And posers like you go nowhere in my world.

So Dark Angel and Drake, this is a warning to the both of you. This is my match. And I'll do whatever it takes to get the win.

Now get the hell out of here, I've got stuff to do.

fade out

4 1/2 hours till i close this so i can write the match

1 hour left get those rps in!

sorry about this being late. I has school and shit. But here we go. Keep in mind that this is my first attempt at an RP in any fed. So here goes nothing.....

VIDEO SEGMENT

Organ music begins to play, and the camera slowly flickers to life. You see a small room illuminated solely by candles. Thousands of cadles just casting an eerie glow over the chamber.

The camera circles the room, revealing Dark Angel standing over a table with two figures on it, laughing demonically and looking up to the sky with his arms outstreatched. As though he is praying..

Dark Angel: Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

The camera goes dark. A demonic chanting begins slowly in the background. And the sound of laughing children can be heard. The chants get louder and louder, seemingly singing with the organ. The camera flickers to life once more, and Dark Angel can be seen walking out of the shadows towards the table which is now covered by a white cloth. Dark Angel is wearing a dark black robe, with the hood drawn, not revealing his face. His hands are clasped together in front of him as he walks. He approaches the table, and the chanting stops and children laughing stops. It now turns to faint whispers

The offering....................the offering ...............the offering.

Dark Angel draws back the cloth to reveal two wax figures. One of Drake, and the other of DeAndre. Dark Angel removes his hood and the camera zooms in on his face. There appears to be blood dripping from the side of his mouth. He begins to speak and all is quiet. In a demonic whisper he begins...

Dark Angel: Satan, lord. Tonight, I bring to you the souls of two createns. Two who deny thy name as lord. This Saturday there will be sacrifice, and sacrifice I must make in order to win this match, and to please you my lord. I shall bathe myself in the blood of my opponents, and release their souls to the underworld.

At Sacrifice, there will be pain, suffering, and maybe even death! And DeAndre and Drake, I can guarantee you, that suffering will not be mine.

The camera slowly zooms out, and reveals Dark Angel pulling out a long dagger from his robe.

Dark Angel: Satan, lord of all evils, I offer you this sacrifice.

He plunges the dagger into the heart of DeAndre's wax figure and does the same to Drake. Blood spills from both of the stabs and Dark Angel lets it flow into his hand. He smiles a smile of pure evil as he drinks from his cupped hands, letting the excess spill onto his body. He laughs, in a different tone this time, almost as if another's spirit had possessed him.

Dark Angel: Hahahahahahahahaha!!!

He stops laughing and sprays the blood from his mouth. Some blood is still dripping from the sides of his mouth, and he is standing breathing heavily with a demonic smile on his face.

Dark Angel: The real Sacrifice will some Saturday. Then you will see just how powerful the power of the evils can be

FADE OUT

Closed No more Rps!