Sorry this is so short guys, just got my wifi on and need to sleep before work tomorrow.
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Saturday 9th September 2017
It was the Saturday before ELI Drake's debut match at EBWF. He parked up at an indie show, his last contracted indie show before his contract with EBWF started. In the beautiful city of Chicago, Illinois Eli Drake got out of the uber which dropped him off at the destination as he walked around the back of the building so the fans waiting outside didn't recognise him. He walked around and tried a door, it didn't work, he tried a couple more times but still the door wouldn't budge. "Damn." He exclaimed as he walked off to try and find another door, he walked around the whole building and there were no other doors. He walked around the front of the building and put his hood up and his head down. He jumped a barricade and a burly man shouted at him. He opened the door and walked into the building.
"Hey, we're not open yet." A security guard said walking up to him. "I'm talent, the back door wasn't open. I'm Eli Drake." He said annoyed. "I apologise, Mr. Drake. Please, the dressing room is around the corner on the right, down the stairs and on your left." He said listing off the directions.
Later that evening the crowd were excited and wild, the lights dimmed and 'ELI DRAKE' bellowed into the sound system of the small venue and the crowd stood up and started cheering. Eli Drake pushed open the curtains and walked out, opening his arms wide basking in the cheers of the upcoming crowd. He slid into the ring and pointed at himself with his thumbs. He asked for a microphone from the ring announcer, unscripted. The ring announcer had no idea what to do, he looked around and spoke to the promoter who pushed the announcer to give him the mic. He passed it to Eli who nodded at him as he turned around and looked at the crowd.
"I'm happy. You know why I am happy? No, it's not because I am in this hell hole that is Chicago, Illinois. It's a dump, you guys really live here? I feel like having a hot shower as soon as I leave this city just to wash the dirt off of me. No I'm happy because finally I am going somewhere where I will be respected for everything I have earnt. Fifteen years I have been working in this ring, fifteen years. Not once have I had any love for the promotion I'm working for, until now, when six hours ago I signed a contract with EBWF and on Monday, you will see me, face to face in the ring with none other than Tommaso Ciampa, you know, that one with the hair, worked with Muhammed Hassan back in the day... Got beaten up by The Undertaker... World Television Champion in Ring of Honor... You get it, You know who he is. Get this straight, no one is getting past me on my debut, I am bound for gold there at EBWF. So Tommy, buddy, ole' pal. You are nothing... But... A... Dummy."
The crowd shouted 'Yeah' back to Eli as he turned to the other side of the ring at the fans before it and nodded.
"People have been telling me I am past my prime, I've hit a roadblock, I've stumbled into the abyss but boy, I'm making a comeback that I didn't even need to do. A reinvention of perfection, not so much but a mere fact of life, to quote a great song, Tubthumping by Chumbawumba,' I get knocked down, but I get up again, you';re never gonna' bring me down.' So this will be my last flurry in the squared circle at one of these dive bars, I will be floating with the big guns, at EBWF." He said, smirking. "If any of those Dummies at EBWF want to step into the ring, on Monday, live on A&E, you will see for yourselves what I am capable of, and Tommaso, i'm sorry, but you're first, but don't worry, you won't be the last Dummy I'll have to finish in the ring."
He said as he threw his mic down and waited for his opponent to enter through the curtains.
Dummy... Yeah.
Re: Dummy... Yeah.
Welcome back Matt! This was a nice introduction to your character. Look forward to seeing what you do with Eli!
