[[ GDW RP #3: The Final Showdown. ]]

[[ Record 02-00-00 | Other Stars Mentioned: Presley Hylton; Noah Morgan ]]

"Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved." -- William Jennings Bryan

[ Beyond the pale Moonlight ]:

Here's another conjoined RP. Don't have much to say this time. Just Good Luck.

[ Stalking the Prey ]:

Even though it was painfully obvious the Wolfe brothers are a Tag Team each of them competed in singles matches last week - and won. Now they have one tag team victory and one singles victory giving hard evidence that no matter what the match is Team Wolfe always comes out victorious. It is now do or die time as the next event is a match to determine the Global Division of Wrestling's Tag Team Champions.

[ The Kill ]:

"I'll have the burger and fries. No ketchup."

"I'll have the same, but make mine extra ketchup."

The waitress gives a faint chuckle and collects the menus and walks off.

"I never have understood you Logan. Not liking ketchup is so un-American!"

"Nope. Don't like the stuff. Besides it's not like you love every food ever created."

"I guess not. So what is it you wanted?"

"I have something to show you, big brother." Logan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it and inside is a diamond ring.

"Yes. Yes. A thousand times, Yes!" Drake jokes. People begin to stare and laugh.

"Yeah, yeah.. What do you think?" Ignoring the audience.

"I can't believe you want to get married."

"Well I figured it was time. We are on our way to becoming the tag champs and were making a good amount of money. It just feels rights."

"You know me little brother, I can't tie myself down to just one woman, but you and Ashley have been together since childhood. I knew this would happen one day, I'm happy for you. To be honest, I'm surprised you have waited this long to pop the question. "

"So I have your approval?"

"They way I see it, she's been a member of the family since we where kids. Why not make it official." Drake stands up and extends his arms so they canhug it out. "So when are you going to ask her?"

Logan accepts the offer and sits back down, "I don't know I am so nervous. I know she'll say yes, but I just don't know how to ask her."

"You've got Wolfe blood in your baby brother, you will find a way and make it special. But, hopefully you can keep your head in the game this Friday."

"Come on Drake, you know that we where meant to win these titles."

"I know that. I just want to make sure you do."

"Look, we started wrestling on a whim, and in a very short time we have not only won contracts but we have won the chance to be tag team champions on our very first night. We are two and zero so far and I plan to keep the undefeated streak alive this Friday at Fever."

Drake looks on for a moment a smile begins to crack from one side of his mouth. "I'm impressed Logan."

"What?" A puzzled look on his face.

"Well usually I am the one that has to pep talk you. But today you seem real focused. Your different somehow. All this marriage talk has changed you. Logan, You've grown up."

Logan caught the reference and chuckled. The truth is he was in love with Ashley since the moment he laid eyes on her. It was only a matter of time before he proposed. The original plan was to propose on her eighteenth birthday, but Logan was on the road. He felt so bad missing her birthday and he swore that it was the last time.

It was easy for Ashley to leave everything behind. Her home life was less than satisfactory. Growing up, her parents where never around. Her dad was always gone on business trips and her mom was so busy with her job that she barely spent time with any of the kids. Until they moved next door to the Wolfe family, she knew her brothers whom the youngest was ten years older than she was. Then there was the maid. The maid spent more time with Ashley than her own mother. In many ways the maid was her mother. She did everything a mother would do, save for breast feeding.

When Logan decided that he wanted to change is career from football to wrestling Ashley was both relieved and worried. Lots of thoughts engulfed her brain. Many questioned raided. Does this mean he's not moving to Notre Dame? Will he stay home? If not can she go with him? What about Drake? Why throw away a for sure thing? Is this just a temporary thing? Why wrestling? Will he get hurt? The questions kept coming. The biggest questions of them all: will they ever see each other again or are they breaking up?

Logan assured his girlfriend that he loved her and would never leave her. He assured her that if ever she needed him, he would be there. He broke his promise one day. December eighteenth, Ashley's golden birthday. Her heart sank, she hadn't seen Logan since his eighteenth two months earlier. Wrestling takes its toll on people in there first months. Until they can find a company that will hire them into a contract, one has to take any job that they can. Logan was close enough that if he had skipped out on his match he could have made it. He would have been horribly late, but could have made it.

They decided together that it was for the best if Logan stayed. He was going to miss most of the party and if the right people where at the event it could mean never having to miss another birthday again. He felt so guilty he was a mess in the ring. Drake knew why, and opted not to give him any grief. Instead he offered an option. The option was for Ashley could go on the road with them. Wherever they went she went. After a long debate they decided it would be best to wait till they had a contract. When the GDW got a hold of them, he immediately called his girlfriend.

And now they are inseparable. It is so rare for a couple to be so in love that they would want to see each other at any given moment. The truth is, they have known each other for so long that they know everything about each other. They grew up together, they like the same things. It's easy for them to get along with each other because there isn't much of a reason to ever fight. And if nothing else, they just love being with each other, even if all they are doing is laying in bed watching television.

"There is one other thing though, big brother."

"What's that?"

"Well, You have to be my best man."

"Of course I will be your best man!" He smiles as if there where any other choice.

After they get done eating they go to their next destination. Down the corner is a training and exercise building with a boxing ring set up. They change into their workout clothes and look around for two people that look around the same weight.

"Hey man I'm Drake, what's your name?" He extends his arm for a handshake.

The man stutters for a second from being surprised. "Uh Scott."

"Hey Scott, I'm Logan." Logan extends his arm as well. Scott shakes both men's hands.

Scott smiles nervously and points to the man standing next to him, "Oh this is Frankie."

"Hi.."

"So either of you guys wrestling fans?" Drake asks while he and his brother shakes the other mans hand. They both nod.

"Okay so you guys want to make fifty bucks?" Logan asks.

"What do we have to do?" Scott inquires.

"So look. Basically our boss has been on us about creating a tag finisher and we basically have no idea. We thought we could test a few things out on you, "Drake holds out the fifty dollars. "What do you say?"

The two look at each other for a while and shrugs, "Okay." They grab the money and crawl into the ring.

"Everyone knows wrestling is fake anyway." One of them says. Just then he is flown to the canvas from a dropkick that came from nowhere by Logan.

"How'd that feel?" A laughing Drake asks.

The two brothers torture the two men for over an hour. They do constant attacks and show them some of the tricks that make wrestling what it is. They try everything from submissions like one of them applying a Boston crab while the other does a cross face. They tried throwing their opponents from one end of the ring to another and simply dropkicking the same man at the same time. They even tried jumping off of the corners of the ring at the same time and simultaneously hitting a downed opponent. They even tried joining their singles finishers together. Nothing seemed to work.

"I'm just not feeling it Drake." Logan inhaling sharply,

"Yeah me neither. I don't know what to do anymore. We tried everything we could think of. Just then one of the two men charged after Drake and out of instinct ducked down and flipped the other man over his head. Somehow that sparked something in Logan's head. He called the other man over.

"Okay Frankie just let him do this just to see if it's possible. Drake put your head between his legs as if he is going to do a powerbomb,"

"What? Why?" Drake asks confused.

"Just go with it man!" Drake does with his brother says to do. "Now grab his legs and lift him up as if you where going to flip up over your back but keep a hold of him."

Drake attempts do do what his brother says but accidently throws him over anyway.

"Oops!" Drake laughs.

"That's okay just try it again." This time he gets it right. "Good. Now Frankie I'm going to do something so brace yourself for impact."

"Okay."

"Now Drake, slam him over your head so his back where to hit the canvas in front of you but stay standing." As Drake flings a defenseless Frankie over Logan jumps forward and grabs Frankie and delivers a double knee backbreaker.

"Wow! Glad I'm not you Frankie, that looked like it hurt!" Scott mocks.

"Yeah but it's missing something, Logan."

"Like what?"

"Well we are high fliers. We should do something from the top rope."

"Why don't you guys both do a moonsault afterwards?" Scott suggests.

"That's a good idea. Lets see if we can pull it off. Come here." Drake motions for Scott to get to the center of the ring. "Ready?"

"No, but I've gone this far."

They perform the move one more time. This time with the moonsaults added at the end. All four of them where impressed with this idea.

"And which ever one of us is the legal man can do a moonsault pin instead." Drake offers.

"Yeah and what's great is that this can be a counter to a powerbomb or just a regular move like if our opponent is groggy. It works great!" Logan adds.

"Well thanks for the help guys I think we got this one covered now. For being a good sport here's another fifty bucks. Go hit the showers.!" The brothers decide to go there separate ways. Even as a tag team they find it beneficial to stay away from each other for short periods of time.

A loud gargling sound comes from the shower. Drake's eyes are closed and his hands are whipping through his shiny hair, removing some of the thick hair paste that almost allows his hair to be bullet proof while in the ring. His friends and brother used to make fun of him for it, he'd take off his football helmet after a game and it'd be almost like he was ready to go straight to the dating scene, it's no different in wrestling - he wins his match and he chooses the prettiest girl out of the crowd.. He is shirtless; water pouring down his muscular body, for any female the scene would be hypotonic

He seems to be in a world of thought, and he is. He is thinking about two things: One is how hot the chick is going to be that he will pull from the ring this week after his win, as his desires for the title is far greater than any female, like his father always said - no premature rewards, stay calm and cool, confident and focused. Secondly is the reason he knows he will score the hottest chick in the building - the pivotal moment of his career so far in the GDW, everything he has dreamed of, everything that will define his family further as the Wolfe family, and most importantly the exclamation mark to remind everyone else why wrestling was the right choice - to make his father proud. It was everything thinking of it. He and his brother will without a doubt becoming the NEW World Tag Team Champions. A smile spreads across his face as the scene flushes through his mind.."

Drake - "Aww, Yeah, baby! Yes!"

Drake's nearly yelling and grunting at the idea of being the new Tag Team Champion. He is two and zero, both him and his bother are, one being the contender match that got them here and even two solo matches to prove them on the singles stage as well. The brothers are proving to be dominating and nothing will stop them now. Drake can only imagine how the roof is going to blow off the place

Drake - "Aww yeah. I am going to blow it. No doubt in mind. (Referring to his brother, not his penis) We are going to blow it so hard big guy!"

Suddenly laughter breaks out outside of the showers. Girls following Drake around, that has become even more common since the stardom the GDW is bringing them, have obviously been listening to the entire thing. Drake suddenly startled drops the shampoo bottle, it hits his toe. He lets out another long scream.

Drake - "Ahh damn!"

The laughing grows louder. It sounded like a climaxing finish. Drake rolls his eyes, knowing he just made it worse. He knows what they are thinking - everyone's mind always in the gutter. He climbs quickly out of the shower and scoops the towel off the railing. The females however have already taken off with laughter outside the shower room. Drake shakes his head smiling, wrapping the towel tightly around his waist; he decides he'll play their game. "Gotta go get em.." Walking outside into the gym he peers around for his targets. Three girls in the far corner are staring directly at him, blushing; it's obvious that they are the suspects. He walks up to them and curls his arm upwards, pointing towards the shower with his finger, flexing his biceps in the process, "Those showers sure are nice". The girls smile licking their lips, "Uh huh..." one lets out nearly collapsing on the spot. Her mind obviously racing back to what she THINKS she heard in the shower. Drake extends his hand.

Drake - "Hello beautiful. The name is Drake Wolfe. As you probably know." Drake flashes his pretty whites with a wink, she giggles in return. "Now, as you also might know tomorrow is the World Tag Team Championship match at Friday Night Fever - and yours truly, along with my baby brother, is about to become more Golden than an All American family can become. And after the match well I am going to be very excited.. very excited indeed with my BIG.. HARD.. THICK.."

The girl is shuttering in her footsteps. The three moving closer together staring Drake down like a piece of meat. Until he finishes.

Drake - "GWD Tag Team Championship. Yeah, baby!"

They look up surprised. Scratching their heads - putting together the picture of the shower, and Drake's obvious focus and desire for the titles, seeing for once his mind is far away from woman and his lust and desire for only one thing reigns true. To be a Champion. The girls face turn absolutely red, embarrassed as hell as they know Drake knows what they thought too, he leans in and drops them each a kiss on their hot red cheeks.

Drake - "Sorry ladies, this week, I don't have enough love to go around.. my family..and those titles.. it's all that's on my mind."

Drake reaches into his locker a few feet away and grabs his varsity jacket, tossing it on over his rock hard abs, and drops his towel in front of them all. His ass baring as he bends over and pulls up his boxer briefs and pants. Turning around he drops one more wink and walks out - the only thing he is laying this week is the tag titles on his waist in a perm fixture.

[Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.]

The new scene cuts in a football field. Drake has left the gym at this point and stands on an open field. The original scene of him and his brother's great success. They've been successful in everything - everything they touch is success but there was this one time in which it never turned out that way. Drake looks down at his empty finger; this was the football field in which the boys played there State Championship. It was the field in which they did not gain the rings. He sighs remembering the night like it was yesterday. He'll never forget it, denied the ring that he worked so hard for his entire career, it's all he wanted - and his senior year ended without it. He shakes his head slowly.

Drake Wolfe - "Not this time.. it's going to be different, Dad. This time there will not be anyone less than All-American on the playing field. This time there will not be anyone with blood any less thick than blood of a Wolfe, nothing short of being full breed.. a breed that has evolved for one thing and one thing only, success. There is no other option, there is no other way. It is the life of a Wolfe and everything I ever worked for will finally come to head tomorrow night on fever and I will do everything in my power to confirm that I and Logan are without a doubt in the world the NEW World Tag Team Champions.."

Drake moves his finger across the invisible line in which his ring would be if they would have won state. Drake was the star of the night. It was a wonderful close to a final season of football. Drake although his team left had more stats build up in the game than any two combined players on either team. He ruled the night and owned the field but when your victory relies on other players, it never mattered how well he and his brother did, and sometimes they would come up short - because of others. Drake remembered having to suffer through defeat that night. Walking down the line shaking the hands of those who would now wear the ring that he was meant to wear - he hated shaking the hands of what he seen as not worthy opponents, but defeat in the flesh. It was his worst nightmare, to relive such a scenario again, and he would not. It would NEVER happen that way again - he would make sure of that. That's why he was so sure of himself about going into wrestling when Logan still questioned it. Logan's team won the State Championship, Logan was the star of his senior team, Logan never had that moment in time that Drake did. That eye opening moment in history that told him what he learned to breath and know on this day, the day before he would get his rematch in history, a match for a Championship that he would not let pass him by.

Drake paces on that field that incorporated that into his mind. Talking out loud in reconcile about what he been through and what he now knows.

Drake Wolfe - "This is why I left you.."

Staring at the field with a smirk. Football was like his mistress; like wrestling is now. It's why he was single. People always ask Drake why he is with so many different women. They've questioned it as if his choice to be with multiple lovers was a lack of confident, insecurity, as if it was his one and only flaw. But they were wrong it was not a flaw at all. This was why..his love was his sport of choice. His marriage like Logan's soon to be Ashley, his engagement ring, would be the Tag Team Championships, he was going to be married to the GWD, married to success.

Drake Wolfe - "You were not like wrestling. The difference is vast. The Wolfe family was bread to succeed. You kept me from that though and I remember. I remember mothers look on her face when she came down to the field and grabbed my hand, when Logan and Ashley looked me in the eye and said.. you owned the night, Drake. You are truly superior.. But it was the following words that hurt the most. When mother said, you're father will be proud. The hell if he would! Father always told us to compensate from what our teammates fail to do. That is why Logan and I are as successful as a team. It's why there is no denying us are rightful spot among the greatest Tag Teams in the world, it's why we will not be denied becoming the World Tag Team Champions this week on Friday Night Fever. When I have a short coming.." he snickered, as if he did. "If I have a short coming, Logan can make up for it. If my brother has a short coming, I will make up for it. There's no stopping us. As a tag team we are flawless, we are forever, we are perfection, we are the definition of success! That's what you never understood. It's why you denied me of when you put me on the field with a bunch of kids who had a lack of desire, a lack of motivation, and a lack of skill and natural athletic ability to mix them ingredients into a nice bowl of success.. "

He pretends to wrench off the imaginary ring that he has held with him all of his life. Throwing it hard down the field as if he was ending a life-long engagement. He taps his waist line.

Drake Wolfe - "My new mistress understands. Wrestling was created for men like me! For men like my brother and I. The sport does not deny natural ability. If your good and god knows that I am, than you are good and no one else can deny you of that but yourself. Tomorrow night I will enter into a new relationship, a new forever, and a new commitment - a commitment to excellence! A commitment as the NEW Tag Team Champions and no one, because my brother Logan and I, we get it. No one will turn us away.. not you Frankie Cascarino, Torry Renfold, Seth Grange.. none of you!"

He names off a few of his old comrades in football with disgust. Turning his thoughts back to the ring and his opponents.

Drake Wolfe - "On Friday Night Fever the difference between successes is me and my opponents.  Unlike in football you all do not hold my life in your hands. I hold their life in mine. And no one can compare to me. You cannot teach natural skill, you cannot teach perfection.. you cannot deny a Champion his Trophy, and comes Friday Night Fever; I am going to get mine. Call it love, call it desire, call it passion, or simply call it what it is.. it's Drake Wolfe as one half of the NEW Tag Team Champions!"

A flashy smile spreads over his face as he runs his hand through his hair throwing some of the oily gel from his head onto the football field as if he is spitting into its face and marrying into a life of a Champion. 

After the shower Logan steps out and wraps a towel around his waist after drying off. His hair now reaches his eyes and gets in the way. He reaches into his bag and combs his hair back and applies shaving cream to his face. After smoothing out his face he continues to stare into the dimly lit mirror.

"What are you staring at?" Logan asks his reflection out loud.

"You got a problem?" He continues, I will take you out!"

He continues to stare into the mirror for a while with a blank stare. He's pretending to be looking at someone else.

"You know, in all honesty we're really not that different. Other than that silly accent. You like to have fun, I like to have fun. Your partner drinks too much, parties hard and sleeps around, mine does too. We have similar styles in more way than once. So what's the difference? Where you guys are cocky and think that you are God's gift to wrestling, I know better. I am a natural talent. These skills have been with me since I was born. I know that I was meant to be great. There is a fine line between greatness and cockiness and the truth is everyone sees it differently."

By this time it is obvious that Logan is pretending to be talking to Presley Hylton.

"Listen man, I beat you before and I can do it again. I have to. I was meant to be a champion and you directly stand in my way. Since I have been in this business I have been told I don't belong. Everyone has said that I am just another rookie who doesn't know what it means to be a wrestler. It's obvious that everyone is wrong. I am now two and zero and come Friday it will be three and zero. I dare you to prove me wrong. It can't happen. I will go into the Pay Per View the Tag Team Champion and I will defend the title with my life."

"So, 'Feature Presentation' bring your A-Game because this Friday at Fever you will be tested to the very limits. And you will lose. Team Wolfe will triumph! You don't think you are afraid? You will be. We will prove that not only do we belong in the GDW, but that we are the greatest tag team in the company."

He smiles as he splashes water on to his face and leaves the shower room.