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[Drake Sage]

Drake_Sage

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Date Posted：24/09/2010 7:04 AMCopy HTML . . W a r n i n g . . The roleplay of  Drake Sage that you are about to read will in no doubt contain material and language not suitable for a younger audience or somebody who gets easily offended by such material. If a bit of sex and swear words here and there does not offend you then proceed to read on, if you get offended by such material Use your brain close the damn thing, and proceed to live the rest of your twisted life  You know how movies are rated "R" and "NC-17" and such? Well this roleplay is guaranteed to put those ratings to shame. If this roleplay doesn't have the word "Fuck" in it at least 4 times, it's a fucking stolen layout, well, stlen from me since I stole it originally. Trust me, these roleplays are NOT for the faint of heart unless I am being a half ass comedian like usual. Oh, and if you're religious, pray right now, because you're about to read something that would give the pope a heart attack. Got that? Now, if you think you're up to the challenge, READ ON, DOUCHEBAGING SICK MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD!! . The Real God. The scene picks up again after extreme show cuts off. The camera pawns to Drake who is standing by the monitor in all black smirking hellishly at the monitor. Grabbing a piece of black material that was sitting next to him he starts walking away. All of a sudden the camera returns to the arena area. The lights dim as you can hear Rick Ross " I think im big meech, larry hoover, whipin work, holla lu ya, one nation, under god, real Gods get money from the fuckin start" BmF blares over the P.A. system as the crowed with mixed reactions pawns to Drake at the top of the ramp. Looking around the arena he walks slowly with a smirk on his face. Once to the ring he goes threw the ropes and looks at the crowed as Drake walks to the announcer and askes for the mic. Drake Sage " Wow. I don't get an introduction? Do you know who i am? I am undefeated in SEF. I want my respect. I took that jobber out like i said. I told you it would be fast and quick. I told everyone i would make this kid look like the little bitch he is. I hit him with the game over. I hit my Sage-A-Nator on this kid. I finished him. I beat him. Look what happens I get put down on the bottom of the card again match 1. Against Shane again? What the hell is this? a retarded rematch? Oh..sorry my bad. The damn general manager added a freaking Car into the mix. We got a Jericho love child and a god damn 1999 Chevy CAMARO in the building. How could this get any worse? How? Putting me against these people is unnecessary, stupid, and ignorant. What do i need to do? Do i need to PUNT some one in the head? " The crowed POPS as the smirk across Drake's face gets bigger. Drake Sage Oh shit that's what happened to Ares. That's funny. Now anyways back to this Sunday in this triple threat match. I feel that this match is just showing me that the management does not know what the real deal is if it slapped them with a dildo. Look at me. I got the looks. The brains. The killer instinct of a champion and a champion is what i should be. I beat this Jericho wanna be country hick looking kid in less then 5 minutes!! 5 god damn minutes. Who els on their debut takes out someone in less then 5 minutes. The show had to end early. Normally 2 hours it had to end. Everyone must of thought our match was going to be like 20 minutes. Sorry guys. I'm not here to entertain the people in the crowed. I'm here to make an impact for myself. Like those kids in TNA. Instead of GEN ME. Its Generation....SAGE! Extreme i won't only just take out Shane once again and just for a sugar coat. I will give both of my opponents a PUNT..to..the..head! Get It? Got It? GOOD!  BmF blares over the system again as Drake Sage stands there waiting for a response from anyone in the back, This Layout Was Made For Drake Sage by Whitney Marret a.k.a Liz Decker. If you really want to steal this, go ahead. It was so simple to make and the time was effortless. So use this layout or email Liz at armydevil74@hotmail.com to get either a banner or layout. Thanks, Whitney Marret a.k.a. Liz Decker