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Corrupt system; Blake "Fights the power!" :-\
Topic Started: Apr 2 2008, 03:42 PM (59 Views)
Poirot
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[The last several days have definitely been hard on one Blake Orange. At Anarchy in the UK Blake didn't come off as well as he would have liked and the press have been all over Blake since the loss, asking him inane questions about how he feels to been defeated so early into his FIW career and every single time, Blake being Blake can't refuse a chance to mouth off against whoever comes into his head first. But this time even Blake is getting hot under the collar from all the questions and is begining to get frustrated by the amount of reporters that are swarming around him.]

[We star-wipe open. It's bright and beautiful day not unlike the day Blake gave his first promo by the riverside. The people on the sidewalk are hustling and bustling with their own little lives and the traffic is bumper to bumper but still there is a good atmosphere in the air. As we open we can see a man wearing a grey shirt, black pants and red suspenders leaning up against the massive window observing the flow outside. It's become obvious to us that this is Blake Orange and this is his headquarters, the nerve center of all Blake's evil schemes - Orange Towers. In the room with Blake is the cameraman who is filming the goings on and Blake's rather demonic lawyer, Padraig O'Dim. In the background we can hear Enola Gay flaring from the surround sound system, but not enough to obscure our perception of the conversation...]

Blake Orange: Ah this beautiful city. I'm so glad to be back home and out of England's green and pleasant pastures.

[Blake watches as the traffic light switches from red to green and the honking stops and the smooth flow of traffic continues. Blake turns around and reveals his face to the camera. He is sporting a bruise on his left eye after a rather vicious shot from Ash Koopa this past Sunday in Reading.]

Padraig O'Dim: Ouch! That Ash Koopa left you with a right shiner.

Blake Orange: It's all cosmetic my dear Mr. O'Dim, I can assure you that Ash Koopa is feeling the brunt of the beating I delivered to him this past Sunday.

[On Blake's desk his phone begins to ring. He picks it up, nods and then becomes angry.]

Blake Orange: I don't care how much Oprah Winfrey wants to pay me for my story, I've still not forgiven her for refusing to feature my published work: Blake Orange - A Prison Diary: In her stupid book club! And she's refused point-blank for me to talk about my work in progress: New Jersey Jayne - A coming of age story set against the great depression of the 1920's! So as far as I'm concerned Oprah can kiss my ass!

[He slams the phone down on the desk, his ego hurt at the rejection.]

Blake Orange: That's it, I don't want anymore damn reporters clouding over me begging for interviews. Nobody and I mean NOBODY is getting in here.

Padraig O'Dim: What about him?

[The camerman waves and gives a nice big smile.]

Blake Orange: ...

Cameraman: ...

Blake Orange: How the hell did you get in here?

Cameraman: I came up here with you, remember? I've been with you since last week.

Blake Orange: Bah, nonsense! I don't remember your face. You must have bribed security... although now you're here I suppose you might have some use in a moment.

Padraig O'Dim: Yes... Now Blake, this matter you wanted me to take care of?

[Blake pulls the blinds closed blocking all sunlight from the room and takes a seat at his desk.]

Blake Orange: You saw the inherently corrupt way the referee conducted himself during my match this past Sunday Padraig. Mark Jackson has made a mockery of the sport of professional wrestling with his seedy, sleazey and all together shameful refereeing. Surely you can do something about that? I want him gone from the world of professional wrestling. By the time we're done with him, I don't want him to be able to hold down a job refereeing a game of Joust!

Padraig O'Dim: Mark Jackson is well respected Blake. I'm not sure there's much we could do in the way of forcing him out of the FIW. In fact I believe people would sooner see you gone than him.

Blake Orange: Well I want SOMETHING done about it Padraig. I was all set to win on Sunday and then that fool Mark Jackson's antics cost me the match. Whichever way you look at it, Blake Orange is the victim of a conspiracy between the damn British, Colbert Tottington and Ash Koopa. I wasthisclose to winning and had it snatched from me thanks to that damn skirt wearing moustache clad Scotsman.

[Padraig sighs.]

Padraig O'Dim: Is there anything else I can help you with Blake?

Blake Orange: Yes, there's a young gentleman who had approached me backstage after my match on Sunday and requested employment should I need any special help with anything. As my lawyer I want you to find out everything you can about him before I make the decision on whether or not to accept this man as part of my personal team.

Padraig O'Dim: Who is it?

[Blake leans over and whispers something in the ear of Padraig that the audio capabilities of our camera fail to pick up. Even the cameraman himself attempts to earwig the whisper but fails.]

Padraig O'Dim: We have a very good working relationship with them, so I think it would be a wise investment to get him onside.

Blake Orange: My sentiments exactly.

Padraig O'Dim: Have you read this week's card yet?

Blake Orange: Yes, I'm up against Shaun Wilson yet again. As if I didn't beat his ass enough on Sunday they're putting me against him again. But I'll be glad of the practice, I could use something to relax me and put me on cruise control after the shenanigans that went on this Sunday and giving Shaun Wilson another beating will provide just the thing to cheer me up.

Padraig O'Dim: Don't you think Wilson will have some pent up agression against you? After all, he didn't do too well at Anarchy In The UK.

Blake Orange: Ah, who cares what Shaun Wilson is feeling. Shaun Wilson is just a confused little boy running around playing Ninjas with his Japanese friends and trying his hand at business and media because he passed his english exam in highschool last week and that qualifies him to start up FIW magazine.

[Blake shakes his head in disgust at the youth of today.]

Blake Orange: I'm telling you Padraig, we should have got Orange Publishing on the job. We could have made millions and also sent out a high quality coherent magazine!

Padraig O'Dim: Blake they've also thrown in the new Hellcat Champion, Lara Toni.

Blake Orange: See this is what I was talking about before Padraig, they put Lara Toni in a match with me and Michaela Menendez as the referee? Can you believe that!? As if a conspiracy between those damn limey's wasn't enough, I've got fucking girl power to watch out for now! It's like Bananarama all over again! I mean Lara Toni as stunningly beautiful as she is, isn't exactly the brightest button in the box. From what I've seen of him Orion Oldriod was a man whom Blake Orange would have been proud to have in his corner. All I ever saw him do was attempt to win Lara her matches but no... as with all women she takes the moral high ground and now Orion is gone. Well she won the Hellcat Division Championship this past Sunday with Oldroid in her corner but let's see how long the little girl can keep her hands on the belt before she's begging she had Oldroid back in her corner shouting her advice and hell, even cheating on her behalf. That's what women are like, ya see? All hypocrites. Mark my words - Lara Toni wishes she was back with Orion Oldroid, and if she doesn't well then I'm gonna have to put the hurts on her until she does.

[Blake pauses.]

Blake Orange: In a way she has the same problems as Shaun Wilson. I mean both are young and extremely talented in the ring but neither has the brains to make it work out for them in the long term. Both are young and naive that they think they know it all and don't take into account experience and planning. But that's where we differ. I happen to be an excellent in-ring technician and I know what to do and when. Wilson and Toni are gonna be running around the ring wondering what the hell is going on and in all the confusion, I'm going to snatch the victory from under them.

Padraig O'Dim: Ya know Blake... what you were just saying then about Jackson's refereeing skills and Menedez as the ref, and coupled with what you just told me about 'prospective employment', I might have the perfect solution to your problems.

Blake Orange: Really? What?

Padraig O'Dim: Let me mull it over and make some phone calls but I know that I can swing it.

Blake Orange: The last man who turned you down was found dead in the river... what is it with the run of awful luck that the people who oppose you come up against? Surely coincidence?

Padraig O'Dim: Uh, yeah. Is that everything you wanted Blake? You've run up quite a bill with me for this RP...

Blake Orange: RP? Huh?

Padraig O'Dim: Nevermind. I'll call you when I've sorted it all out.

[Padraig leaves through the large oak doors. We hear the voice of our cameraman speak out.]

Cameraman: I swear that guy gives me the creeps. I read this book once about this virus that kills all humans on earth, he's just like this guy in it who can transform into a crow or a wolf or whatever he wants!

Blake Orange: What are you on about you imbecile?

Cameraman: Nothing.

[Fade away with a star-wipe out.]
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