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| Blake is lucky; to have a lawyer like O'Dim | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2008, 04:13 PM (45 Views) | |
| Poirot | Apr 4 2008, 04:13 PM Post #1 |
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[Blake Orange has been busy busy busy over the past few days. What with preparing for a match against The Flycore Phenom Shaun Wilson and the Hellcat Champion Lara Toni and his campaign to have referee Mark Johnson fired and the mysterious offer he recieved from an enigmatic stranger at Anarchy In The UK and not to mention being the CEO of a huge conglomerate have all left Blake to seem over worked. And he is - only he'd rather die than admit any weakness to anyone.] [We bypass our usual star-wipe introduction and simply fade in slowly to reveal Blake's penthouse appartment at the very summit of Orange Towers. It's a beautiful place at first glance but on closer inspection we can see that the place is decked out awfully retro. Flamboyant colours, leopard print rug and a big picture of Madonna domineers the room. The yin-yang coffee table is littered with copies of the Financial Times, Fortune and Rich Bastard Monthly. Blake is sitting on the huge off white sofa, his shirt collar undone after a long stressful day. With him are two bleached blonde floozies clad in Bikinis and are fawning all over Blake, or rather, his bank account. A rather loud offensive rap song is being playing loudly over Blake's sound system.] Blake Orange: ...and you say this Slim Shady is white? [One of the girls nods and Blake shakes his head disgusted at the violence portrayed in today's rap music. Nothing like his old NWA tapes. The phone rings and Blake looks annoyed at having been interupted entertaining his guests. He excuses himself and crosses to the otherside of the room and picks up the reciever.] Blake Orange: *sigh*...hello? Voice: Blake, it's me Padraig. Blake Orange: Hello Padraig. Padraig O'Dim: A few things Blake, did you get the audio tape I sent you? Blake Orange: Yeah, it's on my shelf. I haven't listened to it yet. What's on it? Padraig O'Dim: You'll see. It's about your match. I just thought you should know what it is that we're dealing with. Blake Orange: Excellent. Anything else? Padraig O'Dim: I've spoken to our man and he's willing to help us in 'any way possible'. Blake Orange: Splendid. I'll have him accompany me to ringside at this week's ReVolt. Padraig O'Dim: You could do that Blake, but I have a better idea. Remember how you were saying that you didn't want Michela Menedez as the referee because she might show bias towards another woman? Blake Orange: Yes. Padraig O'Dim: Well I've sorted something out that will remove that problem. I'll explain when you arrive. Blake Orange: Okay Padraig, but how did you swing something so fast? Padraig O'Dim: Let's just say that a certain member of management will be found dead tomorrow after being violently beaten to death in an alley by some tramps! [Padraig almost laughs himself to death with a piercing chuckle.] Blake Orange: ...what? Padraig O'Dim: I've said too much as it is. Blake Orange: You worry me sometimes Padraig, my cameraman insists that you're the devil. Padraig O'Dim: Who is this cameraman? Does he like roses? Have you ever heard him mention Ka? Blake Orange: What the hell are you going on about cars for? Look, I've got to go, I'm 'entertaining' some friends. [Beep] [Blake hangs up without saying goodbye and places the phone back on the reciever. He stands for a moment in thought, holding the tape from Padraig in his hand, rolling it in his fingers. It's entitled "Leland 04.03.08".] Floozie #1: Blake darling what are you doing? Floozie #2: Yeah you said you were gonna show us the size of your wallet. Blake Orange: I wonder what moves Jericho has made to ensure Lara Toni the victory... Floozie #1: Oh he's going on about that wrestling thing again. Floozie #2: Yeah Blake, c'mon... tell us how rich you are! Blake Orange: Shut up. I'm thinking. [Blake picks up a dictaphone presses the play button. He listens intently as the voices of Jericho and Leland fill the airwaves, with Jericho discussing the Bible and other topics. Blake listens to the entire tape with his eyebrows raised, studying the speech patterns of Jericho for any sign of the man's plans but can find none. Blake sighs again and presses stop on the dictaphone as the two women have become so bored they're playing on Blake's Mrs. Pac-man arcade machine in the corner. Blake is unconcerned with them and is preoccupied with thoughts of his own match.] Blake Orange: It's a good thing I pay Padraig an obscene fortune to get me out of these things. Looks like I'll have even less of a problem on Sunday. [Blake motions for the two women who quit their giggling and follow Blake into the bedroom.] [Fade out.] |
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