White Zombie
October 5th, 2006, 02:15 PM
Blake Straker:
I can remember very vividly...
The screen goes from blackness to Blake Straker sitting in a chair infront of a camera, running his hand over the shaved/designed portion of his hair.
Blake Straker:
I was working this show in some state below the Mason-Dixon and this was when I was runnin' with Perfect Future. There was this crowd of people waiting outside the arena trying to get autographs and stuff, and I was low on the totum poll and had to go out through this crowd to get out to my rental car. The other big stars, you know, they had escorts out the back door and stuff, the guys with real heat, but I knew I had an affect on people when this old man stopped me. I had attacked somebody and helped the Perfect Future win a match or something and this old man was just outraged and he asked me, "HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?" and tossed some popcorn at me.
These were old school fans, you see, they got pretty riled up and didn't really understand that at that point, I was making money. I was the enforcer and for that short, short period I was doing whatever it took. I soon figured out that the method I was using isn't the best, however, and I realized that once you start pissing people off and threatening their lively hood, things can escalate very quickly and become very dangerous.
Good thing I'm an adrenaline junky. I love the suspense...
Blake laughs and sits upright in his chair.
Blake Straker:
You see, when that old man posed me with that question, I didn't really have an answer, but with the 20/20 hindsight I've developed, I can say now that after months and months of screwing people over, calling people out, and making them into irrelevant jokes, I had to develop a skill far more important than those I possessed in the ring. Far more vital to my survival...
I learned how to sleep with both eyes open.
Blake laughs again, but then exhales and gets serious.
Blake Straker:
Dawn of Destiny, I'm teaming up with this kid Adam Pugh. I kind of like him, cause much like me, he doesn't seem to give a f*ck who his opponents or his partners are, and that's a good trait to have. Confidence against all faces of adversity. I see bits of myself in this kid, I must admit, as I actually did take the liberty of checking out some of his work. I guess I'm going senile or something.
Pugh, you're not a bad wrestler... you're just not a good one. Don't worry, though, because your partner is.
As for Tyler Hart... as for Nicolas Smirnov... well, I brought up that story about the old man for a reason. The fact is, I know you two like to play dirty. I know you two both consider yourselves risk takers. Smirnov, man, I hadn't even wrestled in months and still took you to the clinic last week. I made you tap out, something I can honestly say I had never done before that night. In all honesty, it's overrated. A waste of time and effort. You were done with the Soul-Crusher. But I brought up that story because of another fact and that is one of you two geniuses may get the notion that, "Maybe we should cheat over Blake Straker and get the win!"
Oh, what tangled webs we weave. I used to think the same way, you know? Live in the now, don't worry about tomorrow. Get the win and deal with the reprecussions. That's fine, man, go for it. Try me. But, you know, you guys and my own partner have something in common and that is you are all green ass rookies. You are all very limited in your experiences. You don't really seem to grasp the finer points of this business yet.
If you have any passing thoughts about screwing over Blake Straker, I advise you to do one thing. Go to the super market and buy yourselves a TV guide. Look through the listings. Look at the timeslots. Look at the really late and really early timeslots. Hmmm... lots of old shows and reruns and infomercials. Well, if you screw over Blake Straker, you better either learn to sleep with your eyes open or learn to love that televised trash, because I will get my revenge and I promise... I TESTIFY! Screw me over and I will get my revenge and it will be swift and it will be mercilous and, most likely, unexpected...
You doubt me? You doubt my ability? You want to test my powers and try to defy my will and testament? Well, then, remember one thing. Perhaps these words will just roam in the back of your head for now, but they will become a lot more clear if you walk the forewarned path and that is...
I am the Lizard King and I... can do anything... which includes making either of you my bitch.
A beat and then fade to black.
I can remember very vividly...
The screen goes from blackness to Blake Straker sitting in a chair infront of a camera, running his hand over the shaved/designed portion of his hair.
Blake Straker:
I was working this show in some state below the Mason-Dixon and this was when I was runnin' with Perfect Future. There was this crowd of people waiting outside the arena trying to get autographs and stuff, and I was low on the totum poll and had to go out through this crowd to get out to my rental car. The other big stars, you know, they had escorts out the back door and stuff, the guys with real heat, but I knew I had an affect on people when this old man stopped me. I had attacked somebody and helped the Perfect Future win a match or something and this old man was just outraged and he asked me, "HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?" and tossed some popcorn at me.
These were old school fans, you see, they got pretty riled up and didn't really understand that at that point, I was making money. I was the enforcer and for that short, short period I was doing whatever it took. I soon figured out that the method I was using isn't the best, however, and I realized that once you start pissing people off and threatening their lively hood, things can escalate very quickly and become very dangerous.
Good thing I'm an adrenaline junky. I love the suspense...
Blake laughs and sits upright in his chair.
Blake Straker:
You see, when that old man posed me with that question, I didn't really have an answer, but with the 20/20 hindsight I've developed, I can say now that after months and months of screwing people over, calling people out, and making them into irrelevant jokes, I had to develop a skill far more important than those I possessed in the ring. Far more vital to my survival...
I learned how to sleep with both eyes open.
Blake laughs again, but then exhales and gets serious.
Blake Straker:
Dawn of Destiny, I'm teaming up with this kid Adam Pugh. I kind of like him, cause much like me, he doesn't seem to give a f*ck who his opponents or his partners are, and that's a good trait to have. Confidence against all faces of adversity. I see bits of myself in this kid, I must admit, as I actually did take the liberty of checking out some of his work. I guess I'm going senile or something.
Pugh, you're not a bad wrestler... you're just not a good one. Don't worry, though, because your partner is.
As for Tyler Hart... as for Nicolas Smirnov... well, I brought up that story about the old man for a reason. The fact is, I know you two like to play dirty. I know you two both consider yourselves risk takers. Smirnov, man, I hadn't even wrestled in months and still took you to the clinic last week. I made you tap out, something I can honestly say I had never done before that night. In all honesty, it's overrated. A waste of time and effort. You were done with the Soul-Crusher. But I brought up that story because of another fact and that is one of you two geniuses may get the notion that, "Maybe we should cheat over Blake Straker and get the win!"
Oh, what tangled webs we weave. I used to think the same way, you know? Live in the now, don't worry about tomorrow. Get the win and deal with the reprecussions. That's fine, man, go for it. Try me. But, you know, you guys and my own partner have something in common and that is you are all green ass rookies. You are all very limited in your experiences. You don't really seem to grasp the finer points of this business yet.
If you have any passing thoughts about screwing over Blake Straker, I advise you to do one thing. Go to the super market and buy yourselves a TV guide. Look through the listings. Look at the timeslots. Look at the really late and really early timeslots. Hmmm... lots of old shows and reruns and infomercials. Well, if you screw over Blake Straker, you better either learn to sleep with your eyes open or learn to love that televised trash, because I will get my revenge and I promise... I TESTIFY! Screw me over and I will get my revenge and it will be swift and it will be mercilous and, most likely, unexpected...
You doubt me? You doubt my ability? You want to test my powers and try to defy my will and testament? Well, then, remember one thing. Perhaps these words will just roam in the back of your head for now, but they will become a lot more clear if you walk the forewarned path and that is...
I am the Lizard King and I... can do anything... which includes making either of you my bitch.
A beat and then fade to black.