White Zombie
October 11th, 2006, 08:17 PM
Blake Straker:
You know it's funny I mentioned the Perfect Future last week...
We see Blake Straker inside the interview bay with the black and green PWW logo behind him. He's wearing a black sport coat and black dockers, but has a very colorful t-shirt underneath that seems to be some sort of dragon or something. His hair, as always, spiked in the back and the top appears to be freshly designed... as is his facial hair designs, but that's neither here nor there. Let's continue.
Blake Straker:
It's funny I mention it, because one my old compadres from the PF has drawn my number this week. Rob Cavallo. God of Rock? Future? Prodigy? Nicknames much, Rob? No, never, infact I'd keep going. I say keep going until we all forget just how spoiled you are and just how mundane you are. Until you have enough to truly compensate for all that you lack.
Things, quite honestly, I don't lack.
Oh, sure, everyone of those fans jump up and cheer when they hear your little theme song. They all smirk when you predict a perfect future and exclude this guy or that guy from it. Oh, yeah, you're oh so very cool and collected. So sure of yourself... so naive.
Blake grins and looks to the ground.
Blake Straker:
Rob, we have some history. A far different time and a much darker place. A place where I was cast off to the side as little more than a hired hinchman. Your cabana boy, of sorts. "Just let Blake take care of that light work," you'd say with a hearty chuckle and an elbow to the ribs. Oh yeah, you wanted to play me like a puppet. Use me to elevate your own sagging, delapidated career.
Now you come here? To my domain? To my unfinished house and that I am slowly building and you want to take over the blueprints? No, no, this aint the Rob Cavallo show. You aren't going to come in here, pat me on the shoulder and relieve me of duty. No, no, not me. Not this time, Rob. I'm looking out for this company, while you are sucking on the back of it's neck like a little tick. Just sucking up the blood and draining it with your politics and your general demeanor.
When you walk out there tonight, you just watch. Notice how fewer fans stand up and cheer. Notice how your see fewer signs in which your name appears. Notice these things and then realize another.
Look at the t-shirts, Rob. Look at the haircuts. Look at the kids with the new Lizard King foam fingers.
You are not the favorite here tonight, Rob. You never were the favorite. You were small potatoes then, just as you are now, and you are looking to get a rise off of Blake Straker. And while I may make you look good... do not be fooled. Perception is not always reality. You aren't even in the same zipcode as Blake Straker in that ring, with those people.
I do what I do and I do it better than anybody else. Am I blowing smoke up your ass? Maybe. Maybe I'm playing a game with you, I don't know, it's just my nature. It's also my nature to survive, it's my nature to thrive and take advantage of certain situations. The fact is, I'm looking upward and outward. I'm laying the foundation and am building this company up each and every week. Only when I have the gold I so truly desire will this structure be complete.
And I will win that title and I will finish the construction of my empire, because Cavallo, incase you haven't been listening, here's all you need to know. I am the Lizard King and I can do anything. Just when you think you know me, I change my face. Just when you think you know my plans, I rewrite the damn book.
Just when you think you have me beat... I kick out. And you will come to realize that just like that... I crushed your hopes and dreams. Like the shaman, I put the people into a trance. I mezmerize. I wind you in to my aura and then... I proceed to crush your soul.
Straker shakes his head, almost in pity.
Blake Straker:
I can do anything, Rob Cavallo. I am the Lizard King.
Think about it.
And with one moment of pause, the scene fades to darkness.
You know it's funny I mentioned the Perfect Future last week...
We see Blake Straker inside the interview bay with the black and green PWW logo behind him. He's wearing a black sport coat and black dockers, but has a very colorful t-shirt underneath that seems to be some sort of dragon or something. His hair, as always, spiked in the back and the top appears to be freshly designed... as is his facial hair designs, but that's neither here nor there. Let's continue.
Blake Straker:
It's funny I mention it, because one my old compadres from the PF has drawn my number this week. Rob Cavallo. God of Rock? Future? Prodigy? Nicknames much, Rob? No, never, infact I'd keep going. I say keep going until we all forget just how spoiled you are and just how mundane you are. Until you have enough to truly compensate for all that you lack.
Things, quite honestly, I don't lack.
Oh, sure, everyone of those fans jump up and cheer when they hear your little theme song. They all smirk when you predict a perfect future and exclude this guy or that guy from it. Oh, yeah, you're oh so very cool and collected. So sure of yourself... so naive.
Blake grins and looks to the ground.
Blake Straker:
Rob, we have some history. A far different time and a much darker place. A place where I was cast off to the side as little more than a hired hinchman. Your cabana boy, of sorts. "Just let Blake take care of that light work," you'd say with a hearty chuckle and an elbow to the ribs. Oh yeah, you wanted to play me like a puppet. Use me to elevate your own sagging, delapidated career.
Now you come here? To my domain? To my unfinished house and that I am slowly building and you want to take over the blueprints? No, no, this aint the Rob Cavallo show. You aren't going to come in here, pat me on the shoulder and relieve me of duty. No, no, not me. Not this time, Rob. I'm looking out for this company, while you are sucking on the back of it's neck like a little tick. Just sucking up the blood and draining it with your politics and your general demeanor.
When you walk out there tonight, you just watch. Notice how fewer fans stand up and cheer. Notice how your see fewer signs in which your name appears. Notice these things and then realize another.
Look at the t-shirts, Rob. Look at the haircuts. Look at the kids with the new Lizard King foam fingers.
You are not the favorite here tonight, Rob. You never were the favorite. You were small potatoes then, just as you are now, and you are looking to get a rise off of Blake Straker. And while I may make you look good... do not be fooled. Perception is not always reality. You aren't even in the same zipcode as Blake Straker in that ring, with those people.
I do what I do and I do it better than anybody else. Am I blowing smoke up your ass? Maybe. Maybe I'm playing a game with you, I don't know, it's just my nature. It's also my nature to survive, it's my nature to thrive and take advantage of certain situations. The fact is, I'm looking upward and outward. I'm laying the foundation and am building this company up each and every week. Only when I have the gold I so truly desire will this structure be complete.
And I will win that title and I will finish the construction of my empire, because Cavallo, incase you haven't been listening, here's all you need to know. I am the Lizard King and I can do anything. Just when you think you know me, I change my face. Just when you think you know my plans, I rewrite the damn book.
Just when you think you have me beat... I kick out. And you will come to realize that just like that... I crushed your hopes and dreams. Like the shaman, I put the people into a trance. I mezmerize. I wind you in to my aura and then... I proceed to crush your soul.
Straker shakes his head, almost in pity.
Blake Straker:
I can do anything, Rob Cavallo. I am the Lizard King.
Think about it.
And with one moment of pause, the scene fades to darkness.