Post by Blake Valediction // Man Ram on Jun 14, 2009 1:42:16 GMT -4
Venturing into what looks like a deserted bar we come across a man sitting on a stool, alone. The man looks up and can be seen smoking a cigarette whilst drinking a beer. This man is known by the wrestling world for his racist remarks, arrogance, and his cockiness. It is none other than "The Revelation" Blake Valediction. The TV above the bar cuts off and the bartender walks over to Blake.
Bartender: It's 10 minutes after closing, I did a favor by letting you stay this long. Now you're going to have to put that cigarette out and leave, I have to be home or the missus will get pissed with me.
Blake looks up from the bar with the cancerous cigarette at the side of his mouth. He leans back on his stool and grabs the cigarette, ignoring the bartender he blows puffs of smoke out of his mouth. The bartender gets annoyed for a moment and is about to scream at Blake but is cut off by the calm voice of Blake.
Blake: Over 40 of the most deadly poisons known to man in this little chunk of tobacco rolled in paper. I've been smoking for a couple of years now and it hasn't effected me one bit. I don't see why the media makes such a buzz over lung cancer because this little "Cancer Stick" hasn't done anything to my breathing, I wrestle fine in my matches. You know, I haven't lost a match yet and I don't intend to lose one.
Bartender: That's great kid, living your dream I expect, now haul your ass out of my bar before I am forced to move you myself.
This little comment forces Blake to turn his gaze at the gluttonous bartender. Biting his bottom lip he puts out his cigarette and takes a swig out of the almost empty bottle of beer.
Blake: Listen you pig, not all of us stand at a counter and mix drinks all day. Some of us entertain millions that hate us. You're probably thinking to yourself at this moment hate probably couldn't being anywhere close to how much loathing I get from the millions of people who watch me. They're envious I tell you, they're envious of everything I've done thus far-
Bartender: Look you prick, I've seen you at your work. You're Blake Valediction probably the biggest jackass to go on television and work for a wrestling company that doesn't want you there. You're only there because of people like your father who has connections with the owners. My kids were at home last night watching you interview, they could barely hear what you were saying because of the FCC bleeping out almost every other word you say. If anyone is envious it's yourself, you wish everyone loved you.
Blake stares scornfully at the bartender as if he were about to kill. Instead, he spits in the man's face. The bartender becomes enraged and rushes around the bar towards Blake. While this is happening Blake takes the final drink of his beer. Being a few feet away Blake quickly takes his empty beer bottle and shatters it over the bartenders head knocking him out nearly unconscious. Blake gets up from stool and stands over the bartender as if he has won. Blake smirks as he sees the blood starting to ooze out of the man's head.
Blake: You're wrong Mr. Bartender. Everyone is indeed envious of me. They're jealous of the fact I am the greatest wrestler of my time and yet I could not care any less about them as I do now.
Blake smiles and casually walks out of the bar while lighting another cigarette.
EOT
OOC: After all this I went to jail and shit. xD
Bartender: It's 10 minutes after closing, I did a favor by letting you stay this long. Now you're going to have to put that cigarette out and leave, I have to be home or the missus will get pissed with me.
Blake looks up from the bar with the cancerous cigarette at the side of his mouth. He leans back on his stool and grabs the cigarette, ignoring the bartender he blows puffs of smoke out of his mouth. The bartender gets annoyed for a moment and is about to scream at Blake but is cut off by the calm voice of Blake.
Blake: Over 40 of the most deadly poisons known to man in this little chunk of tobacco rolled in paper. I've been smoking for a couple of years now and it hasn't effected me one bit. I don't see why the media makes such a buzz over lung cancer because this little "Cancer Stick" hasn't done anything to my breathing, I wrestle fine in my matches. You know, I haven't lost a match yet and I don't intend to lose one.
Bartender: That's great kid, living your dream I expect, now haul your ass out of my bar before I am forced to move you myself.
This little comment forces Blake to turn his gaze at the gluttonous bartender. Biting his bottom lip he puts out his cigarette and takes a swig out of the almost empty bottle of beer.
Blake: Listen you pig, not all of us stand at a counter and mix drinks all day. Some of us entertain millions that hate us. You're probably thinking to yourself at this moment hate probably couldn't being anywhere close to how much loathing I get from the millions of people who watch me. They're envious I tell you, they're envious of everything I've done thus far-
Bartender: Look you prick, I've seen you at your work. You're Blake Valediction probably the biggest jackass to go on television and work for a wrestling company that doesn't want you there. You're only there because of people like your father who has connections with the owners. My kids were at home last night watching you interview, they could barely hear what you were saying because of the FCC bleeping out almost every other word you say. If anyone is envious it's yourself, you wish everyone loved you.
Blake stares scornfully at the bartender as if he were about to kill. Instead, he spits in the man's face. The bartender becomes enraged and rushes around the bar towards Blake. While this is happening Blake takes the final drink of his beer. Being a few feet away Blake quickly takes his empty beer bottle and shatters it over the bartenders head knocking him out nearly unconscious. Blake gets up from stool and stands over the bartender as if he has won. Blake smirks as he sees the blood starting to ooze out of the man's head.
Blake: You're wrong Mr. Bartender. Everyone is indeed envious of me. They're jealous of the fact I am the greatest wrestler of my time and yet I could not care any less about them as I do now.
Blake smiles and casually walks out of the bar while lighting another cigarette.
EOT
OOC: After all this I went to jail and shit. xD
