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You think Blake ain't worth a dollar, but he feels; like a millionaire
Topic Started: May 7 2010, 10:15 AM (271 Views)
Rich
useless fuckup
[ * ]
The scene opens on Blake Blomberg sitting on his front porch writing something in a notebook. He hears the cameraman and looks at the camera.

"Alright, let's do this fuckin thing already. I'm sure all the little Liger fanboys have been waiting to hear me try to justify my interruption of his masturbation session."

Blake pulls out a pack of smokes.

"Why did I haul my ugly scrawny dirty pale carcass out there and attack such a legendary figure in our sport?"

He takes on cigarette and places it in his mouth.

"Was I trying to make a name for myself by trying to take out a big dog?"

Blake pulls out a lighter.

"Was there something about Liger that I did not like? Was there something that pissed me off?"

The Snake lights up his fag.

"Was I simply in a bad mood after losing somehow to that whiny bitch Andrew Cage?"

He pulls out the cig and exhales.

"Well I guess the answer to all those questions is yes."

He nods his head.

"I was in a shitty mood that night. I'm not a very good loser, despite having plenty of experience at it. I'm not going to make no excuses for losing, it's all my fault. But I'm not going to give up and sink away. I'm going to stick around and keep fighting all the douchebags the company places in my path. You people may not like me much, but I'm harder to get rid of than herpes."

Blake brings the cigarette to his lips and puffs.

"So yeah, I was pretty pissed off. I really wanted to go find Cage and "congratulate" him. But I knew that would just make me a sore loser, so I decide to get out of there and find a decent Philly bar. I was going to take a shower in the locker room, but there were a couple of workers looking at me in a weird way, and having spent time in juvie, I knew better than to hang around."

Blake smokes his cancer stick.

"So as I headed out, I see some new guy with some smug look on his face talking about how he's getting $20 million bucks to work here. Yeah, that got my attention. This guy goes on about how he's the greatest wrestler and the biggest draw out there. He guarantees that he'll carry this promotion on his back and make NEW number 1. Now I know that wrestlers hype themselves up all the time, but this smug douche was claiming to be some sort of wrestling Jesus. The thought of this asshole getting all that money to be that annoying just did something to my head. I just had to get out there."

Blake coughs.

"Excuse me. You'd almost think this stuff wasn't good for you or something. Anyway, I went out there and let him know that not everyone was willing to let him believe that his shit smelled like roses. I showed him that not everyone was afraid to duke it out with him in the ring. I may have lost that battle, but that was just a warm-up. This time, we will have a real fight, and I will use my full arsenal on him. When all is said and done, I will expose Vincent Liger for what he truly is. The NEW's $20 Million dollar man won't be worth a dime."

Blake inhales and exhales carcinogens.

"I mean he could let me bang his old lady in the ass everyday, and I still wouldn't give him that kind of money. He better be able to crap gold."

Blake takes one final puff and puts out the butt.

"From the way he talks, maybe he does. What do I know?"

Blake shrugs his shoulders.

"Alright, that's enough I think."

/black


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