Post by game on Jan 29, 2006 23:27:32 GMT -5
We fade in to Blake Larkinson sitting behind an old and decaying desk, apparently in his shack. Apocalypse is nowhere to be seen, nor is he heard. Blake looks at the camera, and then to someone off camera.
Blake: It's on. Yes, it's on . . . because I can see the red light blinking! (sighs) Yes, it's ON! (clears his throat, and looks at camera) I have come here today to address one man who goes by the name of Lobo. I have a warning . . . and a proposition.
He shuffles around some random pieces of paper, reads them, and continues.
Blake: First, the warning. Be careful. Apocalypse is one crazy individual, and I would hate to see a superstar confined to a wheelchair.
He reads some more paper.
Blake: And, the proposition. I can tell you that I do not approve of Apocalypse merely using me, so I will do anything and everything in my power to lead you to victory on Monday. I promise you.
He shuffles some more paper, and looks to the man off camera. Then he stands, laughing, and stops for a moment.
Blake: It's still on. Yes, the red light is blinking.
Fade to black.
Blake: It's on. Yes, it's on . . . because I can see the red light blinking! (sighs) Yes, it's ON! (clears his throat, and looks at camera) I have come here today to address one man who goes by the name of Lobo. I have a warning . . . and a proposition.
He shuffles around some random pieces of paper, reads them, and continues.
Blake: First, the warning. Be careful. Apocalypse is one crazy individual, and I would hate to see a superstar confined to a wheelchair.
He reads some more paper.
Blake: And, the proposition. I can tell you that I do not approve of Apocalypse merely using me, so I will do anything and everything in my power to lead you to victory on Monday. I promise you.
He shuffles some more paper, and looks to the man off camera. Then he stands, laughing, and stops for a moment.
Blake: It's still on. Yes, the red light is blinking.
Fade to black.