By My Side
by RandyFan
Chapter Five
Author's Note: Please forgive the long absence! I've been super busy lately, but here is Chapter Five! Now, it is a pretty big switch from the Blake that deputed in Chapter 2. Does Blake act differently behind the scenes? Read and find out!
Please read and review! And a special thanks to Miss Ed! I really appreciate your comments, and you deserve all the praise you get and more! This chapter is dedicated to you.
P.S. Right before I was about to submit this chapter, my computer froze and I lost the updated, better version! I was so mad! It took me almost 30 minutes to rewrite/add more/remove pieces in this chapter. Ugh! Anyway, I revised it AGAIN. I don't think it is as good as the version that I lost, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.
Blake's POV
"Blair, now!" I demanded of my personal assistant. Surely Vince didn't expect me to run such a huge entity, like RAW, by myself. And trust me - Bischoff is no help.
The little blonde-haired dweeb scuttled over to my huge mahogany desk with my Coke in one hand and my brief case in the other. "Here you go, sir. A Coca Cola with two pieces of Irish spring water ice cubes," he said when he handed me a crystal goblet. I reach out and take it from his little paws. He set the brief case on my desk and popped it open, extracting a group of papers in a binded folder.
"And here... here is your press release. It details RAW's network switch, the airing times, and other basic information regarding the new contract deal. Oh, it also explains how happy you are with the new network." He was pretty happy with his work. I eyed him suspiciously and took the folder from his boney white fingers.
I flipped through the binded pages. The papers were all crisp and aligned properly. Heaven help me if Blair made that mistake again. I'm halfway through the release, which is looking pretty good, by the way, when I spot the inevitable - a damn typo! This blasted kid was useless! I immediately close the report and look up at the anxious, trembling Blair.
"How do you spell 'commitment'?" I ask Blair. His heart drops so fast I can hear it. He takes a big gulp from his dry throat - the type that can mean only one thing: he's scared.
"Comm... commitment?" He trembled. I look at him expectantly, urging him to continue with a raised eyebrow.
"C-o-m-m-i-t-m-e-n-t?" He choked out. If he can spell it out loud, why couldn't spell it on this damn paper? I threw the report at the skinny kid before me.
"It's crap." I told him. "Next time use spell check." I push my chair back and start to leave my office when I realize I forgot my drink. I walk backwards to my desk and pick up the goblet. I put the cold rim of the glass to my lips and take a long drink before setting it back down. I walk to my office's exit, but not before warning him.
"Oh, dont forget to make the ice cubes from Irish spring water, not that faucet crap." He looks at me stunned, obviously wondering how I found out he gipped me on ice. He shouts, "It's all they had!" as I turn out of the doorway and down the corridor.
I'm walking down the hallway at TitanTower. After making a left turn at the restroom, I go about 15 feet before I see an oak door with a plaque reading, "E. Bischoff". I push through the door and march right up to Bischoff's secretary. "Hey Marcia, I need to talk to Eric." She nods and says, "Okay, go ahead." Through the doorway behind the secretary's desk, I can see straight into Eric's private office. There he is, sitting at his desk, wearing that ugly suit, looking stupid as I walk passed Marcia, heading through the doorway. I lean over, putting both of my hands on his oak desk.
"You can have Blair back." I say to Bischoff coldly. "A retarded chimpanzee could do a better job than that incompetant."
I look down at his hand - one is holding onto the phone receiver, the other was resting on the switch-hook. Bischoff looks at me, kind of taken aback by my sudden intrusion. "Ugh... okay." He swallows as he sorted my latest comment in his brain.
"Do you need anything else, Blake? Or was that the only reason you paid me this visit?" Bischoff asked with that tone of voice. Hard to say exactly what it was, though... Annoyance? Cockiness? Fear?
"Actually, Bisch, I do." I take my hands off of his desk and straighten myself, flattening out the newly-made crease in my GUESS? Rio Slit Polo. "Give me Orton's number. The creative team and I are having a meeting this afternoon about the Randy/Stacy storyline. I'd like Randy to sit in."
"Oh..." You could see the gears turning in his fuzzy white head, wondering, 'Why wasn't I invited to this meeting?'. He pushed his chair back from the desk a bit and opened a drawer. He reached in and pulled out a manilla folder, which I promptly snatched from his hand. 'Why don't I have one of these?' I wonder to myself.
"Thanks." I smirk as I walk out of his office.
"Umm, I'll be needing that back," he told the back of my head. I turned to face him, walking backwards towards the exit.
"Right." I laughed, still smirking. I yanked open the folder, searching the list for 'Randy Orton'. I continued to scan the page until I saw it.
"Let's see how fast you can get from Saint Louis to Stamford." I laughed to myself, removing the piece of paper with Randy's number, birthdate, social security number and address. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed.
"Hello?" a tired, deep voice answered from the other line.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! As you can see, Blake's character has taken a 360 from Chapter Two. I'm still not sure how I am going to phase everything in, so please be patient! Again, please read and review! Thanks!
