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Date Posted: 17:51:57 04/18/03 Fri
Author: "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade
Subject: A Plan in the Works

(Scene opens with a shot of the entire of a well furnished and stylish office. The walls are adorned with degrees from various prestigious institutions and pictures of assorted business dignitaries. The large, intricately carved varnished oak desk somehow manages to not seem out of place with the high tech furnishings the fill the rest of the room. Somehow the latest posturepedic chairs, the advanced laptop and intercom system and other room dressings seem to fit in just fine with the antique desk. The chair behind the desk, facing away from the camera and thus concealing its occupant, is extremely large and thrown likely. The positions and orientations of the rest of the furniture are designed to enhance the thrown effect and give a definite sense of power and intimidation to the man in the chair. As the camera swings in closer, the chair twirls around revealing its resident to be Kevin O'Reilly, dressed in the most dapper of suits as always. His short brown hair is emaculate and his features are as handsome as ever. However, as we have caught glimpses of in the past, there is something mysterious and... indescribable in his eyes and smile. Whatever it is, though for the life of us we can't tell why, makes us feel just a tad bit uncomfortable. In addition to his exquisite suit, O'Reilly is wearing a hands free headset telephone, and has an ear to ear grin.)

O'Reilly- (with clear glee) Yes, everything is going absolutely wonderfully. After all he fought for, he lost the tournament in the final match, and lost it in large part thanks to Todd arranging byes in the first and third rounds, no less. Sure, he rebounded by winning the OWF title, but that belt is a mere trinket compared to what he's lost. It couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it.

(There is a pause as whoever is on the other end of the line speaks.)

O'Reilly- No, I didn't plan it. I'm not that involved with his affairs... At least, not yet. It was simply a beautiful turn of luck. But one I won't hesitate to take advantage of.

(O'Reilly reaches forward, typing a few keys on his laptop and bringing up a file.)

O'Reilly- I've got a contract written and ready. I'm going to pay our boy a visit soon, see if I can get him to see things in the proper light, get him pointed in the right direction, pitch the idea. Then I'll get him to sign on Blackened. (pause) Oh, he'll sign all right, don't you worry. He's in the perfect situation. And in case you've forgotten, I can be very persuasive. Before you know it, Gabriel Blade will be my latest acquisition, and then the fun begins. Then the fun begins. He has such potential, this one. So strong, so determined. He's perfect.

(O'Reilly listens again, resting his elbows on his impressive desk and folding his hands together, thumbs, pointers, and pinkies pointing up.)

O'Reilly- No, I don't think he's too strong. Yes, he has resources at his disposal, but look at their distribution. His friends are back at school working on degrees, and yes, the summer will be here soon, but they have to work to save enough money to pay for college. He has Michael Burke, but his tag team partner hasn't been very reliable as of late. And look at the situation with his parents. His father may want to reconcile, but he's too proud of a man, and too fearful of his emotions to say anything, and his mother feels trapped in the middle and is growing ever more distant from them both. No, his strength is great, but we won't have to overcome it. We can channel it, redirect it, move it to where it should be. If I can do that, we'll be on top of the world.

(Listening, O'Reilly smiles wickedly at what he hears.)

O'Reilly- Yes, I am rather confident. Cocky, brash, perhaps even arrogant. But trust me, it's warranted. This will be my greatest achievement. Just wait.

(pause)

O'Reilly- Ah, yes, the rumored return of Daemon Krav. I must admit, I didn't anticipate that little development... Yes, it is quite an interesting little wrinkle, but yet another to work in our favor. The return of the Sentinel's greatest nemesis? It's shaken him, knocked him off track. It was an unexpected blow when he was least prepared for one. It's pushed him further; made him think more of the world is against him. He has more enemies than friends, more battles to fight than times to fight them, and he knows it. He needs allies now more than ever. It's the perfect time for my entrance. There's no way he can turn me down. It's only a matter of time before everything falls into place.

(pause followed by laughter.)

O'Reilly- Well, you know me, old friend, when I set my eye on something, I want it like there's nothing else in the world. And I always get what I want. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some further details to attend to... Yes, soon, very soon. Good bye.

(Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city...)

(Scene cuts to the inside of a Seattle area hotel. "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade walks in through the glass double doors dress in blue jeans and his worn leather jacket. He carries a duffel bag in one hand and has a backpack slung over the other shoulder. A tired, haggard expression rests on his face as he walks into the lobby and up to the front clerk, a slight, pale, young man in a modest suit.)

Clerk- May I help you, sir?

Gabe- Yes, I have reservations. The name's Blade, Gabriel Blade.

(The clerk turns to his computer and punches a few keys on the keyboard before an upset look crosses his face.)

Clerk- Oh, I'm sorry sir. There's been a bit of a mix up. It seems your room was accidentally double booked, and the other clients have already registered...

(Gabe looks on unbelieving. This has already been the beginning of a very bad day, and this is the last thing he needs to deal with right now.)

Gabe- Well, do you have any other rooms open?

Clerk- (hesitantly) None in that price range, sir. The least expensive available room will still be quite an increase.

(A look of anger crosses Blade's face. With the way this day has been going, soon this clerk will be wearing on his last nerve. He clenches his fist as if about to strike the front counter but relaxes it and tries to control himself.)

Gabe- Look, I need a hotel room, and I don't have a lot of money to spend. You guys said you had a room for me, there's got to be something you can do to help me out here.

Clerk- I'm sorry, sir, there's really not a whole lot I can do...

(Another man, older and in a much better suit, overhears the conversation as he emerges from an office. He quickly moves up to Blade and the clerk.)

Man- (to the clerk) Thank you, Jeff, but I believe I can handle it from here. (to Gabe) Excuse me, sir, are you Mr. Blade?

Gabe- ... (a little surprised) Yes, yes I am.

Man- There's nothing to worry about, sir, everything's been taken care of. You lawyer called earlier to check on your reservation, and we've straightened everything out with him...

Gabe- My lawyer?... O'Reilly.

Man- Yes, sir. And please believe me when I say we are very sorry for the inconvenience and we in no way intended to cause you any difficulties. Your reservations have been upgraded. You'll be staying in one of our nicest rooms at no additional cost. If you have any other problems whatsoever or anything is not to your satisfaction, please, ask for me personally. My name is Richard Dunn, and I will take care of any situations that should arise. We've got you all checked in already, so if you'd like, the bellboy will show you to your new room now.

Gabe- ... Ok.

(Gabe, somewhat awkwardly as he is not used to such treatment, hands his bags over to the bellboy who leads the way to the elevator. O'Reilly, he thinks, that man doesn't look like he's going to stop sticking himself into Gabe's life and claiming to be his lawyer. Oh well, he's not going to complain, he really needed a room, and didn't have the time or the energy to deal with the hassle. He'll say this for O'Reilly, at least, he's persistent, and he gets things done.)

(The scene cuts to the inside of Blade's room, much bigger than he's used to and with a big, comfortable looking bed, as well as a complimentary fruit basket on the table. Nice touch. Gabe takes his bags from the bellboy, hands the kid [listen to him, kid, the "kid" is almost as old as he is] a few bucks and sends him on his way. Tossing his stuff on the floor he collapses face first onto the bed. After lying there for a moment he turns over, laying on his back and sighing. He is so tired. Exhausted, really, and he's got so much training to do. He knows very well the caliber of the opponents he will face at the next Blackened, and if he's to have a chance of beating them, he'll need to be at 100%, or as close to it as possible. But still, it seems so hard to get up. After a few minutes he forces himself up. This hotel is supposed to have a pretty nice gym, that's one of the reasons he picked it, so he wouldn't have to leave to train as often. It's about time he finds it, gives it a once over, and sees if it's all it's cracked up to be.)

Gabe- Come on, Gabe, time to get to work.

(Standing up out of bed and walking over to where he carelessly tosses his bags, he picks up the duffel bag and walks over to the bureau. He unloads most of the bag's contents into the first couple of drawers, leaving his work out clothes behind, and straightens up. Making sure he has is electronic card key with him, he heads out the door in search of the gym.)

(The scene cuts back down to the lobby of the hotel, where Kevin O'Reilly confidently walks in. Spotting him quickly he walks straight over to Mr. Dunn, who notices him with surprise.)

Mr. Dunn- Mr. O'Reilly, I hadn't expected to see you, is everything all right?

O'Reilly- That's what I was hoping you could tell me, Mr. Dunn. Did my client get checked in ok?

Mr. Dunn- Yes sir, without a hitch, everything should be just fine. He's settling in as we speak, if you'd like me to ring him.

O'Reilly- No, that will be just fine. Glad to see you're on top of things, Dunn, I'd have hated for their to be any... hard feelings between our two parties.

Mr. Dunn- Oh, so would I, Mr. O'Reilly, and I assure you there are none on my end. I certainly hope there are none on yours.

O'Reilly- Relax, my good man, you just take good care of my client, and everything will be fine.

(Jeff, the clerk from earlier, walks up to Mr. Dunn and hesitates for a moment before tapping him on the shoulder.)

Jeff- Excuse me, sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you...

Mr. Dunn- (snapping) You should be, I'm with a very important client!

Jeff- I'm sorry, sir, normally I wouldn't bother you, but there's a phone call you have to take. It's urgent, sir.

Mr. Dunn- (flustered, to O'Reilly) I'm sorry sir, would you please excuse me for a moment? I have some other business I need to attend to.

O'Reilly- That's quite all right, Dunn, I believe I've heard everything I need to hear from you.

Mr. Dunn- Thank you, sir.

(Mr. Dunn rushes off to deal with the call as O'Reilly once again displays that indecipherable smile. Reaching into his right pocket, he proceeds to extend his hand to Jeff the clerk, subtly passing him a few bills. Jeff shakes his hand, taking the bills and trying to pocket them without looking suspicious while at the same time trying to withhold a grin.)

O'Reilly- Everything happened as I instructed?

Jeff- Yes, sir, I saw to it that the room was double booked and that the other guests arrived before your call to Mr. Dunn, and I made sure to make it look like a clerical error. I also made sure to make it seem like the situation was just being discovered and there was no way to easily resolve it to Mr. Blade when he arrived, just like you asked.

O'Reilly- Very good, Jeff, very good. And where is my client now?

Jeff- I really wouldn't have any way of knowing, sir.

(O'Reilly smiles wickedly before once again reaching into his pocket and palming a few more bills.)

O'Reilly- Surely a man as intelligent as you must have some resources?

Jeff- (coughing, and looking around quickly to make sure no one is watching.) I believe he may be taking a look around or gym facilities.

O'Reilly- (shaking the boy's hand again) Thank you, Jeff, you've done a most excellent job.

Jeff- (hiding the money again) Thank you, sir, thank you.

O'Reilly- (as he walks towards the door) Already hard at work in the gym, that's my boy. I knew I made the right choice.

(The scene cuts to a close up of a station in the hotel's gym where Blade is diligently bench pressing an impressive weight. It's a good thing that whole room thing was straightened out, he thinks, he really needs to get some rest before the show, and that bed was so comfortable... He probably shouldn't think of that right now, it'll only distract him, and he's got to keep going. He's got way too much work left to do before he can think about sleep. Still, it's a good thing O'Reilly checked up on him, as overly assertive as that may have been. It seems like O'Reilly's a good guy to have around. Maybe he should give more thought to O'Reilly's offer... But that's another thought for later. His body must be his focus now, for he has to train to beat the Iron Man. Ok, Gabe, lift... lift...)

(Fade To Black.)

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