Promo - All Apologies

[Guest Pa|adin]

The phone rings.

 

It disturbs his peaceful slumber. The sun beats down, shining through the window, and as he opens his eyes, he quickly winces and puts his arm up to cover his eyes. He sits back up, stretching is arms as he looks at the clock. Almost five PM, when he curled up on the couch, it was ten the night before. His arm absently knocks on of the bottles from off the coffee table. He sighs, luckily the bottle didn't have anything in it, as he drank all the alcohol inside it the night before.

 

The five-metre trip to the telephone is exhausting, but even worse is tripping over the sofa. He picks up the phone, not in the mood to talk, lifting the receiver to his ear.

 

"Hello..." He manages to mumble, followed by a hoarse cough.

 

"You don't sound at all well," the voice of the other line replies, laughing.

 

He freezes up, as if hearing this voice has cured his hang over. He mumbles something, but makes out no coherent words as the voice replies. "I see you joined the S - W - F, now why would you go and do a silly little thing like that, hmmm?"

 

"You know why..." Christian replies. "I -"

 

"Yes I know why, but brother, there really was no need."

 

"You said..."

 

"I know I'm sorry for what I said, I shouldn't have sent you that package. This place, it's not the place for you. I bet you've already started drinking."

 

He looks over at the six bottles of various liquor. He blatantly lies, "... No."

 

"You were never good at lying Chris... I went to your room."

 

"You were here...? W - Why didn't you wake me? I've needed to talk to you."

 

"You have me now, what did you want to say?"

 

"Well.... All I need to know is...Why? Why all this?"

 

A long sigh is heard on the other end of the line, "Oh Chris, you know me, always doing wacky and zany things."

 

"Don't play with me, tell me." Comes the impatient reply.

 

Another sigh is heard, "I was destroyed, Chris. They talk my whole life away from me, and do you know the sad thing? No one cared. Imagine that, no one! I was all alone, and I lost myself, I was totally lost, and so I turned to you, because I knew you would be there to help, you always did."

 

"I shouldn't have been such a fool."

 

"You’re not a fool, you're my brother, if anyone's the fool, it's me for dragging you into my mess."

 

"Again."

 

"But I was at the lowest point in my life, I didn't know what to do. Do you hear that sound behind me, Chris? That's the palm trees swaying, and the waves crashing against the shore, and many semi-naked women playing beach volleyball in front of me. I'm living Chris, once again, I’m living, and I’m happy."

 

"Oh, well that's a great weight off my mind..."

 

"Chris, get out before It ruins your life too. I never should have asked you to do this, I knew I was taking advantage of you, but I didn't know where else to turn. I had always wanted you to go on with your own life when we were kids, and later when I was making it on my own, and forget about me, It should be you here instead of me! But I've brought you to that place now, so please, get out, before it’s too late."

 

Before he had a chance to answer, the phone went dead. He gently sat it back down, and fell back on the cough, thinking about the words his brother had just uttered.

 

What does he know though? I'm here now, why does he want me to leave? Just because it ruined him, he thinks it will ruin me. I'm not like him though, I'm much stronger in mind, I won't let this place get to me like it did to him...

 

He suddenly sat up, recounting events of a few days ago, where he struck that young wrestler with that weapon, out of frustration, afraid that he would lose. He remembered how much he hated himself afterward. it wasn't like him at all...

 

He climbed to his feet and paced to the window, looking out at the clouds, watching the sun set in the distance.

 

Maybe we're more alike than I want to admit...

 

...

 

"Chrissy, help me!"

 

"Don't call me Chrissy."

 

The boy was in trouble, the bully holding him by the collar. Blood was streaming from his nose and lip, the bully having struck him with two sharp blows, causing blood and tears to come from the boy’s face. The boy manages to smile as his brother comes to his aid, grabbing the much older boy by the shoulder and turning him around, punching him in the jaw. The blow sends the bully stumbling up against the wall, surprised that the younger fighter possessed so much strength for his age.

 

"Yeah! Go get him Chrissy!"

 

"What did I say?"

 

The bully growls as he pushes the young boy to the side and against the window, cracking it as the boys head flings back as it makes contact. The pent up anger inside Chris is finally unleashed as he charges forward and spears the bully into the wall, but is immediately clubbed in the back as one of the bullies friends comes across the help his buddy, grabbing Chris by the hair and throwing him up against the brick wall, while the first bully punches him in the kidney, sending Chris sprawling on the concrete of the outside of the classroom. The two laugh and leave the two brothers to tend to their wounds. Chris looks at his brother, right in his big blue eyes, tears still forming, but all he can respond with is.

 

"I'm sorry for getting you into this... I'm sorry..."

[Guest Crowe]

.......

 

That was SO cool. Really, really good fuckin' stuff. This is how you write a promo, kiddies.

[Guest realitycheck]

Heh, heh, heh... so now I see. :-D

 

Excellent, awesome stuff. I echo Crowe's sentiments.

 

-Z

[janusd 0]

Hmm......I wonder if anyone has the same theory I do.

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Yes Janus, the theory that "naming promos after Nirvana songs causes you to die instantly" is an opinion shared by many.

[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

Well, I'm a dead man for this match.

 

Even if I would've wrote something, I would've been dead. See the card thread for details.