PROMO -- Too Much To Describe

[Guest The Amazing Rando]

~~~ Theatres have long been seen as where drama was born…where comedy was born…where true pain and sorrow was crafted into a work of art. A place where the faker the world is…the more real it seems to those taking a break from their normal lives and glancing in for a chance to get away from the depression, the anger, the loneliness….and to see what is hidden inside their own imaginations. ~~~

 

~ Close your eyes ~

 

~ Deep deep deep breathes ~

 

~~~ Meditation has always been a way to delve into the subconscious mind…taking all those dreams and making them a reality…if only for a moment. Here in this theatre --- a dank mystical place filled with creatures whose souls are tormented by the world --- one man’s meditations are setting the stage for the brutality that will follow…and only one man knows the truth…for now ~~~

 

A bright flash of light subdues the audience in the dusty theatre before everything goes dark. An eerie silence has fallen as a voice-over begins to echo throughout the building…

 

…one drop of water can kill a human….

…one drop of water can save a life…

…one drop of blood can kill a human…

…one drop of blood can save a life…

 

…One drop of blood. That’s all it takes to save your life or end it forever.

 

~ Static ~

 

~ Never-ending Lovely Static ~

 

~~ A small screen behind the stage blossoms to life as the static comes in and out of the darkness. Then…a beach is seen fading in as a man in all black clothing walks down the beach, his identity unknown. The stars in the night sky try there best to illuminate the scene of which the moon is invisible. Soft music plays over the sounds of the waves crashing up onto the sand hard and rough, but the man just simply walks through the water and keeps his distance from the camera. As he continues to walk a voice-over narrates ~~

 

… Serenity and peacefulness are two of the simpler pleasures in life. Man takes it for granted with every step he takes into oblivion. The world’s threats mean nothing to this man as he stares out to sea. Little does he know how the waters rage not a few miles out in the ocean. A perfect storm is brewing and he is as unaware of it as he is unaware of the waves washing around his feet. He is in a state of divine relaxation. He could die at that very moment and no one would be able to notice until the next day, when the full effect of the storm had passed over, leaving his body a wreckage of the past. He knows nothing of his future, his life, and his death…but he knows that one day it will come, and he must be prepared for the end.

 

~ Static ~

 

~ Unforgiving Static ~

 

~~ The scene has shifted to the same unidentifiable man walking through the woods. He steps over giant logs and around dead trees. The sheer quietness of the area is nothing to be afraid of. The man takes a look around, noticing a brook in the distance. He walks toward it as the music continues to play. The scene shifts to the man sitting on a log over the brook and letting the water rush around his boots. The voice-over continues ~~

 

…In the middle of nowhere, not even the faintest of sounds can be heard through the thickness of being alone. This man knows not of the troubles of society. Terrorism, violence, bloodshed, and pain. He knows only of the crisp air wafting around his body as he watches the water move slowly down to its final destination. He knows not of the fights for gold and leather that occur almost every day somewhere in the world. He understands the fighting for freedom and love that some people must go through. He understands the thought of deviant behavior and mayhem that could go into operation at any moment. As he sits and listens to the silence around him, his mind is flooded with the pictures that keep him sane and alive. In the world of peace that surrounds him, he is internally watching his clock tick down to nothingness…

 

…a nothingness that would destroy the ordinary and expel the normal. A nothingness that can breathe, scream, and moan in haunting ways…able to take the most strong willed of people and make them into nothing but slaves to the silence. Slaves to the fire…Slaves to the blood…

 

~~ Again there is a shift…the theatre becoming quiet…not knowing what to expect next. Suddenly a flash of white light graces the screen, and now the picture of the man slowly fades in…

 

…Bloodshed…

 

…sitting in a dense haze in a place that could be in the minds of anyone, he stares into the camera, searching for what may be the answer to his existence. Suddenly he speaks to the awed theatre crowd ~~

 

 

A few years ago I was simply known as The Apostle. I wrestled long nights in bingo halls and school gyms, hoping for one day to make it some place in the world. But one night my entire life changed. I bled more than I thought any human could possibly bleed…and I survived. I painted the canvas red that night and the image of the horrified audience and referee are burned into my brain…

 

But also…the look of the man that did this to me…his cold smile of appreciation for the things he had done…they linger with me as well. All you fans out there know this man…but in a way you don’t. You do not know him as I know him. You do not know him as “Ebon”, the man that almost killed me in a high school gym. You know him as….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Craig McClennan.

 

When I saw that name I thought nothing of it. But when I saw his face…when I saw that smile…I knew that he had not changed. I’m back, Craig…you could not keep me down. You could not put me out. You could have killed me but the determination in my soul helped breathe life into me…and sometimes that is all that matters in life. The determination to work through the death of my world and work at creating a new one where I thought I would NEVER EVER SEE YOU AGAIN….

 

…but you antagonize me, don’t you? I can tell right now you are watching this and you have that smile on your face. You know what you did and you know that I know that you would do it again if you ever had the chance….well here is your chance.

 

I may no longer be the Apostle, Craig……….but I could very well be the Rainbow in the Dark that will light up your world…before shoving it down into the darkness that is True Grace…

 

…pyro slips into your veins…

…makes your body feel so strange…

…and as that fire burns…

…your mind begins to yearn…

…for that feeling deep within your soul…

 

 

~~ Suddenly the images begin to change. Flashes of light, flashes of blood, fire, pain and explosion burst onto the screen. The audience, confused, can only watch as the images become darker and darker…slowly fading out to a black void where no light can exist ~~

 

~ Darkness ~

 

~ Heavenly Darkness ~

 

~~ The black void seems almost lifelike, as colors and white light begin to appear on the screen…only to be enveloped into the dark. Suddenly the word “Bloodshed” appears…but it too is torn to pieces and thrown into the black hole. A spotlight appears on the stage…and there sits Bloodshed – legs crossed…meditating – the light stays on him as the scene on the screen changes once more…seemingly showing the audience the thoughts of the meditation ~~

 

~ Deep ~

 

~ Deep Thoughts ~

 

~~ Bloodshed appears on the screen once more…bleeding and smiling. He spins, almost dancing, around in this shell of nothingness that his thoughts inhabit. An unknown song plays and he seems happy, the camera zooms in and into the image of Bloodshed, turning into a black room with Bloodshed still dancing, but this time cloaked in white. A back and forth wave of images begins to flash, between the all dark and all light Bloodshed before blurring into shades of gray. ~~

 

Bloodshed hears the music no more.

 

~~ The image changes once more, showing a shadow wafting through a dirty, condemned house. The shadow’s image can only vaguely be seen as the meditating Bloodshed, but the voice over speaks more than an image could ~~

 

…This house was once a paradise…just as my face was once pristine and holy. But then you came and brought blood to wash away my soul…but in that way you failed.

 

…This house meant so much to those who lived here…as my past meant much to me. But that one night as pools formed around my feet, I saw nothing but the future. Where one day I would have revenge for you destroying all my memories. One day we’d meet again…but my blood would not be spilt. But my blood will be spilt, Craig…as will yours. My soul will rust more and more and you will see how horrendous torture can be. You like to play with fire…you have a burning deep inside… but deep inside myself is the one thing you can’t contend with…

 

…The essence of fearlessness.

 

I fear nothing in this world anymore. I have been told by more than a few that I shouldn’t be alive today. But I pulled through and survived. I lived through the worst beating of my life AT YOUR HANDS…and now I’ve come back to return the favor. I do not fear the blood. I do not fear the fire. I do not fear the pain that could be waiting for me around every corner. I do not fear losing or falling once…for I shall rise through your fire and show you a paradise that you never knew existed…

 

…so calm…

…yet still you scream…

…your silence…

…a constant dream…

 

…but in my eyes…

…silence is a personal hell…

…your screaming calm will blind my eyes

…and lead you into paradise…

 

 

 

…a paradise of pure unadulterated bloodshed. The paradise I live in every day. And after one trip inside…you will never leave.

 

Welcome Home.

 

~~ The scene fades out and the lights come up a bit, but Bloodshed is still meditating…even as his voice begins to echo around the theatre, kept in an echo by the voiceover, also saying the same lines… ~~

 

…one drop of blood can kill a human…

…one drop of blood can save a human…

 

The voiceover is gone…

 

…my drops of blood…will kill their creator...

…my drops of blood…wll save my destiny…

 

…Craig…your time to repent has come…

…Craig…your time to repent is done…

 

There will be no forgiveness…there will be no mercy…

 

 

 

 

…But mark my words…

 

 

 

 

 

 

…There will be BLOODSHED!

 

~~ Everything turns to darkness…and as the lights fade up the stunned audience can see that Bloodshed is gone ~~

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Well, I'm glad I'm not Mr. McClennan at this point.

 

Nice work and very interesting to bring in such backstory so soon. I'm curious--did you guys actually participate in the same fed together, or is this invented? I like it either way. Another funny note: Back in the days when this fed as at IGN, we had a wrestler called The Apostle. Must just be a fun name.

[Guest The Amazing Rando]

it was my first ever e-fed name...

 

...and this is invented.

 

 

 

heck...my whole backstory is invented....as The Apostle and Bloodshed were never meant to be the same person...but became that about 2 years ago.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

Nothing like a good ol' fashioned feud! Rock the party~!

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

I should bust out and RP for the SJL.

 

Wait.

 

By the way, very nice job. Did you fed anywhere else, by any chance?

[Guest The Amazing Rando]

Many places...my memory is telling me:

 

IRWC <-- I wish this was still around...at least so I could see my old RPs...

WFW

FWF

EWC

 

and i know there were other places but they have skipped my mind...

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Wait, wait. Which FWF?

[Guest The Amazing Rando]

well I was in two...

 

in one I was known as "Skyscraper" and was part of a faction called "The Lions Den" and was International Champ...went on hiatus...lost the title whilst on haitus.... came back and won the World Title and held it for one day before the fed closed down.

 

The other didn't make it to it's first show before it died (and I was going to be World Champ...grrrrrr)

[Guest chirs3]

 

Seriously, just...

 

Craig McClennan = Craig McDEADan! Ahaha ha a...ha...heh... er...

 

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

Ah, it's not the one I was in, but that's cool

 

Don't worry, this one won't close on you like the others, heh heh heh.

[Guest Mr. Slim Citrus]

::tricks CC into closing the JL, just to make a liar out of Tyler ::

[Guest The Amazing Rando]

if the JL closes... do we get bumped?

[Guest Powerplay]

Love the cinematic feel to these promos. The imagery they spark is just amazing, and it really wows me how consistantly you can write this stuff. I hope to see something neat from Craig soon, but this feud looks like it's going to kick all kinds of ass.

[Guest WrestlingDeacon]

A little too vague and enigmatic for my tastes, but I'm a concrete writer. I do think that you were trying to push the mood buttons a little too hard and the first half is rambling. Cut to the meat as soon as you can. Establish Bloodshed vs. McClennan and the backstory clearly and precisely, then you can move into more cryptic and kookie stuff as you go. The second half is much better and really intrigues me to see what comes of this feud.