Promo: Somebody

[The Amazing Rando 0]

It’s very somber here. Nobody ever sees this, or if they do…they ignore it. The culture of the area acts as a glimmering façade of the truth. It is why I have come here.

 

 

The voice of one Alan Clark brings the scene to life – Long Beach, California. It is here where Alan has made his new home. The camera has passed by many decrepit houses, dirt parking lots, run-down clubs, broken down stores…and music coming from every direction. Yes – Long Beach. A place known for it’s musical culture and history… but it indeed hides reality from the casual eye.

 

Alan Clark is seated on his porch, sandals on his feet as he watches cars pass down his street. A few knowingly honk as he looks over his worn front yard and out toward space. Almost cutting off all that is around him.

 

 

Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Bloodshed, Apostle, Disney…they think I don’t know who I am. They have no idea who I really am. They don’t see this face in the mirror every morning and understand what goes through my mind. They weren’t backstage after my first loss, consoling me. They didn’t celebrate my European title wins, and only half-heartedly mentioned my World Title victory that meant so much to me.

 

They didn’t visit the hospital after Craig McLennan dropped me on my head. They didn’t congratulate me for my work during the Genesis Tournament. They saw me as a weirdo. They saw me as different. They thought I had no idea what I was thinking. I know exactly what I am thinking.

 

My entire life has always been spent trying to get away from the truth. My religious family turned against my enjoyment of wrestling…and so when I was able – I ran. When my career almost ended in that gymnasium almost five years ago, I didn’t go home…I changed – thinking that Bloodshed was who I really was. I thought he was the truth. I thought I could survive.

 

But I couldn’t.

 

So I went back – the Apostle reemerged. It wasn’t a mental problem or a sickness. No. It was my choice to see if that was really me.

 

It wasn’t.

 

So I told the world my trauma had worn away…and that Disney wanted me. Wrong. Disney didn’t want me. I wanted them. I went to them with my crazy idea…I had always enjoyed the parks, the movies, everything – I thought cross-promotion could work. I thought that I had something special in my hands. I thought this was the truth.

 

It wasn’t.

 

So one night, as I lay in my bed and I stare at my ceiling – I hear something. I couldn’t describe what it was exactly. Music. Something in those notes told me who I really was.

 

I was Alan Clark.

 

Nothing more. Nothing less. I am myself. I am sick and tired of hiding behind the curtain of false names, false dreams and hopes. I got into this business because I enjoyed it. Five years ago, I had no idea if I would still be wrestling in 2004. I thought by then I would be flipping burgers or trying to get the degree I passed on so that I could travel the US…travel the world…and entertain.

 

That is what I am.

 

I entertain. But this entertainment is purely for myself. I walk through that curtain and I slap the hands of those fans – it’s for me. Somehow I think they know that.

 

And they respect that.

 

Do I respect them for that chance – that chance to give myself a little happiness? Sure. I know how much I used to love sitting in front of the TV and watching two guys fight for honor and glory – but when the match was over…you could see it. You saw them smiling. Even the loser didn’t look completely depressed. They were having fun.

 

Entertainment for the sake of entertainment.

 

Just like I am doing now. I go out there for them – but mostly it’s to give myself the satisfaction of knowing that those people in those chairs and watching all around the world have come to see me and watch me. I feel like I am somebody.

 

I am somebody.

 

I am Alan Clark.

 

Former Champion – Former Bloodshed – Former Apostle – Former Disney Sponsored Wrestler.

 

Always Alan Clark.

 

 

 

 

…Always.

 

Alan’s eyes have never met the camera. He puts his head down in his hands and comes back up…a small tear coming down his cheek, but a smile on his face as he finally looks to the camera.

 

This Sunday – Clusterfuck. 19 Men…and Alan Clark. Whether I win or lose – no matter how long I last. 40 minutes or 40 seconds…2nd or 19th…I will know when I look up into that sold-out crowd whether or not I have done my job.

 

I’ll be watching for Manson, Insane Luchador, Liston, Aecas…the guys whom I’ve spent the last seven months with. Todd Royal…I’ll see you there….

 

…and to Landon Maddix – you beat me. You took both my titles and as much as I hate looking over your shoulder and seeing Todd pulling the strings…I know one day you will see the truth as well – and you will be your own man.

 

Alan stares into the camera for a moment as the camera slowly fades out…the last image being a slow zoom right into the eyes of the new SWF wrestler. His look shows the truth.

 

 

 

SWF Clusterfuck 2004

Believe.

[King Cucaracha 0]

Wah wah wah! Jeez, what a crybaby...

 

 

 

 

Nice stuff man. As ever from you. Not only does it give a recap of your SJL stuff, but it puts it across with emotion which is always valuable for a face who just got his ass beat by me.

 

 

G'luck in the CF if I haven't said it yet. I still think you were unlucky to lose that double title match, but you should do well in the CF.

[the.weej 0]

I give this promo Kibagami's 130-hit Seal of Approval, just because it's really going to annoy him. Ha-ha!

 

Right. A solid enough SWF introduction to Clark, recapping his Many Faces and a breif sum-up of his JL history. I'm not so sure what to think of "The Real Alan Clark," though... if you want to succeed here, you need to stick with your basic character and develop them from there, instead of constant gimmick/name changes.

 

-Z

[The Amazing Rando 0]

i'm not calling myself "the Real Alan Clark" ... but my gimmick has become realitively simple. I will carry a guitar (for the most part) and it can and will most likely be used as weaponry at some point. My forehead is a little less susceptable to bleeding... and head drops won't cause we to want to kill Craig McLennan.

 

So yeah... i'm just sticking with my basic character for now... no more LARGE changes (moveset...maybe...but not for a while)