The Amazing Rando 0 Report post Posted May 1, 2004 OOC: So, I became a bit distracted and couldn't get my promo in...so I modified it into something that seems to take place before Storm would come on the air. Or whatever. Just read it...and I apoligize for it being late. --------------- The Storm ring is lit up more than usual before the show gets underway …and there seems to have a lovely new addition in the form of a large podium. The crowd murmurs with anticipation as to why exactly the podium has been placed in the ring, but soon all becomes apparent… …as there is a storm on the horizon. With thunder and lightning crashing over the soothing sounds of acoustic guitar, the crowd gets on their feet in unison, looking toward the entranceway. Finally, with one word, he arrives. “…smile.” The hard driving beats replace the sounds of thunder, and the arena goes into a frenzy as Alan Clark steps through the curtain and into the aisle. This seems to be no ordinary Alan Clark, as he is clad in a suit and tie, and carrying a book at his side, walking slowly to the ring, pausing to say a few words to the fans and shaking hands before stepping up the stairs and through the ropes. Alan walks to the center of the ring and behind the podium as the music fades out to nothingness and the crowd begins to calm down, wondering what Clark will say. “Ladies and Gentlemen. I stand before you a changed man! I stand before you a revitalized soul! I stand before you a new Alan Clark…and I have only one man to thank for it all…” Alan pauses, leaving the crowd wondering for a few seconds as he takes a deep breath. “Landon Maddix…” The name causes boos to ring out, but Alan throws up his hands, telling the sold-out arena to let him continue. “You see Landon, all day today I have had people come to me and ask me why I thanked you after our match. They ask me why I would show you any kind of respect. Now I would like to tell the world what I told all of those people. I did it because it’s the truth. I do thank you, Landon Maddix. I would even go so far as to say that I respect you! Do you know why that is? Because win or lose, no matter what, today you are the same as you wear last week – nothing more than a simple Disciple. An unnamed man hiding underneath the thoughts and wishes of another. I respect you because even though, deep down, you knew that my words rang true…you still went tooth and nail with me in that empty arena. You still tore me up, bloodied my face, even tried to take me out with my own moves…but in the end you failed. I didn’t want to beat you, Maddix. I didn’t want to leave you unconscious in that ring as I did. But I felt it was my duty to do show. I can only hope when you woke up that you saw the light in the distance. I only hope that you saw the truth. But if you haven’t…if you still are stuck in the shadows, if you are still hiding behind a wall built by that false idol Todd Royal…then I have something to share with you…” Alan holds the book high above his head, showing it to the world as he speaks… “The Book of Clark!” The crowd roars with approval of Alan’s flawless and extremely quick publishing capabilities, and Alan goes back to speaking, book still in the air. “Yes, Landon…the Book of Clark! No longer will you have to suffer. No longer will people refer to you as a Disciple. They will see you as I saw you last November. They will see you as someone to be respected and looked up to. I hope with time that you come to your senses…I hope that when you looked into my eyes over the weekend that you saw the truth. Step away from Todd’s grasp and his egotistical ways…come with me…to the Clark Side!” Alan stops as the arena erupts in bursts of laughter, and he can’t help but smile. “Okay, I’m sorry…that was so corny.” Alan starts once more, “I apologize. The truth is, I don’t care what you do anymore Landon. I went into Battleground to prove a point, and in that arena we proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Alan Clark and the Book of Clark is above the House of Todd and all it represents. I took Royal’s JL championship in December, and a few days ago I took your conscious thought in one blow. I left you lying just as I said I would. I will leave you now with one thought…maybe Landon Maddix is bowing down and kissing the feet of the wrong person.” Alan winks into the camera, pausing as the crowd again erupts in cheers. “Moving on, the other question I received throughout the week has been what Alan Clark plans to do next. I have thought about it long and hard, but I really do not know. I will go ever my Book takes me, the highs and the lows, …working to create a legacy that all of my Clark Marks can be proud of. I know some of you look up to me now, and I want to tell you to stop looking up to me. I am just one man, a simple professional wrestler, an entertainer – You are the ones that come and pay your hard-earned money to see me risk my body and my mind night in and night out. For that, I should be looking up to you. You made Alan Clark what he is today. You make each of the wrestlers in the back what they are. Even Landon Maddix…I’m sure he can come out here and say that it was you, the fans, which made him turn his back. But most of all, I’m sure that the next time I see him backstage or in this ring…or even on the street…that he will shake my hand and thank me just as I said he would last week. He will look into my eyes and simply say…Thank you, Alan Clark…Thank you…” With those last words, Alan steps away from the podium and turns to face the crowd, who stay somewhat silent as he puts his head down and walks out of the ring. He is accompanied by no music…just his footsteps hitting the ground as he walks to the curtain, pausing for just a moment to look back out over the crowd and hold the Book high above his head once more. He smiles once more before disappearing backstage. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites