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“Well ain’t that a bitch!”

 

Bruce Blank’s voice erupts as he slams down the receive on the white courtesy phone in the Beijing International Airport, his face grimacing as he turns away and walks back to his seat, his luggage propped into the chair next to him, with Bloodshed next to that, his face piqued with interest.

 

“What now?”

 

“That was Cortez. He says that as soon as we can get out of Beijing we have to get on a flight back to the States. He wants us both on HeldDown.”

 

“Hey, you get used to the jetlag eventually.”

 

“What do you know, you toured around in a bus for a year and a half.” The big man makes a point, and all Bloodshed can do is roll his eyes.

 

“We’ll make it, don’t worry. Besides, I think the flight is the least of our problems. Have you seen this?” Bloodshed throws Bruce a flyer for the Lockdown show. Bruce skims it with his eyes and his mouth slowly drops open. He reads it again. His mouth forms one slow word…

 

“Tanks?”

 

“No shit. Peters’ must have the best damn insurance money can buy.”

 

“No kidding, you can’t recover from shit like I have without a good company medical plan.”

 

“Ditto, though I don’t remember any checks being forked over for any of the times I ended up in the hospital.” Bloodshed snatches back the flyer and reads it over once more. “Look at this damn show. Where’s our tag title shot? We’re champions, too. This is bullshit. Fucking tanks? Zyon and Akira ka-spongebob-whatsits. I don’t care how good they are, I’ve worked way too long in this business to be a sideshow attraction!”

 

“But…you know” Bruce points at Bloodshed’s forehead and shrugs his shoulders, causing Bloodshed to throw the flyer down on the seat next to him and backhand the chair.

 

“You think I give a damn about this?!” he yells and slams his fist into his face a few times, finally stopping just as Bruce tries to intervene. “This doesn’t make me a fucking sideshow!” he screams again, his face showing signs of blood drops beginning to trickle down his face.

 

“You should clean that up before---“

 

“I didn’t want this! It was given to me! In a fucking gym in the middle of god-damn nowhere. This was GIVEN to me! You want to talk about titles, my name is a title I carried for a long time. It’s not something you can challenge for or take away, but it is damn sure something I was willing to give to as many pieces of garbage that got within arms reach of me and thought they knew what pain was!”

 

“Bloodsh-“

 

“I changed the way the state of Colorado deals with blood in sports! If it wasn’t for the fact that I couldn’t stand up, I probably would have gotten fined and never would have been able to wrestle there again! I set a precedent that night, and now every time I go near Denver or anywhere else in that stupid state all the promoters and officials look at me and ask me over and over and over if it is going to happen again. And what do I say?”

 

“I don’t know.” Bruce responds, causing a smile to slide across Bloodshed’s lips.

 

“That’s exactly what I say...I don’t know! If they want to fine me, if they want to suspend me, if they want to throw me out of the state, then I will still have forty nine more to go, forty nine more chances to go in front of a hundred people or a thousand and change the way they look at total chaos.” Bloodshed finally stops, his body heaving with hard breathes as Bruce watches on next to him, his mouth hanging open slightly.

 

“You should lay off the caffeine or something. I know what you are saying. You think I didn’t see the looks on people’s faces when they looked at me? You think walking around the world known as the King of Ultraviolence didn’t give people chills? I saw the way they looked at me, and I knew every time I stepped through that curtain that thousands, even millions, of people were waiting to see what I’d do next. And time and time again I proved to them what I was willing to go through. I proved it a month ago at Battleground, and we proved it on Sunday at School’s Out. You think those fans and those dumb Upstart Hooligans thought before Sunday that they’d be pulling staples from their forehead? Do you think anyone in that fucking company knows what they’ve gotten themselves into thanks to Zack Malibu? I don’t even think he knows what he’s gotten himself into!”

 

“Nobody does. Not the SWF, the Toast, nobody. I don’t know what I’m capable of, and I’m not sure you even know what you are capable of. Guys like Zyon, Akira, and those battered Hooligans sure as hell don’t know what we are capable of. This isn’t about winning and losing for me anymore, Brucey. This is about walking away from every match, victorious or not, and knowing that things have changed - new precedents have been set – precedents that will only last until the next time that bell rings and we change the world again.”

 

“Victory is good too, though…” suddenly, Bloodshed is interrupted by Wayne Blank, his head sleepily popping up over the backside of the chairs, he wipes his eyes and throws his arm over the chair. Bloodshed nonchalantly backhands him in the face, knocking him back down.

 

“AAAH!”

 

“Hey, don’t do that!” Bruce yells as Wayne sits back up, holding his face with one hand and the back of his head with the other.

 

“Thanks, br-“

 

“Do this.” Wayne is suddenly knocked back down as Bruce throws a second punch, this time to Wayne’s throat, causing a gargling sound to be heard as the other Blank brother disappears from view once more. Bloodshed and Bruce share a laugh and shake each other’s hand for a job well done.

 

“Yeah, there will be victory. No doubt about it.”

 

“No doubt.”

 

 

…Fade…

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OAOAST mentions = Yay! If not for continuity then simply because I know what's happening and no-one else does (unless they go read the OAOAST shows, which you should already be doing).

 

Oh, and people tagging regularly in the SWF is good yadda yadda yadda.

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Bruce sounds far too intelligent in this promo. And was beaten by a girl, let's not forget.

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yeah, yeah, yeah and you lost to me & Ward - blah-di-blah-di-blah whatever and so it goes on and on in an eternal dick measuring contest

 

Oh and Wayne is the idiot brother, Bruce is just Southern not retarded ;)

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I didn't think Bruce was 'retarded' as such, just that I thought Rando wrote him as too well-spoken I guess.

 

And no, I'm not gloating about the win - it's just that despite the fact I was trying to have Amy seen as a real threat, it still tickles me that a 300lber was beaten by a girl just over half his weight, and Bruce is the King of Ultraviolence :) Maybe I should throw her into the OatToast and let everybody there mangle her accent...

 

(side note: the award for Worst Ever Writing Of Amy Stephens Dialogue goes, hands down, to Spike. But he ended up as the King of Cambodia, so it's all good)

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Ah but maybe he IS educated and just putting on the "redneck act" for everyone. . . or not. . . hmmmm. . . nah I'll go with "not" but for how many injuries he's gotten he would definitly be well versed in medical insurance ;)

 

As for Amy beating Bruce, well that's where it becomes obvious that this is fantasy - well that and the fact that we've a Brit as the world champ, that'll never happen in real life ;)

 

Oh and he's still the King of Pain - why? Staying power: Pure and simple. He did it before she came around, he did it after she's left with no end in sight, he's no passing fad

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Oh and he's still the King of Pain - why? Staying power: Pure and simple. He did it before she came around, he did it after she's left with no end in sight, he's no passing fad

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

 

;)

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Ah he bounced right back... well maybe not "right back"... but well ... you know. . . Besides it's not like Janus is around to dispute the "King of Pain" moniker ;)

 

So in conclusion - I'll drag a rematch out of you one day :D

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The angle is more just for myself, Blank, Malibu, and some others to have some fun and do something new in that fed. Most of the guys over there wouldn't "fit in" well here, since it's not about competition on the Toast side. I'm sure some of them would be great as far as writing the matches and stuff, but it's still a whole different ballgame.

 

I'm sure soon enough someone from the OAOAST side will come here and use the same name and stuff. It has to happen EVENTUALLY.

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Yeah, it might be time to take up reading the board below, as I'm sure there will be promos both during their shows and in the folders that have to do with things going on in this fed, at least as far as me and Bruce go.

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