Promo: Over The Ocean

[The Amazing Rando 0]

Time: 5 AM (Give or take)

Place: Somewhere Over The Pacific

 

Sitting in first class was never something Bloodshed had gotten used to, but as he stared out the window at the ocean, he tried to force himself to sleep, hoping he’d wake up back in America. They had to meet Todd Cortez before HeldDown.

 

Next to him sat Bruce Blank, his large frame curled up as much as it can, a flannel bandana wrapped around his eyes and soft snores being heard through the silence of the cabin. Behind the two sits Wayne, nursing some bruises and some sort of potent alcoholic beverage as a result of his bizarre crash hours before.

 

“Yo, Bloody” Wayne whispers, “you awake?”

 

“What?” Bloodshed turns and looks over his shoulder.

 

“I remember, back a few weeks…right before Pandemonium…”

 

“Yeah?” Bloodshed shifts his weight, giving himself a good look behind him.

 

“You asked Bruce, and me I guess, if it was worth it. Well, I’ve been thinking about it. All of this stuff with the OAOAST and the SWF and everything…”

 

“You aren’t involved in the OAOAST deal. That’s all me, him…” he points next to him, “Todd, and Zack Malibu. We don’t need you.” Bloodshed grumbles a bit and starts to turn back around, but Wayne’s hand catches his shoulder. Bloodshed turns back, annoyed.

 

“I know, I know…but I’m there. I’ve seen what you’ve done from backstage and on TV. I saw the chairshots and the blood and the playing cards. I see the way the crowds look at you three there. I’ve seen the way those other guys are when you are around. They don’t like you. They hate you.”

 

“I don’t care.”

 

“But, but…you used to care. I might not have been in the business for a long time, but I’ve been a fan. I saw you do some crazy stuff and the fans loved you. Lately, it’s like you gave all of that up. Alan…Bloodshed…whatever, I was a fan of yours. So was Bruce. He might not say it out loud but I will – I have some respect for ya. You scare the shit out of me sometimes, but look at you, really.” Wayne kind of laughs, a sort of giggle, pointing to Bloodshed’s scarred forehead.

 

“People change.” Bloodshed’s voice came cold, and again he tried to turn back around, only for Wayne to stop him once more.

 

“Is this what you had in mind? Is this what you were looking for when you came into our locker room that night? Were you trying to scare us or something? You knew Bruce was right with you in the OAOAST. Todd Cortez got involved because of Zack, right? And you got involved because of Todd? Well, Bruce got involved because of you.”

 

“What?”

 

“Todd went to Bruce, looking for some muscle. Bruce laughed him off, until he mentioned that you were coming out of retirement for it. He said something about how you wanted to show the world who you really were.”

 

“Bruce never told me anything like that.”

 

“He might not have been in the best shape last week, but he breathes that “Ultraviolent” stuff. He wasn’t going to just take the night off.”

 

“I never said he would, Wayne…now can I get some sleep, we got work to do later and after that shit with the tanks…”

 

“But you asked him…you asked us ‘is it worth it?’ …well, I don’t know about him, but as far as I can tell – it is. All of this. Wildcard or Dead Precedent. Ultraviolent, Tag, whatever. It’s worth it. Everything.”

 

“Good.” With that, Bloodshed turns back around, finally able to get himself comfortable enough to sleep. Just before he closes his eyes, he can hear Wayne one last time.

 

“Thanks.”

[Bruce Blank 0]

We're going to be the two most jetlagged people until the SWF world tour ends LOL

 

Maybe we need to write a match where one of us falls alseep on the outside while leaing up against the turnbuckles, bit of drool running down the cheek and all (now that I've stated that idea no uncreative people better steal it!)

 

I'm digging this - and not just because I'm his tag-team partner. I havent' seen these ahead of time and it's always interesting to see how someone else writes your character.