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PROMO - Before HeldDOWN~

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Courtesy Of: OAOAST.Com

 

 

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

 

Alan Clark, looking decidedly more the way Bloodshed should, is standing outside a back entrance of an arena, slamming both of his fists on the lowered garage door in front of him.

 

 

Brrrrrrnnnnnnnnng!

 

"What the ..."

 

Brrrrrrrrrnnnnnnng!

 

Alan pulls his cellphone from his trenchcoat pocket and brushes the hair from his face to be able to talk.

 

"Yeah? What?"

 

Pause.

 

"Yeah I saw what he did. The one moment he leaves me alone so I can get the hell out of there and he goes out in front of all those people and does THAT?! I would have stopped him if I wasn't so damn close to freedom. What did Peters say?"

 

Longer Pause.

 

"WHAT?! He signed a contract for the match? I didn't sign a--"

 

Very Brief Pause.

 

"He thinks it's funny? Mister Joseph Fucking Peters thinks it's funny?" The censorship flies out the window as Alan begins to pace back and forth, almost mumbling to himself, "fine, there's no way out of it is there? Damn it. Walter, you find a way to get Ricky on the phone and you tell him that if he keeps doing shit like this I'm going to rip his face off and feed it to him. I don't care how much he likes me. What? He doesn't like the OAOAST? Fabulous. At least I don't have to worry about him showing up here then."

 

Alan pauses, smiling, as finally the garage door begins to go up. But the smile quickly fades. Very quickly.

 

"CLARK! CLAAAARK!"

 

"Aw shit!"

 

The camera turns to find Ricky stumbling haphazardly out of a taxi cab, throwing a few bills back through the window at an angry driver as Alan turns and throws his body underneath the partially open door, both screaming into his phone and toward whomever happened to open the door.

 

"Why didn't you TELL ME! CLOSE IT! CLOSE THE DOOR!"

 

And with only a second to spare, the garage door closes behind an exasperated Ricky, his fists hitting the door and a bit of a whimper in his voice.

 

"I...I got us...a match, Alan....Alan???"

 

 

(To Be Continued On OAOAST HeldDOWN~)

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From: HeldDown~! Later That Night Also Available Here (second half of segment)

 

Backstage, Bloodshed sits in the Wildcards locker room, Landon Maddix and Todd Cortez around him. Both men are laughing, but Bloodshed is fuming.

 

BLOODSHED

What am I going to do? He's probably still standing outside that door. It's been hours.

 

CORTEZ

Why don't you just go hit him with something?

 

Both Maddix and Bloodshed stare.

 

CORTEZ

Well it might work.

 

BLOODSHED

I'm thinking I could hit him with a chair until he was a bloody pile of tissue, and he'd still be happy that I touched him. Did you see his face? Were you watching last night?

 

MADDIX

He's just a fan, Clark...or Bloodshed, or whatever.

 

BLOODSHED

But no fan you ever had has ever jumped around in the ring with you, except for Megan.

 

Bloodshed looks back and forth between the two men, who squirm uncomfortably.

 

CORTEZ

That's neither here nor there. Why can't you just talk to him?

 

BLOODSHED

Psychotic Emotional Bullet Trains can't talk. What have I done in the past six months to warrant anyone cheering me besides putting that damn Akira Kawhatsits in his place.

 

CORTEZ

Kaibatsu. It's japa--

 

BLOODSHED

I don't care! The fans don't care about me anymore. What the hell is....wrong with that guy? Alan Clark doesn't want cheered any more! I have to deal with the Disney stuff, I have to deal with Peters making me the BUTT of his jokes because he doesn't like what I'm doing over here. I don't see him picking on YOU, Maddix.

 

MADDIX

Well I'm not the kind of guy to flake out for no damn reason, either, Clark. You ever think of that? Would you trust someone who just left you hanging with no word of your whereabouts? You were gone for almost eighteen months, you left BOTH OF US, too. But that's a hatchet buried, Okay. Now you are in here HIDING from some kid who is smaller than you and...

 

BLOODSHED

...and emotionally unstable!

 

CORTEZ

You ever look in a mirror, man? I mean, really. Let's be honest.

 

BLOODSHED

A man has to do what a man has to do. This was all Malibu and Bruce, and now look at those two.

 

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrng!

 

BLOODSHED

WHAT?

 

Bloodshed screams into his cellphone, shocking both Maddix and Cortez

 

BLOODSHED

Hello? Hello?

 

CORTEZ

That was the buzzer on the intercom, Clark. Damn.

 

MADDIX

*clicks on speaker*

Wildcards Residence. May I ask who is speaking?

 

VOICE

CLAAAAARK! IT'S ME, YOU IN THERE?

 

BLOODSHED

SHIT!

 

MADDIX

*click*

How did you get in here? You aren't an OAOAST wrestler. *pause* Are you?

 

VOICE

BOUGHT A TICKET! BACKSTAGE PASS!

 

MADDIX

*click*

Stop screaming, kid. He's not in here. He came in, talked to Bruce Blank and then left right after. Like thirty minutes ago.

 

VOICE

Damn Bruce Blank! I hate that guy......fine. You know where he was headed?

 

MADDIX

*click*

No idea. Now can you please go before we get you kicked out of here for harassment. We don't need this. We get enough shit from the fans around here.

 

VOICE

As you should, Maddix. Martial Law sucked.

 

CORTEZ

Aw hell no, he didn't just say.

*click*

Don't make me come out there!

 

VOICE

What the hell was Clark doing teaming with you two anyway? Stupid Revolution Zero...he's better than the both of you!

 

Bloodshed smiles slightly.

 

VOICE

He should have came to his senses sooner! I mean, the Ghost of Mike Van Siclen? Who talked him into THAT one?

 

BLOODSHED

HEY!

 

MADDIX

SHUT IT.

 

BLOODSHED

He can't hear me unless you hit that little button and I'll say whatever I want. I am the one with the two championships in this group.

 

MADDIX

(reaching for button)

HE'S IN...

 

BLOODSHED

NO!!!

 

Bloodshed dives atop Maddix and knocks him to the ground as Todd Cortez reaches for the button.

 

CORTEZ

*click*

I'm sure you'll see him next Wednesday. Now get out of here, alright. I'm seriously going to call security--or Bruce. And he isn't happy AT ALL.

 

Bloodshed sits up, staring into the speaker, but no response is heard.

 

BLOODSHED

Thank Todd.

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The kid's right, Martial Law did suck.

 

*ducks*

 

:P

 

So, as someone who doesn't follow the OatToast, Maddix and Bloodshed team there? So theoretically at least, Maddix and Clark could be teaming in the SWF? Damn, I need to talk to my partner and set him straight on a few things...

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In storyline, the three (Cortez/Clark/Bruce) were basically brought in as, as the name suggests, Wildcards... SWF wrestlers "hired" by Zack Malibu (the wrestler) to keep the peace between two rival factions. But the three went a little overboard, sparking the current feud that is running between Zack and Bruce over there. I'm not sure how Landon came in, but I assume since we were the SWF contingency, he stuck with us. In all honesty, I don't think Clark really affiliates himself with anyone outside of Bruce, and even that is fairly haphazard.

 

And, as it has been SINCE Martial Law...Alan is simply TOLERANT of Landon Maddix, and uses Todd Royal's various catchphrases mostly out of irony. (Thinking back, Clark also has a Book of Todd in his house in Long Beach).

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