Post by hammerstein on Jul 21, 2018 16:19:02 GMT
(OOC: This is the promo my partner, Carnivore /Daniel Dream, collaborated on, and I am posting it on his behalf.I hope this is acceptable. I am posting one that I wrote separately.)
Carnivore sits,squished in the window seat of the plane next to Hammerstein. The plane is about to take off for Japan, where the two rivals will compete for the GCS World Tag Team Titles. Frustrated, Carnivore starts to elbow Hammerstein in the rib.
Carnivore:Move your ass bud!
Hammerstein:Shut the hell up! I'm in my seat, I'm in my space. Stop tryin ta take up my space, Goddammit!
Carnivore gets up from his seat and leans over Hammerstein to yell.
Carnivore:LISTEN HERE I DIDN’T WANT TO BE ON THIS PLANE WITH YOU! SO MOVE THE FUCK OVER! Biff wants us to “work through our issues and represent HCW” so either move over or we can call Biff and let him know why we won’t make it to Japan.
Hammerstein stands up and tries to get in Carnivore’s face, but because of the overhead compartment, the two are, more or less, leaning over towards each other.
Hammerstein:I'M NOT MOVING ANYWHERE, GODDAMMIT! IF YOU WANT TO STEP OUT INTO THE AISLE, WE CAN SETTLE THIS FOR FREE! BUT WOULDN'T YOU RATHER WANNA MAKE SOME MONEY?
Hammerstein called Carnivore’s bluff and with that Carnivore slumped into his seat. Carnivore starts to moan about the match ahead, he knew the only way out of this was victory
Carnivore: I don’t know this Marco Street or Sweet Roxy, I was practically dragged onto this plane. I don’t know Marco Street or Sweet Roxy or why I should give a fuck but if beating them means a chance at gold and Biff of my back consider them smucks knocked out.
All I know is that Roxy may try to cheat to win, sound plan but everyone has a plan until they are punched in the mouth.
The flight attendant hands Hammerstein a mixed drink. The American Monster drains it and asks for another.
Hammerstein:I know Marco Street. Tough guy, but an idiot. Dumb and tough’s a hard combination to beat.
The attendant gives Hammerstein his second drink, which he guzzles. He holds his glass up, shaking the ice around to get the attendant’s attention. A loud sigh signifies that she heard it loud and clear.
Carnivore:You gonna be drinkin a lot when we beat Street and Roxy? Save the celebration for AFTER our victory. Marco may be an…...idiot!….but let’s not get sloppy before we go represent HCW. We represent the very best of HCW, the very best in the world.
Hammerstein:Back off, Mr. Twelve Step Program. I'm sitting next to the pitchman from Jack in the Box’s little brother on a one way flight to Japan. I'm doin this to take the edge off.
Carnivore rolls his eyes under his mask, so much for representing the very best.
Carnivore: You do you, just don’t cause us to lose this tournament. Remember I will happily kick your ass for showing up to the match drunk. I will happily kick your ass for any reason so don’t give me one.
Hammerstein leans in close, almost to the point where his nose is touching Carnivore’s mask.
Hammerstein:When I'm in the ring, I'm stone cold sober. You'll find that out soon enough.
Listen, I'm gonna do my share to win those tag team titles. Not for HCW. Not for you. I'm gonna win them for me. And the fact that my wife, Holly, likes to dance around with a title belt on….JUST a title belt, if you're pickin up what I'm puttin down.
Carnivore:Have some respect for your accomplishments. I see the bigger picture, consider yourself lucky to be included. I represent something more than you and I. I represent an idealized warrior, the perfect champion. What you and your wife do is not the bigger picture but only a tiny fraction in my journey to become the best tag team wrestler ever. You will see that to be true when I become the tag team champion of King’s Road.
Hammerstein drains his third drink, then looks at his partner, a slight grin on his face.
Hammerstein:Well, if you wanna be the best tag team wrestler ever, you got the right partner for it, pal.
Carnivore:Maybe I should stop being overbearing and let you do your thing. You clearly are successful with it. We might disagree but I should at least trust you, you are the best tag team partner oddly enough.
A smile is hidden deep beneath the yellow mask that conceals all of Carnivore’s emotions.
Hammerstein:Good. You can one hundred percent trust me…..at least until the end of the tournament.
Hammerstein holds his glass up for another drink. He looks around at Carnivore’s mask.
Hammerstein:How the hell you drink with that thing?
Carnivore:I take this thing off when I eat, shower, and sleep dude. I wear this to freak out my opponents and hide how I’m….hide how I feel. The idealized warrior does not show mercy, only power. I want to be the best tag team wrestler and an idealized warrior.
Hammerstein holds his fresh drink up, as if saluting him.
Hammerstein:Amen, brother, on the no mercy part. Common ground, my man. Common ground. Biff would be proud.
Carnivore contemplates his new alliance with Hammerstein. Carnivore then orders a soda and faces Hammerstein.
Carnivore:I’m ordering sumthin so when the plane lands, we can give cheers to becoming the best tag team this side of the world has ever seen.
The flight attendant comes by and hands Carnivore a Cola soda. Carnivore holds his soda up, as if saluting his partner back.
Carnivore:Cheers to eliminating that idiot Marco Street and his smuck tag team partner Sweet Roxy.
Carnivore and Hammerstein might not be the best tag team of Japan yet, they might not be a brotherhood yet, but right now they are HCW’s Oddest Couple (even their matching shirts agree) and on their way to kick the ass of Marco Street and Roxy.
Carnivore sits,squished in the window seat of the plane next to Hammerstein. The plane is about to take off for Japan, where the two rivals will compete for the GCS World Tag Team Titles. Frustrated, Carnivore starts to elbow Hammerstein in the rib.
Carnivore:Move your ass bud!
Hammerstein:Shut the hell up! I'm in my seat, I'm in my space. Stop tryin ta take up my space, Goddammit!
Carnivore gets up from his seat and leans over Hammerstein to yell.
Carnivore:LISTEN HERE I DIDN’T WANT TO BE ON THIS PLANE WITH YOU! SO MOVE THE FUCK OVER! Biff wants us to “work through our issues and represent HCW” so either move over or we can call Biff and let him know why we won’t make it to Japan.
Hammerstein stands up and tries to get in Carnivore’s face, but because of the overhead compartment, the two are, more or less, leaning over towards each other.
Hammerstein:I'M NOT MOVING ANYWHERE, GODDAMMIT! IF YOU WANT TO STEP OUT INTO THE AISLE, WE CAN SETTLE THIS FOR FREE! BUT WOULDN'T YOU RATHER WANNA MAKE SOME MONEY?
Hammerstein called Carnivore’s bluff and with that Carnivore slumped into his seat. Carnivore starts to moan about the match ahead, he knew the only way out of this was victory
Carnivore: I don’t know this Marco Street or Sweet Roxy, I was practically dragged onto this plane. I don’t know Marco Street or Sweet Roxy or why I should give a fuck but if beating them means a chance at gold and Biff of my back consider them smucks knocked out.
All I know is that Roxy may try to cheat to win, sound plan but everyone has a plan until they are punched in the mouth.
The flight attendant hands Hammerstein a mixed drink. The American Monster drains it and asks for another.
Hammerstein:I know Marco Street. Tough guy, but an idiot. Dumb and tough’s a hard combination to beat.
The attendant gives Hammerstein his second drink, which he guzzles. He holds his glass up, shaking the ice around to get the attendant’s attention. A loud sigh signifies that she heard it loud and clear.
Carnivore:You gonna be drinkin a lot when we beat Street and Roxy? Save the celebration for AFTER our victory. Marco may be an…...idiot!….but let’s not get sloppy before we go represent HCW. We represent the very best of HCW, the very best in the world.
Hammerstein:Back off, Mr. Twelve Step Program. I'm sitting next to the pitchman from Jack in the Box’s little brother on a one way flight to Japan. I'm doin this to take the edge off.
Carnivore rolls his eyes under his mask, so much for representing the very best.
Carnivore: You do you, just don’t cause us to lose this tournament. Remember I will happily kick your ass for showing up to the match drunk. I will happily kick your ass for any reason so don’t give me one.
Hammerstein leans in close, almost to the point where his nose is touching Carnivore’s mask.
Hammerstein:When I'm in the ring, I'm stone cold sober. You'll find that out soon enough.
Listen, I'm gonna do my share to win those tag team titles. Not for HCW. Not for you. I'm gonna win them for me. And the fact that my wife, Holly, likes to dance around with a title belt on….JUST a title belt, if you're pickin up what I'm puttin down.
Carnivore:Have some respect for your accomplishments. I see the bigger picture, consider yourself lucky to be included. I represent something more than you and I. I represent an idealized warrior, the perfect champion. What you and your wife do is not the bigger picture but only a tiny fraction in my journey to become the best tag team wrestler ever. You will see that to be true when I become the tag team champion of King’s Road.
Hammerstein drains his third drink, then looks at his partner, a slight grin on his face.
Hammerstein:Well, if you wanna be the best tag team wrestler ever, you got the right partner for it, pal.
Carnivore:Maybe I should stop being overbearing and let you do your thing. You clearly are successful with it. We might disagree but I should at least trust you, you are the best tag team partner oddly enough.
A smile is hidden deep beneath the yellow mask that conceals all of Carnivore’s emotions.
Hammerstein:Good. You can one hundred percent trust me…..at least until the end of the tournament.
Hammerstein holds his glass up for another drink. He looks around at Carnivore’s mask.
Hammerstein:How the hell you drink with that thing?
Carnivore:I take this thing off when I eat, shower, and sleep dude. I wear this to freak out my opponents and hide how I’m….hide how I feel. The idealized warrior does not show mercy, only power. I want to be the best tag team wrestler and an idealized warrior.
Hammerstein holds his fresh drink up, as if saluting him.
Hammerstein:Amen, brother, on the no mercy part. Common ground, my man. Common ground. Biff would be proud.
Carnivore contemplates his new alliance with Hammerstein. Carnivore then orders a soda and faces Hammerstein.
Carnivore:I’m ordering sumthin so when the plane lands, we can give cheers to becoming the best tag team this side of the world has ever seen.
The flight attendant comes by and hands Carnivore a Cola soda. Carnivore holds his soda up, as if saluting his partner back.
Carnivore:Cheers to eliminating that idiot Marco Street and his smuck tag team partner Sweet Roxy.
Carnivore and Hammerstein might not be the best tag team of Japan yet, they might not be a brotherhood yet, but right now they are HCW’s Oddest Couple (even their matching shirts agree) and on their way to kick the ass of Marco Street and Roxy.