OH SHIT!! Crash is on the plane!
Apr 30, 2022 20:19:15 GMT -5
Veronica Strader, Sadie Ko, and 1 more like this
Post by Crash Rodriguez on Apr 30, 2022 20:19:15 GMT -5
Blood. I feel it trickle down my face as I stare up at my attacker, as he brings down the steel chair, crushing my legs underneath. I go to scream, but I choke on my crimson mask resulting in a little less than a whimper. The man's face turns to a smile, as he raises the chair up again. I have to think fast. I have to survive, no, I have to win. I kick desperately, catching the steel chair and throwing it into his face. He stands dazed as I wipe blood from my eyes, as he regains his balance he goes for another chairshot, only to be met by the same fate, the chair rebounding off of my boot.
"Pay attention, kid. We may be off the island, but we ain't out the fire."
"It was lava, and I'm pretty sure the only thing not out of the fire is the island."
Crash looks out the passenger window as their plane escapes the fiery oblivion, his head fills with the bitter truth, the Craze championship is still out of reach. Hell, now it's moved even further from his grasp.
"You ok?"
"Lou, I just lost due to some black magic dark sorcery. Like that shit was truly paranormal. I can't wrap my head around it."
"I don't think that shit is even legal, don't worry kid, I'm going to walk up to Welsh right now and demand a rematch. This time no spooky-ooky bullsh-"
Crash looks over towards Marcus, who has tears welling in his eyes as he is filled with dread.
"The man looks like he's already going through a lot. Besides, supernatural powers or not, Sadie won."
"Awful mature of you."
Crash closes his eyes, desperately holding back the emotions. Nobody on the plane seems to notice except for Lou, who sits watching silently, unsure of how to cheer up his client. Before too long the OCW talent drifts off to sleep.
He wobbles on his feet, but eventually crumples to the ground. I bring myself to my feet, my knees screaming at me with the more weight I put on them. I survey the crowd's faces, an easy thing to do in a rinky-dink Mexican deathmatch promotion. I feel the electricity flow through the crowd, as they rise to their feet, eager to see what's next. I feel a sense of doom wash over me, I've already given so much, taken so much, yet feel no closer to winning. As my shoulders droop, and I begin to hang my head, I notice a man standing at the entrance ramp. My father. La Colisíon. He shakes his head in disappointment, sending a shot of adrenaline into me. I finally noticed my opponent had risen to his feet, now sporting a trail of blood from a fresh cut above his eyebrow.
I wrap his head under my arms and swing myself back, slamming the top of his head onto the mat, bursting the cut open. As the red leaks from his cranium, I stomp his head back down into the mat. A wave of wincing erupts from the crowd as I stomp down three more times, each time with more malice. I feel myself smile, and I look over the barbed wire ropes, up at the stage. It's empty. Where my father once stood has been replaced by nothing. I feel my stomach sink like the Titanic, leaving behind a pit of raw pain. A wave of sadness wraps over me.
"Crash. Wake up, the plane's lande- Jesus Christ, how much have you drunk?"
Crash sits forward slightly rubbing his eyes, trying to make out the figure. As his eyes acclimate to the light, he notices Lou standing above him and the pile of airplane shots and bottles littered around him. Crash eyes the metric fuck-ton of empty bottles.
"Fuck if I know, I aint Rainman."
“Well, kid, I’m glad you had fun, but we gotta go. You got a match to train for.”
“Against who?”
“Robert Uchiha”
Crash tries to stifle his laughter, but the old familiar crooked smile washes over his face. He closes his eyes and lays back in the seat with his hands folded behind his head.
“No need to train.”
“Ok, but there is the need of you getting off the plane.”
“Lou just carry me man.”
Lou shakes his head, as he eyes the distance from their seat to the exit.
“That aint happening.”
“Fine”
Crash rises to his feet, stumbling slightly. As his balance returns, Crash pushes through his representation and heads towards the door, just as he’s about to step out he turns to Lou.
“You think they’ll have any pizza rolls here?”
"Pay attention, kid. We may be off the island, but we ain't out the fire."
"It was lava, and I'm pretty sure the only thing not out of the fire is the island."
Crash looks out the passenger window as their plane escapes the fiery oblivion, his head fills with the bitter truth, the Craze championship is still out of reach. Hell, now it's moved even further from his grasp.
"You ok?"
"Lou, I just lost due to some black magic dark sorcery. Like that shit was truly paranormal. I can't wrap my head around it."
"I don't think that shit is even legal, don't worry kid, I'm going to walk up to Welsh right now and demand a rematch. This time no spooky-ooky bullsh-"
Crash looks over towards Marcus, who has tears welling in his eyes as he is filled with dread.
"The man looks like he's already going through a lot. Besides, supernatural powers or not, Sadie won."
"Awful mature of you."
Crash closes his eyes, desperately holding back the emotions. Nobody on the plane seems to notice except for Lou, who sits watching silently, unsure of how to cheer up his client. Before too long the OCW talent drifts off to sleep.
He wobbles on his feet, but eventually crumples to the ground. I bring myself to my feet, my knees screaming at me with the more weight I put on them. I survey the crowd's faces, an easy thing to do in a rinky-dink Mexican deathmatch promotion. I feel the electricity flow through the crowd, as they rise to their feet, eager to see what's next. I feel a sense of doom wash over me, I've already given so much, taken so much, yet feel no closer to winning. As my shoulders droop, and I begin to hang my head, I notice a man standing at the entrance ramp. My father. La Colisíon. He shakes his head in disappointment, sending a shot of adrenaline into me. I finally noticed my opponent had risen to his feet, now sporting a trail of blood from a fresh cut above his eyebrow.
I wrap his head under my arms and swing myself back, slamming the top of his head onto the mat, bursting the cut open. As the red leaks from his cranium, I stomp his head back down into the mat. A wave of wincing erupts from the crowd as I stomp down three more times, each time with more malice. I feel myself smile, and I look over the barbed wire ropes, up at the stage. It's empty. Where my father once stood has been replaced by nothing. I feel my stomach sink like the Titanic, leaving behind a pit of raw pain. A wave of sadness wraps over me.
"Crash. Wake up, the plane's lande- Jesus Christ, how much have you drunk?"
Crash sits forward slightly rubbing his eyes, trying to make out the figure. As his eyes acclimate to the light, he notices Lou standing above him and the pile of airplane shots and bottles littered around him. Crash eyes the metric fuck-ton of empty bottles.
"Fuck if I know, I aint Rainman."
“Well, kid, I’m glad you had fun, but we gotta go. You got a match to train for.”
“Against who?”
“Robert Uchiha”
Crash tries to stifle his laughter, but the old familiar crooked smile washes over his face. He closes his eyes and lays back in the seat with his hands folded behind his head.
“No need to train.”
“Ok, but there is the need of you getting off the plane.”
“Lou just carry me man.”
Lou shakes his head, as he eyes the distance from their seat to the exit.
“That aint happening.”
“Fine”
Crash rises to his feet, stumbling slightly. As his balance returns, Crash pushes through his representation and heads towards the door, just as he’s about to step out he turns to Lou.
“You think they’ll have any pizza rolls here?”
