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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 5, 2007 17:29:28 GMT -5
It is a gloriously sunny day, and Cosmos is leaning against a wall outside, with a cup of coffee in his hand. Unlike in the ring, Cosmos is wearing no body paint, but instead torn-up jeans and a black shirt with "Bucket Rocks" printed on the front. He is also wearing an impatient look, as he drinks the coffee.
Cosmos' mobile phone rings...
Cosmos: Hey hey dude, it's good to hear you're finally coming over to GHW man. I'm so excited to think about you coming here. No, I've not told anyone at all, mainly because they'd shit themselves at the thought of the big ol' bucket...dude did you bring it with you? Awesome. I know you got to go, I'll see you in a bit man. Take care...for once. Oh, and yes I do have pie in the fridge in my locker room.
Cosmos disconnects, and waits for a while longer with a happier smile on his face. After several minutes, a loud banging can be heard and a beat-up pickup truck turns around the corner, and a big guy with a crazy grin is waving from the back. The truck stops, and the guy gets out. Cosmos runs forward to meet him.
Cosmos: Wahey, you made it here in one piece man, it's great! Whooo!
Cosmos reaches out for a handshake...
TBC You know whom!
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Post by grahamslaughter on Sept 6, 2007 15:54:28 GMT -5
 A large, scruffy man climbs over the side of the truck bed and onto the pavement, revealing that he isn't wearing any shoes, but proceeds to step onto the pavement barefoot. He reaches back over the siding to pull out a fairly-sized tin bucket, a bundle wrapped inside of it. He turns around, his eyes widening and a smile gracing his face when he sees Cosmos ready to greet him.
Cos: "Bucket?"
GS: "BUCK YOU!"
Both men laugh at the apparently old-time catchphrase. Graham, completely ignoring Cosmos's offer of the handshake, drops the bucket and wraps him up in a big hug. The smaller man being squeezed into "Bucket"'s wide chest and beer gut. After a couple friendly pats on the shoulder, Graham turns around, talking to the pick-up driver through the passenger window.
GS: "Err...te quiero las...uh...Taco Bell, Corona...Frito-lay...mazda?"
The man behind the wheel looks a little confused.
GS: "I'm sorry, pal, my Spanglish's no good. Cinco de Mayo ast... Dorito...puta. Do you understand?"
Driver: "Uhh..."
GS: "Well, gracias dude, olay."
Graham hands the driver a handful of change from his pocket, GS never being one to keep alot of cash on him.
Driver: "...I don't even speak Spanish..."
The truck speeds away, Slaughter turning back around with a grin.
GS: "...dang forrners."
Graham picks up his bucket of stuff, acting as his pack, and begins walking back to Cosmos's leaning wall.
GS: "So, Cozzie, how's ya been?"TBCB Cosmos/HW |
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 7, 2007 14:40:08 GMT -5
Cosmos:Heh, pretty good thanks. Lots of hardcore fun and donuts! Dude I was so excited and scared when I got here, it was almost as scary as my first ever match man! I'm never gonna forget that, I had nightmares the week before it. It's all good though, it's cool to have ya back here at GHW.
Maybe now we can bring a bit of old style hardcore spirit to the place eh? I'm sure it won't be long until everyone knows all about Gary and Clyde too...heh, I remember getting hit by Clyde...
Graham:Yeah, it sure weren't pretty. Ya got blood all over him.
Cosmos: Heh, I know. I'm sure it came off though man. Anyways, it wasn't me! I was Cap'n Spammy back then...shit, I was a crap Fighty fighty person then. Could barely pull off a headlock hehe...ow, Bucket!
Graham quickly wraps his arm around Cosmos' head, and puts him in a headlock...
Cosmos: Bucket, I know how to do a headlock now! I'm not crap anymore!
Graham: Yeah yeah, Spammy...Cozzie.
Graham lets go, and pats Cosmos on the back. Cosmos shakes his head, and grins.
Cosmos: Just you wait until we have a match man! Then I'll...
Graham: Yeah, ya said that last time too, Spammy.
The two men laugh and keep talking...
TBC Bucket!
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Post by grahamslaughter on Sept 9, 2007 8:28:46 GMT -5
GS: "So, can you splain to me why there's none of dat purdy shiny stuff around your gut?"
Cos: "You mean a championship?"
GS: "You get ma point."
Cos: "Well...err...I kinda just started here only a little bit ago. But...Hey! I just had an awesome match in the Dome of Doom recently, with weedwhackers, too!"
GS: "Ya haven't changed a bit, Spammy."
Cos: "What? How?...and that's not my name anymore."
GS: "What I mean, Cap'n, issat you'll go the lengths to be sumthin'. To git your name out there. What you need to do is catch dat bullet by yur teeth, be a real greenhorn and go in with guns blazing."
Cos: "...I never knew you had experience as a coach, Bucket."
GS: "Nah...I jus' quoted dat from Jim Ross some time ago."
Cosmos shakes his head with a small chuckle as they continue on.
Cos: "Well, Bucket, you've been around for a long time now. Surely not as long as some of the top-tiered guys, but, from your travels, what have you learned? About wrestling?"
GS: "Well, Cozzie, I've learned that on the outside, it's rough. It's ugly. Not many want to be around it. Harsh. But, when you're in it, it's light. Soft. Even sweet. Makes the tolls all worth-while in the days end. Ya jus' gotta think of the inside of it when yur on the grain."
Cos: "Wow, Graham, for a 6-and-a-half-foot man wielding a slop dispenser, I never knew you knew so much about psychology in the ring."
GS: "WRESTLING?...oh, I thought we were talking about cantaloupes."
Cosmos bursts out laughing as Graham raises a brow in query. Just then, he notices the bucket -or at least what's inside of it.
TBCB Cap'n Spammy
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Post by Human Wreckingball/ Cosmos! on Sept 9, 2007 14:46:20 GMT -5
Cosmos (distractedly): Yeah...cantaloupes rock. Hey...dude...did ya bring fried chicken in the bucket? Awesome! Reminds me of that show we did outside Montgomery, ya know, now that was good fried chicken. Kinda miss doin' all the Southern shows ya know, touring all those little towns...yeah, great times. I always liked getting audience members in the ring, now that was fun.
Bucket: It's nothin' on GHW though. You're in the big leagues now Spammy, and ya'd better not disappoint.
Cosmos: Soon as you sign a contract, you'll be gettin' matches as well, and everyone'll be getting to know Gary and Clyde too. I know they'll all be excited to meet them!
The two men laugh, as Bucket pulls some fried chicken from a bucket in his bucket, and he chews on a fried chicken leg. He offers the bucket to Cosmos, who grins and takes a drumstick, eating it quickly. Cosmos finishes the drumstick, and leans back on the wall quietly, with an almost sad expression on his face.
Cosmos: I know, I'm really glad you've come here to GHW man, and I know loads of other awesome people here, like the Psycho Kid, Rhaps and Crazy Boy. It is cool man, but I kinda miss everyone else back at Montgomery Hardcore Wrestling, ya know? I really hope they're all right...I mean, I hope they're as all right as it's possible for them to be.
Bucket: Heh, ya weren't so concerned for their safety back then. That barbedwire bat was pretty dang painful Spammy.
Cosmos: I still got it, ya know? Except, now I painted it. It's pretty man, it's damn pretty. I'm not kiddin' ya though, I miss all the people back at MHW, and the atmosphere too. It was just fun, I liked everyone partying and having fun out of ring and just fighting in-ring and still having fun man. Heh, reminds me of that big match when ya dropped Big Joe into the bucket of pigswill, then took him out for donuts afterward. That was pretty sweet man...
Bucket: Hehe, yeah. It was'nt ol' Gary though.
TBC Bucket!
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