A Gay Old Time (Bloodied Fox Rumble/TagTitles RP#3)
Apr 15, 2020 16:20:22 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 15, 2020 16:20:22 GMT -5
Author's note: This takes place before the events of Prestige L.
We fade up on the largely deserted arrivals lounge of Tulsa International airport. Bloodied Fox is waiting, leaning against a barrier, face anxious.
Heya handsome.
The anxiety melts away at the voice, turning to a facesplittingly broad grin as an exhausted but equally cheerful Brendan Harding comes into view. Fox nearly tips over the barrier as he leans over and hugs his boyfriend with borderline bonecrushing enthusiasm.
God, I fucking missed you!
Brendan manages not to fall backwards, mainly by slipping his backpack off and letting go of the handle of his hold luggage, embracing his partner.
Missed you too.
His eyes close, a look of utter contentment on his face.
There then follows what can only be described as an adorable romantic montage, complete with chirpy music. We see Fox and Brendan driving back from the airport, Fox occasionally poking his boyfriend in the shoulder to stop him falling asleep. We see them back home in their apartment's kitchen, making cocktails, narrowly managing not to hit each other in the face with the shakers. We see them crashed out on the couch, eating pizza and Netflix and chilling, watching Beastars. Finally, we see Brendan tucked up in bed, snoring peacefully. Fox leans in the doorway, watching over him, smiling softly.
We fade up on the largely deserted arrivals lounge of Tulsa International airport. Bloodied Fox is waiting, leaning against a barrier, face anxious.
Heya handsome.
The anxiety melts away at the voice, turning to a facesplittingly broad grin as an exhausted but equally cheerful Brendan Harding comes into view. Fox nearly tips over the barrier as he leans over and hugs his boyfriend with borderline bonecrushing enthusiasm.
God, I fucking missed you!
Brendan manages not to fall backwards, mainly by slipping his backpack off and letting go of the handle of his hold luggage, embracing his partner.
Missed you too.
His eyes close, a look of utter contentment on his face.
Randy: You know what gets me? So LGBTKO put themselves out there as- well you can hear it in the name. So people gravitate to it and are like “Ok, so you’re gay” and what’s the response? “OH YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT HOW WE’RE GAY! LOOK AT HOW ORIGINAL YOU ARE!” That’s straight up some mind trickery right there. I’m sorry, I literally just read the label. It’s a stupid double standard because if people are like “Hey, you and Nelly are both named Angel” I’m not gonna freak out over it. So they’re already in their opponent’s heads because they either are able to dole out replies that are as repetitive as Psychotic Goth moving his hair out of the way of his face at the end of a promo or Zeze quietly gesturing to his dick during promos- watch them bro, he’s always doing it. I think it might be unconscious. Anyway, you’re either tricked into saying the same tired stuff that gives LGBTKO the moral advantage or you’re stuck trying to dance around something they’ve laid on the table.
There then follows what can only be described as an adorable romantic montage, complete with chirpy music. We see Fox and Brendan driving back from the airport, Fox occasionally poking his boyfriend in the shoulder to stop him falling asleep. We see them back home in their apartment's kitchen, making cocktails, narrowly managing not to hit each other in the face with the shakers. We see them crashed out on the couch, eating pizza and Netflix and chilling, watching Beastars. Finally, we see Brendan tucked up in bed, snoring peacefully. Fox leans in the doorway, watching over him, smiling softly.
“Please tell me what you know about Bloodied Fox outside of his domestic partnership.”
He stops talking.
“I didn’t think so.”
He stops talking.
“I didn’t think so.”
This is a tangent. How relevant it really is, I don't know; yet I don't feel like I can say anything else until I get this one out.
Bloodied Fox is in front of the green screen once more. Instead of fire, it now shows an image of the famous Vivienne Westwood 'Cowboys' t-shirt (link totally NSFW), his body's position, thankfully for management, blocking the explicit part.
See, everyone's playing cards right now. Dark Stars are playing the 'You Wouldn't Understand' card to avoid answering my question as to what the XHF Tag Titles have to do with their whole 'save the future' schtick. Dos Angeles are playing the 'We've Won Singles Titles' card to get around my point that they've achieved sod all as a tag team. What card am I playing? I wasn't aware I was playing one, but apparently, if you're listening to the examples I spliced in earlier, I'm playing the 'I'm Gay!!!' card.
He gives a melodramatic gasp and places the back of his hand on his forehead, like some southern belle having a fit of the vapours.
Shit, you caught me! I'm totally playing the 'I'm Gay!!!' card! You can tell because... um... I mention my boyfriend sometimes, I guess? I mean, sure, Chris Card starts a promo having dinner with his wife, and Sniper's spouse did a bit about how him going off on people for insufficient social distancing makes her horny, and Caffrey phoned his other half, and Zézé Taborda was putting in some serious flirting with that reporter lady, and Timeless has his girlfriend's giant boobs all over every promo, and Mistress Discipline isn't shy about how much she wants to get it on with Death Trap, but none of that constitutes mentioning your sexual orientation in a promo! Why? Well because they're heterosexuals. Everyone knows it's only shoving your orientation down someone's throat if you're not straight!
The fake grin on his face drops away after a couple of moments, replaced by a glower.
Sure Caffrey, no-one knows anything about me. It's not like I've been cutting promos from my home, or indeed on one occasion from my parents' home. It's not like I've openly discussed my hopes and fears as I've battled Legion; laying out the values I'm willing to shed blood, sweat, and tears for. The world definitely didn't get to see my elation when I won the Phoenix Title, or how crushed I was when I lost it. Yeah, all anyone knows about me is my partner's gender.
And yes, Randy, every promo I do in response to an opponent is about my orientation and accusing them of homophobia. Just look at the promos I've done so far in the lead up to the Rumble; just overloaded with gay talk! And my issue with Legion, the reason I've challenged Kuroi to a Street Fight at Prestige L, that's entirely based around them being bigots, even though they've never actually said anything homophobic and I've never accused them of doing so. I mean, it's not like there'd be any other reason for me to dislike a bunch of deranged cultists who preach physical strength above anything else and tried to control the entire AWF. And obviously when the likes of Team Fairtex, Xaiolong, and Aaron Ryan made blatantly homophobic statements in promos aimed at me, clearly I should have just said nothing. Be the bigger man; rise above it; whatever the latest phrase is to claim it's wrong to give bigoted shitheads the verbal and physical beating they so richly deserve.
He leans back in his chair, though thankfully for censors not far enough to expose anything untoward of the backdrop.
Now we're all overdosed on sarcasm, let's get down to brass tacks. I'm done putting up with people make snide insinuations that my sexual orientation is the only reason anyone gives a shit about me. I've worked too damn hard for that. I have never made the fact that I'm gay a centrepiece of what I do, but apparently some folks feel that I have, just because I didn't hide it away. Am I supposed to be ashamed of Brendan? Am I supposed to pretend I don't love him? Fuck that. And as for the idea that being part of LGBTKO makes that false, fuck that too. Yeah, none of us are straight, but we've always made it clear that the principles of LGBTKO were about doing the right thing over the easy thing, regardless of who you love. Hell, Bobby Barratt was a member, and the only reason he isn't any more has nothing to do with him being straight and everything to do with him being a backstabbing arsehole. LGBTKO may be a damn mess right now, but my part in its existence is not something that I'm going to be ashamed of.
He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder to point at the lewd art behind him.
See that? That's what me shoving my sexuality down your throat looks like, not having friends of the same persuasion, or loving someone the same gender as me. You want to come at me by calling me weak or stupid, you can go right ahead, because I'll prove you wrong on the mic and in the ring. You claim I'm just some piece of affirmative action? I'm coming for your throat, and the only thing I'll be shoving down it is my fist.
Bloodied Fox is in front of the green screen once more. Instead of fire, it now shows an image of the famous Vivienne Westwood 'Cowboys' t-shirt (link totally NSFW), his body's position, thankfully for management, blocking the explicit part.
See, everyone's playing cards right now. Dark Stars are playing the 'You Wouldn't Understand' card to avoid answering my question as to what the XHF Tag Titles have to do with their whole 'save the future' schtick. Dos Angeles are playing the 'We've Won Singles Titles' card to get around my point that they've achieved sod all as a tag team. What card am I playing? I wasn't aware I was playing one, but apparently, if you're listening to the examples I spliced in earlier, I'm playing the 'I'm Gay!!!' card.
He gives a melodramatic gasp and places the back of his hand on his forehead, like some southern belle having a fit of the vapours.
Shit, you caught me! I'm totally playing the 'I'm Gay!!!' card! You can tell because... um... I mention my boyfriend sometimes, I guess? I mean, sure, Chris Card starts a promo having dinner with his wife, and Sniper's spouse did a bit about how him going off on people for insufficient social distancing makes her horny, and Caffrey phoned his other half, and Zézé Taborda was putting in some serious flirting with that reporter lady, and Timeless has his girlfriend's giant boobs all over every promo, and Mistress Discipline isn't shy about how much she wants to get it on with Death Trap, but none of that constitutes mentioning your sexual orientation in a promo! Why? Well because they're heterosexuals. Everyone knows it's only shoving your orientation down someone's throat if you're not straight!
The fake grin on his face drops away after a couple of moments, replaced by a glower.
Sure Caffrey, no-one knows anything about me. It's not like I've been cutting promos from my home, or indeed on one occasion from my parents' home. It's not like I've openly discussed my hopes and fears as I've battled Legion; laying out the values I'm willing to shed blood, sweat, and tears for. The world definitely didn't get to see my elation when I won the Phoenix Title, or how crushed I was when I lost it. Yeah, all anyone knows about me is my partner's gender.
And yes, Randy, every promo I do in response to an opponent is about my orientation and accusing them of homophobia. Just look at the promos I've done so far in the lead up to the Rumble; just overloaded with gay talk! And my issue with Legion, the reason I've challenged Kuroi to a Street Fight at Prestige L, that's entirely based around them being bigots, even though they've never actually said anything homophobic and I've never accused them of doing so. I mean, it's not like there'd be any other reason for me to dislike a bunch of deranged cultists who preach physical strength above anything else and tried to control the entire AWF. And obviously when the likes of Team Fairtex, Xaiolong, and Aaron Ryan made blatantly homophobic statements in promos aimed at me, clearly I should have just said nothing. Be the bigger man; rise above it; whatever the latest phrase is to claim it's wrong to give bigoted shitheads the verbal and physical beating they so richly deserve.
He leans back in his chair, though thankfully for censors not far enough to expose anything untoward of the backdrop.
Now we're all overdosed on sarcasm, let's get down to brass tacks. I'm done putting up with people make snide insinuations that my sexual orientation is the only reason anyone gives a shit about me. I've worked too damn hard for that. I have never made the fact that I'm gay a centrepiece of what I do, but apparently some folks feel that I have, just because I didn't hide it away. Am I supposed to be ashamed of Brendan? Am I supposed to pretend I don't love him? Fuck that. And as for the idea that being part of LGBTKO makes that false, fuck that too. Yeah, none of us are straight, but we've always made it clear that the principles of LGBTKO were about doing the right thing over the easy thing, regardless of who you love. Hell, Bobby Barratt was a member, and the only reason he isn't any more has nothing to do with him being straight and everything to do with him being a backstabbing arsehole. LGBTKO may be a damn mess right now, but my part in its existence is not something that I'm going to be ashamed of.
He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder to point at the lewd art behind him.
See that? That's what me shoving my sexuality down your throat looks like, not having friends of the same persuasion, or loving someone the same gender as me. You want to come at me by calling me weak or stupid, you can go right ahead, because I'll prove you wrong on the mic and in the ring. You claim I'm just some piece of affirmative action? I'm coming for your throat, and the only thing I'll be shoving down it is my fist.