Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted October 23, 2002 Well it's about 2 A.M. and i can't sleep so i decided to make an attempt at a promo. This just shows that im out of pratice, but hopefully it will provide some mild entertainment when you guys are bored. Comments and derogatory statements are greatly appreaciated. ............................... It has been about thirty six minutes since SJL Metal concluded it’s broadcast for the evening, and in the locker rooms some are celebrating their victory while others are trying o figure out what went wrong. A few like Johnny Dangerous are receiving some light medical attention to their gashes and pain ridden limbs. “Mr. Dangerous! You really should go to the hospital to have this checked out, you could have a concussion!” Marty the EMT pleads to no avail as Johnny pushes him out of his way and heads off down the dank corridors of the RBC Center. He turns the corner and immediately rest himself against the wall, rubbing his throbbing head as if it were going to ease the pain. Thoughts of the events that transpired this evening run amok through his mind, as he desperately tries to recall exactly what happened before he found himself waking up and lying in a pool of his own blood. His mind flashes to a vivid memory of him looking up at Jack the Ripper, laughing uncontrollably as he rears a chair over his head and swings it forward smashing the steel into his skull. “Jack..” He says as he begins to breathe heavily. He pushes off from the wall and continues his walk towards the locker rooms still holding his head, which feels like someone is inside his skull trying desperately to kick their way out. The more his head throbs the more his anger grows towards the Ripper, and his actions from earlier. Other Wrestlers pass him by without so much as a single word, no condolences, or anything. He stops as he passes by one locker room in particular where the inscription on the door reads “Judge Mental” The Champion. Not just any champion, but the Smarks Junior Leagues Heavyweight Champion of the World. He has passed by this one man wrecking machine many of times, he has seen how he proudly walks with the title slung across his shoulder draping over his heart. Such pride he holds for that trophy, even if he the crowds despise him so much they wouldn’t piss on the poor man to save his life if he were set on fire. No matter what his agendas are he definitely shows great respect towards his championship, and to him being a champion is no laughing matter. “To be a champion.” He thinks to himself. Suddenly the image of Jack the Rippers face flashes through his mind once again. The face of a Psychopath, the face of the man who viciously ripped his chance at being one step closer to becoming a champion. He looks back up enraged. He grits his teeth as anger begins to boil in his blood and he stomps his way down the hall ever so loudly. “You son of a bitch!” Johnny stops once again as he reaches the door of a familiar name. A name that has been running through his mind for the last few moments at warp speed! Jack the Ripper Johnny pushes his way through the door and enters a dark room. He stands motionless breathing heavily as he tries to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, when suddenly the door slams behind him! He spins around to ready for anything when a hand snags him by the neck and lifts him off his feet! “I’ve been expecting you Dangerous!” A grisly voice rings out just seconds before flinging him across the room, where a coffee table breaks his fall! CRASH!! The lights flip on, temporarily blinding Johnny and standing there in all his awe is none other than Jack the Ripper. “I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you to come this way.” Jack says as Johnny lets out a small groan, covered in shards of glass and wood from the shattered table. “Someone like you couldn’t resist the though of getting even, and I could feel it a mile away!” “You see Johnny Dangerous, I know what you really are. I’m on to your little secret of why you are here. You think you’re here to take someone down? Well soon everyone will be singing the praises of my name after your exposed for what you really are, which is a damn Narc!” Johnny tries to get up but the sheer pain from his back and throbbing head is more than enough to keep him immobile. “So little spy.” Jack continues. “You want to be on a little mission to try and take someone down. Well I have some news for you, Johnny. There isn’t a soul alive that is going to stop me from wrecking my own personal havoc in this league. You lost your shot at any kind of European Championship when I pinned your ass to the mat for the count of three. Fasaki was an unexpected disturbance which I will take care of later.” Jack reaches into his trench coat and pulls out a ten-inch blade. Unable to move, Johnny looks on in horror as Jack drops to his knees over him and jams the edge of the blade against his throat. “I could gut you like a fish, Dangerous. Believe me, I do have it in me. You think losing your shot at the European Title was bad, well just imagine what will happen if you try to go any farther with this little mission of yours. Consider it a lesson well learned on what happens when you step out of line with Jack the Ripper.” A smile begins to emerge on Jack’s face which soon turns into a moment of laughter. His laughter follows him as he stands up and places the blade back into his coat. He leaves the locker room, flipping the lights off and closing the door behind him. All the way down the hall you can hear Jack’s laughter, until “Whoops!” “Bloody hell! Who put this wet floor sign right in the middle of the walk way! God Damn it!” Back inside the room, Johnny lets his head sink back into the pile of mess that is the former coffee table as a smile grows on his face. He closes his eyes as he thinks “It’s time to get…Dangerous.” Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Goodear Report post Posted October 23, 2002 Great promo! I love the juxtaposition between Johnny's thoughts about going after championships and his desire to get his hands on a bitter rival. Finally choosing the path of rage, Johnny walks strait into disaster! But does that mean that personal vendettas are the bane of wrestling, or that both roads are equally trecharous? Anyways, wall to wall awesome with only one little problem. The only issue with this promo is Jack The Tripper (Come and knock on his door) falling on his way out of the building. You had a great dramatic moment going on, and it sort of let the heat out of the room... although it was extremely funny Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Powerplay Report post Posted October 23, 2002 A great promo. You put Jack over as one hell of a threat. A great promo all in all, and hope to see more out this feud. Oh, and (Y) at myself and being an egotist. WHOO! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted October 23, 2002 (Y) @ some comments for my promo. Thanks for the kind words you too. Oh, and +1 for me. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
