Present and Past

[Guest Powerplay]

SLAM!

 

The door opens on the empty locker room in the Compaq Center in Houston. A silhouette flicks on the lights and stumbles in, and leans up against the lockers on the other side of the room. It’s the former world champion, William Hearford III or more commonly recognized as Judge Mental. His face is covered in a sweat, mixing a bit with the trickle of blood running from his nose, and his hand against his head as he goes through each moment of his title loss…

 

SLAM!

 

The door to the gym locker room opens, and a man stumbles in, eyes shut in pain and anger. It’s William Hearford III, the man who just lost his first title shot to the reigning champion, Yuri Bregruski. He feels his face, touching his bloodied lip; Bregruski split it open with a sharp elbow during the match. He limps over to the other side of the locker room and leans up against the lockers on the far side of the room. His manager, Alley, comes rushing in. “Don’t take it too hard, Will.”

 

CRASH!

 

…Mental punches one of the locker doors hard, leaving a sizable dent. He pulls his hand back to his body, and grimaces with pain. “DAMNIT!” He shouts in the empty locker room, and bangs his head against the cold steel of one of the lockers. “I lost…… I lost………” He puts both hands up to his head, as if trying to ease a giant migraine, and speaks to himself. “I had it won. I had it won!” He walks between the benches, across the room, and catches sight of an open locker. His anger builds up, and with a primal roar he pivots his foot, spinning and catching the door right at the hinges. The piece of metal goes flying off its hinges with the force of the superkick, landing and sliding a few feet away...

 

CRASH!

 

…Hearford punches one of the doors hard, leaving a dent in the cheap steel. Alley comes over and tries to calm him down. “Kid, relax. It’s not life or death.” Hearford turns towards him, eyes closed in rage and self-disappointment. “Alley, I lost the damn match. I LOST my damn title shot!” He balls the hand he hit the door with hard, sucking up the pain and turning it into more anger. “Jesus, kid, you’ll get another chance!” Alley goes over to Hearford again, but Hearford backs away, toward an open locker. He opens his eyes, burning with rage, and gives it a hard thrust kick that sends it off its hinges and onto the ground…

 

“Mike Van Siclen….” He hisses angrily. He closes his eyes and his fist begins to quiver and shake as if it were in an earthquake that the rest of Mental’s body was cut off from. He walks over a mirror over a sink, tilting his head and looking at his own reflection. “I lost my title... to an overzealous punk… because of him?!” Mental shouts as he finally stops holding back, and his hand goes right into the reflection, showering the porcelain basin and the tile floor with little reflective pieces…

 

... “Calm down, God damnit!” yells Alley as Hearford leans up against one of the lockers, his right arm sporadically shaking as he barely holds back the extent of his anger. “I was cheated, Alley!” shouts the angered charge, “I was cheated! It was my night, Alley, and that bastard Rasputin comes in and lays me out!” He spins towards the lockers he is leaning against and pounds them with his shaking fist again, and Alley comes over and turns him to face the old trainer…

 

Mental walks over to the bench in the middle of the locker room, his hold body quivering with the fury that resides in his mind right now. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing a camera man and Ben Hardy, the premier SJL and SWF interviewer. “Um…. Hello, Mr. Hearford…..” Ben says cautiously, surveying the wreckage in the locker room. “What happened to your locker room?” He asks, making sure to keep a distance from the large man. Mental looks up at him with a scowl, and stands up. “Some one came in here and wrecked it. It was probably what Mike Van Siclen did while he waited for me, the thug…”

 

“Damnit, this isn’t the fucking legal profession!” Alley shouts at the kid, slapping him across the face once. “You’ll get your chance at Rasputin, and you’ll get your chance at Bregruski and his title. This isn’t like a God damn court case where you only get one shot and that’s it.” Hearford pushes him away and slams another locker shut. “Alley, I don’t care! I should have had the thing! It was mine!” Hearford turns around, and looks at the slightly peeved Alley. The wizened trainer closes his eyes for a moment, channeling and controlling his anger at Will’s utter lack of self control, and begins to speak…

 

“A thug? Do you know for sure he caused this?” Ben inquires and Mental gives his reply. “It’s definitely him. He’s trying to ruin my life. I beat him, and he goes out ruins my title reign.” Ben looks at him with a little fear in his eyes, and asks another question. “So what are you going do about this.” Mental doesn’t hesitate with his answer. “I’m going to destroy both of them and take my God damned title back.” Ben backs up a little more, towards the door just incase the unstable Judge starts to go berserk. “Well, it’s been fantastic interview with you, Mr. Hearfor-OH GOD!” Mental grabs him by the collar of his suit and grabs Hardy’s microphone away…

 

“Look, I’ve never baby sat, and I don’t intend to start now. So listen good and hard...” Alley says, walking over to the young man. “You lost. So fucking what. I could care less right now, because you are young, and we will have many other chances.” He walks right up to the taller young man, pushing him backwards. “Shit happens, okay? I know you’re angry, but you don’t go around destroying stuff because someone came in and ruined your chance. You use that anger when you fight next time. That last thrust kick was strong enough to make him forget his name but remember yours.” Alley presses forward, backing the young wrestler back against the metallic surface of the lockers. “Because if you use it outside of a wrestling ring again, I’m going to beat the ever-loving fuck out of you. I don’t care what happens, my wrestlers don’t lose their heads like that, okay?”

 

“Mike Van Siclen! I hope you see this!” He says, pushing Ben Hardy into the room, making the old jobber fall backwards over the bench. “Don’t even think about trying to get that damned title, because if you want it, you’re going through me first….” Mental scowls at the camera, and continues. “I’m going to make sure I’m in every #1 Contendership match just so you don’t even get a chance at Myers and my title.” He walks out into the hall a little more. “And Myers, don’t think you’re safe either. I’m going to destroy you and pin you just like before, and next time MVS won’t be around here to help you. You two messed with the wrong man.” And with that, Mental walks down the hall, kicking the occasional trash can.

 

… Alley backs off, and grabs a white towel off the bench. He tosses it at Hearford, who catches it with his right hand. “We’re gonna start using that anger tonight. Wipe off your face, cause you’re gonna be running laps around the block and I don’t want you scaring people.” Hearford looks at him for a moment, and nods. Alley begins to leave, but he gives one final note. “Will, don’t get yourself all hyped up about this. Even the crowd thought you deserved to win out there. I’ll see you in a couple minutes outside.” With that, Alley walks out the door and leaves Will alone. He looks at the mirror near the bathroom stalls, and stares at himself for a long time. The young learner takes a couple deep breaths, closes his eyes, and gets dressed for a midnight jog…

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

FEEL THE HATE~!

 

Man, this promo rules. Matt Myers and MVS, you are two screwed d00ds.

[Guest Chuck Woolery]

<character on>

 

We fade away from a blue television set to see Mike Van Siclen standing next to a television set, the secondary interviewer, Nervous Sheep, standing next to him.

 

"Nervous Sheep here, with Mike Van Siclen. Mike, you just heard a very angry Judge Mental speak. My question is, what is your reaction?"

 

...I'll tell it straight this time. No lies here.

 

"Well, Sheep, I'll make it simple for Judge Mental. See, I don't need a damn #1 Contenders' match to get my shot. Myers owes me one. If it wasn't for me, Myers, you wouldn't be champion right now.

 

You're welcome.

 

As for Mr. Mental... well, I'll make shit simple for you. You've beaten me... what, twice, now?"

 

Of course, it was an inferno match and a screwjob, but that's beyond the point...

 

"That doesn't make you better than me. If you feel the need to challenge me for the title shot that Myers owes me... that's fine. But I'm warning you now... just because you're old, just because you're a judge, doesn't mean I'll take it easy on you. You hate me? Go ahead. I don't care. I'm not in this business for friends. I'm here, because I am the best in the game today. I will not claim to be the game, because I'm not, and I'm not that damn good, but what I am is the best man in the business today. And if you want to, and when Myers has to, step up and find that out... well, to quote a famous T, I pity da foo'."

 

Mike walks away, chuckling at his own joke as Sheep makes a motion across his neck to cut the camera.

 

Fade out...

[Guest realitycheck]

I guess some people just never grow up...

 

Judge, great promo. The "reflections from the past" bit was stylistically brilliant in every aspect. As I said in chat, this is almost like something Martin Scorsese or Quentin Tarentino might do, if they wrote promos.

 

It also allows a bit of interesting insight to the character, much like the last 'in the past' promo. Keep it up.

 

Oh, and Mike beingz old school with the promo-within-a-promo response. (Y).

 

-Z

[Secret Agent 0]

Woah.......

 

All i can say is MVS and Matt, you guys better run.

 

Awsome promo Mr. Judge. It's nice to see someone else anger Judge Mental besides Kamikaze. If you can translate all this angst and emotion into a match, you would be..how shall i say..."Unstopable"?

 

Well unless it you insert yourself in this budding tag match extrodinare. Then you be doomed!

 

MVS: That was dumb

[Guest Goodear]

Dueling PROMO LOVE!

 

Judge brings the hate with the flashbacks of doom, and they are pithy and good. I wasn't sure where JM was going with them at first but man does it highlight the character now. Man that Alley is going to get his ass kicked. ASS KICKED.

 

MVS inner monologue returns and its pretty good until the Mr. T reference. It sort of deflates the hate a little. No es muy bueno. Other than that, good stuff.