Promo: Remember the Alamo?

[Guest Insanityman]

(The Alamodome has an abandoned feeling to it; very few SJL employees are busy like bees. Yet the first of the wrestlers have already arrived and prepared to make the cramped locker room their home, least for a few days. One of the men among the many is Matt Myers, the SJL World champion. The belt slung over his shoulder proudly, and a blue duffel bag on his other shoulder, the wacky black spiked hair tipped with blue dye, the wallet chain infested blue jeans, a Misfits t-shirt, and the black (and somewhat mandatory) converse “all-stars.” Matt struts confidently down a long hallway, already aware of his match. Stopping at the bulletin board, he lets his duffel bag slide of his shoulder, glancing at the card and grinning.).

 

“Matt! Hey Matt!” Myers whirls around only to see the Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, nearly right in front of him. Matt’s heart skips about eight beats and he pants for a second.

 

“Did you get lessons from Venom?” Myers asks, still a tad shaken.

 

“Eh?” Insane Luchador raises one eyebrow

 

“Just don’t catch me off guard, okay? Rememer how Venom was a-fucking-mazing at sneaking up and scaring people?” Matt chuckles as he looks over Insane Luchador. He wears the loose khaki cargoes, a black t-shirt, and IL doesn’t look like a stick figure anymore. Same black Orisis skate shoes, same old spiked black hair.

 

Insane Luchador smirks, “Good times, good times…” IL says impersonating Phil Hartman from News radio (least that line from the show).

 

Myers laughs and he pokes at IL’s chest, “Gain some weight?” He sneers.

 

“…You’d be amazed how much you eat after taking a trip to Afghanistan. Besides I needed to get into shape.” IL simply replies.

 

Matt Myers pauses and then looks at IL in puzzlement. “That wasn’t a rumor?”

 

Insane Luchador’s hand runs through his hair and then scratches his neck, “No, sadly. I really just went there to get the fuck out of the States… but then of course when I find the map delivered by ‘Renegade’” IL pauses to look at Matt’s discombobulated face. “I was insane.” He then covers.

 

Matt Myers laughs and then gives a twist of the head towards the card, “Have you read it?”

 

Insane Luchador sighs, “Yeah… I got a promo slot, but I doubt I’ll use it. So- dude how goes it?”

 

Myers shrugs, “We’re fucking wrestlers, and life sucks. Least I’m out of my depression stage.”

 

“Yeah, Poisyn blew.” Rickmen kids and Matt gives him a slap on the back of the head. Andrew growls.

 

“Least I wasn’t a ‘Plague’ who did what? Nothing.” Matt replies, only half joking.

 

“Yes, but at least I was wanted in Destruction.” IL quips back.

 

“You were?” Matt sneers.

 

“No.” The two then laugh while Insane Luchador then drops his own black duffel bag, which Myers didn’t even notice.

 

“Plus you were friends with a Midget.” Myers continues to jeer, at this point IL’s eyes dart towards Matt’s. IL’s face twists into a dead serious look, “Make fun of his skills, not him.” Insane Luchador snaps very harshly.

 

Insane Luchador and Matt Myers fidget in an awkward pause.

 

“Right, you have clue why I was taken out of the Alamo match?” IL breaks the silence and he bends over unzipping his duffel bag.

 

“Not a damned clue, I DO have my own problems.” Myers replies referring to his own match.

 

“Very true, so where’s Edwin? I ought to pop in and smirk.” Insane Luchador jokes while he kneels down and shuffles through his duffel bag.

 

“…Andrew… Edwin broke Chris Raynor’s neck after a big self-destruction of the Carnie and MacPhisto bailed. We don’t know where he is…”

 

IL’s face twisted into confusion and then he tries to make the best light of it, “So the Clan didn’t get to them?”

 

“Nearly the same damn story… no more Clan.” Matt replies watching IL’s jaw drops.

 

“So it’s safe to say that things have changed.” IL replies slowly, a sadden look on his face.

 

“Very true, oh man I could rant my head off. We don’t even know who the fuck our commissioner is!” Matt begins to get a little too hyper.

 

“Matt, one dude to another… I’m only here to finish what I need to.” Insane Luchador admits while he pulls out a torn up black sweatshirt. Andrew Rickmen holds it up to Myers, who’s baffled, and IL then swings the duffel bag on his shoulder. Andrew Rickmen then silently heads away.

[Guest DiabloIIFreak1010]

And a great promo from Insane Lucahdor. It's great to see you back again, dude.

[Guest Powerplay]

Hmm.... I know this is leading somewhere, but I don't have a guess yet. Good job getting caught back up, IL, even though you never really left us.

[Guest Ace309]

Nice explanation, confirmation of the Afghanistan story, and little clueless humour at the end.