Promo: Never Alone!

[Guest Insanityman]

OoC: Renegade isn't back, I just got permission for this promo...

 

In the hallways of the MGM Arena, in the exclusive city of sin, two men are not getting wasted or getting a “ride” for the night but continuously training and chatting. Few workers have arrived overall and the gym remains empty while the constant pounding sound is heard followed by a forgotten yet familiar voice.

 

“Come on Rickmen, you kicked me harder in the Submission match!” The retired WF’er friendly jeers. Another kick slams against the black punch bag that IL’s former stable mate was leaning against.

 

WHAP! Another harsh high kick and Andrew Rickmen, in his usual attire but with a black t-shirt, retreats to put his hands on his bent knees.

 

“I’m trying… dude… chill…” Andrew gasps and he slowly wipes the sweat away. Rickmen then erects (go ahead and chuckle you perverts) his body and lets his ears be filled with Dropkick Murphy’s sounds.

 

"You say it because we’re boisterous!”

 

“It’s been a while man.” Renegade admits. “Didn’t help that I jumped ship into what could have been the greatest stable in a while…” Renegade continues to confess, feeling half guilty.

 

Luchador glances at Renegade, “Yeah, Havoc could have fucking blown the JL away.” Luchador palm strikes the black bag and it hits ‘Gade who grunts. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard.”

 

Renegade gives half a shrug, “Just do a few more punches and kicks… they’re still not what they used to be.”

 

“What the hell did they use to be?” IL asks bewildered, and overall in a bad mood.

 

“In the Destruction days…” Renegade begins.

 

“Which are long over.” Andrew reminds.

 

"You hate us, because we got our dignity!"

 

Renegade sighs at IL’s stubbornness. “Yeah, but they used to you know, hurt.” He says purposely antagonizing the psycho (which generally is a bad idea).

 

"Never alone! In the streets of Boston is where we roam!”

 

“We’re not in Boston.” Renegade jeers as a punch flies into the bag making a face of disgust at the music.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t bring any Cradle of Filth.” IL retorts.

 

“I’d beat you again if you brought that.” Renegade jokes.

 

“Godsmack?” IL further annoys Renegade.

 

“No, that was all Venom.”

 

The two shiver at the most creepy dude who remained in the JL.

 

“Right, so now what? Weights or in the ring?”

 

“…They call you hooligan, just because you don’t make any sense to them!”

 

“Whatever man. I just have to be ready for that damned Window Pain match.” Rickmen sighs running his hand through his neatly spiked hair.

 

“Andrew, you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through a flaming table and leaped off nearly thirty feet through a single table onto a WF legend. A little glass won’t be much.” Renegade says, as he swings the bag at Andrew who is distracted.

 

Andrew thinks back to both times in the references but suddenly gets caught off guard and stumbles away. Rickmen fixes his eyes in anger.

 

“Your more crazy than ever. You’ll have to win.” Renegade chuckles.

 

“Hence the name.” Andrew easies back into a good mood.

 

“Seriously though, just think smart and you’ll be fine.” Renege advises.

 

“Is it too cruel to Destruction someone through the glass?” Luchador asks as he delivers one of the final blows to the bag. IL cocks his head to the side while he throws a punch and then grins contently.

 

“Yes.”

 

“So basically do one?”

 

“Yes.” The two bust into laughter. “Alright dude, we have to get going if you want to be ready for your match.” Renegade points out.

 

"Never alone..."

 

Edit: Fuck technology.

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Dropkick Murphy’s clips from “Never Alone”

[Guest realitycheck]

::pushes IL out of the way::

 

Oh my god! It's Renegade! IT'S RENEGADE!!! DUDE, CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!?

 

 

 

Seriously, nice little promo. I've always been fond of these little training promos, even if they aren't humongous screaming epics with MEGA CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT in italics.

 

Puts a lick more heat on what was already looking to be a hot match. (Y).

 

 

-Z

[Guest Goodear]

The question I have with these training sessions is why everyone is always working the heavy bag? Why is no one skipping rope? Thats what I want to know.

 

I don't know IL seems prenaturally calm for a guy that was running through Afgahnistan for months with a board. The people come for the wacky! WACKY!