Promos: It's hard to find the will-

[Guest Insanityman]

Earlier this fine morning:

 

DING

 

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The elevator doors slowly drew themselves open. At the local Holiday Inn a travel weary Insane Luchador. He desperately tugged at his black duffel bag and got it out right as the doors snapped shut. Aimlessly wondering around, only like a psycho could, he slowly turned into the smoky corridor. Rickmen, quite frankly, wasn’t in a Christmas mood and was more than disappointed.

 

I swear I’ll be the next Cutthroat… He whined in his head. Suddenly he stopped in front of a door and looked up, “Room 69.” He had to giggle like a teenager. Taking his sweet time he rammed the electric slot but to no avail. Grumbling he took it out flipped the new electric card over and inserted it in. Within a few seconds the Insane Luchador was staring into his cramped “home” for the next few days. He was sick of the backstage locker rooms and planned on setting fire to the igloo before he actually wrestled in it. Andrew wasn’t exactly a new comer to diversity but an igloo seemed like the Apocalypse to him. He surveyed the room, the same old television and two beds, not to mention the lamp. Of course the bathroom with proportions of personal hygiene items that couldn’t even satisfy a midget.

 

That triggered a thought, “God I miss him at times…” He attempted to push away the memories but to zero luck. Dropping his bag he slowly stalked over to the drapes. Ferociously ripping them open he let the morning light flood the room. Andrew glanced at the snow glistening and his eyes wondered down to his rental car for the time being. A Lexus- a god damned Lexus.

 

If I had a dime for every time I’ve vandalized that brand of cars… I could buy myself a soda or two. Andrew Rickmen recalls. “Maybe I’m not such a ‘badass.’” He had to wonder out loud.

 

Either way he was set to fight in an igloo while the dog sleds passed through. “Make the best of every situation and use what little potential you have to every extreme.” His brother once advised him. Rickmen, now anguished by painful childhood memories, collapses onto the bed.

 

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“I have yet begin to fight!” John Paul Jones.

[Guest Goodear]

Man... depressing. Poor IL needs to get some focus together and kick ass again. KICK SOME ASS! GET FOUR MIDGETS FROM AFGHANISTAN IF YOU HAVE TO! RAHHH! Kind of a sad promo which is what I was figuring you were going for... I hope IL pulls himself out of it

[Guest Powerplay]

OMGODZ! Weekend + No more cold = Judge commenting!

 

A downer promo, to say the least, but hopefully it will give IL the motivation he needs to get some wins that he's deserved for a long time.