Promo: Lost the Touch

[Guest Insanityman]

OoC: Okay, I waited for a while for you Dace and just pray you forgive me... but I had to get this done.

 

 

(You’d think that at some point that a man would take a hint. That if he hasn’t won or even touched gold that he’d try to improve his mistakes. Most people also tend to think that his hope has died…)

 

 

--

The Insane Luchador, Andrew Rickmen, slowly stalks down the nearly isolated hallways. While the ring is set up Andrew is perfectly aware he wouldn’t be using it and for that very reason he continued to walk. He slowly pokes his head down into the next lengthy hallway and he slowly takes an inward sigh. “Here goes nothing.” He mutters and he turns down the corridor, counting the doors. Within a second he tries to politely knock, getting no response. He knocks a bit harder and suddenly the door swings open, revealing a very generic locker room. The ghastly white walls, cheap carpet, black leather chairs and a closet. Insane Luchador pokes his head into the room and is taken aback to see gray and red eyes. “Hey.” Andrew practically squeaks.

 

Silence from the pale skinned, spiked hair with colored tips, anti-Mag 7, and soon to be opponent, Dace Nights. Dace slowly retreats to one of the chairs, which face the doorway, and Andrew finds a comfortable position to lean against the wall. There’s a low, deep mutter and Rickmen puts words in Dace’s mouth.

 

“Look, man, we can have a good time at our match. I hate the Mag-7 too…” Rickmen desperately tries to find a common subject; he was putting off his point.

 

“Um-hum.” Dace Night is one of the only men could make that sound eerie.

 

“I mean think about… the INSANELY Wild and Dangerous Nights, eh?” IL decides he doesn’t need to go overly psychotic or even threatening to his foe.

 

Dace gives the slightest nod the head in disagreement.

 

“Fine, I can take a hint. Listen- you make me look good and I’ll watch your back.” Dace gives a pity laugh at that request. IL figures he’s fighting a losing battle, “Look!” He snaps. “I don’t need you to do anything and I’m fairly confident we can clash in the rin- factory and I’ll come up on top. I can take pain, I fly higher, and I am the ‘Enlightened.’” He barks at Dace who rises from the chair while Andrew slowly reaches into his cargo pocket. Within seconds he reveals a slender cigarette that he plops into the side of his mouth carelessly. Andrew hardly ever smoked and when he did, he was unnerved and also desperate. Not to mention he found it a great way to inflict punishment.

 

“You think you can handle, even more enjoy the Dark Star Driver.” Dace retorts and Andrew flips out a silver Zippo.

 

“Point taken.” As he puts the lighter back and slowly puffs at the cigarette, angry and not sure how to respond and what he’s feeling. “I look forward to making you feel my pain, Mr. Night.” He twists the words with a smirk and does a smooth spin, grabbing the doorknob. Dace mutters something that can’t be understood and Rickmen in his rage swings open the door and leaves. Then slams it shut so loud that it rattled the building’s frame.

 

“Back to the worms for him…” Dace mutters as he slowly begins to focus on his match.