Promo: The Next Coming...

[Guest Insanityman]

OoC: Not as an imagination stretch as the “dream camera” but this one’s out there…

 

(Darkness. Pure, utter darkness, no resemblance to light in this space. But soon a clicking sound can be heard once, twice, and then a third time. A few tiny sparks leap up from the lighter, shedding a nanosecond of light. Another two clicks until a tiny, blue flame leaps up and illuminates a small portion of the area. It then reveals a very sinister face, the shadow outlining the figure’s shape. The flame remains and slowly moves closer, exposing more, closer… and then one green eye speckled with other colors is seen. The insane eye is easily identifiable, but the flame is soon drawn away from the face. It settles right in front of this figure’s face and then the person is revealed. Andrew Rickmen, the Insane Luchador, gives a psycho grin as he slowly lows his head. He cups his cigarette that dangles from the very side of his mouth. It all gives an eerie and “Screw life and let it all end” look to it).

 

The cigarette is lit and the flame disappears. Only the soft, red light can be seen. “They said it should be over with, they all think I’ve been rendered worthless.” His voice half crackles in-between deep inhales of the cigarette. “They claim that I’ve lost it all… gave it all away for nothing. I’m no longer even a person in the pool of talent that the SJL accommodates.”

 

Smoke can be seen strung away from his mouth, “I am no longer considered a threat, yet there’s no justice…” a pause from Rickmen’s reflections for a very long draw of the cigarette, “no justice at all. If there were justice- why would I still be wrestling opening cards like I still do! Huh? Why do I still face people who move into the top rankings and soon become superstars! AND why the hell haven’t I been bumped yet? I’ve paid my dues; I’ve fallen off places higher than most men even have climbed to. I have suffered more than any Irish martyr could ever have. Bleed, cried, killed, drank, spat, and punched all for this job. It all lumps into nothing- no real meaning, no purpose. Zero existence, I work harder and I fall more.”

 

A deep breath and then an inevitable huff of the cigarette, “I have more talent than the rest, I am the ‘Enlightened’ I know what I do and I know how to do it.” Another pause, probably considering his words. “My whole life I’ve lived it all being involved in bad, rotten things. Killing, stealing, ratting, wrestling, and repeat…”

 

The room stays black as the cigarette is lowered to his side, “HOW CAN I NO LONGER BE A THREAT? I AM THE ALL PREACHING, ALL SORROWFUL, ANGUISHED, AND TALENTED SJL’ER LEFT!” He clears his throat, “Building up to moments like getting into a World title tournament… then hitting a snag.”

 

The cigarette is brought back to his mouth, “I am no longer bound to other’s thoughts of failure… I am the Insane Luchador- and I will be the next SWF superstar come Hell or high waters.” The cigarette can be seen violently thrown down and then stomped out.

 

“I am the next coming, I am the next God.”

[Guest Crowe]

Hey, that was cool. I like the outburst, and the ending quote especially.

[Guest Lightning Flik]

I quite like this. It was a very good read.

[Guest realitycheck]

Oo, stylish. I liked the whole atmosphere of the promo a lot, and I've always had a soft spot for promos where people detail their character motivation.

 

And the ending line is teh eerie. Cool.

 

-Z

[Guest Goodear]

Sweet sassy molassy this is good stuff that is starting the pay off of IL's promos for the last month or so! Beautiful work my man. SJL = the hardcore right now and Rickmen can rule under that condition. Be the man, IL be the man!