Random Musings

[Guest Muzz]

- Random Musings.

With Andrew Blackwell.

 

His legs crossed, leaning back into the luxurious sofa he’s comfortably sunk into, Mr. Ben Hardy looks over his pre-prepared notes, glossing over the questions to ask. He waits patiently, the man he is interviewing seems rather laid back, certainly a distinct change from their past encounters. Gutted teddy bears, tearful recollections, these two have been through much over time. It seems now that they are set for many more trials and tribulations, if the attitude and demeanour of the man standing across the room from him is any indication.

 

He studies his interviewee as a shrink might; wondering what resides in that mixed up mind of his.

 

A cigarette in one hand, a glass of scotch in the other, he seems to forget he has a professional wrestling match in only three days, or maybe doesn’t care. He glances sideways at the television set, on it, his opponent for Lockdown, Jamie Drazon. Watching his eyes, his movements, the little ‘tells’ he possesses, examining any change in his game plan.

 

“…Sacred…” Ben finally says after a long pause. “On Lockdown, you’ll be facing that man, one on one, after so long apart. What is your mindset coming into this match? Do you still consider yourself close to him in some way…?”

 

Without turning around, his reply is given almost immediately, “Of course Ben, how could I not? This guy and I…” He chuckles. “We’ve been through a lot, but through the ups and downs we’ve remained connected in some way. But, it seems all bets are off on Lockdown.”

 

“True,” Ben responds. “He’s been reported as saying he has no friends left in this federation. Does it bother you that you’ve drifted so far apart?”

 

“Ben, to tell you the truth…” Andrew Blackwell turns to his interviewer, an indifferent smile on his face. “I could care less. If he wants to be so melodramatic, fine by me, why should I be troubled?”

 

Finding this comment hard to digest considering his history, Ben replies almost flabbergasted. “In all honesty Andrew, hasn’t that been your trademark for the last, oh, 3 years?”

 

Sacred sets his drink down, falling back into his chair, shooting smoke between his lips and into the air in a careless fashion. “Let’s just say Ben, my eyes have finally been opened. Month upon month of scratching a living in a dead end job is almost a religious experience. One day, I looked myself in the mirror, and asked, what the hell have you been doing with your life?”

 

Ben simply rolls his eyes. “That’s something we’ve been wondering for a while now… another hot topic among the rumour mill is why you didn’t go through with your own suicide.”

 

“That’s a tragic tale my friend, It may be too difficult to tell,” says Sacred, pursing his lips together and shaking his head.

 

“Oh come on, do tell! Did the hand of god save you? The hand of a new love in your life?”

 

He laughs. “Hardly. There were no bullets in the gun, and I couldn’t bothered buying any, so here I am.”

 

Sitting there rather stunned Hardy quickly turns back to his notes. “It seems to me, and everyone in the SWF, that you’ve put the loss of your wife, and indeed, your past all together behind you. Do these things still come back to haunt you?”

 

“No, the memory of my wife could never haunt me Ben. Look Ben, let’s just throw this away.” Reaching across the table, Sacred yanks the clipboard away from Hardy and chucks it behind his head, out the window and out over the balcony. Ben fears this will be reminiscent of the infamous ‘plastic bowl’ incident…

 

Sacred soon puts Hardy’s fears to rest, appearing extremely nonchalant as he takes a cone and smoking it while pouring a drink for Ben, and another two for himself.

 

“Ben, let me pass on to you the most wonderful philosophy in this fucked up world of ours. Don’t you ever wish you could leave this job of yours?”

 

Hardy lets out a bitter laugh, “All the time. I’ve been attacked by Michael Craven four times already this week. Do you know how degrading that is?"

 

Sacred shakes his head, sharing in his outrage. “That is fucked up man, seriously fucked up. And Ben, how many times in the day do you wish you could just let go, do whatever you wanted at any time you wanted?”

 

“All the time…” He replies, throwing back his scotch, screwing up his face and clenching his fist as it finally hits him.

 

“It’s no way to live is it. Being stuck as a slave Ben, yes, a slave, is no way for you to live. Damn it man, you’re an intelligent man!”

 

“…I am.”

 

“You’re a man with charm, wit and charisma!”

 

“I am!”

 

“And if you don’t mind me saying, a very handsome man as well.”

 

“I am!”

 

With Ben literally on his feet in his enthusiasm, Andrew smiles, putting a hand on his shoulder and taking him to the window as the camera pans around to follow them. Sacred casts his hand out upon the horizon as Ben looks out at the city below.

 

“Look out there Ben. How many times have you wished you could have the world in the palm of your hand, only to have your hopes dashed by the man.and by society?”

 

“You don’t have to Ben. The next time you’re asked to interview Michael Craven on the birth of his new baby and the coming up of his new, lame catchphrases, DON’T. When you’re asked to spar with Danny Williams on the correct way to lock on a Fujiwara arm bar to a preschool class, DON’T.”

 

Gripping his hands on Hardy’s shoulders and turning him around, staring him down, Sacred instructs him. “Open your mind Hardy! For god’s sake man, there’s a whole world out there for you! You can be rich, successful. YOU can have that house in Hollywood with the plastic princess to serve your every need and desire.”

 

“But it’s up to you, Ben. You are the one that needs to make it happen, and believe me, it will. Ben, this is my religion. This is a way of life that will set you free. Look.” Sacred drops his cigarette but into his drink and puts it all down his throat. “I have a match in three days, but I don’t need to train, I can drink, smoke and eat what I want. Believe me, this is better for you. The right state of mind means more than anything, and you can benefit from this as well.”

 

“Not caring is the best thing for you. Do I care that Jay Dawg doesn’t consider us friends? No. Do I care if I become slightly out of shape? No. Do I care about what people think of me? No.”

 

“One thing I do care about, is this business. I put my heart and soul into it, and have got nothing in return. It’s time for me to make things happen Ben. When people look back in ten years and ask their friends who the best was, they’ll say it was The Sacred One. They’ll say it was Andrew Blackwell, ‘cause he didn’t care what people thought. He wasn’t intimidated and he wasn’t fussed. He was the best because he believed he was the best, and that’s all that matters. I feel I could do anything. I can do anything. I will do anything.”

 

In a mesmerised state, Ben mumbles out a few words and nods his head as the cameras keep on rolling. Satisfied with the response from his speech, Sacred messes up Ben’s hair and laughs.

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

“Now, how ‘bout I melt cheese on some M&M’s and we watch a Dr Who marathon?”

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

AWESOME.

 

That was seriously great, Muzz. I'm so glad you explored some of the Sacred/JD history, and even more pleased that you laid down a bit of direction for the returning Sacred. It's a bit of a new outlook for him, but it falls in line very well with his past and everything he's been through. I like it very much--pretty simple goals/philosophies, with lots of potential to get more complex or adapt to any situation. Here's to the Sacred One.

[Guest Suicide King]

::calls Hardy into his office, and restores his bitch status::

 

Dammit, Sacred, stop doing that!

[Guest SupaTaft]

Man Muzz... you do = teh roq.

 

I loved every part of that promo. Beautiful way to give direction to Sacred this time around.

 

So... the whole bringing in Christian Blackwell in the JL and having his mysterious figure accompanying him was just one giant two month promo for your return as Sacred. You fucking rule.

 

-Taft

[Guest realitycheck]

That was... completely not what I was expecting. But still excellent writing. A very amusing and cool change of pace from where you left off, Muzz.

 

Andrew Blackwell: Motivational speaker. I was half expecting you to break out the, "But Ben, you're good enough, smart enough, and doggone it, people like you!" line.

 

-Z

[Guest crusen86]

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[Guest kelloggs]

Awesome promo and concept Muzz. I already said this to you, but I really think that this was a great step in the Sacred character. I love Office Space.

 

Akthough, it's basically going to be my life in about two to three more years... sad ain't it.