Promo: The Triumphant Return

[Guest Goose749]

The lights drop in the arena as the Smarktron comes to life. The crowd grows quiet as an image of the backstage area glows. The camera proceeds down a white hallway, turns a corner, and the crowd begins to cheer when they see the camera arrive at a door with "Jimmy Liston" written on the front. Through the door, Cradle of Filth's "Born in a Burial Gown" can be heard blasting from a stereo. Ben Hardy comes from behind the camera, and knocks on the door. The audience hears Liston's voice boom from inside the dressing room.

 

Liston: TURN THE FREAKIN' MUSIC OFF!!!

 

The volume is turned down, but the music remains playing as the door opens, and Liston appears in the doorway. The sight of Liston brings forth a loud response from the crowd. He is dressed in black jeans, a black shirt with an ankh on the front, and dark black sunglasses. His long hair, now dark brown, is tied in a ponytail. Liston stares out at Ben Hardy and Gus.

 

Hardy: Jimmy Liston! First of all, welcome back to the SJL!

 

Liston remains silent, staring Ben Hardy down. Hardy does not appear to be nervous, but Gus's camera begins to tremble a bit.

 

Hardy: And now, if you don't mind I ask you a few questions...

 

Liston is silent. Ben Hardy takes this as a sign that he should continue.

 

Hardy: Well, the last time we saw you, you completely flipped out in Madison Square Garden, destroyed Roger Clemens in effigy with a baseball bat, and then attacked Chris Trepanier with that same bat to win your match, before being arrested and escorted out of the arena by the NYPD.

 

Liston cocks his head slightly.

 

Hardy: Then you disappeared for a few shows. We'd just like to know what happened.

 

Liston does not speak. There is silence for a few moments, then Ben Hardy begins to speak again.

 

Hardy: Well, uh, now that...

 

Liston: Shut up.

 

The crowd cheers upon hearing Liston speak. Hardy pauses for a moment, and then continues where he left off.

 

Hardy: Now that...

 

Liston: No no no, shut up. Don't say another word.

 

Hardy obeys. The crowd shows its approval as Liston continues to stare Hardy down. The camera shakes all the more as Gus begins to tremble.

 

Liston: Now, what the hell do you think you are doing?

 

Hardy: ... I'm interviewing you.

 

Liston: And why? Why are you here? Did I tell you to come here?

 

Hardy: No, it's just that...

 

Liston: Just what?

 

Hardy: You are in the Battle Royal tonight to determine the SJL European Champion.

 

Liston: Yes. That's right. I am. And I'm going to win that Battle Royal, and I'm going to become the new European Champion. And after that, I'm going after English Dragon, and the World Title.

 

Hardy: Right, but about the match tonight...

 

Liston: Forget the match tonight. It poses no challenge to me. I do not fear fighting those three pushovers. I fear no one in the SJL, or the SWF for that matter, which is where I'll soon be, no doubt.

 

Hardy: Well, you've been gone for a while, and your track record is not all that impressive, so...

 

Liston: What?!?

 

Hardy: I'm just pointing out that...

 

Liston: So, you've come here to insult me, is that right?

 

Hardy: No, I came to...

 

Liston: You came to show me just how smart you are, and how bad I am, huh? Is that it?

 

Hardy: Not at all, I...

 

Liston: Enough. I've had it with you. Just leave right now, and be thankful you caught me in a good mood.

 

Gus turns to leave, but Hardy pulls him back as Tyler Sullivan comes to the dressing room door.

 

Sullivan: Jimmy, come back in here. I need your help in deciding...

 

Liston turns to inside his dressing room.

 

Liston: Dammit, Tyler, I'm not changing entrance themes. Just drop it.

 

Sullivan: No, this is my theme. Remember, I used it at Madison Square Garden?

 

Liston: You don't need a theme! You're not a wrestler! You're a freakin' manager!

 

Hardy: Jimmy, hold on a sec. Are you planning to...

 

Liston: THAT'S IT!!!

 

Liston turns back with a chair in his hands. He swings the chair, breaking it on Hardy's torso. Hardy falls to the ground, and Liston proceeds to the camera. His hand reaches towards the lens, and the camera falls to the ground, pointing down the hallway. The Smarktron fades with an image of Gus running down the hallway as fast as his legs can carry him.