Promo: he's got a complex

[Guest Ace309]

Ben Hardy tiptoes quietly down the hall of a Cleveland hotel. We can hear muffled screaming and obscenities in the background. Hardy checks his room key... 412. He gets to the door... 412. The screaming and obscenities are clearly coming from this room. He motions for the cameraman to follow him in.

 

Hardy: We're here to get Tom Flesher's reaction after losing the European Title to Z in a fatal four-way. In just a moment, we'll go inside, but first, I'd like to establish that I'm here under great duress. Damn you, Suicide King, for all these assignments. DAMN YOU!

 

Hardy swipes the room key and pushes the door open. Instantly, Tom Flesher looks over. He's standing there in his jeans, his Ego Buster shirt torn to shreds and the waistband of his Tom Flesher boxers peeking out over his belt. He stares at the camera, an animalistic fury evident in his eyes. Almost instinctively, he lunges toward it, with poor Ben Hardy caught between Flesher and the cameraman. Flesher takes Hardy down with a leaping shotei to the groin, screaming, "TURN THAT ****ING THING OFF!!!!!!!!"

 

Hardy doubles over, and Flesher boots him in the head, sending him to the floor. He jumps into the air, landing on the interviewer's ribs with a vicious double Doc Marten stomp. Tom yanks Hardy to his feet and hits a stalling brainbuster, leaving Ben on the floor, and double-stomps him once more in the sternum. Flesher turns around and faces away from the camera, his upper body covered in sweat, as the cameraman surveys the damage to the room.

 

Two twin beds, destroyed. Two windows, shattered. Television, destroyed. Dresser, destroyed. Lamp, destroyed. Nightstand, destroyed. Carpet, slowly becoming covered in the blood of a hapless broadcast journalist.

 

Bravely, the cameraman gets closer to Flesher. Still turned around, Flesher can be heard to say, "I can't believe this."

 

"That goddamn... LOSER... he stole my belt. How the HELL is he going to sleep at night? He's got what's mine."

 

The camera zooms in further, as Flesher turns around to face it.

 

"And I'm coming for it."

 

The look in his eyes shows intensity, determination... and most of all, it shows the spark of insanity that makes him not just another wrestler, but a danger to others.

 

"And anyone who gets in the ring with me... is going to end up just like Ben. Until I get another piece of gold around my waist, there's going to be a trail of blood from the ring back to the locker room. Boilermaker, Spin Cycle, Burning Hammer, German over the top... it doesn't matter. Until I get my belt or a new one... let's just hope Edwin paid for the massive head trauma rider on the insurance policy."

 

Flesher shoves the cameraman out the door and locks it. Slowly, the puddle of Hardy's blood starts to leak under the door as we

 

fade.