Promo: explanation.

[Guest Insanityman]

Promo:  Explanation.

 

 

 

(The camera creeps cautiously down the JL hallways, as the exclusive Ben Hardy with the microphone in hand follows the camera with hesitation. In the darken hallways of the arena you can never be too cautious. Ben Hardy bravely steps in front of the camera at a long stretch of hallway very dim and only few make this their habitat. Only newbies and those who prefer not to be bothered decide to occupy the ‘slums’ of the arenas).

 

Ben Hardy slowly moves forward mentally counting the doors. “I’m here today to talk to the Insane Luchador. Oddly enough the self dubbed Plague is not in the New Sound locker-room and has found a more comforting place for his locker room… I assume.” As Ben finishes he stops at a door, a rather flimsy cheap looking door as he knocks slowly. He takes a deep breath in and the cameraman sets himself on his knees facing the camera head on the door. He slowly knocks.

 

Nothing of a reply… not a grunt, nor swear, nothing.

 

Hardy shrugs and looks back unsure at the camera. He counts again and nods to himself as he taps on the door. Little light escapes the crack confirming someone’s in the room. Ben reaches for the knock again but the door swings open making Hardy leap backwards hitting a colleague and the cameraman fumbles with his footing kneeling down as he falls onto his bottom. Standing tall at 6’1” the Insane Luchador steps out from a poorly light room. Where a chewed up sofa and TV on a shaky table lays. His head under his hood, which shadows most of his face, moves slowly left and right looking as if he sees no one. He then looks Hardy in the eye as Ben nervously licks his lips. The crew back assembled Hardy shoves the microphone in the Plague’s face.

 

“Yes, Ben?” Insane Luchador bellows out. Hardy gets a discombobulated look on his face.

 

“You asked for me?” Hardy says nervously looking at the cameraman who nods slowly as if Ben was afraid he got the memo wrong.

 

“Ah yes… I hope you like to stand well either way you have no choice,” IL pauses for a chuckle “as I was saying it’s time the JL gets an update on me.”

 

Ben Hardy nods, and asks his first question, “So…” He fumbles for the correct name “Insane Luchador why have you dubbed yourself the Plague?”

 

IL laughs, and after he stops (rather abruptly) continues. “Ben, you know what a Plague is, right? –Hardy nods- Good, now I got very cocky after my feud with Taylor. He beat me, but I knew he had awesome talent. I thought I could destroy the JL by myself. I believed truly that when my insanity went to rage I could beat anyone. In a sense when I take my leave and took care of personal business I did tear someone’s life apart. But Ben, that doesn’t matter, does it? It’s said and done. But I thought I’d be like a swift Plague being the rotten smell of death to the JL. I have been proven wrong for now, but I will have my glorious time to shine and strike.”

 

Ben nods thoughtfully and points out what was really on his mind, “Why aren’t you with your stable mates New Sound?”

 

-Flashback, Metal-

 

Insane Luchador and Poisyn are alone in the New Sound locker room, where Poisyn sits down and IL is standing in the corner. Very softly as if IL was afraid to be heard he asks, “Why the hell did we merge?”

 

“Because.” Poisyn answers simply.

 

“They’re holding me back!” Insane Luchador barks annoyed at Poisyn no brain response.

 

”Your holding yourself back.” Poisyn mumbles, Insane Luchador takes a step towards the chair as Poisyn stands up not sensing the hostile vibe.

 

“What?” IL asks.

 

“Your holding yourself back.” Poisyn simply explains and seems to be going for the less is more theory.

 

“I’m sick of this shit. We sound like a pop band name.” Andrew Rickmen blurts out, and he takes another step forward noticing a table filled with Flexx’s porn magazines and his own videos. “Freaking perv.” Insane Luchador mutters as he pulls his arm near his heart and leashes it out knocking the contents off the table as they flutter everywhere. “Chill.” Poisyn warns.

 

Insane Luchador nods slowly, then looks down at the table. Wooden, not bad… rather heavy, and Insane Luchador rambles a bit to himself, he then grabs the table by it's outward side then barely tosses it up catching it by it's legs. IL then looks at the closest wall spinning as he throws the table against the wall. It makes a huge dent and two of the legs break as they fly nearly hitting Poisyn. One hits Andrew Rickmen in the chest as he swears out loud breath knocked out of me. His lungs whine for air as he is showered with a few wood chips. Poisyn stares at him with wide eyes with concern. As IL’s lungs inflate with oxygen he simply finishes, “I’m out of this stable.” He storms out of the room grabbing his black duffel bag with him and stomps away.

 

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Insane Luchador simply shrugs to Hardy’s question deciding not to share the story. Ben looks unsatisfied but doesn’t care to stay any longer with the Plague then he has too. “I’m out of there.” IL finishes.

 

“Why keep the Insane Luchador part?” Hardy asks.

 

“To keep the tradition…” Insane Luchador pauses for that answer that sure why he does keep the name.

 

“If you just feel like causing chaos why did you join?” Ben asks taking a step away from him in case of a violent reaction.

 

“Because growing up as a boy in Easton, Pennsylvania my older brother was killed in a gang fight. He was in the Black-hawks a versified gang; he had preached it to me when I was even a little kid. Vowing revenge I’d figure I’d join, only at thirteen I entered in and got into my first fight. I was the little squirt of the group and they kept all their secrets to me, even up to the point when I left. I had gotten into a conflict with many gangs and with our leader myself. I brought a friend Andrew, Midget from the ML, away with me. He had an idea of joining the JL to get away from everything. Before we left I tipped the cops in for pay to make it on my own. Midget faked his death since the Black-hawks had caught up with him. Later he committed suicide, but when he faked his death I went in for him. Only for a few shows to pretend to be Midget… now I’m here because it’s very nice protection and I do want to destroy some people’s life in the JL and WF.” Insane Luchador stops, and Hardy waits as if he was to add on more.

 

“I can beat anyone in the JL Hardy… just wait until I start to try.” Andrew Rickmen adds in.

 

The crew getting restless shifts their positions and IL barks at him and laughs manically.

 

“So Andrew… -growl from IL in disapproval- I mean Rickmen –grunt- Plague… why are you being an ass to everyone.” Hardy and everyone creep backwards and IL grabs the microphone and blurts out, “God damn Hardy, the world has screwed me out of love, out of caring, it’s screwed me Hardy! It’s completing and utterly destroyed me! Everyone can share my pain, can’t they Hardy?” Hardy doesn’t respond to IL’s harsh yelling. Andrew lunges forward dropping the microphone and grabbing Hardy by the collar of his button-up shirt. “CAN’T YOU HARDY!” Ben struggles for words and can barely nod. He’s been in this situation many times but he can’t help but to be scared each time. “You can’t feel my pain? You can’t share my torturing?” IL asks seeming to calm down, as he lowers Hardy yet not down to his feet.

 

“Well then I can help!” Rickmen snaps and he lifts Hardy up with all his strength and slams him back first into the first wall. IL turns with Hardy in hand and tosses him against the brick wall on the other side.

 

“Sharing my pain, Hardy?”

 

Only a groan by Hardy who’s lying on his side grabbing his back face full of the agony of pain, IL takes a few steps towards him. The JL camera and lighting crew all scatter away circling behind Insane Luchador. Rickmen pulls Ben by his hair, as he stands up shaking. “Still can’t feel how I feel?” He asks very softly, Ben nods slowly. “I think your lying.” Andrew Rickmen clutches his fist and pulls it back. However Hardy using the talent he still has from the WF slams a fist into IL’s gut first. Andrew flinches bending down, but he launches upwards throwing one of his hardest punches across Hardy’s chin. Ben slams into the brick wall as Insane Luchador laughs shoving a light crewmember out of his way as he stalks back into his locker room. The door slams shut as all the members gather around helping Hardy up and dragging him away from the demon, IL. Blood trickles down Ben’s slightly opened mouth. Andrew laughs even harder as it pierces through the door and echoes down the hallways.

 

“The world didn’t screw you, you screwed yourself!” The cameraman mutters as he switches the camera off.

[Guest Ace309]

Bravo, Rickmen. Extremely well-written.... I hope you put this much effort into your matches.