I don't know how I feel about this at all, but it's a start. I'll try to do more backstory in the future, but at the moment I just want to focus on trying to do a good promo. I wanted to really make it as sadistic as possible.
Blake Justice | Promo 1
The fumbling of a camera can be heard as it is being placed in to position. The walls and flooring indicate this to be some sort of backstage wrestling area. A hooded figure hunches down slightly and looks in to the camera making sure it's all set, a menacing stare piercing through the lens. He slowly removes his hood to reveal a scruffy unkempt beard, wild eyes and sinister grin.
The voice of a man begins to speak, with a gruff New York accent. His voice doesn't waiver, it's consistent and to the point.
"The easiest way to find out how weak someone is?"
He chuckles to himself slightly, moving his head in an unsettling way as his eyes beam all around. Rubbing his hands together.
"How easy they bleed. How easy they whimper, how easy it for me to break down their every bone and body part. As I enjoy stomping and crunching away them, and seeing them writhe in agony."
He smiles sadistically as he closes his eyes and we get the sense he is imagining all of this as he speaks. Licking his lips. Getting a sadistic pleasure from it all.
"This clown I'm facing, this luchador paint wearing freak? I'm going to enjoy bringing him in to my own little funhouse. I'm going to enjoy doing what I want with all these tools at my disposal as the ref watches on helplessly. No DQ, no rules, no way for you to run. Nowhere for you to hide."
He reaches around to something out of view of the camera, and pulls back in to view with a set of pliers in hand. He looks down on them, smiles immensely.
"Oh, I can't wait to see your teeth all over the ring mat. I'll even help you as you pick them up one by one. Dragging your lifeless bloodied body across the mat. I'm gonna enjoy this."
He drops the pliers, they hit the ground with a thud, he edges closer to the camera. Staring in to the soul to whoever is watching.
"You guys think I'm here to wrestle? That's just the bonus. I get money to hurt people, hell, I get rewarded for it. I get pats on the back for it. Whoever you are, whoever I face. I don't care. You're gonna walk out of this match a changed man, you're going to wish you never showed up that night. When you sleep at night, all you're going to see is my face for the rest of your life. For the rest of your career, or what's left of it."
He edges back away, putting his hood back up and leaning back slightly so his face is no longer visible under the darkness. He just laughs maniacally, sickly.
The camera begins to glitch and shuts to black.