The Undercard anarchy Promo.

This promo will occur on the extras of the “Undercard anarchy: The second coming” and takes place the day of the Match.
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The backstage of the GWA arena was murmuring with life. People in a hurry to get that nights show together, few wrestlers have shown up. That was understandable seeing that the time was 2 pm. The show was going to start in another 5 hours, plenty of time to get things done. Hunter was sitting on a bench next to the bathroom, his head full of thought as it normally is. His wounds still healing as he has a small bandage on his arm, and his forehead is free of stitches, however, his wounds still shown as his forehead looks somewhat deformed. Sullivan was thinking about his last interview, what keeps him around the GWA, Gaia, Wrestling in general. His answer was that he wanted to make something of his career. The idea that he has never held a single titles was weighting on him. To make something of himself he needed to climb to the top and take on the best, to do that he needed to work from the bottom. Hunter let out a grunt, he felt annoyed, he had done this before! He had been at the bottom, he had been in the middle, and he had been on top. He had fought his way there, and when he came so close, he was fired, it was snatched away. CTC. Hunter stood to his feet and watched quietly as stage hands started hooking up shirts for the fans on a billboard. They would be sold during intermission and before the show starts. A wooden table is pushed in front of them with a chair behind it. *OH MY GOD.... KID CHAOS FALLS TO THE PYRAMID OF DEATH!* Hunter blinks mindlessly as the image of Chaos falling to the second gap in the Yard match came to his mind. The table in front of him bringing him to a sweat. His hand moving up to his neck rubbing it, thinking of the wire that was wrapped around his neck when he had fallen. The concession stand table stood plane in sight as he noticed his own shirt. The men picking up and handful and placing them onto the table next to a few higher card men. Hunter looked questioned for a moment opening his mouth to speak to the stage hands, but, no voice followed. Hunter slowly closed his mouth and slowly stepped towards the table after the men had finished. Hunter looked down at the shirts leading up to his own. Dars, Ice, Bogard, Figgy, and finally Chaos. Hunter glanced at his slightly out of date “Hardkore Ikon.” camouflage shirt, laying his hands gently on the top of it. A shirt...

This image mixed with Hunters thoughts. A shirt, a man like himself has a shirt. “Does this mean I am known? Does this mean the fans realize me as a wrestler here in GWA, even though maybe some of the other roster members may not? Or maybe they don’t care, like Chaos said, maybe they look to me for my blood. Do they care about the sweat and tears that go along with that blood. No, all they want is more brutality, more blood. They want to dance in the bloody rain of my hardcore matches. Hunter gripped the shirt, crumpling it out of its smooth shape. They don’t give a damn about him, the fact that I have been at the top in another organization means nothing to these fans. They don’t care until I break someone’s neck, until I bleed, until I hold a belt. Hunter un-grips the shirt slowly turning around and staggering towards the bathroom door holding his head. Still finding himself in a sweat, now a headache. hunter pushes the two way door and staggers to a sink. Hunter turns the cold water tap, putting his hands down and gathering a puddle of water in his two hands splashing his face into the ice cold water. Hunter quickly repeats, pushing his hand into his hair afterward, causing it to dampen. Hunter looks forward and finds himself glaring into his own eyes as a mirror sits on the wall. Hunter looks on for a moment, looking over his face, water dripping from his chin. Hunter started to shake his head was he seemed to see things in the mirror, flash backs. “Now making his debut here on BTWF mayhem, he is CRAL CCOOOL!” Hunter put his hands down again splashing up water into his face, the flash back fading. Hunter started to think again. Back then, so long ago he debuted, Full metal mayhem matches, Ultimate X matches., Tag team titles. the image of the fans cheering for him as he held the belt up high wavered into his mind. They where cheering for the violence, the title belt, not him. He was a tool for there enjoyment.

Back when he was entering the Yard match and he had heard cheers for the first time in such a long time, they where cheering the blood that was getting ready to spill, cheering the man, no the tool that was heading to the ring. Hunter turned around eyes shut taking in a big breath of air. His eyes opened lightly, looking forward to the man in front of him. “Heat, Heat, Heat, Heat” the sound, the cheers haunting him once again The man in front of him, Heat, spinning in a circle. Another flash back? Hunter’s eyes closed to try and stop the spinning image as he found himself in tears, he was holding the CTC world title belt, people...cheering him once again. Everyone so happy.. But everything changed, the lights they flickered, the fans changed there attention, Heat returned, and he had taken the belt we was working so hard to get. Everyone was laughing at him now, booing him. Hunter tried to get the bet, but kept being knocked back, the laughing, the boo’s over whelming him. Hunter clasps his hands around his ears, crying once again in agony. Hunter no longer seen the spinning image as he staggered forward into one of the stalls falling to his knees and looking down into the water. Hunter urged as he was clearly in a sweat once again. His brow damp not only from the water. Hunter urged once again before vomiting into the toilet, again he urges and vomits. “Stop Laughing.... Stop Booing... Stop it... Stop It... STOP ITTTT!!!” A stage hand outside the bathroom hearing the yell slowly pushes the door open and walks in, hearing Hunter murmuring to himself. “I’ll make you all stop... you’ll see, I’ll make it one day and you’ll all cheer me, hold my hand and congratulate me. Everyone will be so kind. to me. No more laughing.... no.. I’ll be laughing then.. Yeah.. I’ll be the one who laugh’s last.” The stage hand moves in and looks at Hunter clearly concerned.


“Hunter... sir, are you ok?” Hunters gripped the toilet seeming to be ignoring or, just never herd the man. The man moved in and placed his hand on his shoulder. Hunter jumps turning around seeing the man jump back himself. The automatic toilet setting off, somehow the sound of the swooshing toilet mixed with Hunter’s altered state of mind. “Why are you laughing?” spurted hunter in fear. The man is taken back now confused at what’s going on... Is he on drugs? Is he High? The man stuttered a “Im not laughing” reply. Hunter got to his feet shaking his head. “Stop it.... why.. Why would you laugh at me.. Do I need to bleed for you to like me? Do I need to have a title? Why... why are you laughing... stop laughing.” Hunter repeated himself over and over. the stage hand backed up and said quickly to Hunter that he was getting help. The man exited the room quickly calling out to anyone around. Hunter staggers out from the stall and back to the sink coughing. Spit mixed with blood swirl in the sink. Hunter looks down, he starts to breath fast, feeling overwhelmed. Hunter fell to the floor crawling along before blacking out.....



Hunter finds himself standing in a cage, nothing seems to be beyond it, only darkness. Hunter stands in the only light seeming to be around. He stands to his feet and grabs the cage pulling on it, with the illusion that be could break it. Sullivan looks around no way out, caged like a animal.
Hunter circled around the cage panicking, kicking the cage screaming at the top of his lungs. Screaming for something to let him out. Hunter begins to cry once again giving up and falling into the corner of the cage. Hunter close’s his eyes and opens them again, finding himself blinded by light this time, and sounds, booing sounds, laughing. He adjusts himself to the light looking out, the roster looking at him, shaking there heads in disappointment as fans toss bottles, chairs, anything they could get there hands on. there chants haunting him, raping his mind. Suddenly Hunter awakes on a bench, doctors around him talking to each other, not yet noticing Hunter has awoken. “Where am I.” hunter try’s to sit up but the doctors, two of them, stop him. Telling him to lie down for a bit. “You where mumbling babble and blacked out, you hade a panic attack. caused by stress it seems.” Hunter looks up, adjusting himself to the real world. The match quickly coming to mind. “What time is it?” The doctor pulls up his hand and checks the time.
“5:00" 3 hours I’ve been knocked out. “Will I be able to wrestle.” Was Hunters reply. the Doctor paused making a estimate “If you take it easy for the rest of the night before the match you should be able, just don’t strain your self.” Hunter finally sat up looking to the doctor giving him his thanks. Hunter got to his feet and staggers into a counter, his legs asleep. the doctor catches him and acts as his support as hunter grabs his bearings and is able to walk. Hunter quickly asks for a drink, getting some water. Hunter thanks the ref again before smiling and walking out of the room.


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Summary- This promo is to show that Hunter has been to the top in CTC, and now he has to re build himself in GWA. It also Shows that Hunter has a Desire for a title. its been like this since in CTC and being after the GP title. The fact it has taken so much time caused hunter to hit a panic attack from built up stress. He is also trying to convince himself that titles aren’t all that matters, that the fans can respect him for his talent, but, it doesn’t work and he starts having flash backs that convince him of his twisted reality of thoughts. Hunter Finally hits the full front of the Panic attack and starts seeing things and hearing things. Finally collapsing on the floor and dreaming about the matter at hand fans hating him without having a title.

edit* i can see how this promo is emo, but i was just trying to get over how badly Hunter wants a title.* MQ if you'd be so kind as be my editor.*