Post by Adam James on Jun 18, 2012 17:25:27 GMT -4
::: June 18, 2012 at 12:07 PM :::
A only a few hours separate Action Packed Wrestling’s Monday Night Meltdown brand from witnessing an individual unlike anybody they have ever seen before. El Insecto de Negro, “The Masked Illusion” and “The Vermin of APW” will be stepping into the squared circle for the first time ever… a major milestone for the man who stands tall behind the mask. He will be facing off against the one, the only, Dita Morgan. Morgan, who over the last few weeks or so has been struggling to achieve fame and glory inside of an APW ring, thinks that El Insecto de Negro is just the competitor she needs to get over this hump of hers. But as El Insecto de Negro looks to make his mark, setting the tone for what should be a marvelous stint here at Action Packed Wrestling, she does not realize just how wrong she really is with her assessment of the competition… a lack in judgment that will ultimately cause her to stun by this mysterious bug…
A forest green 2004 Chevy Cavalier is seen driving out on the highway just outside of Jackson, Mississippi. “Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites” by Skrillex can be heard blaring inside the car, which has its windows down. The bass of the song has the car visibly shaking, yet this does not seem at all to distress the driver of the vehicle – a young African American who is dressed in a white wifebeater and is wearing black thick rimmed glasses – as he continues to driver onward to his destination. After several minutes of driving, the car takes an exit and begins to travel to a local motel. It pulls into first available parking space, parks and we watch as the young man in the driver’s seat readily jumps out of the vehicle. Then suddenly it becomes clear that somebody is riding along in the passenger seat, as the young man opens up the back seat door on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. From inside of the back seat rises Action Packed Wrestling’s latest addition, a masked entity known by the name of El Insecto de Negro. On this warm summer day in Mississippi, El Insecto de Negro is dressed in street clothes – simple khaki cargo shorts, a novelty shirt and a pair of flip flops – but one thing stands out amongst all of this, his trademark black mask. After El Insecto de Negro gets out of the car, grabbing a duffel bag in the process, he turns towards the young driver and reaches into his pocket.
“Thanks for picking me up at the airport Travis,” El Insecto de Negro says to the young man, pulling out his wallet. “Here is the fifty dollars I promised you, you did me a huge favor coming to get me like that on such short notice.”
“Not a problem my friend,” the man known as Travis replies, reaching out to grasp onto the fifty dollar bill in El Insecto de Negro’s hand. “Will you be needing me to take you to the airport tomorrow afternoon when your flight leaves?”
“If you could that would be great. I would never be able to figure out my way back,” El Insecto de Negro says, the duo both getting a good chuckle out of the performer’s tendency to get lost.
“Sounds good then,” Travis responds before walking over to the driver’s side of the vehicle. He opens the door to hop back into the vehicle, but stops at the last minute and looks up at El Insecto de Negro. “Oh and buddy, good luck tonight.”
El Insecto de Negro responds with a slight smile before walking off into the hotel, where he quickly checks in and heads up to his room. It is a little room, but more than enough for the brief stay that El Insecto de Negro has here in Jackson, Mississippi. As soon as he steps foot into the room, the performer drops his duffel bag onto the floor and looks towards us, his breathing beginning to pick up.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, today is the night,” El Insecto de Negro starts, his breathing intensifying with every passing second. “Tonight in Jackson, Mississippi marks a historical occasion for Action Packed Wrestling. Tonight each and every one of APW’s fans will lay witness to the most eccentric performer professional wrestling has ever seen, El Insecto de Negro! Yet why, you may be asking, did I decide to make my nest here in Action Packed Wrestling of all places? Are there not other promotions where a young pest such as myself can call home? Well, you would be correct ladies and gents. I could have selected a wide array of promotions in order to make my worldwide debut in professional wrestling, but it was because of Action Packed Wrestling’s presence on the wrestling community that I knew this was the place for me to get my start.
“Now I am fully aware that you probably have other legitimate questions regarding me as an individual, and as a wrestler. And I do not blame you at all for that, as I too often find myself scratching in my head as I try and determine what exactly I am doing and why I am doing it. But I assure you, my fine friends, that in due time Action Packed Wrestling will be let into the dark world of El Insecto de Negro. Then we will all fully understand why I donned this mask in the first place, covering up a respectable yet ultimately disappointing wrestling career prior to my signing with APW. Until that day though, our main focus for this week has to be on my debut match for Monday Night Meltdown against Dita Morgan. A spectacle, I must admit, that I am none too excited for… but alas…”
The black bug lets out a deep sigh at the thought of facing Dita Morgan. He quickly comes to his senses, realizing that he may just have come across as a tad bit rude. Upon this realization in regains his composure, straightening up a bit as he returns his focus to the APW community.
“I apologize for my rather crude behavior,” El Insecto de Negro starts. “Typically I tend to be a bit more professional before a match, a real class act if you will. Yet after seeing the latest vignette from my opponent Dita Morgan, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed in what Meltdown has to offer me. I mean you all watched it, right? Can we talk about unprofessional! This woman seems far more concerned about what young man she is spending her free time with, allowing her personal life to swallow up a significant portion of her week, rather than concerning herself with her upcoming opponents. With such a pitiful lack of professionalism and preparation, it came as no surprise to me to see that Ms. Dita Morgan is on a bit of a losing skid at the moment. If the young woman who get her head out of her rear end, hit the gym and studying some film than maybe… just maybe… she could lock up a win against some sorry son of a b*tch. And even then, I am pretty sure she would need to have a little luck that night…
“Then against, perhaps it is just my ego that took a hit. Maybe I am just jealous that Ms. Dita Morgan actually has a social life, whereas I have sacrificed everything that I used to hold near and dear to me just because this business means far too much to me. So when I saw Dita Morgan stressed about some boy, rather than the amount of pain that I intend on inflicting upon her, I started to boil with rage and frustration. And then my ego caused all of that rage boiling inside me to bubble over after I heard my name only uttered once by that young lass…”
A hand is placed on the chin of El Insecto de Negro as if he is pondering something extreme important. This last for only a few seconds though until he bursts into laughter at the scenario he just described.
“All of that is simply preposterous! My frustration, ladies and gentlemen, and the reason I plan on going balls to the wall tonight here in Jackson is because I expect more from my competitors than the crap Dita Morgan has produced for us this week. It is a curse, I must admit, but I cannot help but to not only hold myself but, also, all of those whom I encounter to a high standard. And when you let me down, much like Dita Morgan has this week with the pathetic piece of garbage she produced for us spouting of trivial nonsense about boys and her escapades at a bar, I give out swift vengeance in the form of my special maneuver, La Picadura. For those of you who lack a Spanish to English dictionary that translates to the bite… and my oh my does it leave quiet the mark
So, Dita Morgan, after I leave my mark on you on my way to my first wrestling victory as El Insecto de Negro, you will no longer have to concern yourself with boy troubles or losing any longer. And you want to know why? You will be far too concerned about how you will recover from the wounds I plan on inflicting upon you inside that ring. ‘Cause I am El Insecto de Negro, ladies and gentlemen, and this bug is not afraid to sting!”
On that note El Insecto de Negro turns around and reaches for his duffel bag, which leads to him unpacking some of his possessions. As he does this the screen slowly fades away into black.
A only a few hours separate Action Packed Wrestling’s Monday Night Meltdown brand from witnessing an individual unlike anybody they have ever seen before. El Insecto de Negro, “The Masked Illusion” and “The Vermin of APW” will be stepping into the squared circle for the first time ever… a major milestone for the man who stands tall behind the mask. He will be facing off against the one, the only, Dita Morgan. Morgan, who over the last few weeks or so has been struggling to achieve fame and glory inside of an APW ring, thinks that El Insecto de Negro is just the competitor she needs to get over this hump of hers. But as El Insecto de Negro looks to make his mark, setting the tone for what should be a marvelous stint here at Action Packed Wrestling, she does not realize just how wrong she really is with her assessment of the competition… a lack in judgment that will ultimately cause her to stun by this mysterious bug…
A forest green 2004 Chevy Cavalier is seen driving out on the highway just outside of Jackson, Mississippi. “Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites” by Skrillex can be heard blaring inside the car, which has its windows down. The bass of the song has the car visibly shaking, yet this does not seem at all to distress the driver of the vehicle – a young African American who is dressed in a white wifebeater and is wearing black thick rimmed glasses – as he continues to driver onward to his destination. After several minutes of driving, the car takes an exit and begins to travel to a local motel. It pulls into first available parking space, parks and we watch as the young man in the driver’s seat readily jumps out of the vehicle. Then suddenly it becomes clear that somebody is riding along in the passenger seat, as the young man opens up the back seat door on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. From inside of the back seat rises Action Packed Wrestling’s latest addition, a masked entity known by the name of El Insecto de Negro. On this warm summer day in Mississippi, El Insecto de Negro is dressed in street clothes – simple khaki cargo shorts, a novelty shirt and a pair of flip flops – but one thing stands out amongst all of this, his trademark black mask. After El Insecto de Negro gets out of the car, grabbing a duffel bag in the process, he turns towards the young driver and reaches into his pocket.
“Thanks for picking me up at the airport Travis,” El Insecto de Negro says to the young man, pulling out his wallet. “Here is the fifty dollars I promised you, you did me a huge favor coming to get me like that on such short notice.”
“Not a problem my friend,” the man known as Travis replies, reaching out to grasp onto the fifty dollar bill in El Insecto de Negro’s hand. “Will you be needing me to take you to the airport tomorrow afternoon when your flight leaves?”
“If you could that would be great. I would never be able to figure out my way back,” El Insecto de Negro says, the duo both getting a good chuckle out of the performer’s tendency to get lost.
“Sounds good then,” Travis responds before walking over to the driver’s side of the vehicle. He opens the door to hop back into the vehicle, but stops at the last minute and looks up at El Insecto de Negro. “Oh and buddy, good luck tonight.”
El Insecto de Negro responds with a slight smile before walking off into the hotel, where he quickly checks in and heads up to his room. It is a little room, but more than enough for the brief stay that El Insecto de Negro has here in Jackson, Mississippi. As soon as he steps foot into the room, the performer drops his duffel bag onto the floor and looks towards us, his breathing beginning to pick up.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, today is the night,” El Insecto de Negro starts, his breathing intensifying with every passing second. “Tonight in Jackson, Mississippi marks a historical occasion for Action Packed Wrestling. Tonight each and every one of APW’s fans will lay witness to the most eccentric performer professional wrestling has ever seen, El Insecto de Negro! Yet why, you may be asking, did I decide to make my nest here in Action Packed Wrestling of all places? Are there not other promotions where a young pest such as myself can call home? Well, you would be correct ladies and gents. I could have selected a wide array of promotions in order to make my worldwide debut in professional wrestling, but it was because of Action Packed Wrestling’s presence on the wrestling community that I knew this was the place for me to get my start.
“Now I am fully aware that you probably have other legitimate questions regarding me as an individual, and as a wrestler. And I do not blame you at all for that, as I too often find myself scratching in my head as I try and determine what exactly I am doing and why I am doing it. But I assure you, my fine friends, that in due time Action Packed Wrestling will be let into the dark world of El Insecto de Negro. Then we will all fully understand why I donned this mask in the first place, covering up a respectable yet ultimately disappointing wrestling career prior to my signing with APW. Until that day though, our main focus for this week has to be on my debut match for Monday Night Meltdown against Dita Morgan. A spectacle, I must admit, that I am none too excited for… but alas…”
The black bug lets out a deep sigh at the thought of facing Dita Morgan. He quickly comes to his senses, realizing that he may just have come across as a tad bit rude. Upon this realization in regains his composure, straightening up a bit as he returns his focus to the APW community.
“I apologize for my rather crude behavior,” El Insecto de Negro starts. “Typically I tend to be a bit more professional before a match, a real class act if you will. Yet after seeing the latest vignette from my opponent Dita Morgan, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed in what Meltdown has to offer me. I mean you all watched it, right? Can we talk about unprofessional! This woman seems far more concerned about what young man she is spending her free time with, allowing her personal life to swallow up a significant portion of her week, rather than concerning herself with her upcoming opponents. With such a pitiful lack of professionalism and preparation, it came as no surprise to me to see that Ms. Dita Morgan is on a bit of a losing skid at the moment. If the young woman who get her head out of her rear end, hit the gym and studying some film than maybe… just maybe… she could lock up a win against some sorry son of a b*tch. And even then, I am pretty sure she would need to have a little luck that night…
“Then against, perhaps it is just my ego that took a hit. Maybe I am just jealous that Ms. Dita Morgan actually has a social life, whereas I have sacrificed everything that I used to hold near and dear to me just because this business means far too much to me. So when I saw Dita Morgan stressed about some boy, rather than the amount of pain that I intend on inflicting upon her, I started to boil with rage and frustration. And then my ego caused all of that rage boiling inside me to bubble over after I heard my name only uttered once by that young lass…”
A hand is placed on the chin of El Insecto de Negro as if he is pondering something extreme important. This last for only a few seconds though until he bursts into laughter at the scenario he just described.
“All of that is simply preposterous! My frustration, ladies and gentlemen, and the reason I plan on going balls to the wall tonight here in Jackson is because I expect more from my competitors than the crap Dita Morgan has produced for us this week. It is a curse, I must admit, but I cannot help but to not only hold myself but, also, all of those whom I encounter to a high standard. And when you let me down, much like Dita Morgan has this week with the pathetic piece of garbage she produced for us spouting of trivial nonsense about boys and her escapades at a bar, I give out swift vengeance in the form of my special maneuver, La Picadura. For those of you who lack a Spanish to English dictionary that translates to the bite… and my oh my does it leave quiet the mark
So, Dita Morgan, after I leave my mark on you on my way to my first wrestling victory as El Insecto de Negro, you will no longer have to concern yourself with boy troubles or losing any longer. And you want to know why? You will be far too concerned about how you will recover from the wounds I plan on inflicting upon you inside that ring. ‘Cause I am El Insecto de Negro, ladies and gentlemen, and this bug is not afraid to sting!”
On that note El Insecto de Negro turns around and reaches for his duffel bag, which leads to him unpacking some of his possessions. As he does this the screen slowly fades away into black.
